#410 Run, Gary, Run Trascript

410 "Run, Gary, Run"
(Original Air Date: December 18, 1999)

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[~ In suit shop ~]

MAN:
I have one word for you -- Armani.

MARISSA:
I don't think Emmett is the Armani kind of guy. Um, can we just wait for my friend to get here?

MAN:
Oh, does your friend know Armani?

[~ Enter Gary wearing jeans and plaid shirt ~]

GARY:
Marissa? Oh.

MAN:
That would be a no.

MARISSA:
Gary, you're 30 minutes late.

GARY:
Oh, gee, was it that long?

MAN:
Longer.

MARISSA:
Was it something with the paper?

GARY:
There was a 50% off sale at the shoe barn, and you know how I like that place. They have tennis shoes and basketball shoes.

MARISSA:
You had me waiting here for half an hour so that you could buy a pair of sneakers?

GARY:
Well, it was half price. Look, why don't we pick out a jacket?

MARISSA:
All right. What's this one like?

GARY:
Uh... Black.

MARISSA:
That's it? Black?

GARY:
Dark black.

MARISSA:
What about this one?

GARY:
That's, uh, light black.

MAN:
Oh, I can see why you wanted to wait for him.

MARISSA:
Gary, this is a very important birthday present. Can you help me out here?

GARY:
Well, I'm trying. You asked about this one, and I --uh-oh.

MAN:
Is there a problem?

GARY:
Marissa?

MARISSA:
What now?

GARY:
The paper.

MARISSA:
What?

GARY:
The paper.

MARISSA:
Gary --

GARY:
Look, I swear, I'm telling you the truth. I got the -- you know what? I think this one's going to look very nice on him. That's it -- and I'll talk to you later. I'll talk to you soon.

[~ Exit Gary ~]

MAN:
[ sighs ] men.

[ cue opening theme and commercials ]

[~ McGinty's. Marissa on the phone with her Mother ~]

MARISSA:
I know I need to talk to him. Sometimes he's very reliable -- once in a while. Occasionally. He's just got a lot on his mind, mom. You know, it's kind of hard to explain. Sometimes I just get so frustrated. He makes offers, but he doesn't always follow through. Dad was like that, too? Really? Are all men unreliable?

[~ Gary, who has heard the last part of Marissa's conversation, makes his presence known ~]

GARY:
Hello.

MARISSA:
I'll call you back.

GARY:
Who were you talking to?

MARISSA:
My mother.

GARY:
You were discussing me with your mother?

MARISSA:
Among other things.

GARY:
Ah. Look, you're still mad, aren't you?

MARISSA:
Nope.

GARY:
Uh-huh.

MARISSA:
Gary, you promised you'd help me buy a jacket for Emmett, and you flaked.

GARY:
I didn't flake. I was late.

MARISSA:
Because you were out shopping for shoes?

GARY:
My old tennis shoes were ruined. I needed a new pair.

MARISSA:
Never mind.

[~ Marissa heads off to kitchen ~]

GARY:
Marissa... Look, Marissa -- look, just because I screwed up on the jacket, that does not mean I'm unreliable.

MARISSA:
Did you pay the parking tickets on the McGinty's van?

GARY:
I'm going to.

MARISSA:
Did you send the payroll taxes certified like I asked you to?

GARY:
Well, I had them with me and I ran into a problem...

MARISSA:
I rest my case.

GARY:
Look, I'm going to send the taxes off certified. I swear on my life.

MARISSA:
Gary, look, I don't want to sound petty. But if those payroll taxes aren't paid, that's a big penalty.

GARY:
I know that.

MARISSA:
I think manage pretty well around here.

GARY:
You do. You're the best.

MARISSA:
And every once in a while, I need you to do something for me, and when you agree to do that thing, I need you to do it.

GARY:
I understand.

MARISSA:
Right.

[~ Marissa heads into office, followed by Gary ~]

GARY:
Look, I will mail the payroll taxes. I will mail them certified and I will get Emmett's jacket.

MARISSA:
Forget about the jacket.

GARY:
No, no, no. We're going to get Emmett's jacket, but first I got to save a retina.

MARISSA:
What?

GARY:
Yeah, here, here. George Musakis -- he's going to suffer permanent retinal damage 'cause a plate goes flying through the air at a Greek restaurant -- Ithaki's.

MARISSA:
Ithaki's? That's my friend's place.

GARY:
Really?

[~ In cab on way to restaurant ~]

GARY:
Look, we're helping out your friend. I thought you'd be happy.

MARISSA:
I'm glad we're helping Petro, but I had a date, Gary, with Emmett -- Cassandra Wilson tickets.

GARY:
Well, what am I supposed to do? Without using your name, I couldn't get into the restaurant, it's all booked up. If I don't get into the restaurant, they start throwing plates, and if they start throwing the plates, George Musakis is going to lose an eye. You don't want that to happen, do you?

MARISSA:
Of course not. It's just...

GARY:
What?

MARISSA:
Nothing. Nothing.

[ ~ in restaurant, Greek bank playing. ~]

MARISSA:
Tell me again why you didn't mail those taxes.

GARY:
I was going to mail them, and then it got late. I'm going to take care of it first thing tomorrow.

MARISSA:
Just give the taxes to me, Gary, and I'll do it myself.

GARY:
I said that I would. I will do it.

MARISSA:
Sure, as long as the paper doesn't get in the way or you pass another shoe sale.

GARY:
Marissa--

MARISSA:
Gary, at this point, I would feel so much better if I did it myself, okay? Really.

GARY:
Okay, fine. Here you go.

Petro:
Ah, here we are. Octopus, squid, sweetbreads, yes.

GARY:
What would this be?

Petro:
Oh, the specialty -- tripe soup.

GARY:
Oh. Ha ha.

MARISSA:
Wonderful, isn't it, Gary?

GARY:
Oh, I haven't tasted anything like that in quite a while.

Petro:
Ah, good, good.

GARY:
Tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to find George Musakis, save his eye, and we're going to get out of here.

MARISSA:
Fine with me.

[~ Gary stands up and clinks his glass to get attention ~]

GARY:
Excuse me. Excuse me. If I could have your attention, please. There is someone here tonight that I would very much like to be able to recognize. To a great Greek American, I offer a toast. To George Musakis. George, stand up. Let us give you a hand, would you? George Musakis.

[~ A dozen or more men stand up, Gary looks around, sees a banner declaring it the Musakis family reunion ~]

GARY:
To George.

Crowd:
Salut!

Marissa;
Did you see him?

GARY:
There's a reunion. There are about 20 of them.

MARISSA:
20?

GARY:
It appears we're going to stay for dessert.

[~ Several drinks later in the meal... ~]

GARY:
I can't eat any more of this. I'm going to be sick.

MARISSA:
Great.

GARY:
I got to get out of here.

[~ Gary looks around, sees a woman dancing suggestively towards him ~]

GARY:
Oh, boy.

MARISSA:
What?

GARY:
The, uh, the --

MARISSA:
What, Gary?

[~ Woman wraps her scarf around Gary and pulls him up to dance ~]

GARY:
Uh, no, really, I-I can't.

MARISSA:
Gary, what's going on?

GARY:
I'm really not much feeling like dancing right now.

[~ Woman takes Gary out to dance floor and joins in the Greek dance. Gary appears to be getting sicker by the second, as the dance whirls. Marissa impatiently waits. Gary ducks out of the dance and the plate throwing ceremony begins. As plates are tossed, Gary rushes to catch each one. The woman tosses a plate especially hard and it heads for George Musakis' eyes. Gary leaps to grab it and he and the plate crash to the ground. Gary cuts his hand on the broken plate. Woman comes to his aid. ~]

WOMAN:
Here, let me take a look. You poor thing. Use my scarf.

[~ Marissa, tired of waiting, starts to leave ~]

GARY:
Marissa?

MARISSA:
It's late. I'm tired. I'm going to grab a cab.

GARY:
No, no, no, wait.

MARISSA:
I have to get up early in the morning and drop some taxes off at the post office.

WOMAN:
Let me tie it.

GARY [to woman]:
Hello.

WOMAN:
There.

[~ Next morning, Gary in bed with hangover ~]

CAT:
Meow.
[newspaper thump]

WOMAN ON RADIO:
The U.S. labor department today reported the national...

[~ Gary picks up paper, sees it has a free sample of Alka-Seltzer on it ~]

GARY:
God bless you.

[~ Gary drinks down the Alka-Seltzer mix, then checks the headlines: BLIND PEDESTRIAN KILLED BY CAR ~]

[ Cue commercials ]

[~ Gary reads from the story ~]

GARY:
"Marissa Clark, 31, "was fatally struck down in the crosswalk adjoining "the Chicago Avenue post office when a late-model Dodge Durango ran a red light. The accident occurred at 6:40 a.m."

GARY:
6:40? That's nine minutes.

[~ Gary quickly dials Marissa's number ~]

[~ Telephone rings, but Marissa has already left for the post office ~]

MARISSA [answering machine]:
Hi, this is Marissa. Leave a message, and I'll call you back.

[~ Gary hangs up, quickly puts his shoes on and runs downstairs. He grabs the keys to the van from the bar and heads out. Gary starts the van and tries to drive away, but it goes nowhere. ~]

GARY:
Come on!

[~ Gary gets out of van and checks out the tires - the van has been booted. ~]

GARY:
Parking tickets.

[~ Gary starts to run towards the post office, trying to get someone to give him a ride. ~]

GARY:
Hey, I need a ride! Hey, pal! Give me a ha--

DRIVER:
What are you, crazy?

GARY:
Hey, give me a --

[~ Gary continues running. Heading through a park, he jumps over some boxes at a pastry stand. Gary jumps over an artist named Marcus' paint supplies, but knocks them over. Marcus' dog starts chasing Gary, nips his leg and grabs his shoe. ~]

PASTRY GUY:
Watch it, dude!

MARCUS:
Hey! Watch where you're going.

GARY:
Aah! Hey, give me my shoe.

MARCUS:
Drop it, Picasso. Drop. Drop it, Picasso.

GARY:
C'mon, drop it!

MARCUS:
Don't yell at my dog.

GARY:
Come on, drop the shoe.

MARCUS:
Drop. Picasso, if you don't drop that shoe...

[~ Picasso drops shoe ~]

MARCUS:
Oh, there you go. That's right. That's right, baby. That's right.

[~ Gives shoe to Gary ~]

MARCUS:
Come on, baby. Daddy don't feel too good all of a sudden. Come on, Picasso, let's get out of here. I think I better call the doctor.

[~ Gary sees story in his paper local artist critical after allergy attack, decides to do nothing about it and continues running to save Marissa. In his hurry, he runs into a biker, knocking him down. ~]

BIKER:
Ow! Ow! Oh, my knee. Oh! Ow! My knee.

GARY:
I'm sorry. Sorry.

[~ Gary continues running, spots a cab and hops in to find it already taken by a woman ~]

KAVANAUGH:
Sorry. Taken.

GARY:
Look, lady, I need this cab.

KAVANAUGH:
Excuse me, I was here first.

GARY:
Well, you don't understand.

KAVANAUGH:
Driver, can we please --

GARY:
I just need a ride.

CABBIE:
What's it gonna be, we haven't got all day here.

GARY:
It's an emergency. Please.

CABBIE:
Look, lady, it's none of my business, but it used to be people shared around here.

KAVANAUGH:
Where are you going?

GARY:
About a mile down the road -- Chicago avenue, the post office.

KAVANAUGH:
All right, let's go.

CABBIE:
Okay.

GARY:
Thank you.

[~ Gary intently watches the clock in the cab ~]

KAVANAUGH:
Excuse me. Are you all right?

GARY:
Yeah.

[~ Kavanaugh's cellular phone rings ~]

KAVANAUGH:
[ on phone ] Dr. Kavanaugh. Put him through. Hi, what's the problem? Okay, it sounds like an allergic reaction. Did you eat anything? A cinnamon bun? Must have had nuts. Okay, what's your location? Slow down. Okay, I'm going to send an ambulance there and then I'm going to meet you at Holy Cross. Marcus, try and stay calm, okay? [ to cabbie ] I need you to get me to Holy Cross immediately.

GARY:
No.

KAVANAUGH:
It's a medical emergency. Do it.

GARY:
Let me out.

KAVANAUGH:
Look, mister, I don't know what your problem is, but I've got a patient diving straight into anaphylactic shock. Wherever you're going can wait five minutes.

GARY:
Stop the cab.

CABBIE:
Look, I'll get her to Holy Cross, then take you to wherever it is you want to go, okay?

GARY:
Stop the cab! Let me out!

KAVANAUGH
What is your problem?

GARY:
Listen, I'm telling you, stop the cab now!

[~ Cab screeches to a halt and Gary gets out. Tries to hitch another ride ~]

GARY:
Listen, I need a ride.

MAN:
No, no, no!

GARY:
Three minutes.

[~ Gary continues running, comes across a corner restaurant, sees a policeman heading towards his car with coffee, accidentally bumps into him, spilling his coffee ~]

GARY:
Hey!

OFFICER:
Son of a...

GARY:
Officer, I need a ride.

OFFICER:
You need a ride, huh?

GARY:
Look, it's an emergency.

OFFICER:
The bus stop is down that way.

GARY:
You don't understand. You don't --

[~ Gary gives up on officer, solicits help from other people walking by ~]

GARY:
Excuse me. Do you have a car? I need a car, I need a ride. It's an emergency. I need a ride, please. I need a...

[~ Gary sees a postal worker (Buckaroo) eating outside ~]

GARY:
Excuse me. Excuse me. You have a car. One of these cars. Is that your car?

BUCKAROO:
What's it to you?

GARY:
Listen, can I have a ride? It's an emergency.

BUCKAROO:
What, have I got a yellow light on my head?

GARY:
It's only one mile. That's it.

BUCKAROO:
Hey, good for you.

GARY:
Listen pal, I'll give you 50 bucks.

BUCKAROO:
$50? You serious?

GARY:
Yeah, 50 bucks.

BUCKAROO:
Okey dokey, let me just finish my latte.

GARY:
Listen I don't have time for that. I got to go now.

BUCKAROO:
Money first.

GARY:
All right.

[~ Gary searches for wallet, but he forgot to bring it along ~]

GARY:
My wallet.

BUCKAROO:
Is this some kind of scam?

GARY:
No, it's not.

[~ Gary eyes up the postal worker's keys, grabs them and heads for the car ~]

BUCKAROO:
Hey! My keys! What do you think you're doing? Get away from my car! Hey, get out of there! Stop that! Hey, come on! That's my car! Help! Somebody!

[~ Gary tries to start car, but it sputters. Postal worker seeks help from the officer ~]

BUCKAROO:
Hey, officer! Officer!

OFFICER:
Yeah, what's the matter?

BUCKAROO:
That guy's stealing my car!

[~ Gary gets the car started, but when he's about to drive off, he sees the police officer standing in front of the car aiming his weapon at Gary. ~]

OFFICER:
Turn off the car and step outside.

[~ Officer slams Gary up against the hood and puts handcuffs on him ~]

OFFICER:
You're under arrest.

GARY:
Look, I'm telling you, this friend of mine, she's in a lot of trouble.

OFFICER:
You got the right to remain silent.

GARY:
You gotta listen to me.

OFFICER:
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

GARY:
There's going to be an accident. Over by the post office.

OFFICER:
You got a right to an attorney. If you can't afford one, the court will provide one for you.

GARY:
There's going to be an accident. A friend of mine, she's going to be killed.

OFFICER:
I understand.

GARY:
Please, I'm begging you. You gotta listen to me, there's going to be an accident by the post office. A friend of mine.

OFFICER:
I understand.

GARY:
Look, she's blind. You got to get over to that intersection and stop her from crossing

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is 2-5-1, I'm transporting a perp ...

GARY:
Would you listen to me, damn it? Look, she's blind. You got to get over to that intersection, you got to stop her from crossing.

OFFICER:
The vehicle is a blue Camaro...

GARY:
Damn it, listen to me!

[~ Gary and officer arrive at the post office intersection. Pedestrians begin to cross, Gary sees Marissa, tries to warn her, but she can't hear him through the windows of the police car. ~]

GARY:
Marissa! Marissa!

[~ Durango swerves and hits Marissa ~]

GARY:
No! No! No! No! No!

[~ Gary's loft, Gary in bed. He appears to have awoken from a bad dream ~]

MAN ON RADIO:
That low-pressure system we've been watching from the plains states is still in play, so we can expect more of the same for the Chicago area. Temperatures will remain moderate for this time of year, with daytime highs....

[ Cue commercials ]

CONTINUE TO PART 2

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