[Jerry's latest passenger sighs contendedly as they pull away from the curb.]
The sound of love.
Passenger Excuse me?
That, what you just did. [imitates sigh] That's love.
Passenger Love's just a pretty way of saying, "I want to sleep with you."
Admit it. I saw you kiss her. This is the street where love lives.
Passenger Love is bullshit.
Love give you wings. It makes you fly. I don't even call it love. I call it "Geronimo".
Passenger Geronimo?
Yeah, Geronimo. See, when you're in love, you'll jump off the Empire State and you won't care. Screaming, "Geronimo" all the way down. It's great.
Passenger Yeah, but then you'll die. You'll squash yourself. So what's the point?
Hey, aren't you listening? I'm telling you, man -- love gives you wings!
Passenger [laughs]
She must be some girl.
Flip [news vendor] [The street is flooded when Jerry stops to pick up his daily stack of newspapers.]
Water main broke all the way up on 40th Street and 7th Avenue. They say the subway's a damn river.
Flip What's up, Jerry? What you thinking?
Well... water mains don't usually break unless it's wintertime. The, uh, pipes burst open because it's cold. And.. it's only the First of October.
Flip Reminds me of life in the Delta.
Yeah. Mississippi, all right.
Flip Mekong, my friend. Mekong.
Hey, Flip... did I ever tell you that the whole Vietnam War was fought over a bet that Howard Hughes lost to Aristotle Onassis?
David Berkowitz, Ted Bundy, Richard Speck…
Serial killers. Serial killers only have two names, you ever notice that? But lone-gunman assassins, they always have three names. John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, Mark David Chapman…
John Hinckley. He shot Reagan. He only has two names.
Yeah, but he only just shot Reagan. Reagan didn't die. If Reagan had died, I'm pretty sure… we probably would all know what John Hinckley's middle name was.
[Jerry's silent captors are strapping him down in a wheelchair.]
So, you guys must be spooks, right? Spooks? C.I.A.? Come on, say something. Please?
[The spooks start duct-taping his limbs in place]
I was right! I was right! Uh... what was I right about?
[A blindingly bright light is shined in his face]
I wasn't right about anything. I was wrong. I was wrong!
...
To whom have you been talking, Jerry?
Talking? I talk to all kinds of people. I mean, I drive a cab. I talk to people all day long.
Who else knows what we know?
What we... what do we know?
[sternly]
Who else knows what we know, Jerry?
What? Tell me what. What do we know? What do we know? If I know what we know, then I could tell you what we know, and if someone else knows. Okay? I mean, it's... you gotta be more specific.
...
[Dr. Jonas holds up a syringe full of an unknown chemical.]
Wh-what is that?
[Jerry is struggling with security guards, demanding to see Alice Sutton.]
I am an American citizen! I have a right to be here!
Officers! Officers, please! I'm Alice Sutton. I'll take it from here.
[suddenly calm]
Hi, Alice.
You need to start making appointments.
Uh... can I make one now? Say, in a couple of minutes? I can wait if you're busy.
I don't see the connection.
You don't see the connection? Come on. Six major earthquakes in the last three-and-a-half years, and the space shuttle up in orbit for every single one of 'em. Don't you think that's a little strange?
Testing some top-secret seismic weapon?
No, not testing. Using. Nukes are pass?. We're talking weapon of the future.
Okay, but I still don't see what it has to do with the president.
The president is in Europe at the moment, and tomorrow he'll be, uh, in Turkey. Right here, along this fault line. And they sent up a space shuttle yesterday.
Motive? How about fifty billion dollars, how's that for a motive? The president's cutting funding for NASA, the milk-cow of the aerospace industry. And that's a lot of milk.
Um, so... you're telling me that NASA is going to kill the president of the United States with an earthquake
It's not the kind of thing a Secret Service agent can, like, just throw himself on top of, is it?
...
Now, I have to go. My boss is looking to yell at me.
Oh. Do you want me to talk to him? You know, smooth things out for you?
No, Jerry. I want you to go home, or wherever it is that you go. And I want you to make an appointment next time. Please? You can't just keep bursting in here.
That's... it's just what they'd be expecting me to do. If I make an appointment --
Jerry. I have a serious job here. I have a boss I must answer to. Do you understand that?
Okay. Okay, deal. So, are you gonna warn him?
[exasperated sigh]
The president.
I'm not gonna promise you anything, okay?
Is that one of those new hundreds? You know, where they changed the picture of Ben Franklin? Look at him, yeah. He looks like the love child of-of, uh, Fred Mertz and Rosie O'Donnell! Yeah, that's him, yeah. Get rid of it as soon as you can, lady. Look at it up in the light. You see that metal strip? That's a tracking device!
