Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 2 - The Match Game - full transcript

I had this friend,
back in college.

She used to say there's
someone for everyone.

That no matter who you are,

there's one person out there
who can make you happy.

One person who can
make you whole.

I don't know
if that's true or not,

but it is a comforting idea.

Comforting, that is,
until you start to think about

all the people
who never find "the one."

I mean, it's a big world.

You could spend
your whole life looking



and never find that person.

Or worse,

you could cross paths
with your soul mate

and never even know it.

But what if there was a way

to prevent these
missed connections?

What if you could look at
the person who's right for you

and just know?

Say you were born
with something

that only one other person
in the world had.

Then you'd never walk away
from your one true love.

Wouldn't it be nice?

Wouldn't it be
a whole lot better?

Hello.



Hey, it's Lee.
Sorry to call so early,

but we just found another
woman's body in Centennial Park.

Oh, no.

Strangled with a length of wire
and left on a jogging path,

same as the first two victims.

Manny's on his way,
asked me to give you a call.

I'll be right there.

Hey. Honey, I gotta go.

Yeah, I heard.

Okay.

Mm. What was that about?

I'm so glad
we found each other.

Mm-hmm.

♪ Medium 7x02 ♪
The Match Game
Original Air Date on October 1, 2010

Hey.

Where's Mommy?

Oh. Mommy had to go to work.

Why? What's wrong?

I had a bad dream.

A really bad dream.

The kind where somebody
gets murdered.

Sweetie,
I understand you're scared,

but you really have
to tell me what you saw.

Hmm?

Honey, listen,

if somebody got hurt, or-or
somebody's going to get hurt,

we want to be able
to help them.

Right? Right? Yeah?

Okay.
Hey, Marie,

how many, um, how many
people were in your dream?

Two.

Okay. And, uh, and do you
know where they were?

They were in a hotel.

I know 'cause there was
a towel on the floor that said

Shan... Shan-gri-la.

Okay, the-the Shangri-La Hotel.

See? That was easy.

And these people, they were...

There was a lady,
and a really angry man,

and they were in
their underpants.

Their underpants?

And the really

angry man and the lady
were wrestling on the bed.

Wait. This...
this happened on a bed?

He was biting her neck,

and she was scratching
his back,

and she kept screaming,
"Yes, yes, yes!"

But it didn't matter.

Even though
he got his answer,

he kept wrestling her.

Ah-ha.

You want to tell her,
or should I?

Tell me what?

Hey, Marie, I, uh...

We don't think that you saw
somebody getting murdered.

No?

Far from it. I mean,
those people, they were...

Hey!

What?

I want to know.

They were...
they were playing.

They... they liked each other.

So they were playing.

But why didn't they have
any clothes on?

I'm thinking
that they were washing them.

Yeah. They were probably
just waiting for the clothes

to come out... of the dryer.

You think that's what it was?

I think that's a very
distinct possibility.

Their clothes
were in the hotel dryer,

and they had
to wait for them.

So they played.

On the bed.

Yep.

Yep.

Makes sense.

Okay.

Come on.

Hey.

I'm really hoping
you got something to tell me.

I just got done interviewing
the park rangers,

and none of them
saw anything.

Something wrong? Have I got
something on my forehead?

No... No, I just, uh...

Lee, uh... these
people over here,

you don't notice anything
strange about them, do you?

I don't know.

The reporters, I get.
The rest of them,

I always wonder what
they do for a living,

that they can just
stand around watching us...

stand around.

Yeah. I always wondered
about that, too.

Name's Melinda Sully.

According to her roommate, she
commuted to work on her bike.

Used to cut through the park
if she was running late.

Roommate begged Melinda
to stop using the park

after the killings
started, but, uh,

Melinda figured
all the murders

seemed to be happening
first thing in the morning.

Our best guess is that, uh,

the Strangler assaulted her
last night, on her way home.

The forensic team
find any evidence we can use?

No, not a thing.

Just like the first two victims.

Guy's a clean freak.

Okay, great.

Okay.

Just got off the
phone with the mayor.

He wants you to know
that you have

whatever you need
to catch this guy.

You both have suns.

You both match.

Excuse me?

Nothing.
Detective, may I
speak with you?

I was just thinking.

Excuse me, sir.
Do you know that man?

Nope, haven't a clue.

Guess there's only one way
to find out. Excuse me.

Uh, that's okay.

Thank you.

Oh, thank... Hey, I'm so
sorry to bother you.

I, um, I'm just kind of
anxious to talk to somebody

involved in the
investigation.

Well, my name's
Allison Dubois.

I'm with the District
Attorney's office.

Maybe I can help you.

Great! I'm Gil Bureli.

I'm, uh, I'm president of the

local small business
association.

The Centennial Park
Small Business Association.

The thing is,

this, uh, this man, who keeps
killing all these women?

Um, the media keeps calling him
the Centennial Park Strangler.

And, uh, we, as the Centennial
Park Small Business Association,

we kinda, you know,

we kinda got some concerns
about that, you know?

So you don't like what
we're calling the murderer.

Yeah. I know, I-I-I know
it sounds kinda callous.

I know three women
have been killed,

I know this is the last
thing on your mind,

but honestly, it is,
it's really bad for business,

and, you know, my colleagues
and I, we were wondering if...

if there's a press
conference or something

and if they can maybe
call him by a different name

without Centennial Park in it.

I mean, I got some ideas
I could tell you...

Well, I can't promise you
anything, but I'll mention it.

Oh, that is
awesome, awesome.

Let me give you my card.
Thank you so much.

It's got my name and my number
on it, if you know of anything.

"Gilberto's.

Come and eat your heart out."

Yeah,
that's my restaurant.

I'm cooking supper up there
every single night.

Come on over.

Anyways, uh...

so, you know, if anything
comes up, just let me know.

Okay. Thanks.
Thank you so much.

Thanks.
Sure.

So I've read your report,

and I have to say,

I-I can't make
hide nor hair of it.

The client wanted to know

if they could apply
a plasma-assisted

Fischer-Tropsch process to
the mass production of Syngas.

That's all they wanted to know.

I've been through this thing
twice, and I can't figure out

if the answer's yes or no.

I know it's
inconclusive.

The results were
inconclusive.

I think Lydia and I just
need a little more time.

We don't have
any more time, Dave.

And I have a really
hard time understanding

how two qualified engineers

can spend the better
part of a month

working on this thing
and not crack it.

If you weren't making headway,
you should've come to me.

What happened?

I don't know, it
always seemed like

the answer was right
around the corner.

Lydia? You have
nothing to add?

Well, e-mail me the document,
and I'll spend

this afternoon and probably
the better part of this evening

going through it,
and see if I can

find a way to salvage
this thing.

Okay. Thanks.

Joe?

Yeah?

I-I wanted to apologize.

The truth is, I really couldn't
focus during the project.

Maybe I should've come to you,
talked to you about it.

I-I really wasn't sure
what to do.

I'm sorry, Lydia,
I don't understand

what you're talking about.

Dave.

He just keeps coming onto me.

I told him I wasn't
interested,

I'm still telling him
I'm not interested,

but the guy doesn't
want to hear it.

It's pretty much impossible
for me to work with him.

I'm sorry to burden
you with this,

but you are my
direct supervisor.

She's dreaming.

The woman is out of her mind.

Well, she's saying that she
can't work with you, Dave.

Y-you know what this is.

This is her setting me up
to take the fall

on that report
you didn't like.

I swear to you,
this is totally bogus.

I mean, we worked late
a few times.

I asked her if she
wanted to grab some dinner.

Same way I'd ask you
if we worked late,

"Do you want
to grab a bite?"

I wasn't hitting on her.

Okay. Well, I wasn't there, so I
don't know who said what to who.

I'm just saying you're lucky
that she came to me with this,

because if she felt like
she was being harassed,

she could've gone straight
to Human Resources...

HR? Come on.

Look. I know you've got
a lot on your plate,

I know we kinda dropped
the ball on that report,

I didn't do anything
out of line,

but if it'll make your life
easier, I'll apologize to Lydia.

No, don't do that.

Just steer clear of her
for a little while, okay?

Well, I feel like
I gotta do something.

Can I at least help you with
the mop-up on our report?

Uh, no. That's okay.
I'll handle the report.

Best thing you can do
for me right now

is just not make this worse.

Hey, Al, you in there?

I'm back here!

Girls are eating dinner.

ALLISON
Yes!

Yes! Yes!

You have a star!

We're a match! Yes.

I have a star, you have a star,
we're a match.

I beg your pardon?

Well, ever since this morning,
I've been seeing

these weird little symbols
over people's heads,

and I didn't really
know what to make of it.

And then I saw Lynn and Lee
standing next to each other,

and they both had these little
sun icons over their heads,

and they were a match.

How lovely for them.

And now... I see that we match.

We have stars!

I have a star,
you have a star.

We have stars, we match.

Are you okay?

Yeah, this is
good news, right?

Yeah, no, it's great,
it's exciting.

You're seeing
love matches,

Marie's dreaming about
people having sex.

So I'm just wondering,

hey, I'm just wondering if
maybe we should take a drive

down to the hospital

have the neurologist on
call take a look at you,

see if he thinks this
is as much fun as you do.

Honey, why?
Why would we do that?

Well, we would do
that because, Al,

last year you had a
stroke and a tumor.

'Cause I just want to make sure
there's nothing wrong with you.

WOMAN
Paging Dr. Bender.

Paging Dr. Bender.
Come on.

It's been two hours
since we got that CAT scan.

When do you think we're going
to be able to see a doctor?

Hey. Doctor's gonna walk in
in exactly...

Oh, wait a second, you're
the psychic in the family.

Why don't you tell me when the
doctor's going to get here?

What are you so angry
and impatient about?

Hmm?

Just trying to make sure
you're okay, okay?

Maybe just tell yourself
you're doing it for me.

I'm sorry to make you wait,
Mrs. Dubois.

Just now got the results
of your test.

I'm Doctor Bennette,

and I'm happy to say that
there's nothing wrong with you.

Nothing at all abnormal
in your scan.

If these, uh, if these
hallucinations persist,

we can take another look,

but for tonight,
based on what I see,

you're fine.
You can go home.

All right. Well,
thank you, thank you.

Sorry to bring you out here
in the middle of the night.

Oh, no problem.

Now, do you have any questions
for me?

You know, I just have one.

Are you seeing someone?

Okay, so now
you're Cupid?

Stop.

I'm just saying.

With everything
that's been going on,

with everything
that I've been seeing?

I think something's
trying to tell me

that this man

and this woman

belong together.

That's all.

Al, you don't know
either of these people.

Why are you
getting involved?

Why are you being
such a grump?

Come on, babe,
this is nice.

This is fun.

Most of the stuff
that I see

is so full of darkness
and death and...

You know what? This is a chance

to do something positive.

This is a chance to make
two people very happy.

Oh, my God, you're not actually
calling one of them, are you?

Shh, grumpy man!

Come on,
I have a match to make.

Hi. Hello. Dr. Bennette.

This is Allison Dubois.

Um, you just treated me,
it's Tuesday night.

Uh, I just really
want to thank you

for coming down to the hospital,

and, uh,
for being so reassuring.

And you know, there was
something about you

that I just thought we could be
great friends.

And I know this great little
Italian restaurant.

So, give me a call.

Um, 602-555-0147 if you're free.

MAN
Mr. Dubois?

What is it, Carter?

I have to get this report out.

I know, you didn't
want to be disturbed,

but I have Mr. Burroughs
on the line?

I told her I was sorry.
Is that a crime?

I thought we agreed you weren't
going to talk to her at all.

No. No,
we never said that.

You never said that.
Yes, we did.

Hold on a second.
You said
not to make it worse.

I told you to stay clear of
her for a few days.
I apologized.

How could that
make it worse?

I don't know, David.
You tell me.

The company's being sued,
all right?

She's suing us. Apparently over
something that you said.

Look, all I said to her
is that we had spoken,

and that I was sorry.

And that... it was a real shame.

What's a real shame?

That apparently
we can't have dinner

because we work together,
and that maybe if we're lucky,

one of us will get fired so it
won't be a problem anymore.

That last part was a joke.

Hold on a second, you said
maybe one of you will get fired?

You outrank her.

You've worked on this project
longer than her.

Don't you see how that could
be construed as a threat?

Joe... how am I supposed
to know she can't take a joke?

You weren't supposed to be
talking to her

in the first place!

You know what? Go home!

What?

Come on, Joe, this ridicu...

The company's in litigation
because of you.

I can't trust you to stay
away from this woman.

I don't have a choice.

You're suspended
until further notice.

Allison. Hi.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Doctor.

Judy. It's a cozy place.

Oh, I am so glad you made it,

I am so glad you found it.
Oh, hey.

I don't know that I've
ever had a patient call me

and ask me to lunch
to thank me before.

Certainly never a
patient who's, um,

how do you think
of yourself?

As famous?
Or notorious?

I don't think I'm notorious.

I-I don't even really think
I'm famous.

I just think I'm me.

I don't know.
I find people like you--

the idea of people like you--
fascinating.

You two need a few more minutes?

Um, I don't think we had
a chance to look, yet.

Take your time.

Oh, wait.
There is one thing.

The chef here's the owner,
isn't he?

I think I met him the other day.
I'd love to say hello.

Yeah, well, he's usually
back there cooking,

but I'm not even sure
he's coming in today.

His assistant's manning
the kitchen right now.

Can I give him a
message for you?

Mm, no. I guess we just need
a second here.

I'll stop back.

So I-I, uh, have to ask...

How does it work? I mean...

Take me. You don't even
know me, and we...

But do you just meet someone
like me and see things, or...?

You know, it's different
for everyone.

There's really no rules,
nothing that you can count on.

Although I have to say, I had a
very strong instinct about you,

when you came into the hospital
last night.

What, oh, good news? Bad news?

It's good news.

I mean, I think,

although I really don't know
your situation.

My situation...

Well, it was...

it was kind of
a romantic instinct.

I really sensed that you were
going to meet this man,

and he was going to be
the right man for you,

and it was going to happen
so fast...

But, I mean, I don't know,
you could have a husband

who you love, and this could be
a terrible mistake...

Oh, I have a fabulous condo

and a cat who meows
when I come home at night

and a car I treat
as if it's my child.

No. No...

Where is he? When is
all this gonna happen?

You don't even have to
buy me lunch, now,

this is so much better.

Uh, well, I don't know,
you know?

I really thought it was
going to happen today,

but now I'm thinking...

Uh, you know what?

Just forget what I said.

I don't know
what I'm talking about.

Just... order something.
Order something expensive.

Order two things.

Order something for your cat!

That was fun.
And delicious.

Again, thank you so much
for coming in last night.

And please just forget
everything I said in there.

Not on your life.

When I-when I meet
him, I'll call you.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, Lee.

I just wanted you to know

I just got back from sorting
through piles of doggy-doo

at Centennial Park.

Tell me you found something.

That wire was right where
you said it'd be.

Lab says the blood on the wire's
Melinda Sully's.

But they also found
some fingerprints on the gloves

that were in the bag,

and on the bag itself.

We think those belong
to the Strangler.

That's great.

Well, they don't match anything
we have on file

but still, it's a hell of a lot
more than we had this morning.

What was that? You okay?

Uh, yeah. No, I'm fine, it's
just a little fender-bender.

Listen, Lee, I've gotta go.

Oh, man, I am so sorry.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm-I'm-I'm fine.

I shouldn't have
backed up so fast.

Ay, ay...

Well, it doesn't
look that bad.

You know, we should probably
exchange information

for insurance purposes.
Oh, right.

You know what? This is my fault.
I was going way too fast.

I... God, I was late for work.
I don't know why

I think they can't do
the lunch rush without me.

You work here?

Yeah, I'm the owner.

You know what?

Would you want to... would you
want to come for dinner tonight?

Excuse me?

I mean, I hit your car.

I mean, the least I can do
is cook you a nice dinner.

You can bring a friend, you
can bring your family, uh...

God, bring a bunch of strangers,
if you want.

I'm ready to accept
your apology anytime now.

Congratulations.
Keep it.

You stuck to your guns and
created a car accident.

They liked each other.

They had chemistry. I saw it.

Yoo-hoo,
are you listening to me?

Hey, you know,
you play your cards right,

I might have one match left
in me tonight.

What the hell?
According to this,

Lydia is going to name me
as a party in her suit.

It says I fostered a
hostile work environment

by failing to take the
proper corrective measures.

Huh?
What?

It's all right here.

These are the papers she served
the company this afternoon.

I gotta send an e-mail.

I gotta respond to this.
Well, how are you going
to respond?

I-I don't know. I gotta let them
know that... I'll hire a lawyer

or I'll file a countersuit

or whatever it takes to keep my
name out of this.

I mean, these are lies.
This woman's playing dirty.

I got to show her that if-if
she's gonna be coming after me,

I'm gonna go after her.

Go... you go ahead,
just go to sleep.

I-I just wanted you to know
I never do things like this.

Oh, okay.

Eat till I'm stuffed.

Drink till I'm silly.

Stay out late
with a guy I just met.

I'm a doctor; I'm not
an impulsive person.

Oh, okay.

So, why me? Why tonight?

I don't know.
You seem nice.

Oh, okay.

And you're cute.

Oh, thank you very much.

Someone told me to be on the
lookout for a guy like you.

Really? Wow, that's funny.

'Cause, um...

I've always been on the
lookout for someone like you.

Do you want some more wine?

Uh, yeah.

Cool.

It's so beautiful.

I never knew
about this spot.

Oh, oh!

I love, love, love it here.

It's like my own private little
oasis, my own private

little piece of heaven.

It's nice, right?

It's like there's nobody
else in the world.

Hello?

It's Lee.

Sorry to wake you, but I thought
you'd want to know.

The Strangler killed another
woman last night.

Dr. Judith...
Dr. Judy Bennett.

You get a hold of anyone?

Davalos.

I talked to Davalos. I told
him everything that I know.

So, that's it. Right?

You told him who
the killer is,

gave him his name,
where he works?

Yeah.

Allison...

I don't understand.

I... I thought that
they were a match.

I thought that they were
supposed to be together.

She was so nice
at the hospital.

She was so nice at lunch,
and she trusted me.

And I introduced her
to a killer.

No, you didn't actually
introduce her.

Yes, I did,
I brought them together.

I thought that's what
I was supposed to do.

I thought that's what
I was supposed to do.

Hey, Joe.

Hi.

So, what's next?

I'm ready to work.

You know, ever since
I told you about David,

you haven't thrown
any new projects my way.

I'm just trying to
be smart about it.

Trying to find
the right thing.

Really?

How hard is it to look?

You know what, Lydia?
With everything that's going on,

I think it's probably
not a good idea

for us to talk
without attorneys present.

So, I'll see you inside.

You were... you were
busy last night, huh?

I got a call from my attorney
first thing this morning.

He said your attorney
e-mailed him,

something about reserving your
right to file a countersuit.

Yeah, I really don't want
to discuss this here.

Well, I just want you
to know I don't think
that's a good idea.

It's just so close
to being over.

The company's already
talking settlement.

Yeah, well, the company's

not the only party
named in the lawsuit,

so they gotta do
what they gotta do

and I gotta do
what I gotta do.

Ow.

That really hurts.

Yeah, I think that's definitely
gonna leave a mark, don't you?

What are you doing?

This is where you grabbed me

when I told you I wouldn't drop
my lawsuit.

You asked me to
meet you here.

I thought that was weird,
but you said it was important.

You said we needed to talk.

Remember?

It's good timing, actually,
'cause I was

just about to go to my
attorney's office.

I'm sure he'll be
very interested in
photographing my injury.

That's not gonna work.

Oh, I think it's gonna
work magnificently.

Joe, come on.

Look, I just want
things to go smoothly.

And forget your
countersuit.

I'm not coming
after you, anyway.

I only named you

because you're my
direct supervisor

and I needed to turn the
heat up on the company.

But I don't... I
don't want your money.

I just want a settlement.

So, why don't you just sit back,
let the law take its course?

This'll all be over
before you know it.

I can't believe you're just
going to let him go.

We have no choice.

Forensics just got done
comparing his prints

to the prints on the baggie
and the glove

we found near Melinda's body.

There is no match.
It's not even close.

No, he is the Strangler.

I saw him kill
Judy Bennett.

I-I saw them together.

Bureli admits to meeting
Dr. Bennett yesterday.

He described the same car
accident you did.

He even admits to serving her
a free meal at his restaurant

yesterday evening.

But according to Bureli,
that's as far as it went.

His employees confirm

that he left work alone
at the end of the night.

Nothing at all to indicate

that they were together
when Dr. Bennett was killed.

But they were,
and he killed her.

I know you believe that,

but there's simply
no evidence to support it.

We've searched the victim's car,
we searched Bureli's apartment.

I can't hold the
man any longer.

Let him go!

Don't look so defeated.

Because of you we have
the Strangler's prints.

The fact that they're
not Gil Bureli's...

But we'll find him, you
know we'll find him.

Well, look at it this way.

You thought you'd introduced her
to her killer, but it turns out

you didn't, so that's got
to be some relief, right?

She's still dead.
Doesn't help me make sense

of the fact
that I saw him kill her.

You know, there was nothing
ambiguous about it.

There was nothing coded
or veiled.

I just don't know how I could
have been so wrong.

Daddy, remember those grown-ups

in their underpants I told you
about at the hotel?

Wow, do I feel left out.

Uh, oh, yes, yes, sweetie,
what about them?

Why were their pictures
on the kitchen table?

These are the two people

that you saw on the bed together
in the hotel?

Mm-hmm. I had another
dream about them tonight,

and they were doing it
again in the exact same spot.

Oh, I think you're wrong, honey.

I know these people;
I work with them.

They don't like
each other very much.

I don't think they'd play
on a bed together.

But they do.

They do it at the
Shangri-La Hotel,

and I seen it
two times now.

So, what you're telling me
is that Dr. Bennett

is both a victim of the
Centennial Park Strangler

and the Strangler herself?

I don't know what
I'm telling you;

I'm just telling you
what I dreamt.

Dr. Bennett murdered
Melinda Sully.

I'm... dubious.

But it's easy
enough to check.

We can take fingerprints
off the doctor's corpse

and compare them to the ones
we took off the plastic bag

and gloves we found.

But now let's talk about
the elephant in the room.

Putting aside the question
of why a neurologist

would strangle a women
to death with piano wire,

there's a small matter of
Dr. Bennett's murder, because

I think we can both agree
she didn't strangle herself.

Maybe there's more than one.

Sorry. More than one what?

More than one Strangler.

Mr. Bureli.

It's my friend at city hall.

You know, when I asked you
to ask the people you work with

to call the Centennial Park
Strangler another name,

Gil Bureli wasn't really
the name I had in mind.

We solved the stranglings--
at least one of them, anyway.

We found a murder weapon
and some fingerprints

near the body of Melinda Sully,
the third victim.

Turns out the fingerprints
belong to Dr. Judy Bennette.

What?

Wait a second. The lady
that was here the other night?

I-I thought she was...

Killed by the Strangler herself?
Yeah. I know.

Doesn't make much sense,
does it?

But we've been doing
a little research

into Dr. Bennette--
where she was

the night
of the first two killings--

and it turns out
that Dr. Bennette was speaking

at a medical conference
in Denver the first night,

and the second night,
she was staying

with her sister in Santa Fe,

so clearly,
she didn't kill these two women.

And obviously,
she didn't strangle herself,

so we're pursuing this theory

that Dr. Bennette
killed Melinda Sully,

and Melinda Sully alone,

and made it look like the work

of the Centennial Park
Strangler.

Now, why she
wanted Melinda dead,

we're not sure,
but we'll figure it out.

Right now, we're focusing on
catching the actual Strangler,

who we both know is you.

Oh, God.

Okay, this is...
this is ridiculous.

You people held me
for eight hours yesterday,

and you didn't even charge me.

You can't just keep accusing me
of this crime.

Do you know
what this is costing me?

My face was all over
the news last night.

People were just getting up and
walking out of my restaurant.

Oh, come on!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Are you seriously
giving me a ticket?

My wheels are like two inches
over the line here.

That's two inches too many, sir.

Oh, this is great.
This is great.

It's not enough that
the City of Phoenix

has completely destroyed
my livelihood.

You're going to give me
another ticket

for parking in front
of my own restaurant?

David.

Hey, I got an e-mail
you wanted to see me.

Does this mean
I'm not suspended anymore?

Hey.

Hi.

I, uh, I got
your e-mail.

What's he doing here?

Well, I want to have
a conversation with you both.

Well, I don't think I feel
comfortable with that.

Well, get comfortable.

You still work for me,
so come on in and have a seat.

Okay.

Now,

I think we need to put
this lawsuit behind us.

I think we need to take this
out of the legal realm

and deal with it ourselves.

No, we're not supposed
to discuss the lawsuit

with each other
and you know that.

I don't know that.

Come on, we're all thoughtful,
smart people.

We're the people to whom
all this actually happened,

not the lawyers,

so I think the three of us
need to go away,

check into a hotel
for a day, a week,

as long as it takes
to work this out.

What's this?

That's the place
I think we ought to go.

That's where you want to go?

The Shangri-La Hotel.

You know
the Shangri-La Hotel, right?

No?

Oh, it's a lovely little
out-of-the-way place.

It's perfect for a couple
who wants to file

a fraudulent
sexual harassment suit

against the company
they work for

but don't want
to stop sleeping together.

What are you accusing me of?

You're just determined
to make this worse

for yourself and the company,
aren't you?

You're telling me
you and Dave here

have never been
to the Shangri-La?

'Cause I drove
out there this morning,

I showed your pictures around,
and all the staff said

to say hi.

They have security cameras
in the check-in area.

The attorneys
at Burroughs-Strauss

are looking
at the tapes right now.

So...

Dave and Lydia...

what do you think is going
to happen to this lawsuit

once we find footage
of the two of you

checking into a hotel together?

I believe the technical term
for what you two

were engaged in
is "fraud."

So I want your resignations
on my desk within an hour,

and then the two of you
can go home, sit back,

and wait for the law
to take its course.

Honey, come on,
you were right by the phone.

Hello.

Okay, so I did like you said.

I pulled up
Gil Bureli's DMV file,

and it turns out you were right.

He does have quite a few
unpaid parking tickets.

He owes the city of Phoenix
about 800 bucks,

and it gets better.

Turns out Bureli spends
his weekends in Sonoma

and he owes their
department of transportation

three times what he owes us,

and he ignored a summons
to show up in traffic court.

Long story short: there's
a warrant out for his arrest.

A judge sentenced him
in absentia.

Oh, that's great.

He's going to jail?

Yeah, we just picked him up.

He's going to be a guest
of the Sonoma prison system

for five to seven whole days.

One of their deputies is driving
down to get him as we speak.

What, a week, that's it?

Well, hey, come on,
it's parking tickets.

Look, it's better than nothing.

He'll be locked up, he won't be
able to hurt anybody.

Maybe we can build a case
against him while he's inside.

So congratulations, you got
your man for five to seven days.

Well done.

Bad news?

I just sent the Centennial
Park Strangler to jail.

Yay for you.

For unpaid
parking tickets.

Ooh.

Yeah, he'll be out in

a week at most.

I just don't get it.

What did I even accomplish here?

I got a woman killed.

Correction-- you got
a killer killed.

Okay, point taken,

but still,
the real Strangler,

the one who enjoys
killing women--

he'll be out
in less than a week.

Please,

I did what you wanted--

I opened the safe,
I-I gave you the money.

Please just go.

No, not till I do this.

It's okay.

You don't need
to call anyone.

That killer that you
just dreamed about--

the police just arrested him

outside a liquor store
a few hours ago.

He was still covered
in the clerk's blood.

It's an open-and-shut case.

There's nothing for you to do.

You'll understand if I don't
take your word for that.

There's some people I
work with I need to call.

I just wanted you
to know I'm not mad

at you for putting me
in that man's path,

for getting me killed.

When you think
about what I did,

the punishment kind of
fits the crime,

don't you think?

I think so, too.

Excuse me.

That girl I killed--
Melinda Sully--

she was my patient.

She came to me complaining
of blurry vision.

I scanned her, told
her she was fine,

probably just stress.

Turned out
I was wrong.

She had a
pituitary adenoma.

It's a little...
little tumor tucked

right in back
of the brain.

It's tricky to diagnose.

Side effects can
be devastating--

blindness, heart disease.

By the time she got
a second opinion

and found out I was wrong,

it was too late to operate.

She sued me.

She had a great case.

She would have made millions

and I would have become
uninsurable, lost my practice.

So you murdered her?

She wasn't married,
her parents were dead.

There would be nobody to pick up
the case when she was gone.

Well, somebody might have
picked it up,

but without a victim
to point to,

the case gets awfully thin.

It's not my finest hour.

That's why I wanted to do
everything I could to help you.

That's why I sent you
that dream.

That dream-- what does this have
to do with that dream?

You saw that cute little heart

right above
Mr. Shotgun's forehead...

...just like the one I had,
just like the one Gil had.

That's Gil's new boyfriend.

They're perfect for each
other, don't you think?

What are you talking about?

That robbery happened in Sonoma.

When they put our friend
into the holding cell,

he was still so high on meth,
he could barely see straight.

He took quite a shine
to his new cell mate.

Gil tried playing hard to get.

He even put up a fight,

but it didn't end
too well for Gil.

Oh, no.

Don't bother.

He just finished
smashing Gil's head

against the metal toilet
in the cell.

The prison medic pronounced Gil
dead five minutes ago.

You should get
that, Allison.

They're calling to
tell you the news.

Don't look so upset.

Destiny is just destiny.

Sometimes two people
just find each other.

Hello.