Ghost Whisperer (2005–2010): Season 1, Episode 14 - Last Execution - full transcript
The spirit of a man follows Melinda home from an art gallery. This ghost haunts Melinda into getting in touch with his daughter who is having serious problems since his death. Meanwhile Jim is sued for trying to help a woman after her injury.
My name is Melinda Gordon.
I just got married, just
moved to a small town,
just opened up an antique shop.
I might be just like you.
Except from the time
that I was a little girl,
I knew that I could
talk to the dead.
It's all right, honey.
Earthbound spirits, my
grandmother called them,
the ones who have
not crossed over
because they have unfinished
business with the living.
And they come to me for help.
To tell you my story, I
have to tell you theirs.
Do you have to
suffer to be an artist?
No. I think it just gives you
an edge over the competition.
I mean, wouldn't you
trade an ear for immortality?
How about a finger?
I got 10 of those.
You guys got to hear yourselves.
These are amazing.
I don't now, they're
a little bleak for me.
Well, life can be bleak.
Another optimist heard
from. What are you drinking?
He's just tired.
Look at the eyes.
They're the eyes of a killer.
Clete Youngblood
murdered a man in '89
and spent years on death row.
Last man hanged
in the state in '93.
Rumor has it that a German
industrialist bought the whole collection,
and right after this, it's
being shipped off to Europe.
All right, how did
we get invited to this?
Oh, see that guy over there?
Yeah.
Came into the shop last week.
Alan Rowe. A tad bit pompous.
You lying son of a
bitch. Hello, Leslie.
You told me you were
honoring Clete Youngblood.
This isn't supposed to
be about an execution.
This isn't about a killer!
This is supposed to be
about an artist and his work!
That is why I lent
you the painting!
Not for this!
Someone call security!
Hey, hey, Miss. Let's go.
Let go of me! Let her go.
This is mine!
Let her go.
Don't look at me.
You're the fools here.
Celebrating a man's execution.
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, Rowe.
You're right, you're right.
I should've let you
know what I had in mind.
Now, please, take your painting
and go home before I call the police.
No, I'm not finished.
Yes, you are. Take her out.
Help her.
Help her.
Help her.
Can you see us?
Excuse me. If I could just
talk to you for a minute, please.
My name is Melinda.
What do you want?
Your painting.
There's something very special
about it. Where did you get it?
It was given to
me by the artist.
Wow, It's so valuable.
Well, yeah? You think?
Well, maybe I should sell it.
Oh, maybe I
should sell it to you.
Then I'd be able to
buy pretty dresses
and go to swanky
parties, like you do.
Okay, I'm sorry I bothered you.
Look, I...
He was my father, the artist.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Of course you
didn't. I barely knew.
He died when I was eight.
Look, I know this is
gonna sound weird,
but do you ever feel
your father's presence?
All the time.
He's always with me.
If I didn't think he
was watching me
and I was going through
this crap all by myself...
My father was a genius.
You don't kill genius.
He wasn't a murderer.
He didn't deserve
to die. He was set up.
He was an innocent man.
If you ever wanna talk...
I talk too much.
Everything okay?
I don't know.
That girl. There's
something about that painting.
Hey, do they...
Do they still hang people?
I'm sure they do somewhere.
What about here?
The last man executed by
hanging in the United States
was Billy Bailey,
September 25, 1996, Delaware.
Impressed, huh?
How did you know that?
I read it in the
brochure. Come on. Oh.
He chose hanging
over lethal injection.
He was a purist.
Could you cut it out?
I got to go home to
an empty apartment.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Bye-bye.
Sweet dreams.
Night.
So,
that was fun.
Yeah. We should
do that more often.
How about tomorrow?
Oh, I can't. I'm busy.
Married.
Oh. Yeah.
Well, you didn't
tell me about that.
What the...
Oh, my god. Am I bleeding?
No. It's... It's paint.
Paint? Yeah.
In my hair. Yeah, paint.
Gross. We'll get it out.
It had to have come
from the gallery.
It figures the one night we
go out, I get paint in my hair.
It's not too much.
Don't touch it.
It's not funny.
All right. Oh, I'm
gonna go wash this off.
Oh. The shower's broken.
Again? I forgot to tell you.
I'll fix it tomorrow.
You could use the kitchen
sink. I do it all the time.
I really wish you
hadn't told me that.
Jim! Jim!
Jim!
Jim!
Jim! Jim!
It's going to be all
right, it's gonna be okay.
It won't turn off!
Cut it. Cut it.
Jim! Jim!
Hey.
It's all right, babe.
What happened? What happened?
W-We're not alone.
It's still here.
Come on. It's all right.
It's okay.
You're all right.
Hey.
Hey, you're here early.
Yeah. I couldn't sleep.
Oh, what's that gonna be?
The house I grew up in.
Wow. You cut your hair.
In a manner of speaking.
Who did it? Jim
and Freddy Krueger.
It's a long story.
Coffee? I can't
keep my eyes open.
Yeah, I'll pay.
You know, it looks great.
You know, your hair, I mean.
Good. I'll make an
appointment for you.
Andrea.
Did anybody see
what happened here?
She tripped on the step.
Are you there? Can you
hear me? Can you hear me?
Is she okay?
There we go.
What happened?
Nothing. You just stopped
breathing for a little while.
Gave us a scare.
You saved my life.
Uh-uh. I was just in the
neighborhood. Now, you relax.
Oh, thank you,
thank you, thank you.
You relax. All right. This good
man's gonna take care of you.
Relax until the
ambulances get here.
All the ladies love him.
Man, maybe I should start
fainting in front of firehouses.
Are you kidding me? They
would knock each other down
to get to you. Paramedics,
cops, boy scouts.
Well, that's not the
house I grew up in.
Fascinating, isn't it?
You know, the man I
bought these things from
found them hidden in the wall
of a prison he helped renovate,
you know, as if someone
were ashamed of it.
Of all the means of execution,
hanging to me seems the
most cruel, don't you think?
I'm not really crazy
about any of them.
Yeah, but, no, no. Think of...
Think of this. In the late 1800s,
it was a sign of
class and breeding
when you could afford to pay
children to hang on your legs
after you dropped
through the trapdoor
to ensure a quick death.
Do you know any
happy stories, Mr. Rowe?
I'm sorry. Ooh,
this is colorful.
It's a Youngblood, isn't it?
Where'd you get this?
I found it in my
shop this morning.
I don't understand.
Neither do I.
The paint's still fresh.
Strange, huh?
You know, whoever did
this was obviously an expert.
Same thick brush
strokes, same color palette.
Even has Clete's
mark in the corner.
But as we know,
dead men don't paint.
And I know every
one of his pieces,
so, if I haven't seen
it, it doesn't exist.
What are you gonna
do with this thing?
Well, I was hoping to show it
to Clete Youngblood's daughter.
Why would you wanna do that?
Well, that would be
between me and Leslie.
Do you know where
I might find her?
You know, my advice to you, Miss
Gordon, would be to steer clear.
She's got her father's
temper. I know.
I've been dealing with her
erratic behavior for years.
Were you a friend of the family?
There is no family.
Clete went to jail
when she was four.
At eight he was executed.
Over the years, she's convinced
herself that he was innocent,
that they murdered him.
Do you think Clete was innocent?
We got him one of the
top attorneys in town.
We gave him the
best defense we could.
He was broke, of course.
Paid me back in paintings.
You didn't answer my question.
Sorry. It'll have to do.
Now, getting back to Leslie.
I don't think she's stable.
Noted. Do you have her address?
She probably wouldn't
want me to give it to you.
So, I will.
Going away?
My landlord lost his sense of
humor about not being paid.
Sorry. So where
you gonna go now?
Nowhere. I'm here.
You're gonna live in your van?
Look, what do you want?
How did you find me?
Alan Rowe gave me your address.
Are you a friend of his?
No. Well, that's something
you've got going for you.
Hey, I really wanna help you.
What, are you gonna offer
me money or something?
What am I, a
charity case to you?
Well, you could always
sell your father's painting.
Yeah, I'd rather live in the
street than sell this painting.
It's all I have left of him. It
keeps me connected to him.
I understand.
Yeah? What do you understand?
That he's still with you.
Look, I don't need
your pity, lady.
I can take care of myself.
Leslie, please, your
father's still here.
I mean, really
here. I've seen him.
What did you just say?
Your father's
spirit is still here.
And I know how this
sounds, so please forgive me.
He's still here and he
has a message for you.
And if you could just let me show
you what he left for me. Please!
Leslie, I have to show you.
Where did you come from?
Yeah, I don't know why somebody
would do that either, Mr. Rowe.
But there you have it.
The bag was in my car.
Well, if you wouldn't mind.
Yeah. That would,
uh, save me a trip.
Okay. Thanks.
Bye.
Is it just me, or is
everyone in this town weird?
That's a rhetorical
question, right?
No. I want an answer. All right.
I think you have the
unique innate ability
to bring out the
strangeness in other people.
How does that sound?
Rather sweet.
I tried.
Hey. Andrea.
Can I talk to you for
a second outside?
She claims I injured her ribs and
bruised her while I was reviving her.
They're calling it negligence.
I can't believe it. You
saved that woman's life.
How can she get away with this?
She's got a doctor's
report, a lawyer.
And she's in the hospital.
It's pretty easy, actually.
You just fill out the forms.
The investigation begins.
Yeah, but aren't you protected
from this by the county?
That's the problem.
Technically, I was off-duty.
Yeah, she's suing me personally,
the squad, the village of
Grandview, the county of Driscoll.
What are you gonna do?
Stay focused.
What can I do?
I just wanted to tell you
what was going on. Okay.
Call me. I will.
Bye.
Damn.
Why are you doing
this? What do you want?
Please.
Make this stop.
Make what stop?
Help Leslie so this can stop.
Make what stop?
Sometimes spirits who've died
a violent death get stuck here,
reliving the final moments
over and over again.
And maybe, maybe that's
what's happening here.
He wants to say
something to his daughter.
I keep trying to
get them together.
How close are you
gonna get to this one?
As close as I have
to, I guess. Yeah.
Oh. Oh, man.
You know, it's just a
glass. We have others.
I know.
But I like that one.
Watch your feet.
Hey. How you doing?
Just got this deposition
hanging over my head, you know?
Oh, I'm sorry. I was
going on about my stuff.
It's like you say, "our stuff."
You know,
Tooch thinks this is gonna
taint me no matter what.
I mean, it's like
it's on my record.
Is this the same Bobby Tooch
who tried to dry his
underwear in the stove
and almost set
his kitchen on fire?
Yeah.
Look,
all I'm saying is don't sit around
and wait for something to happen.
Why don't you go talk
to this lady, you know?
Show her who you are.
Try to reason with her.
You, you can be hard to resist.
Oh, yeah? Mmm-hmm.
It was his socks. What?
He set his socks on
fire, not his underwear.
Oh. My sincerest apologies
for my rush to judgment.
Who's that? Is that Geraldo?
Um, Mrs. Reese, can I
talk to you for a minute?
I thought you were on the box.
You look like Geraldo.
Geraldo has a giant mustache.
He could've shaved.
Mrs. Reese, I... I don't know
if you remember me or not.
Of course I do, Mr. Clancy.
Nice to see you again.
And please, call me Brenda.
Brenda, I just wanted to
talk to you to see if we could
try to find a solution
to this problem
without going to the courts.
My lawyer wouldn't like this.
Mrs. Reese, I'm
trained to save lives.
That's what I do for a living.
What I did that
day in the square,
it was second nature.
I didn't think about it.
You needed help.
I gave it to you.
But you did it too hard, hon.
You hurt my ribs.
I'm all bruised up.
Because you fell down on
concrete before I even got there.
I can barely move. I
can't even lift my arms.
Look, hon, it's
nothing personal.
My lawyer tells me I've got
to do this. So I listen to him.
No, it is personal.
It goes on my record.
There are legal fees.
But the county has money
put aside for things like this.
I just want to get
what I'm entitled to.
What you're entitled to.
All right.
Uh...
Could you fix it, sweetie?
Thank you.
Well, it's all there, Mr. Rowe.
Thanks for coming by to get it.
So is this part of the plan,
or would it have been
better for you to come to me?
What plan?
I don't know. Whatever
you and Leslie are hatching.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, I think you do.
Leslie's got you convinced
that there's been some great
injustice done to the Youngblood name.
The only thing she's
convinced me of
is that she's angry and broke.
Broke? Yes.
And yet oddly enough she
can still afford art classes
at the Wellins Institute.
Oh, and by the way, if there
could ever be money better spent...
Miss Gordon, don't
let her fool you.
Interesting work.
God, you scared
the hell out of me.
Yeah. I get a lot of that.
Um, I always wished
that I could draw,
paint.
Well, that makes two of us.
Another thing my father
neglected to leave me was talent.
No, I disagree.
I think you're very talented.
What do you want?
I need you to take
a look at this for me.
Where'd you get this?
It showed up at my shop.
The paint was still wet.
Well, that's impossible.
This is his work. No one
could fake it that perfectly.
Yeah, I keep seeing this,
even at the gallery. What is it?
When I was little,
no matter what my dad was
doing, or who he was with,
he always would
drop everything for me.
One Sunday after
church, I went to the beach
and when I got home
I gave him a present.
A seashell I found.
You'd think I'd given him a
million bucks the way he acted.
He was so happy.
That's how he was with me.
He could always make
me feel so important.
So loved.
We did everything together.
He told me to always look
for that shell on his paintings
so that I would know he was
thinking about me when he worked.
He put that mark on
every one of his paintings.
He had that shell in his
hands on the day he died.
How can you know that?
I saw it. He showed me.
Why are you doing this?
I'm helping your father.
He's trying to reach
you through me.
If I thought
there was a chance
I could really...
If I had one more chance
to talk to my father...
Leslie, please, just trust me.
You almost had me, lady.
You are very cruel.
Very cruel.
Ooh, these are pretty.
Yeah, and expensive.
Is this a bad time, or
should I come back?
No, it's fine.
Are you all right?
I caught some punk
trying to steal my van.
I realized it's not safe to
keep my father's painting there.
Maybe you could
hold on to it for me.
Of course. We'd be honored.
I'll put it in a safe place.
It's just until I get
myself squared away.
There's a job at
the art institute.
Just cleaning up and stuff.
But they might give me a room.
Is that all?
Well, you know it's not.
Can I see...
Will you show me that
other painting again?
It's his.
I can feel it.
Please tell me how you got this.
I already did.
I wanna believe, I swear.
But I can't.
If I did and it was a lie, I...
I'd die. I'd just die.
I can't have my
heart broken again.
Hey.
You wanna take a walk?
Rowe discovered my father.
He lent him money
and he took care of him.
And then when he went to
prison, he became his supplier.
Brushes, paints, canvas,
anything he needed.
From then on, my dad
thought he was a saint
and totally trusted him.
But you never did.
Not even as a kid.
Every time I saw my dad,
Rowe was always around.
The last year he was alive,
I only saw him three times.
That must have been
hard. You were so young.
Oh, he was the one sitting in
prison for something he didn't do,
accused of murdering a
man he didn't even know.
Yeah, how did that happen?
Well, they've only told
me pieces of the story.
I've had to fill in the blanks.
My father's girlfriend
turned out to be married.
She said that her
husband abused her
and that she needed
him to save her.
But all she really wanted
was to see her husband dead.
Go, go.
She set my dad up.
Help! Somebody, anybody.
When the cops started asking
questions, she accused my dad.
He was arrested, and then
he let Rowe handle everything.
The lawyers, the defense.
What did Rowe get out of it?
All the paintings.
My father signed
everything over to him.
For his defense, Rowe said.
And then when he died,
Rowe just took them all.
Said he had a contract.
All I got was the one painting
he gave me from prison.
Well, there's got to be s-some
legal steps, I mean, something.
I'm sure there is. But it
takes money and years.
I hope you appreciate the fact
that I don't have to
do this, Miss Gordon.
Then why are you?
Because Clete was a friend.
And even though
Leslie's clearly damaged,
I'd like her to have some peace
of mind about Clete's intentions.
How can Leslie end up
with only one painting?
Look, I never made any
claims on the self-portrait
although I had
every right to do that.
Oh, you are a piece
of work, Mr. Rowe.
Hey, don't patronize
me, Miss Gordon.
You don't know anything about my
relationship with Clete Youngblood.
I made him.
And given his self-destructive
tendencies, that was no easy task.
Now, what I couldn't do
was take the gun out of his
hands the night he killed someone.
Maybe that's what Leslie has
against me. She says he's innocent.
Yeah, she does.
Who bought the paintings, Rowe?
Where are you sending them?
To a gallery in Munich.
I hope that satisfies
your curiosity.
Is this your father's signature?
I guess so.
You know, Leslie, your father
had a quality that you sorely lack.
Gratitude.
You son of a bitch!
You may have had my
father fooled, but not me!
No, no, no. Not for a second!
Come on. Not like that. Come on.
I'm not a lawyer, but
the contract seemed real.
Look, there's no use
trying to figure this out.
People like Rowe,
they're powerful.
When they line up against
you, there's nothing you can do.
Just look what happened to my
dad. An innocent man hanged.
He's here. Where?
What? What is it?
Tell her I'm sorry,
for everything.
Dad?
Look in the back. The back.
What? What
happened? Was he here?
Yes. And he said that he's
sorry, sorry for everything.
And then he said,
"Look in the back."
The back? The back of what?
It's a double canvas.
Well, maybe there's
something in between.
We'll have to cut it open.
The painting could be destroyed.
Your father needs
us to see inside.
When you called, I assumed you
meant an x-ray of the human variety.
Well, Kev, I
assumed if I told you
it was of the valuable
painting variety,
you would've said no.
Good assumption. You
better get behind the shield.
Why do I feel like I'm suddenly
in a Steve McQueen movie?
Yeah, me too.
That your husband?
He's a good man.
A righteous man.
You tell him that
Brenda Reese is a liar.
She's no more hurt than I am.
Her husband's
putting her up to it.
I heard him talking about it
when he came to take her home.
I'd tell him myself,
but I don't want him to find
me out here in this hallway.
They think a old lady
can't get around on her own.
I understand.
I'll tell him.
Thanks.
Something's
definitely back there.
Looks like it. Now what?
We operate.
It's the same contract Rowe has.
Except this one says
that you own 85 percent
of every sale of your
father's paintings.
Now I know what he meant.
I was visiting my
father in prison
and I didn't know then,
but they were gonna
hang him that night.
He knew he was never
gonna see me again.
Don't look so scared.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I made this for you.
Only you.
Always remember how much
fun we had painting together.
You're gonna have to
be a big girl now, honey.
And remember one more thing.
Everything you need
is in this painting.
It's all yours.
And always remember
how much your daddy loves you.
All right, let's go.
Why are you crying, Daddy?
I love you.
He never trusted Rowe either.
Why else would he hide
the contract in the painting?
Leslie, your life
is about to change.
Wait a minute. Wait.
Isn't Rowe about
to sell the paintings?
Like hell he is.
Hey, take a break, fellas.
It's not going anywhere yet.
Stop raising your voice.
You cheated me and
you cheated my father.
Take me to court then, Leslie.
See if a jury buys a contract
between a murderer
and an eight-year-old.
It'll take years and
every penny you've got.
Can you wait that long?
Can you outspend me?
I don't think so.
This paper means nothing.
Tell him to give my
daughter what is hers.
He wants his daughter
to have those paintings.
That's the only thing
he's ever wanted.
Clete Youngblood is dead,
and those paintings are mine.
Mr. Rowe, unless you wanna
spend every day of your life
being hanged over
and over again,
I suggest you do
the right thing here.
No, no, no.
Enough.
Does Leslie get the paintings?
Yes. Yes, she can
have the paintings.
She can burn 'em for all I
care. Just get out of here.
Get out! Now!
Get out of here!
♪ All of the bad things you do ♪
♪
They're gonna come back to you ♪
♪ Bad things come back in twos ♪
♪ You're gonna feel it ♪
♪ The same way that they did ♪
♪ Your karma will come through ♪
♪ It will come through ♪
♪ Soon enough ♪
♪ It will come through ♪
♪ Soon enough ♪
♪ It will come through ♪
♪ Soon enough ♪
We always get our man.
Man, that was beautiful.
Thanks a lot, Tooch.
Hey, no problem.
I never had more fun following
an old lady around for a week.
But how did you
know she was faking?
Well, you know,
Melinda just had a...
Had what?
Let's say she had a hunch.
Lunch is on me. Come on.
As part of settlement with Rowe,
I got the paintings
and took over the lease.
Well, I love what you
haven't done to the place.
So, how does it feel to
have your own gallery?
Oh, it feels good.
I think my dad would be proud.
Tell her she did a good job.
He's here.
And he's really happy.
Dad.
Tell her I'm sorry
for everything.
He wants you to know
that he's really sorry...
No, no, no, no. You don't
have to be sorry for anything.
I'm going to fight for
you and clear your name.
Tell her I don't want
her to clear my name.
She can't clear my name.
I'm a murderer.
One night she called me.
Told me where to meet her.
It was cold.
I wanted to get her
away from that bastard.
Go, go.
It was stupid.
It was crazy.
But I did it.
He killed him.
Leslie, he was guilty.
No, Daddy.
You couldn't have.
She has to stop being so angry.
I ruined my life.
No one else's fault but mine.
He doesn't want you
to blame anybody else.
If I had realized what
it would cost me...
That I would lose
you, lose everything.
What is he saying?
Uh...
He's saying that if he
could do it all again,
he would just take you away.
Just the two of you.
Somewhere where he could just
paint all day and nothing else.
I remember it, Dad.
I remember sitting on your lap,
watching you paint,
moving the colors around.
I remember, Dad. I remember.
I remember, too.
He remembers.
I see something.
A light.
I'm scared.
It's okay. It's just
your next step.
He's gonna cross over now.
No. Daddy, please don't go.
I've lived so long without you.
I'll always find a way
to watch over her.
She'll always feel me there.
Tell her
not to remember the man I was,
but the man that
she wanted me to be.
I will.
I love you, Daddy.
Goodbye, baby.
Thank you.
He's gone.
I don't feel alone anymore.
You're not.
Guys, we have got
to get that door open.
There's like 40 people
waiting out there.
Okay, you ready?
I'm ready. Let 'em in.
Come on in, folks.
Hi, Thomas. Hey.
Welcome to my father's show.
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I just got married, just
moved to a small town,
just opened up an antique shop.
I might be just like you.
Except from the time
that I was a little girl,
I knew that I could
talk to the dead.
It's all right, honey.
Earthbound spirits, my
grandmother called them,
the ones who have
not crossed over
because they have unfinished
business with the living.
And they come to me for help.
To tell you my story, I
have to tell you theirs.
Do you have to
suffer to be an artist?
No. I think it just gives you
an edge over the competition.
I mean, wouldn't you
trade an ear for immortality?
How about a finger?
I got 10 of those.
You guys got to hear yourselves.
These are amazing.
I don't now, they're
a little bleak for me.
Well, life can be bleak.
Another optimist heard
from. What are you drinking?
He's just tired.
Look at the eyes.
They're the eyes of a killer.
Clete Youngblood
murdered a man in '89
and spent years on death row.
Last man hanged
in the state in '93.
Rumor has it that a German
industrialist bought the whole collection,
and right after this, it's
being shipped off to Europe.
All right, how did
we get invited to this?
Oh, see that guy over there?
Yeah.
Came into the shop last week.
Alan Rowe. A tad bit pompous.
You lying son of a
bitch. Hello, Leslie.
You told me you were
honoring Clete Youngblood.
This isn't supposed to
be about an execution.
This isn't about a killer!
This is supposed to be
about an artist and his work!
That is why I lent
you the painting!
Not for this!
Someone call security!
Hey, hey, Miss. Let's go.
Let go of me! Let her go.
This is mine!
Let her go.
Don't look at me.
You're the fools here.
Celebrating a man's execution.
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, Rowe.
You're right, you're right.
I should've let you
know what I had in mind.
Now, please, take your painting
and go home before I call the police.
No, I'm not finished.
Yes, you are. Take her out.
Help her.
Help her.
Help her.
Can you see us?
Excuse me. If I could just
talk to you for a minute, please.
My name is Melinda.
What do you want?
Your painting.
There's something very special
about it. Where did you get it?
It was given to
me by the artist.
Wow, It's so valuable.
Well, yeah? You think?
Well, maybe I should sell it.
Oh, maybe I
should sell it to you.
Then I'd be able to
buy pretty dresses
and go to swanky
parties, like you do.
Okay, I'm sorry I bothered you.
Look, I...
He was my father, the artist.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Of course you
didn't. I barely knew.
He died when I was eight.
Look, I know this is
gonna sound weird,
but do you ever feel
your father's presence?
All the time.
He's always with me.
If I didn't think he
was watching me
and I was going through
this crap all by myself...
My father was a genius.
You don't kill genius.
He wasn't a murderer.
He didn't deserve
to die. He was set up.
He was an innocent man.
If you ever wanna talk...
I talk too much.
Everything okay?
I don't know.
That girl. There's
something about that painting.
Hey, do they...
Do they still hang people?
I'm sure they do somewhere.
What about here?
The last man executed by
hanging in the United States
was Billy Bailey,
September 25, 1996, Delaware.
Impressed, huh?
How did you know that?
I read it in the
brochure. Come on. Oh.
He chose hanging
over lethal injection.
He was a purist.
Could you cut it out?
I got to go home to
an empty apartment.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Bye-bye.
Sweet dreams.
Night.
So,
that was fun.
Yeah. We should
do that more often.
How about tomorrow?
Oh, I can't. I'm busy.
Married.
Oh. Yeah.
Well, you didn't
tell me about that.
What the...
Oh, my god. Am I bleeding?
No. It's... It's paint.
Paint? Yeah.
In my hair. Yeah, paint.
Gross. We'll get it out.
It had to have come
from the gallery.
It figures the one night we
go out, I get paint in my hair.
It's not too much.
Don't touch it.
It's not funny.
All right. Oh, I'm
gonna go wash this off.
Oh. The shower's broken.
Again? I forgot to tell you.
I'll fix it tomorrow.
You could use the kitchen
sink. I do it all the time.
I really wish you
hadn't told me that.
Jim! Jim!
Jim!
Jim!
Jim! Jim!
It's going to be all
right, it's gonna be okay.
It won't turn off!
Cut it. Cut it.
Jim! Jim!
Hey.
It's all right, babe.
What happened? What happened?
W-We're not alone.
It's still here.
Come on. It's all right.
It's okay.
You're all right.
Hey.
Hey, you're here early.
Yeah. I couldn't sleep.
Oh, what's that gonna be?
The house I grew up in.
Wow. You cut your hair.
In a manner of speaking.
Who did it? Jim
and Freddy Krueger.
It's a long story.
Coffee? I can't
keep my eyes open.
Yeah, I'll pay.
You know, it looks great.
You know, your hair, I mean.
Good. I'll make an
appointment for you.
Andrea.
Did anybody see
what happened here?
She tripped on the step.
Are you there? Can you
hear me? Can you hear me?
Is she okay?
There we go.
What happened?
Nothing. You just stopped
breathing for a little while.
Gave us a scare.
You saved my life.
Uh-uh. I was just in the
neighborhood. Now, you relax.
Oh, thank you,
thank you, thank you.
You relax. All right. This good
man's gonna take care of you.
Relax until the
ambulances get here.
All the ladies love him.
Man, maybe I should start
fainting in front of firehouses.
Are you kidding me? They
would knock each other down
to get to you. Paramedics,
cops, boy scouts.
Well, that's not the
house I grew up in.
Fascinating, isn't it?
You know, the man I
bought these things from
found them hidden in the wall
of a prison he helped renovate,
you know, as if someone
were ashamed of it.
Of all the means of execution,
hanging to me seems the
most cruel, don't you think?
I'm not really crazy
about any of them.
Yeah, but, no, no. Think of...
Think of this. In the late 1800s,
it was a sign of
class and breeding
when you could afford to pay
children to hang on your legs
after you dropped
through the trapdoor
to ensure a quick death.
Do you know any
happy stories, Mr. Rowe?
I'm sorry. Ooh,
this is colorful.
It's a Youngblood, isn't it?
Where'd you get this?
I found it in my
shop this morning.
I don't understand.
Neither do I.
The paint's still fresh.
Strange, huh?
You know, whoever did
this was obviously an expert.
Same thick brush
strokes, same color palette.
Even has Clete's
mark in the corner.
But as we know,
dead men don't paint.
And I know every
one of his pieces,
so, if I haven't seen
it, it doesn't exist.
What are you gonna
do with this thing?
Well, I was hoping to show it
to Clete Youngblood's daughter.
Why would you wanna do that?
Well, that would be
between me and Leslie.
Do you know where
I might find her?
You know, my advice to you, Miss
Gordon, would be to steer clear.
She's got her father's
temper. I know.
I've been dealing with her
erratic behavior for years.
Were you a friend of the family?
There is no family.
Clete went to jail
when she was four.
At eight he was executed.
Over the years, she's convinced
herself that he was innocent,
that they murdered him.
Do you think Clete was innocent?
We got him one of the
top attorneys in town.
We gave him the
best defense we could.
He was broke, of course.
Paid me back in paintings.
You didn't answer my question.
Sorry. It'll have to do.
Now, getting back to Leslie.
I don't think she's stable.
Noted. Do you have her address?
She probably wouldn't
want me to give it to you.
So, I will.
Going away?
My landlord lost his sense of
humor about not being paid.
Sorry. So where
you gonna go now?
Nowhere. I'm here.
You're gonna live in your van?
Look, what do you want?
How did you find me?
Alan Rowe gave me your address.
Are you a friend of his?
No. Well, that's something
you've got going for you.
Hey, I really wanna help you.
What, are you gonna offer
me money or something?
What am I, a
charity case to you?
Well, you could always
sell your father's painting.
Yeah, I'd rather live in the
street than sell this painting.
It's all I have left of him. It
keeps me connected to him.
I understand.
Yeah? What do you understand?
That he's still with you.
Look, I don't need
your pity, lady.
I can take care of myself.
Leslie, please, your
father's still here.
I mean, really
here. I've seen him.
What did you just say?
Your father's
spirit is still here.
And I know how this
sounds, so please forgive me.
He's still here and he
has a message for you.
And if you could just let me show
you what he left for me. Please!
Leslie, I have to show you.
Where did you come from?
Yeah, I don't know why somebody
would do that either, Mr. Rowe.
But there you have it.
The bag was in my car.
Well, if you wouldn't mind.
Yeah. That would,
uh, save me a trip.
Okay. Thanks.
Bye.
Is it just me, or is
everyone in this town weird?
That's a rhetorical
question, right?
No. I want an answer. All right.
I think you have the
unique innate ability
to bring out the
strangeness in other people.
How does that sound?
Rather sweet.
I tried.
Hey. Andrea.
Can I talk to you for
a second outside?
She claims I injured her ribs and
bruised her while I was reviving her.
They're calling it negligence.
I can't believe it. You
saved that woman's life.
How can she get away with this?
She's got a doctor's
report, a lawyer.
And she's in the hospital.
It's pretty easy, actually.
You just fill out the forms.
The investigation begins.
Yeah, but aren't you protected
from this by the county?
That's the problem.
Technically, I was off-duty.
Yeah, she's suing me personally,
the squad, the village of
Grandview, the county of Driscoll.
What are you gonna do?
Stay focused.
What can I do?
I just wanted to tell you
what was going on. Okay.
Call me. I will.
Bye.
Damn.
Why are you doing
this? What do you want?
Please.
Make this stop.
Make what stop?
Help Leslie so this can stop.
Make what stop?
Sometimes spirits who've died
a violent death get stuck here,
reliving the final moments
over and over again.
And maybe, maybe that's
what's happening here.
He wants to say
something to his daughter.
I keep trying to
get them together.
How close are you
gonna get to this one?
As close as I have
to, I guess. Yeah.
Oh. Oh, man.
You know, it's just a
glass. We have others.
I know.
But I like that one.
Watch your feet.
Hey. How you doing?
Just got this deposition
hanging over my head, you know?
Oh, I'm sorry. I was
going on about my stuff.
It's like you say, "our stuff."
You know,
Tooch thinks this is gonna
taint me no matter what.
I mean, it's like
it's on my record.
Is this the same Bobby Tooch
who tried to dry his
underwear in the stove
and almost set
his kitchen on fire?
Yeah.
Look,
all I'm saying is don't sit around
and wait for something to happen.
Why don't you go talk
to this lady, you know?
Show her who you are.
Try to reason with her.
You, you can be hard to resist.
Oh, yeah? Mmm-hmm.
It was his socks. What?
He set his socks on
fire, not his underwear.
Oh. My sincerest apologies
for my rush to judgment.
Who's that? Is that Geraldo?
Um, Mrs. Reese, can I
talk to you for a minute?
I thought you were on the box.
You look like Geraldo.
Geraldo has a giant mustache.
He could've shaved.
Mrs. Reese, I... I don't know
if you remember me or not.
Of course I do, Mr. Clancy.
Nice to see you again.
And please, call me Brenda.
Brenda, I just wanted to
talk to you to see if we could
try to find a solution
to this problem
without going to the courts.
My lawyer wouldn't like this.
Mrs. Reese, I'm
trained to save lives.
That's what I do for a living.
What I did that
day in the square,
it was second nature.
I didn't think about it.
You needed help.
I gave it to you.
But you did it too hard, hon.
You hurt my ribs.
I'm all bruised up.
Because you fell down on
concrete before I even got there.
I can barely move. I
can't even lift my arms.
Look, hon, it's
nothing personal.
My lawyer tells me I've got
to do this. So I listen to him.
No, it is personal.
It goes on my record.
There are legal fees.
But the county has money
put aside for things like this.
I just want to get
what I'm entitled to.
What you're entitled to.
All right.
Uh...
Could you fix it, sweetie?
Thank you.
Well, it's all there, Mr. Rowe.
Thanks for coming by to get it.
So is this part of the plan,
or would it have been
better for you to come to me?
What plan?
I don't know. Whatever
you and Leslie are hatching.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, I think you do.
Leslie's got you convinced
that there's been some great
injustice done to the Youngblood name.
The only thing she's
convinced me of
is that she's angry and broke.
Broke? Yes.
And yet oddly enough she
can still afford art classes
at the Wellins Institute.
Oh, and by the way, if there
could ever be money better spent...
Miss Gordon, don't
let her fool you.
Interesting work.
God, you scared
the hell out of me.
Yeah. I get a lot of that.
Um, I always wished
that I could draw,
paint.
Well, that makes two of us.
Another thing my father
neglected to leave me was talent.
No, I disagree.
I think you're very talented.
What do you want?
I need you to take
a look at this for me.
Where'd you get this?
It showed up at my shop.
The paint was still wet.
Well, that's impossible.
This is his work. No one
could fake it that perfectly.
Yeah, I keep seeing this,
even at the gallery. What is it?
When I was little,
no matter what my dad was
doing, or who he was with,
he always would
drop everything for me.
One Sunday after
church, I went to the beach
and when I got home
I gave him a present.
A seashell I found.
You'd think I'd given him a
million bucks the way he acted.
He was so happy.
That's how he was with me.
He could always make
me feel so important.
So loved.
We did everything together.
He told me to always look
for that shell on his paintings
so that I would know he was
thinking about me when he worked.
He put that mark on
every one of his paintings.
He had that shell in his
hands on the day he died.
How can you know that?
I saw it. He showed me.
Why are you doing this?
I'm helping your father.
He's trying to reach
you through me.
If I thought
there was a chance
I could really...
If I had one more chance
to talk to my father...
Leslie, please, just trust me.
You almost had me, lady.
You are very cruel.
Very cruel.
Ooh, these are pretty.
Yeah, and expensive.
Is this a bad time, or
should I come back?
No, it's fine.
Are you all right?
I caught some punk
trying to steal my van.
I realized it's not safe to
keep my father's painting there.
Maybe you could
hold on to it for me.
Of course. We'd be honored.
I'll put it in a safe place.
It's just until I get
myself squared away.
There's a job at
the art institute.
Just cleaning up and stuff.
But they might give me a room.
Is that all?
Well, you know it's not.
Can I see...
Will you show me that
other painting again?
It's his.
I can feel it.
Please tell me how you got this.
I already did.
I wanna believe, I swear.
But I can't.
If I did and it was a lie, I...
I'd die. I'd just die.
I can't have my
heart broken again.
Hey.
You wanna take a walk?
Rowe discovered my father.
He lent him money
and he took care of him.
And then when he went to
prison, he became his supplier.
Brushes, paints, canvas,
anything he needed.
From then on, my dad
thought he was a saint
and totally trusted him.
But you never did.
Not even as a kid.
Every time I saw my dad,
Rowe was always around.
The last year he was alive,
I only saw him three times.
That must have been
hard. You were so young.
Oh, he was the one sitting in
prison for something he didn't do,
accused of murdering a
man he didn't even know.
Yeah, how did that happen?
Well, they've only told
me pieces of the story.
I've had to fill in the blanks.
My father's girlfriend
turned out to be married.
She said that her
husband abused her
and that she needed
him to save her.
But all she really wanted
was to see her husband dead.
Go, go.
She set my dad up.
Help! Somebody, anybody.
When the cops started asking
questions, she accused my dad.
He was arrested, and then
he let Rowe handle everything.
The lawyers, the defense.
What did Rowe get out of it?
All the paintings.
My father signed
everything over to him.
For his defense, Rowe said.
And then when he died,
Rowe just took them all.
Said he had a contract.
All I got was the one painting
he gave me from prison.
Well, there's got to be s-some
legal steps, I mean, something.
I'm sure there is. But it
takes money and years.
I hope you appreciate the fact
that I don't have to
do this, Miss Gordon.
Then why are you?
Because Clete was a friend.
And even though
Leslie's clearly damaged,
I'd like her to have some peace
of mind about Clete's intentions.
How can Leslie end up
with only one painting?
Look, I never made any
claims on the self-portrait
although I had
every right to do that.
Oh, you are a piece
of work, Mr. Rowe.
Hey, don't patronize
me, Miss Gordon.
You don't know anything about my
relationship with Clete Youngblood.
I made him.
And given his self-destructive
tendencies, that was no easy task.
Now, what I couldn't do
was take the gun out of his
hands the night he killed someone.
Maybe that's what Leslie has
against me. She says he's innocent.
Yeah, she does.
Who bought the paintings, Rowe?
Where are you sending them?
To a gallery in Munich.
I hope that satisfies
your curiosity.
Is this your father's signature?
I guess so.
You know, Leslie, your father
had a quality that you sorely lack.
Gratitude.
You son of a bitch!
You may have had my
father fooled, but not me!
No, no, no. Not for a second!
Come on. Not like that. Come on.
I'm not a lawyer, but
the contract seemed real.
Look, there's no use
trying to figure this out.
People like Rowe,
they're powerful.
When they line up against
you, there's nothing you can do.
Just look what happened to my
dad. An innocent man hanged.
He's here. Where?
What? What is it?
Tell her I'm sorry,
for everything.
Dad?
Look in the back. The back.
What? What
happened? Was he here?
Yes. And he said that he's
sorry, sorry for everything.
And then he said,
"Look in the back."
The back? The back of what?
It's a double canvas.
Well, maybe there's
something in between.
We'll have to cut it open.
The painting could be destroyed.
Your father needs
us to see inside.
When you called, I assumed you
meant an x-ray of the human variety.
Well, Kev, I
assumed if I told you
it was of the valuable
painting variety,
you would've said no.
Good assumption. You
better get behind the shield.
Why do I feel like I'm suddenly
in a Steve McQueen movie?
Yeah, me too.
That your husband?
He's a good man.
A righteous man.
You tell him that
Brenda Reese is a liar.
She's no more hurt than I am.
Her husband's
putting her up to it.
I heard him talking about it
when he came to take her home.
I'd tell him myself,
but I don't want him to find
me out here in this hallway.
They think a old lady
can't get around on her own.
I understand.
I'll tell him.
Thanks.
Something's
definitely back there.
Looks like it. Now what?
We operate.
It's the same contract Rowe has.
Except this one says
that you own 85 percent
of every sale of your
father's paintings.
Now I know what he meant.
I was visiting my
father in prison
and I didn't know then,
but they were gonna
hang him that night.
He knew he was never
gonna see me again.
Don't look so scared.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I made this for you.
Only you.
Always remember how much
fun we had painting together.
You're gonna have to
be a big girl now, honey.
And remember one more thing.
Everything you need
is in this painting.
It's all yours.
And always remember
how much your daddy loves you.
All right, let's go.
Why are you crying, Daddy?
I love you.
He never trusted Rowe either.
Why else would he hide
the contract in the painting?
Leslie, your life
is about to change.
Wait a minute. Wait.
Isn't Rowe about
to sell the paintings?
Like hell he is.
Hey, take a break, fellas.
It's not going anywhere yet.
Stop raising your voice.
You cheated me and
you cheated my father.
Take me to court then, Leslie.
See if a jury buys a contract
between a murderer
and an eight-year-old.
It'll take years and
every penny you've got.
Can you wait that long?
Can you outspend me?
I don't think so.
This paper means nothing.
Tell him to give my
daughter what is hers.
He wants his daughter
to have those paintings.
That's the only thing
he's ever wanted.
Clete Youngblood is dead,
and those paintings are mine.
Mr. Rowe, unless you wanna
spend every day of your life
being hanged over
and over again,
I suggest you do
the right thing here.
No, no, no.
Enough.
Does Leslie get the paintings?
Yes. Yes, she can
have the paintings.
She can burn 'em for all I
care. Just get out of here.
Get out! Now!
Get out of here!
♪ All of the bad things you do ♪
♪
They're gonna come back to you ♪
♪ Bad things come back in twos ♪
♪ You're gonna feel it ♪
♪ The same way that they did ♪
♪ Your karma will come through ♪
♪ It will come through ♪
♪ Soon enough ♪
♪ It will come through ♪
♪ Soon enough ♪
♪ It will come through ♪
♪ Soon enough ♪
We always get our man.
Man, that was beautiful.
Thanks a lot, Tooch.
Hey, no problem.
I never had more fun following
an old lady around for a week.
But how did you
know she was faking?
Well, you know,
Melinda just had a...
Had what?
Let's say she had a hunch.
Lunch is on me. Come on.
As part of settlement with Rowe,
I got the paintings
and took over the lease.
Well, I love what you
haven't done to the place.
So, how does it feel to
have your own gallery?
Oh, it feels good.
I think my dad would be proud.
Tell her she did a good job.
He's here.
And he's really happy.
Dad.
Tell her I'm sorry
for everything.
He wants you to know
that he's really sorry...
No, no, no, no. You don't
have to be sorry for anything.
I'm going to fight for
you and clear your name.
Tell her I don't want
her to clear my name.
She can't clear my name.
I'm a murderer.
One night she called me.
Told me where to meet her.
It was cold.
I wanted to get her
away from that bastard.
Go, go.
It was stupid.
It was crazy.
But I did it.
He killed him.
Leslie, he was guilty.
No, Daddy.
You couldn't have.
She has to stop being so angry.
I ruined my life.
No one else's fault but mine.
He doesn't want you
to blame anybody else.
If I had realized what
it would cost me...
That I would lose
you, lose everything.
What is he saying?
Uh...
He's saying that if he
could do it all again,
he would just take you away.
Just the two of you.
Somewhere where he could just
paint all day and nothing else.
I remember it, Dad.
I remember sitting on your lap,
watching you paint,
moving the colors around.
I remember, Dad. I remember.
I remember, too.
He remembers.
I see something.
A light.
I'm scared.
It's okay. It's just
your next step.
He's gonna cross over now.
No. Daddy, please don't go.
I've lived so long without you.
I'll always find a way
to watch over her.
She'll always feel me there.
Tell her
not to remember the man I was,
but the man that
she wanted me to be.
I will.
I love you, Daddy.
Goodbye, baby.
Thank you.
He's gone.
I don't feel alone anymore.
You're not.
Guys, we have got
to get that door open.
There's like 40 people
waiting out there.
Okay, you ready?
I'm ready. Let 'em in.
Come on in, folks.
Hi, Thomas. Hey.
Welcome to my father's show.
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