Medium (2005–2011): Season 4, Episode 16 - Drowned World - full transcript

Previously on Medium:

Who's that?

Terry Kavanaugh! The John D.
Rockefeller of solar energy.

It's from Meghan.

What is she doing, buying you a robe?

I don't know.

There's nothing going on!

The other night,I'm
working in my office.

She walks in, she's
all drunk off her ass...

I know! I already
dreamt it! I saw it all!

You did? Then why didn't you tell me?



No! That is not the question.

The question is, why didn't you tell me?

I'm going to go in there in the morning.
I'm going to tell her there's no company.

Are you insane?

this is going to work.

You're going to give me my idea back.

We're going to close down this business.

Do you understand?

I'm sorry.

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Drowned World

Manuel. Thank you.

I appreciate you coming
over at this very early hour.

Why all the drama,Tom?
It's 7:00 in the morning.

- I have a campaign to run, a practice to tend to.
- No. I know.



I have a friend, just discovered he's got
a fairly advanced case of prostate cancer.

And he asked me if I knew of any attorneys in town who
could be trusted to do a bunch of probate work quickly.

Wants to make sure his,um...

his family's taken care of.

So,how are you going to do it?

I don't know. I mean,I've
been thinking about that.

I think I just have to tell
her and take my chances.

I think so,too.

- Hello?
- Hello.

My name's Charles Winters.

I'm a tax attorney over
at Phelps and Kingman.

I'm looking for Allison Dubois.

Well,this is Allison Dubois.

I got your number from Larry Watt.

He indicated that he had hired you on a
freelance basis a couple of months back,

and I was wondering if I might
be able to do the same thing.

I see you got my text.

Okay. So what's all
the excitement about?

Oh,my gosh. It's the end
of the world as we know it.

Mr. Winters? This is Mrs. Dubois.

Thanks.

thank you for coming in.
I'm Charles Winters. Please.

Uh,well,frankly, I'm a little puzzled.

You mentioned on the phone
that you were a tax attorney?

The work that I've done with Larry Watt and
former District Attorney Devalos is,uh...

Almost all of it was
of a criminal nature.

Actually,I'm not interested in hiring
you to help me with a professional matter.

It's about my wife.

Uh,my... house... really.

She thinks it's haunted.

This is great that you've
actually got the time to do this.

Kelly is going to be
thrilled. She loves this house.

I mean,she's actually the
one who found it. She,um...

I mean... It actually
wasn't even for sale.

Took me days to convince
the people that owned it,

and the truth is,we
paid too much for it.

You must really love your wife.

I do. Yeah.

That's why I can't stand
to see her like this.

I've got clients all over the Southwest,
and when I have to be gone overnight...

What?

She hears things.

What kind of things?

Water.

She hears water... running.

And then sometimes, she hears crying.

A baby crying.

But you never hear it? It
never happens when you're there?

I'm just hoping that if you say there
are no ghosts, there can be no baby...

there can be no water, then...

there won't be.

hey partner, yohoo! I'm back!

Oh,good. You got it.

I was worried when I
didn't hear from you.

Does it fit? Of course
it fits. It's a robe.

You know what?

Give me five minutes to settle
in, and then come into my office.

I'll fill you in on everything.

God,it is good to be back.

Why would you send me
a $2,200 cashmere robe?

I don't know. I-I just...

I didn't really want to have
to carry it on the plane.

That's not what I mean.

You know that's not what I mean.

No,I don't. What do you mean?

I mean,it's a robe. It's
intimate. And that card.

What about the card?

I thought it was a lovely card.

You didn't like the card?

After the other night?
After the promises you made?

No,I didn't like the card.

I didn't like the card.
I don't like the robe.

My wife doesn't like the robe.

Whoa,whoa,whoa,wait a second.

Your wife has a problem with the robe?

I think we're all having a
gigantic misunderstanding here.

It's a robe. It's cashmere.

It's a luxury item.

It speaks to the fact that I believe you and
I are going to make a lot of money together.

That's all it is.

It's not like I bought
you silk underwear.

You know what? I need to call your wife.

I need to straighten this out.

You don't need to call
anyone. You've said enough.

You've written enough.
You've done enough.

Listen to me,Meghan. I'm done.

I'm dissolving the business. I'm
taking my marbles. I'm going home.

- No.
- No what?

No,you are not dissolving the business.

It is not your business to dissolve.

I own 51% of it.

I own 51% of you.

So,give me the freaking
robe. I'll take it back.

I'll send your wife some flowers, and let's
get back to doing what we know we have to do.

Excuse me.

Where do you think you're going?

Don't worry. You'll be
hearing from me again.

There he is.

Lynn.

Good to see you.

Lee.

Okay,enough small talk.

What the hell was going on over there?

We saw you cavorting with that weasel.

He's dying.

- Are you serious?
- Oh,my God.

Okay. I feel horrible,
but you guys were laughing.

You both looked so happy.

We've known each other a long time.

He,the mayor,
the governor--

they all want me to step in,
finish out my current term.

Obviously,Tom's gonna withdraw his
candidacy, and I'll end up running unopposed.

I haven't even had a chance
to call and tell Lily.

Well,congratulations...

- I guess.
- Yeah.

I know exactly what you mean.

Do you want to hear something strange?

Absolutely. That's what we're all starved
for around here is something strange.

He wants to meet with Allison Dubois.

He said he'd consider it a personal favor if I'd
intercede and help smooth things over with her,

get her to meet with him.

It usually starts around 10:00, just after
I've gone to bed, once the house is dark,

and only if I'm alone.

It goes on for about an
hour, and then it stops.

I know it's impossible.

The man Charles hired showed me that
there weren't any water pipes in that wall,

so,that's weird.

But,uh,it's still just
the sound of water.

It doesn't frighten me that much.

But when the baby cries...

He sounds so frightened and unhappy.

Isn't that tile awful?

I'm sure we'll never have
the money to replace it.

We're in so much debt now, and there
are so many things we want to do.

Your house is really beautiful.

Very lovely.

Uh,so I'm curious.

I think we're both curious.
Any first impressions?

Anything you want to share?

Uh,well, you have a beautiful home.

A very lovely home.

Um,other than that, I-I'm
sorry to say that I don't...

I don't see anything.

I don't sense anything.

You know,of course,it's
the middle of the day.

And obviously,you're not
here by yourself,so...

You know,it doesn't make you wrong.

It doesn't make me right.
It's just a first impression.

I called seven lawyers.

I left messages,haven't
heard back from a single one.

Well,that's okay. I'm loaded.

I made $300 today,

explaining in the nicest way possible to
this attorney's wife that in all likelihood--

even though she hears
noises in her house--

that her house is almost
certainly not haunted.

Well,that probably made her feel better.

I don't know.

You should have seen the look
on her face when I told her.

I'm afraid that all I did was
convince her that she's crazy.

There,there.

it's all right. Mommy's got you.

It's all right.

Okay. It's going to be all right.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Hello.

Hey,sorry.

I tried to get to it before it
woke you,but you beat me to it.

Was it for me?

No,it was your friendly neighborhood
she-devil-- Meghan Doyle.

She's having some papers drawn up.

She wants to show them to me at 11:30.

Dissolution papers,right?

Papers to end the company?

Yeah,I can only assume so.

What are you working on
so furiously over here?

Well,you're going to find this hard to
believe, but I had a dream last night.

- Sorry to keep you waiting.
- That's okay.

I know that I told you yesterday
I didn't see anything in your house

and I didn't feel
anything in your house.

Well,last night I had a dream and it
seemed to take place in your house.

It was a long time
ago-- 20 years or so.

So I woke up this morning,
and I,I went on the Internet.

It didn't take me
terribly long to find this.

Oh,my God.

A little boy died in our house.

Drowned by accident.

The version of events I saw last
night was somewhat more... violent.

Jonathan McKenzie.

His mother was distracted by the
television and he drowned in the bathtub.

Do you think that's
why I hear what I hear?

I can't answer that.

It may be that you're a little like me,

that you have...sensitivities.

Sensitive... not crazy.

Sensitive. I like that.

If you'll excuse me for a moment.

Like I said, it took me about ten
minutes to come across these stories.

Mr. Winters, you're a lawyer.

Surely you were aware of this.

Not when we bought the house.

After she started hearing
things,sure, I did some research.

- I found what you found.
- And you didn't tell her?

Tell her what?

That we just sunk our life savings--
more than our life savings--

into a house where
someone had an accident?

No,I didn't tell her that.

I don't believe in ghosts.

I don't think that our
place is really haunted,

but I do believe in
the power of suggestion,

and I honestly thought that you
would come over, look around,

and say either we were poltergeist-free
or chant some mumbo jumbo

and she would believe that we were.

Well,sorry I let you down.

You have no idea the can of
worms that you have just opened.

She is going to want to move now.

She is going to want to sell
and we cannot afford to do that.

You are talking about
your wife's peace of mind.

Can you really afford
not to,Mr. Winters?

You two have a lot to talk about.

Boy,you don't waste any time.

Come in.

is that I'm surrendering all my
rights to,to everything,right?

It says you're divesting your
49% ownership in Dubois-Doyle,yes.

This wasn't my idea.

This is not something I want.

Wait a second. What's this?

What's what?

It says something about a
quarter of a million dollars.

Does this say that I owe you
a quarter of a million dollars?

No.

It says upon the tender of your signature--
as soon as you sign these papers--

I'm giving you a quarter
of a million dollars.

Why would you do that?

I promised you I'd invest
$300,000 in your idea,Joe.

Between the office, our
expenses,the models, our travel,

you do the math.

A quarter of a million dollars?

That's what it says. I've reread that page
of the agreement 16 times.

And she's going to
give that money to you?

To us,yeah.

Well,I mean,in return for signing this
agreement, in return for signing over everything.

I mean,I don't get
anything until I sign.

But you are going to sign it?

Of course I am. It's just... do
you think maybe we misjudged her?

What?

Let me think about that a minute. No.

She is paying you that money 'cause she's betting
she's going to make a lot more money down the road.

Yeah,of course,you're right.

Which is the other reason I called.

You want to go out
and celebrate tonight?

Oh,I would love to, but Devalos just called me and
asked me to meet him at Tom Van Dyke's office at 7:00,

but I-I could call him
and try to reschedule.

Don't you think we should wait
till we really have the money?

Hmm,that's awfully
damn adult of you,dear.

Sorry,I didn't mean to be
so "awfully damn adult."

They gave him his job back.

That's amazing.

Does that mean that
you get your job back?

As soon as I want.

It's so weird how things work.

I mean,you think you know the course
of things, how things are going to go.

Well,you got to feel bad for Van Dyke.

He wants me to meet with him.
Although I'm not sure why.

So where are we going to go
celebrate tomorrow,rich guy?

What makes you think we're
going to get the money tomorrow?

Well,did you check all the papers?

Yeah,only about a hundred times.

Does your right hand work,yeah?

So where are we going
to celebrate tomorrow?

Tell me again why we got
to wait till tomorrow.

Hello.

Allison,it's Lee.Sorry to call so late,

but I was summoned over here
to a house on Fremont Lane.

Apparently,you know these people. I was
talking to the husband. He mentioned your name.

Wait,I was half asleep.

Where are you? What's going on?

The Winters' home--
Charles and Kelly Winters.

About an hour and a half ago, Kelly Winters
swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills,

***hot bath. And killed herself.

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LIFE IN CURSED HOUSE

Kids are safely ensconced in school,

and I just got off the
phone with Meghan Doyle.

She wants to sign the
papers today at The Belmont.

This was in with the mail.

Somebody must have just
put it in the mailbox.

Been waiting an hour and 20 minutes.

- What the hell do you think is taking 'em so long?
- Dad...

You sure you don't want a lawyer?

Because I know I can get your
mother to pay for a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer. They just
want to ask me some questions.

Mr. Winters.

- This your attorney?
- I'm Sam Winters. I'm Charles' father.

I'm down here helping
my son with the funeral.

Well,it's nice to meet you,sir, but I'm
going to need you to wait outside here

while we talk to your son.

She said she wouldn't live in
a house where a child had died.

She couldn't bear to
hear him cry anymore.

I don't understand.

Why not just put the house on the
market, find another place to live?

I know. That's,that's what Kelly
wanted to do, but it's not that easy.

We overpaid.

The market is down.

I just... I honestly... I couldn't...

see how that it was possible or,

or really why it was even necessary,

and we had a really big fight about it.

So she went on a drive.

What'd you do while she was gone?

I had a couple of scotches
and fell asleep on the couch.

Then when I woke up,

I could hear the sound of water,
an-and I-I thought it was a joke.

When I walked into the bathroom,I...

She was so still. She...

I loved her so much.

Mr. Winters,while you were
sitting out there waiting for us,

I went ahead and got a
warrant to search your home.

We looked in the attic above
the bedroom and found this.

What is that?

It's a white noise machine.

It helps people fall asleep.

It makes sounds like a
babbling brook or an ocean.

Even has a convenient timer on the back,

so if you were going out of town you could
set it to go off in the middle of the night.

Mr. Winters, could you take a look at this
and tell me if you recognize the handwriting.

What is this?

This is Kelly's handwriting.
Where did you get this?

I found it in my mailbox this morning.

I'm guessing Kelly left it there last
night when she went for that drive.

The letter's pretty clear,Mr. Winters.

Your wife believed you
meant to do her harm.

What?

She writes if anything happens to her, anything
at all, we should look very closely at you.

In fact, she specifically
says that she's not suicidal.

What-what-what are...
what are you saying?

I don't...

believe that you're saying
that I murdered my wife

and then I made it look
like it was a suicide.

We aren't saying it,Charles.

Kelly is.

Mr. Winters,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 an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed for you.

Thank you,Joe.

And thank you.

I'm sorry things didn't work out the way you
hoped, but at least this way it's not a total loss.

You know,I have to tell you,I
completely regret leaving my idea behind.

Um,and there were times when we
were working together that I,uh,

I actually, I literally
wanted to kill you.

But this is actually
extraordinarily decent of you.

And I know that we're probably
never gonna see each other again,

but I just want you to know that I think
that you're basically a good person,Meghan.

And I too regret that
things didn't work out.

Oh,Joe...

I can't believe you said that.

I can't believe you think that.

I mean I think that you tried your best.

You are a lovely man.

And I am happy that
check makes you so happy.

But,Joe... God,you're
smart, and God,you're thick.

Excuse me?

Who is that?

That's my smart,but thick.

That's my husband. He's early.

Your husband?

Does he know about your boyfriend?

Does he know what you tried with me?

Joe.

There was no boyfriend.
There was never a boyfriend.

And don't hate me...

but there were no patent
problems in Eastern Europe either.

While you were sitting watching
the phone at the office,

I was at home watching
DVDs with my husband.

What are you talking about?

I needed to make you uncomfortable.

I needed to make you want to
sell me your half of the business.

And now you have. And now
you're happy. And now I'm happy.

It's how it had to be.

We could have never worked
together. Not long-term.

I mean... you're smart. And I'm smart.

We're just different kinds of smart.

Order a drink,Joe.

Go ahead. Celebrate. I have a tab here.

Order whatever you like.

So I run to the bank. And
thank God the check cleared.

But I can't help it.
My head is spinning.

And I'm starting to feel like
the biggest fool on the planet.

I think some of this might be my fault.

I think maybe you
sensed my insecurities.

- I think maybe she sensed my insecurities.
- No. No. No,it had nothing to do with you.

She had a plan. She had
a plan from the beginning.

So now,all I'm thinking of is that she was in Albuquerque
meeting for two days with that Terry Cavanaugh.

And she probably sold him my idea
for ten times what she paid me.

Oh,Joe.

So I go home and I start
calling Stratosphere Aeronautics,

and I'm asking to speak to
this Terry Cavanaugh guy.

And of course they don't connect me.

And then it hits me.

I mean I just got paid a quarter of a million
dollars for my first independent invention.

And I only had the damn
idea a whole two months ago.

And now we're sitting on more money
than we've ever had in our entire lives.

And I know we're not set.

I mean,I know I still got to
go out there and get a job.

But,I mean,it sure beats
working at the car wash.

So you ready to go out and celebrate?

Yes,I am.

Is that you,baby?

Are you hiding in there?

It's only Mama.

Don't be frightened.

Baby?

No! Mommy,please!

Don't do this! Please! Don't do this!

I'll do anything you want.

There is nothing to
do! Do you understand?

It is over for all of us.

Not now. Go away!

- Daddy!Daddy,help me.Please,Daddy!
- Kelly!

Come back here! Kelly!

Okay,so what you're
telling me is a little girl

who lived in the Winters'
house 20 years ago...

Kelly McKenzie.

Kelly McKenzie has the same first
name as Charles Winters' late wife.

Sorry,what does that prove?

It doesn't prove
anything, but it is a fact.

Now,what if they're the same person?

It should be easy enough to check if
Charles's late wife's maiden is McKenzie.

But it isn't. I mean, at least not
according to the death certificate.

But maybe she changed it.

Okay,I'll play.

Let's pretend she changed it.

I still don't see where we're going.

Well,I'm not 100% sure on this either,

but I keep dreaming about the
death of this little McKenzie boy.

And the version that I see,
his death is no accident.

His mother drowns him on purpose.

And there's a little girl
there, a little girl named Kelly.

And she sees it all.

Well,I must be dreaming
this for a reason.

Hello?

This is Joe Dubois.

Terry Cavanaugh?

It's you.

They said it was going to be someone
from the district attorney's office.

As of today I'm with the
district attorney's office.

You gotta laugh.

I hired you to help calm my wife down and
now the city's hired you to help put me away.

I'm not an attorney,Charles.

The city's hired me to help them
figure out what really happened,

which is why I wanted to talk to you.

I have some... some hunches. Some ideas.

But without knowing more about Kelly...

they really don't make a lot of sense.

Well,you better not ask me.

Because,uh,when it comes to Kelly, I don't
think that I'm really the expert I thought I was.

You know,I loved her...

more than anyone or
anything I have ever loved.

That... that... that letter,
it makes no sense to me.

According to Kelly's death certificate,
it says that her maiden name is Anderson,

that she was born in California.

Do you have any reason
to suspect otherwise?

What are you talking about?

I don't know. Do you know
of any brothers or sisters?

Have you ever met
anyone from her family?

Her father? Her mother?

No. No,there was no one else to meet.

Growing up she said it was
just her and her crazy mother.

Her mother's dead?

Before I came along.

And she referred to her as "crazy"?

Yeah. We had bad parenting in common.

Two crazy mothers. Two crappy fathers.

Her dad was never around.

My dad was practically a lap dog
because my mother had all the money.

I guess you could say
that we bonded over that.

And the two of you met how?

Uh,she chose me.

It was,uh, like a movie.

The prettiest girl in the bar just
walks up and starts talking to me.

Me.

Oh,sorry to interrupt,Miss, but I'd ask
you not to continue questioning my son

until he has a chance to confer
with his attorney here,Mr. Beverly.

Mr. Beverly, my son,Charles.

Charles.

Have you out of here before you know it.

I see Mom finally came through,huh?

This is Allison Dubois.

She's with the district
attorney's office.

Allison,my dad and,apparently,
my new attorney.

- Nice to meet you,Mr. Winters.
- Ms. Dubois.

We're actually finished here.

If you gentlemen would like
to use this room to chat.

Great. Thank you.

She was an odd girl, you know.

I wouldn't put it past her...

take her own life,
leave a note like that.

- Dad!
- I'm just saying.

You ever meet her?

Yes. Briefly.

Well,then you know. She was an odd girl.

What's the motive?

You know, they didn't own much of anything
other than the enormous debt on that house.

They didn't have much life insurance.

Uh,maybe,uh, he hated her?

No,I don't get that.

I,I never got that from him.

I think he honestly loved her.

And besides,you have to hate
somebody a lot to risk life in prison.

All right,you win. He loved her.

What's your theory?

I don't have a theory.

She simply committed suicide.

She took a bunch of sleeping pills and let
herself to drown to death in the bathtub.

And then wrote a letter
implicating her husband?

Why? Did she hate him?

No. I didn't get that either.

None of it makes any sense...

least of all, the dreams
that I keep having.

Hey,you know what you need to do?

You need to put it out of your mind
and you need to come help me pack.

All right. Well,you met
this Terry Cavanaugh,right?

Is he a suit guy?

Yeah,he seems like a suit guy.

And you don't know what
this meeting is about?

I don't know. They just called.

They said Terry Cavanaugh wanted to meet
with me tomorrow, and was I available?

Um,they said there was going to be a
first-class ticket waiting for me at the airport

and a car to pick me
up on the other end.

You think it has something
to do with Meghan?

I mean,isn't he the guy that she said was
going to invest all that money in your idea?

Yeah,he certainly is.

I don't know.Maybe he
needs a good engineer

and heard from Meghan I'm out of work.

Not now. Go away!

- Daddy!Daddy,help me!Please,Daddy!
- Kelly!here!

Kelly!

Madeleine, what the
hell is going on here?

Mr. Winters.

I'm District Attorney Devalos.

You've already met Detective
Scanlon, Mrs. Dubois.

Appreciate you rushing down
here. Please,have a seat.

Not at all. I'm glad I could do it.

When you said that there might be some kind
of a deal you could offer my son Charles...

The important thing is, we're starting
to buy into your theory,Mr. Winters:

that she did it to herself, that she
left that letter to implicate Charles.

Like I said...

she was an odd girl.

The key thing is,some new facts have come to
light that from our standpoint change everything.

Terrific. What have you found out?

SCANLON: First and foremost,
your daughter's maiden name.

It was actually McKenzie
before she changed it.

Or how about the fact that you are listed
as the father on her birth certificate?

Mr. Winters...

your son's wife was
your daughter,wasn't she?

Ever since Kelly's death, we've been
struggling to find enough physical evidence

to implicate your son or find a reason why his
wife would hate him enough to leave that letter.

And frankly,we haven't
come up with either.

And now I know why.

She didn't really hate him.

Of course,she didn't
really love him either.

She just knew who he was, your son,

a means to an end...and
that end was you.

You have to understand, when
he first brought her home,

I didn't recognize her.

I hadn't seen Kelly...

my Kelly,in 20 years.

But then,when they bought
the house on Fremont,

and Charles told me that she was
hearing a baby crying at night,I...

I knew it must be her.

She really was her mother's daughter.

And you think that's why
Madeleine drowned your son?

To punish you?

Yep.

Madeleine was my mistress.

I was already married to
Charles' mother when I met her.

I told her right up front that
I would never leave my family.

I loved my wife.

And when she began to suspect I was being
unfaithful, she gave me an ultimatum.

So I gave one to Madeleine
and I told her it was over.

That night I went to the house.

I went there to say good-bye to the children
and to give Madeleine some money to start over.

But when I got there, she
had already drowned Johnny.

Tried to kill Kelly.

So I told Madeleine to call the police
and tell them there had been an accident.

By that time,whatever fever
had possessed her was gone.

She didn't want to go to prison.

She didn't want to hurt Kelly.

And she didn't want anyone
to know what she had done.

For once,we both wanted the same thing.

I know I should have taken
Kelly with me that night.

I know that.

But that would have been the end
of my life with Charles' mother.

The end of everything.

Mr. Winters,I'm going to see
to it that Charles is released.

I'm not certain that I can actually
charge you with a crime at this point,

but you can be damn
sure I'm going to try.

In the meantime, you're going to need to
tell your wife and your son the whole truth...

and I suspect that's as fitting a way
as any for your punishment to begin.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Dubois.

Very anxious to meet you again.

Very anxious to look you in the eye.

Sit down.

You know, I bought your
company, bought your invention.

I suspected you might have.

I wanted to buy it the
day I met you in Phoenix.

She wanted four million. I paid her two.

How much did you end up with?

A lot less than that.

You hate her?

I'm not inviting her
over for Thanksgiving.

She's a bottom-feeder, a
matchmaker, an agent,a broker.

Got 'em in every business.

The only thing they're
good at is smelling money.

The day you met her, the day you pitched your
idea to that firm she worked for, she called me.

Said "I think I might have
something you'd be interested in."

She was right.

Well,good for her.

She knew I'd be interested because I've spent
the last seven years developing a technology

that's surprisingly similar.

She knew I'd be interested because I'd want
to make sure yours never made it to market.

She knew I'd pay to kill it.

Sounds like the two of you
were meant for each other.

Well,two days ago,I finally
looked at what I bought.

Went through the drawings,
went through the specs.

Mr. Dubois, I like
yours better than mine.

Well,thank you... I guess.

How'd you like to
finish what you started?

You got a couple minutes?

Maybe. I got to pick Joe up at
the airport in about an hour.

This won't take that.

Mr. Van Dyke.

Just,uh,dropped by to say
good-bye to some folks. And I'm...

grateful to have that
opportunity with you.

I'm so sorry to hear about everything.

I know I haven't been your greatest
supporter or your greatest ally around here,

and,uh,I have no right
to ask for favors.

And as you well know, I'm not even sure I
believe in what it is you claim you're able to do.

What is it that you need,sir?

My wife...

my children...

as you might imagine, they're
having a difficult time with this.

After I'm gone...

When I'm no longer here...

I don't know how it works.

I don't know what to tell you to do.

But if what you want
is for me to see you...

to tell your wife and
children that you're fine...

I promise you...

I will be on the lookout.

You really can read minds,can't you?

Thank you.

Isn't this fun?

And the later it gets, the funner it is.

They're here! They're here!

That's it! It's 9:30! You
guys are supposed to be in bed!

I keep thinking it's this giant
cosmic joke, that I'm going to wake up,

the last eight hours
never happened at all.

And you're sure we don't have to move?

He said do it in Phoenix.

Do it where you live.

Find some space, hire some
people, make me some money.

Hey,should we tell the kids?
Should we wake the kids?

let's not.

Hey,Ariel,what's going on?

I didn't hear them come in.

How are we supposed to
get our good-night kisses?

Yeah.

I don't know what to tell you guys.

They're still in the garage.

Well,what do you think
they're doing out there?

- Don't they know they have kids?
- Yeah?

- That's it. I'm quitting this family.
- Yeah!