Medium (2005–2011): Season 3, Episode 12 - The One Behind the Wheel - full transcript

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evalos.

District Attorney Devalos.

No, no. I know he's not at work
yet, that's why I'm calling you.

That's why I'm asking
for his home number.

No, please don't
put me on...

hold.
Hey!

There's only four Heart-a-Bear
cards in here.

Daddy!
Hold on, Bridge.

Uh, nature of my business?



My wife works for him.
She works in that office.

I really need to speak with him.

Yes, of course, I'll hold again.

Where is my hair scrunchie

and where's Mommy?

Uh, Mom--

Mom had to go in
to work early today.

Yeah, no, I know it's
an unlisted number.

That's... I have it
here somewhere,

I just can't find it.

Daddy, is something going on?

You're acting like
something's going on.

Huh? No, sweetie,
everything's fine.

Nothing's going on. Daddy's just
looking for a number.



Uh, help your sister
with her, uh...

stuff. I'll be
right with you.

Why are yodoing
this in the kitchen?

You're going to get food
all over everything.

I have to get finished.

I have seven boyfriends
this year.

And that's a lot of cards.
Valentine's Day

is a manufactured
holiday invented

by greeting card companies

to trick dumb
third graders

into buying Heart-a-Bear cards.

That's a lie!

Bridge, hold on. I can't hear.

Yeah. Yes, it's an emergency,

but it's not a 911 emergency,
it's personal.

Valentine's Day is real.

Send a card to your friends
who are boys,

and if you get one back

they're your true love.

Really? Your true love?

Because he gives you a card?

I don't think so.
You know what?

Forget it. I found it.
Valentine's Day

is for real.
Isn't it, Daddy?

Yeah, Bridge. Of course, Bridge.

Yeah, I got a call
from the D.A., told me you had

a bit of a situation,
asked me to come by.

Yeah, I appreciate
it, Detective.

It's a little
crazy around here.

Let's go on the patio.

Hi, Detective Scanlon.

Is my mom with you?

No, honey, I'm
actually here to
see your Daddy.

Daddy, is everything okay?
Everything's fine, pumpkin.

Just look after your sister
for me for a second.

We got an APB out
on your car, we got
the phone company

monitoring your cell in case
she uses it to call somebody.

At this point, it's really
just a matter of time.

Okay.

I gotta get the kids
to school, and act...

act like nothing's happened.

Uh, if you find her,
call me on Allison's cell?

I'm gonna take that with me.
Sure.

She was perfectly lucid, just...

someone else.

Look, get your kids to school.

The second we locate her,
I'll call you.
All right.

Tom?

Tom?

Dora?

Es usted, Se?ora O'Bannon?

Uh, yeah-- um...

How the hell do you say,
"in the kitchen?"

Uh...

En lacocina, Dora!

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

Slow down, Dora.

I'm still learning here.
It's Spanish 101.

What is it?
(speaking Spanish)

Dora.

What is it? What's happened?

Policia, emergency.

2323 Glendale Lane.

Okay.

Out, you two.

Love you.

Bye, Dad.

Bye.
Love you, Dad.

Hello?

Told you it wouldn't take long.

Two patrols responded to
a B&E on Glendale Lane.

ID'd your car
in the driveway.

She was breaking and entering?

The maid found her in
the Missus' clothes

eating ice cream
in the kitchen.

What?
She was so convincing,

the cops didn't know
who to arrest at first,
Allison or the maid.

The maid could
produce ID.

This woman, the one who's
clothes that she's wearing,

she wouldn't happen to have
died recently, would she?

First thing I checked.

Very much alive.

Can I talk to her?
Yeah.

Have you

called my husband yet?

I sure did.

You again!

Officer, this is the man I was
telling you people about.

He got me drunk. I don't know,
maybe even drugged me.

Brought me back to his house,
then wouldn't let me leave.

He has my purse,
my phone,

my ID. Honestly.

I don't know who to press
charges against first,

him or that crazy housekeeper.

Of course I can
always fire

her ass.

Unfortunately, degenerate
Mr. Mom over here

doesn't work for me.

Stop it.

Excuse me, do you know
who you're speaking to?

Enough!

You can't do that.
You can't be that way.

Not while you look like that.

Not while you're...

wearing my wife.

He's a whack job.
You can see that,

right?
I said enough!

You talk like a piece of trash.

You act like a spoiled brat.

You are a repugnant human being

and I need you to go back
to wherever you came from

and give me back my wife.

I demand you remove
this man.

I demand that you wake up!

You wake up!

You're crazy!

He's crazy.

Isn't this the part
where the doctors...

or Ashton Kutcher,
or someone comes in and...

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

Your name is
Allison Dubois.

You are a wife.

A mother.

You have three children.

Sometimes you see
dead people.

Any of this
sound familiar?

You are prone
to psychic episodes.

I think this may
be one of them.

And we have
to get it to end.

Somehow...

you have to make
it to end.

If you could just call
my husband, Tom.

I am your husband.

I'm your husband.

Me.

Why don't you step outside
and give me a minute with her.

Okay.

That man is certifiable.

That man is a husband
worried about his wife.

He may be someone's husband.

He's certainly not mine.

Okay.

You're Sandra O'Bannon.

You're not married,
are you, Detective?

No, Ma'am.
I didn't think so.

'Cause you are not
yet exasperating.

You still listen.

I'm all ears now, Sandra.

Tell me about yourself.

My husband is
Dr. Thomas O'Bannon.

We live at 2323
Glendale Lane.

I can give you all
my contact numbers.

In a minute.

Tell me about the last thing
you remember.

Tell me about last night.

Everything that happened

before you woke up
this morning.

I don't know...
I went out.

Out where?

The Spotted Pony.

The bar on Mesa?

Were you drinking,
Sandra?

No, I was turning tricks.

Of course I was drinking.

I was at a bar.

Heavily?

Look...

Yesterday I found out that my
husband was having an affair.

One minute we're planning
a getaway for Valentine's Day...

the next I discover that he
is sleeping with someone else.

Yes. Heavily.

The answer to the question
is "heavily."

Do you actually remember
going home with Mr. Dubois?

I have done a lot of
incredibly stupid things

in my marriage,

issued a lot of really
wicked threats,

but I have never cheated
on my husband.

Never.

Would you do something
for me, Sandra?

If you stop saying my name

like you're humoring
a small child.

Go over there.

Tell me what you see when
you look in the mirror.

Humor me.

What do you want to know?

Describe yourself.

Okay, I'm five eight.

Stylish looking.

Interesting looking.

Pretty, sometimes.

Maybe not today.

I have my father's eyes...
brown.

My mother's nose, thin.

Boobs courtesy of my husband.

My hair is a mess.

But Geoffrey can fix that,

if I can convince him
to fit me in this week.

Uh, sorry,

what color did you say
it was again?

Why, you like it?

My hairdresser calls it
Burnt Auburn.

This is not from a bottle.

?

The house Allison
broke into this morning

is owned by
a Dr. Thomas O'Bannon

and his wife Sandra.

He's a surgeon.

She's wealthy in
her own right.

Richer than God,
actually.

Inherited a fortune
from her Daddy.

Married six years.

That's all she wrote.

Have we been able
to reach them?

Talked to the husband's
office this morning,

they say he's on
vacation next week.

Apparently they have
a house outside of Prescott.

No phones, no cell reception.

Well, once we do
get a hold of them,

I'm sure I can
make these breaking

and entering
charges go away.

The problem is, until
we get a hold of them

I can't just let
her walk free.

Wait a second, you mean,
she's gotta stay in jail

until...
Actually I had
another thought.

What, no, no, no, that...
This can't be happening.

Listen to me.

I can't imagine that

in her present state you're
anxious to have her at home.

I don't think she'd go
willingly anyway...

and it's probably
not smart or safe

to have her around
the children.

And frankly, legally,
we have no choice.

She committed a crime.

I'm gonna pull some strings

and have her remanded
to a state mental facility.

Are you serious?

I know she'll be far
more comfortable

and she'll be treated
far more humanely

than if she were in jail.

The second she's
feeling better...

the second she knows
she's Allison Dubois.

I'll go before a judge
and get her out of there.

I don't know.

It's not like we really
have any choice, Joe.

All right then, Mr. Dubois.

Why don't you say your good-byes

and we'll get
Mrs. Dubois settled in.

She prefers to be called
Mrs. O'Bannon.

It is my name,
after all.

I'll make a note of it.

I'm really hoping

this is only gonna last
for a day or two.

Everyone assured me

that the second you're back
to your old self...

Listen to me.

I don't know who you are

or how you got all these people

to believe your crazy story.

You can't hold me
prisoner forever.

My husband will find me.

He will get me out.

And when he does,
I will see to it

that you pay for everything
that you've done.

All of you.

Hey, Dad.

Where's Mom?

What's going on?

How come
you're picking us up?

It's nice to see you, too.

You're not walking today?

I wanted to talk to mom
about something.

Is she still at work?

Well, actually mom had to go
on a little trip for work.

But she didn't
even say good-bye!

Yeah, I know and she feels
really badly about that.

You all buckled up?

Mm-hmm.
So, can I call her?

Actually she's flying.

She's in the air
right now and...

and she's not gonna land
until late tonight.

And then she's in
a different time zone

so it's gonna be tricky.

So it's just gonna be us
for a couple of days.

And I'm gonna need
your help, okay?

Sure, Dad.
Okay.

I just wanted to make sure

that she was settled in
for the night.

Okay... good.

Um, what time would you suggest
that I call in the morning?

Okay.

Thank you, nurse.

Yeah, hello.

So, Mom went on
a business trip?

She didn't take her cell phone?

She must have forgotten it.

Forgot her phone.

Didn't say goodbye.

Dad, is Mom okay?

Your mom is fine, Ariel.

She really is.

And I promise you...

she's gonna be back soon.

So, now go to bed.

Stop it, Tom!

Stop what?

Not talking to me.

Fine. I'll speak.

Gee, Sandra,

I sure loved getting up
in the middle of the night,

and driving down
to the Spotted Pony,

and scraping my drunken
wife off a bar room floor.

All right!
I've changed my mind;

you can shut up again.

Yeah, I just love that.

Well, I bet it wasn't half
as much fun as finding out

your husband was cheating
on you.

Two days before
Valentine's Day, no less.

Where the hell are we?

This is the road
to the cabin.

And if you think I'm
driving to get you,

driving you all
the way back home,

and then turning around
and coming back

to the cabin in the
morning, you're crazy.

Light that up in here
and I will break your hand.

One puff.

And I promise
I'll put it out.

I can count to one, Tom.

Oh, you unbelievable ass!

It's burning the upholstery!

Holy!

ff the phone
with the Prescott Police.

Asked them to send a uniform up

to the O'Bannon's place
in the mountains.

No one was there.

In fact, they never showed.

Never showed?

Not to be morbid

but we've got to be thinking
the same thing here.

That maybe those two had
a little accident

on the way to their cabin,
and now they're both, uh...

no longer with us?

Maybe one of them is with us.

Spending a little time
with my wife.

Look at the bright side--

at least you didn't wake up
as Mr. O'Bannon.

At any rate, I'm going to, uh...

start checking with hospitals
along the route.

Hey, uh, can you hold on
one second?

I got another call coming in.

Dubois residence.

Mr. Dubois?

The doctor has examined
your wife Allison.

And he asked me to call and
report to you that she is awake,

and lucid, and has been asking
to see you.

Wait a second, uh, to see me?

Or her, uh... her other husband?

You are Joe Dubois?

Yes.

Well, then you're the one
she's asking for.

Hey.

Husband.

Al?

Joe.

Allison.

Allison, Allison, Allison

It's so good
to have you back.

Joe. Joe.

Joe.

It's so good to be back.

Mr. Dubois?

I'm almost done here.

Um, could I borrow
your cell phone?

Check my voicemail?

Yes, I need the number
for Prescott General Hospital,

Patient Information.

Yes. I need
information

on a patient named
Thomas O'Bannon.

Would have been admitted
night before last.

Yes.

You.

Well, don't just
stand there!

Open the door!
Yes, ma'am.

I need you to take me to
Prescott General Hospital, now.

Yes, ma'am.

Okay. Okay.

Thomas O'Bannon?

Room 116.

Tom!

Thank goodness.

I was worried
you were really hurt.

I'm sorry.

Are you talking to me?

Tom, it's me.

Tom? Who's
your friend?

Or have we met already?

I'm sorry,

I've been a little hazy
since the accident, but...

the doctors and
Tom assure me

that it will all
come back to me.

And you are?

I'm Sandra.

I'm Tom's wife.

And you are?

She's no one
we know, dear.

But thank you for
your concern, miss.

Tell you what I know.

Someone matching Allison's
description took a town car

from the state mental health
facility where you were,

and asked to be driven
to Prescott General Hospital.

I'm about to drive out there
and find out what I can.

I'll call you as soon
as I know anything.

Thank you, Detective.

Girls, pizza's here!

Everyone wash their hands!

Hey, husband.

Please.

I need you.

I need your help.

I don't have anyone else to ask.

I don't know where to go.

Go talk to your husband.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Oh, yeah. Right.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Hey, Mommy's home!

Mommy's home!
Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

Mom!

Mom!

Dad!

I'm sorry.

There's no way I
can pull this off.

They're gonna know instantly
that I'm not your wife,

that I'm not
their mother.

Okay, you want
to figure this thing out?

You want to get to the bottom
of this thing?

We can't do it from here.

I promise you, this will work.

It's Valentine's Day.

Every year, Allison and I go out
to dinner on Valentine's Day.

We just got to go out there,
say good night,

and then we're out the door
and in the car.

I don't know. I don't
know if I can do it.

I don't know about
these clothes.

?

Do you buy it?

Hmm?

I guess it's kind of
Valentine-y.

Um...

Really?
Yeah.

You know that's gonna make
this dress a lot less exciting.

That's okay.
We have three kids.

That's plenty
of excitement.

All right.

All right.

I can do this.

Just remember,
it's Arianna, Belinda, Sheree.

Ariel, Bridgette
and Marie.

Maybe I'll just
call them "girls."

Okay, kids, Mommy and I
are going out

for a special
Valentine's Day dinner.

Ariel, you're the boss.

You're kidding!

But Mommy just got home!

And I haven't even
shown her the cards I got.

And she hasn't
given us hers.

I know.

It sucks, right, girls?

So how was
your trip, Mom?

Where'd you go?
What'd you do?

You know what?

I would love to know
the answer to that, too.

But if we don't go
right now,

we're gonna lose
our reservation, so...

Didn't you need
your cell phone?

You left it here.

Your pse, too.

That's another
excellent question.

Boy, we got a lot
to talk about at dinner.

Bye, guys.
What about kisses?

Later, promise.

Bye... bye, girls.

Something's just not right.

I need to check on
some things at my house.

Mmm. What do
you mean?

What things?

We're not gonna get
in any trouble are we?

It's the maid's
night off.

My husband's still
in the hospital.

I think we'll be fine.

I just, I need to try
to find out...

more about her.

She must be very rich.

Turns out, Tom likes rich.

Which is funny,

because he didn't
in the beginning.

Which is why I think
I found him so damn attractive.

He wouldn't
let me buy dinner.

He wouldn't let me
pay for a drink.

But I guess I shouldn't
be surprised.

Everyone likes rich.

At least, once they've had a...

free sample.

Was she there today
at the hospital?

That's the weird thing.

I was there.

And you should have
seen us together.

He was so tender,

in a way that
he hasn't been in years.

It was as if...

I don't even know
how to describe it.

It was as if all of
the bad parts of our marriage

were just knocked right out
of us in that car crash

and some lighter, happier
version of Tom and me

just walked right out
of the wreckage.

The only problem is...

I'm part of the baggage
that got left behind.

Just...

take Scottsdale Road,

and I'll guide you
from there.

It's nothing.

It's Mommy's cell.

I can't believe she's still
running around without it.

Hey, this is Allison.

Leave a message at the tone.

Hey. H.

Uh...

I don't know where you are,

but it's Valentine's Day.

So Happy Valentine's day.

You know, I got to tell you,

hearing that message,
the one before the beep,

that was the highlight
of my day.

At least I know that that's you.

Good God almighty, Allison.

Where are you?

I miss you.

Mrs. O'Bannon?
I'm up here!

It's been going on for years.

There are letters
in that box from 2004.

Receipts forifts he
bought her with my money.

Cars. Jewels.

How could I not have known?

I'm truly sorry.

But we probably ought
to get going. It's late.

My kids have school tomorrow.

I don't want to go anywhere.

I want to sleep in my own bed.

I have a horrible feeling

it's gonna be the last time.

Here's the thing.
I can't go home without you.

My kids will definitely
know something's up.

I want to help you figure
this thing out, I do,

but we have to go back
to my place.

Oh, my, is that the line

you used on me
at the Spotted Pony?

Now, isn't Abigail

old enough to watch
the others overnight?

Ariel. Uh, no.

That doesn't work.
It's a school night.

Allison and I...

So, wait.

The two of you have
never gone out and said,

"Oh, screw it.

Let's stay out
all night and party?"

Ah...that's hard to explain.

But for me, uh...

being with Allison is the party.

And for, Allison...

there's kind of no better
place to have a party

than at home with the kids.

God...

I would die to feel
that way about someone...

some place.

I would die...

to have someone feel
that way about me.

We really ought to get going.

So how are we going to do this?

What's that?

The bed thing.

I realize that we've
already slept together.
Don't worry.

These things have a way
of working themselves out.

No, no, no, no. That's not
the answer I'm looking for.

Oh...

You take the
Bridgette side.

I'll take the Marie side.

I'm sure you'll feel very safe.

Holy!

Son of a bitch that hurt.

Now would be a good time

to come out of the woods
and give me a hand.

Please don't raise
your voice to me.

I've been sitting in this
scary forest in the dark

since you dropped
me off three hours ago.

I'm not in the mood.
Hey.

I just slammed myself into
a tree at 35 miles an hour

on purpose so you could have
weekend houses and foreign cars.

Let's not compare moods.

Give me a hand with her.

Grab her legs. There you go.

Come on. Just drag her.

Okay...

we both know what to do.

I'll uncover the grave...

and we'll both lower her in.

What are you doing?

Why are you turning away
from me? I've seen your body.

Hell, I made it.

Not to mention your face.

It's not you, it's her.

I think she's still alive.
Huh?

Nothing's ever easy
with you dear, is it?

Not that this isn't a lovely
stretch of road or anything,

but I'm still a little fuzzy
as to what we're doing here.

That's the spot.
Right there.

Don't forget the shovel.

Okay. So we're here?

No. No, we're not.

What is it? What
are you looking for?

Thank you.

What did you just say?

I said, "thank you."

Sorry. It just slipped out.

Give me a minute.

I'll talk trash...

behave like a spoiled brat.

Go back to being the
repugnant human being

that you've come
to know and love.

That's okay.
"Thank you" works, too.

What?

Oh.
Oh.

That's you, isn't it?
No...

no, no, not now.
No, not yet.

I don't want it to be over.

I've still have so much
to do, so much to learn.

Hey, Allison?

Allison? Sandra? Allison?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I feel kind of whoozy.

You were unconscious
for a while there.

You scared the
crap out of me.

How did I get here, Joe?

You don't remember?

Last thing I remember I was...

getting a box of
Valentine cards for Bridge.

Do you think we're
gonna be here for long?

I still have to get
something for you.

In a bizarre story,

prominent plastic surgeon
Dr. Tom O'Bannon

was charged with the murder
of his wife today

after he confessed
to staging a car accident.

It was all part
of a plot to murder

Mrs. Sandra Pinzler O'Bannon,

heir to the Pinzler
oil fortune.

The couple, seen here
in their wedding photo,

were apparently
on the verge of divorce

when the murder took place.

Prosecutors believe
that in order to maintain

access to his wife's
inheritance, Dr. O'Bannon

concocted a bizarre plan

to have another woman
impersonate her.

According to the indictment,

over the last year and a half
Dr. O'Bannon performed multiple

plastic surgeries
on his co-conspirator

and lover, Lisa Wolfe,

until she was virtually
indistinguishable

from his wife.

Ms. Wolfe, seen here on the
right in a picture taken

shortly after her arrest today,

is being held without bail.

Had the ruse been successful,
Mrs. O'Bannon's fortune...

Still getting caught up
on current events, I see.

Well, I did lose three whole
days of my life, you know?

Hmm, believe me, I know.

Speaking of which...

um, about
Valentine's Day...

Oh yeah. Thank you.

For what?

When all this started,
I really hadn't

had a chance to get
you anything.

I mean, I was going to.

What are you talking about?

I got your valentine.

I just checked my voicemail.

Now, don't you want to know
what I have for you?

Sure.

Don't just sit there.

Check your voicemail.

That woman is a mind reader