DR. GOLDMAN: How do we know where we belong?
We define ourselves by our connections with others,
with people we see and interact with every day.
(ROCKET MAN PLAYING)
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
Tyler!
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Till touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
(ROCKET MAN PLAYING ON STEREO)
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
(RECORD SKlPPlNG)
Sam, you've been the victim of violence.
There is a reason the department orders
officers shot in the line of duty to undergo psychological evaluations.
It's because we often have unpredictable reactions
to stressful situations.
I know. But what I just discussed was just a dream.
-You understand? -A dream of being frozen in time.
Actually, everyone else was frozen.
I was kind of, you know, moving around.
That is textbook post-trauma behavior.
You've put up emotional walls.
You are reluctant, even frightened, to let people in. Isn't that right?
Maybe? I don't... I don't know.
You need to tear down these walls, Sam.
Reach out to people you care about. Let them into your world.
You're not in Hyde anymore.
It's time to start making this place feel like home.
(SAM SlGHS)
I guess he made sense. Maybe I should start acting
Iike I'm gonna stick around for a while, you know?
ANNlE: You know, that's great, Sam.
Seems like you're working out a lot of your issues.
Issues. You think I have issues?
I think you have more issues than Life magazine.
(SAM LAUGHS)
-That's funny, Annie. -I know.
Hey, I was thinking maybe we could go for a cappuccino sometime.
(ANNlE EXCLAIMS)
If I knew what a cappuccino was, I might say yes.
It's just fancy coffee.
Cappuccino. Do they drink those a lot in 2008?
It's more of a '90s thing.
Hey, Annie.
I just... You know, after everything that's happened
and being here in 1 9... New York...
You've been a good friend.
You, too, Sam.
RAY: As junior Cub Scout around here, Skelton,
you're losing a merit badge over this.
All the closed-circuit places that are showing the fight
have been sold out for a month.
No excuse. We only been talking about this since Norton-Ali l.
You should've been on top of this.
What about you, Tyler? You get your ticket to Broken Jaw?
No. I got a feeling Ali's already got this one in the bag.
Really?
'Cause I'm wondering how many more jawbones
Norton has to break before Ali is all washed up.
(SAM LAUGHING)
-Care to back that up, Ray? -20 bucks.
Make it 40.
(RAY AND CHRIS LAUGHING)
Tyler, I saw Frazier floor Ali at the Garden in '71.
A powder-puff had him seeing stars. But I'd be happy to take your money.
In a head-to-head match,
Rocky Marciano would've knocked them all out.
I saw him drop Jersey Joe Walcott with a Suzie Q to take the title in '55.
A thing of beauty.
Hey, Lieut, got some guy tying up the phone all morning.
Says he wants to speak to the man in charge of the detectives.
GENE: Who is it? PHYLlSS: Wouldn't say.
-Take a message, Phyliss, would you? -He's making threats. You mind?
Give it here.
Lieutenant Gene Hunt speaking. What do you want?
MAN: This is an official statement to the imperialist pigs
from the foot soldiers of the Weather Underground.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, this imperialist pig is busy. Get to the point.
We act on this date in response
to continued American tyranny and oppression at home and abroad.
These bombings are a strike to the heart
-of the US gestapo organization. -What?
What did you just say? What bombings?
Hell of a blast. T ook out windows up and down the block.
Glenister's.
RAY: They blew up Glenister's. You kidding me?
SAM: What's Glenister's? A bar?
It's more like a national monument. 61 years pouring booze into cops.
Served up a mean steak and eggs, too, with a vodka chaser
and a beer chaser-chaser.
For the love of God.
HOYTE: Four males, one female. At least two were employees.
Chris, get a canvass started. Find some witnesses.
Okay, guys, I need you to move back.
-CHRIS: There's nothing to see. -The hell there ain't.
Just get behind the barricade, okay? Thank you.
-RAY: Who could've done this? -That phone call.
The Weathermen claimed responsibility.
I'm guessing you don't mean the guys who say it's gonna rain.
The Weather Underground.
Student radicals, terrorists,
good-for-nothing, taking-for-granted, spoiled know-it-alls with bombs.
This is bad, boss. Three of them were ours.
James Bolan, Mike Sadowski, Clark Krasner.
Boles. Kraz. Ski.
-He knew them. -Yeah.
You got an official cause and origin yet, Chief?
The detonation point was inside by the bar.
The burn patterns suggest a flammable liquid,
Iike kerosene, was also used.
Which is why it took out the whole building.
Very good, Detective. We bagged some pieces.
Looks like it's from an alarm clock. That is old-school.
Even al-Qaeda's known to use electronic timers.
-Al who? -Never mind.
You all right?
Boles. Ski. Kraz.
They good friends of yours?
We were gonna watch the fight together.
I'm sorry.
We drank these special drinks that,
when made correctly, had smoke rise out of the glass.
Kraz invented them, called them "burning questions."
Wires went quiet on these mooks. Bugged out of their last safe house.
That's why they're called Weather Underground.
Hit the campuses, the coffeehouses.
Shake down anyone with a button on their blouse
or a bumper sticker on their banjo.
You said the caller mentioned bombs? Plural?
We gotta find these guys before they hit again.
If there's a reason why Glenister's was targeted,
it might tell us where they're gonna hit next.
It seems pretty straightforward to me. They're targeting cops.
Burn the mother down! We've got to bring the war home!
We've got to destroy white privilege!
We've got to break down the barriers of class,
start a free society! You feeling me, Sam?
Sam, why are they doing this?
Why they blowing up the fuzz, man?
Can't you help us, Sam?
You gotta save the pigs. You've gotta save the big pig.
You think it's gonna be a long, long time, rocket man?
My name is Sam Tyler.
I was in an accident and I woke up in 1 973.
I don't know how or why I'm here,
but whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.
(DOORBELL RlNGlNG)
(CLlNKlNG)
GENE: As far as we could tell,
Glenister's was targeted because it was a cop bar.
Your dad and them was just in the wrong place, wrong time.
Except they were in that wrong place all the time.
Must run in the family, huh?
The army engineers told me the mines in that paddy were cleared.
-You didn't see them much no more? -They were retired. I'm still on the job.
Our schedules... But we was gonna watch the fight.
Yeah? And get pasted on those ridiculous drinks on fire?
(GENE LAUGHING)
Burning questions.
You remember?
Your father loved you very much, Danny.
He told me many times how proud of you he was.
Yeah. Never mentioned it to me.
But me and Pop didn't have much to say to each other these days.
He was proud of me when I ran that kickoff back 98 yards
to win state in '67, remember that?
I sure do. We all went out for lobster after.
He was proud of me when I enlisted, too.
Sure was.
You know what?
That pride was gone when I came back in this chair.
-Danny. -No, it was. It was.
That's why he kept on working on cases even after he retired.
Couldn't stand to be in the same room as his busted-up son.
Things are supposed to be done you got a cripple in your house,
Iight switches lowered, ramps put in.
Fourteen months I'm home and I'm still carrying around this flashlight.
God forbid I'd come home and it's night and the lights are off.
(DANNY SlGHS)
-I'm sorry. -No, don't be.
I hear that line so much, it doesn't even mean anything anymore.
Surveillance reports, photos, suspect files,
this all came from Krasner's home? I thought he was retired.
The Weather Underground was sort of an obsession of his.
Kind of ironic that he was killed by them, don't you think?
Not necessarily. He had many obsessions.
-Who is this guy? -SAM: His name is Rodney Slaven.
I saw footage of him leading a demonstration.
Look at his eyes. They're different colors.
Pretty cool. Like David Bowie.
Maybe we should look into him.
I'll call BOSSl, see what they can dig up.
-They might have something on him. -Great.
(SAM SlGHS)
This is like one big cardboard hard drive.
Got something here, boss.
Professor Pat Olsen teaches a Poli Sci course
at Columbia University.
The name of the course,
"The Role of the Radical Subversive in the Enlightenment of Our Epoch."
-Sounds angry. -Here's a list of his A students.
No coincidence that they're also active members of the Weathermen.
This goes back to '68.
You know what they say. "Those who can't do, teach.
"Those who can't teach, inspire extreme revolutionary fervor."
Bring this guy in. He and I need to have a talk.
STUDENT 1 : Hey!
RAY: We're looking for Professor Pat Olsen.
-You can't just barge in here, man. -STUDENT 2: Hey!
-Not too bright, are you, Professor? -Let him go.
Mind your own business, sugar mouth, then you won't be minding mine.
-Except this is my business. -Not where I come from, it ain't.
Well, tell me, where you come from, is Pat sometimes short for Patricia?
GENE: See if you can get that cleaned up, Petey.
Leave the keys under the visor.
The professor's a twirl?
-Uh-huh. -Looky, looky.
I know you. Gene Hunt. 'Cause every autocracy needs a tyrant.
I am not a tyrant.
I am a dictator. Big difference.
Do I get to call a lawyer,
or is it straight to the jackboots and the truncheon?
Stick the professor in lost and found.
Who did that to your car, boss?
Kids! Kids did this. It's what higher learning does.
They major in stupid with a minor in idiot.
You want a soda while we talk, Professor Olsen?
Don't call me professor. We're clearly not in my classroom.
Okay. Patricia then.
Pat. Patty. Trish. Tricia. Which do you prefer?
You do know you've kidnapped me without cause or warrant.
-You don't know why you're in here? -No.
Don't shine us on, Pat-Patty-Trish-Tricia.
Don't do that.
Does it really matter what I do or say?
You'll beat a confession out of me if you have to, won't you?
I will.
It's what we call in this line of work "the perks."
(PAT SCOFFS)
Okay. A bar called Glenister's was bombed this morning.
I heard. What does it have to do with me?
Five people were killed. That interest you at all?
Three of them cops, men I knew. Good men.
I'm sorry to hear that, I am, if they were, as you say, good men.
-However, I remain dubious. -Dubious? Dubious about what?
That in this day and age there are such a thing
as cops who are good men.
Maybe I will have that soda now.
Let me tell you about my good buddy Clark who died.
I stood with him when he married his bride, Millie.
I stood with him 30 years later when he buried her.
We toasted the birth of his son together.
-He was eight months retired. -That's terribly sad,
but I'm sure Adolf Eichmann and Josef Goebbels
had similar stories of friendship and loss.
The Weathermen are behind the bombing.
Disciples of yours, I understand.
Some of them were former students, that's all.
I don't know anything about a bombing. I wanna talk to my husband.
The Weather Underground is planning another bombing today.
You hear anything about that from your former students?
If you're mixed up in this,
we will build a case against you, Professor Olsen. That I promise.
This happened to one of my students, a champion tennis player.
Now he'll never play again because cops like you broke his arm
to railroad him for an armed robbery. I know how you work.
You've already made up your mind about my guilt.
Out of curiosity, are you right-handed or left-handed?
Tricia! Where's my wife? I wanna speak to my wife.
SlZABLE TED: Hey, pal, you can't just barge in here.
I wanna speak to my wife right now!
-Who's your wife? -Professor Patricia Olsen.
Goons from this precinct kidnapped her right out of her classroom.
-Mr. Olsen... -Dr. Olsen. Dr. Richard Olsen.
Dr. Olsen, your wife is being questioned at the moment
regarding an ongoing investigation.
Now if you and your daughter will just have a seat,
I'll let the detectives know you're here.
-What's your name? -Laura.
Laura, would you like a chocolate bar?
I think there's one left in the vending machine.
-Yes, please. -Okay.
CHRIS: Well, at some point, we're gonna run out
of time on this situation.
And at that point, the Lieut will beat the truth out of the professor
-if he has to. -It's not gonna be anything...
I'm talking about the boxing match, Ray.
RAY: Yeah. OFFICER: Skelton, you have a call.
-CHRIS: Detective Skelton, 1 -2-5. -What'd you just say?
-What'd you say? -Do I know you, chucklehead?
Where is my wife, Professor Patricia Olsen?
The professor.
Well, in case you didn't know it, pal, your wife is a terrorist.
Now sit down before I lock you up, too.
All right.
SlZABLE TED: Come on, pal. Let's get you a seat.
RlCHARD: You know what? Get your hands off me.
Ray, I just got a call from communications.
There's another situation, another bomb situation.
Let's go.
Step back.
SAM: What is that? RAY: Bomb squad, Tyler.
That's your bomb squad?
What, you didn't have bomb squads at Hyde?
We did, but they weren't basket weavers.
Boss, you might not wanna go back there. It's still live.
SAM: Boss.
-What's he doing? -That's his guy.
-Roons! -Hunt!
Thank the Lord in heaven it's you.
God help me, pal, I'm so scared, I can't move.
My arm is numb, my ass is asleep. I peed myself.
How long you been sitting here, Rooney?
All damn day. I heard about the Glen.
So I'm heading to the scene, but I turn this key halfway
and I hear this...
This click under my seat like I never heard before, loud click.
Hunt, don't leave me. Don't leave me.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hey! The lieutenant can't be here.
What happened to them?
To Boles and Ski and Kraz? Did they get hurt?
Let's get you out of this, then we'll talk.
Oh, man. Who, Gene? Which one of the guys?
It's me and you now, Roons.
(ROONEY EXCLAIMS)
Why are they coming after us?
-I need you guys to stand back. -SAM: Yeah.
-Come on, Gene. -I'm not going anywhere.
-Don't... -SAM: Boss...
-Don't leave me. -I'm staying with my guy.
Staying with the Roons.
BOMB SQUAD MAN: Please, Lieutenant.
COP: Please, stand back.
-Lieutenant, you gotta step back. -No, sir! No, sir!
Hey, Ray, the guy with the ponytail, I saw him outside Glenister's.
-Are you sure? -Absolutely.
-Staying with my guy. -Get him out of here!
That's my Gene.
-GENE: No! -Gene!
Just stay easy. Go easy, Detective. Try to stay calm.
Do your job, son. Do your job.
(GLASS SHATTERlNG)
-Roons! -SlZABLE TED: You can't go back there.
He said they were coming after you.
Who's coming after you, Gene? Who's coming after you?
RODNEY: Burn the mother down! We've got to bring the war home!
We've got to destroy white privilege!
We've got to break down the barriers of class,
start a free society!
Only then will we learn to love and respect our brothers...
-Rodney Slaven. He's like a rock star. -SAM: Yeah.
Those eyes.
We gotta get back out there. They're not finished.
Sam, should I be calling my family and friends,
telling them to get out of the city?
-lf you let these people scare you... -I know, I know. The terrorists win.
I was gonna say they'll always have the advantage, but that's catchy.
Yes, well, he's one you don't have to worry about.
Rodney Slaven died a year ago. He OD'd.
-He's dead? -He is.
Yeah.
Look, check this out. There's the professor in the crowd.
She's one of them, the Weathermen.
And this is the guy Chris saw at both bombings, Eric Larson.
We need to send out an alarm.
It can't be just a coincidence that four of Hunt's friends on the job
were all on the receiving end of Weathermen bombs today.
-Hunt knows a lot of cops. -Yeah, but this wasn't random.
I mean, they were all targets.
There's gonna be another bomb.
Arthur Rooney helped to protect the city for over 40 years
and you blew him up!
(PAT GRUNTlNG)
You blew him up! You blew him up!
Hey! Stop!
If this woman doesn't tell me who's responsible for killing those men,
I'm gonna punch her so hard,
down on Canal Street they'll be stepping over her smirk.
I understand. Come here.
(PAT GASPlNG)
Look at these.
We got eyewitnesses placing this man, Eric Larson,
at the scene of both bombings.
We got wire transcripts, manifestos, fake lDs, you name it,
all proving your connection to the Weather Underground.
Conspiracy to commit murder.
That's major time upstate, Professor Olsen.
-And cop killings? That adds to the jolt. -Where did you get these?
You give us the names of the other targets,
and you'll be looking at a lot less jail time.
You might even be out in time to see your daughter off to college.
My daughter is the reason I do what I do.
I don't want her growing up in a world
where imperialist pigs wallow in their own excrement.
All the children in the city are the reason I do what I do!
Look, trust me when I say this, you won't be remembered as heroes.
You'll be seen as spoiled thugs, hoodlums, terrorists.
It's terrorism when I stand up for my rights?
Tell me, why is it that government sanctioned violence is tolerated?
America slaughtered a million Vietnamese civilians
without even blinking and I'm the criminal?
The people you killed today were innocent.
Anyone who isn't part of the revolution can't be considered innocent.
The people you killed stood up for this city.
Other than being imperialist pigs,
what possible reason could you have had to take their lives?
They were part of something they shouldn't have been a part of.
-What are you talking about? -He knows what I'm talking about.
He ran the group.
The Red Squad.
-Tyler, get out. -Boss? Boss, what's she talking about?
Me and the professor need to chat some more.
Get out.
I promise I won't kill her yet.
(SAM CLEARS THROAT)
Ray, I've been looking for you.
Yeah, I'm working on finding a current address for Larson,
but so far, no dice.
Better hope Hunt can get that loon to sing.
Otherwise, we're gonna have bigger problems
-than where to watch the fight. -Well, Hunt just kicked me out.
Who knows what the hell kind of medieval thumbscrews
-he's using on the professor. -Kicked you out?
What'd you do, Spaceman, take her side?
Ray, listen.
You ever hear about the Lieut running some group called the Red Squad?
-Red Squad? -Yeah.
Yeah, I heard rumors. Nothing involving the Lieut.
Supposedly they were a group of lawmen
that ran under-the-radar surveillance of radical groups.
Supposedly?
Bit of a myth, like the tooth fairy or mermaids.
Never really existed, just a ploy to keep the hippies paranoid.
Let the Lieut have his time. He ain't gonna hurt her.
He's just gonna have her think he's gonna hurt her.
Been running interrogations since the night Samson met Delilah.
-ANNlE: Sam? -Yeah?
I was doing my due diligence,
following up on the Rodney Slaven autopsy report.
I thought Slaven died of a drug overdose.
He did, but it wasn't heroin. According to the report,
hydromorphone was the drug that killed him,
pharmaceutical grade. Enough to put down an elephant.
Hydromorphone. That's not really a street drug, is it?
I thought it was odd. And another thing.
-SAM: What? -Look at the date of death on the report.
-He died exactly one year ago today. -He died or he was killed.
So on the anniversary of his death, four cops get blown up.
Like I said, I thought it was odd.
PAT: You were vigilante cops.
I've had your names ever since the Weathermen infiltrated your offices.
You terrorized them, dangled them by their ankles outside of windows,
threw tear gas grenades into their homes,
and when that didn't work,
Iet's just say nobody knows better than me the lengths you'd go to.
Look, Professor, if the Red Squad did exist,
I'm sure their goal was to protect the public from collegiate communists
who were trying to overthrow the government
and burn the city down.
(KNOCKlNG AT DOOR)
-Boss? -What?
I need to ask Pat a few questions. Two minutes, that's it.
(GENE SlGHS)
Five seconds over, and your ass is out of here.
I had no idea the whole good cop, bad cop thing
was more than just the stuff of old police dramas.
How well did you know Rodney Slaven?
-We were friends. -Was Slaven a junkie?
He never touched the stuff his whole life.
But he died of a drug overdose, didn't he?
Exactly one year ago today.
He didn't die of an overdose. They just wanted it to look that way.
They? Who's they?
You should know better than anyone, Hunt.
It was your Red Squad patriots who killed him.
Gene, Gene. Gene! Can we... For a moment?
Listen, I can see a scenario
where the Red Squad might've found it necessary
to get rid of one dangerous radical to protect the city.
You think the Red Squad murdered Rodney Slaven?
I'm just saying I can see how it could've happened
based on the surveillance coming out of these boxes.
Tyler, they may have tuned him up,
beat him up, framed him up or called him dirty names,
but no way in hell my cops shot him up with junk to kill him.
Maybe Rooney, Krasner and the rest did it without you knowing.
Nobody does anything without me knowing.
Either way, she thinks you were a member of the Red Squad,
which means we already know the target of the next bomb.
It's you.
(KNOCKlNG AT DOOR)
Yeah?
(DOOR OPENlNG)
I was thinking, maybe you should get out of town,
go somewhere sunny, you know? Till we find Larson.
My ex-wife's been trying to kill me for 20 years,
so to hell with the professor and her Weathermen.
There been spiders crawling up my wall I've been more afraid of.
What are you hovering for?
Don't you got an investigation to conduct?
Gene, give me a straight answer. Who were the Red Squad?
The last of the hard men.
A dying breed.
But they weren't murderers.
That I know.
Our coffee is the worst form of torture we've got.
You must miss him a lot.
-Who? -Rodney Slaven.
Why do you say that?
Well, he was a friend of yours, wasn't he?
-He was. -How long did you know him?
-ls this another form of interrogation? -Not at all.
It's just two women talking.
I met him when he was 1 8.
He arrived on campus
ready to set the world ablaze with his ideas.
-He inspired a lot of people. -He did.
He could've done important things with his life.
Rodney was fond of quoting the jazz musician Charlie Parker,
who said, "You learn all the notes and the chords and the scales,
"and you practice them and practice them
"until you get them right,
"and then you throw all that crap away and you just wail."
Rodney was just beginning to wail when those men killed him.
Your daughter and your husband are out there.
When can I see them?
I'm gonna have to check with the detectives.
-ANNlE: Sam? -What?
What is it?
Pat Olsen was in love with Rodney Slaven.
How do you know that?
Women know these things. She loved him.
Well, she'll have plenty of time to reflect on her broken heart in prison.
-No, no, no, Sam, there's more. -What?
-Dr. Olsen, this is Detective Tyler. -Detective, Dr. Richard Olsen.
Look, what's happening? I just want to see my wife.
-We're still questioning her, Doctor. -And, Sam, have you met Laura?
You gotta save the pigs.
-Those eyes. -ls my mother going to be okay?
You wanna kill somebody else today, Professor?
Is that gonna make your daughter proud of you?
You're a selfish woman, you hear me? You're a selfish piece of crap!
And one of these days, you're gonna wake up,
and your daughter's gonna be the real victim here, your daughter!
Now where is that last bomb?
-Tell me, Professor! -Gene, let go of her.
Where can we find Eric Larson?
I would like very much to see my daughter.
Larson planted those bombs, didn't he?
I won't betray the cause, Detective. I don't regret anything I've done.
I wanna kill this woman, Sam. I do.
I won't because I could never commit murder.
But I want to very badly.
I want to kill this woman, Sam.
(DOOR OPENlNG)
Patricia. Are you okay? Are you hurt?
I'm fine, Richard. Thank God you're here.
They are maniacs. This one,
quite possibly the worst person I've ever encountered.
-Where's Laura? -She... She's outside.
SAM: Take a seat, Dr. Olsen.
-Why? What for? -Just take a seat.
RlCHARD: It's okay.
One year ago today, someone killed Rodney Slaven
with a hot shot of hydromorphone that stopped his heart.
And contrary to what you might believe, Professor Olsen,
the Red Squad had nothing to do with it.
Contrary to what you believe, Detective, Rodney was not a junkie.
But the hydromorphone was pharmaceutical grade.
Yes, the kind that well-connected cops have easy access to.
As do doctors in hospitals.
ANNlE: According to the investigation,
there was no sign of forced entry to Slaven's apartment.
Suggesting Slaven knew the man who killed him.
You knew she was having an affair with Slaven, didn't you?
Didn't you?
-I did. -Richard.
What? I mean, I know you always thought he was a genius,
but does that make me stupid?
What I didn't know is how long it had gone on.
I stayed away from Slaven and Pat's radical friends,
but about a year or so ago,
I ran into Rodney at the greengrocer,
and I saw his eyes.
I saw his eyes, and I knew those eyes.
I knew them because they were...
Because they were your daughter's eyes.
I loved her like my own, your bastard child.
Richard.
No.
Four officers are dead over a domestic squabble?
I never realized that you'd go this far, Patricia.
And not over politics, not over some cause, but for love?
You, who insisted...
Who insisted that you couldn't be fully mine
while in the middle of a revolution.
You're a hypocrite. A phony.
(GO NOW! PLAYING)
We've already said
Goodbye
SlZABLE TED: Hey!
Stop!
Since you've got to go Oh, you had better
Go now, go now, go now
I don't want you to tell me just what you intend to do now
'Cause how many times do I have to tell you darlin', darlin'
I'm still in love with you now
Whoa oh oh oh
We've already said
So long
I don't wanna see you go Oh, you'd better
Go now, go now
'Cause how many times do I have to tell you darlin', darlin'
I'm still in love with you now
That poor little girl. This whole thing had nothing to do with her.
And everything to do with her.
MAN ON RADIO: Only thing I can tell you,
as this crowd starts getting warmed up
-for this big fight... -SAM: What are you guys doing here?
RAY: What's it look like we're doing, Tyler?
Fight starts in 45 minutes,
and thanks to Chris over here, these are our ringside seats.
(SAM LAUGHS)
-But I'm ordering pizza. -RAY: Yeah, big deal.
So are you guys looking for a place to watch the fight?
Yeah.
I know a place.
(ROCK MUSlC PLAYING)
(COMMENTATOR SPEAKlNG ON TV)
Thank God, it's still the undercard!
RAY: How'd you know about this place, Spaceman?
SAM: Well, you know, I live around the corner.
-I walk by it. I don't go in. -So you're a saint.
SAM: There was a big sign that said the fight was on, so...
You know, one day you're not gonna have to come
to a strip bar to watch a fight.
RAY: Well, that's a day I hope I never see.
(MEN LAUGHING)
Hey, I'm feeling so confident about Norton,
what do you say we triple the bet?
You're on. I'm a sucker for the underdog.
GENE: All right.
-Not bad, huh, Danny? -DANNY: This is great.
I'm sorry about your dad.
-I'm glad you could make it, Gene. -DANNY: Thank you.
-I'm glad you brought your friend. -DANNY: Appreciate it.
SlZABLE TED: Sorry to hear about your dad.
Thanks a lot.
-You'll do it? Thank you. -No problem.
-And what have we here? -Two burning questions for you guys.
Made to order.
(MEN LAUGHING)
(ROCKET MAN PLAYING)
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
Run back there, honey, and have them make one more
for my friend here.
And all this science I don't understand
DR. GOLDMAN: I think you know, Sam,
that when things we care about go away,
it can be easy to forget our place in the journey.
That's why I think I'm ready to start living here in 1 973.
How did you come to that conclusion?
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Till touchdown brings me round again to find
Because there are some things here
that make breaking down those walls absolutely worthwhile.
Because I think I have to begin to make peace with the now.
But I have to tell you, Doctor, that as long as I'm here,
I can never, ever stop trying to find my way home.
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time