Medium (2005–2011): Season 5, Episode 17 - The First Bite Is the Deepest - full transcript
Cynthia Keener returns, asking Allison to help find a missing friend of hers. Allison is also asked by a real estate mogul to help find his missing wife.
Previously on Medium:
I don't know how to do it.
I don't know
how to fire these people.
I want to buy back my company
and my idea from you.
The business is not for sale.
Your idea is not for sale.
You are not for sale.
(phone rings)
If you're still interested...
I'll sell you back your company.
If you can get together
a couple
of million dollars, we can
figure out how you can pay me
the balance over time.
I'm Cynthia Keener.
I'm an investigator
with Ameritips.
I guess she's hoping
I'll be able to help her
with some of her cases.
According to this,
Cynthia Keener
had a daughter named Suzie
who went missing in 1998.
I had nothing to do
with her death.
If you think this is over,
you're wrong.
Suzie... it was my job
to stand up for her.
And now I finally have.
It's all right, Allison.
I've called
the authorities.
They'll be here
in a moment.
(bird cawing)
CYNTHIA:
You should have
that looked at.
Could leave a nasty scar.
(bag thuds on ground)
MAN:
You're late.
I was about to leave.
Oh, I'm not sure I believe that.
I think you'd have waited
as long as you had to.
It's all there. Unmarked bills,
just like you asked.
No tricks.
No transmitters.
Where's Bethany?
Down there.
(bird caws)
Oh, my God.
What have you done?
I buried her down there
an hour ago.
Figure she has maybe...
five or six minutes
of air left.
Bethany! Can you hear me?
(thumping)
Bethany!
Bethany, I'm coming!
(panting)
Bethany!
Can you hear me?!
Can you hear me?
I'm coming!
Bethany! Can you hear me?
(gasps)
and TOYOTA.
Moving Forward.
What do you think?
Professional or funereal?
(chuckles)
Definitely professional.
Professional undertaker, maybe.
(laughs)
You know what?
You look like the kind of guy
I would sell a company to.
Really? Well, that and
two million dollars
will get me a company.
Come on, you just need
more time to get the money.
Terry will understand that.
Today's the deadline.
I mean, it's not like I
have some of the money.
I don't have any of the money.
And the truth
is, even if I
do get an extension
I don't know where
I'm going to get
this money from.
Which tie?
Hey. (whistles)
Earth to Allison.
Uh... no. N-No tie.
Neither one.
Too much.
That's why I married you.
What are so taken with
on my computer there?
I had a dream last night
about Cynthia Keener.
A "woman in prison"
kind of dream?
(laughs):
No.
No, it was something
that took place a while ago,
and I just found
this old newspaper article
that makes it look like
it actually happened.
Do you want to share?
Do you really care?
No.
Fine, then ignore me.
(typing)
Hi. My name's Allison Dubois.
This is actually the third time
that I've called.
I'm trying to arrange a...
a visit with a prisoner
that you have there.
Her name's Cynthia Keener.
Yeah, I am calling
from a city phone,
but this is not
official business.
You don't understand my wife!
She checks in with me
three times a day;
I haven't heard
from her!
I'm a taxpayer!
I see...
This is a crime!
Look, all I know is,
my wife has been missing
for 12 hours, and nobody
is doing a damn thing.
Mr. Sipes?
Mr. Sipes, what?
DEVALOS: It's standard
police procedure
Uh-huh...
to wait 36 hours before
filing a missing...
SIPES: Don't talk to
me about 36 hours!
If I'd have backed
you in the election,
I am sure that the
National Guard
would be out there right
now looking for Amy.
Okay. Um...
I understand.
So, I'll just...
I'll just wait for your call.
Let me give you my cell number.
(knock on door)
Yeah, come in.
(door opens)
You okay?
Oh... you mean that little scene
just now?
I've been through worse.
Just not lately.
Who was that man?
I thought you knew.
That was Christopher Sipes.
Why do I know that name?
He's become a pretty big player
in downtown Phoenix
real estate the last few years.
Has his name
on a lot of buildings,
or on the signs
in front of buildings.
A real rags to riches story.
Although making a lot of money
hasn't made him any nicer.
Oh, and here's a shock.
His wife disappeared,
or so he says.
You think otherwise?
(sighs)
You're right.
Why would anyone leave
the charming Mr. Sipes
and not tell him
where they're going?
Nonetheless, I'm going
to ask Detective Scanlon
to run her license plates,
and check her credit cards,
do whatever we can
until the police can launch
an official search.
Is there anything
I can do?
Hmm...
(ringtone playing)
Hello?
AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have a collect call
from an inmate
at the Arizona State Women's
Correctional Facility.
To accept the call,
please press "one."
(beep)
CYNTHIA:
You don't want to see me.
Cynthia.
It's not like I have a lot
of great stories to tell.
Sun comes up.
Sun goes down.
I know because I watch
the shadows
travel across my cell wall
all day.
Now you know everything.
Why don't you save yourself
the trip?
I had a dream about you
last night.
Was it good?
Do I get out of here?
Lie. Give me hope.
I'm not going to tell you.
Not unless you let me
come and see you.
(jet flying overhead)
(sighs)
Sorry I'm late.
It's fine.
Actually, I'm not
going to be able to eat.
I only have
a few minutes.
You look anxious.
No, no...
Well, maybe a little.
It's gone, Joe.
I sold it.
That deadline wasn't one
I picked arbitrarily.
I needed to get your venture
off my books.
I explained that to you.
I felt I owed you the
opportunity to buy the company,
and had you been able to come up
with the money,
I'have happily
sold it to you, but...
here we are.
I didn't have much trouble
finding a buyer.
You should be proud, Joe.
You've built
an attractive little start-up.
Who's the buyer?
It's an outfit
called Tesseract Industrial.
Out of San Diego.
Coming on like gangbusters.
It's run by a fellow
named Simon Burwell
who's been
on a bit of a buying spree.
What happens to me, Terry?
Well, your contract is part
of the sale, so it'll be
up to Tesseract to either keep
you on board or pay you off.
Well, that's between
you and them.
Look... (sighs)
I know how much
this project meant to you,
and I know how painful
it must be to realize you're
probably not going to be able
to see it through
to the end.
My advice to you?
Get a good lawyer and make
them pay through the nose
when they
try to settle with you.
Money won't get rid of
all the pain, but it'll help.
Waiter?
Anything he wants.
(loud buzzing)
(indistinct chattering)
Thank you.
(loud buzzing)
(indistinct chattering)
It's wonderful to see you, too.
I wasn't sure what you wanted,
what you needed.
(inhaling)
You're going to make me the most
popular girl on Block C.
(laughs)
I've been dreaming about this,
and I don't know why.
First time I met Bethany
was when I pulled her
out of that grave.
I saw it.
The man in the mask.
The bite mark
on his hand.
The bite marks
were courtesy of Bethany.
The night he buried her,
she fought back.
She sunk her teeth in real deep.
She wanted to hurt him,
mark him permanently.
The way he did to her.
They never caught him,
did they?
What about the girl?
Did you keep in touch?
I heard some things.
Nothing good.
The parents
were quite well off,
before the kidnapping.
The two million ransom
ruined them.
The father committed suicide.
The mother started
drinking very heavily,
started taking drugs.
She fell asleep one night
behind the wheel.
Drove off a bridge.
I want to say Bethany was... 15.
And after that?
After that,
there were more stories--
foster homes, drugs...
maybe prostitution.
(sighs)
Listen, Allison.
I don't know why you're
asking me all these questions.
I don't know why
this girl is in your dreams.
And I don't know, for that
matter, why I'm in your dreams,
but I want to make one thing
clear:
I hate it here.
I pray every night
that it'll end.
I don't want visitors.
I don't want friends.
So, if you call me,
I won't answer the phone.
And I won't see you.
(ringtone playing)
(ringtone stops)
It's my husband.
Must be nice.
Bye, Allison.
(plastic bag rustling)
Thanks for the things.
(elevator bell dings)
(water running)
MAN:
It's open.
The concierge said
you were looking for someone
to show you around Phoenix.
He thought
I might know all the places
you were interested in seeing.
(water running)
You in the shower?
Need any help?
MAN:
Nah. I'm okay.
The donation for charity
is on the nightstand.
Can I get you a drink?
Don't worry
about me.
Just make yourself
comfortable.
(water shuts off)
(shower door slides open)
(towel rustling)
So, uh...
you're my guide?
Anywhere you want to go,
I'm sure I can get you there.
You won't be needing this.
(gasps)
(sighs)
I thought I told you.
I had another dream.
I don't care.
For God sakes! The
only freedom I have
in here is the freedom to decide
whether I want to see
other human beings or not.
And you've figured
out a way to take
that away from me!
Who do you think you're kidding,
telling them
this is police business?
This isn't police business.
No one's died,
nothing's been stolen.
Bethany has crossed paths
with her kidnapper.
Bethany recognized
the bite mark on his hand.
Cynthia, I think
this is why...
this is why I've
been dreaming about her.
I mean, she recognized him.
Who's to say
he didn't recognize her?
And if so, he couldn't just
let her walk out of the room.
I have been making calls
all morning.
She hasn't used
her credit card,
her cell phone.
She hasn't picked up
her mail in a week.
(sighs)
You know, Allison...
after you left the last time,
I used up
all my phone privileges
to try and get in touch
with Bethany.
When that didn't work,
I swapped all the
stuff that you brought
and bought myself
some more.
I called every old number
I had for Bethany.
Left messages.
I called every cop,
every parole officer,
every youth counselor.
And, you know...
(sighs)
...for those 40 minutes,
it was like...
I wasn't in here at all.
Did anything come of it?
Did you make any connections?
No.
(sighs)
(wheels rolling on floor)
(elevator doors closing)
(elevator whirring)
(elevator door opening)
(elevator door closing,
elevator whirring)
(elevator door opening)
There's nothing left.
It's all gone, man.
You guys are done!
(singsongy):
It's all gone.
Just have the office furniture
guy give me a call
when you get to the warehouse
with a figure, all right?
This mine or this yours?
Well, that depends.
Who are you?
My name is Simon Burwell.
I own Tesseract Industrial.
Ah.
You are?
My name's Joe Dubois.
That's yours.
Just make sure you turn off all
the lights when you're done.
Where are you going?
Oh, I've been told I have
to hire a really good lawyer
so I can make you pay
through the nose
when you try to
settle with me.
What if I don't want
to settle with you?
What if I want to honor your
contract, have you work for me?
My wife put you up to this?
I mean, frankly, I could
hire a mediocre engineer
at half what you're
going to cost me
to see this project
through to market,
but I'd rather have
a great engineer.
You know, I'd rather
have the guy
who cooked
the whole thing up.
I hear a "but"
in there.
Where's the "but"?
No, no. No "buts."
None of consequence, anyways.
How do you feel
about the ocean?
You're going to drown me if
I don't come work for you?
(laughs)
We're in San Diego, Joe.
We're all in San Diego.
It's beautiful.
You know,
it's where we started,
and it's, uh,
it's where we're staying,
and it's where
you gotta be
if you want to stay
with your baby.
I've got a daughter who's
halfway through high school.
My wife works for
the local DA.
We have great schools.
I don't know what kind
of work your wife does,
but if she's good, we could
throw our weight around,
we could make some calls.
We're a big presence
in San Diego.
It's not that simple.
It is.
We'll buy your house here.
We'll help you find
a house there.
You know, we do this
all the time.
Did I mention the ocean?
Special delivery
for Mrs. Dubois.
What's this?
It's all the files
on the Bethany Simmons' kidnap
from 11 years ago;
I thought maybe you'd want
to look through those.
Thanks.
I appreciate this.
I appreciate all of this,
especially knowing how busy
you are running around
looking for that hothead,
Christopher Sipes' wife.
Manny didn't tell you?
All that went away.
Ol' hothead phoned
this morning.
Turns out the wife's okay.
She called him last night
from a resort in Ixtapa, Mexico.
Just felt the two of them
needed a little break.
Are you saying that this woman
left the country
without telling her husband?
That so hard to believe?
You met the guy.
Frankly, I think
she showed remarkable restraint
by staying
in the same hemisphere.
Hello?
I'm home.
It's about time.
Your dinner's in the fridge.
Ah...
Where've you been?
I was about to send out
the Phoenix Mounties.
Mm, bookstore.
Mm.
Hmm.
(drop keys on table)
Who went to the Grand Canyon?
Nobody we know.
"I have your daughter.
"I will return her in exchange
for $2 million.
Contact the police
and she will die."
(shudders)
Yeah, ransom note.
Pretty cute, huh?
11 years ago,
Bethany Simmons' kidnapper
sent this note to her parents.
The police recovered
a partial fingerprint,
but they could never figure out
who it belonged to.
So he just got away
with $2 million?
Yup.
Ooh. What did you get,
a set of encyclopedias?
What's with all these books
on San Diego?
I met my new boss today.
What do you
want me to say?
Well, I don't know, Allison.
What do you want me to say?
A guy offers me a job
doing something that I
desperately want to do
at a time in history when
no one, no one is getting
offered any kind of a job.
And, yeah, holy crap,
there's a little, you know,
there's some inconvenience
and there's, you know,
some sacrifice involved.
No, you're right,
you're right.
All right, you know,
I'm sorry I brought it up.
Come on, that's not fair.
I mean, Ariel's going
to be a junior next year.
She's going to be... she's going
to be applying for college
in two years.
Okay, you're not saying anything
that I didn't say.
And, you know,
I have a job, too.
Do you think I forgot?
He said he'd help with that.
(laughs incredulously)
Uh-huh.
That's what I did.
I just... I don't think
that we can just say "no."
I mean, it might be a beautiful,
grand, wonderful adventure.
New house.
New climate.
New friends.
There are worse things.
No. I hear that.
I just...
I want you to sleep on it.
I mean, I want to sleep on it.
That's right, Mr. Devalos,
I, uh,
I just got off the phone
with her.
Mexico. Ixtapa.
What did she say? Um...
She said that
she needed a little bit of time
to think about us,
think about our marriage.
I don't know.
My head is spinning.
I'm upset.
I'm embarrassed.
I know, I made an ass of myself
in your office.
No, no.
You have nothing
to be sorry for.
I... apologize.
I guess the important thing
is, um...
my wife's just fine.
(gasps)
Wait a second.
Now you're telling me
that Christopher Sipes' wife,
Amy, has been kidnapped?
Yes, sir. And I'm almost certain
that she was taken
by the same man who abducted
Bethany Simmons 11 years ago.
The ransom note
is almost identical to this one.
And not only that.
I think that the kidnapper
may have recently
crossed paths
with Bethany Simmons.
I think he recognized her.
And I think he did
something terrible to her.
Well, this is all
very interesting, Allison,
except for one thing.
Christopher Sipes
has never contacted us
about any kidnapping.
Of course not.
He's afraid to.
Read that card again.
"Contact the police
and she will die."
SIPES:
This is ridiculous.
Amy is fine.
I discussed this
with you yesterday.
She's-she's in Mexico.
And we heard you,
but if, by chance,
she wasn't fine,
if, by chance,
there was something else
going on...
Well, there's nothing else
going on,
other than she's looking
for a little bit of peace,
little bit of solitude.
Then would you mind terribly
if we contacted her,
just to confirm that?
Yeah. In fact, I would.
The woman wants
to be left alone.
She's trying to decide
whether or not she wants
to be married to me, all right?
So, I think you two
would understand
that I don't want to upset her.
I don't want to jeopardize that.
If you'd like,
when she get back,
I'll have her
call your office.
So...
Unless there's anything else,
you guys...
Actually, there is.
We don't believe that your
wife is spending time alone.
We think she may
have been abducted.
We think the man
who took her
may have kidnapped
someone else.
Mr. Sipes, if you won't
involve the authorities
with your wife's case,
then it's far less likely
we'll ever know what happened
to this other victim.
I'm sorry to hear that,
but what do you want me to say?
My wife is not missing.
So there's no case
in which to involve you.
(TV playing indistinctly)
Hey.
I'm home.
You want to hear
something weird?
I want to the pizza store
and they were all out of pizza.
He gave me this
empty pizza box to take home
so I would stop crying.
(gasping)
Look, he tricked me!
That's not funny.
Bad Mommy, right?
Oh.
Ooh, bad Mommy!
Uh-uh.
Hey, honey,
where's Ariel and your daddy?
Well, Ariel's
in her room,
and well, Daddy's
packing for California.
Daddy's going to California?
California? I thought
we had this conversation.
Well, we said we'd
sleep on it, right?
Okay, so how
did you sleep?
I slept pretty soundly,
actually pretty good.
I woke up pretty much convinced
it didn't make a lot of sense
to work for a company
that was based in San Diego.
I mean, not if they were going
to make me work there, too.
You know?
'Cause we got our roots here
and the kids and the family
and your job and all that, so...
Okay, that's kind
of how I slept, too.
So why are you going
to California?
'Cause this guy
Simon Burwell called me.
I guess he didn't sleep
as soundly as we did.
Well, he didn't call.
His office called.
I guess he's, you know,
he's got a proposition for me.
He wants to buy me lunch
tomorrow in San Diego.
He sent me you know, a first-class
ticket and everything.
Okay, but if you're
not interested...
See, that is the difference
between you and me.
See, I suspect a lot,
but I know very little.
It's just a proposition.
I mean, there are almost,
like, no jobs out there.
How do I... how do I not even
listen to this guy?
I made it very clear
that this family is not moving.
Okay, so, just let him
woo you over the phone.
The whole trip is going
to take, like, six hours.
I'll be home before dinner.
Speaking of whh...
It's in the kitchen.
It's the round thing
in the square box.
Excellent. My favorite.
"I buried your wife an hour ago.
She has approximately
five minutes of air left."
(gun cocking)
Look, I don't...
I don't understand.
I did what you said.
I brought the money.
(gasping)
(doorbell ringing)
What the hell are
you doing here?
I'm sorry.
I just had to make sure
I got to you before you left.
Left? Left for where?
To pay the ransom.
You know what
I'm talking about, don't you?
Mr. Sipes?
Do you know who I am?
Do you know what I do?
I know who you
say you are.
I know what you
purport to be.
I already saw everything
that's going to happen.
The spot in the desert
where it all takes place.
The two green duffle bags
that you're going to use
to carry the money.
The kidnapper
is going to double-cross you.
When you give him those bags,
he's going to shoot you.
And he's going to leave
your wife there to die.
Please, let me help you.
Call my boss.
Tell him everything you know.
Do you know what I do
for a living, Mrs. Dubois?
I buy and I sell real estate.
I do it without lawyers, without
bankers, without brokers.
Just me.
Staring into the eyes of whoever
it is I'm doing business with.
And that's what
got me here.
Now, I'm not admitting
that someone has taken my wife.
But if someone ever did...
I'd look them in the eye,
ask them what they wanted,
then make the best damn deal
that I could.
Now, maybe they'd shoot me...
but I doubt it.
It's bad business.
There'no upside.
But you wouldn't
understand that.
That's why I live
in this big house
and you drive
that piece of crap that you do.
Now, get off of
my front porch.
(ringtone playing)
Hello?
AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have a collect call
from an inmate
at the Arizona State Women's
Correctional Facility.
To accept the call,
please press "one."
CYNTHIA:
She called!
Bethany?
Yeah. Bethany. She called.
Her parole officer gave her
the message and she called.
You're kidding.
What did she say?
Where has she been?
Off the wagon,
doing drugs, worse.
She wanted me to know
she was on top of it.
She started meetings yesterday.
She's 24 hours clean and sober
and she sounded pretty positive.
Well, that's great.
I told her that, um,
if she, uh, you know, felt like
coming by, I'd like to see her.
And, um, same goes for you,
if, you know,
you'd like to drop by and visit.
Of course.
Okay. I got to go.
Oh, Cynthia.
Thanks for calling.
Yeah, okay. Bye.
Mr. Burwell.
Sorry. Am I late?
No, no. No,
you're early.
Oh, good.
I'm just earlier.
Okay.
Please call me Simon.
Simon. Thank you.
Thank you.
Did I mention the ocean?
I just, uh... Oh, God.
I don't know how I'm going
to make this work.
It's a family thing, right?
Yeah.
Moving? I get that.
I just... You know,
I really hate the idea
of doing this without you.
I don't know what to tell you.
All right. Okay.
We're engineers.
We're supposed to
be problem solvers.
Solution brokers.
Let me... let me hit you
with a potential solution.
All right? You tell
me what you think.
Don't leave Phoenix.
My God, you're a genius.
Yeah, hold that thought.
What I meant to say was, um...
Don't have your
family leave Phoenix.
You know, they stay
put. You come here.
Like you did today.
You get on a plane.
You do your work.
Finish your work.
You get back on a plane.
So, I would work here for,
like, five days a week?
Yeah.
A lot of people do it.
Yeah, I know. I know
a lot of people do it.
I just... I don't think
that I could.
Being a husband and a father,
you know, just for weekends,
I don't think
that's going to work for us.
I don't think
that's going to work for me.
All right. Okay. Let
me reengineer this.
What if I said I want you in
San Diego three days a week?
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.
Then Monday, Friday you stay in
Phoenix, telecommute from home.
Tesseract will pay
all your travel,
set you up with
an apartment here.
And that way, you
see your kids.
See your wife.
And you get to finish
what you started.
And... And I will still
throw in the ocean.
(door opening)
JOE: I'm home!
Daddy's home!
Hey.
Hey.
I told you I would be
home before dinner.
Hey, what's
in the bag?
What's in the bag?
Oh, oh, oh...
San Diego?
I got one for everyone.
(dog barking)
You have to admit,
this man is twisting himself
into a pretzel
to make this thing work.
Okay, I admit it. Do
I have to like it, too?
Allison, this is a chance for
me to see this thing through.
To its completion.
And this means
everything to me.
No, I know that.
This could mean everything
to our future.
And it's a chance
for me to keep working.
I don't think you understand
how bleak it is out there.
No, I do.
Okay, then.
Well, tell me
that you're okay with this.
I'm okay with this.
Really? 'Cause you don't
look okay, Allison.
I mean, I really... I don't
think that you truly understand.
I understand. I understand.
Three nights and three days,
each and every week,
you're not going to be here.
And it's...
It's not that I'm afraid
that my life is going
to get that much harder.
I'm just sad about all
the things you're going to miss.
The homework you're not going
to be able to help with.
The tucking in,
the kisses good night
you're not going to
be able to give them.
But I get it.
I get all the rest of it.
You have a dream.
We got a mortgage to pay.
I get that.
And even though I'm sad
for them, and I'm sad for me,
I really am happy for you.
You just can't see that.
Or maybe I can't show that
to you right now,
and I'm sorry about that.
Are you awake?
(quietly):
N... No.
(sighs)
I'll miss you.
I already miss you.
Well, that's your own fault--
I haven't even left yet,
and you're already
acting like I'm gone.
Shut up.
(grunts)
(chuckles)
We'll tell the kids
in the morning?
Tell the kids
in the morning.
And it's good
news, right?
Not the going-away part,
but the job part.
Seeing something through
till its finished part.
It's good news.
So, what happened
with the girl,
the missing girl?
Did you find her?
Do you really care?
Yeah, I care-- I mean, I
care about you, so yeah.
I... I care.
Well, turns out she
never really was missing.
(laughs):
I was wrong.
Seems like I'm wrong
about so many things lately.
Mm-mm.
? ?
Hey, hey.
You all right?
You look like you
just saw a ghost.
Sorry.
You ever get that thing, um...
where you see somebody
really familiar?
For a second there in the dark
you just looked like someone
I used to know.
Somebody you like?
Yeah.
It was a long time ago, though.
I'm sure he wouldn't
recognize me now.
Yeah, I liked him.
I'm sure I'll
probably like you, too.
Oh, I'm certain of it.
You know, seeing you like that,
all wet, it's kind of sexy.
I was thinking
I might need a shower,
and a big, strong man
to soap me up.
Yeah. Let's do it.
How about you run on in there
and get the water going,
I'll be right behind you.
(shower running)
(shower turns off)
(shower running)
(laughs softly)
Christopher Dennis Sipes.
(gasps softly)
Would you just give me a second?
Hey, Allison.
What's with the armed escort?
They're for you.
So's this.
(unzips bag)
Clothes?
Cynthia,
the dream I told you about,
it happened.
Bethany crossed paths
with the man who kidnapped her.
Only he didn't recognize her;
she recognized him.
Allison, calm down.
I told you,
she called, she's fine.
No. No, Cynthia,
she is not fine.
She's in real trouble.
The reason that
she called you is,
she wanted you to stop
asking people where she was.
She didn't want
anyone to know.
Know? Know what?
That she had decided
to get even.
She got his name and address.
She kidnapped his wife.
Cynthia, once this man,
Christopher Sipes,
makes that ransom drop,
Bethany plans on shooting him
and leaving his wife to die
in a shallow grave.
I saw it, Cynthia.
Look, I'm worried
that he has already
gone to make the drop.
It-it's the perfect revenge.
She even has Sipes
making the drop at the exact
same place where
he buried her,
in the middle of the desert,
in the middle of nowhere.
And no one who worked
the original case
knows exactly where that was.
No one really knows.
Except Bethany.
And you.
(shovel digging)
(bird cawing)
(birds chirping)
CYNTHIA:
Bethany.
(bird cawing)
(laughs quietly):
Well...
long time, no see.
Didn't I just
call you in prison?
What the hell
are you doing here?
I had a pang of nostalgia.
I told the police
I'd be able to lead them
to a scene of a kidnapping.
I told them that, uh,
I could get the kidnapper
to come with me quietly,
stop her from making
a terrible mistake.
(bird screeches in distance)
Come on, Bethany.
You're many things,
but you're not stupid.
They've got sharpshooters
all around here,
behind every rock,
just waiting for an opportunity
to pull the trigger.
It's a win-win
situation for them.
As far as they're concerned,
you've buried a woman alive.
But we know
that's not true, don't we?
We know you'd never
let that happen,
not after what happened to you.
So give me the gun.
Give me the gun and tell me
where the lady is.
Why are you doing this?
You know that
he deserves to die.
Yes, and he will.
But not by your hand.
(cocks hammer)
You know...
when I shot
my daughter's killer,
I was so certain
of what I was doing.
But I was walking around
with this big hole inside me.
And I thought if I killed her,
it would all just go away.
But you know what?
(whispers):
I still miss my daughter
every day.
And I've still got
this hole inside me.
Now...
give me that gun, Bethany.
What about Sipes?
What happens to him?
Oh, he'll get what he deserves.
You know, he left a fingerprint
on that ransom note that he sent
to your parents,
and we can match
that bite mark
on his hand
to your teeth.
It's all over for him.
He already took your
mother and your father.
Don't give him you, too.
(whispers):
That's right.
That's my girl.
(sniffling)
Good girl.
(sirens wailing in distance)
Good girl.
(birds chirping)
(indistinct radio transmission)
ALLISON:
Well, they just found
Amy Sipes.
She was groggy,
but she was still alive.
She was exactly
where Bethany said she'd be.
I knew Bethany
couldn't hurt her.
Well, there's my ride.
Oh...
Thanks.
No,
thank you for...
for doing this.
Cynthia.
You have a parole hearing
coming up soon.
Yeah. My first.
Well, my boss
wants to go.
He wants to speak on your behalf
to tell the board
about everything you did here.
If that's okay.
Tell him to come on by
if he wants to discuss it.
Make sure he brings you
with him.
I don't know how to do it.
I don't know
how to fire these people.
I want to buy back my company
and my idea from you.
The business is not for sale.
Your idea is not for sale.
You are not for sale.
(phone rings)
If you're still interested...
I'll sell you back your company.
If you can get together
a couple
of million dollars, we can
figure out how you can pay me
the balance over time.
I'm Cynthia Keener.
I'm an investigator
with Ameritips.
I guess she's hoping
I'll be able to help her
with some of her cases.
According to this,
Cynthia Keener
had a daughter named Suzie
who went missing in 1998.
I had nothing to do
with her death.
If you think this is over,
you're wrong.
Suzie... it was my job
to stand up for her.
And now I finally have.
It's all right, Allison.
I've called
the authorities.
They'll be here
in a moment.
(bird cawing)
CYNTHIA:
You should have
that looked at.
Could leave a nasty scar.
(bag thuds on ground)
MAN:
You're late.
I was about to leave.
Oh, I'm not sure I believe that.
I think you'd have waited
as long as you had to.
It's all there. Unmarked bills,
just like you asked.
No tricks.
No transmitters.
Where's Bethany?
Down there.
(bird caws)
Oh, my God.
What have you done?
I buried her down there
an hour ago.
Figure she has maybe...
five or six minutes
of air left.
Bethany! Can you hear me?
(thumping)
Bethany!
Bethany, I'm coming!
(panting)
Bethany!
Can you hear me?!
Can you hear me?
I'm coming!
Bethany! Can you hear me?
(gasps)
and TOYOTA.
Moving Forward.
What do you think?
Professional or funereal?
(chuckles)
Definitely professional.
Professional undertaker, maybe.
(laughs)
You know what?
You look like the kind of guy
I would sell a company to.
Really? Well, that and
two million dollars
will get me a company.
Come on, you just need
more time to get the money.
Terry will understand that.
Today's the deadline.
I mean, it's not like I
have some of the money.
I don't have any of the money.
And the truth
is, even if I
do get an extension
I don't know where
I'm going to get
this money from.
Which tie?
Hey. (whistles)
Earth to Allison.
Uh... no. N-No tie.
Neither one.
Too much.
That's why I married you.
What are so taken with
on my computer there?
I had a dream last night
about Cynthia Keener.
A "woman in prison"
kind of dream?
(laughs):
No.
No, it was something
that took place a while ago,
and I just found
this old newspaper article
that makes it look like
it actually happened.
Do you want to share?
Do you really care?
No.
Fine, then ignore me.
(typing)
Hi. My name's Allison Dubois.
This is actually the third time
that I've called.
I'm trying to arrange a...
a visit with a prisoner
that you have there.
Her name's Cynthia Keener.
Yeah, I am calling
from a city phone,
but this is not
official business.
You don't understand my wife!
She checks in with me
three times a day;
I haven't heard
from her!
I'm a taxpayer!
I see...
This is a crime!
Look, all I know is,
my wife has been missing
for 12 hours, and nobody
is doing a damn thing.
Mr. Sipes?
Mr. Sipes, what?
DEVALOS: It's standard
police procedure
Uh-huh...
to wait 36 hours before
filing a missing...
SIPES: Don't talk to
me about 36 hours!
If I'd have backed
you in the election,
I am sure that the
National Guard
would be out there right
now looking for Amy.
Okay. Um...
I understand.
So, I'll just...
I'll just wait for your call.
Let me give you my cell number.
(knock on door)
Yeah, come in.
(door opens)
You okay?
Oh... you mean that little scene
just now?
I've been through worse.
Just not lately.
Who was that man?
I thought you knew.
That was Christopher Sipes.
Why do I know that name?
He's become a pretty big player
in downtown Phoenix
real estate the last few years.
Has his name
on a lot of buildings,
or on the signs
in front of buildings.
A real rags to riches story.
Although making a lot of money
hasn't made him any nicer.
Oh, and here's a shock.
His wife disappeared,
or so he says.
You think otherwise?
(sighs)
You're right.
Why would anyone leave
the charming Mr. Sipes
and not tell him
where they're going?
Nonetheless, I'm going
to ask Detective Scanlon
to run her license plates,
and check her credit cards,
do whatever we can
until the police can launch
an official search.
Is there anything
I can do?
Hmm...
(ringtone playing)
Hello?
AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have a collect call
from an inmate
at the Arizona State Women's
Correctional Facility.
To accept the call,
please press "one."
(beep)
CYNTHIA:
You don't want to see me.
Cynthia.
It's not like I have a lot
of great stories to tell.
Sun comes up.
Sun goes down.
I know because I watch
the shadows
travel across my cell wall
all day.
Now you know everything.
Why don't you save yourself
the trip?
I had a dream about you
last night.
Was it good?
Do I get out of here?
Lie. Give me hope.
I'm not going to tell you.
Not unless you let me
come and see you.
(jet flying overhead)
(sighs)
Sorry I'm late.
It's fine.
Actually, I'm not
going to be able to eat.
I only have
a few minutes.
You look anxious.
No, no...
Well, maybe a little.
It's gone, Joe.
I sold it.
That deadline wasn't one
I picked arbitrarily.
I needed to get your venture
off my books.
I explained that to you.
I felt I owed you the
opportunity to buy the company,
and had you been able to come up
with the money,
I'have happily
sold it to you, but...
here we are.
I didn't have much trouble
finding a buyer.
You should be proud, Joe.
You've built
an attractive little start-up.
Who's the buyer?
It's an outfit
called Tesseract Industrial.
Out of San Diego.
Coming on like gangbusters.
It's run by a fellow
named Simon Burwell
who's been
on a bit of a buying spree.
What happens to me, Terry?
Well, your contract is part
of the sale, so it'll be
up to Tesseract to either keep
you on board or pay you off.
Well, that's between
you and them.
Look... (sighs)
I know how much
this project meant to you,
and I know how painful
it must be to realize you're
probably not going to be able
to see it through
to the end.
My advice to you?
Get a good lawyer and make
them pay through the nose
when they
try to settle with you.
Money won't get rid of
all the pain, but it'll help.
Waiter?
Anything he wants.
(loud buzzing)
(indistinct chattering)
Thank you.
(loud buzzing)
(indistinct chattering)
It's wonderful to see you, too.
I wasn't sure what you wanted,
what you needed.
(inhaling)
You're going to make me the most
popular girl on Block C.
(laughs)
I've been dreaming about this,
and I don't know why.
First time I met Bethany
was when I pulled her
out of that grave.
I saw it.
The man in the mask.
The bite mark
on his hand.
The bite marks
were courtesy of Bethany.
The night he buried her,
she fought back.
She sunk her teeth in real deep.
She wanted to hurt him,
mark him permanently.
The way he did to her.
They never caught him,
did they?
What about the girl?
Did you keep in touch?
I heard some things.
Nothing good.
The parents
were quite well off,
before the kidnapping.
The two million ransom
ruined them.
The father committed suicide.
The mother started
drinking very heavily,
started taking drugs.
She fell asleep one night
behind the wheel.
Drove off a bridge.
I want to say Bethany was... 15.
And after that?
After that,
there were more stories--
foster homes, drugs...
maybe prostitution.
(sighs)
Listen, Allison.
I don't know why you're
asking me all these questions.
I don't know why
this girl is in your dreams.
And I don't know, for that
matter, why I'm in your dreams,
but I want to make one thing
clear:
I hate it here.
I pray every night
that it'll end.
I don't want visitors.
I don't want friends.
So, if you call me,
I won't answer the phone.
And I won't see you.
(ringtone playing)
(ringtone stops)
It's my husband.
Must be nice.
Bye, Allison.
(plastic bag rustling)
Thanks for the things.
(elevator bell dings)
(water running)
MAN:
It's open.
The concierge said
you were looking for someone
to show you around Phoenix.
He thought
I might know all the places
you were interested in seeing.
(water running)
You in the shower?
Need any help?
MAN:
Nah. I'm okay.
The donation for charity
is on the nightstand.
Can I get you a drink?
Don't worry
about me.
Just make yourself
comfortable.
(water shuts off)
(shower door slides open)
(towel rustling)
So, uh...
you're my guide?
Anywhere you want to go,
I'm sure I can get you there.
You won't be needing this.
(gasps)
(sighs)
I thought I told you.
I had another dream.
I don't care.
For God sakes! The
only freedom I have
in here is the freedom to decide
whether I want to see
other human beings or not.
And you've figured
out a way to take
that away from me!
Who do you think you're kidding,
telling them
this is police business?
This isn't police business.
No one's died,
nothing's been stolen.
Bethany has crossed paths
with her kidnapper.
Bethany recognized
the bite mark on his hand.
Cynthia, I think
this is why...
this is why I've
been dreaming about her.
I mean, she recognized him.
Who's to say
he didn't recognize her?
And if so, he couldn't just
let her walk out of the room.
I have been making calls
all morning.
She hasn't used
her credit card,
her cell phone.
She hasn't picked up
her mail in a week.
(sighs)
You know, Allison...
after you left the last time,
I used up
all my phone privileges
to try and get in touch
with Bethany.
When that didn't work,
I swapped all the
stuff that you brought
and bought myself
some more.
I called every old number
I had for Bethany.
Left messages.
I called every cop,
every parole officer,
every youth counselor.
And, you know...
(sighs)
...for those 40 minutes,
it was like...
I wasn't in here at all.
Did anything come of it?
Did you make any connections?
No.
(sighs)
(wheels rolling on floor)
(elevator doors closing)
(elevator whirring)
(elevator door opening)
(elevator door closing,
elevator whirring)
(elevator door opening)
There's nothing left.
It's all gone, man.
You guys are done!
(singsongy):
It's all gone.
Just have the office furniture
guy give me a call
when you get to the warehouse
with a figure, all right?
This mine or this yours?
Well, that depends.
Who are you?
My name is Simon Burwell.
I own Tesseract Industrial.
Ah.
You are?
My name's Joe Dubois.
That's yours.
Just make sure you turn off all
the lights when you're done.
Where are you going?
Oh, I've been told I have
to hire a really good lawyer
so I can make you pay
through the nose
when you try to
settle with me.
What if I don't want
to settle with you?
What if I want to honor your
contract, have you work for me?
My wife put you up to this?
I mean, frankly, I could
hire a mediocre engineer
at half what you're
going to cost me
to see this project
through to market,
but I'd rather have
a great engineer.
You know, I'd rather
have the guy
who cooked
the whole thing up.
I hear a "but"
in there.
Where's the "but"?
No, no. No "buts."
None of consequence, anyways.
How do you feel
about the ocean?
You're going to drown me if
I don't come work for you?
(laughs)
We're in San Diego, Joe.
We're all in San Diego.
It's beautiful.
You know,
it's where we started,
and it's, uh,
it's where we're staying,
and it's where
you gotta be
if you want to stay
with your baby.
I've got a daughter who's
halfway through high school.
My wife works for
the local DA.
We have great schools.
I don't know what kind
of work your wife does,
but if she's good, we could
throw our weight around,
we could make some calls.
We're a big presence
in San Diego.
It's not that simple.
It is.
We'll buy your house here.
We'll help you find
a house there.
You know, we do this
all the time.
Did I mention the ocean?
Special delivery
for Mrs. Dubois.
What's this?
It's all the files
on the Bethany Simmons' kidnap
from 11 years ago;
I thought maybe you'd want
to look through those.
Thanks.
I appreciate this.
I appreciate all of this,
especially knowing how busy
you are running around
looking for that hothead,
Christopher Sipes' wife.
Manny didn't tell you?
All that went away.
Ol' hothead phoned
this morning.
Turns out the wife's okay.
She called him last night
from a resort in Ixtapa, Mexico.
Just felt the two of them
needed a little break.
Are you saying that this woman
left the country
without telling her husband?
That so hard to believe?
You met the guy.
Frankly, I think
she showed remarkable restraint
by staying
in the same hemisphere.
Hello?
I'm home.
It's about time.
Your dinner's in the fridge.
Ah...
Where've you been?
I was about to send out
the Phoenix Mounties.
Mm, bookstore.
Mm.
Hmm.
(drop keys on table)
Who went to the Grand Canyon?
Nobody we know.
"I have your daughter.
"I will return her in exchange
for $2 million.
Contact the police
and she will die."
(shudders)
Yeah, ransom note.
Pretty cute, huh?
11 years ago,
Bethany Simmons' kidnapper
sent this note to her parents.
The police recovered
a partial fingerprint,
but they could never figure out
who it belonged to.
So he just got away
with $2 million?
Yup.
Ooh. What did you get,
a set of encyclopedias?
What's with all these books
on San Diego?
I met my new boss today.
What do you
want me to say?
Well, I don't know, Allison.
What do you want me to say?
A guy offers me a job
doing something that I
desperately want to do
at a time in history when
no one, no one is getting
offered any kind of a job.
And, yeah, holy crap,
there's a little, you know,
there's some inconvenience
and there's, you know,
some sacrifice involved.
No, you're right,
you're right.
All right, you know,
I'm sorry I brought it up.
Come on, that's not fair.
I mean, Ariel's going
to be a junior next year.
She's going to be... she's going
to be applying for college
in two years.
Okay, you're not saying anything
that I didn't say.
And, you know,
I have a job, too.
Do you think I forgot?
He said he'd help with that.
(laughs incredulously)
Uh-huh.
That's what I did.
I just... I don't think
that we can just say "no."
I mean, it might be a beautiful,
grand, wonderful adventure.
New house.
New climate.
New friends.
There are worse things.
No. I hear that.
I just...
I want you to sleep on it.
I mean, I want to sleep on it.
That's right, Mr. Devalos,
I, uh,
I just got off the phone
with her.
Mexico. Ixtapa.
What did she say? Um...
She said that
she needed a little bit of time
to think about us,
think about our marriage.
I don't know.
My head is spinning.
I'm upset.
I'm embarrassed.
I know, I made an ass of myself
in your office.
No, no.
You have nothing
to be sorry for.
I... apologize.
I guess the important thing
is, um...
my wife's just fine.
(gasps)
Wait a second.
Now you're telling me
that Christopher Sipes' wife,
Amy, has been kidnapped?
Yes, sir. And I'm almost certain
that she was taken
by the same man who abducted
Bethany Simmons 11 years ago.
The ransom note
is almost identical to this one.
And not only that.
I think that the kidnapper
may have recently
crossed paths
with Bethany Simmons.
I think he recognized her.
And I think he did
something terrible to her.
Well, this is all
very interesting, Allison,
except for one thing.
Christopher Sipes
has never contacted us
about any kidnapping.
Of course not.
He's afraid to.
Read that card again.
"Contact the police
and she will die."
SIPES:
This is ridiculous.
Amy is fine.
I discussed this
with you yesterday.
She's-she's in Mexico.
And we heard you,
but if, by chance,
she wasn't fine,
if, by chance,
there was something else
going on...
Well, there's nothing else
going on,
other than she's looking
for a little bit of peace,
little bit of solitude.
Then would you mind terribly
if we contacted her,
just to confirm that?
Yeah. In fact, I would.
The woman wants
to be left alone.
She's trying to decide
whether or not she wants
to be married to me, all right?
So, I think you two
would understand
that I don't want to upset her.
I don't want to jeopardize that.
If you'd like,
when she get back,
I'll have her
call your office.
So...
Unless there's anything else,
you guys...
Actually, there is.
We don't believe that your
wife is spending time alone.
We think she may
have been abducted.
We think the man
who took her
may have kidnapped
someone else.
Mr. Sipes, if you won't
involve the authorities
with your wife's case,
then it's far less likely
we'll ever know what happened
to this other victim.
I'm sorry to hear that,
but what do you want me to say?
My wife is not missing.
So there's no case
in which to involve you.
(TV playing indistinctly)
Hey.
I'm home.
You want to hear
something weird?
I want to the pizza store
and they were all out of pizza.
He gave me this
empty pizza box to take home
so I would stop crying.
(gasping)
Look, he tricked me!
That's not funny.
Bad Mommy, right?
Oh.
Ooh, bad Mommy!
Uh-uh.
Hey, honey,
where's Ariel and your daddy?
Well, Ariel's
in her room,
and well, Daddy's
packing for California.
Daddy's going to California?
California? I thought
we had this conversation.
Well, we said we'd
sleep on it, right?
Okay, so how
did you sleep?
I slept pretty soundly,
actually pretty good.
I woke up pretty much convinced
it didn't make a lot of sense
to work for a company
that was based in San Diego.
I mean, not if they were going
to make me work there, too.
You know?
'Cause we got our roots here
and the kids and the family
and your job and all that, so...
Okay, that's kind
of how I slept, too.
So why are you going
to California?
'Cause this guy
Simon Burwell called me.
I guess he didn't sleep
as soundly as we did.
Well, he didn't call.
His office called.
I guess he's, you know,
he's got a proposition for me.
He wants to buy me lunch
tomorrow in San Diego.
He sent me you know, a first-class
ticket and everything.
Okay, but if you're
not interested...
See, that is the difference
between you and me.
See, I suspect a lot,
but I know very little.
It's just a proposition.
I mean, there are almost,
like, no jobs out there.
How do I... how do I not even
listen to this guy?
I made it very clear
that this family is not moving.
Okay, so, just let him
woo you over the phone.
The whole trip is going
to take, like, six hours.
I'll be home before dinner.
Speaking of whh...
It's in the kitchen.
It's the round thing
in the square box.
Excellent. My favorite.
"I buried your wife an hour ago.
She has approximately
five minutes of air left."
(gun cocking)
Look, I don't...
I don't understand.
I did what you said.
I brought the money.
(gasping)
(doorbell ringing)
What the hell are
you doing here?
I'm sorry.
I just had to make sure
I got to you before you left.
Left? Left for where?
To pay the ransom.
You know what
I'm talking about, don't you?
Mr. Sipes?
Do you know who I am?
Do you know what I do?
I know who you
say you are.
I know what you
purport to be.
I already saw everything
that's going to happen.
The spot in the desert
where it all takes place.
The two green duffle bags
that you're going to use
to carry the money.
The kidnapper
is going to double-cross you.
When you give him those bags,
he's going to shoot you.
And he's going to leave
your wife there to die.
Please, let me help you.
Call my boss.
Tell him everything you know.
Do you know what I do
for a living, Mrs. Dubois?
I buy and I sell real estate.
I do it without lawyers, without
bankers, without brokers.
Just me.
Staring into the eyes of whoever
it is I'm doing business with.
And that's what
got me here.
Now, I'm not admitting
that someone has taken my wife.
But if someone ever did...
I'd look them in the eye,
ask them what they wanted,
then make the best damn deal
that I could.
Now, maybe they'd shoot me...
but I doubt it.
It's bad business.
There'no upside.
But you wouldn't
understand that.
That's why I live
in this big house
and you drive
that piece of crap that you do.
Now, get off of
my front porch.
(ringtone playing)
Hello?
AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have a collect call
from an inmate
at the Arizona State Women's
Correctional Facility.
To accept the call,
please press "one."
CYNTHIA:
She called!
Bethany?
Yeah. Bethany. She called.
Her parole officer gave her
the message and she called.
You're kidding.
What did she say?
Where has she been?
Off the wagon,
doing drugs, worse.
She wanted me to know
she was on top of it.
She started meetings yesterday.
She's 24 hours clean and sober
and she sounded pretty positive.
Well, that's great.
I told her that, um,
if she, uh, you know, felt like
coming by, I'd like to see her.
And, um, same goes for you,
if, you know,
you'd like to drop by and visit.
Of course.
Okay. I got to go.
Oh, Cynthia.
Thanks for calling.
Yeah, okay. Bye.
Mr. Burwell.
Sorry. Am I late?
No, no. No,
you're early.
Oh, good.
I'm just earlier.
Okay.
Please call me Simon.
Simon. Thank you.
Thank you.
Did I mention the ocean?
I just, uh... Oh, God.
I don't know how I'm going
to make this work.
It's a family thing, right?
Yeah.
Moving? I get that.
I just... You know,
I really hate the idea
of doing this without you.
I don't know what to tell you.
All right. Okay.
We're engineers.
We're supposed to
be problem solvers.
Solution brokers.
Let me... let me hit you
with a potential solution.
All right? You tell
me what you think.
Don't leave Phoenix.
My God, you're a genius.
Yeah, hold that thought.
What I meant to say was, um...
Don't have your
family leave Phoenix.
You know, they stay
put. You come here.
Like you did today.
You get on a plane.
You do your work.
Finish your work.
You get back on a plane.
So, I would work here for,
like, five days a week?
Yeah.
A lot of people do it.
Yeah, I know. I know
a lot of people do it.
I just... I don't think
that I could.
Being a husband and a father,
you know, just for weekends,
I don't think
that's going to work for us.
I don't think
that's going to work for me.
All right. Okay. Let
me reengineer this.
What if I said I want you in
San Diego three days a week?
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.
Then Monday, Friday you stay in
Phoenix, telecommute from home.
Tesseract will pay
all your travel,
set you up with
an apartment here.
And that way, you
see your kids.
See your wife.
And you get to finish
what you started.
And... And I will still
throw in the ocean.
(door opening)
JOE: I'm home!
Daddy's home!
Hey.
Hey.
I told you I would be
home before dinner.
Hey, what's
in the bag?
What's in the bag?
Oh, oh, oh...
San Diego?
I got one for everyone.
(dog barking)
You have to admit,
this man is twisting himself
into a pretzel
to make this thing work.
Okay, I admit it. Do
I have to like it, too?
Allison, this is a chance for
me to see this thing through.
To its completion.
And this means
everything to me.
No, I know that.
This could mean everything
to our future.
And it's a chance
for me to keep working.
I don't think you understand
how bleak it is out there.
No, I do.
Okay, then.
Well, tell me
that you're okay with this.
I'm okay with this.
Really? 'Cause you don't
look okay, Allison.
I mean, I really... I don't
think that you truly understand.
I understand. I understand.
Three nights and three days,
each and every week,
you're not going to be here.
And it's...
It's not that I'm afraid
that my life is going
to get that much harder.
I'm just sad about all
the things you're going to miss.
The homework you're not going
to be able to help with.
The tucking in,
the kisses good night
you're not going to
be able to give them.
But I get it.
I get all the rest of it.
You have a dream.
We got a mortgage to pay.
I get that.
And even though I'm sad
for them, and I'm sad for me,
I really am happy for you.
You just can't see that.
Or maybe I can't show that
to you right now,
and I'm sorry about that.
Are you awake?
(quietly):
N... No.
(sighs)
I'll miss you.
I already miss you.
Well, that's your own fault--
I haven't even left yet,
and you're already
acting like I'm gone.
Shut up.
(grunts)
(chuckles)
We'll tell the kids
in the morning?
Tell the kids
in the morning.
And it's good
news, right?
Not the going-away part,
but the job part.
Seeing something through
till its finished part.
It's good news.
So, what happened
with the girl,
the missing girl?
Did you find her?
Do you really care?
Yeah, I care-- I mean, I
care about you, so yeah.
I... I care.
Well, turns out she
never really was missing.
(laughs):
I was wrong.
Seems like I'm wrong
about so many things lately.
Mm-mm.
? ?
Hey, hey.
You all right?
You look like you
just saw a ghost.
Sorry.
You ever get that thing, um...
where you see somebody
really familiar?
For a second there in the dark
you just looked like someone
I used to know.
Somebody you like?
Yeah.
It was a long time ago, though.
I'm sure he wouldn't
recognize me now.
Yeah, I liked him.
I'm sure I'll
probably like you, too.
Oh, I'm certain of it.
You know, seeing you like that,
all wet, it's kind of sexy.
I was thinking
I might need a shower,
and a big, strong man
to soap me up.
Yeah. Let's do it.
How about you run on in there
and get the water going,
I'll be right behind you.
(shower running)
(shower turns off)
(shower running)
(laughs softly)
Christopher Dennis Sipes.
(gasps softly)
Would you just give me a second?
Hey, Allison.
What's with the armed escort?
They're for you.
So's this.
(unzips bag)
Clothes?
Cynthia,
the dream I told you about,
it happened.
Bethany crossed paths
with the man who kidnapped her.
Only he didn't recognize her;
she recognized him.
Allison, calm down.
I told you,
she called, she's fine.
No. No, Cynthia,
she is not fine.
She's in real trouble.
The reason that
she called you is,
she wanted you to stop
asking people where she was.
She didn't want
anyone to know.
Know? Know what?
That she had decided
to get even.
She got his name and address.
She kidnapped his wife.
Cynthia, once this man,
Christopher Sipes,
makes that ransom drop,
Bethany plans on shooting him
and leaving his wife to die
in a shallow grave.
I saw it, Cynthia.
Look, I'm worried
that he has already
gone to make the drop.
It-it's the perfect revenge.
She even has Sipes
making the drop at the exact
same place where
he buried her,
in the middle of the desert,
in the middle of nowhere.
And no one who worked
the original case
knows exactly where that was.
No one really knows.
Except Bethany.
And you.
(shovel digging)
(bird cawing)
(birds chirping)
CYNTHIA:
Bethany.
(bird cawing)
(laughs quietly):
Well...
long time, no see.
Didn't I just
call you in prison?
What the hell
are you doing here?
I had a pang of nostalgia.
I told the police
I'd be able to lead them
to a scene of a kidnapping.
I told them that, uh,
I could get the kidnapper
to come with me quietly,
stop her from making
a terrible mistake.
(bird screeches in distance)
Come on, Bethany.
You're many things,
but you're not stupid.
They've got sharpshooters
all around here,
behind every rock,
just waiting for an opportunity
to pull the trigger.
It's a win-win
situation for them.
As far as they're concerned,
you've buried a woman alive.
But we know
that's not true, don't we?
We know you'd never
let that happen,
not after what happened to you.
So give me the gun.
Give me the gun and tell me
where the lady is.
Why are you doing this?
You know that
he deserves to die.
Yes, and he will.
But not by your hand.
(cocks hammer)
You know...
when I shot
my daughter's killer,
I was so certain
of what I was doing.
But I was walking around
with this big hole inside me.
And I thought if I killed her,
it would all just go away.
But you know what?
(whispers):
I still miss my daughter
every day.
And I've still got
this hole inside me.
Now...
give me that gun, Bethany.
What about Sipes?
What happens to him?
Oh, he'll get what he deserves.
You know, he left a fingerprint
on that ransom note that he sent
to your parents,
and we can match
that bite mark
on his hand
to your teeth.
It's all over for him.
He already took your
mother and your father.
Don't give him you, too.
(whispers):
That's right.
That's my girl.
(sniffling)
Good girl.
(sirens wailing in distance)
Good girl.
(birds chirping)
(indistinct radio transmission)
ALLISON:
Well, they just found
Amy Sipes.
She was groggy,
but she was still alive.
She was exactly
where Bethany said she'd be.
I knew Bethany
couldn't hurt her.
Well, there's my ride.
Oh...
Thanks.
No,
thank you for...
for doing this.
Cynthia.
You have a parole hearing
coming up soon.
Yeah. My first.
Well, my boss
wants to go.
He wants to speak on your behalf
to tell the board
about everything you did here.
If that's okay.
Tell him to come on by
if he wants to discuss it.
Make sure he brings you
with him.