Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 1 - Bring Your Daughter to Work Day - full transcript

and I'm going into seventh grade
at Bates Middle School.

I'm taking a media class,
and my summer homework

was to create a movie
about someone I met

or an experience I had
this summer.

This is my video.

BRIDGETTE:
Before you meet our houseguest,
I want you to meet my family.

Go away.

This is my little sister,
Marie.

Or at least that's her eye.

I know you're probably
wondering

what the rest of her is like,



but it's okay--
you're not missing anything.

Bridgette, turn that camera off!

This is my older sister, Ariel.

She thinks she's God
'cause she can drive

and is kind of pretty
and got born before I did.

But I don't care.

She's leaving for college soon,
and then I'll be God...

if you don't count Mom and Dad.

Put that thing away!

(snoring)

This is my dad.

He falls asleep on the couch
a lot on weekends.

My mom keeps saying
not to wake him up.

It's not his fault
that he's so sleepy.



I don't get it, but that's
adult stuff, and it bores me.

And this is my mom.

She has a really cool job at
the district attorney's office.

Look, I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

And I'd really appreciate it
if you'd just leave my house.

Leave your house?

What kind of respect
for the dead is that?

Bad enough I can't
taste nothing.

Bad enough I can't change
out of this suit.

Bad enough I can't do nothing

about this unfortunate blemish
I got here.

And now I got to deal
with your bad attitude?

And this
is our summer houseguest.

His name is Tony.

And, oh, yeah... he's dead.

You see, my mom talks
to dead people,

and sometimes they drop by
to ask her things,

whether they're invited or not.

Have a little pity,
psychic lady.

How would you like it?

You're walking down the street
minding your own business

and a bunch of goons
sneak up behind you,

put a bag on
your head,

throw you in the trunk
of a car, and pop-pop,

next thing you know, you're
buried under an overpass,

never to be heard
from again.

Leave me alone.

You talking to me?

No!
No.

I just want names.

Tell me who did this to me.

I know you can do it.

I heard about you
from well-connected people.

No. I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

I just don't
help bad men.

Wait a second.

What makes you think
I'm a bad man?

You can tell
by just looking at me?

Tony decided he was going
to wear Mom down.

He'd stay as long as it took.

Classic, shmassic.

This movie's ridiculous.

Shh.

I don't even think
Jimmy Caan is Italian.

Is he still here?

My dad had the hardest time
with it.

The rest of us
thought he was fun.

And if you roll two sixes,
what do you call that?

Boxcars!

(chuckles)
Right again, sweetheart.

But the nights
were hard for him.

Ghosts don't sleep, you know.

Come on. What do you say
we put on a little music,

have a little fun?

Anyone got the password

so I can get the adult channel
on the cable?

TONY:
I don't think your
mother's ever

going to tell me
what I need to know.

BRIDGETTE:
She's afraid you'll find a way
to get even somehow.

She doesn't want to be
a part of anyone getting hurt.

I think I got to get out
of here, Bridgette.

There's some place
I'm supposed to be,

and I think it's time
I get there.

I'm going
to miss you, Tony.

I think you're
the coolest.

You know what?

I am the coolest.

You wouldn't happen to know
where your father keeps

his ATM card, would you?

And then, one day, we woke up,
and he was just gone.

Just disappeared.

I still miss him.

I thought that he was

the most amazing human being
I'd ever met.

And maybe that's why
I've decided that,

instead of starting
seventh grade today,

I'm going to embark
on a life of crime.

Oh, which reminds me...

Mom, I've got your car keys,
and I've got your wallet.

And don't worry.

Once I make it
over the state line, I'll call.

(gasps)

(groans)

You okay?

Yeah. No.

Just a weird,
stupid dream.

Bridgette, first day
of middle school.

Just makes me nervous.

Relax. It's going
to be fine.

It's school.

It's not like she's going to
be hanging out with criminals.

Where are you going?

It's still early.

I got to find my car keys
and my wallet.

♪ Medium 7x01 ♪
Bring Your Daughter to Work Day
Original Air Date on September 24, 2010

MAN: Look, I know the district
attorney is a very busy man.

CITY WORKER: You need to
make an appointment.

But you don't
understand.

All right? I...
I need help with this now.

I don't have time
to make an appointment.

I'm sorry, but if you
don't have an appointment,

I can't let
you through.

Why don't you
try the police?

The police won't do anything.

Excuse me, sir?

Hi. I-I'm sorry.

I couldn't help but overhear.

I... I work
for the district attorney,

and maybe I can help you.

MAN:
I don't know about this.

DISTORTED VOICE:
Come on, Walter.

You said your tooth's
killing you, right?

So do it. Come on, man.
Just yank it out of there.

I'll throw in an extra 20 bucks.

That's $30.
(coughs)

Okay, I've seen enough.
(man screaming over video)

This is just one of many.

There's got to be
a law against that.

Right? I mean, he's
humiliating my father.

He's getting him
to injure himself.

And then, if you
can believe it,

he puts these things
on the Internet

for other people to see.

I mean, that can't be right.

That's invasion
of privacy, right?

You're right,
it's terrible,

but I'm not sure
it's actually a crime.

I mean, your father's
an adult,

and he's taking money
for what he's doing.

But he's obviously impaired.

Look, we're not close.

I wouldn't let him live
on the street like that

if I were in his life.

If he would let me in his life.

But I... I can't just let people
do this to him.

How long has it been since
the two of you have spoken?

Uh... I don't know.

Ten years?

He's a troubled guy.

He's got his demons.

Can't you
find the guy

making these videos?

Arrest him or something?

How can he be
allowed to do that?

WOMAN:
We've just enough time

for one more
summer media project.

How about... Cameron?

I'm Cameron Berkley,
and I'm new to your school.

I just moved
to Phoenix this summer.

I wish I could tell you
about my old hometown,

but the FBI won't let me.

I guess that's just life in
the Witness Protection Program.

(chuckles)

(school bell ringing)

Your video was great.

Really?
I don't know.

Mrs. Hudson seemed
pretty annoyed.

Said I made a mockery
of the assignment.

Yeah, well, that's what
made the video great.

And I can see you like movies.

I love movies.

Especially science fiction
and anything by Kubrick.

Well, it was cool
meeting you, and...

thanks for
liking my video.

WALTER:
I don't know.

I ate breakfast
a little while ago.

DISTORTED VOICE:
So?

There's good protein
in there, man.

Come on, Walter, go for it.

Okay. That's enough.

I get the idea.

Yeah. Nice, huh?

And this one's
fairly tame.

I mean, there's-- ugh--
four or five

other ones in there
that... (sighs)

It's terrible--
it's disgusting--

but it isn't illegal.

As long as he keeps taking money
for it, it isn't illegal.

I don't think there's really
a lot that I can do for him.

Have you called
social services?

He's a regular at all the...
the shelters.

Beyond giving him
a warm bed for the night

or trying to convince him
to dry out,

there's not really a lot
they can do.

Oh.

("Thus Spoke Zarathustra" by
Richard Strauss plays faintly)

You hear that?

(music continues over TV)

Hey, Bridge, what
are you doing up?

You're supposed
to be in bed.

You have school
in the morning.

Oh, hi, Mom.

I'm just trying to watch
this old space movie.

(shuts TV off)

Why? Is it an assignment
or something?

No. There's this new kid
at school,

and he kind of
really loves movies,

and I think this
is one of his favorites.

He?

So, what do you think?

Actually,
it's pretty boring.

First, there
are these monkeys,

and then we're in space.

Eh. I got to be honest--

I've seen a lot better movies
about monkeys in space.

Yeah, well, I've actually
seen this movie before,

and it's...
it's pretty amazing.

It's pretty spectacular.

You just... you just have
to be patient with it.

You just have
to give it a chance.

I don't know.

I mean, I don't even know
who the bad guys are yet.

Well, you want me to
sit out here with you

and watch it for
a little while?

Sure.

(turns on TV, "Thus Spoke
Zarathustra" playing)

DISTORTED VOICE:
Walter.

Hey, Walter.

You still thirsty?

Come on, Walter.

Let's see you drink this.

I think-think I had
about all I need.

Yeah, well,
you're thinking wrong.

This stuff is special.

This stuff is the best ever.

Just one sip.

Come on,
you're gonna love it.

Got quite a kick,
doesn't it?

(coughing)

(coughs)

("Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
continues playing over TV)

Weird dream.

Wow. What
time is it?

Is it midnight?

Yeah, it's late.

Time for bed.

(crickets chirping)

Good night, Mom.

Night, sweetie.

(doors close)

JOE:
Bridge?

What are you doing in here?

It's the middle
of the night.

Go get in your own bed.

BRIDGETTE:
"Bridge"?

What are you talking about?

It's me, Allison,
and I am in my own bed.

JOE:
Whoa!

What do you mean,
you are Allison?

What do you mean,
"what do I mean"?

And why are you
looking at me like that?

How's a kid supposed
to get any rest

with all this
yelling out here?

Oh, no.

Mom, you look funny.

"Mom"?

Why are you calling her Mom?

Okay, what is everybody
doing in the hallway?

Mind your own beeswax and
crawl back into your hole.

Mom.

Ariel, just give us a minute
here to figure things out.

Dad, what is going on here?

I don't know, honey.
I just got here myself.

What's going on?

Are we having a family meeting?

Boy, you are dumb.

Mom!
Mom!
What?!

Dad!
Dad!

Yep, that's me.

Still.

What are you doing?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Uh, yeah, I... I completely
get the talking part.

It's the "I'm" part
that's, uh, throwing me.

I need to sleep on the couch.

Why?

Have you looked in a mirror?

You know, this is
one of those moments

where I could really
use your support.

You have my support.

You have it in heart,
in mind, in spirit.

Just... not in bed.

Excuse me.

Fine. You do
what you need to do.

I got to make a call, anyways.

Call? Br-- Allison.

What-- It's 20 past 12:00.

Who are you calling?

Devalos.

Before all this happened, I had
a dream about that man's father.

The one in the videos.

Someone tried to make him
drink rubbing alcohol.

That could kill him, you know.

Okay, okay, give me the phone.

Hey!

You can't make that call.
Listen to yourself.

You sound like...

Like my 12-year-old daughter.

♪ ♪

Okay, you want me to do it?

(dialing)

(sighs softly)

Holy crap.

What are you staring at?

We're all going to look
like this someday.

Ooh.

♪ ♪

Can I ask a question?

I don't know.

Can you ask
a question?

Of course you can
ask a question.

What are you guys going to do
about school and stuff?

Okay, so here's
what we're going to do.

I'm going to e-mail my boss,
I'm going to explain to him

that I'm not feeling well
and that I can't come in today.

Oh, and same thing
goes for you, too, kiddo.

No school today.

Yes!

Excellent.

Outstanding
thinking, Mom.

Oh, darn.

I have
my pre-algebra test today.

That's okay. That's not
a problem, because I will--

your mom and I will
write you a note,

and you can take
a makeup test.

Oh, no.

I have Mean Mr. Morris
for math this year.

He hates makeup tests almost
as much as he hates kids.

ARIEL:
Actually, that's true.

I had him.

He thinks that kids try
and cheat by skipping school

and then finding out
what's on the tests.

And then he makes
the makeup tests twice as hard.

Yeah, well, doesn't seem like
we have a lot of options.

Well, hold on a second.

Allison, you know math.

Don't you think
you can pass

a seventh-grade math test?

What are you talking about?

I think I know
what he's talking about.

You go to my school
and you take my test for me.

No, no, no.

That is not going to happen.

What-- no, it's
a great idea.

Listen, no one's going to
know that you're not her.

You don't have to stay
the whole day at school.

You just take the test,
and then you tell them

that you feel sick, and you
go down to the nurse's office,

and I'll come pick you up.

Or I could pick you up.

You can't drive.

Yes, I can.

I have a license with my picture
on it and everything.

No. No, you won't.

Because you're
staying right here.

And if you touch
either one of those cars,

you're going to be
grounded for life.

Understand?

Right.

But I still get to watch TV
all day, right?

(sighs)

(exhales sharply)

Can't believe
I'm actually doing this.

Ah, it's going
to be fine.

Um, do you want to
go over it again?

Yeah, maybe.

Homeroom number?

304.

Teacher's name: Mr. Hanley.

First period?

English. Mr. Wesley.

Second?
Art. Ms. Manson.

Third?

The main event.

Math.

I take the test, and then
I'm getting out of there.

(groans)

Yeah.

I guess I'll see you later.

You'll definitely
see me later.

God, I hated seventh grade.

(phone ringing)

(turns off TV)

(phone beeps on)

Hello.

DEVALOS:
Allison?

Maybe. Depends.

Who's asking?

It's Manuel.

Look, uh, I know
you're not feeling well,

but I thought
you'd want to hear.

After Joe called last night,

I sent some officers
to that alley.

They found the man
you'd dreamed about.

Unfortunately, they didn't
find him soon enough.

I'm afraid he's dead.

Wow. You found a dead guy?

Allison, you all right?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Other than being sick.

So where's the dead guy now?

Well, he's in the morgue.

Really?

Uh, am I allowed
to go look at him?

Of course you can
go look at him,

but I thought you were sick
and staying home.

Well, not if you order me
to come and look at him.

If you order me to come in
and look at the dead guy,

then nobody could really
get mad at me, you know,

leaving the house and maybe
taking a cab down there.

You know?

Allison, I... I'm really
concerned about you.

You don't sound like
yourself at all.

Does that mean
you want to see me?

Are you ordering me to come down
and see you and the dead guy?

Well, I don't know
how to answer that.

Only you know
how you're feeling.

I'm feeling like
that's an order.

So, let me ask you,
how does this work?

Do you have a lunch room
down there

or do I have to bring something?

Hmm?

(school bell ringing)

Nurse's office. Nurse's office.

Hey, Bridgette!
Bridgette!

Hey, been trying to
get your attention

ever since
the bell rang.

You mad at me
or something?

Me? Mad? At you?

Why would I be mad at you?

I don't know.

You just seem...
different.

Anyway, I brought in
some of those movies

we were talking
about yesterday.

I mean, if you wanted
to borrow them.

Oh.

Cameron.

Thanks.

That's really nice.

You're nice.

Isn't that nice
that you're nice?

I'm sorry that
I didn't pay attention

to you back there.

I mean, I'm just,
I'm not feeling very well.

And I was actually headed
to the nurse's office.

I think I'm going to
end up going home.

Oh. Well, you want me
to walk you there?

Do you actually know
where it is?

Sure.

So is it, like,
a stomach thing or a head thing

or kind of
an all over thing?

It's kind of an
all over thing.

Well, you think
it'll be gone by Saturday?

Boy, I hope so.

Good. 'Cause the original
Planet of the Apes is playing

at this old
movie theater downtown,

and my dad's
gonna drop me off,

and I was kind of wondering
if you wanted to go.

You're not saying anything.

Did you just ask me out?

Like, on a date?

Okay. Yeah.

I... I guess.

So, is it okay?

Do you want to go?

(elevator bell dings)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(sighs):
Hi.

You wanted to see me, boss?

Yes.

You remember Mr. Durant.

Yes.

No.

DEVALOS:
Um, you feeling
any better?

Your feet giving you trouble?

No, these shoes.

I mean, who
thought those up?

Some grown-up, probably
some boy grown-up.

I was just about to bring
Mr. Durant down to the morgue.

See if he's able to identify
the body of his father.

You know what your dad
looks like, right?

Yes.

Don't worry.
He can do it.

Would you like to join us?

To see the dead guy?

Cool.

GARY:
That's him. (clears throat)

That's my father.

(sighs)

It's the first time
I've seen him in...

I don't know-- it's
got to be ten years.

(sighs)

I just hoped he'd...

pull himself together...

get some help.

I'm sorry. This is hard.

It's okay, Mr. Durant.

You take all the time
you need, sir.

(whispering):
Hey.

That's not really
him, is it?

What are you
talking about?

He looks so phony.

You're not trying to
trick this guy, are you?

Allison.

(clearing throat)

Thank you, Mr. Durant.

Yeah.
(clears throat)

Uh, when they called to tell
me they found my father,

uh, they told me they thought
there might be a video

of whatever it was that happened
to him on the Internet.

DEVALOS:
It's true.

We're in the process of
having it taken down.

It's footage of an
unidentified man

paying your father to drink

from a bottle
labeled rubbing alcohol.

According to
the medical examiner,

the bottle was actually filled
with drain cleaner.

Oh, my God.

Now, because the man
behind the camera

misrepresented the contents
of the bottle,

we are treating this case
as a homicide.

MORGUE ATTENDANT:
Excuse me.

Ma'am, what
are you doing?

I'm sorry.

I just... he didn't look real.

(doorbell rings)

No key.

Where have
you been?

We've been worried
sick about you.

You are in
so much trouble!

I'm starving. What's for dinner?

Hey. We are talking to you,
young lady.

Your father just
got off the phone

with the district attorney.

You went to my office
today, didn't you?

Can't believe you
ate without me.

What your mother
is trying to say

is that you were supposed
to stay at home today.

That was the plan.
(scoffs)
What?

Mom's boss called me,

and he practically ordered me
to go down there.

Oh, no. In fact...

he told Daddy
that you were acting

like a crazy person
at the morgue today.

Sit down at that table,
young lady.

Daddy had to come
up with an excuse

that you were
on medication.

Bridgette,
how could you do that to us

when we specifically
told you not to?

Hey, look, I'm sorry.

None of this is my fault.

I didn't plan this.

How would you like
to be a 12-year-old

sitting at home
all by yourself all day long.

And by the way,
your job is boring.

Boring!

I mean, besides
the dead guy

and the... the snacks,
I would much prefer

to be at school
taking that stupid test.

So how did my test go, anyway?

(exhales)

Went okay.

Just okay?

No, I... maybe they've
changed pre-algebra

since I last took it.

Or added some new pre-algebra.

Well, either way,
I think I did all right.

All right?

I put goop all over my face and
you're giving me "all right"?

You better not have done
anything embarrassing.

Bridgette, what kind of a way

is that to talk to...
to her? Huh?

For your information,
I left right after third period,

so I didn't get a chance
to talk to anyone.

Oh, except that boy--
Cameron.

You talked to Cameron?

(sighs)
What did he say?

Nothing. Nothing
that he isn't going

to say to you
next time you see him.

Well, what does that mean?

Well, it means
that he said some things,

and I made him promise
to say them again

next time you see him at school

so that you don't miss out
on anything.

But... what if I don't want
to wait?

When am I going back to school?

When is this thing
going to be fixed?

You know I don't know
the answer to that.

Then, tell me what he said.

No. I really want you
to hear it from him.

Fine, then I'll call him.

You can't do that.
You don't sound like you.

This sucks.

Then, can you call him?

And what, ask him to repeat

the same things
he already said to me today?

Then, you should
just say them to me.

Just... tell me what he said.

(sighs)

He likes you.

He said that?

No. He said...

that he's going to a movie
on Saturday,

and he was wondering
if you could come.

And what did you say?

I said, "Ask me again
when I'm feeling better."

What? You couldn't just say yes?

Well, I knew that
was the first time

anyone had ever asked you out,

and I wanted you
to be the one to say yes.

But I'm not there to say yes,
and I may never be.

Bridge...

But what if he changes his mind?

And what if this thing
isn't fixed by Saturday?

You know, you guys
are yelling at me.

Mom spends three
hours in my shoes--

she completely ruins my life,
and you guys are yelling at me.

I-I don't know about this.

DISTORTED VOICE:
Come on, Walter.

You said your tooth's
killing you, right?

So do it. Come on, man,
just yank it out of there.

I'll throw in
an extra 20 bucks.

That's $30.
(coughs)

(groaning)

(with distorted voice):
Oh, my God.

That's so gnarly.

Best one yet, Walter.

You earned your money today.

I'm telling you, it was
Bridgette's friend, Cameron,

who shot all those videos
and killed that man.

JOE:
So, if I understand
you correctly,

our daughter is in love
with a sociopath?

It's not funny, Joe.

What are we
going to do?

How are we going
to tell her?

Well, I don't think
there's anything to tell her.

You've e-mailed all
the pertinent information

to the district
attorney,

and I think all we can do
now is just sit tight...

But I don't want
to just sit tight.

I mean, I think everything

that's going on right now
is connected.

Don't you see?

I think I had
to become Bridgette

so I could meet this Cameron kid
and find out who he truly is

and put a stop to all this.

ALLISON:
No. You're wrong.

Cameron would never do
any of the things

that you said that he did.

Sweetie...

No. Don't "sweetie" me.

All right.
Honey, come on.

Come sit down.

Let me tell you
what's going on.

Let me tell you
what I know.

No. I know what you know,
and you're wrong.

(door slams)

(school bell ringing)

ALLISON:
Hi, Cameron.

Do I know you?

Uh, no, but...

but you know my daughter,
Bridgette.

Did you know that the police
think that you, uh,

made all these awful videos
with this homeless man?

They think
that you...

killed him.

I even know this... this person

who said that they, uh,
saw you do it,

but, you know, she doesn't
know you like I know you.

Thing is, the police

take this person's word
really seriously.

So... you know,
you might want to be ready

if case they come looking
for you.

You might want to talk
to your parents or...

(car pulling up)

You know, you could tell me
that you didn't do it.

I mean, that's
a really good place to start.

(car doors opening and closing)

Oh, no.

SCANLON:
Cameron Berkley?

My name's Lee Scanlon.

These officers
are going to give you a ride.

We're going to meet
with you and your parents,

see if maybe you can answer
a few questions for us.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Figured you'd be down
with the flu or something.

Where are they taking him?

Uh, the computer guys
think they found a way

to link the kid to the videos.

Manny asked me to scoop him up,

bring him back
to the DA's office

so we could have a conversation.

If you're feeling up to it,

I'm sure he'd love you
to sit in.

DISTORTED VOICE:
Got quite a kick, doesn't it?

(Walter gagging, coughing)

(coughing)

I apologize for making you
sit through that,

Mr. and Mrs. Berkley, but I do
think that it's important

that you understand
the serious nature

of the crime that we believe
your son committed.

CAMERON'S DAD:
You're insane.

You all are.

If you think our son had
anything to do with...

Mr. Berkley, if I may.

My client has already told you
he doesn't know that man.

My client has already told you
he didn't make this video,

nor any of the others
you've alluded to.

So what are we
doing here?

Can you see my client's face
on the other videos?

Because I certainly can't
see it in this one.

In every video,
the person who made it

took great care
to keep himself off camera.

Then, I will ask you again:
What are we doing here?

Late yesterday,
our Computer Crimes Division

was able to trace the IP address
of the hard drive

the perpetrator used
to upload most of his videos.

Turns out they came
from a public access computer

at the Saguaro Branch
Public Library.

I assume that that library
is familiar to you.

I believe it's within
walking distance of your house.

Nine of the 12
videos produced

were uploaded at the library.

In each instance,
the computer was signed out

to one "Dave Bowman."

That's the name
of the lead character

in the film
2001: A Space Odyssey.

Your client
is quite the movie buff.

I have a copy
of Mr. Bowman's signature here.

(Devalos clears throat)

I have a strong suspicion
that if our handwriting expert

were to compare that to a sample
of Cameron's writing,

it would be a match.

What do you think, Cameron?

Would you like to give us
a sample right now?

Prove me wrong?

(softly):
I didn't kill him.

I'm sorry. I need you
to speak up, Cameron.

I didn't kill that man.

And I didn't make that video.

The county medical examiner
puts Walter Durant's death

at approximately 9:15
two days ago.

Can you account for
your whereabouts at that time?

I was home.

My parents were out.

I was playing video games
until about 11:00,

and then I went to bed.

(rock music blaring)

Yes!

He didn't do it.

I beg your pardon.

He's telling the truth.

Hey! You're innocent!

Allison, what
are you doing?

It's okay.
Seriously. I saw it.

He was playing
video games.

He's not the killer.

I'm sorry, Dubois, what do you
mean when you say you "saw it."

I saw it... in my head.

He was doing just what
he said he was doing.

DEVALOS:
Allison!

I... need to speak
with you... outside.

(groans)

Have you lost your mind?

Is that a trick question?

Allison, I kid you not,
if you and I didn't have
the history that we do

I would be firing you right now.

I don't understand.

Cameron is innocent--
that's all that really matters.

I don't know why
you're all mad.

Why? Because I don't happen
to think that he is innocent.

I think you actually had it
right in the first place.

Cameron Berkley
humiliated Walter Durant

for his own sick amusement,
and then he murdered him.

But none of that
matters anymore,

because you just destroyed
any chance I have

of making a case against him!

Why would you have
to make a case?

He was just playing video games,
like he said he was-- I saw it.

I even saw the time
on the clock-- it was 9:04.

Oh, that's great.

Did you also happen
to see a calendar?

Did you see anything at all
that would indicate

that it was 9:04 two nights ago

and not 9:04
any other night of the year?

Allison...

I'm at a loss.

You've basically announced
to that attorney

that you're the source
of the anonymous tip.

Now, it's not gonna
take her long to figure out

that you probably didn't
actually see any of this.

And don't you think
she's gonna have a field
day with that in court?!

So not only did you

make a liar out of me,

you told him and his attorney
that there was no real grounds

for investigating him
in the first place.

Forget about charging him, we'll
be lucky if they don't sue us!

Well, I'm sorry.

I don't think I would have
seen it if it wasn't true.

Allison... just go home.

I don't know what's gotten
into you these past few days,

but I'd rather you just
stay at home until it's past.

I can't go home;
I don't have a ride.

Wait a second, I think
my ride just got here.

(smacks lips)

(crickets chirping)

Fresh pajamas and a change
of clothes for tomorrow,

straight from
the lion's den.

If you want anything else
from Bridgette's room,

you're going to have
to go get it yourself.

After everything
that she's done today,

I can't believe that
she's mad at us.

I wouldn't go expecting
an apology anytime soon.

She's convinced her
would-be boyfriend is innocent.

Maybe I should
just go tell Devalos

what's really going on.

How do you think he would feel
about a 12-year-old

working in his office?

I don't know.

Do you think Bridgette's
school would be okay

with a mother of three
in seventh grade?

(doorbell rings)

Are you expecting somebody?

I'm 12-- who would
I be expecting?

Uh, hi. My name's Cameron.

I'm a friend of Bridgette's.

I, um, know it's late, but...

I was wondering if maybe
I could talk to her.

She was awesome.

Your mom, I mean.

She really
stuck up for me.

Mm-hmm.

That's the real reason
I came over tonight.

I had lied,
Bridgette.

I lied.

I did know the man
in those videos.

But I don't understand.

Why would you do that?

(sighs)

He used to panhandle
in front of this theater
I liked to go to.

I was coming out of
a movie one night,

and he asked me if
I had any spare change.

He told me if I
gave him a quarter,

he'd eat it.

I don't know why, but...
I thought that was funny.

I asked him why he'd want
to do something like that.

He just shrugged.

He said it was gonna be
worth the same coming out

as it was going in.

So I gave him a quarter.

And he did it.

Then I gave him
another one...

and another one...

Then I whipped out my
phone and recorded it.

And then you put it
on the Internet.

So, then, when did you get
the idea to kill him?

Cameron, don't
say another word!

She's trying to trick you.

She thinks that you're guilty.

You think I'm guilty?

Cameron came here, Mom,

because he wants
to tell the truth.

Don't you want
to hear the truth?

I already know the truth.
No, Mrs. Dubois,
you don't.

I know Walter...

and I did make
most of those videos,

but I didn't make that last one,
and I certainly didn't kill him.

He was my
friend, okay?

I know how crazy
that sounds...

but it's true.

I made this.

It's kind of a documentary

about Walter and his life.

I came here
to ask Bridgette

to ask you to please show this

to the district attorney.

I think if he looks at it,
he'll see I...

I could have
never killed Walter.

WALTER:
I guess "bum" is the word
I hate the most.

A bum's a guy

who never did nothin',
and that ain't me.

I'm a veteran.

I fought hard for this country.

You coming

to bed soon?
It's not like
I have to get up

and go to school
in the morning.

WALTER:
People say, "Hey, man,
this is America; get a job."

You understand

this doesn't
prove anything.

That he could've
made this movie

and still killed
Walter Durant.

Yeah, and you know
that he could have
erased all this, right?

He could've gotten rid
of everything and anything

that connected him
to this guy

and never said a word
to anyone about it.

But he didn't.

He came to us.

( Walter continues narrating
indistinctly)

(sighs)

WALTER:
...but then I realized...

If there's one thing I regret...

I suppose it's what
I did to my family--

my son, especially.

I don't think he was
ever the same after I left.

Oh.

Oh, what time is it?

(groans)
It's time for bed.

♪ ♪

Hey, I'm me!
You're you!
Hey, I'm me!
You're you!

I just, I saw my face
in the bathroom mirror!

I just did the
same exact thing!

We're us again!

But I don't understand;
what is different?

Everything!
Everything's different!

I mean, I'm 12 again, and
you're... whatever you are.

Honey, listen,

I mean, what happened?

Why did we switch back?

We didn't do anything
but fall asleep, did we?

Last thing I remember,
Cameron's movie was still on,

and Walter was saying
something about his family.

WALTER:
If there's one thing I regret...

I suppose it's what
I did to my family--

my son, especially.

I don't think he was ever
the same after I left.

Hey, that's the guy that
was in the morgue with me.

Isn't that Walter's son?

Yeah, as a matter
of fact, it is.

BRIDGETTE:
That's weird.

The other day at your work,
he was saying that

he hadn't seen his
father in years.

Yeah, that's the same thing
he told me when I met him.

WALTER:
If there's one thing I regret...

I suppose it's what I did

to my family--

my son, especially.

I don't think he...

Well, obviously,

I misspoke.

Uh, I went to visit him
a few weeks ago.

We did speak.

It was right after
I became aware

of his stunts on the Internet.

I begged him to stop.

But you didn't mention
any of this to Mrs. Dubois

the day you asked for her help.

Well, it seemed
sort of beside the point.

My dad wasn't the one
I needed legal help with.

It was the monster
making these videos.

Were you aware
that your father

was worth a lot more dead
than he was alive?

What are you talking about?
Even though the man

walked away
from you and your mother,

he made sure you'd both
be comfortable when he died.

Life insurance,

property up north,
Army death benefit.

Now that you're
his only survivor,

you stand to make out all right.

I loved my father.

That's a very ghoulish and ugly
thing to say to someone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

How about you let us
look at the camera?

What camera?

Oh, you don't have a camera?

A video camera?

No. I have no children.

I have no need to
have a video camera.

This is a copy of your most
recent credit card statement.

On the day your father died,

you purchased a fairly
expensive video camera,

a bottle of rubbing alcohol
and a bottle of drain cleaner.

Were you lying just now, or
did you simply misspeak again?

(chuckles)
N-None of this proves anything.

Maybe not-- but it certainly
paints an ugly picture.

You see, I think
you murdered your father,

and I think you
wanted him dead for some time.

So I suspect when
you saw him in these
videos on the Internet,

you saw an opportunity to get
what you finally wanted.

Confess to everything right now,

and I'm willing to offer you
life in prison.

You make me
prove it all, Mr. Durant,

and you're looking
at the death penalty.

The choice is yours.

(school bell rings)

Hey, I thought Daddy
was supposed to be

picking me up today.
You know, he
was going to,

but, um, I kind of miss seeing
your face in the mirror,

so I figured, you know, I'd
settle for the next best thing.

Come on, what, you didn't get
your sense of humor back

along with your
personality?

What's this?

It's the math test
you took for me.

C-plus.
I thought
you knew math.

Yeah, I thought I did, too.

You know this is gonna go down
on my permanent record, right?

Hey, you know, C-plus
is pretty good

for someone who
didn't study.

BRIDGETTE:
The next time
I switch places with someone,

I'm totally
switching with Daddy.

That guy knows math.

♪ ♪