It Happened Tomorrow

Dear great Grandma...

...and dear great Grandpa...

...this is for both of you.

Dear great Grandma...

...and dear great Grandpa...

...we all love you.

This is from the family

on your olden annie.

Golden, darling.

Golden?

Golden anniversary.

Yes. That means they've been

married 50 years.

on your Golden anniversary.

Very good, Sylvia. Don't be upset.

Are you ready, Amelia?

- Yes, Andrew.

Believe me if all those

Endearing young charms

Which I gaze on so fondly today

Were to change by tomorrow

And fleet in my arms,

Like fairy gifts fading away

Thou would'st still be adored

As this moment thou art...

What's wrong, Andrew?

They're arguing.

Dear great Grandma...

...and dear great Grandpa...

No, No, Larry, you mustn't.

I simply won't let you do it.

For 50 years you've kept me

from publishing this.

Because I love you.

I don't want you to be laughed at.

But, at least, I want

to read it to my family.

They'll never believe it

unless they hear it from me.

I've heard it for 50 long years

and I still don't believe it.

Now, come on dear,

the children are waiting.

They might think we're arguing!

But I'm not arguing, my love.

This story is true.

It tells what happened to me.

Now Larry.

You just don't believe in miracles.

Don't try to tell it, darling.

Nobody believes in miracles nowadays.

...gloomy winter

Then reigns o'er us no more.

I would not die in Springtime...

...When all is bright around...

...And fair young flowers

are peeping...

...From out the silent ground.

When life is on the water...

...And joy upon the shore

For winter, gloomy winter...

Then reigns o'er us no more.

I would not die in Springtime...

What is this?

A newspaper office or a saloon?

A newspaper office Mr Gordon.

- Have a drink Mr Gordon?

- I never drink.

I mean in this office.

But, Mr Gordon.

This is my party.

I'm saying farewell to the dead.

Dead?

- Who died, Stevens?

- 500 people.

500 obituaries that I've written.

Well, no more obit's for me.

Remember the front page

is written in the morning.

If you are going to be a reporter,

from now on better get to sleep early

I can go to sleep

right now Mr Gordon.

Hey look!

I'm going to sleep right now!

Careful, my boy. You're laying

right in the middle of 1843.

Well, not a bad place to sleep Pops!

A bed of ancient news!

Well, you just be careful

with my files.

Ah, there's nothing as dead

as yesterday's news!

Yesterday's news?

You've no imagination, young man.

News is what happens.

What's the difference whether

it happens 50 years ago...

...or tomorrow?

You mean, Will happen tomorrow.

No. Time is only an illusion.

Look. March 18, 1875.

To the people then,

this was the future; wasn't it?

Well, supposing we were all living

on that date in 1875...

...and I arrived with this book.

I can tell you everything

that will happen.

Well, give me the one for the year

we're living in now Pop...

and you can name your own price!

But it's here, my boy.

They're all here.

Look.

19th century

20th century.

I can't quite see the 20th, Pop.

Unfortunately we can't.

But if we could...

Look...

We know what will happen

in say...1906.

That's too far away, Pop. I'd like

to know what'll happen next year.

No. Just 24 hours from now!

I did the front page

with my first story.

That's what I want Pop,

tomorrow's newspaper. How much?

No, Larry. No.

Don't ask a thing like that

Oh, come on.

Come on, lets have it Pop, Huh?

I wish I could

Then you'd learn

it's no good to know the future

We've all got to die someday..

...but, if we knew the day.

Even if it was 20 years off...

I'd have a corking good time

for 20 years.

My boy. Every day

of your life would be poisoned.

If I knew where I could get

tomorrows newspaper...

...I'd give 10 years

of my life for it.

How do you know you've got 10 years?

He's got you there, Larry.

Forget about tomorrow.

Do you want me to tell you what's

gonna happen in the next 5 minutes?

Sure.

- We'll all be thirsty.

There's no more beer.

I'm gonna hope

that somebody else buys it.

- Wanna come along, Pop?

- No, I haven't time.

- See you tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Wait a minute, fellas.

Wait a minute.

If you're interested in the future,

look there.

Cigolini.

With a name like that

he'll tell your future in Italian.

Yeah, and you won't know

what he's talking about.

He won't either.

He's just a faker.

- Yeah, but look at the girl!

- Yeah, she's pretty; that's no fake.

That's a fake too.

They all look good on posters.

What we need is a drink.

Come on.

Inside, you'll find

she's fair, fat and forty!

And now, my friend. Tell me, what is

the number in the case of your watch.

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- You have a watch, haven't you?

- Oh, for sure.

- May I see it please?

- Well, I had it...

Well, look...

There is your watch now.

It's funny how these

trifles get misplaced.

Sylvia. Do you hear me?

I hear you.

Now, listen carefully.

Do you see inside

the case of this watch?

I will try.

Tell me, what is the number

inside the case of this watch?

Two, Seven, Nine...

Oh, I can't.

You've got to Sylvia.

I compel you.

Three, Three, Five...

...Ninety-four.

Aha!

Is that correct my friend?

Thank you very much.

Thank you Sir. Step right down

- Can we have another chair please?

- Yes, Sir.

Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

My friend, she cannot hear you

she only hears the voice of The Cigolini.

She is in a trance.

Then tell her I beg her pardon.

Young man,

she is unaware of your presence...

...she can only see the invisible.

Could you make me invisible?

That you can do for yourself.

By sitting down!

Thank you.

And now, my friend,

what is your question?

I gave it to you.

Sure, Sure.

Tell me, my friend,

is this your handwriting?

That's it alright.

We get this question here

every night.

Miss Sylvia has unveiled

this part of the future.

I'm very sorry my friend

but you lose your bet.

William McKinley

is a very worthy man.

Sorry, Sorry...

...but the republican party

don't have no chance

The next President of United States

will be William Jennings Bryan.

Thank you, my friend.

That is all.

And now ladies and gentlemen,

at this time...

Just a minute, there's a seor here

who don't seem to agree with me.

Tell me, what are you

a republican?

Professor, I have a question.

It concerns a certain young lady.

And you want to know if she's going

to have the misfortune to marry you?

Is that it?

All I want to know is whether

she'll have lunch with me tomorrow.

Young seor wants to know...

if the girl he loves is going to

have lunch with him tomorrow.

- Yes, she will.

- Thank you.

But I'd like to know

where we'll meet.

My friend, that you have to arrange

with the lady yourself.

That I'd like to do, but

she can't hear me. She's in a trance.

Just a minute, my good friend...

...Cigolini has put the

young lady's mind to sleep...

...and Cigolini is not sure

just when she is going to awaken.

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