Medium (2005–2011): Season 2, Episode 18 - S.O.S. - full transcript

Envy.

Love.

Most basic human emotions

are communicated in ways
others can easily understand.

Through words, behavior,
facial expressions.

And then... there's fear.

I believe that,

when people are alone
and vulnerable

and afraid, they put out
a sort of distress signal.

An alarm of sorts.

An S.O.S.



It's not visible or audible.

At least not to everyone.

Just certain people.

What are
you doing, huh?

Hey, it's Saturday.

We got another
half hour or so.

Lay back down. Hmm?

I don't think I can.

I... I saw a girl
slip and fall.

I got to call somebody.
What?

Got to find the phone book.

What are you
talking about?

Slipped and fell?

Now you're doing
slips and falls?



What happened to kidnappings
and assaults and murders?

It's a Saturday.

Yes. Mariposa State Park.

She looked like
she was around 18.

She had long blond hair.

She was wearing a white T-shirt

with the name
of some sorority on it.

No. I didn't actually
witness her fall.

ARIEL:
No, it's not.
BRIDGETTE:
Yes, it is.

Well, you have
to show someone.

Like who?

Mom or Dad.

But what if
I don't want to?

Well, you'd better.

Hey, hey, hey.
What's going on?

Your baby sister's
still asleep.

What's this?

It's a class project.

What kind of class project?

Well, we're doing
this art project about what

our parents do for a living.

And I'm doing mine about Mom.

That's nice, Bridge.

Tell him what it means.

What do you mean,
"what it means"?

It's her job.

Okay, I get that.
I'm just curious.

What do you think Mom's job is?

Well, she's a guesser
and a dreamer.

One more time?

Well, she makes guesses
about things,

and sometimes she dreams
about things.

And she tells all this stuff
to District Attorney Devalos,

and he puts people in jail.

I'll be right back.

No, Lee, I know the park
is not your jurisdiction,

but I called Park Services,

and I couldn't seem
to get anyone's attention.

Well, can you
just give him a call?

Okay. Can you call me back?

Thanks.

Hey, have you seen this
class project of Bridgette's?

That collage thing
with the photographs

and pictures from magazines?
No. Not yet.

You might want to take
a look at this thing.

She's got some
pretty eerie ideas

about what you do for a living.

Eerie crazy or eerie accurate?

That's a pretty tough call.

In the kitchen?

We still doing
that Family Day thing?

Yeah. Remember?
We decided to go to the mall.

The mall? It's
so sunny out.

Yeah, well,
it's Arizona, Allison.

It's always sunny.

Well, I know. It...
The mall's so stuffy.

They've been there
a million times.

I kind of want to
do something outdoors.

Experience nature.

Nature? What do you mean?

I don't know.

I thought maybe
we could go to the park.

Go for a hike.

Climb some rocks.

Wow, honey. Is this what you
think Mommy does for work?

Uh-huh.

This would be a good thing
to talk about at the park

while we go for a hike
and climb some rocks.

JOE:
It's great
up here, huh?

It's beautiful!

It's boring.

I don't
understand.

What happened
to the mall?

Didn't we vote?

Isn't this
a democracy?

What'so great about the mall?

What do they have at the mall?

You're joking, right?

How about clothes?!

Well, I hate clothes!

Well, there
is something
wrong with you.

Mom, there's
an emergency.

We have to call
the hospital.

This little girl
is not my sister.

Mom?

Al?

Al?

You know, it
was your idea

to come up here
in the first place.

The very least
you can do

is participate in
the stimulating
conversation.

What are you
looking for?

You guys figure out a place
to have a picnic.

I'll... I want to look
at something.

Okay, I'm confused.

What is it about that sign
that you do not understand?

I'll be right back.

Terrific.

BRIDGETTE:
I don't get it.

Isn't Mommy a guesser
and a dreamer?

There is no job called
a guesser or a dreamer.

Bridgette, Mom works
for the District
Attorney's office

with a lot of other people.

She helps them investigate
things-- figure things out.

So she's
a "figurer"?

ALLISON:
Daddy's right.

I guess I'm kind
of an investigator.

You don't dream?

Well, sure,
I do,

but that's not uncommon.

Lots of people dream about
their work once in a while.

I dream. I think. I feel.
I explore.

And then I follow my instincts.

Which, I guess, is what
a lot of investigators do.

Oh. So, Sherlock,
did you find

whatever it was
you were looking for?

No. In fact, I did not,
which is probably a good thing.

Anybody want

to play Frisbee?

Sure. Marie and I will play,
as long as you promise

to try and throw it
in our general direction.

I can't help it

if the Frisbee
doesn't pay
attention.

Oh, girls, be careful
over there by the rocks.

Look out for snakes.

Hmm. An
investigator, huh?

And what case

are we working on today,
Magnum Dubois?

You figured that out, huh?

You're not the only one
with instincts around here.

That dream that I had...

Slipping? Falling?

I do recall that.

This is where it happened.

At least this is where
I thought it happened.

Damn accident victims.

You just can't
count on them.

That's why I tell all
my investigator wives

to stick with
crime victims.

Kidnap. Murder. Rape.

Horrific,
but dependable.

BRIDGETTE:
Mom! Dad! I found something!

Bridgette?

JOE:
What you got
there, kiddo?

Maybe there's
money in it.

Where did you find this?

Over there.

Ariel! Quick!

Come on.

Sit down. Sit down.

Stay here while your
daddy goes and looks.

What's going
on, Al?

You want to tell me
what I'm looking for?

The rest of her.

I hate family day.

Can we go photocopy
my face again?

You know what, honey,

I don't want to walk
away right now.

I mean, if your father
wants to take you...

You know, we've
already got about six

photocopies of
your face, Bridge.

Tongue in, tongue out,

finger in nose,
finger in ear.

Why don't we just...

I'll be right back.

DEVALOS:
Her name is Amy Asher.
18 years old.

She was an out-of-state freshman
from Wheaton, Illinois.

That's her, that's
the girl I dreamt about,
I called you about.

Wait a second,
you dreamt about this girl?

You actually

saw her being sexually assaulted
and strangled to death

and then you had a conversation
with Detective Scanlon about it

before it ever happened?

No, I dreamt about a girl

climbing really high to try
to spray paint a boulder

and then slipping.
When she called

we had no idea this thing was
going to end up like this.

I called Park Services,

they went looking for a girl
disabled by a fall,

never found her.

Hold on.

You guys know more about this
than I do.

She was sexually assaulted
and strangled?

According to the girls

we spoke to
over at the sorority,

she was sent to paint Skull Rock
as an initiation task.

She left her house
around 4:30 this morning

so she could do it
without being spotted by

the park rangers.

Okay. I had my dream
right after sunrise.

Based on
some very preliminary work,

the folks over at forensics
are saying

it looks like she fell,
she broke her left ankle

and then was dragged to where
your husband found her.

They believe that's where
she was sodomized, raped

and then eventually,
strangled to death.

The attack was apparently
quite savage.

How much did your kids
actually see?

Nothing,
thank goodness.

Joe got there first.

Well, Bridgette found
her backpack.

It was about 15 yards from
where Joe found her body.

We might need to interview
the both of them at some point.

Of course.

What are
the chances?

A girl falls, breaks her ankle

and the one person who happens
to cross her path

is a sexual predator and killer.

Let's get out of here.

Maybe we can salvage
a little of our Saturday.

Anything you can tell me?

Not here, not now.

You okay?

Yeah. It was
pretty grisly.

It was pretty awful.

Her face...

I'm so sorry.

I guess you were right,

we should've gone
to the mall after all.

It's not your fault.

I don't know,
I don't understand.

What? You don't
understand what?

Oh, I'm just thinking
about my instincts--

I had an instinct about
this girl slipping and falling--

and how besides the point
it all seems right now.

It's kind of like sensing

that you're sailing
into a little rain

when you're onboard
the Titanic.

Okay, I get it now.
Mom's an investigator.

But you know what's weird?

Your face?

Nuh-uh.
Us going to the park.

We never go
to that park.

Just 'cause we never go there
doesn't make it weird.

Well, don't you think
it's weird that we went hiking?

Lots of people go hiking.

My friend Rachel Donnelly
goes hiking all the time.

Yeah, but we don't.

What's your point, doofus?

And don't think I
didn't notice you
didn't brush your teeth.

I mean the one time

that we go hiking,

we find a dead body.

Don't you think that is weird?

I think you're weird.

I think this conversation
is weird.

Well, think about it.
Doesn't it

seem like everywhere
Mommy goes

she finds dead bodies?

She told you,
she's an investigator.

Investigators are always
finding dead bodies.

Today was just a coincidence.

I hope so, because

I don't want to grow up and have
kids and have to explain

why their grandma always had
dead bodies hanging around.

Do you forgive me?

Huh?

Do you forgive me?

I forgive you.

What did you do?

I dragged you all
to the park today.

Yeah, well, it still
beats going to the mall.

Putting you and the kids
so close to all that ugliness.

I still can't believe
I did that.

I can't believe you saw
what you saw.

Hey, I can't believe
I saw what I saw.

And frankly, if I never
see another naked girl

with that look of horror
permanently etched on her face,

that's just fine with me.

As for the kids,
Bridgette told me

that she wants a coffee machine
of her own for her birthday.

Darling, I swear,

there's nothing for you
to apologize for.

Just... it'd be nice
to get a little sleep.

Yeah?
Lee, it's Allison.

I'm sorry to wake you.
I need your help with something.

What's going on?

What's wrong?

I had a dream.

This girl was driving through
the desert.

Her car ran out of gas and
her cell phone doesn't work.

Okay.

Well, what do we do?

What do you mean,
what do we do?

It sounds like
a AAA problem to me.

I told you,
her cell phone doesn't work.

Allison, look,
I think you're amazing,

but it's 4:00 in the morning and
I'm a homicide detective.
Oh, I know.

Normally I wouldn't bother you
with something like this,

it's just...
after what happened today...

I don't know, there must be
some reason I saw it.

It has to have some importance.

Well, that's fine, but...

I guess I could
call the highway patrol.

Okay.

Tell me anything specific
you might have seen.

Describe the girl,
describe the car,

describe the road.

( groans ):
Kill me now.

( ringing )
It's Sunday.

Come on, who the hell
is calling this hour

on a Sunday?

Hello?

That girl you called me about
a couple hours ago,

you said she was driving
a silver sedan?

Uh-huh.

I think we found the car.

Trucker called it in last night.
Looks like

it just ran out of gas on
the side of the desert highway

about 40 miles outside the city.

What about the girl?

Yeah.

??

( shower water running )
We're still waiting
to hear from forensics.

They think that
he offered her a ride,

( water stops )
raped her and
then strangled her.

Is it just me

or does this kind of thing
seem to be going around?

I know, I thought
the same thing.

What?

Maybe it's broken.

I'm sorry, you lost me.

( sighs ):
I don't know.

When these girls
popped into my dreams,

it was like I was receiving
distress signals or somethg.

I saw them alone,
ey were in need of help.

They were not
in danger of being killed.

Wait, you still saw them.

You just...

you didn't get
the whole story.

That's the thing--
I felt like I did.

I felt like from the moment
they came into my dreams,

these girls, their lives
were not in danger.

They were just stuck,

they were stuck on the side of
the road needing gas,

stuck on an out-of-the-way trail
with a broken ankle.

So?
So...

how did he know?
How did he find them?

I don't know.

Luck?

Maybe-Maybe we're jumping
the gun here, Allison.

I mean, we can't even be sure
that both of these attacks

were committed by
the same person.

I mean, think about it,

some homicidal maniac
gets this lucky twice.

No, I know.

You're right, it makes no sense.

It doesn't make it
any less tragic, but...

Looks like it's
going to rain.

What do you want to do
with the girls?

BRIDGETTE:
Mom, I'm ready.

Coming.

I'm coming.

You're late,
Ms. Dubois.

We're gonna have
to mark you tardy.

I'll have my mommy
write me a note on Monday.

Fire when ready.

"My mom's an investigator
for the District Attorney.

"The District Attorney is a
lawyer who works for the people.

"When someone is arrested for
murdering somebody,

"the District Attorney is
supposed to prove they did it.

"This is lucky because it seems
like everywhere my mom goes

"she's always finding
dead bodies.

"A lot of times my mom's
instincts tell her where to be

"to find dead bodies.

"Just the other day, my mom
said, 'Let's go for a hike.'

We never go on hikes, but..."

( groans ):
Oh, boy.

( ringing )
Yep, I'm going
to go get that.

JOE:
Hello.

Bridge...

Good morning, sir.

Mommy doesn't see
dead bodies

wherever she goes.

Sure you do.
Don't you remember?

That's what
you told me.

No, honey,
I never told you that.

Yes, you did.

You said you listened
to your instincts,

they tell you
where to go,

and that's where
the dead bodies are.

Al?

It's your boss.

Hold on.

Hello.

Sorry to bother you
on a wet Sunday,

but apparently the press
is starting

to grab ahold of this thing,

and the deputy mayor was
wondering if we could come in

and give her a quick briefing
on everything we know.

When do you need me?

They gave him a name?

Oh, yeah.

Why do they think it's one guy?

Honestly, I don't think
there's a lot of actual thinking

going on here.
Although, there is some
reason to suspect

that we may be talking about
a single individual

What makes you say that?

It's not the greatest link
in the world,

but when we found that girl

on the side of the Sonoran
Desert Highway,

there was a large recent
oil spot

almost directly behind her car.

We checked her undercarriage
and it's tight as a drum.

So we went back

to Mariposa State Park
and wouldn't you know it?

We found another
large oil spot

in one of the parking spaces
located in the lot closest

to where that sorority girl
was found.

And that proves?

Nothing.

Lee, you know as well as I do

that you can't even be sure
that oil came from the same car.

As a clue, it's worthless.

It's not like you can trace

the oil back
to its owner.

Hey, I'm not telling you
it's not a straw.

And I'll be the first
to admit

that we are grasping here.

This is ridiculous.

Has anyone looked
at a map?

Did you see how
far apart these two
incidents occurred?

About 60 miles.

60 miles.

In my opinion, Ms. Deputy Mayor,

the only responsible thing
to do

is to call a press conference
and reassure

the city
that in all likelihood,

these were two
tragic, separate

and random acts
of violence

committed by two
completely different
individuals...

that the police department
is doing everything it can

to find the guilty parties,

but that we are not
looking at a murder spree

being perpetrated
by some psychotic

Bad Samaritan.

Hey, this is Cindy.
Leave a message.

Cin, hey. It's Taylor.
What's up?

So, you know how my parents
went away this weekend

and I was totally psyched
'cause they finally let me

stay home alone this time?

Um, well, maybe it's not
as cool as I thought.

'Cause honestly, it's kind of
creepy being here all alone.

And I guess 'cause I watched
this horror movie on cable

that was hella scary

and now there's all this
lightning and thunder and...

This is going to sound
kind of lame,

and don't even repeat this
to anyone

'cause if you do,
I'll, like, totally deny it,

but maybe you could come
crash here tonight?

I know it's so weak,

but I just don't want
to be here solo.

Um, so anyway,
it's 11:35 right now.

Um, you can call me at home,
not my cell.

It's 555-0178.

555-0178.

555-0178.

555-0178...

Come on, come on,
come on, pick up.

TAYLOR:
Hello.

Taylor, hi. You don't know me.
My name is Allison Dubois.

I work with the District
Attorney's office in Phoenix.

Don't ask me how, but I know
that you are home all alone.

Now I need you to listen.

Who is this?

My name is Allison Dubois.

Did Cindy tell you to call?

No, Cindy didn't tell me
to call.

I told you my name
is Allison Dubois.

I think you might be
in a lot of danger.

I need you to give me
your address.

And I need you to go around
and make sure

all your doors and windows
are locked.

Hello?

This isn't funny.

I'm not trying to be funny!

I need your address. I need to
know that you are going around

and locking all your doors
and windows

so I can hang up with you
and I can call the police

and get them out there.
Hello? Hello?

WOMAN:
Phoenix Metro Police.

What's the nature
of your emergency?

My name is Allison Dubois.

I work with the Phoenix
District Attorney's office.

I need the address
of a house whose phone number

is 555-0178.

Listen, butt brain,
do not call here.

MAN:
Taylor Greene?

Yeah. Who's this?

This is 911 dispatch.

We have a car coming your way.

A car? Why?

We received a call
coming from someone

in the District Attorney's
office

saying an intruder was trying
to break into your house.

Hello?

Hold on. Don't hang up.

I want to check some stuff.

Who was this who called you?

I don't know, ma'am.

Should I cancel the car

or would you like me to stay
on the line with you?

Stay on the line.
Stay on the line.

No problem. I'm right here.

Are you okay, ma'am?

I'm here. Just don't hang up.
Keep talking.

Hey, early bird.

What you doing,
worm-catching?

He struck again.

16-year-old girl
home alone.

I called her
right before he got there,

then I called
the police.

Apparently, he was just
about to break in,

but she surprised him
and he fled.

There was an oil slick
outside her house at the curb.

It's definitely
the same guy.

But that makes no sense.

I still don't get it.

How does he find them?

It can't be luck.

Three vulnerable,
isolated girls,

totally different
parts of the city

three times in a row.

How could he have known

that this last girl
was alone?

Nobody could have known
that but you.

Or somebody like me.

Yesterday, the Mayor's office
assured us

that the killing spree was over,

that the two weekend murders
had no connection.

Today, a third apparent attack,

and now a bizarre new twist
in the serial murder spree

that has all of Phoenix
in a state of panic.

I was just lying in bed
and this lady called

and warned me
to lock the doors

'cause someone was coming.

Just like that,
out of the blue?

You know who
she was?

Well, why did you
believe her?

Um, I didn't at first,

but then she said she worked

for the District Attorney's
office

and it sounded kinda serious.

And then she said she was going
to send the police.

And a minute later
the police were calling.

And did you get this
woman's name?

Um, I only got her first name--
Andrea or Allison.

Something like that.

Who was this mystery caller?

Your Action News Team
has made repeated phone calls

to the District Attorney's
office and gotten no response.

And whoever she was,

how was she able to warn
the young victim

before the serial killer struck?
Could it be that

the District Attorney, the
Mayor's office and the Police

Department know more than
they're letting on? Stay tune...

Every channel's running a
version of the same thing.

The papers are full of it, too.

I just got off
the phone with the Mayor.

Everyone wants
an explanation.

I think we have
to give them one.

Hello. Thank you for coming.
My name is Allison Dubois

and I work
as a freelance consultant

and investigator for
the District Attorney's office.

There's been much
recent speculation about who

in the District Attorney's
office called Taylor Greene

to warn her that someone was
trying to break into her house,

and how this caller obtained
this information.

You might be surprised
by my answer-- luck.

I'd been working late on,
of all things,

the Bad Samaritan case

and I was driving home from work

when I passed
Ms. Greene's house.

I saw a figure lurking
about the perimeter of the house

and it looked like a burglar,
so I called 911.

They promised to send
a police car.

Concerned about the safety

of whoever might have been
in the house,

I requested a reverse phone
number lookup

from Ms. Greene's street address

and was immediately connected
to her home phone.

Like I said-- luck.

But let me take this moment

to clear up
another misconception.

We cannot be certain
at this time

that the man who fled
Ms. Greene's house

is the same person responsible
for this weekend's two murders.

Naturally, we're using
Ms. Greene's description

of the suspect and working
in conjunction

with the Phoenix police
to help apprehend him.

Thank you.

Mom, you lied.

I didn't lie.

We don't know that those three
incidents

were the work of one man.

Everybody has an opinion.

I have an opinion,

but since the Mayor went ahead
and told everybody

that he didn't think
there was a connection...

That's not what she meant.

You weren't working last night.

You didn't drive
by that girl's house.

Why did you say that you did?

How did you know
that that man would break in?

Girls, Mommy works
for someone.

When you work
for someone...

Joe.

Ariel's right.

I lied, and that
is really not something

that I want
to teach you girls.

And to answer your question,
I don't know.

I don't know how
I knew that man

was going to be
outside that girl's house.

I just did.

That happens to me
sometimes.

I see something.

I just know things.

I just sense things.

I don't get to pick
and choose what they are.

And I have learned
most people don't
understand it.

So it's not something
that I talk about.

It's not something
that I try to explain.

Do you girls understand
what Mommy's saying to you?

I know you girls know
what I'm talking about.

I think a little bit
of what I have

has rubbed off on you.

I know that you've
felt this thing.

But you have to trust
me when I tell you

very few people
ever experience it.

And very few people
understand it.

Which is why,
for the moment at least,

only you and Daddy

and a couple of
people at work know.

And I'm asking you,
just for the time being,

don't tell your friends.

Don't talk about it
at school.

Don't share
it with anyone.

Is that
an order?

No, honey. No.

It's just a suggestion.

It's just a hope.

No parent has the final word

on what their children say
about them.

It's just...

People just don't understand it.

And I really don't want them
treating you differently

because of the way I am.

Now, come on, give me a kiss.
Let's get ready for bed.

( sighs )

What do you think?

About what?

Tomorrow is
Bridgette's report.

If she's going
to say something,
tomorrow's the day.

I don't know.
What do you think?

I thought you
were amazing.

I thought you said everything
just about perfectly.

I guess the rest
is up to her.

And I think I'm all
right with that.

I wish I didn't lie.

Well, you didn't lie.

You told a fib.

And you didn't fib
to the girls.

You told them the truth.

And I think that
is what they're
going to remember.

I hope you're right.

What's so funny?

Today. This day.

For all of my "gifts,"

I didn't see
this one coming.

Helping that girl
last night.

Devalos calling
a press conference.

The conversation
with the girls.

This life thing
is a tricky business.

Keep looking for
a batting order,

a table of contents...

something to let you know
what's happening next.

( phone ringing )

Hello.

MAN:
Is this Allison Dubois?

Uh, may I ask who's calling?

You don't know me.

I just saw you on the news,
and I wanted to call

and tell you
how impressed I was.

Who is that?

I'm sorry...
didn't catch your name.

That's because I didn't
tell you my name.

That was quite a story.

The one about passing
the house and seeing me.

It's him.

Really, who is this?

You tell me.

You're the dreamer.

You're the one
who sees things.

It was funny and strange
watching TV

and seeing someone else
who had it.

Spent my whole life looking.

Never found anyone.

And then there you were
on the television.

Someone else who can do it.

Someone else
who gets the dreams.

You know, when I get off
this phone,

I'm going to have them trace
this call.

Oh, I'm counting on it.

And you know, as soon
as I get off this call

I'm going to throw away
this cell phone.

Well, I mean, you know...

after I pull away from
the front of your house.

Al, what's going on?

Oil.

Oh, my God,
he knows where we live.

I can't trace the oil
back to its owner.

I will trace
and find that
cell phone.

If he bought it
on credit

or left a fingerprint on it,
we'll find that, too.

But short of that...

Well, what about
tonight, what
about tomorrow?

I'm concerned
about my family.

I'm going to leave
a couple uniforms

and a cruiser outside
to stand watch.

If you're out
and about

and somebody
looks at you funny,

somebody makes
you feel nervous, call me.

I'll have an
officer there

before we're off the phone.

My guess is, he's on his way
to California by now,

or New Mexico.

We've alerted the authorities
in those states.

We've set up roadblocks.

But nobody quite knows
who we're looking for,

so it's hard to say
how effective they'll be.

You holding up okay?

It was scary that
he was so close.

I'm just amazed that
my kids have slept through this.

He sees them
in his dreams, huh?

It's too bad we couldn't get the
bastard to work for our side.

Give me
five more minutes.

I'll have my guys
out of here

and you two can
go back to bed.

BRIDGETTE:
Psst.

Psst.

The whole house
is full of police.

What are you talking about?

I think I liked it all better
when Mommy wasn't special.

I think I liked it all better
when Mommy was just Mommy.

Mommy is just Mommy.

Want to hop in here?

ALLISON:
I believe that when people
are alone

and vulnerableand afraid,
they put out

a sort of distress signal,

an alarm of sorts.

An S.O.S.

It's not visible or audible.

At least not to everyone.

Just certain people.

What's going on?
You all right?

I'm good.

I'm great.

Everything's going
to be just fine.

SCANLON:
Yeah?

Lee, it's Allison.

I know where he is.

WOMAN:
And now we get to hear
from someone

I know I'm looking
forward to.

Her mommy has been
in the newspaper

and on TV, and this morning
I heard

she was involved in catching
a really dangerous criminal

as he fled the state last night.

So let's hear from
Bridgette Dubois.

"My mom is an investigator
for the dis...

"for the District Attorney.

"The District Attorney is
a lawyer

"who works for the people

"when someone is arrested
for doing something bad.

"The District Attorney is
supposed to prove they did it.

"My mom helps with this.

"You ask her how
she helps,

"she'll tell you she doesn't
really know.

"I just know that
when she's done,

"she comes home and gets
to be with me

"and my sisters and my dad.

"She's a really good
investigator,

"but she's a really great mom.

"And I keep thinking,

"if people would just stop
doing bad things,

maybe she could stay home
and be a mom all the time."

Morning, Mom.
Did you sleep good?

Actually, I did.
How about you?

Yeah. Really good.

I even had
a good dream.

A good dream? Really?

Uh-huh. It helped me figure
out something

that was
bothering me.

I had one of those, too.
What was yours about?

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