Medium (2005–2011): Season 3, Episode 7 - Mother's Little Helper - full transcript

Hey, Ariel.
Hey.

Having fun?

Yeah.

Thanks for inviting me.

Oh, thanks for saying yes.

I know it was kind of
last minute, so...

ASHLEY:
Ariel! Wyatt!

They're about to announce
the king and queen.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the king and queen

of the Bates Middle
School Spring Fling...



I give you...

Wyatt Forrester
and Ariel Dubois!

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

Don't!

Bad dream?

Nightmare.

Honest-to-God nightmare.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Is Ariel going to that big
school dance on Saturday?

Gee, honey...

wasn't that you sitting next
to me at dinner last night,

when Ariel declared that not
only would she not be going

to the big dance at her
school on Saturday night,



but that, furthermore,

she would never be
going to any dances

anywhere for all of eternity,
because Wyatt Forrester

had not invited her
to the Spring Fling,

but was, in fact,
rumored to be going

with her most hated enemy,

Crystal Beckman instead.

She's not going.
She's not going.

She's not going...

and she's absolutely
miserable about it.

Perfect.

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Ooh!

That shows too much booby.

What? It does.

Mom would never
let you wear that.

I told you,

I don't want that one, I'm
looking for something special.

Good morning, my tribe.

Who wants pancakes?

Me!
Me, too.

What's the occasion?

It's a lazy
Sunday morning,

and I feel like making pancakes.

JOE:
Well, suddenly, I feel
like making bacon.

ARIEL:
That's it!

I found my dress.

What dress?

That I'm going to wear
to the Spring Fling.

Isn't it beautiful?

Isn't it just to die?

It is.
That is just to die.

But I thought you
weren't going to the dance.

I thought Wyatt Forrester
asked Crystal Beckman

and you'd sworn off dances
forever.

What could have
possibly changed

between now
and last night?

She had a dream.

No kidding.

What do you mean?

What kind of dream?

I dreamed that Wyatt and I
were at the dance,

and I was wearing this dress,

and we talked and drank punch
and had the best time.

Uh-huh.
And then...

when they announced king
and queen, it was Wyatt and me.

And we got on the stage,

and somebody handed me
a big bouquet of flowers,

and put a crown on my head.

And buckets of rose petals
fell from the ceiling.

We were covered in them.

It was so magical.

Well, that sounds like
a lovely dream, sweetheart.

Okay, pancake time.

Wait!

See, when I woke up,

it didn't feel like
a regular dream.

It felt like
one of those dreams.

You know... special.

And now, I think maybe Wyatt's
going to ask me to the dance,

and after all,
I need to be ready,

and I need to have this dress.

Okay, Ariel--
and I'm not saying you are--

but what if you're mistaken
about this dream?

What if Wyatt doesn't
ask you to the dance?

That looks like a
pretty expensive dress

to just have hanging unworn
in your closet, sweetheart.

But... if I don't go,
we can take it back.

And can't we just
look at the dress,

just in case?

And it says in the ad it's at
Your Perfect Day Bridal Salon,

and that's right next
to Fashion Square.

Okaywe'll go look.

Now?
Now, I'm making pancakes.

But suppose someone
goes in and buys it.

I'll take you to see it
right after breakfast.

But, Mom--

Zip. Sit.

Go. Now.

ARIEL:
Really, Mom,

don't you think it's the
prettiest dress ever?

It's the prettiest ever.

Before you get too attached,
how much?

Only...

$148.

Great, well, you can wear it
to every dance you ever attend,

then you can pass it on
to Bridgette, then Marie,

and then I'll be buried in it.

Thanks, Mom.

I'm going to go try it on.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone back there?

I have an eager 13-year-old

ready to take that little pink
chiffon number off your hands.

Hello?

(quietly):
Oh, my...

Mom, where are you?

It fits perfectly!

Ariel!

Ariel, stay where you are.

Mom?

Come with me.
Mom, what are you doing?

Ariel, you said that the
front door was open, right?

ALLISON:
We just went right in.

The door to the back of
the shop was open, too.

Do you know who
they are yet?

Patty and Claire Chase,
mother and daughter.

Patty owned the shop, and
according to nearby merchants,

Claire used to help out
afternoons and weekends.

Last night, we're thinking
right around closing time,

someone came in
and shot them both.

Was it a robbery?

No money was taken
from the cash register.

Nothing else was disturbed.

Looks like the whole
point was just to kill
these two women.

Those were
the two dead bodies

they were taking out
of there, weren't they?

The woman who owned the
shop, and her daughter.

And they were shot?

Ariel...

Why can't I know?

Yes, they were shot.

How old was she?

The girl, I mean.

Fourteen.

Come in.

JOE:
Hey, kiddo.

Hi, sweetie.

Mom...

Yes, sweetie?

What am I supposed to do
with the dress?

I mean, I can't keep it
or anything.

I don't want to, obviously.

And we didn't pay
for it, so...

I'll take it to work
with me tomorrow.

Someone there will figure
out how we should handle it.

Good night.

Good night.

JOE:
Good night, honey.

So I guess she's
holding up all right.

How about you?

(sighing):
I'm a mess.
Can't you tell?

Here's what
I keep telling myself:

Ariel didn't see the bodies
in that room.

She didn't see any of the blood.

I just keep telling myself

maybe without all those
terrible images in her head,

she'll put all this behind her
quicker than we think.

At least that's
what I keep telling myself.

So what about you?

Do you still have those
images in your head?

Unfortunately, my head is
so crammed with terrible images,

I feel like I should open
a library

and start lending them out.

I'll be okay.

If she's okay, I'm okay.

Bad dream?

Just more terrible images

for the lending library
in my head.

Hmm.

(banging on door)
Mom, open the door!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom...!

Hey, darlin'.

You're up early.

I guess.

What are you working on?

History.

I've got a test
on Friday.

You're, uh...

studying on Monday for
a test you have on Friday?

I couldn't sleep, okay?

Okay.

You want to talk
about it?

No.

I was thinking of making
some cinnamon toast.

Would you like that?

No, not really.

Well, there must be
something I can make you.

Can you make time speed up?

Can you make me
already be at school,

laughing with my friends

instead of sitting here,
thinking about stuff

that I really don't want
to be thinking about?

Or even better,
can you go back

and make yesterday
not happen?

No.

I can't do that.

Then I guess there's really
nothing you can do for me.

Okay.

Well, if it isn't
the famous Ariel Dubois.

Famous?

What does that mean?

You didn't see the paper?

It's all over the front page.

The murders
in that dress shop.

You and your mom
finding the bodies.

My name was in the paper?

Big as life.

Great.

So, was it scary?

Was there a ton
of blood and guts?

Um...

you know, it was really
my mom who found them

and I don't really want to
talk about it, if that's okay.

Sure, whatever.

So, has Wyatt
finally asked you

to the Spring Fling
or what?

Why would he ask me?

You already told me that
he was going with Crystal.

Didn't you hear?

They had a fight.

He's still looking for a date,

and I hear you're number one
on his list of possibles.

Great.

I still don't have
anything to wear.

You better find something quick,
'cause here comes Wyatt.

What?

Hey, Ariel.

Oh, hey, Wyatt.

Bye, Ariel.

Hi, Wyatt.

You heading this way?

Yeah; English with
Mr. Harper.

Oh, I had him last year.

Did he make you
act out a scene

from a famous
novel yet?

No, not yet.

Um, but I think
that's next month.

Yeah, ours was
pretty funny.

Eric Anderson did
Catcher in the Rye,

but he played Phoebe.

Are you okay?

What?

I'm fine.

Are you sure?

You seem kind
of distracted.

No.

Not distracted.

I'm fine.

Well, I... I guess I
better get back to class.

I'll see you
around, okay?

He came in
through the back door.

Are we talking about what I
think we're talking about?

And I take it that this
information came to you...

last night.

He came in
through the back.

He found Patty Chase crying
in the sewing room.

Everything happened
really fast.

Patty turned around,

and he just...
started shooting.

He just kept shooting
until she was dead.

That pretty much corroborates
what forensics told us.

The killer did
his job and split.

Wasn't polite enough to
stick around and leave
us any useful fibers

or fingerprints.

I'm guessing that doesn't
leave us any suspects.
(sighs)

So far, not a one.

Found out Claire's
father, Patty's husband,

died three years ago.

Patty's friends say she
hadn't started dating again,

so no angry ex-husbands or
boyfriends in the picture.

No enemies to speak of.

Not a whole lot for
us to work with.

Yeah, my mom's got me helping
out today for a couple hours.

She's out
with her "mystery man" again.

(giggles)
No, I haven't met him yet.

She won't even admit
she's dating somebody.

It's, like, whatever.

She's having sex.

Big deal.

No, it's okay.

And it's, like, the only time

I can get on the computer
without her hanging

over my shoulder,
you know?

Hang on.

Hi, can I help you?

Um, yeah, I'm here to
pick up my wedding dress.

I had it altered
and somebody, uh--

I think her
name was Patty--

she said I could
pick it up today.

The name's Janet.

Oh, right.

Did you want
to try it on,

just to make
sure it fits?

Um... yeah,
sure, okay.

Okay, I'm back.

Yeah, I got three messages from
Brady, but it's all real casual.

I don't think he's gonna--
(computer beeps)

That weird guy
is IM'ing me again.

He keeps saying he wants
to meet me at Fashion Square

and see a movie.

God, like I really believe
he's 15.

He's probably, you know, 30.

(giggles)
You're crazy.

Okay, but if anything goes wrong

and I get in trouble with my
mom, I'm totally blaming you.

"Hey, Shred182,
you sound really kewl.

"Let's meet. Food court. 4:30.

See ya!"

How long do you think
he'll sit there

before he figures out
he's been stood up?

Hey, I got to go.

You look really nice.

Do I?

Yeah, I love
that dress.

That's one of
my favorites.

Really?

You want it?

Because you... you can have it.

I don't really think I'm going
to need it after all.

The thing is, I don't...

I don't know how
to get out of this.

Have any advice?

Any tips you can offer on how
I'm supposed to tell my fianc?

I'm just not that into him?

Because I think a fresh start
is in order for me.

I think
about 3,000 miles

between he and I is
called for, you know?

Starting right now.

That's my mom.

I'm gonna go get her.

You do that.

Tell her I... I want
to return the dress.

Mom, there is a girl

out there,
completely freaking.

She pulled off
her dress and she's...

Mom, what happened?

It's okay.
Don't be upset.

Oh, my God.

Did your boyfriend do that?
I don't have a...

Don't lie to me.

Please.

Okay. I broke up with him.

I think this was his
parting gift to me.

But look, he's gone now

and he's not
coming back, so...

let's just forget him.

Okay?

Mom?

Can you come out here, please?

Can you come
out here, please?

ARIEL (as Claire fades):
Mom?

Mom, please?

What's going on back there?

Ariel, is something
the matter?

I'm fine. Really.

She won't leave me alone.

Who won't?

I'm guessing the girl
who died yesterday.

I'm having dreams about her.

Scary, awful dreams
about her murder.

What am I supposed
to do about it?

I don't know.

I don't have a good
answer to that question.

I've struggled with that
same thing my whole life.

Great.

Her mom has
this boyfriend.

Doesn't seem very nice.

I think he may
have hit her once.

This is great.

Honey, thank you.

I'll call Detective Scanlon
and let him know.

If you have any
other dreams...

I don't want any more dreams.

I just want for all
of this to go away.

I want a normal life.

I want to be normal.

You are normal.
Right.

You should've never
had children.

Not when you knew
there was a chance

they'd be like you.

All locked up.

Did Ariel say "good night"?

Just not to me.

She'll come around.

Give her time.

What if she doesn't?

She will.

PATTY:
Hey, it's me.

When are you gonna be home?

Okay, but come straight home
after practice.

No dawdling
with the friends, okay?

Did you, uh,

change your Friend Section
password?

Claire, come on, we agreed
you could have the page

as long as I have
unrestricted access.

The password, please.

Invasive? Yeah, that's cute.

Thank you. See you later.

Invasive.

MAN (on voicemail):
Leave a message

after the beep
and I'll get back to you.

(machine beeps)
Uh, Mr. Wallaby,

uh, yes, this is Patty Chase

of Your Perfect Day
Bridal Salon.

I'm calling about a wedding
dress that was

dropped off here yesterday

by your fiancee, Janet.

You know, I-I believe

she indicated
to my daughter Claire,

that she wanted to return
the dress you purchased for her,

but I'm afraid
that won't be possible,

since it's been altered.

Would you have
her contact me, please?

My number is

555-0132.

Oh, Claire...

what have you done?

(mumbling):
What's going on?

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Just... I had
another dream

about the bridal
shop killings.

I didn't see the killer.

At least I don't
think I did.

That's all the more reason
to go back to sleep.

Hmm.

CLAIRE:
I know, seriously,

she's so crazy and paranoid.

And she says I can't
go back on to Friend Section

for six months.

I told her it
was all your fault,

you told me to trick the guy
in the first place.

But she didn't-- I did!

She didn't even care.

She said, "The world is full
of predators

and it's best not to go around
trying to piss them off."

Ah, the magic hour.

Listen, I gotta close up.

Can I call you later?

Okay. Bye.

MAN:
Hi. Hey.

Uh... can you open
the door, please?

Yeah, no-no, I know
you're closed,

but I'm not here to shop, uh...

You must be Claire, right?

Is your mom in there?

Because I-I, um...
I really need

to talk to her.
Hey, cut that out!

Oh, no-no. It's okay, um...

Just go get your mom, all right?

And tell her to open
the door and talk to me.

Huh?
I know who you are, you know.

And she doesn't want to see you.

What do you mean?

What did she tell you?

(banging)
Where is she?

No, hey!

Hey, no, no, no, no.

Hey! Hey!
(banging on door continues)

Mommy, I wanted the puffy ones.

These are the puffy ones.

They're plenty puffy.

All right,
go get the puffy ones,

I'll eat these.

Thanks, Mommy.

How about you?

Are you all right?

You happy?

Happy!

Glad to hear it.

Ariel...

I saw him.

I saw the killer.

I can't believe
you think it's a good idea

to bring our daughter
down to the police station

to work with a sketch artist.

Believe me, I'd have
given anything

to have had Ariel's dream.

But for some reason,
it seems like I'm
getting dreams

from Patty, and Ariel's
getting dreams from Claire.

And, for some reason,
I don't know,

it seems like they have
very different ideas

about who might
have done it.
Well, how can that be?

They were both killed
by the same person.
I don't know, Joe.

(spits)
Maybe because
they're deaths

were so sudden, so violent;

maybe because one
or both of them

didn't literally
see who did it.

Well, that's all
well and good,

but our oldest child is
clearly taking no pleasure

in being the go-between
in all this.
I know that.

I'll try to make
it as quick

and painless
as possible.

She's not gonna be alone.

I'll be with her the
whole time, which I'm sure

will be a great
comfort to her.

She has to forgive
me sometime, right?

She has to.

He had a longer nose.

You know, pointier.

Like... Jim Carrey
in that movie.

(laughs):
Longer and pointier.

Got it.

Ladies.

Wayne, can I steal

Mrs. Dubois
for a moment?

Go on, Mom. I'm fine.

Tell me this is about a lead.

This has to do with a lead.

Two, in fact.
I spoke with
the president

of Friend Section,
and as long as we have

the appropriate paperwork,
he's willing to help us

identify the person
who threatened
Claire Chase online.

We should have Shred182's
name and address by
the end of the day.

And this morning,
we got a call

from one of the merchants
in Chase's strip mall

about something he
saw Saturday night.

Apparently,
around 6:00,

he heard some
tires squealing in
the parking lot.

When he looked out
his window, he saw
a car speeding away,

made a note of the
plate and called us.

The police traced the number
to a man named Ben Radley.

Mr. Radley admits
that he knew Patty Cse,

and claims he was a good friend
of her late husband's.

Said he took her
out for a cup of
coffee on Saturday,

but that she was
alive when he left.

He insists he
would never, ever

hurt the wife of
his dead friend.

And then I asked if he'd ever
sleep with the wife

of his dead friend--
things got real quiet.

Mr. Radley's a married man.

Patty's secret boyfriend.

You think Ariel would
be up for taking

a gander at the
guy in person,

let us know if he's the
man from her dream?

I don't know.

It would help us

to at least know if we're
on the right track.

I need to see his face.

That's not him.

No, I'm not discouraged.

All right, tomorrow then.

Bridge, honey,
it's time for bed.

Okay, Mommy.

So what was that?

Claire's online stalker.

Turned out to be
a 15-year-old kid

who had an alibi
for Saturday night.

And apparently, Patty's
married boyfriend

has never owned a firearm.

So we're back at square one.

Can you tell Ariel
it's time for bed?

Last time I knocked,
she told me to go away.

Mmm, she's upset.

I know she's upset.

She's upset, I'm upset.

It's been a lousy week.

Can you please just tell her?

Who is it?

It's Dad.

Oh. Come in.

Your mom wanted me to tell you
it's time for bed.

Gee, I can't wait.

Oh, boy, maybe I'll have
another scary dream

about killers who don't exist.

Yeah, you might.

But then you're going to
wake up, calm yourself down,

because you know that
it's just a dream,

and you're going to be okay.

And after that you're
going to go the bathroom,

and you're going to brush
your beautiful blonde hair,

which, along with this
propensity for bad dreams,

you also got
from your mother.

And then, when you're
through with that,

you're going
to go to school,

where you're going
to apply your natural

inquisitiveness to whatever is
happening in that classroom.

And when you do that,

I want you to keep in mind that
that comes from your mom, too.

But listen, it doesn't
matter what I say.

You're going to do
whatever you're going to do,

and you're going to feel
whatever you're going to feel.

You're going to stay
mad at your mom

for as long as you feel
like staying mad at your mom.

And you know
how I know that?

Because that's
pure Mom, too.

It's all the same
bundle, honey.

It's all in the same
wonderful bundle.

Give me a kiss.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, sweetheart.

I don't know.

She just locked the door.

She's back there
with someone.

I think it's her boyfriend,

who she told me she
dumped two days ago.

I... I don't
want this, Ben.

I got to call you back.

Mom?

Are you okay?

I'm fine, honey.

I'll...
I'll just be a second.

I want you to have it.

My daughter is working,
and you shouldn't be here.

I'm gonna leave, Alana.

I know I said that before,
but I'm serious this time.

We can be together.

We can go out in public.
No.

Now, I have said this before.

This... what...
this thing-- us--

it's-it's-it's
an indiscretion,

it's-it's
a lapse of judgment.

It was never going
to be permanent.

Ben... I don't want you
to leave your family.

And I don't want this.

What about what I want?

Mom, open the door!

Open the door!

Claire.

I'm okay, honey.

You just watch the store.

Claire.

Have you got a minute
to talk to me?

I mean, you're not closing
up or anything, right?

Yeah, we're still open.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I thought you
were someone else.

No, no, it's fine, um...

I wanted to talk to you
about my fiancee.

She, she, uh, she came
in here on Wednesday

and she returned a dress,

a wedding dress.

She was going to wear it

to our wedding,
tonight, in fact.

We were going to
be married... tonight.

Do you remember that dress?

Kind of.

Yeah, sure.

Well, see, you know,
the thing is, Claire,

that means you've
seen my fiancee

more recently than I have.

See, she left my place
on Tuesday night,

and I haven't heard
from her since.

And her mother, her mother's
not telling me anything.

So the only thing
that I know for sure,

is that this is the last
place she visited right here:

Your Perfect... Day

Dress Shop.

Oh, I like it-- you know,
the name and everything.

It's-it's cute,
it's uh...

charming,
but I've got to tell you,

I don't think it fits right now.

Because my day has been
anything but perfect.

In fact, my day
has pretty much sucked,

just like yesterday.

Monday pretty much bit,

and tomorrow's not
looking good either.

I don't know
what to tell you.

I only talked to her
for, like, a minute.

Well, a lot can happen in
a minute, though, right?

What I want to know,
Claire, is when you

were helping my fiancee,

did she give you a hint,

a clue as to where she
might have been headed?

No, I'm sorry,

she just dropped off
the dress and left.

Did she happen to mention

why she decided to end
a three-year relationship

without so much
as a phone call?

Don't call me!

Nothing? Nothing
at all? No hint.

No. Maybe you scared her.

Or maybe she just figured
she'd finally bled me dry.

You can't take blood
from a stone, Claire.

Are you familiar
with that expression?

Damn it, that's my car!

Hey! Hey, stop!

That's my car!

Hey! Hey!

Mom! You better
come out here!

This guy is
completely losing it!

You, hey!
Did you see what happened?

Hey, lady, did you
get a license plate number?

Mom!

Oh, my God, Mom?

Mom! Mom!

Mom! Mom! Open the door!

Please.

Mom!

Please, don't.

Please, don't.

Mom.

So let me get this straight.

You were both wrong,
and you were both right?

Well, Ariel misunderstood

what Claire was
trying to show her,

just like I misunderstood what
Patty was trying to show me.

The dreams they were sending us
weren't about the boyfriend

or the guy on the Internet.

They were about
the jilted fiancee.

We just didn't realize it,
until we compared notes.

Got it.

I think.

Each of you is only
getting half the story.

If anyone wants the whole story,

I've got Mr. Wallaby
in the interrogation room.

I know what he looks like.

I can do this without
you, if you like.

No, I want to be there.

Okay.

That's him.

That's him.

Okay.

Claire?

Wait!

Hey, there.

Oh, Wyatt.

I was...

looking for someone.

That's funny, 'cause I
was looking for you.

You were?

Well, I was wondering
if you wanted to go

to the Spring Fling with me.

I know it's kind of last minute,
and if you say no, it's okay.

No. I mean, yes.

It's just... I don't
have anything to wear.

Well, wear what you have on.

You look great.

So, it's a date, right?

Yeah.

It's a date.

Cool.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the king and queen

of the Bates Middle School
Spring Fling--

I give you Wyatt Forrester
and Ariel Dubois.

You okay?

Is she home yet?

Baby, she just left
an hour and a half ago.

You're not worried, are you?

Mm. Not even a little bit.

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