Medium (2005–2011): Season 6, Episode 17 - There Will Be Blood... Type A - full transcript

Hi honey, it's me,

you know, I've done with my
phiscal and I'm back at work.

Doctor said I look good.

Although, I must be getting older.

She said she wants me to start
doing an annual mammogram.

Really? You never done one of those?

It's cute.

Getting old is a bitch.

There she is.

I was wondering when you
were going to show up.

I'm sorry.



Do I know you?

Of course you do.

You've worked for me for years.

It's me, Manuel.

District Attorney Devalos.

Duck!

You're out of there!

You like office dodge ball?

'Cause I'm picking you for my team.

I pick Allison!

So, what do you think?

Of what?

Of this.

It's the ultimate wish fulfillment.



You're anxious about getting older,

so you dream you're a child again.

No mammogram for you,
no colonoscopy for me.

Oh, and check out the hairline.

So, wait.

This is a dream?

And I'm dreaming it just to feel better?

Hey, that's what dreams are for.

To make you feel good.

You know what? You're right.

I think I'd forgotten.

Dreams should be fun.

They should make you feel good.

So this is how you use your gift?

Are you talking to me?

This
dream--

it's so... frivolous.

Frivolous?

Well, I don't know.

It does make me feel good.

It is fun.

I mean, that's what
dreams are for, right?

To make you feel good?

How can you be so
preoccupied with feeling good

when life is so bad?

Wait a second.

Is it?

Is life so bad?

It is for me.

Hey, you, you okay over there?

Huh? Yeah. Yeah. No.

I'm fine. I just... I had a bad dream.

Well, don't worry, dear.

I'm right here beside you.

Not.

Medium 617

Hi, Joe.

I remember you.

I'm glad that somebody knows who I am.

I am so tired, I got in
the car to drive home,

and I actually had to stop

and think for a minute where we lived.

It's not even 5:30.

What are you doing up?

Paying bills.

Had a bad dream.

Couldn't sleep.

Kind of lonely in there.

Well, I'm home now.

For four whole hours almost.

I have to be back at the office by 9:00.

What is with all these crazy hours?

Isn't Keith a one-man band?

Isn't he the guy who
doesn't need anybody's help?

Yeah, that was yesterday.

This is today.

Today, I think that the genius
may have finally met his match.

Burroughs-Strauss sold the government

a new high-tech drone.

But it doesn't work
without a new, lighter fuel.

Unfortunately, this new, lighter fuel

has yet to be invented.

That was supposed to be Keith's job

and so far, Keith has come up empty.

So, now he needs his seven dwarfs.

Well, I can't speak
for the other six guys,

but he sure is learning
on sleepy here... a lot.

Glad you're here.

Maybe you can make sense of this.

Well, I'll do my best.

But tell me something,
there's a coroner's van

full of people sitting
out in front of this house.

How about we invite
them in to do their work?

It's okay. Let them drink their coffee.

I think you need to see this first.

What a mess.

Tell me about it.

He, they, them-- busted
in through that window.

Somehow managed to turn
off the burglar alarm.

Then, uh, did whatever it is

they were trying to do in here.

I'm going to need you to
put on some fresh booties.

I don't understand, Lee.
Where are you taking us?

This all looks pristine.

Are you sure they even came
this far into the house?

Pretty sure, yeah.

Help me out here, Lee.
What are we looking at?

You're looking at the Prescotts.

Martin, a research chemist.

Irene,
stay-at-home mom.

Jason and Emily,

a couple of well-liked
honor roll students.

I don't get it.

Why are they just sitting there?

Are they real?

Real dead. Yeah.

What the hell happened here, Lee?

Well, I can only tell you what I know,

and that's not much.

There are injection marks
on all of their necks.

We're thinking that
the killer or killers

crept in while the family
slept and incapacitated them

one by one with some kind
of fast-acting poison.

Then he drained their blood.

- Drained their blood?
- Then he dressed them

or, uh, redressed them,

and then he posed them here.

Like this.

I'm sorry, you're
telling me that there's

four bodies' worth of blood
somewhere in this house?

Actually, no. We couldn't find

a single drop of blood
in the entire place.

That doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, it does if he
took the blood with him.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

What's going on?

Uh, well, nobody quite knows what to do.

About what? He told us

to meet him in his office at 9:00

- and it's six minutes past 9:00. Come on. Let'
- Slow down.

You might want to take a peek
inside before you go charging in.

All right, well, I guess
we've got to wake him up.

Uh, no, thank you.

I've seen The Hurt Locker.

I know how this ends.

Brian, you're being ridiculous.

Come on. We're under a deadline.

He's under a deadline.

He'd want us to wake him up.

We're talking about Keith here.

This guy was eccentric

before he couldn't turn water into wine.

Now that he's under all this
pressure with this fuel project,

he's downright certifiable.

Come on.

You want to go in there
and wake him up, go ahead.

Me? I'm staying right here
outside the blast zone.

Okay.

Besides, you bring him back to life,

he may want us all to
do some actual work.

God forbid.

Joe, that's not what I signed on for.

That's not what any of us signed on for.

Keith, it's 9:00.

Keith?

Hello?

It's time to wake up!

- Yes?
- Good morning.

This is your wake-up call.

Wake-up call? What are you...

What are you talking
about? I'm not asleep.

I-I'm in the middle
of a solution here...

How long have you been sitting there?

Just a couple of minutes.

Uh, don't, uh, take offense,

but you look like hell.

Do you want to just go
home, shower up a little bit?

Take a moment.

I can keep things moving along here.

There's, there's, there's no time.

Plus, I'm fine.

I just, I just need to
find a clear channel.

Excuse me?

A clear channel.

Look, the brain is an
amazing piece of engineering.

It's a freakin' phenomenal synthesis
of chemistry and electronics,

and sometimes the chemistry
is a little bit off

or the electronics
aren't firing correctly,

and I think that that's
what's going on right now.

Okay.

'Cause I can,

I can see the solution to this thing.

It's-it's-it's basically
just constructing something,

but with fewer molecules.

And I know how to do that,

but every time I try, it's...

I just can't get a clear channel.

It's-it's like I can't
get the picture right

inside of my brain.

Okay, well,

there's a, uh, whole bunch of
people waiting outside your door

who'd love to help you with that.

You mean "the clods"?

They're not clods.

They want to help.

They're operating on
little or no sleep, too.

They know you're smarter than they are.

We all know you're smarter than we are.

We just want you to
tell us what you need.

I need them

to stop trying to do
as little as possible

for as much reward as possible.

I need everyone to open their minds

to unexplored possibilities.

Okay, well, why don't
we get them in here

and get them going on that?

Come on in.

Okay...

Good morning, clods.

I'm still drowning.

Anyone have a life preserver?

What a shock.

Well, it's not a life preserver,

but I was working on
something last night

and, um, I looked at
it again this morning,

and I think it... I
think it's pretty good.

I know the solvent issue
has been hanging us up.

Um, I think the problem might
be there are too many hexanes.

Your channel isn't
clear either, my friend.

This will not work.

You haven't even read it.

I think it's pretty good.

Well, your thinking is flawed. Okay?

I've already tried it. It won't work.

Moving on. Uh...

How about you, guy?

Uh, do you have anything new for me?

Do you have anything old for me?

Riddle me this:

what exactly do you
do here at this company

besides consume time and space?

Uh, with all due respect,

I put in 17 hours yesterday

and just got back
from a four-hour break.

Time... and space.

Go home.

Excuse me?

Go home.

It's people like you

that make it hard for me
to get a clear channel.

You're using up all the air.

What, are you firing me?

Well, I don't really have a choice.

Killing you is against the law.

Whoa, Keith. Hey!

Go home!

Get! Be gone!

- Go!
- With pleasure.

Now, I hope that you people were
paying, uh, close attention to

what just happened there, okay?

There will be no free rides anymore.

You will help me.

Now,
this guy--

this guy gets to go home and be fired!

For the rest of you,
go back to your offices

and figure out a way to help me.

Figure out a way to help me!

So, Keith just fired him?

It's like he snapped.

Actually, you know, I think,

I think maybe he
snapped before any of us

even got into work this morning.

He was talking about
keeping a "Clear channel."

But then he chose Brian to go postal on.

I mean,

it's really kind of
scary how unhinged he got.

What is Brian going to do now?

Well, he's got 16 months
left on his contract.

I think he's going to sit at home.

Do nothing.

Cash his checks.

Well, of course, before
yesterday all he did

was sit at work and do nothing

and cash his checks.

Well, at least now he's
got an easier commute.

It's just nobody should
be humiliated like that

in front of their colleagues.

The irony was, the
whole day was a waste.

Nobody did any work.

Everybody's talking around on
eggshells with a pit in their stomach.

Still, you know,

as nuts as Keith got,

I still feel kind of sorry for him.

I don't think he's ever stared
down the mouth of failure before.

Girls, your dessert's ready!

- You want chocolate?
- Nah.

- Where's Ariel?
- Ariel?

You're not going to see that girl again.

She's on her new cell phone,

texting everyone she
knows about the prom.

Like what they're wearing

and who they're going with.

Yup... That girl's gone.

Mommy, there's a light in the TV.

Is that good?

Yeah.

Mom?

Aren't you going to sit?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Hey, um, guys, do me
a favor. Scoot over.

But, Mommy, you always
sit in the middle.

Yeah... change is good.

You know?

A little change is good.

Well, that was pretty awesome.

I mean, I never thought I'd get to
save someone in lifeguard training.

And, um, let me see...

Oh, I rushed for 680 yards this
past season on the JV squad,

which is way better than that guy.

And... I just put some pretty pimp rims

on my '02 Mazda Prot?

But can you dance?

Um, excuse me?

I want to know if you can dance.

I mean, you're pretty
and all and that's great,

but this is the prom
we're talking about.

If you want to be my
date, I need to know that

you're not going to embarrass
me on the dance floor.

Okay.

Yeah, uh, I think I can dance.

Show me.

Now?

By myself? Look...

Number Four, if you don't want to,

I'm sure that one of your competitors

would love to show me what he's got.

No, no-no-no,
it's cool.

I'll dance.

Is that what you had in mind,

'cause I also know a little ballroom.

No, it's, uh, it's fine.

You can get back in
line. I'll let you know.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

These are closed auditions.

You're really not
supposed to be in here.

So this is how you use your gift?

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Look, I'm having a really cool dream.

And I know that you popped
into my head for a reason,

but... whatever it is, do
you think it could wait?

I'm sorry. I don't think so.

Ariel!

Ariel, what's wrong?

Shh...

Honey, honey, honey, what's wrong?

This girl...

I never saw her before.

She popped up in my dream...

and she killed herself.

She put a gun in her mouth
and blew her brains out.

Oh, honey.

She seemed so angry at me.

She asked me if this
is how I used my gift.

What did she say?

- No!
- Mommy!

Girls, what's going on?

What's wrong?

I was having this great dream.

It was snowing right here in Phoenix.

And they called off the schools.

And everybody was going down
to the frozen lake to ice skate.

And it was so much fun.

But then, this older girl showed up.

She looked at me and she said,

"Is this how you use your gift?"

And then she just started walking,

walking right out into
the middle of the ice.

And everybody kept yelling at her,

'cause the ice was too thin.

But she just kept
walking until it cracked.

Then she fell in.

She just fell in. She was gone.

This girl-- she didn't
have black hair, did she?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I, uh, I
dreamt about her, too.

Whoa, well, wait a second.

Is that even possible?

It has to be.

I just dreamt about her, too.

I don't know. I don't get it.

Why are Ariel and Bridgette

dreaming about this young
girl killing herself?

I mean, I dreamt about her last night,

but it's not like I told them about it.

Al, you're all... you're
apples from the same tree.

Maybe...

Maybe they sensed what you'd seen.

I don't know. I don't understand.

Who is this girl?

Why is she so angry with us?

Al, for all we know, she's nobody.

You've never seen her before.

The girls have never seen her before.

Maybe she's not even a real person.

Okay, forget I said that.

Listen, Al,

I'm coming off an all-nighter.

I beg you... can we
throw a flag on the play

and resume this
conversation in the morning?

Begging is good.

This begging works.

Jennifer?

You still awake?

Yeah, I guess so.

You doing okay?

I mean, uh, this being your
first night and all, I...

I figured you might be nervous.

No, I'm okay.

My wife was telling
me that this is, what--

your third foster home?

Well, I want you to know,

I'm determined to make it your last.

If anybody bothers
you at your new school,

you tell me.

If my missus starts to
lose her temper with you,

now, you tell me.

I mean, if you want anything...

You need anything...

You tell me.

Does that sound good?

Good.

I'm glad.

So, listen,

if I'm gonna be looking out for you,

making sure you're happy,

I-I need you to look out for me...

...make sure I'm happy.

You got that, right?

Yes, I'm looking for information

on a Jennifer.

Sorry, I don't have a last name.

She's around 16 to 18 years of age,

but that's just a guess.

What do you mean there's
nothing you can tell me?

I told you I'm with the
district attorney's office.

No, I don't have a subpoena.

Well, fine, I'll get a subpoena.

What is this?

Who took this? Is, is this ours?

Is this a crime scene photograph?

Not the way that you mean it, no.

This came to us through the offices

of the Arizona Observer.

Apparently, our killers took pictures

and wanted to share them
with the Observer's readers.

This will be on the front
page of the newspaper tonight

and I'm sure it will make its way

onto all the evening newscasts.

And this message--
"More to come"--

it's written in blood, isn't it?

It's their blood--
the Prescotts.

According to the lab,
each letter can be matched

to a different member of the family.

But that aside, the photo
and the envelope it came in

were as clean as the room
where we found the family--

no prints, no fibers, no DNA.

Meaning we're exactly
where we were yesterday,

only now we're poised
to have a citywide panic

and we know that whoever did this

is planning on doing it again.

Yeah.

Keith, did you have the locks...?

- Mr. Burroughs.
- Joe.

Forgive me, sir, I didn't
realize you were in here.

I didn't realize anyone was in here.

No, i-it's all right.

Are you having a problem with something?

No, it's, it's... I-I
don't know, it's...

It'll wait till you two are finished.

No, it's okay.

If you have a problem, just spit it out.

No, it's, it's not a big deal, really.

It's just, uh,

uh, I just got back from
lunch and my office is locked.

My key doesn't work.

So, I just talked to Jason.

He said that he saw a maintenance
guy changing the locks,

and when he asked him about it

he said that, uh, you told him to do it?

That's right. I did.

I can't have you in there anymore.

Excuse me?

I can't have you sitting in there.

You may just want to stay home.

Really? Why is that?

Oh, uh, I noticed when I came
in very early this morning that,

that the ideas were flowing
very freely, very easily.

And, uh, and then when you came in,

there's something about you
being in that office that...

oh, everything just
started getting backed up.

But then when you went to lunch...

The flow came back?

It did, yeah.

I see.

So you think I'm-I'm...
constipating your thinking?

I don't think. I know.

This is a problem
that's easily solvable.

We'll just find Mr. Dubois here

an office that doesn't...
interfere with your flow.

At least until this project is done.

Super. Super.

Well, you look like you're
making progress here,

so maybe I'll just take Joe

and we'll go on a little office hunt.

Sounds good.

- Sound good?
- It sounds good.

All right.

Listen. Don't worry,

I'll get maintenance
back down here in a jiffy

to fix that lock, okay?

Well, wait a second.

What the hell was that all about?

Hey, the man thought you
were screwing with his flow.

What do you want me to do?

I need him. I need that flow.

It was surreal how
Burroughs just sat there

coddling Keith like he's
some sort of spoiled child.

Well, it sounds like
Burroughs is determined

to have Keith finish what he's doing,

no matter what it takes.

I know, but now I spend my day

sneaking in and out of my office,

living in fear that
Keith is going to walk by

and realize I'm still sitting in there

interfering with his clear channel.

Stopping up his flow.

I'm a grown man.

I feel ridiculous.

If that's Keith, tell
him I'm not leaving town.

I don't care how
constipated his brain gets.

Hello.

Oh, no.

Yeah, of course.

Text me the address.

What's going on? Who was that?

It was Devalos.

They found another family.

Same thing, they're all dead.

Blood's gone, posed for pictures.

He wants me to go take a look.

You're looking at the Andersons.

An hour and a half ago,
the lady across the street

saw a strange white van in the driveway.

She called 911.

Patrolman was here within ten minutes.

He found the family in here.

No mess in the kitchen this time.

No blood again either.

Hard to figure out how they
get it out of the bodies

without even a trace of it
appearing anywhere in the house.

But anyway, we're guessing
the killer or killers

just bolted as soon they
heard the squad car roll up.

Yeah, want to come over here?

Stop him! He's getting away!

Stop him!

Turn him around.

Let me see his face.

They processed her.

Brought her down for questioning.

Do we know anything yet?

Well, we know her name.

Jennifer Whitten.

We know that she's 17 years old.

We know she turns 18 tomorrow.

And we know she's homeless.

Turns out she's a ward of the state.

Or at least she's supposed to be.

She and her parents were in a
tragic car accident two years ago.

She survived, they didn't.

Since then, she's cycled
through three foster homes

before she ran away,

took to the streets.

Think I already knew that.

Excuse me?

I dreamt about her the other night.

I couldn't figure out why.

I still can't.

Well, let's see what we can find out.

So you can't tell me why

you were in that house tonight?

No, that's not what I said.

I said I won't tell you

why I was in that house tonight.

Have you seen those people before?

That's the Prescott family.

They were killed two nights ago.

Drained of their blood. Posed.

Just like the family whose
house we found you in tonight.

This ringing any bells for you?

I'm sorry. I don't
know what to tell you.

I've never seen these
people before in my life.

You're sure about that?

You know what? I'm going
to have you arrested.

You're going to what?

You heard me.

I may be poor, I may be only 17,

but I've seen enough television
to be pretty aware of my rights.

I want a public defender.

And I'm not answering any more
questions until you get me one.

Thoughts?

Young, female,
destitute--

she doesn't exactly fit the profile
of a serial killer, does she?

No, she does not.

And then there's all those
pesky unanswered questions

like where's the murder weapon?

What did she do with all the blood?

Where's the camera she used
to take pictures of her victims

once she posed them?

She's lying, by the way.

I saw that when she was talking to you.

She was there, standing inside
the first victims' house--

the Prescotts.

She lied when she said
she'd never seen them before.

You sure about this?

Well...

then I guess I send Forensics
back to the Prescotts

with a fine-tooth comb.

Hopefully they can
find something, anything

that connects Miss Whitten
to that scene as well.

Because even though we found her

hiding in the Andersons' home,

the truth is, while we have
a hell of a case against her

for breaking and entering,

there's no evidence whatsoever
that ties her to these murders.

I don't know about you
but I need some sleep.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Mr. Burroughs...

I was just...

I was just trying to
get back to my office

before Keith saw me.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Keith's not here today.

You're kidding?

Well, that's fantastic.

Well, I'm glad
somebody's happy about it.

Jenn?

You up?

I...

found this.

Somebody took, like,
two bites and chucked it.

Nicky, what if I told you

I know a place where we
could get some real food?

I don't know about this, Jenn.

This is a nice place.

Even the mailbox is nice.

They gotta have an alarm, right?

It doesn't matter.

I'll just bust a window or something.

It won't go off.

What?

I'm telling you it's
not a problem, okay?

So just keep watch

and, stay here, okay?

You dream things, don't you?

That's how you knew how
to get into those houses.

You saw him do it.

You saw him disable those alarm systems.

That's how you knew it was safe.

You were looking for food, weren't you?

Tell me I'm wrong.

I'm not telling you anything.

My lawyer said I don't have to speak

to anyone without him around,

so that's what I'm gonna do: not speak.

Okay.

Then I'll do the talking.

I know something about this.

I dream things, too.

Except in my dreams...

they usually come to me from
people who are already dead.

They want to show me something.

But your dreams seem to come
from someone who's alive.

It's as if you're seeing
things through their eyes.

What?!

The fact that this person
is on a deadly rampage

slaughtering whole families,
it doesn't matter to you?

People die every day.

What? The fact that they're
families makes it worse?

A family is just a thing
that you're part of,

and then you're not.

What do you want from me?

I want you to tell me what you see.

I see a lady who won't
take no for an answer.

If you change your mind...

I'm gonna give you my card

and my home phone number.

If you change your mind.

I won't.

Joe, you in there? It's Dan Burroughs.

Yeah! Sorry.

Hi, Mr. Burroughs.

You haven't seen Keith, have you?

Me? No, no.

I've been trying to avoid him, actually.

Something wrong?

Well, he's

sort of gone MIA, disappeared.

We're guessing he's gone off his meds.

His meds?

Keith is on medication?

He's supposed to be,

but now he's gone out
of touch, isn't here.

Doesn't seem to be at home.

He's supposed to co-lead
a presentation for

the Department of Defense on
this biofuels project tomorrow.

Yeah,

What's your tomorrow look like?

Do you have a suit?

Mr. Burroughs,

I consider myself a pretty smart man,

but I'm not a mind-reader.

Keith kept most of his work on this
project pretty close to the vest.

I wish I could help you out.

I'll send you home with
everything you need:

all the studies, all the trials.

Anything you don't understand,

my lab guys will explain
to you in the morning.

tomorrow afternoon,
I'm wagering you'll be

the second-smartest guy in the country

on the subject of ultralight biofuels.

Or at least you'll seem
like the second-smartest guy.

I appreciate this.

They just released her.

I'm sorry?

Jennifer Whitten.
They just released her.

I thought you'd like to know.

But I-I just saw her this morning.

I thought we were holding
her in protective custody.

She's a minor. She
doesn't have any parents.

They can't just...

She turned 18 today.

That, coupled with the fact

that we can't find even a
trace of Miss Whitten's DNA

at the original crime scene

means we just can't hold her any longer.

They've got her on
breaking and entering,

but the court isn't gonna hear
that until three months from now,

so her public defender filed
a motion on her behalf and...

Look,

I know you think she knows
more than she's admitting,

but there's nothing I can do.

She's back on the street.

I'm sorry.

No.

Hello?

Jennifer, is that you?

Are you all right?

What's going on?

Are you in a public place?

I know where that is.

Stay where there are people.

I'll come and get you.

Coming to get who?

Who are you coming to get?

Or leaving to get?

Allison?!

That's all right.

You'll tell me when you get back.