Now and Again (1999) s01e14 Episode Script
Film At Eleven
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.
NARRATOR:
Before on Now and Again:
- Can I help you?
- I certainly hope so.
I'm looking for a house.
This is my second day on the job.
And that you are absolutely
the very first person
that I had taken out to see a house.
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.
[CHATTERING]
[SLOW PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]
- Oh, this is intriguing.
- Hmm?
- Old.
- Mm-hm.
- I like old.
- Great.
- I've got a lot of old.
- Good.
Not for me.
Ooh, not for me.
So how does your husband feel
about you having dinner
with a client in New York?
Must be a very well-adjusted fella.
My, uh, second wife
was an attorney.
And the more she would assure me
that her dinner meetings
were strictly business,
the more I would just think that
[SIGHS]
This can't possibly be as nice
as this picture makes it look.
- You didn't answer my question.
- Heh.
Well, to be completely honest,
I'm not really that familiar
with this piece of property.
Well, that's nice.
I'm trying to ask you in a clever way
about your husband.
This game isn't going to work
if you force me to play it alone.
I'm a widow.
Oh.
Uh
I saw the ring.
Well, I haven't been able
to bring myself to take it off.
No, no, I-- Heh.
You shouldn't have to. Why?
So jerks like me will know
whether or not to try and pick you up?
[CHUCKLES]
You didn't know?
No.
You thought I was married?
Yep.
I am so confused.
I like married women.
I've had great luck
with married women.
Married women
Not all married women, mind you,
but--
Married women
with a little bit of an itch.
They're not that different
from someone like me.
They don't wanna get caught.
They don't want complications.
They just want to hook up
with someone
Uh
Pleasant.
Yeah.
I really have to go.
I really have to go wash.
Wash?
Yeah.
I have to go wash with a wire brush.
MAN:
Taxi!
[MAN WHISTLES]
- Say, Lisa, stop!
- Ugh.
I still wanna buy a house.
Just blow it out your--
MICHAEL: This is a very strange place
to have a top secret meeting.
Not really.
Sometimes the safest place
to discuss the most sensitive subjects
are out in the open.
Mr. Wiseman.
Why are you staring at the pigeons?
I'm jealous.
That bread looks awfully good to me.
AGENT:
Dr. Morris?
Yes?
I was asked to make contact
with you.
Thanks for meeting here
on such short notice.
You know why I'm here?
Well, obviously I know my budget
is coming up for review.
I assume it has something
to do with that.
What?
POTUS wants to talk to you.
POTUS himself?
- When?
- Now.
Shall we?
[MICHAEL CLEARING THROAT]
Don't you remember?
Mom said you can't go anywhere
with your friends today.
You have to babysit me.
Is this man with you?
No one told you
that I would be bringing someone?
With all due respect, Dr. Morris,
this isn't a high school dance.
This is POTUS.
I was told to bring you, and only you.
I just need a minute.
Mr. Wiseman, there's been
some sort of miscommunication.
You're telling me.
This guy's acting
like I'm not even here.
And by the way, what's a POTUS?
What?
The O stands for "of"
and the T stands for "the".
Thank you, Vanna.
I'd like to buy a vowel now.
President of the United States.
- What about him?
- POTUS.
- That's who you're going to see?
MORRIS:- Yes.
And I need you to stay right here
on this bench until I get back.
Wait a second. You're running off
to see the leader of the free world
and you want me to just sit here
in bird land?
How long do you think
we're looking at here?
AGENT:
It's POTUS, for God's sakes.
My guess, he's got less
than 10 minutes to spend with you.
I'll be back before you know it.
You will not move.
Not so fast, Mr. Loco-Parento.
Money for food and I can go
anywhere I want for half an hour.
No money.
But you can walk around
in this little fenced-in area here.
Ten bucks and five-square blocks.
Not a dime.
Two-square blocks
and for only 15 minutes.
And you have to be back on this bench
when I get back.
And if I find out
you did anything extraordinary
to call attention to yourself,
I will personally open you up
and forget the anesthesia
if you get my drift.
I love you.
No-- Get-- Get your hands off me.
Fifteen minutes.
It's a quarter of now.
I want you back on that bench
at the top of the hour.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES
AND ENGINE STARTS]
WOMAN:
Hi, son.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON HEADPHONES]
Can I help you?
Uh, I think I'd like to send my wife
a dozen white roses.
She loves white roses.
Name, address and phone number
where you want them delivered.
Put your message at the bottom.
It's gonna be $38, Mr
Wiseman.
Huh?
Oh, no, no. Uh, I'm Newman.
She's Wiseman, I'm Newman.
She kept her maiden name.
My name's Newman.
Big bone of contention
in the marriage. Heh, heh.
But what am I gonna do?
I love her.
Oh, wow.
I don't believe it.
Forgot my wallet. Darn.
But I know my Visa number.
- Can you do it without the card?
- No.
You wanna think about that
for a minute?
No.
- I don't understand.
- No. It's a word.
It means uh-uh.
No.
I mean, if I called you
and I ordered the flowers
and I told you my credit card number,
you send them.
- You're right.
- Thank you.
Call it in.
Here's the number.
Can I borrow your telephone?
[CHUCKLES]
Sure. You can borrow the phone.
The only thing is that this
is the only phone we have,
and it's for incoming orders only.
So if you use this phone to call me,
I won't be able to answer it
to speak to you.
TELLER:- Good morning.
- Good morning to you.
[KEYBOARD CLICKING]
Mr. Wiseman.
It's been some time since you've made
any transactions with us.
Yeah, I know. I've been so busy.
If I'm not at work,
I'm just dead to the world.
I'll need to see some photo ID.
You do, huh?
See, that's the thing.
I lost my wallet
while I was waiting for the subway.
Otherwise,
I would've used the ATM.
So you don't have any photo ID?
Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Wiseman,
but without the proper identification--
Look, I'm talking about $40 here.
You have my signature on file, right?
It's a match, right?
All I need is $40.
I, uh, tried to get them to give me
a new license, new everything.
I just need $40 to tie me over.
And it is mine.
Can't you help me?
Julia?
All right.
Sign it again in front of me.
Thank you, Julia.
Did anyone ever tell you
you have very beautiful eyes, Julia?
Only men looking for money.
Mr. Wiseman,
your signature checks out.
Whew.
Thank you.
ROBBER 1:
Ladies and gentlemen.
- There is no need for hysterics.
ROBBER 2:- Move it.
WOMAN 1:- Aah!
ROBBER 1:- This is a robbery.
Now, if you would all head
towards the rear of the bank
my fellow presidents
will show you into the vault.
ROBBER 3: Back of the bank, folks.
Let's go, back of the bank.
Damn, a robbery.
MICHAEL:
I know what you mean.
I had sort of a pressing appointment
myself.
ROBBER 2:- You, move.
ROBBER 1:- People.
The faster you get to the back
of the bank,
the faster you're in that vault.
And the faster you're in that vault,
the faster we're out of here
with our money
and the faster the cops are here
to save you.
Now, let's all be good little citizens
and move quickly and quietly.
Move to the rear of the bank, chief.
ROBBER 2:
Keep going.
ROBBER 3:
Move it.
ROBBER 2:
Move it, people.
No heroics. Move it.
WOMAN 2:- Just stay calm.
ROBBER 1:- All right, folks.
I'm sure I speak for everybody
in my little party
when I say thank you all very much
for your cooperation.
[VAULT DOOR CLANGING]
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Folks.
I'm the bank manager here, and, uh,
first, let me apologize for this.
And second, let me assure you
we're all perfectly safe in here.
There's plenty of air.
And as the, uh, gentleman said,
it's only a matter of time
till the police come in and get us out.
So in the meantime,
I suggest we all just try
to make ourselves comfortable.
Sit on the floor, whatever,
and, uh, it will all be over real soon.
You wouldn't have the time,
would you?
Five after 10.
[MAN 1 GROANS]
[WOMAN GASPS]
MAN 2:
Oh, gosh.
Excuse me, let me through.
Please. I'm a doctor.
MAN 3:- She knows what she's doing.
DOCTOR:- One, two, three, four--
Could you folks move to the back,
please? Give him some air.
Is there anything I can do?
Yeah, open that door.
I need to get him to a hospital.
Three, two
Folks, let's everybody move back
into this area.
Give this fella some privacy.
DOCTOR:
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two, three
BURROWS:
There's no internal release.
We've gotta get him out of here.
BURROWS:
Look, there's bolts all around that door.
When they're engaged,
they go 5 inches into the wall.
Sorry, doc.
BURROWS:
So until help arrives,
sorry, there's just no way
to get out of here.
[GRINDING AND CLANGING]
Is everyone all right?
Who blasted this door open?
MICHAEL: Call an ambulance.
There's a sick man in here.
- What time do you got?
- It's 10:22.
MICHAEL:
Oh, man.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
[SIGHS]
[GROANS]
- Lisa Wiseman?
LISA:- Yeah.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Heh. What--? Wait a second.
Who are these from?
Uh, a secret admirer.
Oh.
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Lady, I'm not allowed
to take these back.
Give them to me.
[DOOR SLAMS]
MORRIS: Fifteen minutes I waited
at that bench for you.
Fifteen minutes.
You know, you yelled at me about this
yesterday.
- All yesterday.
- Well, I'm still furious about it today.
Fifteen minutes.
And then the limo finally shows up,
and we go looking for you.
That was your mistake.
If you had just stayed at the bench--
- If I just what?
- We would've hooked up there,
I would never have made it back
to the flower shop with the money.
And that's another thing.
Sending flowers to your wife?
What were you thinking?
I was thinking
wouldn't it be nice for her to know
that someone out there
remembered her on Valentine's Day?
Wow, what a radical idea.
Flowers on Valentine's Day.
"What will he do next,
send her a card?"
Ooh.
You know what POTUS said to me
yesterday?
POTUS?
That would be the president?
No, I don't believe I was included
in that conversation.
He said,
"Dr. Morris, while I admire the work
that you are doing"
"and believe that it may someday
play a crucial role"
"in our country's security,"
"not everyone shares my opinion."
"The next several weeks,"
"you and your program
will be under review"
"by a top secret committee
at the Pentagon."
"This review will be critical."
"Critical to your program's survival."
You wanna say "critical" again?
Your spit didn't quite hit me
that last time.
I don't think sending flowers
to your widow,
making a spectacle of yourself
in public,
ripping open bank vault doors
in front of civilians
is something the Pentagon
is gonna look kindly upon.
I just don't!
A man was having a heart attack.
A heart attack, for goodness' sake.
What was I supposed to do,
just let him die?
Oh.
You are cold, my friend.
You are glacial.
No.
I'm concerned
about the future of this project.
The future of you.
Well, relax, no harm done.
Nobody was hurt.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
The man's life was saved
and I saved it.
And I don't regret doing it
for a minute.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Yes?
No.
No, there are no televisions here.
Fine.
Bring one over.
What?
Are you sure you told me everything
about what happened yesterday?
Everywhere you went?
Everything you did?
Absolutely.
I think.
- Good morning.
- I'll be the judge of that.
I need your advice.
I opened up this morning.
He was waiting outside the front door
when I got here. He looked so sad.
Yeah, what's up?
He's been sitting at your desk
for 45 minutes
looking like some puppy
who's chewed up somebody's slipper
and feels bad about it.
Did everything go all right
yesterday?
I mean, I know he's a little strange,
but I do not think
you are wasting your time.
We took the liberty
of checking his TRW,
and he is definitely what you would call
a qualified buyer.
He made a pass, right?
A pass? No.
No. He tried to kick a field goal
while my team
was still in the locker room.
Wow. Do you think he's dangerous?
One can only hope.
Relax.
You're not his type.
He's not interested
in anyone that's available.
Separated, divorced, need not apply.
Wow. I've never even heard
of one of those.
Look, I know what you are thinking.
And I would certainly never ask you
to do anything
that makes you uncomfortable.
But in my opinion,
that man is an excellent prospect.
And frankly, Lisa, you could sit
at that desk three weeks
before another qualified buyer
walks in.
[LISA SIGHS]
Okay.
Well, you have got them
completely snowed.
Really?
Mm-hm. My boss wants to give you
a saucer of milk.
So you're not even
a little bit flattered?
No.
Not by what you said last night,
not by what you're saying now,
not by the flowers this morning.
Not by any of it. No.
What flowers?
Oh, please.
- No, I'm serious. What flowers?
- Ugh.
A dozen white roses this morning?
And I suppose you're gonna claim
that you're not my secret admirer.
Secret admirer? Heh.
There's nothing secret about me.
I made an ass out of myself
in front of your whole office.
Besides, who sends white roses?
What?
I love white roses.
My husband always sent--
NEWSWOMAN [ON TV]:
Here's one for the books.
Perhaps you recall
from last night's broadcast
our story of a bank robbery
in lower Manhattan.
A lot of folks laughed
when the bank manager claimed
that he, an ailing customer
and the other hostages
were freed from the vault
they were locked in
by a man with superhuman strength
who pushed the door open.
Well, people stopped laughing today
with the release of this security tape
shot from inside the vault.
Police still hunting for the bandits
are asking for the public's help
and they're hoping
you'll give them a call.
NEWSMAN [ON TV]: Thanks, Deb.
In sports, the Knicks took--
[STATICON TV]
The good news is the bank's
video surveillance system
was designed
so it only began recording
when pressure was applied
to the door.
And since it was built
to videotape people
breaking into the vault, not out of it,
it appears that there's no image
of your face on the tape.
Honestly, I'm sorry.
The bad news is the image of you,
your back to the camera,
your body pressing against that door
as it cracks open
is on the front page
of virtually every newspaper
of the country.
Okay, so, what do we do?
There's gotta be something
we can do.
We?
Did I hear you say "we"?
- I meant--
- Did we do this?
I don't think so.
I don't think you were thinking
about me or this project
when you decided to imitate
Conan the Barbarian
in front of that security camera.
We are under financial review
by the Pentagon, Mr. Wiseman.
And we are hanging on by a thread.
All right, enough!
Kill me now
because it would be preferable to this.
Don't tempt me, Valentine Boy.
Don't tempt me.
The good news is,
if we're careful, if we're smart,
it will blow over.
Eventually.
Really? You think so?
Again, eventually.
Every day there's new news.
Planes fall out of the sky,
and we never figure out why.
World leaders behave badly,
and we pretend not to notice.
There's a videotape
of an unidentified man pushing open
a 5-ton vault door in Manhattan,
and no one has an explanation.
The trick is, we've gotta keep
that man unidentified.
And we have to do it
until we get our funding renewed.
Okay. How do we do that?
From this moment forward,
Mr. Wiseman,
until such time as I receive word
that our funding for next year
is in place,
you will not leave this townhouse
under any circumstances.
Okay.
Sure.
And not only that.
I, or someone under my command,
will be with you
every minute of every day.
Are you clear?
Absolutely, I'm clear.
I'm totally clear.
Good.
Heather!
I'm home.
[LISA SCOFFS]
Sorry, fella, you're out of luck.
Ah.
LISA: No, the thing is, that I had
no idea who sent the flowers.
And I would really like to thank
the person--
But I--
Right.
He paid cash.
So for all you know, he could be
named Secret Admirer. Heh.
Well, thank you very much.
Excuse me?
Well-- Yes.
Yes,
I would love to speak to the person
who actually sold the flowers.
Hi. Um
I'm Lisa Wiseman,
and I'm very sorry to bother you,
but I was just wondering
if you happen to remember--
You do?
Great. Heh.
My husband?
He said he was my husband?
I see.
And you remember
because his last name was different,
but he said he was my husband.
Heh.
Well, um, do you remember
what last name he used?
Oh.
You think it might have been--?
Redford?
No. No, that doesn't ring a bell.
I'm just curious.
Do you remember
what he looked like?
He looked like a guy named Redford.
Heh.
Of course.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
MAN [OVER PHONE]:
Hello. I'm sorry to be calling so late.
I wonder if I could possibly speak
to Mr. Wiseman.
[SIGHS]
Who is this? What time is it?
BURROWS: It's a little after 11.
My name's Mr. Burrows.
I'm the manager
of the downtown branch of your bank.
Is Mr. Wiseman there?
No. No, he's not. Can I help you?
Well, according to one of the tellers
in my bank,
he withdrew some money yesterday
shortly before a robbery
that took place in my branch.
Something's happened during
the robbery I can't make sense of
and I thought
if I could just speak with him--
Mr. Burrows,
my husband passed away,
over a year ago.
Excuse me?
LISA:
My husband is dead, Mr. Burrows.
So whoever it was
you think made that withdrawal,
I can assure you
that it was not my husband.
MR. BURROWS:
But his signature matched perfectly.
I can't believe I just said that.
Please accept my apologies,
Mrs. Wiseman.
I'm sure it's just some kind
of a mistake.
I promise
you first thing tomorrow morning
I'll restore whatever monies
are missing from your account.
[SIGHS]
Well, I would appreciate that,
Mr. Burrows.
You wanna tell me about it?
Huh?
Tell what?
Whatever it is
that's preoccupying you.
Oh, come on,
don't pretend that you care.
It will destroy
whatever chemistry we have.
Well, for you, I'm willing to risk it.
[LISA CHUCKLES]
What's on your mind?
[CHUCKLES]
Do you remember the flowers
that I accused you of sending me?
Well, it turns out
that my secret admirer
is a man named Redford,
and I don't know a man
named Redford.
Wow. You got Robert Redford
sending you flowers.
- I don't stand a chance.
- Very funny.
And it turns out that someone
is using my husband's name
to withdraw money
from my checking account.
That would be Paul Newman,
I'm guessing.
Right. Right, Redford and Newman.
Oh, wow.
Mr. Newman.
I never thought of him. Huh.
I am sorry to make you
come back here with me,
but Carla's got
some early morning showings
and she needs these keys.
Now, if I can just find them.
I get the distinct feeling
I've spent this entire day
sharing you with someone else.
I'm sorry, did you say something?
You're still distracted.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I'm hanging on your every word.
Heh.
Okay, great.
You know those five houses
we looked at today?
I think I wanna buy all of them.
Could I just bounce a theory
off of you?
The IRS,
now, they would have
my husband's signature on file, right?
I mean, all those years
of signed tax returns?
Now, why that man would wanna get
money out of my bank account,
I don't know.
Or why he would be
sending me flowers for that matter,
I don't know.
All I know is every time
something like this happens,
Mr. Newman is somehow connected.
Here they are.
So I am starting to think
that maybe this is somehow
connected to Michael.
Like, maybe he knew him.
Because that's feeling that I get
every time he's around,
that he knows things about me,
about my daughter.
This whole thing
makes me feel so powerless.
[CHUCKLING]
What's so funny?
- You. Powerless.
- Mm-hm.
Check me on this.
But aren't you the lady who told me
to blow it out my butt
when you realized
my intentions were
- what they were?
- What does that have to do with this?
This guy obviously has you spooked,
and maybe more.
I just find it difficult to believe
that a woman of your obvious strength
can't find a way
to pick up the phone and say--
Told you, don't have his number.
I just can't seem to get that number.
All right then,
go over to his place and say,
"Hey, are you the man
who did this, this and this?"
"And if you did, why?"
"And if you don't stop"
Assuming you want him to stop.
Of course I want him to stop.
Good.
Hi. It's Mom.
Why don't you go ahead
and order a pizza?
I have to run into New York.
Right.
I will keep the cell on.
Would you mind
if I called you at home later?
Just to see how it went.
See if you're okay.
Didn't I already warn you
about our chemistry?
Yes. Call.
[DOOR CLOSES]
MORRIS:
It's all yours.
[MICHAEL CLEARS THROAT]
So, what you reading?
Mr. Wiseman, the purpose of my
being here at this hour of the night
is not to provide you
with conversation or companionship.
Never mind, my mistake.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
Now what?
[DOORBELL
CONTINUES BUZZING]
Sounds like maybe
we have a visitor.
[MICHAEL SIGHS]
Hello? Who is it?
Mr. Newman.
It's Lisa Wiseman.
And I know it's late,
but I was just wondering
if I could talk to you.
Listen, uh,
right now is not a good time for me.
Maybe some other time.
I'd love to speak with you,
but maybe some other time.
Well, when will that other time be,
Mr. Newman?
I mean, you know where I live.
You've been to my house,
you know how far I have come.
Do you wanna give me
your phone number?
Would you like
to set an appointment,
because I really do need
to speak to you, Mr. Newman.
Actually, I was thinking like a month.
Right now, these next few weeks,
it's crazy.
I don't know,
but maybe in a month, six weeks.
A month or six weeks.
No. Mr. Newman,
I really need to talk to you.
I'm sorry, it's the best I can do.
That's the best you can do?
[BUZZING]
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I'm not going away.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to do.
I'm just sorry.
LISA:
Mr. Newman.
Are you really sorry for what's
happened here, Mr. Wiseman?
Because I think I know a way
you can prove it.
- What are you talking about?
LISA:- Mr. Newman.
I'm talking
about letting your wife in here.
I don't understand.
Why would you do that?
So that you can tell her
once and for all
that you never wanna see her again.
That if she ever comes near here
or near you,
you will have her arrested.
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I have questions.
Let's be done with it, Mr. Wiseman.
Just like we should have been
from the start.
LISA: At least have the decency
to open the door.
MORRIS:
If we let her keep this up,
she's gonna draw attention
out there.
Maybe even the police.
LISA:
Mr. Newman.
I'm not going away.
I'm gonna give you the code
to the door
and I'm gonna hide in the closet
so I can hear what you're saying.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I need to speak to you.
Mr. Newman?
[BANGING ON DOOR
CONTINUES]
Oh, Mr. Wiseman.
If you run,
if the two of you run,
I will kill you both.
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I'm not going away.
So this is where I live.
I know.
I've actually been here before.
Who's your decorator? Kafka?
MICHAEL: So, what is it
I can do for you, Mrs. Wiseman?
I, uh, received some flowers
on Valentine's Day.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. White roses?
Okay.
Do you know anything about that?
No.
[LISA SCOFFS]
Did you like them?
What?
Well, I don't know.
You came all the way over here
to talk about them.
I don't want the trip
to be a complete waste.
I mean,
I don't know anything about them,
but now that you brought them up,
I would be curious
to know what you, uh,
thought of them.
Uh--
Not that I sent them,
because I didn't.
You forged my husband's signature,
didn't you?
Forged? No.
Forged.
Yes. You're the one who's been going
into my bank account
- and stealing from me, aren't you?
- Stealing? No.
Stealing, yes.
What is this, a game with you?
You go into your files,
you find out things about people
and mess with their heads?
Look, I don't have any files.
I didn't buy you flowers
and I didn't steal $40
from your bank account.
Who said it was $40?
I want you to hear me, Mr. Newman.
I want you to hear me
loud and clear.
I know who you are.
I know where you live.
You so much as think about me
or my daughter,
I will report you to the authorities.
I have witnesses now.
The girl in the flower shop,
the bank manager,
they can identify you.
I want you out of my life,
Mr. Newman.
I want you out of my head.
You hear me?
I'll let myself out.
[FOOTSTEPS]
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
MORRIS: Well, not exactly
the scene I had imagined,
but one could hardly quibble
with the result.
Now, if we can only get you
off the front page.
I don't understand.
What is that you want me to do?
I know what I saw.
Ho-ho, my, yes, everybody in the
world knows what you saw.
You tell us every chance you get.
Television, radio, newspapers.
But let me just be clear,
as regards to the matter
of repairing your vault,
Grand Empire does not pay
because a superhuman man
happened to push the door open
while it was locked.
Now, if there had been
some small unreported earthquake
which might have contributed to this,
then we would pay.
Or if it turned out there was some
structural damage in the wall
which had gone unnoticed until now,
then we would pay.
Heh. Really.
We want to pay your bank.
All 1,400 branches of it
is a huge customer of ours.
But we can't set the precedent
of paying off
because, uh, Captain America
dropped by
and was a little rough
with the furniture.
[ROGER CHUCKLES]
I'll let you think about it.
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.
NARRATOR:
Before on Now and Again:
- Can I help you?
- I certainly hope so.
I'm looking for a house.
This is my second day on the job.
And that you are absolutely
the very first person
that I had taken out to see a house.
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.
[CHATTERING]
[SLOW PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]
- Oh, this is intriguing.
- Hmm?
- Old.
- Mm-hm.
- I like old.
- Great.
- I've got a lot of old.
- Good.
Not for me.
Ooh, not for me.
So how does your husband feel
about you having dinner
with a client in New York?
Must be a very well-adjusted fella.
My, uh, second wife
was an attorney.
And the more she would assure me
that her dinner meetings
were strictly business,
the more I would just think that
[SIGHS]
This can't possibly be as nice
as this picture makes it look.
- You didn't answer my question.
- Heh.
Well, to be completely honest,
I'm not really that familiar
with this piece of property.
Well, that's nice.
I'm trying to ask you in a clever way
about your husband.
This game isn't going to work
if you force me to play it alone.
I'm a widow.
Oh.
Uh
I saw the ring.
Well, I haven't been able
to bring myself to take it off.
No, no, I-- Heh.
You shouldn't have to. Why?
So jerks like me will know
whether or not to try and pick you up?
[CHUCKLES]
You didn't know?
No.
You thought I was married?
Yep.
I am so confused.
I like married women.
I've had great luck
with married women.
Married women
Not all married women, mind you,
but--
Married women
with a little bit of an itch.
They're not that different
from someone like me.
They don't wanna get caught.
They don't want complications.
They just want to hook up
with someone
Uh
Pleasant.
Yeah.
I really have to go.
I really have to go wash.
Wash?
Yeah.
I have to go wash with a wire brush.
MAN:
Taxi!
[MAN WHISTLES]
- Say, Lisa, stop!
- Ugh.
I still wanna buy a house.
Just blow it out your--
MICHAEL: This is a very strange place
to have a top secret meeting.
Not really.
Sometimes the safest place
to discuss the most sensitive subjects
are out in the open.
Mr. Wiseman.
Why are you staring at the pigeons?
I'm jealous.
That bread looks awfully good to me.
AGENT:
Dr. Morris?
Yes?
I was asked to make contact
with you.
Thanks for meeting here
on such short notice.
You know why I'm here?
Well, obviously I know my budget
is coming up for review.
I assume it has something
to do with that.
What?
POTUS wants to talk to you.
POTUS himself?
- When?
- Now.
Shall we?
[MICHAEL CLEARING THROAT]
Don't you remember?
Mom said you can't go anywhere
with your friends today.
You have to babysit me.
Is this man with you?
No one told you
that I would be bringing someone?
With all due respect, Dr. Morris,
this isn't a high school dance.
This is POTUS.
I was told to bring you, and only you.
I just need a minute.
Mr. Wiseman, there's been
some sort of miscommunication.
You're telling me.
This guy's acting
like I'm not even here.
And by the way, what's a POTUS?
What?
The O stands for "of"
and the T stands for "the".
Thank you, Vanna.
I'd like to buy a vowel now.
President of the United States.
- What about him?
- POTUS.
- That's who you're going to see?
MORRIS:- Yes.
And I need you to stay right here
on this bench until I get back.
Wait a second. You're running off
to see the leader of the free world
and you want me to just sit here
in bird land?
How long do you think
we're looking at here?
AGENT:
It's POTUS, for God's sakes.
My guess, he's got less
than 10 minutes to spend with you.
I'll be back before you know it.
You will not move.
Not so fast, Mr. Loco-Parento.
Money for food and I can go
anywhere I want for half an hour.
No money.
But you can walk around
in this little fenced-in area here.
Ten bucks and five-square blocks.
Not a dime.
Two-square blocks
and for only 15 minutes.
And you have to be back on this bench
when I get back.
And if I find out
you did anything extraordinary
to call attention to yourself,
I will personally open you up
and forget the anesthesia
if you get my drift.
I love you.
No-- Get-- Get your hands off me.
Fifteen minutes.
It's a quarter of now.
I want you back on that bench
at the top of the hour.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES
AND ENGINE STARTS]
WOMAN:
Hi, son.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON HEADPHONES]
Can I help you?
Uh, I think I'd like to send my wife
a dozen white roses.
She loves white roses.
Name, address and phone number
where you want them delivered.
Put your message at the bottom.
It's gonna be $38, Mr
Wiseman.
Huh?
Oh, no, no. Uh, I'm Newman.
She's Wiseman, I'm Newman.
She kept her maiden name.
My name's Newman.
Big bone of contention
in the marriage. Heh, heh.
But what am I gonna do?
I love her.
Oh, wow.
I don't believe it.
Forgot my wallet. Darn.
But I know my Visa number.
- Can you do it without the card?
- No.
You wanna think about that
for a minute?
No.
- I don't understand.
- No. It's a word.
It means uh-uh.
No.
I mean, if I called you
and I ordered the flowers
and I told you my credit card number,
you send them.
- You're right.
- Thank you.
Call it in.
Here's the number.
Can I borrow your telephone?
[CHUCKLES]
Sure. You can borrow the phone.
The only thing is that this
is the only phone we have,
and it's for incoming orders only.
So if you use this phone to call me,
I won't be able to answer it
to speak to you.
TELLER:- Good morning.
- Good morning to you.
[KEYBOARD CLICKING]
Mr. Wiseman.
It's been some time since you've made
any transactions with us.
Yeah, I know. I've been so busy.
If I'm not at work,
I'm just dead to the world.
I'll need to see some photo ID.
You do, huh?
See, that's the thing.
I lost my wallet
while I was waiting for the subway.
Otherwise,
I would've used the ATM.
So you don't have any photo ID?
Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Wiseman,
but without the proper identification--
Look, I'm talking about $40 here.
You have my signature on file, right?
It's a match, right?
All I need is $40.
I, uh, tried to get them to give me
a new license, new everything.
I just need $40 to tie me over.
And it is mine.
Can't you help me?
Julia?
All right.
Sign it again in front of me.
Thank you, Julia.
Did anyone ever tell you
you have very beautiful eyes, Julia?
Only men looking for money.
Mr. Wiseman,
your signature checks out.
Whew.
Thank you.
ROBBER 1:
Ladies and gentlemen.
- There is no need for hysterics.
ROBBER 2:- Move it.
WOMAN 1:- Aah!
ROBBER 1:- This is a robbery.
Now, if you would all head
towards the rear of the bank
my fellow presidents
will show you into the vault.
ROBBER 3: Back of the bank, folks.
Let's go, back of the bank.
Damn, a robbery.
MICHAEL:
I know what you mean.
I had sort of a pressing appointment
myself.
ROBBER 2:- You, move.
ROBBER 1:- People.
The faster you get to the back
of the bank,
the faster you're in that vault.
And the faster you're in that vault,
the faster we're out of here
with our money
and the faster the cops are here
to save you.
Now, let's all be good little citizens
and move quickly and quietly.
Move to the rear of the bank, chief.
ROBBER 2:
Keep going.
ROBBER 3:
Move it.
ROBBER 2:
Move it, people.
No heroics. Move it.
WOMAN 2:- Just stay calm.
ROBBER 1:- All right, folks.
I'm sure I speak for everybody
in my little party
when I say thank you all very much
for your cooperation.
[VAULT DOOR CLANGING]
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Folks.
I'm the bank manager here, and, uh,
first, let me apologize for this.
And second, let me assure you
we're all perfectly safe in here.
There's plenty of air.
And as the, uh, gentleman said,
it's only a matter of time
till the police come in and get us out.
So in the meantime,
I suggest we all just try
to make ourselves comfortable.
Sit on the floor, whatever,
and, uh, it will all be over real soon.
You wouldn't have the time,
would you?
Five after 10.
[MAN 1 GROANS]
[WOMAN GASPS]
MAN 2:
Oh, gosh.
Excuse me, let me through.
Please. I'm a doctor.
MAN 3:- She knows what she's doing.
DOCTOR:- One, two, three, four--
Could you folks move to the back,
please? Give him some air.
Is there anything I can do?
Yeah, open that door.
I need to get him to a hospital.
Three, two
Folks, let's everybody move back
into this area.
Give this fella some privacy.
DOCTOR:
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two, three
BURROWS:
There's no internal release.
We've gotta get him out of here.
BURROWS:
Look, there's bolts all around that door.
When they're engaged,
they go 5 inches into the wall.
Sorry, doc.
BURROWS:
So until help arrives,
sorry, there's just no way
to get out of here.
[GRINDING AND CLANGING]
Is everyone all right?
Who blasted this door open?
MICHAEL: Call an ambulance.
There's a sick man in here.
- What time do you got?
- It's 10:22.
MICHAEL:
Oh, man.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
[SIGHS]
[GROANS]
- Lisa Wiseman?
LISA:- Yeah.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Heh. What--? Wait a second.
Who are these from?
Uh, a secret admirer.
Oh.
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Lady, I'm not allowed
to take these back.
Give them to me.
[DOOR SLAMS]
MORRIS: Fifteen minutes I waited
at that bench for you.
Fifteen minutes.
You know, you yelled at me about this
yesterday.
- All yesterday.
- Well, I'm still furious about it today.
Fifteen minutes.
And then the limo finally shows up,
and we go looking for you.
That was your mistake.
If you had just stayed at the bench--
- If I just what?
- We would've hooked up there,
I would never have made it back
to the flower shop with the money.
And that's another thing.
Sending flowers to your wife?
What were you thinking?
I was thinking
wouldn't it be nice for her to know
that someone out there
remembered her on Valentine's Day?
Wow, what a radical idea.
Flowers on Valentine's Day.
"What will he do next,
send her a card?"
Ooh.
You know what POTUS said to me
yesterday?
POTUS?
That would be the president?
No, I don't believe I was included
in that conversation.
He said,
"Dr. Morris, while I admire the work
that you are doing"
"and believe that it may someday
play a crucial role"
"in our country's security,"
"not everyone shares my opinion."
"The next several weeks,"
"you and your program
will be under review"
"by a top secret committee
at the Pentagon."
"This review will be critical."
"Critical to your program's survival."
You wanna say "critical" again?
Your spit didn't quite hit me
that last time.
I don't think sending flowers
to your widow,
making a spectacle of yourself
in public,
ripping open bank vault doors
in front of civilians
is something the Pentagon
is gonna look kindly upon.
I just don't!
A man was having a heart attack.
A heart attack, for goodness' sake.
What was I supposed to do,
just let him die?
Oh.
You are cold, my friend.
You are glacial.
No.
I'm concerned
about the future of this project.
The future of you.
Well, relax, no harm done.
Nobody was hurt.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
The man's life was saved
and I saved it.
And I don't regret doing it
for a minute.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Yes?
No.
No, there are no televisions here.
Fine.
Bring one over.
What?
Are you sure you told me everything
about what happened yesterday?
Everywhere you went?
Everything you did?
Absolutely.
I think.
- Good morning.
- I'll be the judge of that.
I need your advice.
I opened up this morning.
He was waiting outside the front door
when I got here. He looked so sad.
Yeah, what's up?
He's been sitting at your desk
for 45 minutes
looking like some puppy
who's chewed up somebody's slipper
and feels bad about it.
Did everything go all right
yesterday?
I mean, I know he's a little strange,
but I do not think
you are wasting your time.
We took the liberty
of checking his TRW,
and he is definitely what you would call
a qualified buyer.
He made a pass, right?
A pass? No.
No. He tried to kick a field goal
while my team
was still in the locker room.
Wow. Do you think he's dangerous?
One can only hope.
Relax.
You're not his type.
He's not interested
in anyone that's available.
Separated, divorced, need not apply.
Wow. I've never even heard
of one of those.
Look, I know what you are thinking.
And I would certainly never ask you
to do anything
that makes you uncomfortable.
But in my opinion,
that man is an excellent prospect.
And frankly, Lisa, you could sit
at that desk three weeks
before another qualified buyer
walks in.
[LISA SIGHS]
Okay.
Well, you have got them
completely snowed.
Really?
Mm-hm. My boss wants to give you
a saucer of milk.
So you're not even
a little bit flattered?
No.
Not by what you said last night,
not by what you're saying now,
not by the flowers this morning.
Not by any of it. No.
What flowers?
Oh, please.
- No, I'm serious. What flowers?
- Ugh.
A dozen white roses this morning?
And I suppose you're gonna claim
that you're not my secret admirer.
Secret admirer? Heh.
There's nothing secret about me.
I made an ass out of myself
in front of your whole office.
Besides, who sends white roses?
What?
I love white roses.
My husband always sent--
NEWSWOMAN [ON TV]:
Here's one for the books.
Perhaps you recall
from last night's broadcast
our story of a bank robbery
in lower Manhattan.
A lot of folks laughed
when the bank manager claimed
that he, an ailing customer
and the other hostages
were freed from the vault
they were locked in
by a man with superhuman strength
who pushed the door open.
Well, people stopped laughing today
with the release of this security tape
shot from inside the vault.
Police still hunting for the bandits
are asking for the public's help
and they're hoping
you'll give them a call.
NEWSMAN [ON TV]: Thanks, Deb.
In sports, the Knicks took--
[STATICON TV]
The good news is the bank's
video surveillance system
was designed
so it only began recording
when pressure was applied
to the door.
And since it was built
to videotape people
breaking into the vault, not out of it,
it appears that there's no image
of your face on the tape.
Honestly, I'm sorry.
The bad news is the image of you,
your back to the camera,
your body pressing against that door
as it cracks open
is on the front page
of virtually every newspaper
of the country.
Okay, so, what do we do?
There's gotta be something
we can do.
We?
Did I hear you say "we"?
- I meant--
- Did we do this?
I don't think so.
I don't think you were thinking
about me or this project
when you decided to imitate
Conan the Barbarian
in front of that security camera.
We are under financial review
by the Pentagon, Mr. Wiseman.
And we are hanging on by a thread.
All right, enough!
Kill me now
because it would be preferable to this.
Don't tempt me, Valentine Boy.
Don't tempt me.
The good news is,
if we're careful, if we're smart,
it will blow over.
Eventually.
Really? You think so?
Again, eventually.
Every day there's new news.
Planes fall out of the sky,
and we never figure out why.
World leaders behave badly,
and we pretend not to notice.
There's a videotape
of an unidentified man pushing open
a 5-ton vault door in Manhattan,
and no one has an explanation.
The trick is, we've gotta keep
that man unidentified.
And we have to do it
until we get our funding renewed.
Okay. How do we do that?
From this moment forward,
Mr. Wiseman,
until such time as I receive word
that our funding for next year
is in place,
you will not leave this townhouse
under any circumstances.
Okay.
Sure.
And not only that.
I, or someone under my command,
will be with you
every minute of every day.
Are you clear?
Absolutely, I'm clear.
I'm totally clear.
Good.
Heather!
I'm home.
[LISA SCOFFS]
Sorry, fella, you're out of luck.
Ah.
LISA: No, the thing is, that I had
no idea who sent the flowers.
And I would really like to thank
the person--
But I--
Right.
He paid cash.
So for all you know, he could be
named Secret Admirer. Heh.
Well, thank you very much.
Excuse me?
Well-- Yes.
Yes,
I would love to speak to the person
who actually sold the flowers.
Hi. Um
I'm Lisa Wiseman,
and I'm very sorry to bother you,
but I was just wondering
if you happen to remember--
You do?
Great. Heh.
My husband?
He said he was my husband?
I see.
And you remember
because his last name was different,
but he said he was my husband.
Heh.
Well, um, do you remember
what last name he used?
Oh.
You think it might have been--?
Redford?
No. No, that doesn't ring a bell.
I'm just curious.
Do you remember
what he looked like?
He looked like a guy named Redford.
Heh.
Of course.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
MAN [OVER PHONE]:
Hello. I'm sorry to be calling so late.
I wonder if I could possibly speak
to Mr. Wiseman.
[SIGHS]
Who is this? What time is it?
BURROWS: It's a little after 11.
My name's Mr. Burrows.
I'm the manager
of the downtown branch of your bank.
Is Mr. Wiseman there?
No. No, he's not. Can I help you?
Well, according to one of the tellers
in my bank,
he withdrew some money yesterday
shortly before a robbery
that took place in my branch.
Something's happened during
the robbery I can't make sense of
and I thought
if I could just speak with him--
Mr. Burrows,
my husband passed away,
over a year ago.
Excuse me?
LISA:
My husband is dead, Mr. Burrows.
So whoever it was
you think made that withdrawal,
I can assure you
that it was not my husband.
MR. BURROWS:
But his signature matched perfectly.
I can't believe I just said that.
Please accept my apologies,
Mrs. Wiseman.
I'm sure it's just some kind
of a mistake.
I promise
you first thing tomorrow morning
I'll restore whatever monies
are missing from your account.
[SIGHS]
Well, I would appreciate that,
Mr. Burrows.
You wanna tell me about it?
Huh?
Tell what?
Whatever it is
that's preoccupying you.
Oh, come on,
don't pretend that you care.
It will destroy
whatever chemistry we have.
Well, for you, I'm willing to risk it.
[LISA CHUCKLES]
What's on your mind?
[CHUCKLES]
Do you remember the flowers
that I accused you of sending me?
Well, it turns out
that my secret admirer
is a man named Redford,
and I don't know a man
named Redford.
Wow. You got Robert Redford
sending you flowers.
- I don't stand a chance.
- Very funny.
And it turns out that someone
is using my husband's name
to withdraw money
from my checking account.
That would be Paul Newman,
I'm guessing.
Right. Right, Redford and Newman.
Oh, wow.
Mr. Newman.
I never thought of him. Huh.
I am sorry to make you
come back here with me,
but Carla's got
some early morning showings
and she needs these keys.
Now, if I can just find them.
I get the distinct feeling
I've spent this entire day
sharing you with someone else.
I'm sorry, did you say something?
You're still distracted.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I'm hanging on your every word.
Heh.
Okay, great.
You know those five houses
we looked at today?
I think I wanna buy all of them.
Could I just bounce a theory
off of you?
The IRS,
now, they would have
my husband's signature on file, right?
I mean, all those years
of signed tax returns?
Now, why that man would wanna get
money out of my bank account,
I don't know.
Or why he would be
sending me flowers for that matter,
I don't know.
All I know is every time
something like this happens,
Mr. Newman is somehow connected.
Here they are.
So I am starting to think
that maybe this is somehow
connected to Michael.
Like, maybe he knew him.
Because that's feeling that I get
every time he's around,
that he knows things about me,
about my daughter.
This whole thing
makes me feel so powerless.
[CHUCKLING]
What's so funny?
- You. Powerless.
- Mm-hm.
Check me on this.
But aren't you the lady who told me
to blow it out my butt
when you realized
my intentions were
- what they were?
- What does that have to do with this?
This guy obviously has you spooked,
and maybe more.
I just find it difficult to believe
that a woman of your obvious strength
can't find a way
to pick up the phone and say--
Told you, don't have his number.
I just can't seem to get that number.
All right then,
go over to his place and say,
"Hey, are you the man
who did this, this and this?"
"And if you did, why?"
"And if you don't stop"
Assuming you want him to stop.
Of course I want him to stop.
Good.
Hi. It's Mom.
Why don't you go ahead
and order a pizza?
I have to run into New York.
Right.
I will keep the cell on.
Would you mind
if I called you at home later?
Just to see how it went.
See if you're okay.
Didn't I already warn you
about our chemistry?
Yes. Call.
[DOOR CLOSES]
MORRIS:
It's all yours.
[MICHAEL CLEARS THROAT]
So, what you reading?
Mr. Wiseman, the purpose of my
being here at this hour of the night
is not to provide you
with conversation or companionship.
Never mind, my mistake.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
Now what?
[DOORBELL
CONTINUES BUZZING]
Sounds like maybe
we have a visitor.
[MICHAEL SIGHS]
Hello? Who is it?
Mr. Newman.
It's Lisa Wiseman.
And I know it's late,
but I was just wondering
if I could talk to you.
Listen, uh,
right now is not a good time for me.
Maybe some other time.
I'd love to speak with you,
but maybe some other time.
Well, when will that other time be,
Mr. Newman?
I mean, you know where I live.
You've been to my house,
you know how far I have come.
Do you wanna give me
your phone number?
Would you like
to set an appointment,
because I really do need
to speak to you, Mr. Newman.
Actually, I was thinking like a month.
Right now, these next few weeks,
it's crazy.
I don't know,
but maybe in a month, six weeks.
A month or six weeks.
No. Mr. Newman,
I really need to talk to you.
I'm sorry, it's the best I can do.
That's the best you can do?
[BUZZING]
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I'm not going away.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to do.
I'm just sorry.
LISA:
Mr. Newman.
Are you really sorry for what's
happened here, Mr. Wiseman?
Because I think I know a way
you can prove it.
- What are you talking about?
LISA:- Mr. Newman.
I'm talking
about letting your wife in here.
I don't understand.
Why would you do that?
So that you can tell her
once and for all
that you never wanna see her again.
That if she ever comes near here
or near you,
you will have her arrested.
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I have questions.
Let's be done with it, Mr. Wiseman.
Just like we should have been
from the start.
LISA: At least have the decency
to open the door.
MORRIS:
If we let her keep this up,
she's gonna draw attention
out there.
Maybe even the police.
LISA:
Mr. Newman.
I'm not going away.
I'm gonna give you the code
to the door
and I'm gonna hide in the closet
so I can hear what you're saying.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I need to speak to you.
Mr. Newman?
[BANGING ON DOOR
CONTINUES]
Oh, Mr. Wiseman.
If you run,
if the two of you run,
I will kill you both.
LISA:
Mr. Newman, I'm not going away.
So this is where I live.
I know.
I've actually been here before.
Who's your decorator? Kafka?
MICHAEL: So, what is it
I can do for you, Mrs. Wiseman?
I, uh, received some flowers
on Valentine's Day.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. White roses?
Okay.
Do you know anything about that?
No.
[LISA SCOFFS]
Did you like them?
What?
Well, I don't know.
You came all the way over here
to talk about them.
I don't want the trip
to be a complete waste.
I mean,
I don't know anything about them,
but now that you brought them up,
I would be curious
to know what you, uh,
thought of them.
Uh--
Not that I sent them,
because I didn't.
You forged my husband's signature,
didn't you?
Forged? No.
Forged.
Yes. You're the one who's been going
into my bank account
- and stealing from me, aren't you?
- Stealing? No.
Stealing, yes.
What is this, a game with you?
You go into your files,
you find out things about people
and mess with their heads?
Look, I don't have any files.
I didn't buy you flowers
and I didn't steal $40
from your bank account.
Who said it was $40?
I want you to hear me, Mr. Newman.
I want you to hear me
loud and clear.
I know who you are.
I know where you live.
You so much as think about me
or my daughter,
I will report you to the authorities.
I have witnesses now.
The girl in the flower shop,
the bank manager,
they can identify you.
I want you out of my life,
Mr. Newman.
I want you out of my head.
You hear me?
I'll let myself out.
[FOOTSTEPS]
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
MORRIS: Well, not exactly
the scene I had imagined,
but one could hardly quibble
with the result.
Now, if we can only get you
off the front page.
I don't understand.
What is that you want me to do?
I know what I saw.
Ho-ho, my, yes, everybody in the
world knows what you saw.
You tell us every chance you get.
Television, radio, newspapers.
But let me just be clear,
as regards to the matter
of repairing your vault,
Grand Empire does not pay
because a superhuman man
happened to push the door open
while it was locked.
Now, if there had been
some small unreported earthquake
which might have contributed to this,
then we would pay.
Or if it turned out there was some
structural damage in the wall
which had gone unnoticed until now,
then we would pay.
Heh. Really.
We want to pay your bank.
All 1,400 branches of it
is a huge customer of ours.
But we can't set the precedent
of paying off
because, uh, Captain America
dropped by
and was a little rough
with the furniture.
[ROGER CHUCKLES]
I'll let you think about it.