Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 3 - Means and Ends - full transcript

Previously on Medium:

These are still frames
from a video.

The man wearing the mask is,
um, is raping the girl.

I'm almost certain
that's your brother.

You raped her, didn't you,
you fat weasel?

I didn't do it!

Admit what you did,
I will stand by you.

I'll get you help.

I don't need help.

I don't want help.

KIRA:
You deserve this.



You know that.

She's going after
your brother.

I just saw it, Lee.

Okay, we've got it covered,
Allison.

If Kira goes after Paul,
we'll pick her up.

ALLISON:
I couldn't sleep.

Please just tell me
everything's all right with you.

Paul's dead, Allison.

She got to him
before we could stop her.

(birds chirping)

BOY:
Dad's gonna kill me.

Why? What'd you do
now, Mr. Good?

I was in the garage
playing with Dad's tools,

just looking at them, you know.



And I picked up
the new ball-peen hammer.

Well, it kind
of hit the Buick

and made a big scratch.

FATHER (yells):
Where the hell did
this scratch come from?!

You kids hear me?!

I know it must
have been one of ya!

Who did this?!

I did.

What are you doing?

It was me.

I did it.

I was the one
who ruined our car.

All right,
get in here.

Take what's
coming to you.

Stop.

Why are you doing this?

Why not?

I'm better at taking
a smack than you are.

Pauly Scanlon, when I say
get your ass in here,

I mean now!

MAN:
You don't listen!

You don't
listen, damn it!

This is why he
doesn't listen!

Get up here.

I've had it
with you, Eric!

Nice dream, huh?

Nice memory.

MAN:
You understand me?!
Get up here!

How you doing?
You holding up okay?

Get up here!
Stand up!

I know I haven't
let you sleep much

the past week or so.

What can I tell you?
You know what
I ought to do?!

Sleep is for pansies.

MAN:
Get out of the way! Huh?

(man yelling)
WOMAN:
Hey, don't grab him!

Don't grab him!
(screams)

MAN:
Shut your mouth!

Stay down!

Whoa, whoa, wait a second,
Mr. Good.

You sure you want
to go in there?

You haven't had enough sleep.

(man shouting,
blows landing)

Your judgment's not
what it should be.

(loud knocking)

What do you want?

Remember me?

I was here last week.

Yeah, I know.
My wife called the cops.

But that was last week.

Some reason you're
here tonight?

I don't like you.

You guys okay?

Hey! Nobody invited
you in here.

This is America, man.

Cops can't just bust into
your house for no reason.

(bones cracking)
I got a reason.

How about I know
the second I turn my back,

I know you're going to beat him
and torture her?!

How about that?!

(groans)

(man grunting in pain)

(cackling)

JOE:
You okay?

You all right?

Yeah. Just had a dream. Just...

A crazy dream.

JOE:
What are you doing now?

Nothing. It's crazy.

There, see? I'm done.

Hello, stranger.

(phone vibrating)

Lee, you got a text.

It's Allison.

She wants to know
if you're okay.

Uh...

Yeah, sure.
Text her I'm fine.

♪ Medium 7x03 ♪
Means and Ends
Original Air Date on October 8, 2010

(phone ringing)

Hello.

WOMAN:
Is this Ariel Dubois?

Oh, Did I wake you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I knew I should have waited
another hour before I called.

Who is this?

Guess who just called?

ALLISON:
You're still not dressed.

I thought I told you--

if you wanted to drive
Daddy's car today,

that you had to be up and ready
to take Daddy and the girls at 7:45.

I just talked
to my roommate.

My college roommate.

She just called me.

She's from Texas.
Her name is Melissa,

and she sounds really nice.

Your college roommate?

This is really
happening, isn't it?

Well, congratulations, honey.

I didn't even know that
they'd already assigned
rooms and roommates.

I know. Me neither.

But she got a letter yesterday
with my name and phone number.

So I should be getting
one today.

And she had
this really great idea

that maybe instead of us
flying out to New Hampshire

in two weeks, we could take
the money and use it

to buy a car
and drive it out there.

I mean a used car.

BRIDGETTE:
This is my favorite part,

where you say something so dumb
that no one knows what to say.

Gonna miss this.

A used car?
Drive out there?

What are you
talking about?

Why would we
want to do that?

This is your roommate's idea?

She doesn't have
a car either,

and Dartmouth is kind of
in the middle of nowhere.

So she thought if I had one,
she could pay for insurance

and we could split the gas.

That's very generous of her,

letting you buy it and all.

We're not doing it.

But we already went online,

started looking for used car
deals around here.

I mean, they're actually
quite reasonable.

No.

Go on, go get dressed.

Or I'm taking the girls
to school and myself to work.

(elevator bell dings)

MAN:
This is America, man.

Cops can't just bust into
your house for no reason.

(bones cracking)

(elevator bell dings)

We are going to
follow the process.

Thank you very much
for coming in.

Trust me.
Tell your boy
he's done. Done!

Got it?

(knocking on door)

Do you mind if I ask you
what that was all about?

An unhappy citizen,
I'm afraid.

He's sworn out a complaint

against our friend
Detective Scanlon.

Seems there was some sort
of domestic violence incident

at his home a week ago.

Lee was the responding officer.

According to him, Lee showed up
at his home again last night

for no apparent reason,

entered his house
completely uninvited

and proceeded
to physically assault Mr....

Laurence Raymond

in front of his wife
and child.

And now he wants
the good people of Phoenix

to pay him for his pain
and anguish.

And could they also please throw
that nasty Detective Scanlon

off the force and into jail.

Wow.

So what happens now?

Unfortunately, we have to go
through the charade

of holding
a police trial board hearing.

What do you mean charade?

Mr. Raymond is no stranger
to the justice system

here in Phoenix.

He's got a rap sheet going back
over two decades.

Now I'm not saying
that I don't believe him,

but he wouldn't be
the first criminal

with a grudge to have someone
beat him up

and then claim a cop did it.

I just resent the hoops
that we're all going to have

to jump through
to make this go away.

What do you mean?
What kind of hoops?

Well, I'm sure Lee's going
to want me to defend him,

friends like you to testify
on his behalf.

It's... it's a lot of work,
a lot of time.

These trial boards
are no cakewalk.

It's pretty much a given that
they're going to bring up

Lee's past substance
abuse problems.

He's going to need
every positive character
witness he can get.

I'm assuming he--
we-- can count on you?

Of course.

(loud thud, Ariel gasps)

(muffled yelling)

Yes?

Uh...

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

Um... I'm looking for Rebecca.

Is this a joke?

Uh, no.

I'm here about this ad.
About her car.

When did you see this?
When did you speak to her?

I... I didn't speak to her.

A friend and I saw it
this morning online.

My daughter hasn't
been home in three days.

She or the car.

You wouldn't happen to know
where she is, would you?

No. Like I said, I, uh, I just
saw the ad online this morning.

Sam, this girl doesn't
know Rebecca.

You don't need
to grill her.

I've got the police
on the phone.

Why don't you go take over
for me.

Tell them what you know.
I'll deal with this. It's okay.

It's okay.

Sorry about that.

It's just really bad timing.

We don't know where
Rebecca is at the moment,

much less her car.

I'm so sorry.

I better get back in there.

No, I-I understand.

I just hope she turns up soon.

Thanks.

(loud thud, muffled yelling)

(muffled yelling)

(muffled yelling continues)

Sorry, but I don't really
see the problem here.

All they're gonna ask you
is whether you think

Scanlon is a good cop.

And all you got to say
is that you think

Scanlon is a good cop.

No, I know.

But what, I just ignore
the rest of it?

I mean, he's telling everybody

that he never put a glove
on that guy,

and I saw him beat
the hell out of him.

No, you didn't see him
do anything.

And you can't be certain

whose thoughts
or impressions

or imaginings
you might have
been channeling.

And that's an important
distinction.

Nobody actually saw
him do anything

other than this guy and
supposedly his wife and kid,

who are by no means unbiased.

ARIEL:
Mom?

I need to talk to you
about something.

Look, I know that

you and Dad told me not to even
go over there, but I went

and I think that something bad
happened to her, okay?

I think that somebody took her.

Okay, we'll make some calls.

I've been looking for an excuse
to call Lee.

Maybe this is it.

(phone rings)

Mmm...

Hello.

MELISSA:
Oh, no.

Did I seriously wake you up
twice in one day?

Melissa? Is that you?

It's, like, the middle
of the night in Texas.

Sorry. I'm just a night owl,

and I figured if you didn't want
to answer the phone,

you wouldn't leave it on.

And besides, I wanted
to hear about your day.

My day turned out pretty weird,
actually.

But how about I call you back
tomorrow

and tell you all about it?

Not now?

I'm half asleep. (chuckles)

Um, uh, give me your number

'cause it doesn't come up
when you call.

And I didn't get my roommate
letter from Dartmouth today.

Melissa?

Sorry. I thought I heard
something outside of my house.

I guess it was nothing.

(glass breaks)

What was that?

Oh, my God!
I think someone's trying

to break into my house!

Go away!
Melissa, can you see
who it is?

I told you that I don't want
to see you!

Hang up with me
and call the police.

Melissa? Are you still there?
Can you hear me?

(crashing sounds,
Melissa screams)

Melissa! Melissa!

(disconnected phone beeping)

(distraught):
But how are you
supposed to find her?

It's not like I have
her address or anything.

Honey, Aurora
is a small town.

The police will know
where she lives.

Any luck?

Do the police know
who Melissa was?

Are they gonna send somebody
by her house to look?

Absolutely. The Aurora police
knew exactly who she was.

Honor roll student,

getting ready
to go off to Dartmouth.

Someone like that's pretty
conspicuous in a small town.

But I don't think they're gonna
be sending somebody

over to her house
to take a look.

What are you saying?

Why not?
Why wouldn't they?

Because Melissa Drake's dead.

She has been for 11 years.

What?

(phone beeps)

(groggy):
What are you doing?

Are you waiting on a call
from some deceased alumni

from our old alma mater?

Mmm.

Just checking to see
if Lee called me back.

Lee?

Yeah, I called him earlier

about that girl that Ariel's
worried about.

You know, the first one.

The one that hasn't been dead
for 11 years.

Thank you for that.

It's very hard
to keep the dead women
straight around here.

That's not funny.

He didn't call me back.

I never see him
around the office anymore.

He doesn't return my texts.

I haven't even spoken with him

since I had that awful dream
about him.

Allison, it's the
middle of the night.

Do you honestly expect
him to call you

in the middle
of the night?

No, I know. I just thought...

I thought maybe I could
at least write him an e-mail.

But I won't.

YOUNG PAUL:
I'm sorry!
(belt lashing)

I'm sorry!

FATHER:
What do you say?

(belt lashing,
Young Paul grunts)

If you're really sorry,
then say it

without that smirk on your face!

YOUNG PAUL (grunts):
I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!

But I'm not! Oh!
(belt lashing)

(belt lashing,
Young Paul cries out)

(grunts)

(panting)

What's the matter,
Mr. Good?

Can't sleep?

(door opens)

(hushed):
Honey, what are you doing up?

I saw your light on.
It's 2:00 in the morning.

Can't sleep.

Reading about Melissa Drake.

What about you?

What are you doing up?

I don't know.

Something's on my mind.

I went to the kitchen,
wrote a e-mail.

She was about to start
Dartmouth...

just like me.

And when they found her,

she still had her phone
in her hand.

The police thought
that maybe she was trying

to call for help.

I don't get it.

This happened 11 years ago.

So why was she calling me
tonight?

I don't know, sweetie.

You realize what you're saying
is crazy, right?

MAN:
I don't think so.

I don't think being
honest with someone

about how you
feel is crazy.

I'm going to college in a week.

I'm packing my trunk.

I'm selling my car.

I love you,
Rebecca.

You're twice my age.

And you're my uncle.

If you could just
listen to me, just...

put off
going to school.

Give us a chance!

Us?

There is no us.

I need to call my mom.

Rebecca...

♪ ♪

(grunts, gasping)

(muffled yelling)

(gasps, wheezing)

(phone rings)
Here he is.

You wanted to see me?
Yeah.

Come on in, Lee.

So how are you?

You look sleep-deprived.

What can I tell you?
I guess not being

allowed to do my job
doesn't agree with me.

Listen, I'm well-aware

that pending the outcome
of your trial review

that the department has ordered
you to refrain from any work

that might put you in contact
with the general public, but...

Nothing like a vote of
confidence from your peers.

But Allison--

or rather
Allison's daughter--

thinks she might know
where that missing girl is...

or more accurately, who might be
behind her disappearance.

She has an uncle

Ariel is convinced
abducted her.

DEVALOS:
He's a contractor by trade.

Made lots of money
by taking abandoned

and rundown buildings
and fixing them up.

He owns properties
under lots of names

all over Phoenix.

Our best guess is

that he's keeping this girl
in one of them.

Why you telling me all this?

I'm on administrative furlough.

I've asked the department
to give me permission

to get you to follow him.

Not to make any actual contact,
just keep tabs on him.

See if he leads us to her.

Why? I mean, why me?

There's a lot
of other detectives.

Lee, your trial starts
next week.

As the man who's gonna go out
and plead your case,

I'd like to be able
to tell the board,

"Hey, this detective's
still out there.

"He's doing
important work.

Solving
difficult crimes."

And actually,
it was Allison's idea.

Thank you for that
in there.

Hey, I want to
tell you something.

I had a dream about you.

It was about everything that
happened the other night.

Really?

It was a really weird dream.

How weird?

Your brother Paul was in it.

Okay.

You were behaving...

well, it was exactly like
the man

who brought charges against you
was describing.

Okay, well,
now I'm a little confused.

You tell Devalos
to twist my boss's arm,

put me on this case.

Then you tell me you had a dream
where I assault a citizen

in front of his wife and kid.

Yeah, with your
dead brother watching,

which makes it

a pretty easy
dream to dismiss.

Plus the fact

that I've never seen you act
like that in real life.

Come on. Lee, this is the part

you're supposed to say to me,
"No, I never plowed my knee

"into that man's nose with his
little boy standing there

just pleading for me to stop."

I know how this sounds.

I don't honestly know
what happened that night.

I don't really remember.

I was working on
about 45 minutes sleep,

and I still am.

And when I think about it,
I don't really care.

Are you familiar
with the expression,

"The end justifies the means"?

I needed that guy to stop
beating on his wife and kid.

I sat in my car for a week
and I watched him threaten

and bully and brutalize them.

And when you thought about it
as much as I have,

you realize that whether I laid
a glove on him or not,

that's really kinda beside
the point.

What matters is there's no way
in hell that he could ever raise

so much as a pinky to that lady
or that little boy ever again,

not without blowing his case.

Not without admitting
to the world

that he needs to be locked away.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey, what about you?

I'm worried about you.

Don't worry about me.
I'm fine.

I just need a little sleep.

Thank you for this.

I won't let you down.

(sighs)

Hello, Allison's voice mail.

This is Lee Scanlon,
roving detective.

Well, either our boy
definitely has

an unexpected female houseguest

or else he has a weird
propensity

to load up on feminine
drugstore products.

I'll call later.

Come on, you son of a bitch,
make me a hero.

Take me home.

Show me
where you're keeping her.

You're stopping at the dentist?

It's almost 4:30.

Don't you know your houseguest
needs her toothpaste?

YOUNG PAUL:
You're not crying, are you?

Wasn't so bad.

PAUL:
Hey, Mr. Good.
How you feeling?

Nice and refreshed
after your little nap?

Oh, no.

What's the matter,
you lose something?

Damn!

(beeping)

WOMAN:
Phoenix Police Department.

Dispatch, this is Scanlon.

I need some help out there.

Tell me if anyone's got eyes
on a gray Ford Focus.

License
8-7-Bravo-Bravo-Golf-Hotel.

(phone beeps)

Anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there.

MAN:
Detective, I think
I see the vehicle,

making its way west
down Market.

Great. Fantastic.

Do you want me
to pull him over?

No, no. We can't let him know
he's being followed.

I need him to lead me
to this girl.

Just keep eyes on him

till I can get over there
and catch up with him, okay?

Sorry, Detective, I didn't copy.

You want me to pull him over?

No! Do not stop him! Damn it!

PAUL:
What's the matter, bro?
Forget to charge your phone?

Detective, I'm not hearing you.
Used to happen to me all the time.

He's getting ready
to enter the freeway.

I'm pulling him over.

No! Do not pull him over!

Do not pull him over!

Sir, I need you to step out
of the vehicle.

(tires squealing)
No! Let him go!

That's right, put your hands
on the vehicle, please.
Let that man go!

Detective, if you can hear me,
suspect has been apprehended.

We'll be waiting
for you here.

What's the matter,
Mr. Good?

Having a bad day?

Well, don't you worry.

I'm here for you,
little brother.

Just like I always been.

I mean, how could
Detective Scanlon do that?

Doesn't he realize
that he ruined everything?

I don't know, sweetie.

I don't have a good answer.

If that man knows
the police are following him,

he's never going to go to where
he's keeping his niece.

I mean, he'll leave her
there to rot.

I realize that.

I'm sure that Detective Scanlon
realizes that, too.

So what now?

I don't know.
Sleep, I guess.

You okay?

Yeah.

Go back to sleep.

(car alarm chirps)

(sighs)

PAUL:
Come on, Mr. Good.

It's going to make you
feel so much better.

Come on, smoke it.

Oh, man, what the hell
is the matter with you?

Are you sure
we're even brothers?

REBECCA'S UNCLE:
I spent the day today

leading police detectives
through all of my properties

here in Phoenix, assuring them
that I have absolutely no idea

where she might be.

So now in order to get the
investigation back on track,
(knocking)

I am funding a $100,000 reward

for any kind of information...

Bad time?

...that might lead

to her safe return...
Is there any other kind?

Come on in.

We just want our Rebecca...
Lynn's at work.
Baby's at day care.

So if anyone out there
has any information,

please come forward.
It's one of my many admirers.

Call the hot line.
You can call anon...

I had another dream about you.

Was it a happy dream?

Tell me it was a happy dream.

Well... (chuckles)
I liked the ending.

You were staring temptation
in the eye

and you told it to go home.

You put it back in the trunk
of your car.

Back under the
wheel well.

Wow.

I know this dream.

Was your brother
in your version?

Excuse me?

Your dead brother Paul.

In my dream, he was
egging you on.

He was pushing you

to fall off the wagon
with all his might.

No. My brother was not present
in my version of the dream,

but then again,
I don't really need any help

falling off wagons.

I'm a BYOG,

bring your own gravity
kind of a guy.

Be that as it may--
you know, he's haunting you.

If anyone deserves
to be haunted...

You've done nothing
to deserve this.

He's a bad guy, Lee.

Bad in life, bad in death.

Which is why I came here
to tell you,

he is working you hard.

So if you feel like...
like you're gonna fall,

if you feel like you're going
to hurt yourself, call me.

You know, I'll keep you steady.

I'll help you.

'Cause this isn't a fair fight.

I don't know,
maybe it kind of is.

Why would you say that?

(chuckles)

Well, I always just kind
of assumed you knew.

Knew what?

You remember that night
you dreamed

that lady was going to kill
my brother?

You called me to warn me.

I told you that
it was too late--

it already happened?

I lied.

It hadn't happened yet,

but it sure sounded like
a good idea to me.

Oh, my God.

My God.

You let him die.

You-you let her kill him.

Like I said,
the end justifies the means.

You still going to be there
to help me?

You still going
to keep me steady?

I don't know.

Give my best to Lynn
and the baby.

I'm sorry, sir.

I don't know if
I can go through with it.

I mean, I know that there
are plenty of people

willing to testify
on his behalf.

I think it will
all be fine without me.

I'm sorry, sir.

Thank you.

(water running)

(water stops)

Devalos?

How'd he take it?

He sounded, uh,

disappointed, puzzled.

Well, it is, you know, puzzling.

Excuse me?

Tell me again why
you're mad at the guy.

Because I called him.

I told him, "Your brother
is going to die tonight."

He did nothing.

He just let it happen.

So?

So a man died unnecessarily.

A man who rapes
and tortures women.

Young girls, actually.

Who knows what else?

I think that's beside
the point.

Sorry, I disagree.
That is the point.

Hey, I'm sorry.
I dreamt it for a reason.

I dreamt it so I could warn him.

Says you.

I mean, it looks like
it was his destiny

to perish that night, Allison.

It sure looks like
it was his fate.

Clearly it wasn't, or I wouldn't
have had that dream.

I wouldn't have been able
to warn him.

Okay, so let me
get this straight.

So if for some reason we'd
stayed up late that night,

if we hadn't gone to bed, one of
the kids was sick or something,

you didn't have the dream,

so you didn't call Scanlon,
and his brother still died,

then that would have
been okay?

But I-I did get to bed.

I did have the dream,
I did make the call.

Wow, so you're really important.

You're like an instrument
of God or something.

Hey, I didn't say
anything like that.

Well, you did, kind of.

You're saying that fate can have
one plan, but that if you have

a dream that contradicts it
and people ignore it...

This is a ridiculous
conversation.

Yeah, you're right,
but I didn't start it.

A friend of yours has a brother
who deserves to die, dies,

but because you had a dream
about it and told him so

and he did nothing to stop
what seems like

a pretty fortuitous thing,
he's a bad guy?

That's not all of it.

What? You mad because
he didn't take drugs?

He beat that guy up
the other night.

He denied him
his basic civil rights.

That's the bad guy's version.

Your friend doesn't remember
what happened

and he needs your help.

Fine. Except I dreamt he did it.

I'm sorry, there were
dead people in your dream

that night, Allison.

Doesn't that at least
give you pause?

Okay.

I'm going to sleep.

(door closes)

REBECCA'S UNCLE:
Rebecca, don't panic.

It's me.

(muffled screams)
Sorry I was gone so long.

I know I said
I'd be back last night,

and believe me,
I wanted to be.

I know you must be hungry.

(sobbing)

I know, I know. Shh, shh.

Hey, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

I know.

I'll take your gag off
in a minute.

I also...

I got you some pills.

To calm you down.

Went to a dentist and convinced
him that I needed a root canal.

He kept saying he didn't see
anything on the X-ray,

but I didn't care,
I just let him do it.

'Cause I want you
to relax.

(sighs)

Let's talk for a second.

Tell you something that
you don't know about your uncle.

11 years ago, I was...

(sighs)

...doing some contracting work
out of state,

and there was this girl.

Did you ever hear
of that expression

"love at first sight"?

(sobbing)

I approached her,

couple of times, in fact,

but... she acted like
she wasn't interested.

Okay.

But I knew...

I knew what I knew.

And I knew what I felt.

So I just showed up
at her house one night.

Kind of... broke in.

Anyway, I made my case.

I told her that I thought
that this was serious.

Now, she was getting ready
to go off to college,

kind of like you,

and I asked her
if she would put that off.

Well, she got
kind of hysterical.

One thing led to another,
and I sort of broke her neck.

(sobbing loudly)

You want one of those pills now?

What I'm trying
to tell you is that

two really interesting things
happened to me

when I killed that girl.

One, obviously,
I got away with it.

The other thing--

and I don't know
what to tell you about this--

no guilt.

(sobbing)

Zilch.

I don't want to kill you.

But I want you to listen.

There's got to be a way
for you to convince me

that if I let you go,

you will never tell anyone
about any of this.

I'm certainly not gonna
say anything. (chuckles)

(gasps)

I'm sorry.

Is this...?

Absolutely, Mr. Helling.

My name is District Attorney
Manuel Devalos,

and I've been waiting for you.

When they called, they
said this had something

to do with my niece,
so I came right over.

Is this my garbage?

DEVALOS (chuckles):
I certainly hope so.

This garbage is really
the reason

I asked you to come down here
this morning.

I was hoping to get you
to sign an affidavit

specifying that all this
is indeed yours.

Or was yours.

Technically, it becomes
city property once you put it

in the can.
What's this about?

DNA.

Uh, your DNA.

I'm still not following.

Look... Mr. Helling,

if I can get you to admit
that all this is yours--

and I think we both know
that it is--

then I don't have to get a
court order to swab your cheek.

Of course, you could volunteer
to let me swab your cheek,

but I'm guessing you might be
reluctant to do so.

Why in the world would you want
to swab my cheek?

You don't still think that I had

something to do with
Rebecca's disappearance?

Actually, Mr. Helling,

this isn't about
your niece's disappearance.

We're looking for evidence
to connect you to a murder

that took place
in Aurora, Texas,

a little over a decade ago.

You remember
Melissa Drake.

You did construction work

for her parents.

How-how do you know...?

A little birdie
called me.

Actually, it was
a little birdie's mother.

I take it you remember Melissa.

I remember Melissa.

She was killed,
by a burglar.

Maybe she was
and maybe she wasn't.

But whoever entered that house
ended up in a hell of a fight.

And we know this
because the coroner found

someone else's skin
beneath her fingernails

when he autopsied her.

Of course, back then, DNA was
still a pretty exotic thing.

If you actually found some
on the victim,

there were no databases
of DNA to compare it to.

You see where I'm going?

You know,
they're rather aggressive

with the death penalty down
there in Texas, Mr. Helling.

Over 125 sentences
carried out

in the last
five years alone.

Tell me where Rebecca is,

and I might be persuaded
to talk to my counterpart

in the Lone Star State,

recommend some form of leniency.

She was very malnourished and
obviously in a state of shock,

but other than that...

Helling signed
a full confession.

My only regret is that
the district attorney

in Aurora, Texas, is going
to get first crack at him.

(sighs)
Thank you.

I honestly don't know

how any of this would have
happened without you.

Actually, I didn't
do anything.

I just answered the phone
and had a dream.

Be that as it may,
you sure I can't persuade you

to attend a school
closer to home?

Uh...
(laughs)

You hear that?
Do you hear that?

Okay. I'm going to go pack now.

Bye.

Well, I better get
back to the office.

I still have a mountain
of work to do

before the trial board
hearing for Lee tomorrow.

Listen, um, if you're still
interested in me testifying,

Joe and I have been
talking about it,

and it's like, it's like when
we spoke the other morning.

I mean, none of this
sounds like the man I know.

And I am happy to
testify to that.

And we'd be thrilled
to have you do it.

(doorbell rings)

Evening, Mrs. Raymond.

You remember me, right?

I'm the fellow
who came between

your husband's fist
and your face.

My husband's due home
any second.

If he sees you standing here...

Your husband's busy trying
to boost hot flat-screens

off the back of a
semi on Route 60.

I do my homework,
Mrs. Raymond.

Why do you look so scared?

You got no reason to
be frightened of me.

If anything, I should
inspire confidence in you.

(scoffs softly)
Maybe it's because

I've seen
what you're capable of.

Wow.

You know, I heard that
that was your version

of what happened
that night.

Me? I honestly have
no recollection.

I find that hard to believe.

No, it's true.

Memory is a funny
thing, you know?

One day, everyone's
calling you Lisa Raymond.

You can barely remember when
your name was Claudia Wallert.

Busted twice
for possession,

second time with
intent to sell.

What do you get for
that in Cleveland?

Three years minimum
if convicted.

But then, uh, you
weren't convicted.

In fact, you never even
showed up for your court date.

No wonder there's still a
warrant out for your arrest.

That was a long time ago.

I was a different person then.

Oh, no. Hey, I get it.

You were a desperate woman.

I'm a desperate guy.

Yeah... memory's a funny thing.

Are you testifying at
my trial board hearing tomorrow?

Okay.

Don't answer.

I heard you were.

Uh, new subject.

So what do you think
would happen if I were to call

the Cleveland PD
and let them know

where you've been making
your home lately?

How long do you think
it would take them

to send someone here
to collect you?

How long do you think
your little boy would last

if you left him here
with his father?

(sighs)

(groans)

Allison.

Wow, this is great.
This is fantastic.

You showed. You made it.
You're here to help me.

You're here to
keep me steady.

No, actually, I'm not.

I'm here to have Devalos
take me off the witness list.

Hey, I know about
your little visit

with the wife of the man
that you assaulted.

I know that you threatened
to put her child in harm's way.

What?

(chuckles)

I never said
anything of the kind.

No, no, you're right.

You know what, you didn't say
it, but your meaning was clear.

I'm fighting for my
life here, Allison.

For my job.

For my future.

I haven't slept in--
what year is it?

I thought you
understood.

Hell, you're the one who
told me I'm being haunted,

it's not a fair fight.

I'm just trying
to even up the odds here.

Well, I think you're doing
a great job of it.

And you know what,
at the end of this thing,

I think you'll get
your job back.

And at the end of this thing,

I think you'll get back
everything you started with,

except for my friendship.

And you want to know why?

'Cause I can't even
recognize you now.