All language subtitles for Highway to Heaven S04E15 Time in a Bottle_Subtitles01.ENG

[music playing]

TAXI!

TAXI!

TAXI!

Excuse me.
You got any, uh--

Get away from me.

All I was asking
was for some change.

Yeah, how about I do a
little dance for you?

Huh?

Get out of here.

All right.
OK.

Humphrey.

Relax, lady, he won't hurt you.

You bet your life he won't.

I don't think she has
time for you, Humphrey.

Looks to me like she's just
blowing all of her change

on a $200 pair of shoes.

Oh.

Now that's good.

That's really very good.

Excuse me.

The good cop, bad cop routine.

Your friend hits me up
for money, gets me upset.

And then you come to my rescue.

Here.

Keep it, lady.

I got a feeling you might
need it more than me.

Uh, don't pay any
attention to him, lady.

He's got these weird
standards, you know.

And thanks a lot.

Hey, Matty, look.

Hey, Matty.

Look.

Huh?

That Them?

Our assignment.

Uh-huh.

Just one of them.

The one called Matthew.

I thought you
said there was two?

That's right.

She's the other one.

OK, I'm going to
law building, please.

All right, courthouse.

Thanks.

If we don't get some
more change pretty soon,

we're going to have to
go down to the mission

and sit through one of
the reverend's sermons.

At least we got $1 from
that cranky lady, huh?

Well, to me, I'd rather
listen to the reverend.

Hey.

Hey, what it say, fellas?

Not much.

How about yourself?

I've been better.

Me and my partner
bumped into hard times.

You know what I'm saying?

Can you help us?

What do you mean?

With a job?

I didn't say I was
desperate, old timer.

Old timer?

Well, a couple
of dollars will do.

Hey, look, I can
do better than that.

All right.

My friend and I'll buy
you and your partner dinner.

What do you say?

Humphrey, run for your life.

They're social workers.
MARK: What?

You got something
that gets a free meal?

Hey, look, old timer,
I can get all the food

I need in the trash cans.

I wanted to drink.

Well, you're not
going to get it from me.

Humphrey, we're wasting
our time with these guys.

No, no, no.
Wait.

Wait.
Wait.

I got an idea.

How about you two do-gooders
take us to the nearest bar

and fill us full of booze.

And then maybe we
can discuss dinner.

I'm sorry.

I can't do that, Humphrey.

Figures.

Hey, you know me?

Yeah, Humphrey, I know you.

Then you also know I won't
go through that food dodge.

Let's go, Matty.

I thought he knew you.

Who is he?

Good work.

Now, what do we do now?

We wait.

You are hereby sentenced to
serve not less than two years

in the state
correctional institution.

This court is adjourned.

Ms. Reynolds.

Yes?

My name is Allen Peterson.

I wanted to thank you--

Of course, Councilman
Peterson, 4th district.

How are you?
- Just fine.

That was a nice job.

Piece of cake.

Anyone could see the man
was a menace to society.

Well, I doubt that
anyone could make Judge

Wheeler throw the book at him.

I'm looking for someone to
assist me in a project that is

vitally important to this area.

Would you be interested?

All according to what it is?

Well, why don't we meet for
drinks later and discuss it?

Why don't we?

[music playing]

[chatter]

And I'm very excited about the
prospect of working with you.

Maybe you'd better
be more specific.

In what way?

For instance, just
how do I fit in?

Ah.

My district includes this
so-called skid row area.

I need someone to
help me clean it up.

And the first order of
business is to get the whineos

and deadbeats out of the area.

I agree.

But where do we send them?

What happens to
them down the line?

It's not my problem.

As long as they are
not in my district, I--

I don't care what
happens to them.

Why me?

You are intelligent,
energetic and ambitious.

We work together,
we both benefit.

Oh?

What do I get out of it?

The reputation for being the
lady who cleaned up skid row.

That's a nice little
campaign slogan.

Slow down.

Where'd you get the idea that
I'm running for public office?

Don't get coy with
me, Ms. Reynolds.

The talk is that you
want to be the next DA.

And I can be very
helpful in that endeavor.

Think about it.

We make a hell of a team.

And I drop you anywhere?

No.

I have my car.

I'll just and finish this.

I'll be in touch.

How about another
one, bartender?

[music playing]

This is an
extraordinary vintage.

It's a full-bodied flavor
and an excellent bouquet.

Tell me something, Matty.

What are you doing here?

I'm having a drink
with my friend.

No, that's not what I mean.

I mean, what are you doing
here in-- in this life?

You don't belong here.

I'm here.

It's all that counts.

But I get the feeling
you don't like this life.

Who does?

Me.

Ah, come on, Humphrey.

We're just here because
we're stuck here.

Not me.

I'm here because
I want to be here.

Oh, yeah.

You want to be here.

You like begging
for coins and eating

the food out of trash cans.

HUMPHREY: Beats working all
day inside in a factory.

You have to understand.

My mother was a
full-blooded Navajo.

I grew up on the reservation.

[sighs] What a place.

All the space you'd ever need.

So beautiful.

Well, why would you
ever leave that place?

HUMPHREY: I could no longer look
into the faces of my people.

There's sadness and pain.

Nobody's got a job.

Their sacred lands taken away.

Hey, your name really
isn't Humphrey Bogart is it?

HUMPHREY: Is to.

No it's not.

[laughter]

HUMPHREY: My father was
a white man named Bogart.

I was named after
my uncle Humphrey.

My mother had never seen
a movie in her whole life.

Never even heard
of that other guy.

Well, this is a long
way from the reservation.

HUMPHREY: I know.

You know, it's hard being
a bum on the reservation.

You can't bumb people
that got no jobs.

[laughter]

So how'd you end up here?

One drink at a time.

HUMPHREY: That's it?

The whole story?

Mm.

Let me make one thing
perfectly clear.

I did it with utter proficiency.

HUMPHREY: See, that's I mean.

Nobody talks like
that down here.

Huh?

Come on.

I opened up for you.

Oh, this is very depressing.

We need another bottle.

Hey, sounds like a plan.

Let me see what I can dig up.

Any special brand?

The stronger the better.

Beggars can't be choosers.

That's very good, Matthew.

Beggars can't be choosers.

[music playing]

Hey!

What are you doing?

You got any money
on you, stiff?

No.

I don't have a thing.

Your lying.

Cough it up.

Hey, you!

[music playing]

Quit wasting your time.

I told you, I don't
have any money.

I lost him.

I don't have
any money, honest.

I spent it all.

All right, come on, Mathew.

On your feet.
- Why?

Where are we going?

Try to help your
friend Humphrey.

Humphrey?

What's wrong with him?

He's in jail.

Come on.

[music playing]

[music playing]

Felony requires
a bail hearing.

And--
- Wait.

Wait.
Wait.

Felony?

For being drunk?

He tried to swipe
a bottle of whiskey.

What kind of damned
fool DA would call swiping

a bottle of booze a felony?

KATHLEEN: This kind
of damned fool.

There a problem here?

Yeah.

Why do you want to go
make a federal case out

of some poor bumb trying to
steal a bottle of liquor?

The man is a thief.

He's a drunk.

In my opinion,
that might be worse.

Are you generally trying
these kind of cases as felonies?

I try my cases
the way I see them.

And I don't need the advice
of some skid row bumbs.

Who the hell was that?

OFFICER: Her name is
Kathleen Reynolds.

Hot, young Assistant DA.

Going to make a
name for herself.

Here's what happens.

The court appoints you a lawyer.

The lawyer gets you out on bail.

You mean the public defender?

Yeah.

He was here already.

He wants me to plead guilty.

To a felony?

He said, well, would this
being my first offense--

That's crazy.

Well, I-- I got his
card here somewhere.

Hey, maybe you
should talk to him.

No.

I can't.

That wouldn't be right.

But they'll put me away.

Matty, this place is starting
to get me a little crazy.

You know how I get
when I'm closed in.

Please, Matty.

Please.

How's Humphrey?

He's going to be OK.

Did he ask you to help him?

Who told you that?

Are you going to?

I want a drink.

Are you going to
help your friend?

What do you want me to do?

Go out and hire some hotshot
attorney to defend him?

I don't have a cent.

I'm a bumb, remember?

You're also a
lawyer, remember?

Who told you that?

I know a lot of
things about you, Matty.

I also know the best way
to help Humphrey is for you

to represent him in court.

You're very weird,
you know that?

You're weird.

And I'm going to go get a drink.

You make a lousy
friend, Matty.

You know what being locked up
is going to do to Humphrey.

It's going to kill him.

Hey!

You think all it takes
is to stand up in court

and recite a few laws and
then everybody goes free?

It's been too long.

Matty, the moves
will come back.

Anyway, I would
have to be reinstated.

That's already
been taken care of.

I've got a friend who'll
let you use his law library.

You can bunk in with us.

We've got an extra bed.

What's going on here?

You two guys, you show
up out of the blue.

You know all kinds
of things about me.

You somehow get me reinstated?

I don't know who you
are or why you're here.

We're here to help you
get back on your feet.

Why?

Because it's time you stopped
hiding in a bottle, Matty,

and started getting on
with living your life.

Maybe this is my life.

JONATHAN: Oh, no.

No, it isn't.

If it was, I wouldn't be here.

[music playing]

Now, are you going to
help your friend or not?

[thud]

[creaking]

We seem to be
stuck between floors.

Great.

I'm due in court in 15 minutes.

I know.

Oh, there it goes.

Wait a minute.

You're the one who was with
Bogart, the other bumb.

What are you doing here?

I'm Bogart's attorney.

What?

You are charged with violation
of public statute 23759.

Herein you did on the
night of October 18,

steal a bottle of liquor
from Manny's Liquor

Store on 405 East 3rd Street.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Very well.

Trial is set for
Thursday the 22nd.

Prosecution has requested bail
to be in amount of $25,000.

Isn't that a little
excessive, Your Honor?

This is hardly a
capital offense.

It's a felony.

It was a cheap bottle of wine.

If this were a
misdemeanor, accused

would be released on
his own recognizance.

The accused is a drifter
with no ties to the--

Accused has lived
continuously in this community

for the past 23--

He has no permanent address.

23 years, which
is a lot longer

than most of the residents
who have permanent addresses.

Anyway, where does council
think he's going to run off to?

JUDGE WATANABE: That'll
Be quite enough.

I'm setting bail at $1,000.

[phone ringing]

Kathleen Reynolds.

ALAN (ON PHONE): What
happened in court today?

It was nothing.

ALAN (ON PHONE): That's
not what I heard.

It was nothing, I said.

Listen trying this boozehound
as a felon was a great idea.

But we've got to
maintain the momentum.

We can't let anything
take it away from us.

KATHLEEN (OH PHONE): It
was just a bail hearing.

It's going to be different
when we go to trial.

Counting on that.

Count on it.

How long does it take
to fill out the papers

to get somebody out on bail?

You know, I should
have gone with him.

Whoa.
Hey.

[laughs] Hi, Mark.

Where in the
devil have you been?

With Humphrey.

And I stopped off
for a celebration.

Oh, great.

Oh, God.

We really did it, didn't we?

We got ol' Humphrey out.

Right.

Right.

Where is he?

Where's Humphrey?

I don't know.

I don't know.

[music playing]

Let me go.

Hey, please don't to this.

Hey!

Hey, tell the man I'm sorry.

Don't lock me up, please.

Don't lock me up!

Don't lock me up!

Don't lock me up, please!

I'm sorry.

It's all my fault.

What happened last night?

You were just starting
to get it together.

Nothing happened last night.

I'm a drunk.

That's no answer.

I don't handle
pressure very well.

It was always like that.

You say I was a good lawyer.

That wasn't enough.

I had to be the best.

My father was a judge.

Federal bench.

I was his number one son.

And I was supposed
to measure up.

But I couldn't.

Pressure was just too much.

I started making
stupid mistakes.

And then one day, I decided
to have a couple of drinks,

take the edge off.

It worked.

And before I knew it, I was
down there with Humphrey.

I really want a drink.

No, no.
Not today.

Yes.

I said no!

Now, you've got what
you do in court!

Oh, that's very
easy for you to say.

You don't have any
idea what it's like.

The hell I don't.

I know exactly what
you're going through.

What do you think, you're
the only recovering drunk?

You.

Yeah, me.

Look, you are going
to get through this.

You're going to get
through it and we're going

to be right there with you.

And so the law was
really very clear.

Stealing is defined as one
person taking something

from another person with the
intent of depriving the owner

of the use of that article.

We intend to prove that the
accused, Humphrey Bogart,

did just that.

And therefore, you
must find him guilty.

JUDGE WATANABE: Mr. Cain.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, this case

is not about stealing.

It's about discrimination.

You see, usually
when a man is charged

with taking something
that costs $2.85,

it's called a misdemeanor.

That means if he's convicted,
he has to pay a fine

and he's sent on his way.

But the defendant, Mr. Bogart,
is being called a felon.

That means he could be sentenced
to jail for at least one

year for taking a bottle of
wine that costs less than $3.

Your Honor--

Excuse me, Counselor,
I didn't interrupt you.

You do seem to be going
far afield, Counselor.

Not really, Your Honor.

Prosecution described
only one law to the jury.

He's only being charged
with violating one law.

That's not true.

He is charged with being
a thief and with being

a career criminal.

That's how they throw
this felony thing in.

They call Mr. Bogart
a career criminal.

Well, Mr. Bogart's
career is not crime.

His career is that
of a vagabond.

If you like, a bumb.

And that's why he's being
discriminated against.

Because he chooses to live his
life outside the mainstream

of society.

I would also like to add
that in a higher court,

this case might very well
be called unconstitutional.

Your Honor, I
really must object.

Objection sustained.

You're out of order, Mr. Cain.

You're absolutely
right, Your Honor, I am.

I'm sorry.

JUDGE WATANABE: Due to
another matter that this court

must resolve, court is
recessed until 8 o'clock

tomorrow morning.

All rise.

Matty, in case I
don't get out of here,

I want you to
promise me something.

Hey, don't talk
like that, Humphrey.

We're going to win this.

Listen to me.

You know where I
mostly sleep nights?

Yeah.

That loading dock
over on Front Street.

Right.

In the bottom slot
of the dumpster

you'll find a leather pouch.

In the pouch, there's a stone
bear a small bag of pollen.

I want you to send
it to my uncle.

That way he'll do
a blessingway sing.

A blessingway?

HUMPHREY: For my spirit.

And another thing, promise me
you'll stay out of the gutter.

You don't belong there.

Hey, Humphrey,
nothing's going to happen.

You have to promise.

All of it.

All right, I will.

Hey, stop worrying, OK?

[music playing]

[chatter]

Hey, take a look who's here.

When do we start
to work on her?

Right now.

Good evening.

It was until now.

Oh, come on.

Just because we sit at opposite
tables in the courtroom

doesn't mean we have to continue
the practice on the outside.

What do you mean?

Well, I thought
you'd like to join us.

I'm meeting someone.

Councilman Peterson?

That's my business.

Certainly.

You know, you might want to
ask the councilmen about all

that property he's been
quietly buying up at depressed

prices in the skid row area.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, I'm sure you don't,
but Councilman Peterson does.

Now he's pressuring
the city council

to clean up the area so we
can sell out at a nice profit.

He is quite a
humanitarian, isn't he?

Enjoy your evening.

Waiter.

Yes, ma'am?

Another double.

WAITER: Right away.

[music playing]

So I'm in the back
stacking beer cases

when I notice him
walking to the checkout

stand carrying his jug of wine.

So I tell him to wait a
minute, I'll be right there.

Next thing I know, he's
walking out of the store

with the bottle
stashed under his arm.

No further
questions, Your Honor.

He just walked out?

Did he say anything?

Oh, yeah, he said,
keep the change.

Something like that.

And when you got back to the
counter was there any change

there?

Yeah, but it--

MATTHEW: How much?

About $0.90.

Something like that.

How do you think it got there?

Objection, Your Honor?

Calls for a conclusion on
the part of the witness.

Sustained.

You say that this
is the bottle of wine

that Mr. Bogart was
supposed to have stolen?

Yeah, that's the one he took.

That's my mark right there.

Tell me, how do you know
how much a bottle of wine

like this costs?

There's a price tag on it.

You see, it says $2.85.

Where's the two?

Well, the two is kind of
faint, but I know my stock.

And--

But you're not
the one buying it.

Isn't it entirely
possible that Mr.

Bogart only read
the $0.85 and then

put $0.90 on the counter and
told you to keep the change?

Objection Your Honor.

Calls for a conclusion on
the part of the witness.

I have no further questions.

Any further questions
of this witness?

No, Your Honor.

You may step down.

Court will take a
15 minute recess.

No!

I'm not going back in there.

Humphrey, it's only a recess.

No, I won't go back in there.

The walls getting to me.

Humphrey, calm down.

Mr. Cain, restrain
your client.

I'm trying to, Your Honor.

No.

Hey, they don't understand.

I can't go back in there.

Matty, help!

I cannot have my court
disrupted in this fashion.

Your Honor, I think
I have a solution.

You heard that clerk in there.

You'll never be able
to prove intent.

Reduce the charge
to a misdemeanor,

which is what it should have
been in the first place.

And will plead to that charge.

The charge stands.

And as for your
client's histrionics--

Histrionics?

The man is terrified.

Can't you see that?

I know a good
act when I see one.

You can't believe
that was an act.

Don't tell me what I can
or can't believe, Counselor.

Listen to me, to
put Humphrey in jail

is like a death sentence.

Maybe it's claustrophobia, maybe
it's being raised in Navajo

on a high plateau in New Mexico
with an unlimited horizon,

I don't know.

But I do know him, Your Honor.

And I'm telling you,
this will kill him.

Ball's in your
court, Ms. Reynolds.

The charge stands.

JUDGE WATANABE: We will resume
at 8:00 tomorrow morning.

[clears throat]
That will give you

time to counsel your client on
courtroom behavior, Mr. Cain.

Please, don't do this.

[doorbell]

Ms. Reynolds.

What are you doing here?

I wonder if I could talk
to you for a few minutes.

I've been through it all
already with your friend,

the skid row lawyer.

Isn't a man's life
worth a few minutes?

Thank you.

I'd offer you a
drink, but you're

not going to be here that long.

So where's the vagrants answer
to "Perry Mason" tonight?

He went down to the jail
to see Humphrey again.

What's on your mind?

I wanted to ask you one more
time to drop the felony charge.

I told you I've
been through all that.

Ms. Reynolds, if
you just listen--

No, you listen to me.

My job is to make
this town a better

place to live in by getting
the criminals off the street.

Humphrey's not a criminal,
he's a sick man who needs help.

I didn't make him a bumb.

I didn't make him a drunk.

And I most certainly
didn't make him a thief.

These people have got
to be taught a lesson.

And stiffer penalties
are the only way.

We're going to clean
up this town, Smith.

Oh, you bet you are.

By frightening the homeless
into moving somewhere else.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Let somebody else
worry about it.

Your few minutes are up.

You can show
yourself to the door.

Did you ever see someone
lying on the sidewalk

and wondered how he got there?

I mean, he wasn't born that way.

He was a crying infant
just like you and me.

Well, was he abused?

Were his parents are alcoholics?

What happened to him?

I told you, your time is up.

I'm not going to spend the
evening discussing a drunk.

How many drinks have you
had today, Ms. Reynolds?

[laughs] No.

Not that one.

You're not going to
compare me to Humphrey.

Oh, no.

Of course not.

You can afford to
pay for your scotch.

[music playing]

And if there ever comes a
time when you need help,

I hope there'll
be someone there.

All rise.

The Fourth District
court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Helen Watanabe presiding.

You may be seated.

I'd like to see counsel
in my chambers, please.

I-- I have some terrible news.

The defendant, Mr. Bogart has--

he hung himself this morning.

[music playing]

[gasps] No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Now that's all that's
left and nobody cares.

Nobody.

JONATHAN: Including you.

Oh, why don't you two guys
just leave me alone, huh?

You're not alone, Matthew.

You got everything you need.

Your self pity.

I mean, to hell
with Bogart, right?

What do you mean
the hell with Bogart?

He's dead.

What more can I do for him?

You could keep your
promise for one thing.

You promised him you wouldn't
wind up back in the gutter.

Yeah.

I also promised
him that everything

would turn out all right.

And he's dead.

Damn it, he's dead!

That's right, he's dead.

Humphrey's dead
and nobody cares.

But you care.

And you have the ability
to make other people care.

Not just about Humphrey,
but all the other Humphrey's

that are lying in
alleys in the city.

I'm just a broken down lawyer,
who's going to hear my voice?

Nobody unless you raise it.

Raise it to the rooftops.

Make people listen.

Make them hear what
they don't want to hear.

Make them face what's
happening to people

all over this country.

I can't.

JONATHAN: You can.

Matthew, you can.

Humphrey was right, you
don't belong down here.

Look, God knows neither
does anybody else.

But they can't get
out without help.

You can.

You got the skills.

You've had the opportunities
they never had.

You can make a difference.

How did you feel about Humphrey?

How did you feel about him?

I loved him.

He was my friend.

Then make sure this isn't all
that's left of Humphrey Bogart.

Matthew, make people remember.

Make them remember
that he was here.

As you can see, redevelopment
of this eight block area

will bring people back
into the city again.

It will provide a place where
people want to shop after work.

Where they want to have dinner.

Now it-- it can be a model for
other areas of this great city.

But it is up to us
to lead the way.

Thank you, Mr Chairman.

We are now open
to a public debate.

[chatter]

Could we have order, please?

I insist upon having order.

My name is Matthew Cain.

I represent the street
people of this district.

You not only represent
them, but you are one of them,

is that not true, Mr. Cain?

What does one of them
mean, Mr. Peterson?

I think you know.

I know what you mean by it.

The poor, the mentally
ill, the great unwashed.

To me, it means
American citizens living

in your district who need help.

You cannot help people who do
not help themselves, Mr. Cain.

MATTHEW: I agree.

But first, you got
to let them know

that somebody cares, that
they do mean something,

that they have value.

We have tried, Mr. Cain.

To get rid of
them, yes, you have.

To give them an opportunity
to help themselves,

no, you have not.

Councilman Peterson's
solution is

to intimidate these poor
people, to frighten them

into living somewhere else.

My friend-- my best friend
died in his cell yesterday.

He was in prison,
charged with a felony

for stealing a cheap
bottle of wine.

What Mr. Cain
neglects to mention

is that the man in question was
an alcoholic, he hung himself.

Yeah, he was an alcoholic.

There are a lot of alcoholics
in your district, Peterson.

But you people keep granting
more and more licenses

to the liquor stores every day.

Have you noticed that every
other business in this district

is a liquor store?

It's a free country, Mr. Cain.

Free if you can
afford to pay for it.

If a president's
wife or a celebrity

admits to alcohol addiction,
they're given a lot of respect

and a lot of
attention for having

the guts to come forward.

They're treated like heroes.

But if one of these people
is in the same boat,

he's just another drunken bum.

And as for my friend's
suicide, Mr. Peterson,

I must tell you
that there are worse

things in this life than death.

Mr Chairman, I,
for one, am getting

very tired of this rhetoric.

MATTHEW: You're
absolutely right.

I apologize.

It's time that you took
the floor, Councilman,

and explain to your
constituents exactly

what you have to gain personally
from this redevelopment

project.

Who do you think you are
to accuse me in this fashion?

I'm one of the
people you work for.

How many parcels of land have
you bought up, Councilman,

in your various partnerships?

I will not stand here
and be insulted any more.

MATTHEW: OK, you
can run out here

if you want to, Councilman.

But we will be heard.

If we have to shout it from
the rooftops, we will be heard.

CROWD: We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

[phone ringing]

Hello.

ALAN (ON PHONE): Kathleen
Reynolds, please.

She's no longer here.

ALAN (ON PHONE):
Well, where is she?

This is Councilman
Peterson calling.

Oh, Councilman, I'm sorry.

I don't know.

She quit today.

ALAN (ON PHONE): She quit?

Yes, sir.

She came in, quit and left.

She didn't even bother
taking anything with her.

ALAN (ON PHONE):
Thank you very much.

[music playing]

MATTHEW (ON PHONE):
I can't believe

what's been accomplished
in the last two weeks.

They've given us a building
and the money to refurbish it.

Sounds great, Mr. Lawyer Man.

MATTHEW (ON PHONE): Yeah.

Look, I've got an
AA meeting tonight.

But could we all
have dinner tomorrow?

I'd like to, but we've
got to get on our way.

We've got another assignment.

MATTHEW (ON PHONE): Oh.

Well, we'll be having a
ribbon cutting ceremony

when the building is ready,
if there's any chance

you could both make it.

We wouldn't miss
it for the world.

MATTHEW (ON PHONE): Great.

Keep raising that voice.

MATTHEW (ON PHONE): I will.

Thank you both.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What do you mean
another assignment?

What about Kathleen Reynolds?

She's not my
assignment anymore.

You're kidding?

You know, who's taking it over?

No.

I just hope they have better
luck with her than I did.

[music playing]

JONATHAN (VOICEOVER): Three
months later, the building

for the homeless opened.

Matthew Cain had raised
his voice and been heard.

And a Native American, Humphrey
Bogart, would not be forgotten.

[cheering]

[applause]

If the time ever comes
that you need help,

I hope there'll
be someone there.

[music playing]