Medium (2005–2011): Season 3, Episode 10 - Very Merry Maggie - full transcript

Alison, Al, time to wake up

Hi there doll face

You slept through the alarm.

You doing okay?

Middle of the night,you woke me up

and told me you were feeling a little stiff.

Why are you looking to me like that

I don't know

Things just seem different

You seem different.

Different?



What do you mean different?

Look at your face.

Look at my arms!

What are you talking about?

Oh,my God!

I think we're dolls!

We're in the middle of a family crisis.

I need everyone to pull together.

What is it,Mom?

What's the big deal?

Honey,I really think
you're overreacting here.

Overreacting?!

We're dolls!

All of us!



Al,honestly,everything
is as it's always been.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I'm talking about the fact
that you're six inches tall

and your face is made of plastic!

I'm talking about the fact

that if I stripped off all
those doll clothes you're wearing

I'd find a smooth little nub

where your boy parts are supposed to be.

Dad,what's wrong with Mom?

She's just a little...

Nothing!

What is wrong with all of you?!

You act like this is normal.

We're human beings!

We always have been!

We dont live in a dollhouse!

Shh!

Mommy,you better be quiet.

If you make too much noise,he'll hear you.

What do you mean?

Who'll hear me?

Who's "he"?

You know who "he" is.

Ariel!

Joe,we have to do something!

Mommy!

Bridgette!

Joe!

We have to hide,sweetie.

No!

Please!

No,please!

Don't hurt my family!

Hey.

You slept through the alarm.

You doing okay?

Middle of the night,you woke me up,

told me you were feeling a little stiff.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You have,uh...

toilet paper all over your face.

I cut myself.

We're all out of shaving cream.

I was trying to make do.

Ah,poor baby.

I'll get you some.

I was gonna go by the
drugstore this morning anyway.

Thanks

You're a doll.

of your

"that I have longed long to redeliver,

and I pray now that you receive them. "

"No,not I. I never gave you aught. "

"My honored lord,you
know right well you did. "

This play is stupid.

And how am I supposed
to learn this for class

if Bridgette keeps tickling Marie?

Hey,Bridge,Ariel's trying to concentrate.

Stop tickling your sister.

I'm not tickling her.

I'm checking to see if she has chicken pox.

Why would you be doing that?

Well,I had this dream last night

that Marie was all covered in chickenpox.

But it looks like she's okay.

Dad...

Hi,sweetie.

You feeling okay?

I cannot get chicken pox,not now.

I've managed to get through

almost four decades on this planet

without getting chicken pox.

I dodged the bullet when
Ariel and Bridgette had it.

And right now,this month,I'm looking at

an uninterrupted string of 14-hour days...

so that we can make our
deadline on the Haspel project.

I just don't feel like
calling my boss and telling him

I can't pitch in because
I came down with a disease

that's usually associated
with kindergartners.

What is so funny?

Joe,Joe,you silly scientist,you.

You're worried about nothing,literally.

There's a vaccine for chicken pox now.

Marie had it almost six months ago.

There's a vaccine?

Marie had it?

Same time she got her measles shot.

Uh-huh.

Huh.

Oh,wait a second. Wait.

Actually,I think I do see some marks.

Some red spots.

Toilet paperus poxus.

Healed.

Funny.

No!

Please! No!

Excuse me.

Where are your parents?

I'm so cold,Daddy!

I want to get out!

Oliver,don't complain.

This is for your own good.

We don't complain about things
that are good for us,right?

Oliver.

Oliver. Son,I'm ready to go.

Why are you just standing there?

Come on. Come here.

Kids.

They didn't have it.

We got to go somewhere else.

You look good,Daddy.

I know you've been sick,but
it doesn't really show.

I mean...

you lost some weight and you look good.

That's not why you're here.

You want the truth?

You want the awful truth?

It had nothing to do with you.

And it's killing Mom that
you take this on every year,

that you wear it like...

like a coat of shame.

All she wants to do is
talk and cry and laugh

and look at pictures,and all you want to do

is climb into your own darkness by yourself.

Two years of college...

now you know everything.

20 years of you.

And,yeah,I do know everything.

I'm sorry to interrupt,sir,

but if you don't leave now,

you're going to be late for court.

What did your boss say?

I told you.

I couldn't get to him.

He was behind closed doors

and then he was in court all day.

Had Scanlon run the plates.

There was nothing there.

I assume he has a name,though.

Michael Levitt.

Never been arrested.

Child Protective Services has
never been called to his house.

Are you even listening to me?

I knew it. Look at this.

I knew I'd read this somewhere. What?

Even if you've been... even
if you've been vaccinated,

there's still a one-in-ten
chance of getting chicken pox.

And if you get it,you're contagious.

Who's the silly scientist now?

Well,congratulations.

So what are we gonna
do,put Marie in quarantine

until your project's over?

Is there a reasonably
priced facility nearby?

You okay over there?

I need to visit Arianna next week.

I need to.

Okay.

I don't know if I can make that work.

I have court.

There are motions pending.

You're her father.

Don't you want to see her?

Don't you need to be near her?

Well,I do.

It's been six years.

I want to go visit my daughter's grave.

Shh! He'll hear you.

Shh!

Oliver...

you were supposed to be asleep an hour ago.

You know the rules about bedtime.

And you know what happens
when you break them.

You get one minute.

No,Daddy.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't tired.

Then you lay there until you get tired.

You don't sit up talking to Maggie.

Now,give her to me.

But I like her.

It's a girl's toy,Oliver.

Now,give her to me.

Hello.

Allison,it's Lee Scanlon.

Sorry to wake you.

No,no.

I'm glad you called,actually.

I wanted to talk to you about the man

we were checking into yesterday
- Michael Levitt.

Funny. That's who I'm calling about.

Oh,no.

Am I too late?

What is it? What happened?

Is the little boy all right?

Well,if you call losing your
father to a tragic accident

....

sometime before dawn.

She couldn't get back
down and she was crying.

It was about 6:00 in the morning.

Michael was trying to get her down...

...when he fell off the ladder.

Uh,Ms. Levitt,this is Allison Dubois.

She's here as a representative

of the District Attorney's office.

Allison,this is Sarah Jane Levitt.

This is the woman who made
the 911 call this morning.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I was,um,back in the kitchen

making coffee when I heard... the scream.

I ran out to the patio,and
he was just lying there.

Sorry.

What about your son?

Is there any chance he
might have witnessed it?

Oliver's not my son.

He's,he's my nephew.

I'm just visiting here

for a few days.

Oliver...

didn't see anything,thank God.

He was asleep in his room when it happened.

He doesn't even know his father's gone yet.

I told him to wait in the playroom...

Shh! Quiet.

...until,uh,we're done here.

Shh! I'm not looking forward to telling him.

Shh! He'll hear you.

Forgive me.

Is there a restroom I could use?

What are you talking about?

Now we can play with each other.

Now there's no one to get mad at us,Oliver.

But I don't feel like playing right now.

Oliver?

Are you alone?

I thought I heard talking.

Voices.

Are you all by yourself?

My dad's dead,isn't he?

My aunt Sarah Jane told
me he had an accident,

but I think he's dead.

Oliver?

Hello.

Again.

Um... I take it you found what you needed.

Yeah,I'm sorry. I just heard Oliver.

I poked my head in to
make sure he was all right.

I'm,um- I'm all finished

with the,with the police
and the ambulance people now,

so come on,sweetie.

Ooh!

Let's show this nice lady out,

and then we'll go down to the kitchen

and then we'll be able to talk a little bit.

Okay? Okay.

Lily.

It's me.

Made it all the way to work

and I realized I forgot my damn pills again.

Here they are.

You must be Manuel.

I've heard a great deal about you.

I'm sorry. You,you are...?

Franklin,will this do?

Manny.

Dr. Franklin Gates.

I'm with the University of New Mexico.

I'm Manuel Devalos and this is my wife Lily,

but then,you seem to know that.

I'm so sorry,Manny.

I didn't want it to go like this.

It's all right,Lily.

Everything happens for a reason.

Even forgetting one's pills

may not necessarily be the random event

it appears. Okay.

Forgive me,I don't mean to be rude,

but I'm still unclear as just to who you are

and what you're doing in my home.

I gather you're a doctor of some sort.

Exactly who and what are you here to treat?

I'm a doctor of philosophy.

I also have some experience
working as a conduit

between the living and the dead.

Your wife contacted me

and asked if I might be interested

in helping her communicate

with your daughter.

Manuel.

I beg of you.

I know how silly this sounds,

and I know how much it pains
you to even think about it,

but...

I must say,our other sessions
have been quite remarkable.

We were just putting together a few things

that Lily felt were
special to your daughter.

White zinnias.

Franklin brought them.

Wasn't that thoughtful?

I told him they were her favorites.

They're not real.

Of course not.It's
too early for zinnias.

She's here...

and she'd really like you to stay.

Are you referring to my daughter?

Of course I am.

Please.

How much do you charge for this...

sort of... blasphemy?

Excuse me?

What's your fee schedule?

I don't charge a fee.

You do this out of the
kindness of your heart?

Your wife has agreed to an honorarium.

$300 an hour,although
that's half what I usually...

Lily,honey,this man is
as phony as these flowers.

Manny...

Lily.

Our daughter is not coming back

for a pleasant chat about the ribbon she won

on Sports Night in tenth grade.

Our daughter died with her heart

full of despair,sitting
in a running automobile

in a locked garage in upstate New York

on a freezing winter night.

She tried calling you... twice.

She tried calling me six times.

She didn't leave a note.

This is beautiful.

Did my wife mention to you

that I am the District
Attorney of the city of Phoenix?

She mentioned you worked in government.

You leave now and you lose my phone number.

I won't press charges.

If you're still standing
there in 30 seconds,

the deal is off.

I miss Daddy.

Bridge,don't be silly.

Daddy's just working late.

He'll be here when you wake up tomorrow.

Hmm.

How about I give you two
kisses to pick up the slack?

Hmm?

That's one.

That's two.

Hey,are you trying to steal

my kissing duties?

Man works late one night,

and then when his back is turned,

his wife tries to steal his kissing duties.

Hmm... my humblest apologies.

Shan't happen again.

Yeah,it better not.

Is Daddy home?

He sure is.

Lucky you woke up.

You almost missed your good night kiss.

Hi,sweetie.

What are you doing? Nothing.

Checking. Checking what?

Checking nothing.

Give her a kiss.

She wants a kiss.

Kiss,Daddy.

Aw...

Come here,little one.

Ugh!

You're strangling me.

My neck.

Night,ladies.

Ain't he something?

That was hard for me,Oliver.

It's hard for everyone when
you don't follow the rules.

There you go.

I'm going to try and put this behind us.

I think you should do the same.

Just stay in bed and go to sleep.

He'll never stop,Oliver.

You know that.

Shh!

I have to go to sleep.

You know he won't stop.

Not until he kills you...

or you kill him.

What are you talking about?

I wouldn't do that.

I couldn't do that.

Oh,I'll bet you could.

Ugh.

??????

About your suspicion

that a homicidal doll helped
a six-year-old,65-pound boy

kill a full-grown adult male?

I'd say that's an absolutely
prudent course of action.

Okay,forget about the doll.

Leave the doll out of this.

Imagine for a second that

that little boy did pull the ladder away

from underneath his father.

Can you blame him?

You know what?

I'm not in a position to blame him or not.

And neither are you.

I mean we don't even know for a fact

that his father was abusing him.

Just like you don't know for a fact

that the little kid had anything
to do with his father's death.

I mean didn't you say

that the police had already
declared the death accidental?

So what's your point?

My point is the reason not
to discuss this with your boss

is because there isn't anything
really worth discussing,

not because you think

the little boy might have
been actually justified

in taking his father's life.

I mean,you're the judge and jury now?

That can't really be what you meant.

I don't know.

I don't know what I meant.

Besides it's like you said.

There's nothing to discuss.

The man's death was an accident.

Where you going?

To bed. I...

I just made the coffee.

Wait a second.

I need you to feel my head.

Well,you're fine.

I need to ask you something,

but I'm afraid it might sound a bit...

abstract.

Okay.

Do you sense...

any kind of energy in this room?

A presence of any kind?

Are you asking me if your office is haunted?

About two and a half years
before you started working here,

my daughter took her own life.

She was 20 at the time.

Every year around this time,I...

Two days ago she was sitting
right where you are now.

I'm sorry. I don't see anything.

I don't feel anything.

Of course not.

The truth is there's
nothing she could really say.

I mean when a child kills themselves

they really do get the last word.

That's sorta the point,isn't it?

Don't blame yourself.

She wouldn't want you to do that.

Who,who can I blame?

It's kind of a baseline
requirement of a parent

that their child survive,isn't it?

You have no way of knowing
what she was thinking,

what she was feeling.

That's funny you should mention that

because I just discovered yesterday

that my wife has been working
for some time with a man

who claims he can see the dead.

He can communicate with the dead.

He's a charlatan.

It enraged me.

And I realized,here I am working

with the genuine article
for almost three years now.

Never once did I tell you about Arianna.

And never once did I ask
if you could reach her.

Not much of a father.

I didn't...

I didn't realize

I was saying anything worth jotting down.

"Last gasp. " Does that
mean anything to you?

"Last gasp?"

What is that?

No.

Doesn't mean a thing to me.

I gotta go.

Don't ask.

Sorry,but I just gotta cut out.

A.J.'s been really patient this week,

but he's officially
reached the saturation point

when it comes to spending
days at this dad's office.

Uh,the good news is Tracy'll
be back in town tomorrow

and I promise I'll be
good for some late nights.

Okay,then.

Joe,you okay?

Yeah,I'm fine.

Don't worry about it. I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

That you,darling?

What are you doing out of bed?

I'll be in to give you kisses

and hugs and touches in a bit.

I said back to bed,honey.

Whatever you say,Daddy.

it`s done

I know it sounds bizarre.

That point is not lost on me.

So there's this killer doll...

I didn't say that!

What I'm saying is I saw
another child kill her father.

And it seemed the doll...

seemed to be mastermind.

Even made it look like a
mishap,like the Levitt killing.

The Levitt accident?

The mastermind. Cool.

Any sense of where this may have happened?

I can send some men down to the mall.

We can round up some Kens,some
Barbies,some Cabbage Patches.

One of those little bastards
is bound to know something.

What?

You're not gonna help me,are you?

With what?

Fine. I'll do it myself!

Be careful.

That Raggedy Ann may look out of shape,

but she'll kick your ass in a fight.

Hello.

Ms. Levitt,Allison Dubois

with the District Attorney's office.

We met the morning of the accident.

I just wanted to pay my respects

and see how you and Oliver were doing.

Okay.

Thank you.

Um...

Make yourself at home.

If you'll just excuse me,I
have something I need to do.

Hello,Oliver.

Sorry about your father.

No,you're not.

Who's your friend?

It's not a friend.

It's just a doll.

Really?

Well,when I was young,my
dolls were like friends to me.

I would talk to them.

Tell them things.

Things I couldn't tell anybody else.

Secrets and things.

Do you ever do that?

Maybe.

Sometimes.

So what kind of things do you tell her?

Things about your father?

You think it wasn't an accident,don't you?

I don't know.

What do you think?

You can tell me the truth,Oliver.

I really wanna help you.

Oliver.

Your mommy's on the phone,sweetie.

She really wants to talk to you.

Come on.

*

Mom's home!

Pizza,guys! Come and get it.

Come on!

Can I talk to you?

Can I show you something?

No.

There's really nothing to talk about.

I'm visiting my daughter

and you have your work.

What else is there to say?

I'd like to go with you.

I'd like to try to get a
seat on that plane tomorrow.

I just... before we visit
our daughter's grave,I...

I'd love you to take a
little road trip with me.

2:20 in the morning.

I tell you. This ought to be illegal.

I got it.

Yeah.

May I please talk to your wife?

It's a kid.

Who is this?

How old are you?

Do you know what time it is?

It's 20 minutes after 2:00.

Will you hand the phone to your wife,please?

No,no,as a matter of fact,I will not.

It's the middle of the
night,and she's in bed,

which is where somebody
your age ought to be.

Now,if you call here again,I'm
contacting your parents.

Trust me: you'll wish you'd never been born.

What did he say?

I don't know.

He said he wanted to talk to you,uh.

Yes?

I really don't have any parents.

And I already wish I'd never been born.

So,if you don't mind,may I
please speak with your wife?

Hello?

Do you have my doll?

Oliver,it's the middle of the night.

I couldn't sleep without Maggie.

Okay,all right,I'll bring it right over.

You'll bring what right over?

I have to run a quick errand.

At 2:00 in the morning?

Don't you want to know why I took it?

No. I already know why you took it.

Oliver?

Oliver,who's at the door?

What's going on?

Mrs. Levitt,

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

I... Somehow your nephew's doll got...

I was playing a game,and
I hid it in her bag,

and I forgot to bring it
back before she left today.

I looked her up in the phone book

and asked her to bring it back to me.

Oh,my God. And she did.

Oliver,it's the middle of the night.

No,no,no,no. Please. It's okay.

Really. You-You two have
been through a lot lately.

Sounded like he really needed the doll.

You're a very perceptive person,Mrs...

Dubois.

And if you'll forgive me,

Mr. Dubois and the three
little Dubois are at home

waiting for me,so...

Was he excited

when you slid down the chimney with his toy?

Actually,he was waiting for me.

Well,then,I guess he was excited.

Oh,maybe,or maybe he has a
little bit of what I have.

Oliver Levitt is psychic.

What do you mean?

Well,I mean,I'm a freak,but
I'm not that big of a freak.

There are other people out there

who feel things,see things.

Especially children.

A lot of people believe.

All children start with it,

and they lose it when they start to...

talk and start to read.

That boy definitely has it.

He knew I was at the front
door before I got there.

He knew I didn't think

his father's death was an accident.

He knew I took his doll.

Okay,

but none of that makes him a murderer.

None of that makes his doll evil.

None of that proves

his father didn't actually fall off a ladder

trying to get a cat off a roof.

No fair.

It's the middle of the night.

You can't attack me with logic.

Sorry,baby. I'm tired,

and this is war.

Hmm.

Good night,sweetheart.

It happened again.

It happened again. It happened again.

We have to get rid of him.

I can't.

Sure,you can.

No,I can't. I can't do it.

Well,why not?

Because... because he's my father.

He's so much bigger than me.

Sarah Jane,didn't I tell you to go to sleep?

Sarah Jane?

Sarah Jane Levitt.

Oliver's aunt- it was her doll.

I think the car is here.

Well,hello.

I seem to have got you at a bad time.

We were just getting ready to
go back home to San Francisco.

There's a lot to do.

You know,getting Oliver into school,and...

...starting the formal adoption,

and dealing with his mom.

He's been through so much.

Mm-hmm.

Oh,by the way,thank you again
for returning Oliver's doll.

It meant the world to him.

Oh.

I couldn't help but
notice,it's a rather old doll.

Well,actually,it belonged to
me when I was a little child.

I used to confide in it,tell it things.

About a year ago,I sensed that
Oliver had a lot on his mind,

and,uh,it made his father angry,

but I thought he might take
some comfort in talking to her,

letting her keep his secrets.

I'm sorry. Was there something specific?

Something you need from me?

I just wanted to tell you...

you're going to get away with it.

Nobody senses.

Nobody cares.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Really? That's funny,'cause
I did a little research,

and it seems

tragic accidents

kind of follow you wherever you go.

First there was your father
falling down the stairs,

now your brother?

My father passed almost 35 years ago.

What does any of that
have to do with Michael?

Your father was a very
troubled man,wasn't he?

The social worker

who interviewed you and your brother

shortly after his death

indicated a probable pattern of abuse.

Funny thing about abuse.

Oftentimes the victims
become the abusers themselves.

Your father was awfully hard on you,

and he tortured the hell
out of Michael,didn't he?

So what are you suggesting?

He's gone.

They are both gone.

Oliver is safe.

I just want you to know...

it stops here.

I'm going to keep in touch.

Have a safe flight.

I'll call you when you get home.

Bye!

Hey,you!

How you doing? You ready for your big trip?

I just told your aunt that I
want to keep in touch with you.

I want you to tell me
all about your new school

and all about your new friends.

Speaking of friends,where's your doll?

I don't know.

I think I lost her.

I'm usually pretty good at finding things,

guessing things,

but all of a sudden,I
can't remember where she is.

Well,she'll turn up if she's meant to.

I don't care.

I'm kind of tired of her anyway.

Well,sounds like maybe you've outgrown her.

Sounds like maybe

you're outgrowing a lot of things.

Happy travels.

*

That sign said we just left town.

Do you have any idea what
it is you're looking for?

Not really,no.

I don't understand.

We're at least 20 minutes from Ithaca,

from the cemetery.

It's after 3:00.

It's going to be dark soon.

Now we're not going to
be able to see her grave

till tomorrow morning.

I should have known better.

I should have come by myself.

Manny,what are you doing?

Manny,where are you going?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

Tomorrow is time enough.

I'm just happy you're here with me.

It's all crap,Lily.

Everything they try to tell you about dying-

it's all crap.

They're just trying to sell you coffins

and gravestones and funerals.

The truth is,when you die,you're dead,

and that's that.

There are no messages from the beyond.

There are no souls trying
to reach out to the living.

You're here,and then you're gone,

and that's why it makes
me so mad that she just...

...she just threw it all away.

Manuel?

Manny,come here!

Manny,please!

Now I know why you brought me here.

Look.

My God.

Zinnias.

White zinnias.

Shh.

But it's the middle of winter.

They were always her favorite.

Hello?

Hold on a second.

Honey,we overslept. Oh.

Phone's for you. Someone from work.

Yeah.

Joe Dubois.

Hi,Aaron.

Everything all right?

Oh?

Chicken pox?

What? You got it from your kid?

This wouldn't be the same kid

that you were bringing into
work last week,would it?

I see. I think I'm gonna
have to get back to you,Aaron.

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