Medium (2005–2011): Season 3, Episode 5 - Ghost in the Machine - full transcript
Allison's birthday gift for Joe starts sending her messages, and a highway sniper terrorizes Phoenix.
ALLISON:
when I was?????
Mrs Water
she???? bring me
her daughter's old clothes.
I never wanted to wear them.
It wasn't that I didn't
like the clothes,
it was the way they made me
feel whenever I put them on.
Later, I found out that
when Mrs. Walters' little girl
would misbehave,
she would lock her
in a dark closet.
Then there was the time
I was about to sit down
on the couch
and watch television,
and suddenly, I got
the distinct impression
that things between my mother
and her latest boyfriend had...
moved to the next level.
My point being, that sometimes
the energy from an event
can hang around
a particular object
long after the event is over.
Almost like an imprint.
And people like me,
people who are sensitive,
it's almost as if we can
read the energy
and know what happened.
Like the time Bobby Page
taught me to shoot
with his dad's rifle,
not knowing his dad had just
used it to put down
their old retriever, Buck.
Yeah, that was
a particularly bad energy.
And it isn't just the energy
of other people's things,
other people's behavior,
that comes flooding
back to me at times.
What? What?
What is it?
The trick, I've learned,
is to try to figure out
why the object is sharing
that energy with you,
what the message might be,
and then, hopefully,
behave accordingly.
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You okay?
It's 3:15 in the morning.
It's never God's plan
for people to be up
at 3:15 in the morning.
I'm sorry.
They want to clean up
the blood
and open the road
before the morning rush.
I knew you'd want to see it all
before they carted it away.
You sure she
wasn't drunk?
She was heading east
around 11:20.
Light traffic, looks
like she was going
between 20 and 30.
One in the head,
two in the chest.
I don't think she even
knew what hit her.
Somebody shoot her
from a passing car?
I'm guessing it was up
on that walkway there.
what do you mean?
That's half
a football field away.
You saying we have a highway
sniper and nobody saw him?
So, how old
are you, Daddy?
I'm old, kiddo, I'm really old.
No, you're not.
Mommy, I don't understand.
Why can't Daddy open
his birthday presents now?
'Cause that's not
how we do it.
We don't open birthday
presents in the morning.
We do on Christmas.
Yeah, but this
isn't Christmas,
this is Daddy's birthday.
You ever seen anyone
put a birthday candle
in a bowl of
breakfast cereal?
No.
Want to know why?
'Cause we don't open
birthday presents
in the morning.
Let me let you in on
a little secret, Bridge...
I think it's really 'cause Mommy
likes to procrastinate.
Really?
What's that?
It's when someone
puts off doing things
that they really need to do.
Precisely.
I think the real reason
I can't open my presents
is because Mommy
hasn't actually gotten around
to getting me one yet.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Good morning.
Hi. Um, do you
have the ad
that ran in this
morning's paper?
Oh, sure.
Anything I can help
you with in there?
I'm interested in this.
That's a great machine.
Would you like to see one?
Sure.
It says to ask about pricing.
1099.
$1100?
Believe it or not,
our competitors
have them for $1349.
Not what you
had budgeted?
What were you
looking to spend?
Half of that, or less.
Now this is a $1,200 camera,
too, but...
far superior to the one
you wanted to buy.
Comes specially equipped
with a 12 to one zoom lens.
That's like have a video camera
on the end of a telescope.
It's excellent in
low light situations.
This is the Rolls Royce
of video cameras.
I'll let you have it for $500.
Okay, why would you do that?
Every one of these
that I sell,
comes right back
to the store.
It's an excellent
piece of gear, it's just
too damn complicated
for your average
point and shoot customer.
And nobody wants to read
operating manuals anymore,
you know.
We're just gonna send them
back to the manufacturer.
And frankly,
I would much rather
sell it to you,
hopefully make a new customer,
and save some money
on shipping.
Let me run to the back.
I'll get a battery,
blank DVD, let you play.
MAN:
Hello.
Ooh, face the camera, sweetie.
Yeah, thank you.
What's up?
Roll over.
Come on, you want to,
you want to do it.
You want to roll over.
Thank you.
WOMAN:
Hey!
Hey, you, camera guy,
I'm talking to you.
What's your deal, camera guy?
What do... wh...
what do you mean?
What do I mean?
What do you think I mean?
I mean, I've been coming to this
park for three days in a row.
And for three days in a row,
I've seen you trying
to take pictures of me.
I don't like it.
Oh, okay, so what,
now you have nothing to say?
What's your name?
I'm thinking your name
must be Dick.
Do you mind if I call you
"Dick," Dick?
Big brave guy with a camera.
Go ahead, Dick, tilt down.
You know you want to.
Tilt down, Dick.
All right, that's enough.
Now, you got what you needed?
I'm out of here.
Uh, miss.
Wait! Miss!
Don't go!
SALESMAN:
Ready to play?
How's it feel to you?
Small, light, it's
terrific, right?
Just wait till I
put this battery in,
power up, show you
what she really can do.
Careful, I think there might
already be one in there.
Uh, no, actually,
it's impossible.
You can't put the DVD in
until you put the battery in.
And I just put
the battery in.
Go ahead.
I'll take it??????
MAN:
Kathy, come on, I haven't got
all day, get in there.
I'm using up the tape.
I can't keep photographing
an empty bed.
Kathy...
Get in there.
No.
Get in there.
I'm using up
the battery.
You are so predictable
with this video thing.
Yeah, what does
that mean?
What do you think it means?
It means it's just
completely predictable.
You're completely predictable.
Does that mean you
don't love me anymore?
(sighs):
Oh... it means...
I better be the only one
that you videotape
from now until the end of time.
That's what it means,
camera guy.
And what else?
It means...
Kathy loves Travis.
Louder.
Kathy loves Travis!
Say it loud!
DEVALOS:
Allison?
You busy?
Birthday present for Joe.
Just wrapping it.
Well, we're all summoned
to the conference room.
I know not why.
Maggie played cards at the club.
Every Wednesday night, 8:45.
Game ended at 11:00.
It had to.
That's when they
closed the room.
She was always
home by 11:25.
11:30,
(door opens)
I call her cell phone.
It goes straight
to voice mail,
so, okay,
she forgot to put
the damn thing on.
By quarter to 12:00,
I start to get anxious.
So I call the other girls--
Camille, Lorraine, Rhonda.
They're all home.
I don't know what
else to do, so I keep
calling the cell phone.
And then I call the police.
No help.
No offense.
So...
tried her cell again.
And this time, I got
an EMS guy who answered.
I met Mr. Caffey when
he came in this morning
to identify his wife.
I assured him
that we're doing
everything we can to find
this animal.
We all drive the same streets.
Our loved ones
all drive
the same streets.
Oh, how do I smell?
Like the cool mist
of the ocean.
Hmm, just like
the box says.
Thank you, honey.
Happy birthday,
Daddy.
Thank you, sweetie.
Open mine!
Open mine!
Open mine!
Wow, is this for me?
Is it a car?
No, and you did
that joke last year.
He does that joke every year.
That's how we know
he's a year older.
It's beautiful.
I made it.
You're kidding.
Do you know
what it is?
Yes, I do, but I'm not
going to tell you.
She thinks
it's an ashtray.
Ariel!
That is so otherworldly.
This is so what
I was hoping for.
You don't even smoke.
And I never will,
but I can still appreciate
a beautifully made ashtray.
Thank you, honey.
I am going to put this
on my desk at work,
right next to the one
you gave me last year.
Here's a little something
from me and Marie.
Also not a car.
You shouldn't have.
Oh, my.
Oh, come on.
Oh, wow, look at this.
Awesome!
Now this is even better
than the one
that I showed you
in the paper.
Wow, this one has
all the bells
and whistles.
Don't look at me.
Marie picked it out.
Whoa. I can't even imagine
how much this cost.
So which of the girls
isn't going to college?
Where is...?
Well, that's it.
There's no bonus gift.
I'm not looking
for a bonus gift.
You outdid yourself.
And you, too!
Oh, how did you know?
Mm-mm-mm!
No, I just thought
that maybe they included
a blank DVD
for you to record on.
Oh, my gosh, you're kidding?
There's nothing
to record on in there?
I didn't even think to ask.
That doesn't matter.
I can wait to record something
till tomorrow.
This is clearly
an amazing camera.
I got me some amazing cologne
and an amazing ashtray.
And an amazing little
raspberry right here.
Sorry about the DVDs.
I'll grab some tomorrow.
It was a great
birthday.
Really?
I'm glad.
I'm so glad
you thought so.
I was worried
you would think
I didn't put enough
thought into it.
I always think,
"This year I'll
be different.
"This year I'll whisk
him off his feet,
"take him to the pyramids,
"buy him box seats
"for some great sports
team or something.
Mm...
Make him a gourmet meal."
Mm...
And then I run around
the day of
getting your present,
making you a cake
from a mix...
worrying that you'll
think I don't care.
I was driving
home tonight,
the sun had already set,
and every building that
I passed, every bridge
every water tower,
I was thinking,
"Is he there?"
And you could just
feel that every person
and every car around me,
they were thinking
the same thing:
"Is he out there?
Is he thinking about
shooting at my car?"
At me.
Doesn't he know
it's my birthday?
Doesn't he know
I have to get home
so Bridgette can give me
her ashtray?
MAN:
Come on, baby,
get up there.
WOMAN:
No, Travis,
I don't want to.
Come on. It's just
you and me here.
I want to see you
on camera.
It's too embarrassing.
I don't want anyone
to see this online.
Kathy, don't you
trust me, baby?
If you really love me,
you'll do this for me.
Travis, I don't
want to do this, okay?
Can you just get
in there
so I have something
to focus on?
I've never used this
tripod thing before.
Travis, did you hear me?
I don't want to do this, okay?
I mean, I'll do this.
I'll do anything, but I don't
want you to tape it, all right?
I'm not asking you
to do anything
that I'm not gonna do.
No, you shouldn't tape it, okay?
Not tonight.
Why?
It's gonna be fun.
Listen, nobody's
gonna see it.
I mean, you're beautiful,
but you're not famous.
I mean, no offense,
but you ain't exactly
Paris Hilton
I'm not Colin Farrell.
Now give me something
to focus on.
What the hell is that?
I told you I didn't want
to tape it.
What are you
showing me?
He knows something's up.
Last night, he came home,
said he couldn't reach me
for hours.
He beat the living crap
out of me.
No, don't.
I told him I got
a call, you know,
to do temp work
at the V.A. Hospital,
but he didn't believe me.
He said he could
smell you on me.
Not you, but someone.
Said the next time
he'd kill me.
Do it with drugs.
No one would ever know.
Sometimes I lie
in bed at night,
I lie next to him
and I think about...
what my life would be like
if he were gone...
if he were dead.
Is it something
you want?
I can't let him hurt
you anymore, Kathy.
Shouldn't you maybe shut off
the tape?
Kathy and Travis.
Any particular Kathy
and Travis?
I just know,
at least I strongly suspect
they're going to attempt
to kill her husband.
He's a doctor.
There must be some way
to research doctors
with wives named "Kathy."
I'm pretty sure
they're from this area.
Why's that?
I bought my husband
a video camera
for his birthday
from Archibald's.
Before there were batteries
in it, before there was anything
to record on, I started to see
videos of this couple
on the viewfinder screen.
Kathy and Travis?
I think perhaps they owned
the camera before I did.
I think the camera remembers
what it saw
and it's showing it to me
so we could stop this thing
from happening.
Okay, it's showing
you all this,
but it's not giving
you last names.
It's showing you
all this,
but it's not telling you
where or when
this killing
might take place.
Allison, maybe
you haven't noticed,
but the city's come
to a standstill.
We're in the middle
of a bona fide crisis.
Give me a name,
first and last.
Better yet, buy a camera
that has videos of this madman
who's using our streets
for target practice.
That would be truly helpful.
He loved it, right?
Someone owned this camera
before I did, didn't they?
Ma'am?
You told me people
were bringing them
back to the store,
but you never explained
that someone actually used
this specific camera you sold me
before I bought it.
Well, I don't know
that to be true.
Well, I do.
I need the name
of the previous owner.
Ma'am, I can assure you
if by some chance someone
purchased the camera before you
and returned it
to the store,
it passed the most rigorous
of inspections
before being returned
to inventory.
It's completely covered
by manufacturer's warranty.
I don't care about
the manufacturer's warranty.
I just need the name of the
person who owned it before me.
Furthermore, as I offered
at time of purchase,
I'd be happy
to take the machine back,
swap it out for
an easier-to-use model.
His first name was Travis.
He had brown hair.
Ma'am, I'm not saying
that someone else did buy
your camera,
before you, but if they did,
I still couldn't tell you
their name.
I'm with the District Attorney's
office.
That's all well and good,
but, um, you're gonna need
to speak to a manager.
I mean, do you have
a warrant or something?
Did he not bring it back?
Did a girl bring it back?
Kathy-- brown hair, pretty?
I don't get it.
Are you not happy
with the camera?
Uh!
I need some recordable DVDs.
DINOVI:
Basically what the Mayor
and the City Attorney
want you to weigh in on is...
Is if we assign a
disproportionate share
of police to monitor
the neighborhoods
where the wealthy people live--
what's our exposure if our
sniper friend shoots someone
in a poor neighborhood and their
family decides to sue the city.
Want to hear
a scary thought?
Which is also a great thought?
What if he never shoots again?
What's scary about that?
Between you and me?
If he doesn't make
another try,
I don't think there's a whole
hell of a lot of hope
we're ever going to catch him.
The evidence he left behind
the other night
isn't leading us anywhere.
On the other hand, I suppose
I'd rather have
one unsolved murder than two
or three or four or five.
Hell, I'd rather have
one unsolved murder
then two or three solved ones.
I just invited Sean Caffey
back down here
for a little conversation.
Thought you might want
to listen in
from the other side
of the glass...
You're having
a conversation with him
in the interrogation room?
That's a hell of a way
to treat a widower
two days after his
wife is shot to death.
Maybe.
Apparently, there was
trouble in the marriage,
but there was also
a solid prenup in place.
In the event of divorce,
Sean would get nothing.
How much is she worth
to him dead?
Between the inheritance and
insurance pay outs--
about $30 million.
So he bought himself
a long-range rifle,
got up on that
pedestrian bridge
and, boy, talk
about a lucky shot.
He's rich.
They hire people to do
their dirty work.
Sounds improbable,
but not impossible.
And as it happens we're
suffering from an acute shortage
of leads in this particular
case, so , yeah, sure.
I'll come with you.
I'll pass.
It's okay.
You weren't invited.
Just an errand.
Now that you're back,
want to be my date
for an interrogation?
I suppose.
CAFFEY:
Where did you get these?
Your wife hired
a private detective.
Were you aware
that she was
contemplating divorce?
These photos are over
a year old.
Maggie and I were
working things out.
I don't understand.
How is this relevant
to anything?
Shouldn't you be out there
looking for a man with a gun?
I don't know, Mr. Caffey.
We're not sure who we should
be looking for.
That's why we're having
this conversation.
Should I be calling my lawyer?
You have a lawyer?
Of your own?
Because your late wife's family
made it very clear to me
the family attorney had no
interest in helping you
with this particular matter.
What do you
make of him?
I feel really stupid,
really useless.
It's as if I'm not even
tuned in to the same channel.
Everything I see
in my head
has to do with those two kids
I told you about this morning.
And their plan
to kill her husband.
So talk to me about
being a player.
How does that work?
I mean, you marry
a really wealthy woman,
she makes you sign
a prenup,
and then what is it?
You just can't be faithful?
Because from a monetary
standpoint,
it makes no sense.
You're really
playing with fire.
Unless, of course,
you can make absolutely certain
that she won't divorce you,
can't divorce you,
isn't alive to divorce you.
I loved my wife.
Where were you between
11:00 and 11:45
on the night your
wife was slain?
CAFFEY:
I've made no secret
of where I was.
I was at home,
trying to contact her.
Then why didn't you use
the home phone?
Why'd you keep calling her
from your cell phone?
Because I was lazy.
Because I had her mobile number
programmed into my cell.
Because if I use the regular
phones at home
I had to dial it,
but if I used my cell phone
I just press one button.
Do you think I don't know
how bad this sounds?
The answer to all
your questions is "yes."
Yes, I do think you
know how bad this sounds,
yes you need a lawyer
And yes, I know
you didn't ask,
but I do believe you're
going to be
spending the night
with us, Mr. Caffey.
JOE:
I wonder who lives in here.
Daddy.
I'm making a documentary
on the nocturnal habits
of eighth graders.
Explain to our viewers at home
what it is you're doing
right now.
I'm doing geometry
and it's stupid.
This is fascinating.
I know I'm riveted.
My name is Bridgette Dubois
and I shall now dance
with a spoon on my...
on my nose.
Go away!
JOE:
Honey...
Go away!
Honey, smile.
This is Daddy's
birthday present
and I need
you smile...
Go away!
ALLISON:
I think she wants
you to go away.
I bet you can't guess
who the only two people
in this family are
who haven't been
captured on DVD yet?
Let me think about it.
Time's up.
What was that question again?
Um, I... Are you forgetting
that yesterday was my birthday?
Exactly.
So ask me again
in 364 days.
Hmm. Sorry, fella.
I guess your work here
for tonight is through.
I'm going to go
lock the door.
And then I'm going
to go brush my teeth.
No. Don't waste your time.
I told you nothing's
going to happen.
Hardy-har, har, har.
TRAVIS:
So what am I looking for?
KATHY:
A Mercedes.
It'll be coming
towards you.
It's 11 after 11:00 so it
should be any minute now.
He plays cards every
Wednesday at his club.
They close the place at 11:00.
TRAVIS:
There's one.
I'm pretty sure there's one.
KATHY:
Yeah. That's it.
I can tell from here.
TRAVIS:
You sure?
I'm absolutely sure.
That's him.
Bang.
Too bad this camera
doesn't have bullets.
That was a joke.
I know.
????????
??????????
So you're telling me
you believe
these two lovers you've
been talking about...
Kathy and Travis.
...were trying to kill
Kathy's husband,
but shot Sean Caffey's
wife by mistake?
Well, it would certainly
simplify things
if it were true.
What do you mean?
I mean, what
a relief
if we're no longer dealing
with a homicidal maniac
who's bent on shooting
people at random,
but rather a single
act of passion.
Of course, you don't know Kathy
and Travis' last name.
So it's not like we can track
these people down,
check this story out.
Well, that's
the thing--
when I saw them rehearsing
to kill this man,
the wife Kathy kept talking
about this card game.
How it had to end at 11:00.
Sounded like the same card game
at the same club
that Sean Caffey was
talking about.
What's your point?
Am I being naive, or isn't it
as simple as going to this club
and asking them if they have
a member named Kathy
who's married to a doctor?
Anything to help solve
Mrs. Caffey's murder.
Everyone around
here's devastated,
as you can imagine.
We're actually interested
in talking to some people
we think may have
important information
about the killing.
People we believe to be
members of the club here.
They're a couple.
The husband's a doctor.
Drives a car very similar
to the one Mrs. Caffey drove--
expensive black sedan.
A lot of the gentlemen here
drive expensive black sedans.
And any number of our
members are physicians.
Can you tell me anything
else about him?
He plays cards here
on Wednesdays at the club.
His wife is named Kathy.
She has brown hair,
maybe 25.
Mrs. Dubois,
I have been at this club
for almost 25 years.
I know every member personally.
And the only female
member named Kathy
is a 63-year-old divorcee.
Okay, so much for Kathy.
Would it be possible to get
our hands on a list
of the gentlemen who played
cards here last Wednesday?
Maybe the Wednesday
before that as well?
I'm sorry, but
there is no list.
Wednesday is ladies only.
Has been for
as long as
I've been here.
If there's nothing
else for the moment,
we have a luncheon
I really need to look in on.
Of course.
We appreciate your help.
If you need me, I'll
be in the clubhouse.
What brand was that camera?
I want to make sure
I don't get one of those.
I'm sorry.
We should head back
to the ranch.
Hey...
That's Kathy.
What'd you say?
ALLISON:
Excuse me, Miss.
Waitress...
Hey. Sorry, were
you calling me?
What can I get
for you?
Something to eat,
something to drink?
Diana.
Do I know you?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Just from over there
you look so familiar.
Been here almost
a year and a half, so...
Are you a member
or a guest, or...?
A guest, a visitor.
Oh.
It's weird.
Has that ever happened to you?
No, I'm certain
we've met.
But your name wasn't Diana.
I think you were
with your husband.
Okay, if you say so.
Only thing is,
I'm single.
So...
Are you sure I can't
get you anything?
No, I'm fine, thanks.
Okay, well, holler
of you need me.
Okay.
Who's that?
What'd you have to say?
Her? Nothing, nobody.
Sorry I'm late.
Saved you some Chinese.
Wow, someone had a bad day.
I wasted half a day
at the golf course
for no reason at all.
Questioned someone I had
no business questioning.
By the time I got back
to the office,
there were all these
meetings about a sniper
who seems to have
gone on vacation.
Oh, man.
I want to take that thing back.
Oh, man.
What thing? What are
you talking about?
Girls.
Are you through
with that?
JOE:
What's going on?
The camera. I want
to take it back.
I'll get you
a different one,
but I want
to take this one back.
Why? I like it.
Yeah, well, for what
it's worth, I like it, too.
Is something the matter
with it, Mommy?
Yeah,
I think so.
The guy who sold it to me
gave me a huge discount on it.
Every night since
I gave it to you
I watch you turn it off.
Then I come out here
in the middle of the night,
it's turned itself back on.
I'm worried it's going
to catch fire
or something.
What?
I'll get another one
a different one...
I promise.
Tomorrow. I promise.
I don't want to hear a peep.
You're going back.
Ah...
You okay?
Do you hear that?
No.
I don't
hear anything.
Go back to sleep.
Doesn't anyone hear that but me?
Aw...
TRAVIS:
It's open.
Can you turn
that thing off, honey?
TRAVIS:
No. I'd really rather not.
The first time I saw you
it was through this thing.
I have a fond
memory of that.
And I have a hunch we're gonna
be needing some memories.
So I'll just keep pointing
this memory-maker at you
if you don't mind.
What are you talking about?
We're together forever, baby.
TRAVIS:
You think so?
WeWe shot the wrong car.
We shot the wrong person.
You saw the news?
How could I
miss the news?
It's everywhere.
We shot a
woman, Kathy.
Some woman
driving home.
Okay. So next time
we'll kill the right person.
What? Next time?
Kathy, I don't know if I have
a "next time" in me.
I mean, if we're
lucky enough
to get away with this,
I don't know
if I want to tempt fate
with a "next time."
Well, what's the alternative?
I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
We can't run
away together--
you're still married.
You're not gonna
get the money.
You tell me.
What do you
think we should do?
Well, I don't think you should
sit there crying like a baby.
Listen to yourself.
You sound like you want
to commit suicide or something.
Suicide?
Seems to be
working fine.
No... I'm sure it is.
It's just, um...
my boyfriend gave it to me
and... I'm just
not a memory person, you know?
I'm really about
the here and the now.
So, here's the receipt.
Any chance I can get cash?
Sorry to wake you
at this hour
but I thought
you'd want to know.
You were partially right.
Right about what?
Guy's name was Travis.
What are you talking about?
Whose name was Travis?
Travis McQueen, 24 years old.
He was an Army sharpshooter.
Mustered out of the service
five months ago.
Couple of uniforms
responded to an odd smell
coming from
an apartment downtown.
Found a high-powered rifle
with a night scope.
not to mention a dead body.
Young guy. I'm guessing
he's been sitting here
almost three days.
Looks like a suicide.
???????????
Sorry. Uh, I'm not sure if this
is where I'm supposed to be.
Diana.
Diana Marvin.
I have a strong feeling
this is exactly
where you're supposed to be.
Hi.
Diana.
Of course I know who he is.
He's been a member
of the club I work at
since I've been there.
Not to mention
he's been
all over the papers
and the news.
I know you arrested him,
which is absurd.
I feel so
terrible for him.
You know, what
happened to his life.
It's just...
I know there's a
news blackout, but...
are you folks any
closer to catching
the person who's
actually responsible?
We certainly think so.
That's good.
If you don't
mind my asking,
just how well did you know him?
We're getting awfully
personal here.
I'm happy to help
with your investigation,
You know, if Sean
needs a character witness,
I'm only too happy
to help, but...
Sean indicated
that the two of you were
deeply involved for some months.
Is... is that against the law?
Is that why I'm here?
Do you mind
if I ask...
Who ended the affair?
No one ended
anything.
Sean Caffey is
a married man.
The reality of the situation
became obvious to both of us.
So you knew he wasn't about
to divorce his wife for you.
He didn't offer.
I certainly never asked.
Do you mind if I ask
where you're going with this?
Are you
aware
That Mr. Caffey was bound
to a prenuptial agreement
that for all
intents and purposes
would leave him penniless if
his marriage ended in divorce?
I don't understand
what you're saying.
Penniless as a divorc?e
but extraordinarily wealthy
as a widower.
Hmm.
Well, it's...
flattering to assume your lover
might do anything
to be with you.
That you could
stir that kind of passion
in another person.
Sean is many things,
but he is not a murderer.
Not even with help?
No. Not Sean.
Not ever.
I believe you.
Thank goodness.
I do, too.
I don't think he had
anything to do with it.
I don't think
he knew anything
about it.
I'm sure he didn't.
Do you know a man
named Travis McQueen?
Did you say "Travis"?
I don't know anyone
by the name of Travis, no.
SCANLON:
He was a sharpshooter
in the Army.
Been out about six months now.
He liked to hang
around in the park,
take long-lens pictures
of pretty girls, chat them up,
talk about his adventures
as a sniper in Iraq.
No, I'm sorry.
How about Kathy?
Kathy... just Kathy?
Do she have a last name?
I'm sure she does.
All I know is she
was Travis's girlfriend.
or,
at least,
she pretended to be.
No, sorry.
Don't know a Travis,
don't know a Kathy.
Hmm.
And are you prepared
to swear to that?
In a court of law?
Excuse me?
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to counsel.
Hold on.
I just told you--
whoever this person is,
whoever his girlfriend is,
however they were involved in
this thing, I don't know them.
Why don't you
bring Allison's
friend in here?
Yeah.
This will just take a second.
SCANLON:
This is the
lady, right?
STORE CLERK:
Uh-huh.
Hi, Kathy.
SCANLON:
And you're prepared
to testify to that
in a court of law?
CLERK:
Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.
That's her. Kathy.
She came in and exchanged
a video camera for store credit.
How's that flash screen
working out for you?
And the proof of purchase
was this receipt,
charged to the credit
card of Travis McQueen?
That's the receipt.
Hey. You want to hear
something funny?
It may well be that the
camera you returned...
...is the one I sold her.
Hmm.
Huh.
Go figure.
when I was?????
Mrs Water
she???? bring me
her daughter's old clothes.
I never wanted to wear them.
It wasn't that I didn't
like the clothes,
it was the way they made me
feel whenever I put them on.
Later, I found out that
when Mrs. Walters' little girl
would misbehave,
she would lock her
in a dark closet.
Then there was the time
I was about to sit down
on the couch
and watch television,
and suddenly, I got
the distinct impression
that things between my mother
and her latest boyfriend had...
moved to the next level.
My point being, that sometimes
the energy from an event
can hang around
a particular object
long after the event is over.
Almost like an imprint.
And people like me,
people who are sensitive,
it's almost as if we can
read the energy
and know what happened.
Like the time Bobby Page
taught me to shoot
with his dad's rifle,
not knowing his dad had just
used it to put down
their old retriever, Buck.
Yeah, that was
a particularly bad energy.
And it isn't just the energy
of other people's things,
other people's behavior,
that comes flooding
back to me at times.
What? What?
What is it?
The trick, I've learned,
is to try to figure out
why the object is sharing
that energy with you,
what the message might be,
and then, hopefully,
behave accordingly.
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You okay?
It's 3:15 in the morning.
It's never God's plan
for people to be up
at 3:15 in the morning.
I'm sorry.
They want to clean up
the blood
and open the road
before the morning rush.
I knew you'd want to see it all
before they carted it away.
You sure she
wasn't drunk?
She was heading east
around 11:20.
Light traffic, looks
like she was going
between 20 and 30.
One in the head,
two in the chest.
I don't think she even
knew what hit her.
Somebody shoot her
from a passing car?
I'm guessing it was up
on that walkway there.
what do you mean?
That's half
a football field away.
You saying we have a highway
sniper and nobody saw him?
So, how old
are you, Daddy?
I'm old, kiddo, I'm really old.
No, you're not.
Mommy, I don't understand.
Why can't Daddy open
his birthday presents now?
'Cause that's not
how we do it.
We don't open birthday
presents in the morning.
We do on Christmas.
Yeah, but this
isn't Christmas,
this is Daddy's birthday.
You ever seen anyone
put a birthday candle
in a bowl of
breakfast cereal?
No.
Want to know why?
'Cause we don't open
birthday presents
in the morning.
Let me let you in on
a little secret, Bridge...
I think it's really 'cause Mommy
likes to procrastinate.
Really?
What's that?
It's when someone
puts off doing things
that they really need to do.
Precisely.
I think the real reason
I can't open my presents
is because Mommy
hasn't actually gotten around
to getting me one yet.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Good morning.
Hi. Um, do you
have the ad
that ran in this
morning's paper?
Oh, sure.
Anything I can help
you with in there?
I'm interested in this.
That's a great machine.
Would you like to see one?
Sure.
It says to ask about pricing.
1099.
$1100?
Believe it or not,
our competitors
have them for $1349.
Not what you
had budgeted?
What were you
looking to spend?
Half of that, or less.
Now this is a $1,200 camera,
too, but...
far superior to the one
you wanted to buy.
Comes specially equipped
with a 12 to one zoom lens.
That's like have a video camera
on the end of a telescope.
It's excellent in
low light situations.
This is the Rolls Royce
of video cameras.
I'll let you have it for $500.
Okay, why would you do that?
Every one of these
that I sell,
comes right back
to the store.
It's an excellent
piece of gear, it's just
too damn complicated
for your average
point and shoot customer.
And nobody wants to read
operating manuals anymore,
you know.
We're just gonna send them
back to the manufacturer.
And frankly,
I would much rather
sell it to you,
hopefully make a new customer,
and save some money
on shipping.
Let me run to the back.
I'll get a battery,
blank DVD, let you play.
MAN:
Hello.
Ooh, face the camera, sweetie.
Yeah, thank you.
What's up?
Roll over.
Come on, you want to,
you want to do it.
You want to roll over.
Thank you.
WOMAN:
Hey!
Hey, you, camera guy,
I'm talking to you.
What's your deal, camera guy?
What do... wh...
what do you mean?
What do I mean?
What do you think I mean?
I mean, I've been coming to this
park for three days in a row.
And for three days in a row,
I've seen you trying
to take pictures of me.
I don't like it.
Oh, okay, so what,
now you have nothing to say?
What's your name?
I'm thinking your name
must be Dick.
Do you mind if I call you
"Dick," Dick?
Big brave guy with a camera.
Go ahead, Dick, tilt down.
You know you want to.
Tilt down, Dick.
All right, that's enough.
Now, you got what you needed?
I'm out of here.
Uh, miss.
Wait! Miss!
Don't go!
SALESMAN:
Ready to play?
How's it feel to you?
Small, light, it's
terrific, right?
Just wait till I
put this battery in,
power up, show you
what she really can do.
Careful, I think there might
already be one in there.
Uh, no, actually,
it's impossible.
You can't put the DVD in
until you put the battery in.
And I just put
the battery in.
Go ahead.
I'll take it??????
MAN:
Kathy, come on, I haven't got
all day, get in there.
I'm using up the tape.
I can't keep photographing
an empty bed.
Kathy...
Get in there.
No.
Get in there.
I'm using up
the battery.
You are so predictable
with this video thing.
Yeah, what does
that mean?
What do you think it means?
It means it's just
completely predictable.
You're completely predictable.
Does that mean you
don't love me anymore?
(sighs):
Oh... it means...
I better be the only one
that you videotape
from now until the end of time.
That's what it means,
camera guy.
And what else?
It means...
Kathy loves Travis.
Louder.
Kathy loves Travis!
Say it loud!
DEVALOS:
Allison?
You busy?
Birthday present for Joe.
Just wrapping it.
Well, we're all summoned
to the conference room.
I know not why.
Maggie played cards at the club.
Every Wednesday night, 8:45.
Game ended at 11:00.
It had to.
That's when they
closed the room.
She was always
home by 11:25.
11:30,
(door opens)
I call her cell phone.
It goes straight
to voice mail,
so, okay,
she forgot to put
the damn thing on.
By quarter to 12:00,
I start to get anxious.
So I call the other girls--
Camille, Lorraine, Rhonda.
They're all home.
I don't know what
else to do, so I keep
calling the cell phone.
And then I call the police.
No help.
No offense.
So...
tried her cell again.
And this time, I got
an EMS guy who answered.
I met Mr. Caffey when
he came in this morning
to identify his wife.
I assured him
that we're doing
everything we can to find
this animal.
We all drive the same streets.
Our loved ones
all drive
the same streets.
Oh, how do I smell?
Like the cool mist
of the ocean.
Hmm, just like
the box says.
Thank you, honey.
Happy birthday,
Daddy.
Thank you, sweetie.
Open mine!
Open mine!
Open mine!
Wow, is this for me?
Is it a car?
No, and you did
that joke last year.
He does that joke every year.
That's how we know
he's a year older.
It's beautiful.
I made it.
You're kidding.
Do you know
what it is?
Yes, I do, but I'm not
going to tell you.
She thinks
it's an ashtray.
Ariel!
That is so otherworldly.
This is so what
I was hoping for.
You don't even smoke.
And I never will,
but I can still appreciate
a beautifully made ashtray.
Thank you, honey.
I am going to put this
on my desk at work,
right next to the one
you gave me last year.
Here's a little something
from me and Marie.
Also not a car.
You shouldn't have.
Oh, my.
Oh, come on.
Oh, wow, look at this.
Awesome!
Now this is even better
than the one
that I showed you
in the paper.
Wow, this one has
all the bells
and whistles.
Don't look at me.
Marie picked it out.
Whoa. I can't even imagine
how much this cost.
So which of the girls
isn't going to college?
Where is...?
Well, that's it.
There's no bonus gift.
I'm not looking
for a bonus gift.
You outdid yourself.
And you, too!
Oh, how did you know?
Mm-mm-mm!
No, I just thought
that maybe they included
a blank DVD
for you to record on.
Oh, my gosh, you're kidding?
There's nothing
to record on in there?
I didn't even think to ask.
That doesn't matter.
I can wait to record something
till tomorrow.
This is clearly
an amazing camera.
I got me some amazing cologne
and an amazing ashtray.
And an amazing little
raspberry right here.
Sorry about the DVDs.
I'll grab some tomorrow.
It was a great
birthday.
Really?
I'm glad.
I'm so glad
you thought so.
I was worried
you would think
I didn't put enough
thought into it.
I always think,
"This year I'll
be different.
"This year I'll whisk
him off his feet,
"take him to the pyramids,
"buy him box seats
"for some great sports
team or something.
Mm...
Make him a gourmet meal."
Mm...
And then I run around
the day of
getting your present,
making you a cake
from a mix...
worrying that you'll
think I don't care.
I was driving
home tonight,
the sun had already set,
and every building that
I passed, every bridge
every water tower,
I was thinking,
"Is he there?"
And you could just
feel that every person
and every car around me,
they were thinking
the same thing:
"Is he out there?
Is he thinking about
shooting at my car?"
At me.
Doesn't he know
it's my birthday?
Doesn't he know
I have to get home
so Bridgette can give me
her ashtray?
MAN:
Come on, baby,
get up there.
WOMAN:
No, Travis,
I don't want to.
Come on. It's just
you and me here.
I want to see you
on camera.
It's too embarrassing.
I don't want anyone
to see this online.
Kathy, don't you
trust me, baby?
If you really love me,
you'll do this for me.
Travis, I don't
want to do this, okay?
Can you just get
in there
so I have something
to focus on?
I've never used this
tripod thing before.
Travis, did you hear me?
I don't want to do this, okay?
I mean, I'll do this.
I'll do anything, but I don't
want you to tape it, all right?
I'm not asking you
to do anything
that I'm not gonna do.
No, you shouldn't tape it, okay?
Not tonight.
Why?
It's gonna be fun.
Listen, nobody's
gonna see it.
I mean, you're beautiful,
but you're not famous.
I mean, no offense,
but you ain't exactly
Paris Hilton
I'm not Colin Farrell.
Now give me something
to focus on.
What the hell is that?
I told you I didn't want
to tape it.
What are you
showing me?
He knows something's up.
Last night, he came home,
said he couldn't reach me
for hours.
He beat the living crap
out of me.
No, don't.
I told him I got
a call, you know,
to do temp work
at the V.A. Hospital,
but he didn't believe me.
He said he could
smell you on me.
Not you, but someone.
Said the next time
he'd kill me.
Do it with drugs.
No one would ever know.
Sometimes I lie
in bed at night,
I lie next to him
and I think about...
what my life would be like
if he were gone...
if he were dead.
Is it something
you want?
I can't let him hurt
you anymore, Kathy.
Shouldn't you maybe shut off
the tape?
Kathy and Travis.
Any particular Kathy
and Travis?
I just know,
at least I strongly suspect
they're going to attempt
to kill her husband.
He's a doctor.
There must be some way
to research doctors
with wives named "Kathy."
I'm pretty sure
they're from this area.
Why's that?
I bought my husband
a video camera
for his birthday
from Archibald's.
Before there were batteries
in it, before there was anything
to record on, I started to see
videos of this couple
on the viewfinder screen.
Kathy and Travis?
I think perhaps they owned
the camera before I did.
I think the camera remembers
what it saw
and it's showing it to me
so we could stop this thing
from happening.
Okay, it's showing
you all this,
but it's not giving
you last names.
It's showing you
all this,
but it's not telling you
where or when
this killing
might take place.
Allison, maybe
you haven't noticed,
but the city's come
to a standstill.
We're in the middle
of a bona fide crisis.
Give me a name,
first and last.
Better yet, buy a camera
that has videos of this madman
who's using our streets
for target practice.
That would be truly helpful.
He loved it, right?
Someone owned this camera
before I did, didn't they?
Ma'am?
You told me people
were bringing them
back to the store,
but you never explained
that someone actually used
this specific camera you sold me
before I bought it.
Well, I don't know
that to be true.
Well, I do.
I need the name
of the previous owner.
Ma'am, I can assure you
if by some chance someone
purchased the camera before you
and returned it
to the store,
it passed the most rigorous
of inspections
before being returned
to inventory.
It's completely covered
by manufacturer's warranty.
I don't care about
the manufacturer's warranty.
I just need the name of the
person who owned it before me.
Furthermore, as I offered
at time of purchase,
I'd be happy
to take the machine back,
swap it out for
an easier-to-use model.
His first name was Travis.
He had brown hair.
Ma'am, I'm not saying
that someone else did buy
your camera,
before you, but if they did,
I still couldn't tell you
their name.
I'm with the District Attorney's
office.
That's all well and good,
but, um, you're gonna need
to speak to a manager.
I mean, do you have
a warrant or something?
Did he not bring it back?
Did a girl bring it back?
Kathy-- brown hair, pretty?
I don't get it.
Are you not happy
with the camera?
Uh!
I need some recordable DVDs.
DINOVI:
Basically what the Mayor
and the City Attorney
want you to weigh in on is...
Is if we assign a
disproportionate share
of police to monitor
the neighborhoods
where the wealthy people live--
what's our exposure if our
sniper friend shoots someone
in a poor neighborhood and their
family decides to sue the city.
Want to hear
a scary thought?
Which is also a great thought?
What if he never shoots again?
What's scary about that?
Between you and me?
If he doesn't make
another try,
I don't think there's a whole
hell of a lot of hope
we're ever going to catch him.
The evidence he left behind
the other night
isn't leading us anywhere.
On the other hand, I suppose
I'd rather have
one unsolved murder than two
or three or four or five.
Hell, I'd rather have
one unsolved murder
then two or three solved ones.
I just invited Sean Caffey
back down here
for a little conversation.
Thought you might want
to listen in
from the other side
of the glass...
You're having
a conversation with him
in the interrogation room?
That's a hell of a way
to treat a widower
two days after his
wife is shot to death.
Maybe.
Apparently, there was
trouble in the marriage,
but there was also
a solid prenup in place.
In the event of divorce,
Sean would get nothing.
How much is she worth
to him dead?
Between the inheritance and
insurance pay outs--
about $30 million.
So he bought himself
a long-range rifle,
got up on that
pedestrian bridge
and, boy, talk
about a lucky shot.
He's rich.
They hire people to do
their dirty work.
Sounds improbable,
but not impossible.
And as it happens we're
suffering from an acute shortage
of leads in this particular
case, so , yeah, sure.
I'll come with you.
I'll pass.
It's okay.
You weren't invited.
Just an errand.
Now that you're back,
want to be my date
for an interrogation?
I suppose.
CAFFEY:
Where did you get these?
Your wife hired
a private detective.
Were you aware
that she was
contemplating divorce?
These photos are over
a year old.
Maggie and I were
working things out.
I don't understand.
How is this relevant
to anything?
Shouldn't you be out there
looking for a man with a gun?
I don't know, Mr. Caffey.
We're not sure who we should
be looking for.
That's why we're having
this conversation.
Should I be calling my lawyer?
You have a lawyer?
Of your own?
Because your late wife's family
made it very clear to me
the family attorney had no
interest in helping you
with this particular matter.
What do you
make of him?
I feel really stupid,
really useless.
It's as if I'm not even
tuned in to the same channel.
Everything I see
in my head
has to do with those two kids
I told you about this morning.
And their plan
to kill her husband.
So talk to me about
being a player.
How does that work?
I mean, you marry
a really wealthy woman,
she makes you sign
a prenup,
and then what is it?
You just can't be faithful?
Because from a monetary
standpoint,
it makes no sense.
You're really
playing with fire.
Unless, of course,
you can make absolutely certain
that she won't divorce you,
can't divorce you,
isn't alive to divorce you.
I loved my wife.
Where were you between
11:00 and 11:45
on the night your
wife was slain?
CAFFEY:
I've made no secret
of where I was.
I was at home,
trying to contact her.
Then why didn't you use
the home phone?
Why'd you keep calling her
from your cell phone?
Because I was lazy.
Because I had her mobile number
programmed into my cell.
Because if I use the regular
phones at home
I had to dial it,
but if I used my cell phone
I just press one button.
Do you think I don't know
how bad this sounds?
The answer to all
your questions is "yes."
Yes, I do think you
know how bad this sounds,
yes you need a lawyer
And yes, I know
you didn't ask,
but I do believe you're
going to be
spending the night
with us, Mr. Caffey.
JOE:
I wonder who lives in here.
Daddy.
I'm making a documentary
on the nocturnal habits
of eighth graders.
Explain to our viewers at home
what it is you're doing
right now.
I'm doing geometry
and it's stupid.
This is fascinating.
I know I'm riveted.
My name is Bridgette Dubois
and I shall now dance
with a spoon on my...
on my nose.
Go away!
JOE:
Honey...
Go away!
Honey, smile.
This is Daddy's
birthday present
and I need
you smile...
Go away!
ALLISON:
I think she wants
you to go away.
I bet you can't guess
who the only two people
in this family are
who haven't been
captured on DVD yet?
Let me think about it.
Time's up.
What was that question again?
Um, I... Are you forgetting
that yesterday was my birthday?
Exactly.
So ask me again
in 364 days.
Hmm. Sorry, fella.
I guess your work here
for tonight is through.
I'm going to go
lock the door.
And then I'm going
to go brush my teeth.
No. Don't waste your time.
I told you nothing's
going to happen.
Hardy-har, har, har.
TRAVIS:
So what am I looking for?
KATHY:
A Mercedes.
It'll be coming
towards you.
It's 11 after 11:00 so it
should be any minute now.
He plays cards every
Wednesday at his club.
They close the place at 11:00.
TRAVIS:
There's one.
I'm pretty sure there's one.
KATHY:
Yeah. That's it.
I can tell from here.
TRAVIS:
You sure?
I'm absolutely sure.
That's him.
Bang.
Too bad this camera
doesn't have bullets.
That was a joke.
I know.
????????
??????????
So you're telling me
you believe
these two lovers you've
been talking about...
Kathy and Travis.
...were trying to kill
Kathy's husband,
but shot Sean Caffey's
wife by mistake?
Well, it would certainly
simplify things
if it were true.
What do you mean?
I mean, what
a relief
if we're no longer dealing
with a homicidal maniac
who's bent on shooting
people at random,
but rather a single
act of passion.
Of course, you don't know Kathy
and Travis' last name.
So it's not like we can track
these people down,
check this story out.
Well, that's
the thing--
when I saw them rehearsing
to kill this man,
the wife Kathy kept talking
about this card game.
How it had to end at 11:00.
Sounded like the same card game
at the same club
that Sean Caffey was
talking about.
What's your point?
Am I being naive, or isn't it
as simple as going to this club
and asking them if they have
a member named Kathy
who's married to a doctor?
Anything to help solve
Mrs. Caffey's murder.
Everyone around
here's devastated,
as you can imagine.
We're actually interested
in talking to some people
we think may have
important information
about the killing.
People we believe to be
members of the club here.
They're a couple.
The husband's a doctor.
Drives a car very similar
to the one Mrs. Caffey drove--
expensive black sedan.
A lot of the gentlemen here
drive expensive black sedans.
And any number of our
members are physicians.
Can you tell me anything
else about him?
He plays cards here
on Wednesdays at the club.
His wife is named Kathy.
She has brown hair,
maybe 25.
Mrs. Dubois,
I have been at this club
for almost 25 years.
I know every member personally.
And the only female
member named Kathy
is a 63-year-old divorcee.
Okay, so much for Kathy.
Would it be possible to get
our hands on a list
of the gentlemen who played
cards here last Wednesday?
Maybe the Wednesday
before that as well?
I'm sorry, but
there is no list.
Wednesday is ladies only.
Has been for
as long as
I've been here.
If there's nothing
else for the moment,
we have a luncheon
I really need to look in on.
Of course.
We appreciate your help.
If you need me, I'll
be in the clubhouse.
What brand was that camera?
I want to make sure
I don't get one of those.
I'm sorry.
We should head back
to the ranch.
Hey...
That's Kathy.
What'd you say?
ALLISON:
Excuse me, Miss.
Waitress...
Hey. Sorry, were
you calling me?
What can I get
for you?
Something to eat,
something to drink?
Diana.
Do I know you?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Just from over there
you look so familiar.
Been here almost
a year and a half, so...
Are you a member
or a guest, or...?
A guest, a visitor.
Oh.
It's weird.
Has that ever happened to you?
No, I'm certain
we've met.
But your name wasn't Diana.
I think you were
with your husband.
Okay, if you say so.
Only thing is,
I'm single.
So...
Are you sure I can't
get you anything?
No, I'm fine, thanks.
Okay, well, holler
of you need me.
Okay.
Who's that?
What'd you have to say?
Her? Nothing, nobody.
Sorry I'm late.
Saved you some Chinese.
Wow, someone had a bad day.
I wasted half a day
at the golf course
for no reason at all.
Questioned someone I had
no business questioning.
By the time I got back
to the office,
there were all these
meetings about a sniper
who seems to have
gone on vacation.
Oh, man.
I want to take that thing back.
Oh, man.
What thing? What are
you talking about?
Girls.
Are you through
with that?
JOE:
What's going on?
The camera. I want
to take it back.
I'll get you
a different one,
but I want
to take this one back.
Why? I like it.
Yeah, well, for what
it's worth, I like it, too.
Is something the matter
with it, Mommy?
Yeah,
I think so.
The guy who sold it to me
gave me a huge discount on it.
Every night since
I gave it to you
I watch you turn it off.
Then I come out here
in the middle of the night,
it's turned itself back on.
I'm worried it's going
to catch fire
or something.
What?
I'll get another one
a different one...
I promise.
Tomorrow. I promise.
I don't want to hear a peep.
You're going back.
Ah...
You okay?
Do you hear that?
No.
I don't
hear anything.
Go back to sleep.
Doesn't anyone hear that but me?
Aw...
TRAVIS:
It's open.
Can you turn
that thing off, honey?
TRAVIS:
No. I'd really rather not.
The first time I saw you
it was through this thing.
I have a fond
memory of that.
And I have a hunch we're gonna
be needing some memories.
So I'll just keep pointing
this memory-maker at you
if you don't mind.
What are you talking about?
We're together forever, baby.
TRAVIS:
You think so?
WeWe shot the wrong car.
We shot the wrong person.
You saw the news?
How could I
miss the news?
It's everywhere.
We shot a
woman, Kathy.
Some woman
driving home.
Okay. So next time
we'll kill the right person.
What? Next time?
Kathy, I don't know if I have
a "next time" in me.
I mean, if we're
lucky enough
to get away with this,
I don't know
if I want to tempt fate
with a "next time."
Well, what's the alternative?
I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
We can't run
away together--
you're still married.
You're not gonna
get the money.
You tell me.
What do you
think we should do?
Well, I don't think you should
sit there crying like a baby.
Listen to yourself.
You sound like you want
to commit suicide or something.
Suicide?
Seems to be
working fine.
No... I'm sure it is.
It's just, um...
my boyfriend gave it to me
and... I'm just
not a memory person, you know?
I'm really about
the here and the now.
So, here's the receipt.
Any chance I can get cash?
Sorry to wake you
at this hour
but I thought
you'd want to know.
You were partially right.
Right about what?
Guy's name was Travis.
What are you talking about?
Whose name was Travis?
Travis McQueen, 24 years old.
He was an Army sharpshooter.
Mustered out of the service
five months ago.
Couple of uniforms
responded to an odd smell
coming from
an apartment downtown.
Found a high-powered rifle
with a night scope.
not to mention a dead body.
Young guy. I'm guessing
he's been sitting here
almost three days.
Looks like a suicide.
???????????
Sorry. Uh, I'm not sure if this
is where I'm supposed to be.
Diana.
Diana Marvin.
I have a strong feeling
this is exactly
where you're supposed to be.
Hi.
Diana.
Of course I know who he is.
He's been a member
of the club I work at
since I've been there.
Not to mention
he's been
all over the papers
and the news.
I know you arrested him,
which is absurd.
I feel so
terrible for him.
You know, what
happened to his life.
It's just...
I know there's a
news blackout, but...
are you folks any
closer to catching
the person who's
actually responsible?
We certainly think so.
That's good.
If you don't
mind my asking,
just how well did you know him?
We're getting awfully
personal here.
I'm happy to help
with your investigation,
You know, if Sean
needs a character witness,
I'm only too happy
to help, but...
Sean indicated
that the two of you were
deeply involved for some months.
Is... is that against the law?
Is that why I'm here?
Do you mind
if I ask...
Who ended the affair?
No one ended
anything.
Sean Caffey is
a married man.
The reality of the situation
became obvious to both of us.
So you knew he wasn't about
to divorce his wife for you.
He didn't offer.
I certainly never asked.
Do you mind if I ask
where you're going with this?
Are you
aware
That Mr. Caffey was bound
to a prenuptial agreement
that for all
intents and purposes
would leave him penniless if
his marriage ended in divorce?
I don't understand
what you're saying.
Penniless as a divorc?e
but extraordinarily wealthy
as a widower.
Hmm.
Well, it's...
flattering to assume your lover
might do anything
to be with you.
That you could
stir that kind of passion
in another person.
Sean is many things,
but he is not a murderer.
Not even with help?
No. Not Sean.
Not ever.
I believe you.
Thank goodness.
I do, too.
I don't think he had
anything to do with it.
I don't think
he knew anything
about it.
I'm sure he didn't.
Do you know a man
named Travis McQueen?
Did you say "Travis"?
I don't know anyone
by the name of Travis, no.
SCANLON:
He was a sharpshooter
in the Army.
Been out about six months now.
He liked to hang
around in the park,
take long-lens pictures
of pretty girls, chat them up,
talk about his adventures
as a sniper in Iraq.
No, I'm sorry.
How about Kathy?
Kathy... just Kathy?
Do she have a last name?
I'm sure she does.
All I know is she
was Travis's girlfriend.
or,
at least,
she pretended to be.
No, sorry.
Don't know a Travis,
don't know a Kathy.
Hmm.
And are you prepared
to swear to that?
In a court of law?
Excuse me?
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to counsel.
Hold on.
I just told you--
whoever this person is,
whoever his girlfriend is,
however they were involved in
this thing, I don't know them.
Why don't you
bring Allison's
friend in here?
Yeah.
This will just take a second.
SCANLON:
This is the
lady, right?
STORE CLERK:
Uh-huh.
Hi, Kathy.
SCANLON:
And you're prepared
to testify to that
in a court of law?
CLERK:
Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.
That's her. Kathy.
She came in and exchanged
a video camera for store credit.
How's that flash screen
working out for you?
And the proof of purchase
was this receipt,
charged to the credit
card of Travis McQueen?
That's the receipt.
Hey. You want to hear
something funny?
It may well be that the
camera you returned...
...is the one I sold her.
Hmm.
Huh.
Go figure.