Medium (2005–2011): Season 2, Episode 19 - Knowing Her - full transcript

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

It's almost 2:00.

You fellows want
to round up the groom?

Bachelor Number One,
you're up!

Hey, Don Juan!

Your new ball-and-chain
is waiting.

What do you say?

Come on, man.

Time to flush and go.

Your future ex is waiting.

You find him?



I think he's wringing it out.

Come on, man.
What's the deal?

You fall in?

You okay?

Knock it down.

I'm coming in, man.

Oh, man.

What are you doing?

Talk to me.

No. It's nothing.

Nonsense.

Nonsense.

Rise and shine.

Up and at 'em.



Morning.

School. Yay.

No fair, sweet pea.

I just called in your room
for you to wake up.

How long have you been out here?

I don't know.

I couldn't sleep.

I have to do
this oral presentation

on the history of anti-
discrimination legislation

and I know I'm not

going to do
very well.

You don't know that.

Oh, yes, I do.

There are kids in my class

that have been working
on theirs for weeks.

Weeks, Ariel?

Doesn't actually
require weeks.

It's just, some kids are nuts.

Besides that it's just

some kind of contest.

The top three kids
in our school

get to go to the state assembly

and make their presentations
in front of our assemblyman.

Wow.

Mom, you don't get it.

I don't care.

But a lot
of the other kids do.

And that's just going
to make me look worse.

I'm sure you're
going to do fine.

That's Mr. Cathcart's
class, right?

You always do
well in there.

He likes you.

Good morning.

Or am I being hasty?

DEVALOS:
We believe they were mules--

impoverished foreign nationals

hired by drug dealers to swallow
condoms filled with heroin,

then fly over to this country
on commercial jetliners

and wait in hotel rooms
to expel the drugs.

What happened
to their eyes?

Gouged out.

Someone's trying
to send a message.

I don't follow.

DEVALOS:
Drugs are a
cyclical business.

One group will control
the trafficking for a while,

then somebody else
will decide it's their turn.

I'm betting whoever

that somebody is that he grabbed
these mules at the airport

before their real employer
could get to them.

Took them to that hotel.

Sliced 'em in half,
rather than wait

for nature to deliver
the merchandise,

then ripped
out their eyes

just for good measure.

Detective Scanlon
has quite a bit

of experience
in these matters.

Three years ago he headed
up an undercover unit

that helped stem a great deal
of drug trafficking

here in the Southwest.

Well, good.
Then maybe he can tell me

how much more of this
we can expect.

It's not like the weather.

No one can tell you

when it's going to blow over.

I think what our new
deputy mayor is asking...
I know what she's asking.

She wants to know how messy
it's going to get:

if we keep it downtown

where nobody really sees it,
where nobody really cares,

or if it's gonna rear
its ugly head

in the nice neighborhoods

where people actually
go to the polls

and sometimes even make

campaign
contributions.

We'll do our best.

Hi.

Hiya.

So how goes the new job?

Well, it would go a lot better

if people would stop
killing people.

Hey, Deputy Doll,
how's the coffee?

Could you not?

Hmm? Could I not "what"?

It's important to be
specific about these things.

There's all kinds of laws
about how to deal

with the opposite sex
in the workplace

and I don't want to run
afoul of any of them.

You can see the future.

What are my chances?

You're not serious.

What? You don't think
I was charming?

It really doesn't matter

what I think.

You're wrong. She's in
the elevator right now

calling her best friend

trying to figure
out what to wear

when I finally
ask her out.

What? That's not
what you see?

You want to know
what I see?

Actually. I had a dream
about you last night.

A really crazy dream.

I have that effect

on women.

I was not in it.

A nightmare. I understand.

You were getting married.

Really?

That is a nightmare.

You were so upset
with going through with it

that you hid in the bathroom
and did drugs.

Okay, get to
the crazy part.

That is crazy. It is.

Do I look like a guy who's
ever contemplated marriage?

Do I look like a guy
who's ever done drugs?

Okay, I'm going back
to the station house.

Wait for a call
from the deputy mayor.

...and so we have all of
these anti-discrimination laws

that make America
a better place to live.

Very nice, Ariel.

Terrence Bock.

Do you see all those cards?

Terrence?

The history of discrimination
in the United States

and the progression
of legislative remedies

created by the various
branches of government

assigned the task
of safeguarding the rights

of each and every citizen
provides a moving portrait

of contemporary democracy
in action.

In the next 15 minutes,
I will attempt to demonstrate

how the constant evolution
of anti-discrimination laws

in the United States
has helped to change

the way we live as Americans.

1,095 days without drugs.

Three years.

Everyone in this room knows
what a monumental event that is.

It's quite a milestone
for this man.

And I couldn't be more proud.

Lee?

Here's a little
something for you

to add to your charm bracelet.

My name's Lee.
I'm a drug addict.

ALL:
Hi, Lee.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. I don't know.

I guess...
I guess I had a nightmare.

Wow. I don't think I've ever
heard you use that word before.

Detective Scanlon was in it.

His eyes were gouged out.

Like those women
in the newspaper?

What you doing?

Hmm?

I don't know.

I think maybe
I should give him a call.

And tell him what?

About some nightmare?

It's 2:00
in the morning.

No. You're right.

What was I thinking?

It'll hold till morning.

It'll definitely hold
till morning.

Don't do that.

Save that stuff
for people you like.

Good morning
to you, too.

I know you want me to think
it was some giant coincidence

you showed up
at the meeting last night,

but I don't believe
in coincidences.

No. You're wrong.

Look, I heard you were going
to be three years clean.

I'm two and a half.

Can't a friend root
for a friend?

Okay, fine.
I need a favor.

I already did you one.

Feel free to leave
anytime you want.

Oh, you're cold.

You got a heart
of ice.

You froze it, honey.

Well, get over it.

People get engaged
every day.

Sometimes it doesn't
work out.

You set me up.
You knew who I was.

You knew what I did
for a living.

And you knew
who I was.

Nice girl from
a nice family.

Yeah, that's some family.

I would
have told you.

When? Before
or after the wedding?

Hmm?

Before or after
I was called

to testify against them?

What's the favor?

Those were our mules somebody
sliced and diced the other day.

Do you know anything?

You honestly think,
if I knew something,

I'd tell you?

It would be good
for both of us, Lee.

Get out of here.

Get your clothes,
and get out of here.

No, no, sweetie.

No. Those are the cards
from Ariel's report.

It's okay. I told her
she could have them.

Daddy!

Is that for me? Thank you.

No. This one.
This one.

Oh, that one. Okay.

I don't understand.

Last night, you said
the presentation went well.

It did. But it's not
like it was so good

that they're going to send me
to the State Assembly.

Mama!

Thank you very much.

Honey, if you do win,

you're going to have
to write these all over again.

I'm not going to win.

Terrence Bock is going to win.

His presentation was way
longer than anybody else's,

and he practically
had it memorized.

Well, I'm sure
he did a good job,

but we still don't know.

Oh, yes, I do.

Terrence Bock is going to win.

You looking
for me?

Yeah. Lee, come on in.

What's up?

You making any progress

identifying those three mules
that died the other night?

Surprise, surprise.
Their fingerprints and DNA

don't match anything
we had on file.

We reached out to the
appropriate foreign governments,

and they contacted
their law
enforcement agencies,

but it's going
to be a while

before anyone
gets back to us.

What?

I got the damnedest call

from a friend
in the coroner's office.

Their official report
won't be out

for another couple of hours,

but one of these murdered girls

doesn't quite fit the profile
of your typical drug mule.

How's that?

When was the last time
you ran into a dirt-poor girl

from Latin America
with a nose job?

Excuse me?

One of these mules appears
to have had cosmetic surgery.

A rhinoplasty.

And, in the coroner's
estimation,

quite an expensive one.

In addition, she's sporting
a very high-end set

of dental laminates.

Not the kind of thing
one would expect

from someone so impoverished
that they're willing

to swallow capsules
of heroin for money.

I'm worried about you.

Hello, stranger.

I had another
dream about you.

Maybe I'm the one who
should be worried about you.

It was kind of nutty.

You were with this
really exotic woman.

Nothing nutty about that.

And she gouged
your eyes out

with her thumbs,
like those mules.

Come on. I'm waiting for you
to say something funny back.

I don't quite
know what to say.

I'm at a loss for words.

Truth is, I make all
my exotic women friends
wear boxing gloves.

Ah, ha, ha!

Hey, I appreciate
the tip.

Oh, hey, did Deputy Doll
ever get back to you?

Wow. First,
you gouge out my eyes,

then you rip out my heart.

Overall,
I was very impressed

with everyone's
presentations.

Obviously, everyone can't go
to the State Assembly

but, ultimately, that's not
what this assignment was about.

Ultimately,

I hope it gave
all of you a chance

to learn about
how the citizens
of this country

compelled their government
to create laws that would

protect and guarantee
equality and fairness

for everyone,

no matter
who they are,

no matter what
they look like,

no matter
how much money

they make.

This is great.

We're really proud
of you, kiddo.

I don't know.

What is there not to know, huh?

You obviously did a great job.

But I didn't.

I mean, you saw.

I did it the night before
and the morning of.

Well, sometimes...

I can't believe I'm saying this.

Sometimes it isn't about that.

I could use a little help
over here.

I think what your mother's
trying to say

is that preparation
always counts.

But, a lot of times,
in the real world,

it ends up being about
the final product.

And I guess
we have to assume

that your final product--

your presentation--
was the best.

But it wasn't.

Terrence's was.

Well, that's your
opinion, honey.

But, apparently,
Mr. Cathcart doesn't agree.

Wait a second.
Who is this "Terrence"?

Is he some boy you like?

Dad!

I'm just asking.

No. No one likes him.

He's not the kind of boy
girls like.

He's kind of icky.

But his presentation

was so good.

He's like somebody
you'd see on one of those

boring cable shows or something,
talking about history.

I just keep thinking that
Mr. Cathcart made a mistake.

Well, then, you need
to talk to him about it.

Either he will convince you
that you did a great job

or you'll convince him
otherwise.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

It's cold out, Lee,
and it's late.

You kicked me out
of your bed
this morning,

and then you call me
and tell me to come over.

What's going on?

Nothing's going on.

You asked me
if I could find out

who might have
done this thing.

You know?

I'm working on it.

I got to ask you
a question though.

Do you know these girls?

You know their names?

Their names?
They're mules.

I don't know
their names.

They're recruited
over there.

I mean, whoever did this,
they took their passports.

They took their ticket stubs.

We went through that hotel
with a fine-tooth comb,

and we couldn't find a thing.

Wait a second.

Do you know something,

or are you trying
to find something out?

I know this: I know it's
too early to be waging a war

against whoever you think
it is might be responsible.

You're confusing me.
What are you saying?

I'm saying something's
starting to smell funny.

Something caught
the coroner's eye this morning.

I didn't think much
of it at first.

Maybe it's something.
Maybe it's nothing.

What are you
talking about?

I'm not entirely sure.

All I know is
something isn't adding up,

and I'd hate to see a lot
of innocent people die

and a lot of blood
get spilled for no reason.

Talk to who you
need to talk to.
Buy me some time.

Let me get
to the bottom of this.

What?

You know, we could
have had this
conversation in bed.

Someone I work with told me to
be careful with women like you

or I might just end up
like one of your mules.

They should mind
their own business.

I'll talk to whoever
I need to talk to.

I'll try to
calm things down.

I appreciate it.

Last chance.

Don't tempt me.

Mr. Cathcart?

Ariel. Come on in.

What can I
help you with?

It's about the presentation,
the trip.

Oh, you know what?

I don't actually
have the packet yet.

Uh, the permission slips and the
information for your parents--

I'm still waiting for it
to come from the central office.

Uh, no. That-That's not it.

Um, I was really surprised
that you picked me.

Come sit down.

Why are you surprised
that I would pick you?

Well, I guess I just didn't
think I was the best.

What, you think someone
else's was better?

Whose?

Terrence Bock's.

Terrence Bock?

You're kidding.

That boy disgusts me.

Terrence Bock
is a very bright boy.

Uh, his research
was very detailed.

I just look at him,
and I get depressed.

You know he's going
to spend his life alone.

But a presentation is more than
just the collection of data.

You know, its effectiveness
often hinges

on a lot of intangibles.

But does he ever wash?

Have you ever seen him

when there wasn't something
in his nose?

Likability,
the attractiveness of the person

making the presentation.

Your willingness
to listen to what
they have to say.

He's repugnant.

Even the word "repugnant"
finds him repugnant.

In all those areas, Ariel,
your work was vastly superior.

Uh, okay.

I hope I answered
your question.

And I hope you're
genuinely as excited
about this as I am.

I think we're going
to have a wonderful day
at the Capitol.

Uh, sure, Mr. Cathcart.

Hey, you got a minute?

What's that expression?

Fool me once, good for you.

Fool me twice...

Hey, what's on your mind?

I don't understand.

You should be
a happy guy.

Two days ago
we all thought

we were staring
at a drug war.

48 hours
have gone by

and nothing's happened.

I know. That's kind
of interesting, isn't it?

Well, I'm just assuming.

I mean, you told me
yesterday

you were going
to talk to some people,

try and cool things off.

You're right:
it was me.

I'm a hero.
I made peace
in the Middle East.

I should run
for President.

You know what?

I have dinner
waiting for me at home,

so if you're not going
to tell me what's
on your mind...

I spent most of the afternoon
with the coroner.

That third mule.

It's not just
a nose job,

not just nice teeth.

She had piercings
in places

I didn't know
you could pierce.

Not something you see
a lot of in Latin America.

Didn't I have
this very conversation
with you yesterday?

( sighing ):
So what are you thinking?

An American girl
in a foreign country

down on her luck
agrees to swallow drugs

for the money to get back home?

Maybe.
Maybe she never left home.

Excuse me?

Pubic hair's blonde.

Didn't have any
when they brought her in.

You know how nails
and hair keep growing
for a couple days after.

I got a hunch
her eyes were blue,

but I guess
we'll never know that.

Tell me where you're going
with this.

Somebody dies
by accident, on purpose...

I don't know.

They need
to get rid of a body.

As luck would have it,
their family happens

to be in the
drug-running business.

So you slaughter two
of your own mules,

girls that no one
will ever miss,

you throw in a third;
everybody assumes

that they come
from the same place,

do the same thing.

And while everybody's looking
for a girl from Latin America,

Jane Doe from somewhere
in the US lies unclaimed

in the coroner's office.

Something like that.

Mom?

Can you come talk to me?

That Mr. Cathcart,

the one who said those horrible
things about Terrence--

I'm pretty sure he wasn't
even in the room today.

You know what I'm talking
about, don't you?

I don't know.
Maybe. Kinda.

I think it might have been
his heart that you heard.

I think it might
have been his soul.

Okay, but what
do I do now?

I don't know.

What do you want
to do?

Shouldn't we tell someone?

Tell them what?

That deep down inside

Mr. Cathcart doesn't like
Terrence?

How would we prove that?

What would we say?

So we just do nothing?

I didn't say that.

Does Terence know how much
you liked his presentation?

No.

I don't talk to Terrence.

Nobody I know talks to Terrence.

What?

I was listening to your heart.

I was listening to your soul.

( doorbell ringing )

Hey, Lee.

I know it's the middle
of the night, but...

What's this?

Search warrant.

You're kidding, right?

Searching for what?

Why don't you just
let us in, Lee?

Appreciate it.

They'll just take
a quick look around,

then we'll be on our way.

Mr. District Attorney?

Excuse me.

Found these
on the night table, sir.

Morning.

Hey, early bird.
What's up?

I'm concerned about
Detective Scanlon.

The last three nights
I've had dreams about him.

Dreams, huh?

Well, let me be the first
to let you down easy.

Office gossip is he's got a yen
for our new deputy mayor.

I'm serious.

Come on, man.

Time to flush and go.

Your future ex is waiting.

DEVALOS:
Lieutenant Greene.

Mr. District Attorney,
may I speak to you for a moment?

In private,

if that's possible.

Sorry to interrupt.

No problem.

Is everything all right?

That, that was
Lieutenant Greene.

He runs Vice.

He came to tell me they finally
ID'd that third mule.

Turns out she wasn't
a mule at all.

She was a police officer--

an undercover police officer.

Jennifer Reed.

Nice girl.

Third-generation
Phoenix PD.

I don't understand.

Someone dyed her hair black,
pulled out her eyes,

threw her in a trash can
with two other mules, and...

they figured
that we'd be so busy

looking for someone
Colombian or Honduran or...

We didn't even know
she was missing.

I'm sorry.

What were we talking about?
Dreams...

I'm going to come back
another time.

Did you know
her well?

Not really.

She worked for Larry
in Vice.

Larry and I
came up together,

undercover work.

No, I didn't know her.

I knew the person
who did this to her, though.

Four years ago or so,
I was deep undercover

investigating the Cabrerra
family drug operation.

I was spending
a lot of time in clubs.

Spending a lot of time

with a lot of
really twisted people,

dabbling in the drugs myself,
which was really stupid,

but kind of the only way
to live in that world.

She was this club girl.

Everywhere I was, she was.

She was so much fun.

And I'm this
pathological bachelor,

but all of a sudden,
I can't bear the thought

of living my life
without this girl.

I can't bear the thought
of her being with anybody else.

I fell hard, Allison.

Then one day,
our favorite district attorney

Manuel Devalos calls me
into his office.

He says, "You engaged
to this woman?"

And it's her.

She's a Cabrerra.

It's all a setup.

I can't testify against them
without an attorney saying,

"Hey, wait a second.
You're not an unbiased witness."

So they drummed me out of Vice,

put me through rehab,
moved me over to Homicide.

I never saw her again.

Not until the other day
when she showed up

at that NA meeting.

So...

that's the wedding,
the drugs.

What else did you dream?

She blinds you.

I guess we both know
what that's about.

Larry said
this girl Jennifer

was deep undercover
in Elena's organization.

We're guessing Elena killed her,
then sought me out

to be sure we bought
the mule thing.

And we would have if it wasn't
for the plastic surgery.

What happens now?

We have a warrant out
for her arrest,

but I'm guessing she's gone.

What was that other dream?

Devalos searches
your place.

Right.

Can't help you with that one.

Hi, Mom.

I'm hungry.

Can we stop somewhere for food?

We have food
at home, Bridge.

We got apples,
oranges, bananas.

That's not food.
It's fruit.

Hi, Mom. Can I bring a friend
home from school?

Now? Today?

Oh, Ariel, who is it?

Terrence Bock.

Terrence Bock?

Sure, I guess so.

ARIEL:
Hey, Terrence, she
said it's all right!

Hi, Terrence.
Nice to meet you.

Hi.

Are you hot with that coat on?

No.

This is my sister Bridgette.

Hi.

( whispering ):
Tell her you want
to stop for food.

Thanks for being
so nice to him.

Letting him stay
for dinner and everything.

Oh, I was happy to.

He seemed really...

What is the deal
with that coat?

I don't know.

He's kind of odd.

I'm not even sure we're
going to stay friends.

Although, he did seem
to hit it off with Bridgette.

But you
were right.

I'm glad I told him how much
I liked his presentation.

You can tell
he's probably not somebody

who hears good stuff
very much.

I think you probably made him
very happy.

I talked to Mr. Cathcart, too.

Oh, yeah?

I told him I wouldn't be going
to the State Assembly.

I hope that's okay.

I think that's very okay.

How did he react?

He got really quiet.

Both of him.

We have really special kids.

I had nothing to do with it.

I wasn't even in town that week.

Did you ask what gives
with that boy and his coat?

Apparently, that's
where he derives

his extraordinary powers
of elocution from.

( sighs )

Today started off
as the most dark, awful day.

What happened
to change it?

Nothing changed.

The woman responsible
for all this death and sadness

is still at large.

Detective Scanlon
is out there somewhere

wrestling with his demons,

trying to make sense
of the choices

he's made with his life.

A young undercover cop
and two unsuspecting mules

are still dead.

Nothing changed.

It's just...

I have kids.

No matter how dark
things get at work

I can come home.

And there's always
something light.

All right, maybe I was
home those weeks.

Forget the light.

Close the door.

Elena...
you already killed one cop.

You shoot me, they won't
even bother with a trial.

They'll just claim

you tried to escape
one night

and let one of the guards
take you out for fun.

I didn't kill any cops.

I didn't kill any mules.

I didn't do this.

It wasn't done by me.
It was done to me.

Don't answer it.

Elena...

Yeah?

DEVALOS:
Lee.

It's Manny Devalos.

Lee.

Hey, what's
going on?

Is everything okay?

I don't know.
I think I have
to call Devalos.

What?

What are you
talking about?

It's 3:00 in
the morning, Al.

Almost out the door.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry. Who is this?

It's Allison Dubois.
It's Allison.

I'm sorry to call you
in the middle of the night.

It's just...

Allison, I can't talk now.

Look, someone spotted a woman
who matches the description

of Elena Cabrerra breaking
and entering an apartment

in the building where
Detective Scanlon lives.

We've been calling and calling,

but we can't get him
on the phone.

It's probably
a wild-goose chase,

but I'm headed over there now
with Lieutenant Greene.

Can I talk to you
tomorrow please?

Of course, but...

It's not
a wild-goose chase, sir.

???

Forget the light.

Close the door.

Elena...
you already killed one cop.

You shoot me, they won't
even bother with a trial.

They'll just claim

you tried to escape
one night

and let one of the guards
take you out for fun.

I didn't kill any cops.

I didn't kill any mules.

I didn't do this.

It wasn't done by me.
It was done to me.

Elena...

I need your help.

I need your protection.

What are you talking about?

Of all the women
in the world,

you're the one I know
needs the least protection.

Now put the gun down.

You're such an
adorable fool, Lee.

Everybody needs protection.

Especially drug dealers.

Don't you know that's what
you were supposed to be?

When I first met you
at the clubs,

when I first made you
for a cop,

I said to my uncles,
"That one. He's cute.

He's on his way up.
Let me at him."

And you were good
at everything.

Except the compromising-
your-convictions part.

No way were
you going to take

a piece of our operation

in return for
a little protection.

It just wasn't
in you.

Sorry to let you down.

I had a need and
you couldn't fill it.

But your friend,
Larry Greene...

What'd you call him?

"The best man I know?"

Very practical fellow.

Happy to hear that.

Now here you want my help.

Then put the gun down...

and let me take you in.

Anything you
want to say,

I know the DA
would love to hear it.

Lee...

I'm trying to tell you
what's going on.

I'm trying to tell you
what happened.

That girl? That cop?

She was deep undercover,
and she figured it out.

She figured out
Lieutenant Greene
was dirty,

so he killed her.

Made her look like a mule,

and figured I'd start
a war over it,

and by the time
the smoke cleared,

nobody'd be the wiser.

Now, that's quite
a story, Elena.

But you have to admit

you been telling stories
since the day I met you.

"I'm just a businesswoman
who loves to dance, Lee."

"I've been waiting for you
my whole life, Lee."

"I'd love
to marry you, Lee."

Now put the gun down,
let me take you to city hall

where you can tell your story

to somebody who actually
gives a damn.

Thank you.

Turn around.

( knocking )

Yeah?

Hey, Lee,
it's Greene.

Word on
the street is

you might have
some company.

Got it under control.

We're heading downtown,
you want to meet us.

Whatever you say,
amigo.

Just want to warn
you, though...

the whole damn cavalry
is on the way.

Do me a favor and tell them
to meet me back at the fort.

You got it.

Lee...

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be

used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right to counsel.

Skank-whore death merchant.

Kills a cop.
Breaks and enters.

Over and out.

Lee!

Lee!

Lee!

Yeah...

"That one," I said.

"He's cute.

Let me at him."

How you doing?

I was concerned
about you.

Why, did you have
any more dreams?

Well, yeah, actually,
I had one.

A woman came to me.

She was on her way to
a very dark, awful place,

and she knew it.

Before she got there,

she wanted me
to say "hi" to you.

To tell you
she was sorry.

To tell you
"thank you."

What, no
"Deputy Doll"?

I don't know.

I got the sense
it wasn't appreciated.

Really?

Not much of a mind reader,
are you?