to cover me.
He may have a windshield wiper.
Maybe he used the ticket.
Maybe it is on all the time now.
What is this place?
Where am I now?
Danny, do you have a place
I can sit down?
Yes. Come on.
Nick!
Danny, I was so worried.
Are you okay?
Did you see what happened?
No, I slept in here until I woke up
at 2 a.m. I figured you had gone home.
No, I was in the movie!
I am getting up in the years.
Define "in".
Whitney kissed me! I drove a crane
and dropped Leo the Fart in a tar pit!
I was with Jack Slater
every step of the way!
Oh, my God...
The ticket works?
All this time I never used it,
because I was too frightened.
But it is not too late.
I can still go visit.
Garbo in "Camille".
Jean Harlow. Boy, I had a crush.
Monroe in "Bus Stop".
Forgive me for going on, sir.
I admire your work greatly, too.
- Nick, it is not who you think.
- You mean, it is...?
This is a wonderful moment,
Mr. Slater.
I have never met
a fictional character before.
How new and exciting
this must all be for you.
I have just found out
I am imaginary.
How would you like
to have been made up?
Your job, your marriage, your kids.
Let us push his son off the building.
You will have eternal nightmares,
but you are fictional, so who cares?
I do not find it new and exciting
that my whole life is a damn movie.
You are young and impressionable.
There are worse things than movies.
Politicians, wars, forest fires.
Famine, plague.
- Sickness, pain, warts, politicians.
- You have already mentioned them.
I know. They are twice as bad
as anything else.
Most of my life has been movies, too.
But that is all over for me now.
The theatre is shut.
Soon it is the wrecking ball.
But now I have a new chance.
Can I have the ticket back?
We have one little... hiccup.
- What do you mean?
- Benedict has the ticket.
The madman with the glass eye?
- How are you getting back?
- Good question.
But I would not want to
nit-pick, right, Danny?
Just follow my lead.
Where have you been?
Do you know what time it is?
The police call,
you are nowhere to be found...
- Mom, I am sorry, okay?
- "Okay"?
There are kids with guns everywhere
and that is all you have to say?
- Get in here!
- Mom, wait.
You always say you wish
I had more friends. Well...
Hello, Mrs. Madigan.
Arnold Braunschweiger.
Sweetheart,
do you want to have a party?
- How old are you?
- Forget it.
Take his shoes, man!
Take his shoes?
No screams.
No sirens.
Excuse me!
Excuse me.
I am sorry to bother you.
Would you help me test a theory?
- Sure. What can I do for you?
- Well...
Hello? I have just shot somebody.
I did it on purpose.
I said, I have murdered a man
and I want to confess.
Shut up down there!
You look uncannily like him,
only you are much more intelligent.
Good morning, good afternoon.
What kind of eggs do you want?
Scrambled.
Have you guys been up all night?
Why did you not tell me
Jack was a cop -
- and that you spent the night
looking at mug shots?
Why did you not tell me
you had no friends?
And why do you go to the movies at
night and make your mother worried?
- You have turned him into a wimp.
- I think not. Toast?
No thanks.
Jack, are you okay?
We talked. I have never just talked
to a woman before. It is neat.
Neat?
Wimp. Next they will be
talking about sex.
Me and Jack are going out.
I am helping him on a case.
Oh, no. Your licence to kill has expired.
Come and eat some eggs.
I have to help. I am the only witness.
Like in that Harrison Ford movie.
There is no comparison.
- We are not Jewish.
- Amish.
Irene, do not worry.
There are 8 million in the city
and I am good at catching people.
And the future of the world
may be at stake...
Can you turn this up?
- What is that?
- Mozart.
- The guy Practice killed?
- That is right, Jack.
Do you like classical music?
I do not know. I think I will.
- Did you say who you really were?
- Yes. A cop from L.A.
- I mean really.