Medium (2005–2011): Season 3, Episode 15 - The Boy Next Door - full transcript

DVDRip.XviD-TOPAZ

?

??

???

...into her eyes...

everything else just fell away.

That was it. Bang, I was gone.

Wow.

Where were you?

Fat Bobby's Sports Bar and Grill.

That's where all the magic started.



You guys met at a place
called Fat Bobby's?

Mmm, well, we were in college.

ARIEL: Still...

Hey, you want to hear something funn

Daddy and I almost met
three years earlier.

Really? JOE: Ye, that's right.

I was a junior in college

and I had a project on display

at the Mesa University
Science and Engineering Fair.

Won third place.

Yeah, we didn't put it
together till years later,

but I was also at that science fair.

And you guys didn't see each other?

I guess not.



I like to think I would've remembered.

Well, that's a much better story

than meeting at a place
called Fat Bobby's.

Too bad it didn't happen that way.

Yeah, then I could be older now.

I could be 11.

Hey, Ariel, where's your sister?

What are you talking
about? She's right here?

Joe, did you see her
go to her bedroom? Who?

Our daughter, Joe.

She's right over there.

Ariel, what's going on?
Where are your sisters?

What are you talking about, Mom?

What sisters?

Okay, this isn't funny.

Will you talk to your children about...

*

Oh, my God.

What's happening?

What's happening?

WOMAN: Hey, lazy bones.

Wake up! Are you planning on getting up

and dressed at any point today?

Mom?

I just had the strangest dream.

S03E15
- The Boy Next Door Original Air Date: 7 March 2007

He's cat, Allison.
He's out catting around.

He'll be back.

You have exactly two minutes

to find something to eat for breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

What if he gets hit by a car?

What if he gets lost?

I'll buy you a puppy.

You ready? Mm-hmm.

When I get married, I'm staying married.

I'm never getting a divorce.

Ally, cut your mom some slack.

It's not like the divorce was her idea.

I know. When I get married,
it's going to be forever.

Married?

How 'bout we get someone to
ask us to the junior prom first?

Which reminds me. The Mesa University

Science and Engineering
Fair is this weekend.

You want to go? That's so weird.

Why, because it's a science fair?

Girls are allowed to want
to go to science fairs.

And I'll let you in on a little secret.

You know what they have
a lot of at science fairs?

Boys.

No. I mean that you're asking me.

I had a dream about this.

About the science fair?

About us going, but...

it wasn't really about that.

I was married and I was
telling my kids about it.

Kids? Three. All girls.

And I was telling them

about how I almost met their dad

at this science fair.

There's a dad? A husband?

Ally, you are such a tramp.

No.

He was really kind of
cute for an old guy.

He had really great hair.

Well, that's nice.

Look, I hate to burst your bubble,

but scientifically speaking...

Dreams are just random firing
of neurons in your brain.

They don't mean anything.

They certainly can't predict the future.

What are you trying to say?

I'm trying to say, I
don't think you're actually

going to meet Mr. Fabulous Hair

at the science fair this weekend.

Still want to go? Say yes.

Yes.

Later, 'gator.

While, 'dile.

JOE: Milk.

Pink or brown?

Both. Okay.

Fruit wraps... (carts crashing)

I'm so sorry. I...

That's okay. No harm, no...

Ally?

Allison Rolen?

Is that you? I can't believe it!

Hey. Stephen!

Hey! When did you get into town?

I heard you were living in New York.

I was. I... New York,

Fort Lauderdale, Lititz, Pennsylvania.

You move around a lot
in my line of work.

You know, I don't even
know what it is you do.

Have I even seen you since high school?

Are you married? Do you have kids?

No wife. No kids. No dogs. (chuckles)

Did I mention I move around
a lot in my line of work?

Marketing. Telecommunications.
Cellular phones.

You must do very well.
Everyone I know has one.

Hi. How're you doing?
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Stephen Campbell,
this is Joe Dubois, Hi.

my husband. Engineer.

Hello. Wife. Three kids.

High school. Next-door neighbor.

Comic book freak. You still?

Still.

Oh, hey, let me give you my number.

Let's get together and
have lunch or something.

That sounds great.

And, uh... how's Izzy?

You're still close?

No, we sort of lost touch.

She went to Harvard and I went to Mesa.

So I'll call you?

Yeah, you better.

Good to meet you.

Yes. So long.

Hmm, so what are we talking?

Friend? Boyfriend? Unrequited love?

Hmm... All of the above?

Crush. I think.

Him on me. Junior year of high school.

Aah. He was pretty shy back then.

Oh, that was not a shy
hug that he gave you.

Well, I guess he's not
as shy as he used to be.

Hello?

An hour.

Yeah, sure.

Okay, bye.

Why do I get the feeling

that I'm gonna be unpacking
all these groceries

by myself? Huh? Huh?

Looks like she was raped
and then strangled to death.

And here's the weird part.

After she was dead, we think the killer

took the time to redress
her and wash her face

and wrap her up before he dumped her.

Tow truck driver working in the area

saw a white sedan

stopped on the shoulder
sometime after midnight.

Afraid that's about the closest thing

we have to a real clue.

Her name's Nancy Claymore.

Her parents reported her

missing two days ago.

Oh, my God. How old is she?

She just turned 13.

Have you ever seen a dead person?

Oh, my God. You found a funny cigarette

in your mom's purse again, didn't you?

I had another dream last night.

Like the last one. Set in the future?

I explained this to you.

I just... it felt so real.

I mean, it was so
specific. No, it wasn't.

It just seemed that way.

You were in it.

I mean... we had lost touch.

We weren't friends anymore.

Well, see, that's what I mean.

That's never gonna happen.

I was, like, a cop or something.

Oh, future cop. Cool.

There was this girl.

Nancy Claymore.

She was 13 and she had been murdered.

Allison.

Come on. Future cop?

Future dream?

You really think any
of this is gonna happen?

I don't know.

When I dream it...

it all seems so plausible.

You know?

There's nothing about
it that couldn't happen.

Although...

Actually, in the dream...

I did run in this guy.

His name was Stephen,

and I think he was supposed
to be an old friend.

From high school.

I don't know no stinkin' Stephen.

And I don't know no stinkin' Stephen.

Ah, praise the Lord. Hallelujah!

The girl was blind, now can see!

Looks like you're
getting a new neighbor.

Hi.

What's going on? Somebody new moving in?

Uh... just me and my dad.

I'm, uh, I'm Stephen.

?

...and we've got the mountains.

And the deserts, obviously.

A lot of seniors,

after they get their license,
will, like, rent a dune buggy

and just spend the day
up there getting trashed.

Well, what, uh... what
about comic book stores?

You guys have, you guys
have comic book stores?

In Chicago, they're...

they're all over the place.

You read comic books?

Uh... I collect graphic novels, yes.

What? Come on, have you ever seen one?

I mean, come on, you have, you have,

you have Watchmen, you have Secret Wars,

you have The Dark Knight.

(laughing) You got to know...
you got to know The Dark Knight.

Come on.

No, the guy, this guy... ah...

the guy who does them, Frank Miller,

he's just-- he's
this, he's this genius.

IZZY: Genius?

Like Isaac Newton?

Like Galileo?

I'm talking about a living genius.

Okay, I'm talking about someone

who makes a difference in my life,

not some guy who just had
an apple fall on his head

like a million years ago.

Oh, don't mind her.

If you say he's a genius,
I'm sure he's a genius.

(whispers): Thank you.

But, you know, you don't
have to take my word for it.

Saturday, there's a, uh,

comic book convention
at the Civic Center.

This Saturday, that's the science fair.

At the college?

I mean, that was the plan.

You know, why don't you just...

why don't you just thi about that?

Yeah, we will.

What goes in here?

Oh, um...

that is my... dad's collection.

Collection of what?

No, it's okay.

It's, it's... it's not loaded.

ALLISON: Pablo.

Here, kitty. (dog barks in distance)

DIANE: Did that cat run off again?

He'll be back.

Were you at the Campbells again?

Izzy and I were just
hanging out with Stephen.

He's nice.

You're not over there
drinking or anything?

No, Mom, nothing.

I don't even think they
have liquor in their house.

I think Mr. Campbell
is kind of... strict.

Well, what about Mrs. Campbell?

They moved in a week ago.

I still haven't caught a glimpse of her.

Oh, there is no Mrs. Campbell.

I mean, I think they're divorced.

Really?

So he's raising that boy all alone.

Mom.

I don't think it's a good idea

for you to get involved
with Mr. Campbell.

Who said anything
about getting involved?

There's nothing wrong with baking them

a batch of cookies, is there?

To say "Welcome to the neighborhood."

I'm going to sleep.

DEVALOS: I appreciate everyone
coming together this afternoon.

I know that since we've formed
this Nancy Claymore Task Force,

we've all been taking a lot
of criticism in the press,

and while there haven't been any
major breakthroughs in the case,

there is some new information
we wanted to share.

Lee?

Um, the police psychiatrist is saying

this is probably the first
time the perpetrator killed.

According to him, the murder
scene and the methodology

are riddled with wt they
call "indicators of remorse."

Taking the time to re-dress the victim,

wash her, wrap her in a blanket.

They feel all of these
things are indications

that the killer felt
badly about what he did.

Not badly enough, unfortunately,

to pick up the phone
and turn himself in.

DEVALOS: The doctors feel

that while he's never
killed, he'll probably have

a long record of inappropriate
conduct with minor girls.

That's why we've supplied each
of you with a complete file

of all the registered sex offenders

here in the Phoenix metro area.

Study the sheets.

Feel free to conduct any interviews

if you feel there is cause.

And what a wonderful coincidence.

Here come the latest sheets.

Add these to your binders.

These would be for
anyone who's relocated

to our jurisdiction
in the last four weeks,

and as ordered by the courts,

have registered their
whereabouts with the police.

Oh, my God.

You know this man?

I knew him... in high school.

Suddenly last week, there
he was in the supermarket.

Says here he raped a 14-year-old
girl back in Pennsylvania.

You've got some interesting friends.

STEPHEN: Hey, Allison.

Wake up.

Allison. (dog barking)

I've got a surprise for you.

What are you doing here?

It's the middl of the night.

Yeah, I couldn't sleep,

and I saw this little guy
sneaking through my backyard,

so I chased him down.

I know how worried you get
when he's out all night.

thanks for bringing him home.

Yeah, no problem.

you should, um...

you should probably get going.

Yeah, I don't want my dad
to figure out I'm gone.

But I'll, I'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah.

What's the matter, Future Cop?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Don't make fun.

I had another dream.

Oh, boy.

Just give me your opinion.

What if I saw something,

dreamt something about a person?

Something horrible, something
that they were going to do

in the future.

Even if I couldn't prove it,
shouldn't I tell somebody?

Shouldn't I try and stop it?

Um, in my opinion, no.

No?

No, people will think you're nuts.

I'm your best friend,
and I think you're nuts.

But I'm talking
about something--

it's so awful, it's so evil...

Hey.

You want to know what I really believe?

You don't like the way the future looks?

Change it.

It hasn't happened yet;
it's subject to alteration.

You believe someone's
going to do something awful.

Then don't let them.

For that matter,

if you believe we're going
to stop being friends,

don't allow it.

The next time someone wants
to do something with you,

and you already have plans with me,

don't tell them that
you'll think about it.

That's my future.

I've got to go. Well, Izzy...

I got class.

Hey. So, uh, what have you decided?

About Saturday, the, uh, comic show?

Yeah, I know. I, I just... I can't.

Wh-why?

Because I can't.

I mean, I don't want to.

I'm going to the Science Fair with Izzy.

I told her I would,

and she's my best friend
and she's counting on it.

All right.

Okay, well, then maybe we can, uh,

maybe we can do something Sunday.

I don't think so.

I mean, I'm kinda feeling that

maybe it would just be better if...

I don't know.

Well, why?

What, what...

have I done something wrong?

No, it's just... it's me.

I'm going through something.

Trying to figure something out.

Maybe, maybe I can help.

I don't think so.

Not right now.

You sure I haven't, I
haven't done anything...

to make you, make you mad at me?

No, you didn't do anything.

I'm not mad at you.

Yeah.

Right, I mean, how, how could you be?

All I did was bring
back your cat, right?

I really do appreciate that.

Yeah, sure you do.

Really, I'm sorry. It's...

really, it's me.

Yeah, sure it is.

SCANLON: It's right
this way, Mr. Campbell.

This should only take a few moments.

Whatever you say.

I'm just, I'm completely
baffled as to why...

Stephen, it's nice to see you again.

Allison.

I didn't get

a chance to tell you

I work for the District
Attorney's office.

I asked the detective

to contact you.

I was hoping you could help us with

the Nancy Claymore case.

I'm sorry. Who?

SCANLON: A
13-year-old girl.

She was kidnapped and
murdered last week.

We're conducting preliminary interviews

with several persons of interest

based on their histories
of sexual assault on minors.

Stephen, please, have a seat.

SCANLON: Two years ago
you pleaded no contest

to a charge of sexual
battery on a 14-year-old girl.

Yes. I made an error in judgment.

You want to tell us about that?

She told me she was
20, and I believed her.

According to her deposition,
she asked you several

times to stop.

It looks like the charges
were reduced from rape

to battery to avoid a trial.

Because they couldn't prove their case,

because there was no case.

It was all lies.

When her parents found out
about us, they got angry at her,

so she lied to them about what happened.

She lied to them the way she lied to me,

and now because of her lies,

I'm considered a predator
in the eyes of the law.

So what do you want to know,

Detective?

Allison,

how can I convince you of my innocence?

SCANLON: You can tell me

where you were on the
afternoon of the 15th.

I... I was at home.

Can anyone else confirm that?

No, I don't think so.

What color car do you drive?

White.

Would you be willing to provide us

with a sample of your DNA,

or are you gonna make me, uh,
fetch it from Pennsylvania?

Uh, I have nothing to hide.

Okay.

You'll understand, right,

when I don't call you about
getting together for lunch?

Pablo,

is that you?

Here, kitty.

Here, boy.

I know you're upset.

Sometimes

in nature these things happen.

A bigger animal comes along and...

Mom,

I don't think an animal killed Pablo.

I think...

I think maybe the Campbell boy did it.

Oh, I know you're upset. Allison...

He was mad at me.

He likes me, and...

and I've kind of been avoiding him.

So you think he killed your cat?

Allison.

And that's not the only thing.

I've been having dreams again.

You know this is crazy talk,

and you know it upsets me,

and it has nothing to do

with the cat being torn
apart by a dog or a coyote...

Mom, I'm trying to tell you.

I've had dreams about him

in the future,

doing horrible things to girls.

Girls younger than me.

Well, I-I... I got
to tell you something.

That says a lot more
about you than it does him.

Why would you dream

about anyone doing
anything to young girls?

Well, you know who I blame for this?

Mom, we're not talking
about Grandma now.

For filling your head full
of this nonsense about dreams,

about the future.

It was bad enough I had to endure it

growing up when I was under her roof.

But now? Mom...

You grandmother does
not know the future.

She does not have visions or dreams.

She's crazy.

Mom, what are you doing?

I need you to listen.

You're upset. Please.

I just want you to take one

of these pills and get some sleep.

Mom, I need you to listen to me!

No. I won't listen.

Not when you're talking crazy.

I don't want to listen
to anything about dreams,

about special feelings, about

predictions.

Are you gonna take one of these or not?

IZZY: Hey.

I'm so sorry about Pablo.

Your mom told me.

It's really awful.

Anyway, I want you to know,

I totally understand

if you don't want to come with me today.

What are you talking about?

To the science fair.

Oh.

Right.

I mean, I... I know you're upset.

I know you're depressed, so...

relax.

We don't have to go.

We can just stay here.

Besides, we don't want to risk

running into your future
husband accidentally

and messing up everything

that's supposed to happen in the future,

and completely screwing
up the balance of nature,

and changing the course

of human development

on the planet Earth.

Actually...

I think I want to go.

IZZY: Okay.

I'm totally confused.

Now we're looking for Mr. Goodhair?

Yeah.

Don't you see?

He's part of the future
I've been dreaming.

In my dreams, I don't
meet him until college,

unless right now, right here,

I make it a point to meet him.

(camera shutter clicking)
I change the future.

And then maybe, just... just maybe,

all the bad things I've been
dreaming about won't happen.

Allison?

You are in dire need
of psychological help,

or, I don't know, a...

conk on the noggin with
a big hammer or something.

You're not gonna meet
this Joe guy today.

He's not in here.

He's in there.

He doesn't exist.

Well, we'll just see, won't we?

(laughing): Oh!

Come here for a second.

How would you pronounce that name?

Joseph Duboys?

Yoseph Dew-bwa?

I think this is it.

I think this is his.

Looks like the future's safe.

Did you see that?

What are you guys looking at?

Hey.

You know, I've been looking
for you two everywhere.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

Um, it was kind of a...
a spur-of-the-moment thing.

You know, I knew this was where

you really wanted to be, so I thought,

if Allison wants to
go to the science fair,

then, you know, the hell with
the comic book convention.

That's so sweet.

So, you guys want to
grab some lunch after?

I'm, uh...

I'm buying.

No. I just... I really
want to go home after.

Oh.

I guess, um,

you didn't hear.

Pablo was killed last night.

In her yard.

Like, a dog

or something.

Oh, that's terrible.

That's terrible.

Allison, I am so sorry.

This is really awful. Allison...

IZZY: Allison,

what are you doing?

It's okay. She's just...

She's-She's upset.

You stay away from me.

I know all about you.

I know who you are.

IZZY: Allison,

what's wrong with you?
Nothing. She's upset.

That's all. She just doesn't
know what she's talking about.

I have to go.

I have to go home.

I need to be by myself for a while.

SCANLON: Do you know why you're here?

Because

there's been a screw-up somewhere.

Because somebody, someplace
has made a mistake.

SCANLON: Well, should that turn out

to be the case, then you're absolutely

within your rights to file a complaint

th the proper authorities.

But I suspect you'll be a little busy

finding yourself a
good defense attorney.

What's this?

Who are these people?

ALLISON: These are the faces

of the seven young girls

that you raped but chose not to kill.

The seven that we know about.

The seven that we can prove.

You believe this?

You believe that I
raped all these girls?

I believe in science, Stephen,

and the science says you did it.

SCANLON: Not only were
we able to make a DNA tch,

but no matter what part of the country

these abductions and rapes occurred in,

it coincided with your arrival
and departure from that region.

ALLISON: It's just a matter of time.

We're faxing your photograph

to the local police
in each jurisdiction.

These girls will identify you.

They will testify.

But that's the least of your problems,

because we're charging you

with the murder of Nancy Claymore.

I see.

And...

what is it you want from me?

A confession would be nice.

It would save us the effort

and the expense involved in a trial.

I am authorized to offer you

life without the possibility of parole.

My goodness.

Your mom must be awfully proud of you.

I'm trying to help you
avoid the death penalty.

Again?

Do you remember...

the day your Mom had you bring
some cookies over to my house?

Of course you don't.

It wasn't a particularly
important day for you.

All you did was walk over

to the new neighbors' house
and knock on the front door.

Okay...

But, see, what you didn't know

was that right before you
knocked on that door...

I had a gun in my mouth.

And I was determined to kill myself.

I remember it so clearly.

Across the street..

the McElroys were getting
ready for their family reunion.

And down the block, some
guy was washing his car

and he had his car radio
blasting "Sister Christian."

My dad had just kicked
the crap out of me for

leaving a jar of jelly out
on the counter overnight.

So I sat down on the couch.

I put one of his precious
antique revolvers in my mouth,

and then...

there was a knock on the door.

And who did I find
standing on my doorstep...

but the girl next door...

Allison Rolen.

My secret crush.

And wonder of wonders we talked,

and...

started thinking that
maybe she likes me.

And maybe life is
worth living after all.

I need a confession, Stephen.

Are you prepared to do that?

Do I call a stenographer?

Or do I call my boss and tell
him that we are having a trial?

You hear that knock?

Isn't she something?

She's going to save my life again.

Hey. What's going on?

What did he do to you?

I don't know... he just...

one minute we were just
talking, and then...

he tried to kiss me...

and then he was...

on top of me and...

I said, "No," and then...

he got really angry.

Izzy, did he hurt you? No.

No. We heard his dad come home.

And then he let go of me,

and I just ran out the back
door and I came over here.

(dog barking) I just...

I can't let my mom see me like this.

Can I come in?

Please? Can I just...?
Of course, you can.

Sure. Come on.

(sobbing): Allie...

I don't know what would have happened

if his dad hadn't come hom

I really don't.

Yeah, well... I do.

I know.

Can I throw these out somewhere?

I don't want to take a
chance on my mom seeing them.

Yeah, sure.

I really think we need to tell someone.

Tell them what?

Tell 'em... that he scared
me? That he's a jerk?

Last night, you said
that... Yeah. Well...

Last night I was upset.

Today I see that I'm fine

and that nothing really happened.

Not really.

But Izzy...

what if you knew he was
going to do it again?

But worse.

What if you knew other
girls were going to get hurt?

Is this dream talk again?

Listen to me.

I don't know anything
about the future, Allison,

and neither do you.

This is about me.

This is about something
that really happened to me.

And that means I get to
decide what to do about it.

I'm sorry.

Promise me.

Promise me you won't
tell anyone about this.

Allison, promise me.

And promise me

we'll never talk about this again.

Izzy...

Promise me!

I promise.

Okay.

Well, I guess I better go.

Izzy?

This is it, isn't it?

We're not gonna be
friends after this, are we?

Why are you saying that?

Isn't there enough bad already?

Why do you say that?

I don't know.

It's just a feeling I have.

Oh, good, you're here.

Uh, Stacey called in sick--
lazy, hung-over tramp--

so I have to cover her shift.

And, uh, can you bring
these cookies over

to the Campbells' house

along with that note
inviting Mr. Campbell

over for dinner next week?

Mom, the last place in
the world I want to go

is the Campbell house.

Why, did you and Stephen have a fight?

No.

What's the problem, then?

I can't talk about it, but
I'm not going over there.

I'm asking you, please.

No.

I don't ask for much from you.

Tips are lousy, your dad's
child-support payment is late,

and the car needs new brake pads

I can't pay for.

So do this one thing for me,

okay, without giving me any attitude.

Okay.

I talked to the police.

He shot himself.

I'm so sorry, honey, but he's dead.

I'm-I'm... I'm sorry.

I know you cared about him.

I did.

I really did.

I know.

Would you like me to
give you something...

help you sleep?

Actually, I'm...

I'm kinda scared to dream.

That's silly.

The thing a person needs most
at a time like this is sleep.

And the thing a person needs
to do the most is forget.

Bye!

Bye, Mom!

Oh, I forgot. I'm supposed
to stay after school

and work with my new lab partner,

so can you pick me up at 4:30?

Well, this is a heck of a
time to mention it, Ariel.

I have the meeting this afternoon.

I know. I'm sorry.

Um... wait.

Nancy!

Do you think your mom
could drop me at home

after we're done working?

Sure, I guess that'd be okay.

Mom, this is Nancy Claymore.

She just started here this week.

Hi, Mrs. Dubois.

So her mom's

gonna drop me at home later, okay?

Well, sure, that's okay.

Nancy, you look so familiar.

Have we met before?

Um, I don't think so.

Must be my imagination.

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