Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 10 - Blood on the Tracks - full transcript
Allison dreams of a murder about a man who is struck by a train. When a man is killed just like in her dream, Allison is convinced it's a homicide.
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Joe can't know what
I'm about to tell you.
I'm pretty
sick, Allison.
My odds are 60%.
I was having a dream
about you.
We were,
we were in your living room
in Grosse Pointe.
It was, uh, it was
Ariel, Bridgette, Marie.
And-And Bridgette had just
graduated
from college.
You did a good thing.
Even though I lied.
Ah, don't worry about it.
Morning, Bob.
Morning, Tom.
Ready to
get to work?
You betcha.
Let's go for
day number 24,838.
Cool offices!
What are you guys
working on in here?
Look, I don't know
who let you in,
but it's not cool
for you to be here.
Now, I'm gonna let you
off with a warning,
but the next time I look up,
you best be gone.
Nice light.
How often you guys have
to change the bulbs in here?
What is the matter
with you two?
Did you not
hear my friend?
Hit the road.
So what are you guys
getting all upset about?
We're just new
to the neighborhood,
wanted to say "hey."
New to the
neighborhood?
This isn't your
neighborhood.
You're not even
supposed to be here.
Why not?
This is bad.
We should call Central.
On it.
You're calling Central?
Awesome!
Hey, you think they'd call out
and get us some pizzas?
Oh, my God.
They're multiplying
really fast.
Pizza?
Anybody interested in
some pineapple on top?
It's just ringing
and ringing.
Nobody's picking up.
Can I see a show of hands?
How many for pineapple?
Get out.
Get out!
You're not supposed
to be here!
None of you are
supposed to be here!
Get out!
None of you are
supposed to be here!
Leave us alone,
all of you!
Get out!
I'm truly sorry, Marjorie.
We had no idea things had gotten
this bad this quickly.
I know this isn't the diagnosis
you were hoping for,
the diagnosis you expected.
If you have any questions
or if you just need time
to think about everything
you've been told...
No.
I'm fine.
Really.
Are you sure?
Absolutely.
Mom?
It's not even 7:00 here.
You all right?
Hold on, hold on.
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Blood on the Tracks
Original Air Date on December 3, 2010
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You know what she's
telling him, don't you?
She's telling him not to worry.
She's saying it's no big deal,
just a few tests.
"Don't be concerned if you call
the house and you can't get me."
But you and I know the truth,
don't we?
So when Joe gets
off the phone,
you tell him that he needs
to get out there.
Today.
Why?
What do you know?
I know what you know.
I know that she's sick,
I know it's not good.
But beyond that,
I... I can't see too much.
I'm too close to her.
You know how that stuff works.
Today... Ally.
Tell him.
My mom's in the hospital.
It's no big deal.
It's just some tests.
She was afraid I might call
the house and not get her
and didn't want me
to be alarmed, so...
I want you to pack a bag.
I want you to go out there.
What are you talking about?
Do you know something?
I don't know anything.
I just know
you need to pack a bag.
You need to get on a plane.
I don't get it.
If Grandma's not really sick,
then why is Daddy going there?
Well, Daddy's just
worried about her.
And sometimes when people
are in the hospital,
it's good to have
somebody around.
Okay, I'm on a flight
in two and a half hours.
Don't even ask
what the ticket cost.
When will you be back?
I don't know, honey.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe the next day;
I can't be sure.
That's what I'm
hoping, anyway.
Will you give Grandma
a kiss for me?
Yes.
Oh.
Me, too.
Mm.
Me, too.
Mm.
Hey.
Call me when you land.
Okay.
Thanks for coming.
We got ourselves
a head-scratcher here.
How you doing?
You okay?
Yeah. No.
Joe's mom is
not well.
He's taking off for Michigan
probably right about now.
Anything I can do?
No, no, thanks.
So what do we
have here?
Fell on the tracks
just as the train
was pulling into
the station.
May have jumped, may
have been pushed.
We just don't know.
Pushed?
Apparently, some homeless guy
was, uh, begging for change
on the platform this morning.
Couple people reported that he
was standing near this fellow.
For the moment, he seems
to have disappeared.
Security cameras didn't
catch much of him either.
Of course, everyone's
all over the place on, uh,
how tall the guy is, color of
his hair, stocky, slight.
The only thing
everyone can agree on
is that apparently the guy stunk
to holy hell.
Body odor, urine.
Guess he had it
all going on.
But since we can't
put an APB out
on a stench
and since we don't even
know who the guy is...
What do you mean?
We know where he works
and we know
that his name's Adam.
What do you mean?
H-How do we know
where he works
and that his name's Adam?
Well, he's wearing...
It was just there.
When I was looking a second ago,
it said, "Burger Palace.
Hello, my name is Adam."
Okay.
But, uh, he's
wearing a nice suit.
Doesn't look like the kind
of thing a guy who works, uh,
Burger Palace flipping
burgers would wear.
I don't know what to tell you,
I just know what I saw.
Maybe he's a district manager,
or maybe he owns the franchise.
Okay, I'll, uh,
I'll check it out.
MAN Michael Crawford,
340. Michael Crawford...
Mom?
Hello?
WOMAN Paging Dr.
Stateman. Dr. Stateman, please.
I told you not to come.
MAN Michael Crawford,
please call 340.
Well, what are you
looking at me like that for?
Is it the IV?
'Cause I'll tell you,
it's all the rage around here.
I just took a lap
to show mine off.
Mom.
It's not that serious,
sweetheart.
Come give your mother a hug.
You said you were here
for headaches.
And I am.
I get headaches,
I-I'm feeling a bit weak...
and my appetite
seems to be gone.
Although I'm sure that's
all about the headaches.
What do the
doctors say?
Oh, the doctors say
they're going to run tests.
And they have, and they are.
I like your haircut.
It's very smart.
Oh, now, while...
while I'm thinking
about it, um... um...
The keys to my house.
Hmm?
You're gonna have to
take a taxi there,
but then you can use my car.
What?
Why are you
looking at me like that?
Sorry, I'm worried about you.
You don't look well.
Well, don't be.
I'm sure this is nothing.
I'm sure it'll pass.
Now, you go back
to the house,
get settled, call your wife
and tell her you arrived
safe and sound.
Mom, I came here to be with you.
Well, that's very nice,
sweetheart.
I appreciate that, I do.
But... right now,
I could really use a little nap.
So go to the house, unpack.
Come back for dinner.
I'll share my Jell-O with you.
It's okay, Joe.
Listen to your mother.
Uh, excuse me.
Are you Dr. Chapman?
My name is Joe Dubois.
You're treating
my mother, Marjorie.
Nice to meet you.
Lovely woman,
your mother.
Uh, so-so she said that
you were running some tests.
I was wondering when we might
actually see the results.
Tests?
For her headaches.
She said that you were
trying to determine the cause.
Is there something wrong?
I'm sorry, it's just...
I'm afraid your
mother is not
being entirely
forthcoming with you.
The truth is, we
ran tests on her
the day she checked
herself in here.
We diagnosed her condition
within a matter of hours.
She has an astrocytoma
in her frontal lobe.
Brain cancer.
As I'm sure you've noticed,
your mother's attitude
is quite remarkable.
She doesn't want anybody
to worry about her.
Not even her doctor.
Okay.
So... what's the treatment?
Are we looking at surgery?
I'm afraid we're
past that, Mr. DuBois.
The cancer's too far along.
It's well beyond the point
where a craniotomy would help.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Are-are you saying
it's incurable?
Is my mom gonna die?
There's really no such thing
as an incurable cancer.
People do recover
from stage four illnesses.
It's just...
statistically?
Those kinds of recoveries,
in a patient your mother's age,
they're... well, we call them
outliers. That means...
It means it hardly ever
happens, yeah.
I know what an outlier is.
I'm sorry, Mr. DuBois.
I didn't realize nobody'd
explained the situation to you.
There's some literature
you should read. Studies.
I'll make sure our staff
gets them to you.
You can have a look at
the statistics for yourself.
The guy's name's Adam.
You were right about that.
Adam Tallmadge.
Doesn't work at the
Burger Palace, though;
he's a CPA with
Denison Consulting,
or he was, until his
unfortunate run-in
with the 7:20 express
train this morning.
Apparently, he just
got passed over
for a big promotion at work.
His boss said he didn't
take it too well.
You don't think he jumped in
front of that train, do you?
Well, I think
it's a possibility.
He'd been sending all kinds of
strange emails to his colleagues
in the middle of the night.
But I also think, unless
this homeless guy turns up,
and starts to explain things,
we may never know
what really happened.
Oh, Lee, I gotta
take this. It's Joe.
Yeah, no problem. I just
thought you'd want to know.
Uh, listen, I hope everything's
okay with your mother-in-law.
Hey, Joe.
Is everything all right?
Uh, I don't know, it's...
It's bad, I guess,
it's really bad.
Sweetie, hold on a second.
I'm going to try to
find someplace private.
Hey, what's going on?
She has brain cancer.
My mom has brain cancer.
Oh, Joe. I'm so sorry.
It's not even operable.
Oh, my God.
They're giving her radiation.
They're trying to get her strong
enough so she can... have chemo.
And then if she survives
the chemo, then...
according to the literature
they gave me, she's got maybe...
a year, 18 months, tops.
How is she handling it?
How's her state of mind?
She's in total denial.
She's telling me not to worry,
that everything's
going to be okay.
Maybe that's good.
Maybe that's not a bad thing.
Maybe-maybe she knows
something about herself,
maybe she can sense that she's
going to pull through this.
Honey, it's inoperable.
Honey, is there anything
that you need us to do?
I mean, maybe I should just...
pack the girls up, we should
fly out there tomorrow.
I don't know.
No, I mean...
Maybe next week, when...
they start the chemo.
I'm going to go back
in the room now, okay?
Okay.
Hey, I love you.
I love you, too.
Excuse me, sir.
Yeah, Marcie, it's me.
Tell Trevor I'm going to be late
for the 9:00
staff meeting, okay?
I don't know how late.
It depends on when
the train gets here.
God bless your
heart, ma'am.
Yeah, Marcie, it's me.
Tell Trevor I'm going to be late
for the 9:00 staff
meeting, okay?
I don't know how late. Depends
on when the train gets here.
Hey. Remember, don't be
overanxious.
If you see our friend,
tell me where he is.
We don't want to pick him up
unless and until
he makes a move on that woman,
so we can arrest him.
Everybody copies that.
We're just waiting
on your signal.
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
It's all right, you
haven't missed anything.
What's with the entourage?
Joe's out of town.
I couldn't find anyone
to take them to school.
Okay, remember what I told you:
Bridgette, when you hear the
train come into the station,
you're going to
hold Marie's hand.
You guys'll just
turn around and...
stare at that poster, and...
until I tell you to
turn back around, okay?
Why? What is it
you think we'll see
that we haven't
seen already?
Mom. We have cable.
Yeah.
Girls, please just
do what I ask.
Hey, hey. That's our lady.
Have you seen the man yet?
Ain't seen him,
ain't smelled him.
Okay, girls.
Hold hands, turn around.
Can somebody get me
an update, please?
We're on the woman.
No sign of our guy.
Hey, I can't see anything, guys.
What's going on?
Nobody made a move
on her. She, uh...
she just got on the train.
Looks like she got
a pretty good seat, too.
Still no homeless guy, either.
Can we turn around now?
Yeah. Yeah, you
can turn around.
I don't understand.
It was supposed to be
today, I'm sure of it.
WOMAN
Paging Dr. Bender.
Yep.
You must be Joe.
I'm an attorney, Joe.
Mostly corporate work,
but I did handle your
parents' affairs for them.
Anyway, I need you
to help me with something.
What's that?
Your mother's will.
Or, more accurately,
the lack of one.
You're saying she
has no will?
Oh, no, no, no.
She has a will. It's something
I drew up for her
right after your
parents divorced,
but it hasn't been
amended in years.
Because of that, if
something were to happen,
there'd be a substantial portion
of her estate unaccounted for.
And those assets
could stay locked up
in estate court for years.
Okay. So she'll
amend her will.
Well, that's the thing.
She won't.
She won't even entertain it
as a topic of discussion.
She just keeps insisting
that she's gonna be fine,
she'll take care of it
when she's feeling better.
My mother seems to be having
trouble absorbing her diagnosis.
Uh, okay, no, it's fine.
I-I-I'll talk to her.
I'll get her to attend to this.
Hey, Mom.
How are you feeling?
I'm a little
bit tired, mm-hmm.
Will you drink
something for me?
Hmm. For you?
Mm-hmm.
There you go.
How beautiful.
You didn't have to do that.
Oh, they're not from me.
Sam Diller
came by while
you were asleep.
Oh.
Hey, Mom?
He says he's been trying
to talk to you about your will.
He certainly has.
It seems to be all
that he wants to talk about.
Well, it's important.
I know you think you're
going to get better,
and I do, too.
Nevertheless, the
prudent thing to do...
Don't lecture me about prudence.
I've read the same
studies that you have,
and I know all the statistics.
Well, then?
Well, then, it might be
the prudent thing to do,
but I don't think
it's necessary.
Mom, you can't be sure.
Of course I can.
How?
Because I have been given
assurance by a higher authority.
You remember three years ago,
when I had my first scare?
I came to see you while I was
waiting for the test results,
and I talked to your wife.
I asked her if she could tell me
anything about my future.
And she had a dream, Joe.
She dreamt that
I was at Bridgette's graduation,
and that I was celebrating with
all of you, the whole family.
And that's years from now.
Mom...
So, I don't really
need to worry
about a new will
right now, do I?
Hello?
Hi.
Joe, hey.
I-I just tried to call you.
It went right to voicemail.
Is everything okay?
I don't know.
My head is spinning.
Plus, I'm staring at
a sign that's telling me
I'm compromising people's health
by talking on a cell phone
in a hospital,
but I don't care.
Joe?
My mother said that you told her
that she was going to live,
at least long enough to see
Bridgette graduate
from high school.
Well, she was sick.
You remember.
She was having tests done,
and she was worried and...
She kept begging me
to dream about her.
And I just couldn't get her
to understand
that it doesn't work that way.
So you lied?
I was trying to give her hope.
Joe...?
She thinks she's going
to beat this.
You get that, right?
She thinks she's gonna come back
from stage four brain cancer
because of what you said.
I mean, she doesn't even
have a proper will.
Okay, I will talk to her.
I will make her understand.
No, I'll make her understand.
I'm sorry. I love you.
Honey, I love you.
How are the girls?
The girls are fine.
Okay. I should go.
Joe, I'm so sorry.
I know.
Everybody copies that.
We're just waiting
on your signal.
I'm sorry, Allison,.
you say that this man
disguises himself as a vagrant?
Look, I'm saying he spotted the
stakeout we set up for him.
He went back
to the parking lot.
He took off his,
what, costume?
He had on nice clothes.
He had a nice haircut.
His car is cleaner than mine.
But Allison, everybody
who has had any kind of
contact with this fella
says not only does he
look the way he does,
but he also reeks of urine.
Okay, what better way
to make sure
no one remembers
what you look like
than to disguise yourself
as one of the kinds of people
that people don't notice?
The kind of person that
people just turn away from.
The kind of person that no one
can bear being around.
I know it sounds crazy,
but this is our suspect.
This is our man.
Allison, we don't even know
if there is a suspect.
For all we know,
this guy Adam Tallmadge
jumped in front
of the train on purpose.
I'm telling you
he was murdered.
He was killed by the same man
who planned on murdering
that woman
at the train station
the same way.
You know what, let's
distribute this sketch.
Say this man is wanted
for questioning
in relation to
Adam Tallmadge's death.
If he does exist, maybe
someone will turn him in.
It's the best I can do, Allison.
Good.
Good morning.
Good afternoon.
Wow. That's some
serious sleeping.
Hmm...
I had no idea.
The nurses said
you had a rough night,
so they gave you a little
something to help you rest.
Can I order you some food?
No, no.
Just-- let's sit
for awhile.
Listen, Mom, I
called Sam Diller.
He's coming by
in a little while
to talk to you
about your will.
Why? I told you I'd take care
of that when I got home.
Mom, I'm just worried that
you're never going to get home.
Why would you say
something like that to me?
I told you...
I know what you told me.
Listen, the things
that Allison said--
the dreams that she said
that she had--
she made them all up.
She knew you were scared,
so she told you these things
to make you feel better.
Go get me my makeup bag.
Your makeup?
If Sam's coming over,
I want to put on some makeup.
Go and get my makeup bag.
Allison, it seems I may
owe you an apology.
It appears likely that
the death of Adam Tallmadge
was a murder, after all.
And we think we've
located a suspect.
You're kidding.
I'm about to go down and
take a look at him now.
Would you care
to join me?
He died of congestive heart
failure sometime last night.
A beat cop found his body
in the Eighth Street alley.
I know you said he was only
pretending to be homeless,
but if he was, he was
doing a hell of a job.
Cop found his body
beside a shopping cart
full of the guy's stuff.
It sure as hell looked like
he was living out of there.
We don't have an I.D. yet,
but hopefully it's only
a matter of time.
That's not him.
That's not the man who
killed Adam Tallmadge.
I beg to differ.
He was wearing the exact
same coat you described.
The same one three
other witnesses saw
the morning Tallmadge died.
And we found Tallmadge's watch
inside his shopping cart.
What else do you need, Allison?
This man obviously
wasn't wearing
any kind of disguise.
But the evidence
does indicate
that he was involved in
Adam Tallmadge's death.
Is it possible that you somehow
misinterpreted what you saw?
I don't know, maybe.
I think his name was Jerry.
Excuse me?
Jerry.
Why do you say that?
Well, he's got a name tag.
Name tag?
It was just right here.
It said "Burger Palace."
It was the same kind
of name tag that
Adam Tallmadge had.
It said his
name was Jerry.
Jerry, huh, from
the Burger Palace?
All right, I'll
check it out.
Although it doesn't look
like Jerry here's
held down a job
for quite some time.
Hello.
Hey, it's me.
Oh, hey, Joe.
I saw your mom's name come up
on the caller I.D., and...
and I panicked.
Yeah, I'm calling you
from her house.
It's so weird being here
by myself,
with everything that's going on.
How is she doing?
She's the same.
Did you guys get a chance
to talk?
We sure did.
So how did it go?
Well, she's a rock.
She absorbed it,
and then she put on makeup
so she could meet her lawyer
and revise her will.
I'm so sorry.
I-I still feel
terrible about this.
She really wants
to see the girls, Al.
She wants to see all of you.
I think it's time.
Okay.
I'm going to get off the phone,
get on the computer
and I'll book us a flight
for first thing in the morning.
I think
that would make her happy.
Please tell her again
how sorry I am.
And I really look forward
to seeing her.
Of course I will.
I really miss you.
I miss you.
Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah. Honey, of course you're
going to see us tomorrow.
I love you.
I love you.
I'm sorry, Jerry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Oh, this damn cough.
It's me, it's
David Ostrowski.
We worked together
years ago-- Burger Palace.
The Burger Palace--
I remember.
That's right, summer of '88.
You worked the
fry-o-later,
Adam Tallmadge
worked the grill.
I handled the register.
You came to see me
a couple weeks ago.
You... bought my jacket from me.
That's good, Jerry. Yes,
I did buy your jacket.
And now I'm here
to give it back.
No.
Uh-uh. No!
A deal's a deal.
Plus, I already spent
the money you gave me.
I don't want the
money back, Jerry.
I just want to give
the jacket back.
I can't use it anymore.
Use it?
Yeah.
I had some stuff
to take care of,
and I'm finished now,
and so I'm giving it back.
Here.
Let me help
you put it on.
It's okay.
Okay, it's okay. It's okay.
David...
Allison?
Marjorie.
Hello?
Hey.
I'm sorry to call so late,
but I just heard
from the hospital.
Mom's gone.
Mr. Ostrowski,
good morning.
Manuel Devalos. Thank you
for coming on such short notice.
That's a nasty cough, sir.
You feeling all right?
It's always like that.
It's a chronic thing.
I'm a little confused.
Are you sure you have
the right Ostrowski?
I can't imagine what you folks
could want with me.
We just have a
few questions.
Shouldn't take long. Please.
No. I'm sorry.
He doesn't look familiar to me.
His name is Adam Tallmadge.
The two of you
worked together years ago
at a branch of the Burger Palace
in Chandler.
I believe our research indicated
it was the summer
of 1988?
Wow. Okay.
That was a long time ago.
Mr. Tallmadge was
killed recently.
Someone pushed him in front of a
commuter train a few days ago.
Seriously?
I heard about that,
but I had no idea
that I knew the person.
Look, I don't know
how I can help you guys.
I honestly don't remember him.
There were a lot of us
who worked
at the Burger Palace
that summer.
There were 14, actually.
We checked.
That's Jerry Thornton.
He's another coworker.
Okay.
If you say so.
But he obviously didn't look
like that 20 years ago.
Mr. Thornton's
been homeless
for the better part of a decade.
We found him dead
the other night.
Initially, it looked like
a simple case of heart failure.
We did a routine tox screen,
and nothing unusual came up.
Okay.
Then I received a tip
suggesting we look
a little closer.
We ran some additional tests.
Turns out your old friend died
from an insulin overdose.
If you give someone too much
of the stuff,
it causes
a hypoglycemic reaction.
Cause of death appears
to be heart failure...
unless you know
what to look for.
Okay.
Uh, I... I'll take
your word for it.
But why are you telling me this?
Indulge us for another moment.
That's Ingrid Martinez.
She worked with you, too.
We think that someone
was planning to push her
in front of a train
earlier this week.
It didn't happen
because we placed
extra law enforcement
at the station.
Okay.
We believe all three
of these events
are connected, Mr. Ostrowski.
I'm sorry. Connected how?
Because they all had
the same summer job back in '88?
I know--
sounds crazy.
But did you know
that during the summer of 1988,
the insulation
in the Burger Palace kitchen
where you worked
contained asbestos?
I think you must.
After all, you filed a
suit against Burger Palace
alleging that the
asbestos in the piping
caused that cough of yours.
Yes, that's true.
I did file a suit.
Is something wrong with that?
No, not at all.
And from what I understand,
it's quite a compelling case.
So compelling,
as a matter of fact,
that the Burger Palace
didn't want to take it to court.
Which is why
they offered to settle.
They realized that if they
did settle with you,
they would face lawsuits
from everybody
who worked at that franchise
in 1988.
Which is why they offered
you a group settlement.
One lump sum, to be divided
among all the workers
who were exposed
to that asbestos.
Now, to hear their lawyers
tell it,
they gave you a choice.
Accept the group route or...
they would use
their considerable resources
to tie your suit up in court
for years.
Well, they're a big company.
And yes, they're playing
hardball. So?
So, you knew
that the fewer people around
to claim their piece
of the settlement,
the larger your share would be.
Our guess is that
every member of the group
that was eliminated
is worth about
an extra million to you.
You can't prove any of that.
I urge you to take
a look at the stain
on the right elbow
of that jacket.
We believe it's mucus.
The right elbow--
that's where you tend
to cover your mouth
when you're hacking up phlegm
from your asbestosis,
isn't it?
If we were to test your
DNA against the DNA
on that portion
of the jacket,
we'd find a match,
wouldn't we?
Hey.
Hey.
Oh. Oh, honey.
I'm sorry
I couldn't pick you up.
Honey, how can I help you?
Did you get any
sleep last night?
You mean, like, in a bed,
where you close your eyes?
Sweetie, you need
to get some rest.
I would that I could,
but I got a eulogy to write.
You know what I regret?
I regret that I didn't let you
make that call.
I regret that the two of you
didn't get to talk.
She loved you, Allison.
She loved that I
was married to you.
And I think she understood
about the lie.
I do.
I even kind of think she
was grateful for it.
Come on.
You get some rest.
It was such a long trip.
Okay.
I'm going to be in the
living room for a little bit,
trying to sum up a life.
Oh. Did you just get back?
Who are you
talking to?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
He's writing
a beautiful eulogy.
He's really
a pretty terrific son.
He's a pretty terrific
husband, too.
God, I was worried about you.
Last night,
when you came to see me,
you came and went so quickly.
I was worried
that you were angry.
No. Just confused.
I didn't really understand
what had just happened to me.
I felt wonderful
and wonderfully sad
all at the same time.
It's funny-- nothing in life
prepares you for death.
I feel terrible
about what I did--
deceiving you like that,
giving you false hope.
It's okay. I understood.
But how could you?
I just did.
I knew from the first day
you told me.
Deep down, I thought...
this is a lie.
This is a beautiful,
generous lie.
But I liked it, so I lived it.
As long as I could, anyway.
It seemed so much nicer
than the truth.
Take care of my boy
and my granddaughters.
I've peeked,
and there's some darkness ahead.
What do you mean?
What kind of darkness?
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have done that.
It's going to be
a wonderful life.
Well, wait.
Tell me about the darkness.
Allison.
Who you talking to?
Nothing. No one.
Joe can't know what
I'm about to tell you.
I'm pretty
sick, Allison.
My odds are 60%.
I was having a dream
about you.
We were,
we were in your living room
in Grosse Pointe.
It was, uh, it was
Ariel, Bridgette, Marie.
And-And Bridgette had just
graduated
from college.
You did a good thing.
Even though I lied.
Ah, don't worry about it.
Morning, Bob.
Morning, Tom.
Ready to
get to work?
You betcha.
Let's go for
day number 24,838.
Cool offices!
What are you guys
working on in here?
Look, I don't know
who let you in,
but it's not cool
for you to be here.
Now, I'm gonna let you
off with a warning,
but the next time I look up,
you best be gone.
Nice light.
How often you guys have
to change the bulbs in here?
What is the matter
with you two?
Did you not
hear my friend?
Hit the road.
So what are you guys
getting all upset about?
We're just new
to the neighborhood,
wanted to say "hey."
New to the
neighborhood?
This isn't your
neighborhood.
You're not even
supposed to be here.
Why not?
This is bad.
We should call Central.
On it.
You're calling Central?
Awesome!
Hey, you think they'd call out
and get us some pizzas?
Oh, my God.
They're multiplying
really fast.
Pizza?
Anybody interested in
some pineapple on top?
It's just ringing
and ringing.
Nobody's picking up.
Can I see a show of hands?
How many for pineapple?
Get out.
Get out!
You're not supposed
to be here!
None of you are
supposed to be here!
Get out!
None of you are
supposed to be here!
Leave us alone,
all of you!
Get out!
I'm truly sorry, Marjorie.
We had no idea things had gotten
this bad this quickly.
I know this isn't the diagnosis
you were hoping for,
the diagnosis you expected.
If you have any questions
or if you just need time
to think about everything
you've been told...
No.
I'm fine.
Really.
Are you sure?
Absolutely.
Mom?
It's not even 7:00 here.
You all right?
Hold on, hold on.
♪ Medium 7x10 ♪
Blood on the Tracks
Original Air Date on December 3, 2010
♪ ♪
You know what she's
telling him, don't you?
She's telling him not to worry.
She's saying it's no big deal,
just a few tests.
"Don't be concerned if you call
the house and you can't get me."
But you and I know the truth,
don't we?
So when Joe gets
off the phone,
you tell him that he needs
to get out there.
Today.
Why?
What do you know?
I know what you know.
I know that she's sick,
I know it's not good.
But beyond that,
I... I can't see too much.
I'm too close to her.
You know how that stuff works.
Today... Ally.
Tell him.
My mom's in the hospital.
It's no big deal.
It's just some tests.
She was afraid I might call
the house and not get her
and didn't want me
to be alarmed, so...
I want you to pack a bag.
I want you to go out there.
What are you talking about?
Do you know something?
I don't know anything.
I just know
you need to pack a bag.
You need to get on a plane.
I don't get it.
If Grandma's not really sick,
then why is Daddy going there?
Well, Daddy's just
worried about her.
And sometimes when people
are in the hospital,
it's good to have
somebody around.
Okay, I'm on a flight
in two and a half hours.
Don't even ask
what the ticket cost.
When will you be back?
I don't know, honey.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe the next day;
I can't be sure.
That's what I'm
hoping, anyway.
Will you give Grandma
a kiss for me?
Yes.
Oh.
Me, too.
Mm.
Me, too.
Mm.
Hey.
Call me when you land.
Okay.
Thanks for coming.
We got ourselves
a head-scratcher here.
How you doing?
You okay?
Yeah. No.
Joe's mom is
not well.
He's taking off for Michigan
probably right about now.
Anything I can do?
No, no, thanks.
So what do we
have here?
Fell on the tracks
just as the train
was pulling into
the station.
May have jumped, may
have been pushed.
We just don't know.
Pushed?
Apparently, some homeless guy
was, uh, begging for change
on the platform this morning.
Couple people reported that he
was standing near this fellow.
For the moment, he seems
to have disappeared.
Security cameras didn't
catch much of him either.
Of course, everyone's
all over the place on, uh,
how tall the guy is, color of
his hair, stocky, slight.
The only thing
everyone can agree on
is that apparently the guy stunk
to holy hell.
Body odor, urine.
Guess he had it
all going on.
But since we can't
put an APB out
on a stench
and since we don't even
know who the guy is...
What do you mean?
We know where he works
and we know
that his name's Adam.
What do you mean?
H-How do we know
where he works
and that his name's Adam?
Well, he's wearing...
It was just there.
When I was looking a second ago,
it said, "Burger Palace.
Hello, my name is Adam."
Okay.
But, uh, he's
wearing a nice suit.
Doesn't look like the kind
of thing a guy who works, uh,
Burger Palace flipping
burgers would wear.
I don't know what to tell you,
I just know what I saw.
Maybe he's a district manager,
or maybe he owns the franchise.
Okay, I'll, uh,
I'll check it out.
MAN Michael Crawford,
340. Michael Crawford...
Mom?
Hello?
WOMAN Paging Dr.
Stateman. Dr. Stateman, please.
I told you not to come.
MAN Michael Crawford,
please call 340.
Well, what are you
looking at me like that for?
Is it the IV?
'Cause I'll tell you,
it's all the rage around here.
I just took a lap
to show mine off.
Mom.
It's not that serious,
sweetheart.
Come give your mother a hug.
You said you were here
for headaches.
And I am.
I get headaches,
I-I'm feeling a bit weak...
and my appetite
seems to be gone.
Although I'm sure that's
all about the headaches.
What do the
doctors say?
Oh, the doctors say
they're going to run tests.
And they have, and they are.
I like your haircut.
It's very smart.
Oh, now, while...
while I'm thinking
about it, um... um...
The keys to my house.
Hmm?
You're gonna have to
take a taxi there,
but then you can use my car.
What?
Why are you
looking at me like that?
Sorry, I'm worried about you.
You don't look well.
Well, don't be.
I'm sure this is nothing.
I'm sure it'll pass.
Now, you go back
to the house,
get settled, call your wife
and tell her you arrived
safe and sound.
Mom, I came here to be with you.
Well, that's very nice,
sweetheart.
I appreciate that, I do.
But... right now,
I could really use a little nap.
So go to the house, unpack.
Come back for dinner.
I'll share my Jell-O with you.
It's okay, Joe.
Listen to your mother.
Uh, excuse me.
Are you Dr. Chapman?
My name is Joe Dubois.
You're treating
my mother, Marjorie.
Nice to meet you.
Lovely woman,
your mother.
Uh, so-so she said that
you were running some tests.
I was wondering when we might
actually see the results.
Tests?
For her headaches.
She said that you were
trying to determine the cause.
Is there something wrong?
I'm sorry, it's just...
I'm afraid your
mother is not
being entirely
forthcoming with you.
The truth is, we
ran tests on her
the day she checked
herself in here.
We diagnosed her condition
within a matter of hours.
She has an astrocytoma
in her frontal lobe.
Brain cancer.
As I'm sure you've noticed,
your mother's attitude
is quite remarkable.
She doesn't want anybody
to worry about her.
Not even her doctor.
Okay.
So... what's the treatment?
Are we looking at surgery?
I'm afraid we're
past that, Mr. DuBois.
The cancer's too far along.
It's well beyond the point
where a craniotomy would help.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Are-are you saying
it's incurable?
Is my mom gonna die?
There's really no such thing
as an incurable cancer.
People do recover
from stage four illnesses.
It's just...
statistically?
Those kinds of recoveries,
in a patient your mother's age,
they're... well, we call them
outliers. That means...
It means it hardly ever
happens, yeah.
I know what an outlier is.
I'm sorry, Mr. DuBois.
I didn't realize nobody'd
explained the situation to you.
There's some literature
you should read. Studies.
I'll make sure our staff
gets them to you.
You can have a look at
the statistics for yourself.
The guy's name's Adam.
You were right about that.
Adam Tallmadge.
Doesn't work at the
Burger Palace, though;
he's a CPA with
Denison Consulting,
or he was, until his
unfortunate run-in
with the 7:20 express
train this morning.
Apparently, he just
got passed over
for a big promotion at work.
His boss said he didn't
take it too well.
You don't think he jumped in
front of that train, do you?
Well, I think
it's a possibility.
He'd been sending all kinds of
strange emails to his colleagues
in the middle of the night.
But I also think, unless
this homeless guy turns up,
and starts to explain things,
we may never know
what really happened.
Oh, Lee, I gotta
take this. It's Joe.
Yeah, no problem. I just
thought you'd want to know.
Uh, listen, I hope everything's
okay with your mother-in-law.
Hey, Joe.
Is everything all right?
Uh, I don't know, it's...
It's bad, I guess,
it's really bad.
Sweetie, hold on a second.
I'm going to try to
find someplace private.
Hey, what's going on?
She has brain cancer.
My mom has brain cancer.
Oh, Joe. I'm so sorry.
It's not even operable.
Oh, my God.
They're giving her radiation.
They're trying to get her strong
enough so she can... have chemo.
And then if she survives
the chemo, then...
according to the literature
they gave me, she's got maybe...
a year, 18 months, tops.
How is she handling it?
How's her state of mind?
She's in total denial.
She's telling me not to worry,
that everything's
going to be okay.
Maybe that's good.
Maybe that's not a bad thing.
Maybe-maybe she knows
something about herself,
maybe she can sense that she's
going to pull through this.
Honey, it's inoperable.
Honey, is there anything
that you need us to do?
I mean, maybe I should just...
pack the girls up, we should
fly out there tomorrow.
I don't know.
No, I mean...
Maybe next week, when...
they start the chemo.
I'm going to go back
in the room now, okay?
Okay.
Hey, I love you.
I love you, too.
Excuse me, sir.
Yeah, Marcie, it's me.
Tell Trevor I'm going to be late
for the 9:00
staff meeting, okay?
I don't know how late.
It depends on when
the train gets here.
God bless your
heart, ma'am.
Yeah, Marcie, it's me.
Tell Trevor I'm going to be late
for the 9:00 staff
meeting, okay?
I don't know how late. Depends
on when the train gets here.
Hey. Remember, don't be
overanxious.
If you see our friend,
tell me where he is.
We don't want to pick him up
unless and until
he makes a move on that woman,
so we can arrest him.
Everybody copies that.
We're just waiting
on your signal.
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
It's all right, you
haven't missed anything.
What's with the entourage?
Joe's out of town.
I couldn't find anyone
to take them to school.
Okay, remember what I told you:
Bridgette, when you hear the
train come into the station,
you're going to
hold Marie's hand.
You guys'll just
turn around and...
stare at that poster, and...
until I tell you to
turn back around, okay?
Why? What is it
you think we'll see
that we haven't
seen already?
Mom. We have cable.
Yeah.
Girls, please just
do what I ask.
Hey, hey. That's our lady.
Have you seen the man yet?
Ain't seen him,
ain't smelled him.
Okay, girls.
Hold hands, turn around.
Can somebody get me
an update, please?
We're on the woman.
No sign of our guy.
Hey, I can't see anything, guys.
What's going on?
Nobody made a move
on her. She, uh...
she just got on the train.
Looks like she got
a pretty good seat, too.
Still no homeless guy, either.
Can we turn around now?
Yeah. Yeah, you
can turn around.
I don't understand.
It was supposed to be
today, I'm sure of it.
WOMAN
Paging Dr. Bender.
Yep.
You must be Joe.
I'm an attorney, Joe.
Mostly corporate work,
but I did handle your
parents' affairs for them.
Anyway, I need you
to help me with something.
What's that?
Your mother's will.
Or, more accurately,
the lack of one.
You're saying she
has no will?
Oh, no, no, no.
She has a will. It's something
I drew up for her
right after your
parents divorced,
but it hasn't been
amended in years.
Because of that, if
something were to happen,
there'd be a substantial portion
of her estate unaccounted for.
And those assets
could stay locked up
in estate court for years.
Okay. So she'll
amend her will.
Well, that's the thing.
She won't.
She won't even entertain it
as a topic of discussion.
She just keeps insisting
that she's gonna be fine,
she'll take care of it
when she's feeling better.
My mother seems to be having
trouble absorbing her diagnosis.
Uh, okay, no, it's fine.
I-I-I'll talk to her.
I'll get her to attend to this.
Hey, Mom.
How are you feeling?
I'm a little
bit tired, mm-hmm.
Will you drink
something for me?
Hmm. For you?
Mm-hmm.
There you go.
How beautiful.
You didn't have to do that.
Oh, they're not from me.
Sam Diller
came by while
you were asleep.
Oh.
Hey, Mom?
He says he's been trying
to talk to you about your will.
He certainly has.
It seems to be all
that he wants to talk about.
Well, it's important.
I know you think you're
going to get better,
and I do, too.
Nevertheless, the
prudent thing to do...
Don't lecture me about prudence.
I've read the same
studies that you have,
and I know all the statistics.
Well, then?
Well, then, it might be
the prudent thing to do,
but I don't think
it's necessary.
Mom, you can't be sure.
Of course I can.
How?
Because I have been given
assurance by a higher authority.
You remember three years ago,
when I had my first scare?
I came to see you while I was
waiting for the test results,
and I talked to your wife.
I asked her if she could tell me
anything about my future.
And she had a dream, Joe.
She dreamt that
I was at Bridgette's graduation,
and that I was celebrating with
all of you, the whole family.
And that's years from now.
Mom...
So, I don't really
need to worry
about a new will
right now, do I?
Hello?
Hi.
Joe, hey.
I-I just tried to call you.
It went right to voicemail.
Is everything okay?
I don't know.
My head is spinning.
Plus, I'm staring at
a sign that's telling me
I'm compromising people's health
by talking on a cell phone
in a hospital,
but I don't care.
Joe?
My mother said that you told her
that she was going to live,
at least long enough to see
Bridgette graduate
from high school.
Well, she was sick.
You remember.
She was having tests done,
and she was worried and...
She kept begging me
to dream about her.
And I just couldn't get her
to understand
that it doesn't work that way.
So you lied?
I was trying to give her hope.
Joe...?
She thinks she's going
to beat this.
You get that, right?
She thinks she's gonna come back
from stage four brain cancer
because of what you said.
I mean, she doesn't even
have a proper will.
Okay, I will talk to her.
I will make her understand.
No, I'll make her understand.
I'm sorry. I love you.
Honey, I love you.
How are the girls?
The girls are fine.
Okay. I should go.
Joe, I'm so sorry.
I know.
Everybody copies that.
We're just waiting
on your signal.
I'm sorry, Allison,.
you say that this man
disguises himself as a vagrant?
Look, I'm saying he spotted the
stakeout we set up for him.
He went back
to the parking lot.
He took off his,
what, costume?
He had on nice clothes.
He had a nice haircut.
His car is cleaner than mine.
But Allison, everybody
who has had any kind of
contact with this fella
says not only does he
look the way he does,
but he also reeks of urine.
Okay, what better way
to make sure
no one remembers
what you look like
than to disguise yourself
as one of the kinds of people
that people don't notice?
The kind of person that
people just turn away from.
The kind of person that no one
can bear being around.
I know it sounds crazy,
but this is our suspect.
This is our man.
Allison, we don't even know
if there is a suspect.
For all we know,
this guy Adam Tallmadge
jumped in front
of the train on purpose.
I'm telling you
he was murdered.
He was killed by the same man
who planned on murdering
that woman
at the train station
the same way.
You know what, let's
distribute this sketch.
Say this man is wanted
for questioning
in relation to
Adam Tallmadge's death.
If he does exist, maybe
someone will turn him in.
It's the best I can do, Allison.
Good.
Good morning.
Good afternoon.
Wow. That's some
serious sleeping.
Hmm...
I had no idea.
The nurses said
you had a rough night,
so they gave you a little
something to help you rest.
Can I order you some food?
No, no.
Just-- let's sit
for awhile.
Listen, Mom, I
called Sam Diller.
He's coming by
in a little while
to talk to you
about your will.
Why? I told you I'd take care
of that when I got home.
Mom, I'm just worried that
you're never going to get home.
Why would you say
something like that to me?
I told you...
I know what you told me.
Listen, the things
that Allison said--
the dreams that she said
that she had--
she made them all up.
She knew you were scared,
so she told you these things
to make you feel better.
Go get me my makeup bag.
Your makeup?
If Sam's coming over,
I want to put on some makeup.
Go and get my makeup bag.
Allison, it seems I may
owe you an apology.
It appears likely that
the death of Adam Tallmadge
was a murder, after all.
And we think we've
located a suspect.
You're kidding.
I'm about to go down and
take a look at him now.
Would you care
to join me?
He died of congestive heart
failure sometime last night.
A beat cop found his body
in the Eighth Street alley.
I know you said he was only
pretending to be homeless,
but if he was, he was
doing a hell of a job.
Cop found his body
beside a shopping cart
full of the guy's stuff.
It sure as hell looked like
he was living out of there.
We don't have an I.D. yet,
but hopefully it's only
a matter of time.
That's not him.
That's not the man who
killed Adam Tallmadge.
I beg to differ.
He was wearing the exact
same coat you described.
The same one three
other witnesses saw
the morning Tallmadge died.
And we found Tallmadge's watch
inside his shopping cart.
What else do you need, Allison?
This man obviously
wasn't wearing
any kind of disguise.
But the evidence
does indicate
that he was involved in
Adam Tallmadge's death.
Is it possible that you somehow
misinterpreted what you saw?
I don't know, maybe.
I think his name was Jerry.
Excuse me?
Jerry.
Why do you say that?
Well, he's got a name tag.
Name tag?
It was just right here.
It said "Burger Palace."
It was the same kind
of name tag that
Adam Tallmadge had.
It said his
name was Jerry.
Jerry, huh, from
the Burger Palace?
All right, I'll
check it out.
Although it doesn't look
like Jerry here's
held down a job
for quite some time.
Hello.
Hey, it's me.
Oh, hey, Joe.
I saw your mom's name come up
on the caller I.D., and...
and I panicked.
Yeah, I'm calling you
from her house.
It's so weird being here
by myself,
with everything that's going on.
How is she doing?
She's the same.
Did you guys get a chance
to talk?
We sure did.
So how did it go?
Well, she's a rock.
She absorbed it,
and then she put on makeup
so she could meet her lawyer
and revise her will.
I'm so sorry.
I-I still feel
terrible about this.
She really wants
to see the girls, Al.
She wants to see all of you.
I think it's time.
Okay.
I'm going to get off the phone,
get on the computer
and I'll book us a flight
for first thing in the morning.
I think
that would make her happy.
Please tell her again
how sorry I am.
And I really look forward
to seeing her.
Of course I will.
I really miss you.
I miss you.
Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah. Honey, of course you're
going to see us tomorrow.
I love you.
I love you.
I'm sorry, Jerry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Oh, this damn cough.
It's me, it's
David Ostrowski.
We worked together
years ago-- Burger Palace.
The Burger Palace--
I remember.
That's right, summer of '88.
You worked the
fry-o-later,
Adam Tallmadge
worked the grill.
I handled the register.
You came to see me
a couple weeks ago.
You... bought my jacket from me.
That's good, Jerry. Yes,
I did buy your jacket.
And now I'm here
to give it back.
No.
Uh-uh. No!
A deal's a deal.
Plus, I already spent
the money you gave me.
I don't want the
money back, Jerry.
I just want to give
the jacket back.
I can't use it anymore.
Use it?
Yeah.
I had some stuff
to take care of,
and I'm finished now,
and so I'm giving it back.
Here.
Let me help
you put it on.
It's okay.
Okay, it's okay. It's okay.
David...
Allison?
Marjorie.
Hello?
Hey.
I'm sorry to call so late,
but I just heard
from the hospital.
Mom's gone.
Mr. Ostrowski,
good morning.
Manuel Devalos. Thank you
for coming on such short notice.
That's a nasty cough, sir.
You feeling all right?
It's always like that.
It's a chronic thing.
I'm a little confused.
Are you sure you have
the right Ostrowski?
I can't imagine what you folks
could want with me.
We just have a
few questions.
Shouldn't take long. Please.
No. I'm sorry.
He doesn't look familiar to me.
His name is Adam Tallmadge.
The two of you
worked together years ago
at a branch of the Burger Palace
in Chandler.
I believe our research indicated
it was the summer
of 1988?
Wow. Okay.
That was a long time ago.
Mr. Tallmadge was
killed recently.
Someone pushed him in front of a
commuter train a few days ago.
Seriously?
I heard about that,
but I had no idea
that I knew the person.
Look, I don't know
how I can help you guys.
I honestly don't remember him.
There were a lot of us
who worked
at the Burger Palace
that summer.
There were 14, actually.
We checked.
That's Jerry Thornton.
He's another coworker.
Okay.
If you say so.
But he obviously didn't look
like that 20 years ago.
Mr. Thornton's
been homeless
for the better part of a decade.
We found him dead
the other night.
Initially, it looked like
a simple case of heart failure.
We did a routine tox screen,
and nothing unusual came up.
Okay.
Then I received a tip
suggesting we look
a little closer.
We ran some additional tests.
Turns out your old friend died
from an insulin overdose.
If you give someone too much
of the stuff,
it causes
a hypoglycemic reaction.
Cause of death appears
to be heart failure...
unless you know
what to look for.
Okay.
Uh, I... I'll take
your word for it.
But why are you telling me this?
Indulge us for another moment.
That's Ingrid Martinez.
She worked with you, too.
We think that someone
was planning to push her
in front of a train
earlier this week.
It didn't happen
because we placed
extra law enforcement
at the station.
Okay.
We believe all three
of these events
are connected, Mr. Ostrowski.
I'm sorry. Connected how?
Because they all had
the same summer job back in '88?
I know--
sounds crazy.
But did you know
that during the summer of 1988,
the insulation
in the Burger Palace kitchen
where you worked
contained asbestos?
I think you must.
After all, you filed a
suit against Burger Palace
alleging that the
asbestos in the piping
caused that cough of yours.
Yes, that's true.
I did file a suit.
Is something wrong with that?
No, not at all.
And from what I understand,
it's quite a compelling case.
So compelling,
as a matter of fact,
that the Burger Palace
didn't want to take it to court.
Which is why
they offered to settle.
They realized that if they
did settle with you,
they would face lawsuits
from everybody
who worked at that franchise
in 1988.
Which is why they offered
you a group settlement.
One lump sum, to be divided
among all the workers
who were exposed
to that asbestos.
Now, to hear their lawyers
tell it,
they gave you a choice.
Accept the group route or...
they would use
their considerable resources
to tie your suit up in court
for years.
Well, they're a big company.
And yes, they're playing
hardball. So?
So, you knew
that the fewer people around
to claim their piece
of the settlement,
the larger your share would be.
Our guess is that
every member of the group
that was eliminated
is worth about
an extra million to you.
You can't prove any of that.
I urge you to take
a look at the stain
on the right elbow
of that jacket.
We believe it's mucus.
The right elbow--
that's where you tend
to cover your mouth
when you're hacking up phlegm
from your asbestosis,
isn't it?
If we were to test your
DNA against the DNA
on that portion
of the jacket,
we'd find a match,
wouldn't we?
Hey.
Hey.
Oh. Oh, honey.
I'm sorry
I couldn't pick you up.
Honey, how can I help you?
Did you get any
sleep last night?
You mean, like, in a bed,
where you close your eyes?
Sweetie, you need
to get some rest.
I would that I could,
but I got a eulogy to write.
You know what I regret?
I regret that I didn't let you
make that call.
I regret that the two of you
didn't get to talk.
She loved you, Allison.
She loved that I
was married to you.
And I think she understood
about the lie.
I do.
I even kind of think she
was grateful for it.
Come on.
You get some rest.
It was such a long trip.
Okay.
I'm going to be in the
living room for a little bit,
trying to sum up a life.
Oh. Did you just get back?
Who are you
talking to?
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He's writing
a beautiful eulogy.
He's really
a pretty terrific son.
He's a pretty terrific
husband, too.
God, I was worried about you.
Last night,
when you came to see me,
you came and went so quickly.
I was worried
that you were angry.
No. Just confused.
I didn't really understand
what had just happened to me.
I felt wonderful
and wonderfully sad
all at the same time.
It's funny-- nothing in life
prepares you for death.
I feel terrible
about what I did--
deceiving you like that,
giving you false hope.
It's okay. I understood.
But how could you?
I just did.
I knew from the first day
you told me.
Deep down, I thought...
this is a lie.
This is a beautiful,
generous lie.
But I liked it, so I lived it.
As long as I could, anyway.
It seemed so much nicer
than the truth.
Take care of my boy
and my granddaughters.
I've peeked,
and there's some darkness ahead.
What do you mean?
What kind of darkness?
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have done that.
It's going to be
a wonderful life.
Well, wait.
Tell me about the darkness.
Allison.
Who you talking to?
Nothing. No one.