Now and Again (1999) s01e13 Episode Script

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NARRATOR: An ordinary man,
insurance executive,
45 years old, stumbles to his death
on a subway platform
in New York City.
Or does he?
Unbeknownst to his wife or child,
his brain is rescued
from the accident scene
by a secret branch
of the United States government,
and put into the body of an
artificially produced 26-year-old man
who has the strength of Superman,
the speed of Michael Jordan,
and the grace of Fred Astaire.
The only catch,
under penalty of death,
he can never let anyone from his past
know he is still alive.
And that, my friends, is a problem.
For this man is desperately in love
with his wife, his daughter,
and his former life.
MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman?
Are you all right?
I just
I need to know.
Is she cable ready?
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Wiseman,
but it's only temporary.
You're really an evil man.
You're making me blush.
Shall we adjourn
to the media room?
So, what's the occasion?
You like boxing, Mr. Wiseman?
Watching or participating?
[UPBEAT CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON TV]
MAN [ON TV]: Heavyweight champion
Maceo T. Jones
is riding a crest of a wave.
Now, what do we have here, huh?
MAN: Whether he's signing
autographs for his youngest fans,
or posing for magazine covers,
this charismatic young fighter
is sitting comfortably
on top of the world.
And although he is interested
in the traditional pursuits
of virile young athletes,
he's an introspective
and guarded young man as well.
Ten years ago,
before there was a you,
there existed
a black-budget government program
called Magic Mirror.
What's a black-budget
government program?
It existed,
but it never existed.
A team of government scientists--
And mind you
this was well before my time.
--transformed a young soldier,
Private First Class Timothy Foster,
from a causality
of a Gulf War nerve gas incident
into a biologically altered warrior.
Swift, powerful,
immune to disease
and chemical warfare
with feline reflexes.
What are you talking about?
Another me?
Oh, perish the thought,
Mr. Wiseman.
Biomolecular research, gene vectors,
advances in nanotechnology. Ha, ha.
We've come a long way
since the '80s.
Think of it this way.
PFC Foster was analog.
You're digital.
Thing is, back then,
they were flying by the seat
of their first-generation Dockers.
MAN: Heading into his rematch
with veteran Tyrell Hoyles,
Jones comes to the ring
in his usual impeccable condition.
At 205, he may be small
for a modern heavyweight,
but he's been more than big enough
to handle the 26 opponents
who'd been unlucky enough
to face him so far.
[TURNS TV OFF]
Not only did Magic Mirror gravely
underestimate Foster's strength,
but also his guile.
He escaped the program
and has been at large since 1992.
At large?
How's a guy like that stay at large?
Well, the thinking was
he went underground.
Maybe had some plastic surgery.
Did anything he could
to avoid attention.
Well, that was the theory at least
until last week.
Why? What happened last week?
What is this?
MORRIS:
Don't you recognize New Jersey?
MICHAEL:
Nice. Who owns it?
MORRIS:
Maceo T. Jones.
Okay. So, what does that prove?
What's he doing?
MORRIS:
He's chopping down a tree.
With his hand.
Wow. I gotta make it a point
to introduce myself
at the next union meeting.
[ALARM RINGING]
[HEATHER GROANING]
Mom!
[LISA HUMMING]
Do you have an extra key?
I have an extra key.
I'm going to give you my work number.
Don't lose it.
Do you want me
to pin it to my shirt?
Mom, it's your first day at work,
not my first day at school.
I'm gonna keep the cell phone on.
And at some point
I hope I can call your school
and give them
my new work numbers,
because God forbid
there's an emergency
and they have to get hold of me
and I'm not actually at home.
I mean,
I could check the answering machine,
but that's not the point, is it?
I think you've had enough coffee.
- I have to go.
- Okay.
Will you please give me a call
when you get home
just so that I know you're all right?
Oh, be nice.
I'm terrified. Ha, ha.
Okay, Mom,
I'll call you when I get home.
- Okay.
- Good luck, Mom.
Thanks, honey.
Thanks, honey.
You know, just because a guy's
chopping a tree down on Maceo's land
doesn't mean that the guy is Maceo.
I know that, Mr. Wiseman.
But there's no escaping the fact
that his past is awfully convenient.
Convenient?
Well, for starters the orphanage
where he allegedly spent his youth
was destroyed by a fire
over 15 years ago.
The orphanage and the birth records
of everyone they cared for.
That is handy, isn't it?
And that's not all.
The man came out of nowhere.
And in just five years
has 60 undefeated professional bouts.
He's never been defeated. Ever.
That just proves he's a champion,
not that he's government issue.
Then explain this.
The man is worth over $800 million.
And yet, in all that time
and with all that money,
not one relative has come forward.
No long-lost cousins or uncles
threatening to talk to the tabloids
or make a book deal.
No prodigal mother weeping
about how she was forced
by her economic plight
to put poor little Maceo in a basket
on someone's doorstep.
No high-school sweetheart
claiming to have had his child.
Not a one.
Well, you said he was an orphan.
Maybe he's also a nice guy.
It's not impossible, you know?
And then there's the tattoo.
No. A tattoo?
Well, that seals it.
If he has a tattoo
he couldn't possibly be a nice guy.
Probably bites his nails too.
Can you bite through these nails?
[CHOMPS]
Hmm. You can.
You think of everything, doc.
It's right here
where the tracking device
would've been inserted and removed.
Could just be a
coincidence.
You know, doc,
I'm thirsty and I'm bored.
Want a margarita? I'm buying.
So how do I fit into all this?
What do you want me to do?
If you're counting on me appealing
to him as a long-last relative--
I mean, I know we're kind of apples
from the same tree,
but truth is, we've never been close.
I need proof, Mr. Wiseman.
Absolute proof of who he is.
This isn't just Joe Everyman
we're talking about.
This is the greatest heavyweight fighter
since Joe Louis.
Feared more than Tyson.
Loved nearly as much as Ali.
He's played golf with two presidents.
And armed wrestled the archbishop
of New York.
No, before we can even contemplate
the next step in our plan,
Washington has to be certain
that Maceo T. Jones
and PFC Timothy Foster
are, in fact, one and the same.
And how do we do that?
Pull his shorts down and check
his underwear for a nametag?
I need DNA, Mr. Wiseman.
Hair, blood, saliva, urine.
And that's where you come in.
Aha.
Tell me you don't have your heart set
on the urine sample thing.
JANET:
This is your desk.
Go ahead, sit down.
[SIGHS]
You like it?
You're the fourth desk.
I'm the first desk, Bob's the second,
Carla's got the third desk.
What this means is that any business
that comes through the door
or over the phone
is assigned on that rotation.
First me, then Bob,
then Carla, then you.
And every day is a new day.
We don't pick up where we left off.
- Mm-hm.
JANET:- We start all over again.
Now, I know this seems unfair,
but these desk assignments
are given out based on sales.
So next quarter, who knows,
you could be sitting at the first desk.
Besides, over time you will find
that most of your business
will come from referrals and ads,
not from walk-ins.
Next, business cards.
You're kidding?
I get a business card?
JANET:- Fancy, huh?
- I love it.
You just fill in the sheet
with the exact spelling of your name
and tomorrow
we'll have your cards back.
Great. This I can do.
So, what have we got here?
Ms.? Mrs.?
It's missus.
I think I'll always be a missus.
I, um, lost my husband last year
in an accident.
- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.
I lost my husband
to a female golf pro.
That came out much flipper
than I meant it.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
Now that we've gotten off
to a completely awkward start,
let me make it up to you
by preparing you for the hard part.
I knew there had to be a hard part.
Yeah, well, there is. The waiting.
The waiting? What--?
For something to happen.
Unless you have a friend or a relative
who's looking to buy or looking to list.
It's tough to get started.
And until you've made that first sale,
it's really tough on your self-esteem
and your pocketbook.
But if it's gonna happen, it'll happen.
You just have to tough-out that first
waiting period and establish yourself.
In this last year or so, I have become
very accomplished at waiting.
I have no idea for what.
Maybe this.
But rest assured,
I can wait with the best of them.
Mom!
Yo, Mom, I'm home!
Mom!
Oh, yeah.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]
MAN [ON TV]: Let's go to the
Jones/Hoyles press conference
which is set to commence
momentarily.
As many of you know, I'm scheduled
to fight Mr. Tyrell Hoyles
next week at the Garden.
I'd like to apologize in advance
to tens of thousands of people
who bought their tickets to this event.
See, the fight's gonna be over
faster than a 14-year-old boy
on top of his first hooker.
What? What? You don't think so?
The man is an old bald tire.
Ha, ha. Sweat smells
like formaldehyde.
"Challenger could be trouble.” Huh.
Look at him.
Put the man out to pasture.
I could beat him
with Betty White's fists.
Righteous!
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
Oh, hi, Mom.
Oh, nothing,
just doing my homework.
MAN:
Maceo T. Jones. Knock them out.
[BELL DINGS]
[GRUNTING]
[BELL DINGS]
[GRUNTING]
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Red.
Do I look like I need a nap up here,
huh? Do I look like I need my blanket
- and my pillow up here?
- No, Mace.
No? Then why y'all working overtime
to put my ass to sleep? Hmm?
Children, children, children.
If you haven't heard,
I have a date with Tyrell Hoyles
at the Garden in a week.
Now, he's going to be ready.
What about me?
[LAUGHING]
Red, I need some confident
damn sparring partners.
We brought you--
Dopey, Grumpy, Sneezy and Bashful,
that's who you brought me.
Now, this is boxing, baby.
Not tag. Boxing.
Now, who am I gonna fight?
Hmm?
Right there.
Bring that boy's ass up here.
Mace, it's cool. I've got a couple
of fighters coming in from Newark.
- They'll be here in an hour.
JONES:- Good. You can fight them.
Come on, come on,
where's my mouthpiece?
This boy's over there
waiting for his beating.
- But, Mace, I don't know this guy.
MORRIS:- What's there to know?
He's here and he's willing.
You know, this thing would be covered
with the man's DNA.
What are you saying?
I'm saying, if you knock one of those
out of his mouth,
you won't have to worry
about getting me any hair or blood or
[BELL DINGS]
Look at you.
Now, what do we have here?
- How much you weigh?
MICHAEL:- One-seventy.
- What?
- Five.
JONES:
A buck 75.
That's bitch weight.
Didn't I see you
in a Banana Republic ad?
Come on.
Get on out of here.
Go back to your modeling job.
Afraid of me?
Get up on out of here. I'm serious.
I don't wanna hurt you. Hey, Red.
Get the Newark doggies up in here
so I can train already.
[CROWD GROANS]
Oh.
You want a piece of me?
You wanna play, Ken doll?
Just got your wish.
[CROWD GROANS]
What the hell was that?
Some kind of delayed reaction
you working, Ken?
Hey, I'll tell you,
that was such a good shot
it knocked the pain right out of me
for a second there.
What?
[CROWD GROANING]
Yeah, you take as good as you give,
Ken.
So I don't have to worry about you.
Hey, you wanna worry about me,
you go ahead and worry about me.
I think that's nice.
[CROWD SHOUTING]
Watch yourself, watch yourself.
- Come on, come on!
- Come on!
MAN 1:- Break it up!
MAN 2:- I got it in. I got it in.
[CROWD CHEERING]
MAN 3:
Hey, get up, get up!
Get out of my oxygen, all right?
Hmm.
You like fried perch?
Good.
CROWD:
Yeah!
[DOOR OPENS AND BELL JINGLES]
WOMAN:
Hi.
Good to see you again.
[PHONE RINGING]
Uncle Roger called.
- Uh-huh.
- I told him you'll call him back.
Well, you lied.
So how many houses
did you sell today?
Oh, that would be none.
Whoops.
Oh, no. No. No.
No, no, there's no whoops involved.
There's no whoops here.
I didn't sell any houses because
I didn't get my business cards yet.
Okay.
I don't get my business cards
until tomorrow.
And because nobody came in
to see me.
So I didn't have to get in my car
and show anybody a house
so that I could sell
someone a house.
There you have it, honey.
It's all perfectly normal.
Perfectly natural.
Just what you would expect
on your first day of work
when you are starting a new career.
[SIGHS]
Could you write me a note
so that I don't have to go in tomorrow?
[BOTH LAUGHING]
No.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]
Mm.
Let me ask you something.
You sure you know who I am?
MICHAEL:
Yeah, you're Maceo T. Jones. Why?
I'm used to bowing and scraping
and people making fools of themselves
sucking up.
My ass has been kissed
so many times
I should have
a ChapStick endorsement.
Yeah, well, that's not my deal.
JONES:
Not your deal?
Ain't you cool.
Just like your boxing too.
You just lean back there,
let the other fellow go reckless
and then you just slip in that bob.
Smart.
I like that.
So, what's your real name, Ken?
Michael. Michael Newman.
- Oh, damn. Stop.
- What?
That is definitely not a fighter's name.
That's some freaking bean counter's name.
- Really? You think so?
- I know so.
I'll have publicist come up
with something for you.
That is, of course,
if you wanna be a star.
You like boxing?
Oh, yeah.
In fact, I was kind of born to fight.
How about you?
Me? Hate it.
Really?
Yeah. It sucks.
Then why do you do it?
JONES:
Well, I was strong.
What was I gonna do,
join the circus?
And according
to my best-selling autobiography:
"Once you've tried on
the bright, canvas ring,"
"anything else
is just costume jewelry."
I like that. It's very poetic.
Thank you.
I'll tell my ghost writer you said so.
If the guy had bothered to ask me,
I would've told him:
"Boxing just fills the void."
Now, you know what I want.
- And he'll have the same.
- Okay.
So you got any family, Ken?
Married?
Separated.
Little Kens?
Daughter.
Get to see her much?
[SIGHS]
Not nearly enough.
I feel you.
I feel you.
- How about you?
- Heh.
My life's complicated enough.
No. No family.
Maybe someday.
Right now, I got only one thing
and one thing only on my mind.
And that's making that Jell-O-ass loser
Tyrell Hoyles shut his big mouth.
The punk is a has-been,
a former has-been.
He thinks because our last fight went
ten rounds, he's got a chance? Bull.
Why can't the man just accept the fact
that he is just plain old?
Reason to live.
Welcome
to Uncle Maceo's training table.
Dig in.
Well, you were certainly in there
for a long while.
Well, I didn't wanna eat and run.
Which reminds me,
he actually invited me to run.
Road work, day after tomorrow,
110th in Central Park West, 7 a.m.
Hmm.
Well, that might come in handy.
You like him, don't you?
Well, "like" is a little strong.
It's not like I get to meet a lot
of people in my present situation.
Why? You worried
I'm gonna leave you for him?
I'll be honest, it crossed my mind
when they brought the hush puppies.
- Hush puppies?
- Oh, come on, doc.
I only ate what I absolutely had to
so as not to give myself away.
And then only to protect democracy
and the American way of life.
[MICHAEL BELCHES
THEN MORRIS GROANS]
Gosh, the things I do
for my country.
And by the way, I gotta tell you,
I think you guys
are way off the mark here.
I mean, yeah, he hits really hard,
but that man loves being famous.
Trust me, he didn't go to all this trouble
and become the champion of the world
to give it all up the first time
he sensed you guys were onto him.
But, of course--
Hey, my opinion doesn't count.
I'm just a cog in the wheel,
an ant in the colony.
And if you tell me you need me
to keep hanging out with this guy,
sparring with him, training with him,
and, yes, even eating with him,
well, a government experiment's
gotta do
what a government experiment's
gotta do.
Oh, be quiet.
[BELCHES]
Oh, Mr. Wiseman.
[DOOR OPENS
THEN BELL JINGLES]
Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize
that you were there. Can I help you?
I certainly hope so.
I'm looking for a house.
Oh.
Great. Um
Actually, Janet is the person
that you wanna see.
Aren't you a licensed broker?
Well, yes, I am,
but, um, we work on a rotation here.
And that means that whoever walks
in the door first has to go see
Janet.
Is that the way it has to be?
Well, maybe we'll find an opportunity
to work together some other time.
Maybe.
- Hello. Are you Janet?
JANET:- Yes.
I'm looking for a brunette
to help me find a house.
- Excuse me?
JOHN:- Is that your natural hair color?
I beg your pardon?
JOHN: I don't think this is working out
for either of us.
I think I'm going to go outside
and, uh
Good idea.
[DOOR OPENS
THEN BELL JINGLES]
JANET:
Ah.
[WHISTLES]
[CLEARS THROAT]
[CLEARS THROAT]
MAN: Yes. Yeah.
Did you get those papers I sent you?
Have you met Lisa?
Lisa?
Lisa.
Oh, hi.
You look familiar.
[CHUCKLES]
You don't say.
Am I allowed to ask
what that was all about at the office?
- The-- Oh, that.
- Mm-hm.
That was about me
wanting to work with you.
Oh. Heh.
I mean, I walked in, I looked around,
you looked pleasant.
Not that the others
looked unpleasant.
I don't know,
it's kind of an instinct thing.
I trust my instincts.
I'm an investment banker, I, uh-- Me
and my instincts have done pretty well
so when I get an instinct about
something or someone, I like to--
You are pleasant, aren't you?
Well, I like to think so.
But you should know
that this is my second day on the job.
And that you are absolutely
the very first person
that I have taken out to see a house.
Well, that's okay
because this is my first day looking.
And you are absolutely the first person
I've asked to help me.
So you could do something badly
and I'd be almost certain not to notice.
As long as you're pleasant.
It's the fourth time
you've been up there.
Is there something particular
you're looking for?
A secret passageway or something?
Nope. Just looking.
Well, if you think
that this really could be a contender,
I would be happy to arrange a showing
for your wife.
- That would be great.
- Good.
- But I don't have a wife.
- Oh.
Well, anyone
who's opinion you might value,
I would be happy to show it to them.
- I don't think this is the one.
- Ah.
- No.
- Well, it's a good start.
And now that I have a better sense
of what you're looking for--
What are you doing for dinner
tomorrow night?
Dinner? I'm sorry.
Did we skip something?
Was I not paying attention
somewhere? Um
Here's what I'm thinking.
Now that you have a better sense
of what looking for,
maybe you could go assemble some
brochures, photographs, whatever.
Come into the city tomorrow night,
we'll have dinner together
and you can show me your ideas.
Does that work for you?
- That works for me.
- Great.
I'm going to call my driver
and have him pick me up here.
It's-- You have a driver.
And I'll call you tomorrow,
we'll discuss the particulars.
Tomorrow, discuss the particulars,
that's great.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Lisa?
- Sir?
This was, uh, very pleasant.
Morning.
I'm betting I would've figured that out
on my own.
What brings you over
so gloomy and early?
Maceo's DNA.
It came in and it's a match.
Lately he's been jogging
the length of Central Park
on the path along the West Drive.
There's a wooded ravine
just before the North Meadow
where a tactical team will be in place
waiting to intercept.
PFC Foster will be accompanied
by three bodyguards.
They'll be neutralized with non-lethal
narcotics delivered through the skin.
Poisoned darts?
Something like that.
Maceo will disappear
without a trace.
Selected facts will be leaked
to the press.
It will be assumed
to have been an abduction.
Possibly a botched kidnapping.
And no one will ever hear
from him again?
No.
No one will ever hear from him again.
Boy, I gotta tell you, finding out
that stuff like this goes on,
if I wasn't dead, it would kill me.
Look, it's not my area,
but just between us,
for a fabulously rich,
somewhat spoiled media darling,
he seems like
a pretty decent, grounded guy.
I mean,
do you really have to do anything?
Tell me you're joking, Mr. Wiseman.
No, I'm serious.
I mean, why can't he just be champ?
Somebody's gotta do it.
Ha, ha. Okay. Fine.
Let's have it your way.
But suppose PFC Foster slips up
and someone, anyone,
discovers the secret of his success
is more than just a sweet left jab?
What if he's hurt in the ring?
Well, hell, forget the ring.
He's hurt in a car accident?
The attending physician cuts him open
only to discover
that the knee bone
ain't connected to the shin bone.
Well, hell, forget the knee bone.
There are pieces in this fella that
aren't illustrated in Gray's Anatomy.
Okay, I get it.
So, what's gonna happen to him?
Suffice to say that his strength and
appearance will be dynamically altered.
We'll obviously have to do something
with his memory.
Some sort of surgical procedure
involving the brain.
Lobotomy?
As I said, some sort of surgical
procedure involving the brain.
And after all that's accomplished,
I will make it my business to see to it
that he lives out his days comfortably
in a government facility.
Right.
"After all that's accomplished.”
Need I remind you, Mr. Wiseman,
that he was offered
the same proposition you were given.
He entered into an agreement.
He accepted the conditions
of that agreement
fully aware of the consequences
involved in violating it.
He then chose
to violate that agreement.
And under the circumstances,
I think he's lived an unusually
comfortable life.
I'll leave the map here.
Let's skip our workout for today.
Leave you some time to
yourself.
MORRIS [SINGING]:
I've got you under surveillance ♪
I've got you
Right where I need you to be ♪
I've got you on the tracking scope,
Mr. Wiseman. Can you hear me?
I'm afraid so, Geppetto.
Can't talk now, Dad.
My friends are here.
And you should see the cars
they get to drive.
MORRIS:
All right.
Don't talk, just listen.
You'll be jogging on the West Drive
path for about seven minutes.
That should bring you to the ravine.
When you reach the ravine,
do what you can to slow the pace.
Ah, motivation, bull. I swear you were
somebody's mother in another life.
Now you know and I know that I will
beat this man into a three egg omelet,
that anything he does
is useless, hopeless, pointless.
Anything that's less and more.
There he is.
- Morning, Ken.
- Hey, champ.
These guys were saying
that you wouldn't show.
But I had a hunch.
There'd be no keeping you away.
It's like I said,
I was born to be a fighter.
Mm. Now, let's see what you've got
under your hood.
You guys can chill.
We're gonna fly solo today.
- Mace, I--
- Now what, huh?
A band of homeless folks gonna come
and try to take my sneakers?
Mr. Wiseman, don't say anything,
but I think perhaps
we've just been handed a brick.
And besides, I got Ken here
to protect me.
Now go on. Get. All of you.
- You all right with that?
- Yes.
I'm great with that.
Then let's go find that hallelujah thing
they call a runner's high.
They're moving. Be advised,
the subject is alone with Mr. Wiseman.
East. Ten east.
Really fast.
Are you in front of him,
behind him or beside him?
Mr. Wiseman?
Mr. Wiseman?
Mr. Wiseman, are you there?
Talk to me.
What are you doing?
Mr. Wiseman?
What's happened?
MAN:
Watch it!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING]
MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman?
Mr. Wiseman?
Boy, I'd have never known it
looking at you.
But you're my long-lost Uncle Sammy,
aren't you?
Something like that, yeah.
Where is it, huh?
- What are you doing?
MORRIS:- Mr. Wise--
Mr. Wiseman?
MAN 1: We need further contact.
Stand by.
I think we just went dead.
- Mr. Wiseman?
MAN 1:- Stand by.
All agents, hold your position.
- Do you have a precise location?
- Yes, sir.
I'm gonna round up the others.
Stay here and lead me to them.
[GRUNTING]
Listen to me.
We can both get out of here.
I've got offshore accounts
everywhere.
I've got all the money either of us
will ever need.
I've got jets on three continents.
I know how to do this.
I've done it once.
That tracking thing in your head,
we'll get it pulled out,
get you some plastic surgery.
You're crazy. They found you once,
they'll find you again.
So what? What are they gonna do
to me? Kill me?
Shut up, they'll be here any second.
Forget the ravine.
They're tracking east of the lake.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
Stop kidding yourself.
You got the same disease I got.
You got a hole in your soul.
You can't hide that emptiness.
It weighs a ton.
Come on, tell me.
What's stopping you?
You got somebody you're worried
about on the outside? Right?
All my people are dead.
But you really do have a wife,
a daughter someplace, right?
Okay, no problem. We go get them.
Take them with us.
You'll have your family,
I'll have my memories.
- All of us will disappear for good.
- No. No, that won't happen.
I'll never get within a mile of the house.
They'll kill them before that happens.
As far as your memories go,
Private Foster
What? What about my memories?
[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]
Hit me.
- Huh?
- Knock me out.
- Knock you out?
- Knock me out.
- Where you want it?
- Surprise me. Just do it.
Then get the hell out of here.
Thanks.
You're supposed to be the greatest
living fighting machine in the world.
What happened?
I'm thinking maybe the second
greatest living fighting machine
in the world
sucker punched me, doc.
[SIGHS]
[GROANS THEN HISSES]
Guess I'm not gonna be doing
any Banana Republic ads for a while.
You'll be fine
in all of about 15 minutes.
We will catch him, you know?
Oh, I don't doubt that
for a second, doc.
JOHN: You ready
to work out the particulars?
LISA: Heh. So this is going to be
the famous particulars conversation.
JOHN: I was thinking Clementine's
around 8:00.
Can I send a car to bring you?
LISA: You know what?
At the risk of being unpleasant,
I'd love to meet you there,
but what I'd really love to do
is just take the train in
and catch a cab.
Fifty-second and Madison, please.
WOMAN [ON RADIO]: This just in.
Unconfirmed sources are reporting
that Maceo T. Jones, just days away
from the rematch with Tyrell Hoyles,
has been reporting missing
after failing to return
from a training run in Central Park.
Details are sketchy, but we'll continue
to follow this developing story.
What are they talking about?
That famous boxer?
JONES:- Yep.
- Well, how does that happen?
I mean, how does somebody
that famous go missing anywhere?
I know what you mean, lady.
Seems unbelievable.