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GARY:
Oh, Marissa.

CAT:
Meow
[ newspaper thuds ]

GARY:
All right, hold on.

[~ Gary dials Marissa's number, leaves a message on her answering machine ~]

MARISSA [answering machine]:
Hi. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you soon as I can.

GARY:
Marissa, it's me. Listen, um... I had a really lousy dream last night, and I realize that I acted like a jerk yesterday, and, well... You deserve better than that. And, look, I promise I'm going to mail the taxes, I'll -- I'll mop the floor, I'll pick out socks. Because this is Gary Hobson, and he's turning over a new leaf, I swear.

CAT:
Meow

[~ Gary picks up paper with sample of Alka-Seltzer to see headline: BLIND PEDESTRIAN KILLED BY CAR ~]

GARY:
No. No.

[~ Gary puts shoes on and reaches for phone to call Marissa ~]

GARY:
I already called.

[~ He runs towards the stairs, but remembers he forgot his wallet. He returns for his wallet, grabs the keys and rushes out to the van to see a parking guy booting the van ~]

GARY:
Hey. Hey, what the hell are you doing?

PARKING GUY:
Is this your vehicle, buddy?

GARY:
Yeah, it's mine. All right, look, I'll pay what I have to, huh?

PARKING GUY:
Well, let's see, that'd be uh -- well, you got your unpaid parking tickets gone to warrant.

GARY:
Uh-huh

PARKING GUY:
And you got your boot removal fee.

GARY:
Look, just add it up, all right? I need it now.

PARKING GUY:
Now?

GARY:
I got to be somewhere.

PARKING GUY:
Look, let me explain. You got a pen, you got a pad. Now once the pen has touched the pad, you got your basic dead ball situation. Prior to the pen actually making contact with the pad, we got a discretionary window. Pen touches pad, discretionary window is closed.

GARY:
Look, I've got an emergency.

PARKING GUY:
Well, look, if we were still in the discretionary window...

GARY:
Look, pal, I got a friend who's in trouble. I got to be there in 10 minutes.

PARKING GUY:
No can do.

GARY:
What do you mean, no can do? You put the damn thing on, you can take the damn thing off.

PARKING GUY:
I'm sorry, you know? The window is closed, pal.

GARY:
Thanks for nothing.

PARKING GUY:
Hey, just pay your parking tickets, why don't you?

[~ Gary runs off towards post office. Runs through park, passes by a man buying a cinnamon bun. ~]

PASTRY GUY:
4 bucks. How's the picture coming?

MARCUS:
Painter's block. Don't ask.

[~ Dog chases Gary ~]

MARCUS:
Hey, Picasso, get back here.

[~ Gary continues running, slips off his shoe to get the dog off his tail. Dog stops for shoe. Gary continues running with only one shoe, just misses knocking over the biker again. He comes to a cab... ~]

GARY:
Chicago avenue post office.

KAVANAUGH:
I'm sorry. I got here first.

GARY:
No, you weren't.

KAVANAUGH:
You're right. I would have gotten here, except you came charging across the street like some kind of linebacker.

GARY:
Look, lady, I need this cab.

CABBIE:
What's it gonna be? We ain't got all day here.

KAVANAUGH:
Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a cab this time of morning?

GARY:
Yes, which is why I need this cab.

KAVANAUGH:
I'm a doctor.

GARY:
A doctor, I know.

KAVANAUGH:
How did you know?

CABBIE:
None of my business, folks, but used to be people shared around here.

GARY:
Yeah, what he said.

CABBIE:
Yeah, look, you're going to practically the same spot. By the time you get through arguing, we could have been there by now.

KAVANAUGH:
That's not really the point.

CABBIE:
Stop arguing. Get in the cab. I'll split the fare.

KAVANAUGH:
I'm sorry if I was rude. I'm just -- I have to meet someone.

GARY:
No, that's okay.

KAVANAUGH:
Excuse me. Are you all right?

[~ Kavanaugh's cellular phone rings ~]

KAVANAUGH:
Dr. Kavanaugh.

GARY:
No.

KAVANAUGH:
Hi, what's the problem?

GARY:
Stop the cab, will you?

KAVANAUGH:
Sounds like an allergic reaction. Did you eat something?

GARY:
Stop the cab.

KAVANAUGH:
A cinnamon bun?

[~ Cab stops, Gary gets out and continues running. Comes to the corner restaurant, sees postal worker (Buckaroo) ~]

GARY:
Excuse me. Hey, listen, you got a car?

BUCKAROO:
What's it to you?

GARY:
I need a ride.

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

GARY:
It's only a mile away, that's it.

BUCKAROO:
Hey, good for you.

GARY:
Listen, I'll give you 20 bucks.

BUCKAROO:
Make it $50.

GARY:
Look --

[~ Gary sees police officer and decides to ask for his help instead ~]

BUCKAROO:
Wait, wait, wait. Did I say no? I didn't say no.

GARY:
Excuse me, officer.

OFFICER:
What can I do for you?

GARY:
I got a friend who's in trouble, she's going to be hurt.

OFFICER:
Hurt how?

GARY:
I don't have time to explain, I got to get over there now, please.

OFFICER:
All right, you owe me coffee. Come on. What's your name?

GARY:
Hobson, Gary Hobson.

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is 2-5-1 responding to a civilian in distress. We're en route to...

GARY:
Chicago Avenue post office.

OFFICER:
Chicago Avenue post office. Out.

GARY:
Look, could you hurry up a little bit, please?

OFFICER:
We'll get there. So, what's with your friend?

GARY:
I told you. She's in trouble.

OFFICER:
What kind of trouble?

GARY:
It's complicated.

OFFICER:
Husband?

GARY:
No.

OFFICER:
Boyfriend?

GARY:
It's a car.

OFFICER:
A car?

GARY:
She's going to get hit by a car.

OFFICER:
You know when she's going to have an accident and where she's going to have an accident?

GARY:
Look, she's blind. She's got to run across the street from the post office. She's going to get hit by a car. Could you hurry please?

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is 2-5-1.i need you to run a name -- Gary Hobson.

GARY:
No, look, you don't understand. I didn't do anything. We're wasting time. Please, we got to get over there. What are you doing?

[~ Officer stops car ~]

OFFICER:
Get out of the car, please.

GARY:
Look, I'm trying to...

OFFICER:
Would you step out of the car, please?

[~ Officer opens his car door and knocks over a man on a bike. Gary gets out of car and runs away as officer attends to the hurt biker. ~]

BIKER:
Hey! Hey! Ow! Ohh...ohh...

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is 2-5-1. I got a bicyclist down at the 200 block of superior. Stay where you are. You're going to be fine.

[~ Gary arrives at intersection to see pedestrians crossing ~]

GARY:
Marissa!

[~ An ambulance heads towards intersection with sirens on. Man driving Durango is fiddling with radio, sirens bring his attention back to road. ~]

GARY:
Hey!

[~ Durango swerves to miss Marissa and crosses intersection. Behind the Durango is a blue van (the Parking Guy's van!). Moving too fast to stop, it hits Gary. ~]

[~ Gary in bed, falls on floor ~]

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Sunny skies for the Chicago metropolitan area with a high of 48 degrees. Tonight's low will be a brisk --

GARY:
I'm awake. I'm definitely awake.

CAT:
Meow
[ newspaper thud ]

[~ Gary picks up paper to see headline, BLIND PEDESTRIAN KILLED BY CAR ~]

GARY:
Ohh.

[ cue commercials ]

[~ Gary calls Marissa, but she has already left for the post office ~]

GARY:
Come on, Marissa, pick up. Pick up.

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

[~ Gary hangs up. He starts to put on his shoes when he notices the Reeboks box with his brand new tennies. He puts them on instead. Gary rushes downstairs, grabs all the petty cash and the keys to the van. Runs outside to see parking guy adding boot to van. ~]

GARY:
Hey, what are you doing?

PARKING GUY:
Is this your vehicle, buddy? 'Cause, uh, you know, once I put the...

GARY:
Pen to pad.

PARKING GUY:
Hey, it's not my fault, pal. Municipal ordinances -- you ever hear of them? Hey, you have to pay your parking tickets.

[~ Gary has dropped money on the ground in his haste. Parking guy picks it up. ~]

PARKING GUY:
Hey, hey, mister! He's buying me breakfast.

[~ Gary continues running. Runs through park past Marcus buying cinnamon bun from Pastry Guy. ~]

PASTRY GUY:
4 bucks.

[~ Gary grabs the bun out of Marcus' hand and keeps running. Dog chases him. ~]

GARY:
It's got nuts!

MARCUS:
It's got nuts?

PASTRY GUY:
News to me.

MARCUS:
Man, I could have gotten real sick.

[~ Gary continues running, tosses the bun behind him for the dog. Dog stops to eat the bun, Gary keeps running. He completely misses the biker. Gary spots a cab across the street ~]

KAVANAUGH:
[on phone] hi, it's Liz Kavanaugh. Listen, I have an early breakfast this morning. I am going to try to get in by 8:00.

GARY:
Taxi!

KAVANAUGH:
You know what? I am sick of running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Page Dr. Harvey, see if he'll cover for me this morning. Great. Yeah, you, too. [ to self ] How hard was that?

GARY:
Chicago Avenue post office.

CABBIE:
All righty.

GARY:
Listen, I'll give you 50 extra bucks if you can get there fast.

CABBIE:
How fast?

GARY:
How about three minutes?

CABBIE:
Look, buddy, it's not like I don't trust you.

GARY:
Yeah, yeah, sure. Here.

[~ Gary hands the cabbie the bonus bucks. ~]

CABBIE:
Okay, fasten your seat belt.

GARY:
Yeah, let's just go, huh?

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is 2-5-1. I am going on break. Over.

DISPATCH:
2-5-1, what's your 20? Over.

OFFICER:
I'll be at Seattle's Best Coffee on Wealth. Out.

[~ Cab speeds by ~]

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is 2-5-1. Cancel that break. I'm in pursuit of a fly-by.

CABBIE:
Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man.

GARY:
We can't stop. We can't stop.

CABBIE:
Buddy, you can't stop? You got no idea.

GARY:
We can't stop.

[~ Cab stops. As officer gets out of his car, the biker turns to a flower shop on the other side of the street. He parks the bike and enters store. ~]

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is unit 2-5-1. I need you to run me a cabby plate -- 6789-TX. [ to cabbie ] You, 25 miles over the speed limit. License and registration, please.

GARY:
Look, officer, I got an emergency. I got a friend who's in trouble and I gotta get over there right now.

CABBIE:
Yeah, yeah, that's why we were speeding. You see, it's in the nature of a public service. Yeah. Yeah.

[~ Cop doesn't believe him, cabbie hands over license ~]

CABBIE:
Hey, you can't blame a girl for dreaming.

GARY:
Look, it's an emergency. This friend of mine, she's in trouble. She's over by the post office -- Chicago Avenue.

OFFICER:
What kind of trouble is she in?

GARY:
Boyfriend troubles. Her boyfriend, he called me up, and he told me that he's going to try to run her over. He knows what time she gets to work. She's over by the post office.

OFFICER:
Well listen, let me take care of this clown, and we'll check it out.

GARY:
Well, I don't have time. I got to get over there now.

OFFICER:
Hold your horses.

DISPATCH:
Unit 2-5-1, respond. Over.

OFFICER:
Go for 2-5-1.

DISPATCH:
Unit 2-5-1, we've got a lookout on your plate. The driver is wanted in connection with a Grand Theft warrant.

OFFICER:
Give me your keys.

CABBIE:
Oh, no.

OFFICER:
You two stay right here.

[~ Officer takes keys and checks the trunk ~]

OFFICER:
Dispatch, this is unit 2-5-1. I've got suspected evidence in custody. Over.

[~ Gary sees bike across the street, gets out of cab, and takes bike. He pedals furiously down the sidewalk, nearly running people over. ~]

PEDESTRIAN 1
Whoa!

PEDESTRIAN 2:
Look out!

WOMAN ON SIDEWALK:
Whoa! Hey, watch it!

[~ On his way to post office, the parking guy pulls up aside of him. Gary grabs the mirror of the van and hitches a ride ~]

PARKING GUY:
You? What, are you crazy?

GARY:
Just keep driving, will you?

PARKING GUY:
Okey-doke.

[~ Gary arrives at intersection, drops bike and looks for Marissa ~]

GARY:
Marissa.

[~ Gary sees Marissa and sees the Durango and Ambulance rushing towards intersection. He runs out into the street and grabs onto Marissa. The ambulance comes to intersection with siren blaring, which alerts the driver of the Durango, who swerves, missing both Marissa and Gary in a flurry of squealing tires and honking horns. ~]

MARISSA:
Gary?

GARY:
Come on. Let's get out of the street.

MARISSA:
What just happened?

GARY:
It doesn't matter. Everything's okay now.

MARISSA:
Wh-what's okay?

GARY:
Look, didn't I tell you that I'd mail the taxes?

MARISSA:
You sound tired.

GARY:
It's been a long day.

BIKER:
Hey! Hey! Sorry I'm late. Somebody stole my... Bike. [ sees bike laying by sidewalk ]

KAVANAUGH:
It's okay. I just got here. I don't know what came over me, I just felt like walking.

BIKER:
This is for you

KAVANAUGH:
A ring?

[~ Gary sees an engagement notice for Kavanaugh-Erlich (the biker) in the paper ~]

GARY:
Hey, uh, what do you say we get some breakfast -- something plain, something American, like scrambled eggs with some burnt potatoes on the side?

MARISSA:
Sure, but we have to --

GARY:
First we got to mail the taxes, I know. And listen, about last night --

MARISSA:
I was out of line.

GARY:
No, I was.

MARISSA:
We both were.

GARY:
Well, you're there for me. I need to be there for you more often, I need to, I need to pay more attention... Some of the time.

MARISSA:
I'll work with that.

GARY:
Come on.

[~ Postal worker bumps into Gary, spilling coffee on him ~]

BUCKAROO:
Ohh, hey, watch where you're going, huh? Hey, I know you from somewhere?

GARY:
No. No, you don't know me, and I don't know you, and we're just going to keep it that way.

BUCKAROO:
Whatever.

GARY:
Hey, hey. You work with the post office?

BUCKAROO:
According to the U.S. Government, I do.

GARY:
Do you want to, uh, do you want to mail that for us?

MARISSA:
It's got to be certified, Gary.

BUCKAROO:
Ma'am, you give it to me, I guarantee it gets there.

GARY:
Yeah, well, the sooner we get rid of it, the better.

MARISSA:
You got my vote.

BUCKAROO:
You guys have a nice day.

GARY:
Oh, yeah. You, too.

MARISSA:
What say we take a cab?

GARY:
Yeah, yeah -- no. No, no. No, why don't we just walk? Why don't we just walk real, real slowly? Just walk.

MARISSA:
That's a good start right there, Gary. Just slow down a little bit, practice a little time management, and you'd be surprised at how much you could still get done in a day.

GARY:
You know something? I think you're right.

MARISSA:
Mm-hmm.

GARY:
I think you're right.

~ THE END ~


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