Medium (2005–2011): Season 3, Episode 1 - Four Dreams: Part 1 - full transcript

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I have a theory.

We all eat.

We all sleep.

We all dream.

WOMAN:
Manuel?

Can you hear me?

Manuel wake up
Huh?

What?
What are you doing?

What, what, what are...
what are you talking about?

Geez, Manny,
are you all right?



What do you mean?

You wet the bed.

Our dreams reveal us
to ourselves.

The people we are.

Don't just shoot,
you gotta aim it.

So when that site is in
the middle of the clown's mouth,

then you shoot.
Okay, Daddy.

The people we'd like to be.

Whoo! Yeah!

You don't need much.

Just a little push.

Oh, hole in two!

Hey!

Ah, come on, boy!



You guys have fun?

Oh... sure did.

(grunting):
All right.

Here's your deposit.

A lot of people tell me
the game's even more fun

when they bring their own kid,
rather than renting one.

I know. I heard that.

You know how
to get one?

I know people.

(grunting):
Yeah.

(sighing):
Wait a second, will you?

What are you talking about--

"heads blown off"?

Mm... do me a favor,
look around.

Sometimes... a kid will hide
under the bed, in a closet.

All dead.

No, I have no idea
where the mayor is.

It's 5:52 in the morning.

I'm guessing
that he's at home, asleep.

Wait a second,
give me an address.

How many children?

No, don't move anything,
just lock it down.

I'm maybe 35 minutes away.

I'll be right down there.

Some people have dreams
that amaze them...

...and entertain them.

And then there are my dreams.

Where is your head?

You keep staring at the ceiling
like your mind is somewhere else.

Like your mind is on someone else.

It's rude to pay a woman for her attention

and then not give her any.

MAN:
Speak English.

You want English?

Why'd you come to Indonesia?

Go home to America.

Where are you going?

I'm going
to the airport.

I'm going home.

(scoffs)
I feel
like going home.

You can't do that.

You're intoxicated.

Do you even have a ticket?

Besides...
it's early in the morning.

It's not time for traveling.

It's time to make love.

Keep the change.

What's the matter?

What's going on?

A dream?
Ugh, yeah.

You want to talk
about it?

I don't know.

I'm not sure there's anything
to talk about.

Oh, wow.

Well, that's a first.

I mean,
it took place in Indonesia.

I don't know anyone
in Indonesia.

You would've
liked it, though.

There was a naked
girl in it.

This is weird.

I just had the
exact same dream.

Oh, really.

Truly.

Was there a guy in your dream
who got his head chopped off?

No.

I just had the
naked girl part.

I see.

You had a guy...

Well, I hope you're happy.

Now I'm afraid to
go back to sleep

and finish the dream.

Yeah, well,
welcome to my world.

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S03E01E02 - Four Dreams
Original Air Date: 15 November 2006

I have a sore throat.

What are you
talking about?

Don't make me
say it again.

It really hurts.

Come here, Bridge.

Let's have a
look at you.
No, don't, Daddy.

(giggling loudly):
Hey, hey!

Oh, what do you know?

All cured.

No, wait.

That was my tickle throat,
not my talking throat.

(chuckles)
Well, you can use

your tickle throat
in school today.

No one will know
the difference.

Bridge...
Hmm?

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

No, you'll just
think it's stupid.

Well, maybe, maybe not.

Well, I had the funnest
dream last night,

and I was sort of hoping

that I could stay in bed
and have it again today.

What kind of dream?

It was a cartoon
with monkeys in it.

BRIDGETTE:
Oh, no.

Hello?

If I swing by your house
in 20 minutes,

could you join me for a
little trip to Paradise Valley?

Uh, hang on a second.

I have to ask my husband if he
can run the girls to school.

Yes, I can run the
girls to school.

And don't worry, Bridge,
if you start feeling

a little feverish, I'll
just tickle you some more.

Not funny, Daddy.

Not...
Whoa!

funny... Daddy.
(giggling)

Not funny.

So what are we
rushing off to see?

Well, I can't seem to get a
straight answer on that one.

I asked Detective Scanlon if
he thought it might be useful

to have you on the scene,

and he indicated that it
certainly couldn't hurt.

You seem awfully thirsty.

You okay?

It's the heat.

You'd think, after all these
years, a body would adjust.

REPORTER:
But I don't understand.

Why are we not being told
the exact nature of the crime?

DINOVI:
You're not being told
the exact nature

of the crime because the
investigation is ongoing

and has not yet reached a stage

where we can make
that determination.

REPORTER 2:
Where is the mayor?

We're hearing rumors
of a cult-like slaughter,

a Manson-style killing spree.

Shouldn't the mayor be here?

I spoke with the mayor
early this morning.

He's rushing back
from a fact-finding mission.

I'm sure he'll have plenty
to say when he gets here.

Sorry, folks.

I'm afraid that's all
I have for now.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Fact finding mission?

That's what
his girlfriend said.

A Las Vegas
fact finding mission.

Apparently, that's where
all the best facts are found.

Okay.

My interest is piqued.

What exactly are we
looking at here, Lee?

Not exactly sure yet.

Wealthy family-- mother,
father, three kids.

Live-in help had
the weekend off.

Housekeeper
lets herself in

at 5:00 a.m., discovers
all of them shot to death.

Was it a robbery?

Maid says
nothing's missing.

Family attorney's
on his way over

with a locksmith
to look in the vault,

but our guys are telling
me it hasn't been touched.

Put your party clothes on,
I'll show you what we got.

SCANLON:
We're guessing
the wife here

heard the shots
from the family room

and was standing, attempting
to get out of the tub

when her attacker came

to this doorway.

There was no weapon present
when the first team

of responding officers
showed up this morning.

Doesn't appear to be
a murder-suicide.

TV REPORTER:
Now for more on
the market sell-off...

Honey?

TV REPORTER:
...early warning
stock predicting...

The kids were all
shot in their beds.

Dog's in here, too.

DEVALOS:
Allison?

Yeah, I know, the kids.

I'll take your word for it.

We need to find out
everything we can

about the man
of the house.

Maybe... it's
a revenge killing.

Pretty savage
form of revenge.

Maybe the attorney will open

the safe and tell us
the family jewels are missing.

Sorry, guys, but I seriously
doubt this was a robbery.

Why do you say that?

That's an Armand Vartanian,

probably worth three quarters

of a million dollars.

I mean, if you're looking
for something of value.

I'm gonna visit
the powder room,

then we'll be
on our way.

See you in about an hour.

Can I help you?

I don't know.

I'm gonna call the police.

If you need help,
they can help you.

What?

I would really appreciate it

if you could just wait
for them the sidewalk.

This your house?

Phoenix Police, this
is Allison Dubois

with the District
Attorney's office.

Phoenix?

I'm in Phoenix?
I made the plane?

I have a man here
standing on my front porch.

No, you don't.

No, no, you don't.

I don't know who he is.

He didn't identify himself.

Oh, that's not true.
That's not true.

My name's Clay Bicks.

Clay Bicks.

Oh, my God.

(chuckles):
Hey...

Clay.

You cut your hair.

What'd you say
your last name was?

Dubois.

Benoit.

Allison Benoit.

Al.

Cut your hair, too.

Come here, you.

No, no, back up, back up.

I, uh... it's been awhile
between showers, you know?

I still can't believe

they let me on the plane.

God, you look great.

Plane from where?

Indonesia.

Indonesia.

Yeah, I'm a shooter--
photographer.

You know, magazines,
wire services.

Sounds dangerous.

I know.

I get a little anxious
just talking about it.

What kind of idiot
goes over there,

seeks work like that, huh?

They do have
a couple of

excellent bars, though.

Damn, you look, uh... great.

You look different.

And how dare you change
when I wasn't looking?

Well, it's a long time
since high school, Clay.

Yeah... You got
kids now, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah... Why'd you go
do that without me?

What, just 'cause you ain't
seen me in 17, 18 years?

Bet you're
married now, huh?

Happy, well-adjusted.

Bet you never get
stinking drunk.

Bet you bathe every day.

You know...

I got a weird confession
to make.

I been in a couple
of hairy spots in my life.

Stared down a couple of
loaded barrels,

had a couple of
scary helicopter rides.

Got taken hostage once
for three days in Samoa.

And you know that moment when
you're thinking, "This is it."

You know,
the Clay Bicks Show is over.

You know who'd keep
popping in my head?

You.

Ms. Benoit.

Voted most likely
to stay in someone's head

long after they've let them go.

Maybe they shouldn't have.

You're my favorite regret.

You don't remember
getting on the plane?

Nah, I was pretty loaded.

And you don't remember
getting off here in Phoenix?

Why don't you come in the house?

We'll have a cup
of coffee, and...

mom this is......???

and ????

so...????

you know.do???

5

Just...
I'll be there in a second.

BRIDGETTE:
Are we having dinner yet?

ARIEL: Uh, what are you
talking about?

Daddy's not even home yet.
And it's, like, 5:30.

And why are you
in your pajamas?

Well, as soon
as dinner's over,

I want to go
right to bed.

Why?
I had the funnest
dream last night.

It was a cartoon
called The Monkeyheads,

and I can't wait
to see more of it.

TheMonkeyheads?!

That's so over.

That was on when
I was little.

BRIDGETTE:
So? I don't care.

I still like it.

DEVALOS:
Yeah... my whole
morning's open.

Just set the appointment,
e-mail me the time.

Right. I'm home now.

Just e-mail me the time.

Okay.

Whew... Damn.

There are just some
days that can't end

fast enough.

Mmm! Smells good.

Smells good.

Call them back
and tell them

you're not free
tomorrow morning.

I called Dr. Berman.

He remembered you.

I made an appointment
for 10:30.

I'll drive you.

I'm a grown man.

I can make my own
doctor's appointments,

thank you very much.

There's something
wrong, Manuel.

I'm worried you're
falling apart inside.

Sometimes, I wake up
in the morning,

and you're laying
there and I...

I think you're dead.

I can't hear you breathe,
you're covered in sweat,

you're white as a ghost.

I'm fine.

It's Phoenix-- it's
hot and I sweat.

Tomorrow, I will
find a doctor.

I will call and I will
make an appointment.

And when the time comes,
I'll drive myself.

Right now, I'm hungry,
and I'm, uh...

gonna eat.

How do you think
he knew where you lived?

I have no idea.

How do you think
he knew you'd be home?

I have no idea.

What do you think he wanted?

(sighs):
I have no idea.

I think maybe
I'm a little jealous.

He's dead, Joe.

Well, you know,
in some ways,

that could give him
an unfair advantage.

I don't think
he knows he's dead.

What? You trying to get me
to feel sorry for him?

I think maybe

that's why he's here.

Maybe that's why
he's waiting for me.

I think maybe
I'm supposed to tell him.

You don't think
he'll get the gist

when he looks in the mirror
and there's nobody there?

When the phone
stops ringing?

When nobody bothers
to check his theater stub

after he comes back
from the candy counter?

I think they've
got a pretty good

orientation system
already in place.

Then why did I have
that encounter?

And why was he brought here?

I don't know, he needed
the extra frequent flier miles,

figured an extra stopover?

I believe these things

happen to me for a reason.

The challenge is
to have the patience

to wait for the reason
to reveal itself.

Hmm... profundity.

If I dig it out, will you write
that in my high school yearbook?

(singsong):
Someone is jealous.

Of your high school boyfriend?
I think not.

He was pretty wild.

I was pretty wild.

Well, he's not wild now.

I'm sorry.

I've really had
my fill of death today.

I really have.

Deputy Mayor DiNovi.
I'll tell you what I know.

The Costigans all died
early this morning

of close-range shotgun wounds.

Preliminary investigations
suggest that the killings

were not related to
Mr. Costigan's employment.

We are aware of
similar home invasions

in Wyoming and New Mexico

during the last 12 months.

Beyond that,
it's an active investigation.

Hopefully, we'll know
more in the morning.

WOMAN:
Do you have
anything to say

to the people of Phoenix
who are obviously frightened?

Phoenix is a safe city.

But obviously, people need
to take precautions.

Lock your doors,
lock your windows.

Check in on your loved ones,

check in on your neighbors,

and know that we are
gonna find these people.

We're gonna stop these people.

REPORTER:
And what does the mayor have
to say about all this?

DINOVI:
The mayor fell ill
prior to boarding a plane

back to Phoenix this morning.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Yeah, I saw it;
of course I saw it.

You were great.

You couldn't hear me cheering
from over here?

You coming over?

I don't care.

Ring the bell, wake me up.

I mean it.

2:00 in the morning.
Whenever.

Wake me up.

It was so random.

They were so unprepared.

I mean, in his wildest dreams,
could he have ever imagined

that he would have died
lying on his belly...

reading the paper?

And the mom.

Was she singing in the shower,
seconds before it happened?

And the kids.

What were they dreaming about

before their lives
were snuffed out?

Are you sure
everything's locked?

I'll go check again.

Mom?

Mom?!

Mom...!

Mom, please!

Mom!

Help!

BRIDGETTE:
Mommy...

I just had a bad dream.

Yeah, me, too.

You know you don't have
to go to bed early

to see The Monkeyheads,
they're all out on DVD.

Well, I don't care!

I hate The Monkeyheads!

Somebody had
a nightmare last night.

So that's what you were doing
in our bed

this morning.
Well, Monkeyheads are scary.

Monkeyheads aren't scary,
they're just stupid.

You're stupid!

Nobody's stupid.

Marie, baby, we're all out

of Nutty Wutteys.
How about

some flakes?

We have millions of kinds
of flakes.

I want some eggs!

Did you see this?

How do you feel about frying
your daughter some eggs,

so I could sit down

- ...and have myself a cup of...
- Oh, sure.

- I'm done.
. I'm done.

Daddy's making you eggs.

Thanks, Daddy.

So, I know that Bridgette
had a nightmare.

Tell me about your nightlife.

Any visits from old boyfriends?

No.

I suppose he figured out
where he was supposed to be,

and how to get there,
all by himself.

What do you mean?
Are you telling me

that you actually had
a sound night's sleep?

I didn't say that;
I just didn't see

any news you can use,
if you know what I mean.

Nothing about Clay,

nothing about this.

I did have a terryfying dream
about a little b-o-y.

That took place I
don't know where,

I don't know when,
involving I don't know who.

Isn't that what you said

about your Indonesian nightmare?

I mean, before you realized who
and what it was really about.

Well, that's what has me
so worried.

Oh, Lee.

Can I talk to you
about something?

I don't know if it
means anything but...

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

You mind taking a ride,
we'll talk in the car?
Sure.

What's going on?

Some hikers spotted a
minivan, sitting upside-down

in a couple feet of water.
?????es in it.

There are.

A mother and her son.

Okay.

And you wanted to
talk to me about...?

We just covered it.

Someone slept alone
last night.

You really are psychic.

Ha, ha.

Shaving cream.
Yeah, clever.

No woman would let a man
leave home like that.

Yeah, well, wasn't
for lack of trying.

She's just been working
all hours.

Between this home invasion thing
and the mayor

flaking out.

Hm.

How old were you
when you got married?

Me? Um... nine.

I've been married 12 years.

So, yeah, nine, mm-hmm.

Yeah, well, I'm
pushing 14 myself.

You know, I never really
lived with anyone.

Not long-term.

Hey, if it works for you.

Yeah, well, I'm not so sure
it does anymore.

Tough to make the leap.

But I'm thinking there might be
some leaping in my future.

Well, go on, Baryshnikov.

You can see where the big SUV
pushed against it,

forced it off the road.

Maybe.

It's just so eerie.

Everything I dreamt about
happened.

Well, that has to give you
some sense of satisfaction.

No, it doesn't.

I feel like
a walking carnival trick.

I dreamt about this little boy
drowning to death.

What do you know?

It really happened.

What is the point?

Why show it to me
if I can't prevent it?

So I have answers
for the police questions

15 minutes before they
would have them otherwise?

You know, um,

a very intuitive lady
once said to me...

"I believe these things happen
to me for a reason,

"and the challenge is having
the patience

to wait for the reason
to reveal itself."

Oh, zip it.

Anyway, I called Mrs.
Pasternack down the street.

She's going to take the girls
home with her.

So if you could stop by
her place on the way home...

Thy will be done.

CRIME TECH:
Everything we can do
here, we've done.

The rest of it

really ought to happen
back at the lab.

I made a call-- flatbed's
on its way out here.

Anything you want to share?

Well, wherever
they were going,

they knew it was going to
take them a while to get there.

Car's full of clothes,
toiletries...

No maps, though.

No tickets or brochures.

You get the feeling that maybe

it was
a pretty spontaneous trip.

But you got a lot of
the kinds of things

you see on a long road trip,
like DVDs for the kid,

fast food wrappers,
juice boxes...

What's this?
It was in the player.

They must've had it on

when they went over the side--
The MonkeyHeads.

Did you say Monkeyheads?

Mm-hmm.

SCANLON:
What's the big deal?

Does that mean something?

(gasping):
Oh, boy...

1

Hey, I'm home.

Shh, shh, shh.
You'll wake the baby.

Marie's already down?

Have you looked
at your watch?

It's after 9:00.

Wow.
You do good work.

What about Bridgette?

I really need to
talk to Bridgette.

Well, I don't know,

she's been in bed
for half an hour,

but I couldn't tell you
if she's asleep or not,

'cause she fought me
every step of the way.

Three days ago, she couldn't
wait to get to bed,

and now she acts like

I'm sending her off
to the electric chair.

You going to have
some food?

Later.
(sighs)

Did you feel that?

What?

That blast of cold air?

What are you talking about?

I don't even think
the air-conditioning's on.

I don't know.

I've been
feeling them all night.

Maybe it's just my imagination.

Maybe you're going through
the change of life.

Ah, could be.

(whispering):
Bridgette.

Bridgette?

Hey. Hey.

(gently):
Hey...

What are you doing
with this?

This is your sister's.

Well, I wasn't hurting it.

I was just listening to it.

Well, you're not supposed
to be listening to it,

you're supposed
to be asleep.

Well, I don't want to be asleep.

Sleeping is scary.

I seeMonkeyheads
when I sleep.

And why is that scary?

Monkeyheads aren't scary.
Monkeyheads are funny.

No, no, they're not.
Not lately.

Really?

Tell me what you've seen.

Well, the other night,

this mama monkey
and this baby monkey,

they were in their car,

and then these bad monkeys
chased them

and chased them

and then pushed them right off
the road and into this lake.

And then?

And then they just sat there,

and they were upside-down,
and they were bleeding,

and the car got filled
up all with water.

And they just sat there.

And then they were breathing
funny little cartoon bubbles.

And then they
finally fell asleep,

and turned into Angel Monkeys,

and floated out the car
and up to heaven.

Sweetie...

Well, I can see why
you wouldn't want to have

another dream like that.

But here's
the thing, Bridge--

I am almost 100% sure

that the bad dreams are over.

I really think it's okay
to go back to sleep.

You do?
I do.

And if, for some strange reason,
I'm wrong,

you can come into my bed.

But... I don't think I'm wrong.

I think the bad dream
is over.

Well, I hope so.

'Cause it's really tiring
trying not to sleep.

She dreamt it, too.

The little boy,
the drowning.

What are you
talking about?

She dreamt a cartoon version
of the same thing I did.

Cartoon?

Why a cartoon?

The little boy

was watching cartoons
when he drowned.

I suppose he was trying to make
peace with the way he died,

trying to find someone
to tell his story to.

They're about
the same age.

I hate that she dreams
that stuff.

I know.

For what it's worth,
I think she's okay.

She really thinks
it is a cartoon.

A scary cartoon,
but still a cartoon.

And I do think it's over.

Oh...

God.

Tell me you don't feel that.

Feel what?

It's like arctic.

You didn't feel
that cold blast of air?

Come here, let me
feel your head.

You don't feel feverish.

But why don't you go
lay down in bed?

I'll be in in a minute.

I don't feel sick.

I don't know what to tell you.

It's Phoenix, Arizona.

If you're feeling the chills,
you're getting sick.

Just go.

I'll clean up.
I'll lock up.

Hey, Al.

Sorry about the cold.

I hear it goes away,
eventually, though.

What else have you heard?

Oh... that you can see me.

That you can hear me.

That, uh, that's pretty rare.

I am really sorry, Clay.

The other day,
outside my house...

I wasn't sure.

I thought you might be...

But I wasn't sure.

I'm really glad you're here.

I'm really glad
I get to say good-bye.

Don't be sorry.
Nothing to be sorry about.

Truth is, I've been flirting
with this all my life.

Now that I'm here...

it's not like the view's
all that bad.

You know what
else I heard?

What's that?

That if I try hard enough,

that if I want it bad enough,

sometimes, someone like me

can be felt...

by someone like you.

I have to tell you,
I've never...

Allison?

Do you want a hand
locking up?

Uh... sure.

Absolutely.

Hello, Detective.

Your deputy-ship.

Haven't seen you
in a couple of days.

You know what's been going on.

I look up from my desk,
it's 11:00 at night.

Well, the mayor's
back in town now.

I saw it right on the
front page of the paper.

No reason for you not
to come over tonight.

Well, then maybe I will.

Well, if you ring the bell,
maybe I'll let you in.

10:00-ish okay?

I got a call from this woman
in the third district.

Worked on our last campaign.

Wants to buy me a drink.

She was very insistent.

You sure it was a woman?

Don't you have somewhere
you need to be?

Oh, um...

So... 10:00-ish.

Hey.

Hey.

(clears throat)
Allison here yet?

She's the one who wanted
to have this meeting.

I've got a doctor's thing
this afternoon,

desk full of work.

Excuse me.

SCANLON:
The dead woman, the
driver of the minivan,

name is Olga Bankova.

She's a naturalized
U.S. citizen,

34 years old, single mother,
artist of some kind.

Also works as a substitute
teacher; no priors.

They were over 200 miles
from home when they died.

The child in the backseat
was her son Ian.

Seven years old.

What else do we know?
Not much.

We're checking paint and body
shops around the state,

looking for any large vehicles
with horizontal abrasions

consistent with
the minivan's.

So...

we're certain the car
was pushed into that lake bed?

No.
Yes.

No one in the crime lab
is willing to say

in a definitive way that the
minivan was actually pushed

into that lake bed.

Yes, there's paint on the car,
yes, the side is scraped

consistent with that kind
of scenario

but the vehicle also took
about a 40-foot fall,

which could account
for the damage

and the mismatched paint could
also be from a previous mishap.

That coupled with the fact
that no one

can seem to come up
with any kind of motive...

I know that she was pushed
off the road.

I saw it happen.
My daughter saw it, too.

Your daughter?

Really?

Did either one of you,
perchance,

see who was driving
the other vehicle?

I didn't, no.

What about your daughter?

My daughter doesn't have any
information you could use.

I don't understand.

I'm gathering that, like you,

your daughter saw all this
in a dream.

Don't you think
it might be useful to us

to interview her, see
if we couldn't piece together

some kind of description?

I'm familiar with a number of
people from around the state

who have a lot of expertise

when it comes
to interviewing children.

I mean, we'd have to finesse
the whole dream thing,

but I'm sure
it could be handled.

She saw them,
but she didn't see them.

Look, it was a cartoon.

She saw the whole thing
as a cartoon.

The people who pushed
the minivan off the road

were cartoon people.

Everybody was a cartoon.

I see.

Any news
on the home invasion front?

SCANLON:
Not really. No.

Place turned out to be
amazingly clean.

I mean,
clearly these guys were pros.

Aha.

No leads
on the home invasion front.

Dark cartoon forces at work,

pushing vehicles off
our thoroughfares.

It's a wonderful day
to be the district attorney.

Excuse me?

You're excused.

(mimics):
"It's a wonderful day
to be the district attorney."

You know the man's under
a lot of pressure.

That's not the point.
It was mean.

It was needlessly mean.

He's not himself.

I don't know what's
wrong with him.

Who are you guys talking about?
Nobody.

You know, all they're talking
about on the radio is

how these guys are
still out there,

it's just a matter of time
before they do it again.

Okay, I get it.

He's under a lot of pressure
on that case,

and I'm not helping him
on that case.

Well, I'm sorry.

I wish I could pick and choose
what I dream

on any given day, but I can't.

So it isn't
the crime du jour.

I can't help that.

I see what I see, and I know
what I know and my daughter...

Uh-uh...
I think you're blowing this

way out of proportion.
My daughter

doesn't get to specify
the style of presentation

when someone reaches out to her
from the great beyond

to tell her something.
"Well, I'm sorry,

we're not accepting
cartoon dreams today."

The district attorney prefers
his clues from the other side

more straightforward.

More crime, less character.

More like an episode
of Law & Order.

Allison.

Are you talking about me?

No, honey,
nobody's talking about you.

Nobody's talking about anybody.

I need a bath.

Is something wrong, Mommy?

It's not you guys.

Mommy just had a hard day.

No, I'm, uh, I'm still here.

Of course.
I know it's dinnertime.

He just wanted
to run some tests,

and I'm just sitting here
waiting for the results.

I'll call you when I'm done.

I love you, too.

I've been guarding
it with my life.

I appreciate it.

Yeah?

Bridge and Marie are down.

Ariel's taking a shower.

I thought I would just lock up
and go to bed.

Oh, my God,
how long have I been in here?

That's all right;
you look comfortable.

You're allowed.

I'll be back.
I won't let you drown.

WOMAN:
We're very aware
of everything

that's been going on
with the mayor.

We're all aware
of how mercurial he can be.

You've been very deft

the way you've covered for him.

That's my job.

Oh, and you
do it well.

You seem very, um,
at ease on television.

Oh?

Have you ever considered
running for office?

Excuse me?

We'd like to see you go after
a spot on city council.

Oh, let me ask
you something.

How do I do this?

Just ask her.

You got a boyfriend?

Hopefully, a doctor
or a lawyer.

Someone with some standing.

I'm just kidding.

But seriously, is there someone
we should know about?

Whoever they are,
they're going to end up
being very involved.

Please, whomever it might be,

just don't let it be
a civil servant.

All of the union agreements
are coming up in January,

(laughs):
and that's all we need.

I'd do that for you,
if I could.

1

I'm beginning to think
it's a big lie.

2

What are you doing here?
874
00:43:13,380 --> 00:43:14,350
875
00:43:14,350 --> 00:43:15,550
But that's crazy.

That's wrong.
You can't be here.

You can't do this.

I have a family,
and you have someplace

you're supposed to be.

Well, I like it here.

I like your house;
it feels good.

I like your kids.

You're not thinking clearly.

You must still be in shock.

And you're leaving
out my husband.

I have a husband.
I have a life.

Really?
(door opens)

Locked and loaded.

Hey, you know what?

Wet becomes you, my darling.

You look good like that.

I may toss you
in that tub every night.

"Wet becomes you"?

This is so unfair.

(chuckles)
What's that?
I say the wrong thing?

You want me to go?

Just say, "Clay,
I need you to go."

JOE:
I can't help it.
You come over here

and look at yourself
in that water,

in the candlelight.

Sorry, baby, it's
bigger than both of us.

Kind of a goofball, huh?

Stop it.

You're seriously
bothered?

Just say, "Clay, I need
you to go."

See, this is it.
This is the kind of stuff.

This is why we were
never meant to be.

What are you talking about?

"Never meant to be"?

Does he know he's got
toothpaste on his mouth?

Does he have any idea
how sad and pathetic

this all is?
Clay, I need you to go!

Clay?

Did you say "Clay"?

As in high school Clay?

Is he here?

Allison?

Hey, Allison!

Allison!

(screaming):
Mommy!

Is he in here?
I don't see him, no.

Then where is he, Allison?

I don't know.
I don't see him, either.

You expect me
to believe that?

BRIDGETTE (screaming):
Mommy!

Hello?

Hey, you still coming over?

How'd the drink thing go?

They just left.
It went great.

It went really great.

But I need to talk
to you about something.

Anything.
What's going on?

Hang on a second, honey,
I'm getting another call.

Baby, whatever it is,
it's gonna have to hold.

I just got a call.

Somebody hit a mansion
in Bear Park.

I don't have all
the details yet,

but, uh, looks like I'm gonna
have to run out there.

Hello?

Oh, yes, I understand.

He's right here.

Manuel?

What are you doing?

There's been another one
of those house things.

Okay, I know.

The light is on, right?

You turned
on the lamp?

The lamp is on?
What are you talking about?

Yes, the light is on.
They're on the phone.

Shh, don't panic. Just tell them
I'll call them back.

What are you talking about
you'll "call them back"?

Lilly...

listen to me.

Don't be alarmed...

but I can't see a damn thing.

(crying)
Shh, Bridgette.

(phone ringing)
Sweetie, it was
just a bad dream.

Sweetie, stop. You're
gonna make yourself sick.

It's Scanlon.

Hello?
Come here.

SCANLON (on phone):
Allison, it happened again.

They got the man of the house.

He has a golf club.

The Mom...

In the hall, yeah.

What about the baby?

Did they get the baby?

Yeah, they got the baby, too.

How'd you know?

5

Go to sleep, Joe.

I can't go to sleep.

He's not here.

You don't know that.

I don't see him.
I don't see him anywhere.

I would tell you
if I did.

But you're not
even looking.

I don't see him.

I swear.
Right.

Uh-huh.
What, you don't
believe me?

Allison, the man has
apparently been here

for two whole days.

Now, either you forgot

to mention it or he
can choose when it is

that you see him, and neither
of those two scenarios

makes me particularly
comfortable.

You know, you can
really be an ass.

I didn't do this, Allison.

I'm going to go sleep
in the girls' room.

Go.
Holler if you see a ghost.

Yeah, if you see a ghost,
remember:

you're a married woman.

Hey, "Allibaster."

Your guy's got quite
the temper, huh?

You think he has a temper?

Shh, down, girl.

How dare you--
camp out in my house?!

Toy with my family,
toy with me,

someone you claim to care about?

I hate you.

No, you don't.
Yes,

I do and I need you
to leave my house.

Funny how
things work out.

You know, when we were in
school, I thought you were

the smartest thing
on two legs.

When we were in school,
I thought you were smug.

And vain and selfish
and nice to look at

and maybe, deep down,
had a heart.

I guess I was wrong
about the heart.

You know, he's mistaken
about you in there.

Pissed off becomes you.

Leave my house!

Don't you think I
would, if I could?

Well, maybe you just
have to try harder.

Come on, you can do it.

Find a light
and walk into it.

You think it's just
a coincidence I ended up here,

out of all the places
in all the world?

Your house?

You think it's an
accident you can see me?

Hear me? I don't.

I've been to a lot of places,
I've seen a lot of things.

I don't believe in coincidence.

I'm here for a reason...

like it or not, baby.

I think that
reason is you.

Mommy, I got scared and I
thought I heard voices.

It's just me, sweetie,
talking to myself.

Did you have a bad dream?

Uh... kind of.

Do you want to come in my
bed and sleep with me?

That might make it all better.

If you don't mind.

Okay, just this once.

As long as we don't
make a habit out of it.

(chuckles):
Okay.

(beeping)
MAN:
Mr. Devalos.

I'm going to shine a very bright
light into your eyes.

I need you to tell me
if you see something.

Anything.

DEVALOS:
Uh, yeah.

It's very blurry, but I can see.

I see you and I see the room.

And I can see you, Lilly.

My best guess is
that we're looking
at a severe case

of diabetic retinopathy.

Blood sugar's
off the charts.

You're lucky you
can see at all.

You're lucky
you're conscious.

DEVALOS:
What does this mean?

Is this thing curable?

It means we wait.

Wait for that insulin
we're putting in you

to hopefully start
doing its work.

And wait for the
doctors who really

know their way
around this stuff

to get here, which
may be a little bit.

It is 4:00 in the
morning, you know.

LILLY:
But he's gonna be okay?

We just have to hope the
damage isn't too great.

Mr. Devalos...

when was the last
time you saw a doctor?

DEVALOS (sighing):
I honestly don't know.

I really can't remember.

I'm gonna shut
this light off.

I suggest you
get some rest.

Okay.
Mommy.

I know.

I saw it, too.

It's okay, honey.

It's okay,
it was just a cartoon.

Okay? Shh.

DEVALOS:
Hey.

I can see you.

Hey.

I can see you, too.

You look kind of soft and gauzy,

kind of like an angel.

Kind of like...

we might be in heaven.

We're not dead, are we?

God, I hope not.

I have a bunch of stuff I have
to pick up at the dry cleaners.

If I'm dead,
Joe will never remember

where I keep the tickets.

What did you do?

The dentist, the doctor, flying.

Those are my three big demons.

When I was a teenager,

my... my mother

worked in a department store
refolding merchandise

at night after
everyone had gone home.

She didn't even feel bad.

Just a little pain
under her arm.

Ignored it for the longest time.

Store insisted she see someone.

And then, six weeks later...

I do believe that's
the last time I ever cried.

Got a life's worth of tears out.

You come all this way

just to give me that
swell-looking balloon?

Olga Bankova and her son
were run off the road

by the same people who killed
the Costigan family last week,

slaughtered the Milano family
last night.

And you know this how?

I know.

We're still in the land
of cartoon people, right?

I'd really like to see
where they lived,

this boy and his mother.

We've already had
a detective out there,

but, sure, you're welcome
to take a look.

Hey, hold on a second.

Uh, thought you
were a friend.

Gaze into your crystal ball.

Give a sick man some hope.

It just doesn't work that way.

A lot of times,

the people closest to me...

I didn't even know you were ill.

I do know
that your wife loves you.

We passed
in the hall.

She was going home to clean up,

call relatives.

It just poured off her.

"I love this man.

"I'm so angry at this man.

"I love this man.

I am so angry at this man."

ALLISON:
Thank you.

They smashed their way
through this door.

Who, the cartoon bad guys?

It's an old,
rotted doorjamb,

an old, rotted door.

If she didn't have it locked,
didn't have the chain on it,

you could kick this open,

we'd never even know.

What is it we're
looking for again?

I don't know, a reason why
killers who hit wealthy families

for no reason at all
would also kill

a substitute teacher
and her child.

SCANLON:
Methinks the woman
liked to paint.

Look at this.

It looks like she's trying
to learn how to paint

in the style
of this artist.

Do these look familiar?

Sure. I'd recognize
that squiggle anywhere.

It's after
5:00, Allison.

We've got at least a
two-hour drive back.

Allison?

The food court at the mall?

You can have dinner
anywhere you want,

and you want to have it
at the food court at the mall?

Daddy, if you don't really
want to know, you shouldn't ask.

What's wrong with the
food court at the mall?

They have everything.

They have food from
all over the world.

Okay, the people have spoken.

Let me just get
out of these clothes,

and we'll head out to the mall.

Yippee.

Hello?

She is my wife, you know.

Mine.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking,
what am I gonna do, kill you?

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

But I will figure something out.

I am gonna make your death

more miserable than your life.

She's mine.

Hey, Ariel?

Ariel, sweetie,
come here for a second.

Hey, come here.
What are you doing?

I thought you
were changing.

I thought we were
going to the mall.
We are, we are.

Just have a look
around the room.

Okay.

What am I
looking for?

I don't know.
What do you see?

Do you see anything?

What are you
talking about?

I see what you see.

It's your room.

It looks like your
room always looks.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just curious.

So...

there's nothing you see in here
that's out of the ordinary?

I don't know.

Did Mommy get a new
bedspread or something?

Huh.

It's the wind, Daddy.

It's just the wind.

Huh.

I'm really hungry.

We're all
really hungry.

Yes, me, too.

Come on.

I'll change later.
Let's get out of here.

Let's go.

6

Look at this.
Together again.

If we're here,
who's running the city?

Could you have picked
a more out of the way place?

Yeah, pretty
obscure, huh?

May I start you off
with something to drink?

You on the clock?

I'll have a scotch
and soda.

The lady will have
a dirty martini.

So, when last we spoke, uh...

DINOVI:
When last we spoke...

Where do I start?

Drinks... Lady from
the third district...

It went great.

It's been 24 hours, and
I still don't believe it.

Believe what?

They want me to run
for city council.

(exhales)
I should cancel the cocktails

and get us
a bottle of champagne.

Don't do that.
I've been dreaming

about a martini all day.

A martini? Not me?

A martini and you.

I was just

so completely
taken by surprise.

Then they started hitting
me with questions.

Questions?

"Where were you born?
Are you a native?

"Do you belong
to any clubs?

Are you involved
with anyone?"

You fess up?

I told them the truth.

That, for all intents
and purposes, I'm...

You're at my house
one or two nights a week.

Well, no, I didn't
tell them that.

I don't think a woman
running for office

should be bragging about
making the walk of shame

from her lover's apartment to
her car at 6:30 in the morning,

praying that nobody sees her.

Yeah, well...

...I want to talk to you
about that.

No, it's okay.

I realized something.

I like what we have,
the way we have it.

I wasn't sure
at first.

Never been with someone who
didn't want to come home with me

to my folks at
Christmas, but...

but it's okay.

It's actually good.

One of the things these
people said to me was,

I guess a lot of the
union agreements--

police, fire, teachers--
they're all coming up next year.

I mean, the last thing they
wanted to hear was that I'm--

whatever you call this thing we
have-- with a civil servant.

Is that what I am,
a civil servant?

What? No.

That's their word.

It's really just about...

I get the point.

They don't want you
sleeping with the help.

It's really just about
these negotiations.

What did you say?

(cell phone ringing)
There was nothing to say.

Got it.

I'll see you there.

Wait a second.

I thought we were having dinner.

Look, I don't know
what to tell you.

I'm just a civil servant.

I get a call, I go to work.

Lee...
What?

Hey, some people just got shot
to death in Hasbrook Heights.

The mayor's back in town,

so you're not
getting the call,

but I'm just a working guy.

Enjoy your drink; it's paid for.

Are you hurt?

You don't even let me keep
a toothbrush at your place

and you're hurt?!

I'm not hurt.

I'm thrilled for you.

You have my vote.

But I got to go.

Will the gentleman
be returning?

It's Scanlon.
He says it's important.

You didn't have another
bad dream, did you?

Hello?

SCANLON:
You want the good news, the bad
news or the very bad news?

Just tell me
what's going on.

(over phone):
Another home invasion.

Only this time, the homeowner
was packing heat.

Killed all three of them.

I think it's over, Allison.

I think it's all over.

Okay.

What about the very bad news?

Your boss is still
in the hospital.

I need you to get dressed
and come downtown

and help me interrogate
the solid citizen

who gunned down
these three bastards.

What is it, Mommy?

Who's on the phone?

Hold on.

It's the police, honey.

They got the bad Monkeyheads.

They're not gonna bother
anybody anymore.

SCANLON:
Spell your name
for me, please.

Alan Gardner.

G-A-R-D-N-E-R.

And I should warn you,

I don't think
I'm actually sick, but I...

We know.

We know that you've been through
a lot tonight.

The officer mentioned
that you've been throwing up.

I think it's just nerves.

I'm actually feeling
a little better right now.

You want to tell
us what happened?

What happened...

I don't know...
I mean, I guess,

like everybody with a big
house, I've been on edge.

It was the staff's
night off.

I had been reading.

Fell asleep in bed.

Then the alarm went off.

What did you do?

I ran into the closet.

It's like a little
vault, actually--

fireproof.

I keep some papers there,
antiquities, canvases.

I'm an art dealer.

And I thought, well, I'll just
lock the door and stay in here.

I don't think they can
shoot through it.

Like a panic room.

Yeah.

But small.

And there's monitors in there.

So I can see them moving
through the house.

And I know the police
are trying to call.

And I thought for a moment,

I think I might actually
live through this thing.

Then they shot Keezey.

That little schnauzer
is the only family I have.

I mean, you go through
the housebreaking,

the bladder infections,
the doggie tumors,

and you just never imagine...

Even on the
black-and-white monitor,

I can see him lying there,

the blood coming
out of his body.

That's when I saw the gun...

the rifle, box of ammo...

I got it, like,
six years ago,

to go skeet shooting with
a client, which I hated.

So much noise, and it...

hurt my shoulder.

Then I went out
into the hall.

The way the stairs work,
you can't see into the hall

unless you're at the top.

And I just waited.

(gunshots)

(gently):
Mr. Gardner?

I am a civilized person.

I know they were killers.

They killed my Keezey.

But I just never imagined,
in the course of my life,

that I would actually
kill another man.

Three other men.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Look who's returning
to the marital bed.

What is it, like,
4:00 in the morning?

It's nice of you to
make an appearance.

It's, like, 5:00.

Or five-oh-s...

...seven.

I think it's really over.

The home invaders are dead.

This meek little
art dealer shot them

'cause they killed his dog.

Bridgette will be relieved.

No more bad dreams.

It's funny the way
stuff happens.

I think your boyfriend's
gone, by the way.

ALLISON:
Oh, yeah?

JOE:
We had a chat.

I mean, I had a chat.

And I think
he heard it,

because I haven't felt
any cold breezes,

and he hasn't
been seen since.

What do you mean?

Seen by who?
Who could see him?

He's a ghost.

I had Ariel take a
little look for him.

I mean, she didn't know

that that's who she
was looking for.

You did not.
Yes...

I certainly did.

Did you think I was just gonna
give you up without a fight?

I love you with
all my heart.

You got it now?

You got it figured out?
'Cause I got to go.

SCANLON:
Wow, what are you doing here?

Aren't you the lady
who was with me

till almost 4:30 this morning?

Shouldn't you be
at home sleeping?

I tried sleeping.

I kept dreaming.

What about you?
Why aren't you home sleeping?

I don't know.

Phone kept ringing.

You wanted to see me.
Is something up?

It's like I said,
I keep having dreams.

Yeah? So?

Isn't that kind of like Einstein
always having brainstorms?

You recognize this?

Thought you said
you would

recognize this
squiggle anywhere.

It's that painting Devalos
told us was so valuable,

that was hanging
at the first house.

Okay.
Remember

those little paintings at Olga's
house I was looking at--

I told you they reminded me
of something?

This is the painting
they remind me of.

I'm glad we, uh,
solved that mystery.
I think she was

trying to learn how to paint
in the style of this painter.

I think she was trying to learn
to paint this painting.

You think they killed her
for that?

How does that explain
the other killings?

How does that explain the home
invasions in two other states?

To be honest, I don't know.
I just...

Both those houses are still
crime scenes, right?

Could someone possibly

just bring me this painting?

Maybe all the little ones
I was looking at

at Olga's house?
Allison, is it possible

that in all the hubbub last
night, that you missed the part

where the home invaders
were shot to death?

No, I heard that.

Did you miss the part
where I said
(phone rings)

I was still having
dreams about it all?

So what do you think?

I think someone's in a mood.

Sorry.

A friend of mine who was
visiting left suddenly.

I guess...

I guess I wanted to say good-bye
more than I realized.

Yeah, good-byes are
a bitch, aren't they.

WOMAN:
How's your vision?

It's good.

I can see perfectly.

I feel good, too.

Frankly, Doctor, I feel ready
to get out of here.

Ready to get back to work.

Well, that's what's going
to kill you, you know.

How good you feel.

You have diabetes,
Mr. District Attorney.

I think that you've probably
had it for years,

but you just didn't know.

It's a sneaky little bastard.

If you're not checking for it,

it doesn't let you know it's
there until it's good and ready

to give you a stroke
or a heart attack,

make you impotent
or strike you blind.

Are you trying to frighten me?

No, I am trying
to warn you.

Now, I can see you
every three months.

We can monitor this thing.

I can teach you how to get
on top of it.

Or I can see you
in a couple of years.

Now, if they manage to keep
you alive until you get

to the hospital,
well, then we can

chat about how high on your leg
we need to amputate

or maybe
where the best Braille

classes are.

Okay, so what
does this prove?

You know, I don't know anything
about this stuff, Allison.

Yeah, I know. Me neither.

But I know someone who does.

Hey, I just wanted
to let you know

I'm heading out to Carefree.

Paying a visit to Alan Gardner.

That gallery owner who shot
those three home invaders.

Are you okay to drive?

What'd you get,
about 15 minutes sleep?

No, I'm fine.

I'm not going to be there long.

I've just have a couple
paintings in the car

I asked him to take a look at.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Hmm? Sure.

What did you say to him?

What are you talking about?

To Clay. Last night.

You know what?

I'm sorry I mentioned it.
It was silly.

I'm sure that
there was nobody there.

Okay. But what did you say
to him?

Hello?

CLAY:
He said, "She's mine."

He said everything
you'd want him to say.

He said everything
you'd hoped he'd say,

if some crazy numbskull
showed up on your doorstep

with the idea that maybe
he could have you back.

Sorry. I-I lost you.

Yeah, well, um, I don't know
what to tell you.

I don't know, exactly,

what I said, and I really
don't think it matters.

You're right.
It doesn't matter.

I mean, I don't know what I was
getting so worked up about.

After all... I'm here.

Till death do us part.

Yes.

And who knows.
Maybe longer.

I'll see you when I get home.

I will see you
when you get home.

He's a good man.

I know.

I was wrong
about why I'm here.

And you were right.

And I am smug, vain, selfish...

even in death.

None of this has anything
to do with me.

I finally figured that out
last night.

I'm not here to woo you.

I'm here to help you.

To tell you something

that you otherwise
wouldn't know.

To redeem myself.

And then, Allison,
I think I'll be on my way.

You sent me that dream
last night, didn't you?

The one with

the cartoon?

I know where you're going.

And I know what you're
about to do.

And I know how it all ends up.

But I need to get you
to do something first.

This is where
I'm supposed to be.

Mr. District Attorney,

I'd like to introduce
you to Alan Gardner.

The gentleman who
single-handedly stopped

those three ruthless
home invaders.

This is an honor,

sir.
No, it's an honor
meeting you, sir.

Please.

I apologize for not being made
available to you sooner.

I was a bit
under the weather.

But I just wanted you to know
that this office stands ready

to help you navigate whatever
legal hurdles your

extraordinarily brave actions

may have created
for you.

Oh.

Should I have brought

my lawyer?

Both the detective

and Mrs. Dubois,
the other night,

seemed to indicate
that... that...

That shooting
three people to death

to protect one's own life

is a perfectly justifiable
course of action? Absolutely.

So long as you can prove
that you were in mortal

danger, you have nothing to fear
from the justice system.

Well, is there any doubt
about that?

Doubts? No.

No doubts, but questions.

There are always questions.

There's quite a lot

of valuable art in your
home, isn't there, sir.

I own two art galleries.

Of course there's art
in my home.

You may have heard,
in addition to your home,

and the two others in the
Phoenix area, two others

in the Southwest were also hit.
Guess what they all had

in common?
Every family that was

targeted, owned at least
one major work of art.

But I-I don't understand.

I thought I read that
nothing had been taken from

the homes.

The papers never mentioned
anything about art being stolen.

And it appears that none had,
but then...

Mrs. Dubois here
developed a theory.

Well, what if you could find
someone who could paint

near-perfect copies
of modern masterpieces?

You go into a home.

You massacre everyone
who lives there.

You replace the authentic
painting with the fake.

Then while everyone is consumed
with the grief and horror

you quietly sell the priceless
originals to wealthy collectors

in the Middle East and Asia.

Wow.

You think that's
what's been going on?

Well, that's the reason

I brought that painting to you
yesterday.

It came from the Costigan home
after the massacre.

I was really hoping
to get your expert opinion

as to its authenticity.

Well, I'll sign anything.

And happily testify under oath,
the painting you showed me,

the one you said came
from the Costigan home,

that's absolutely an original
Armand Vartanian.

Easily worth at least
a million dollars.

Maybe twice that, depending
on the appetite of the buyer.

So much for your theory.

So you would be
willing to sign

a sworn statement

vouching for the painting's
authenticity?

Well, I'd have no choice.

Sorry about that.

Mm.
I appreciate this.

And let me present you
with this.

And this is?
That...

that's a search warrant.

Actually, the detectives should
be arriving at your house

right about now.

To look for what?

That painting
that I brought you yesterday--

an old friend suggested,
before I gave it to you,

that I mark it in some way.

So, on the back,
where it would do no damage,

I wrote the initials, "C.B."

in indelible marker.

That is the painting
that you gave back to me.

And, yes, it's the real
actual painting.

But it's not the painting
I brought to your house.

No initials.

The painting

I brought to your house was the
one you had Olga Bankova paint.

What are you suggesting?

What are...
What are you talking about?

Those home invaders

worked for you,
Mr. Gardner.

So did Olga.

Although we're fairly
certain she had

no idea what she vas involved
in until it was too late.

When you realized I was going
to pay you a visit,

you thought I might be
on to something.

So you gave me
the authentic painting

to throw me off the scent.

This is preposterous.

DEVALOS:
Really?

What about the part where you
suggested to your hired killers

that you needed them
to hit one more home-- yours.

But, unlike everyone else,

you weren't surprised when they
showed up-- you were waiting.

You can't prove that.

Oh, I think we can.

What was your story--

waiting at the top
of the stairs?

We think maybe you were
hiding at the bottom.

DEVALOS:
According to ballistics,

you shot those men in the back.

Your dog, too.

Now, if you'll

excuse us, I need to give myself
a little insulin shot

and I'd love a word with you.

Detective, read this
man his rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be

(in distance):
used against you
in a court of law.

Nice work, Allison.
I mean that.

I'd like to think
if I'd been feeling better

I might have listened
more and sooner.

Don't worry about it.
It's no big deal.

It wasn't just me;
I had a lot of help.

Yeah, I know,
your daughter.

The cartoons.

Yeah, and an old friend.

Well, thank him for me, too.

Yeah, well, if I see him,
I will.

ALLISON:
Some say sleep is the death
of each day's life.

But I say sleep is the gateway
to our dreams.

And our dreams are the map
of our humanity.

Ever watch a child sleep?

They almost always smile.

They know what's coming.

And adults?

Ever notice how we try to tidy
up our lives just before bed?

Did you take your pills?

Check your sugar?

You die on me, I'll
never forgive you.

Don't worry.

I'm not going anywhere.

Or what a disappointment it is

when we're lurched out
of our sleep,

(phone rings)
or our dreams,
by something unexpected.

Scanlon.

Hi.

Who is it?
Is it work?

Uh...
Want me to go?

No. It's okay.

It's nothing. Wrong number.

Hey, Al.

Allibaster.

You know what I heard?

That if I want it bad enough...

if I try hard enough...

sometimes, someone like me...

can actually be felt...

by someone like you.

A great man once said,

"If a little dreaming
is dangerous,

"the cure for it
is not to dream less...

but to dream more."

Did you think I was just going
to give up

and let you dream this dream
without a fight?

Dream all the time.

Yeah, I'm for that.

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