Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 4 - How to Kill a Good Guy - full transcript

Previously on Medium...

What's the matter Mr. Good,

can't sleep?

You know, he's haunting you.

If anyone deserves
to be haunted...

You've done nothing
to deserve this.

Well, I always just kind of
assumed you knew.

Knew what? Do you remember
that night you dreamed

that lady was
gonna kill my brother,

you called me to warn me,

I told you that it was too late,
it'd already happened?



I lied.

Oh, my God.

You let him die.

I'm fighting for my life
here, Allison,

for my job, for my future.

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

except for my friendship.

Lee, are you here?

Do you have the baby?

Yeah, I got her.
I'm in the kitchen.

Hi.

Oh, what happened?

Did you wake up hungry
and Mommy not here?

Did Daddy give you a bottle?



He didn't feed her;
I-I fed her.

Who are you? What are
you doing in my home?

Oh, I'm-I'm Paul,
Lee's older brother.

Beautiful kid, yeah.

I fed her, and she
gobbled it right up.

It's not formula.

Something better.

Something I whipped up myself.

What are you talking about?

She doesn't eat solid food yet.

Oh, I don't know,
she loved this.

You want some?

I put the leftovers
in the fridge.

Oh...

Lee, you okay?

Yeah.

Same thing.
I can't sleep.

Nightmares,
nothing but nightmares.

Lee, how long can this go on?

I don't know
what to tell you.

I've seen three doctors,
taken all kinds of pills.

I want what you want--
I want to sleep.

I want to get some rest.

Oh...

Hey, I'm sorry,
Mr. Good, Mrs. Good,

Baby Good.

Am I keeping you up?

Well, don't worry,

it's a short-term problem.

The dead don't sleep.

♪ Medium 7x04 ♪
How to Kill a Good Guy
Original Air Date on October 15, 2010

♪ ♪

Look at all the states
between her and us.

Now, according to this,
Hanover, New Hampshire,

is a little over
ten inches away

from Phoenix,
so that's about...

...2,500 miles away.

Excellent work, Bridge.

Your math teacher
would be very proud.

Yes, bravo on the math,

but I'm a little worried
about how gleeful you are

about your sister
being so far away.

Hey. I take good news
where I can get it.

That's so far away.
Yeah.

The only way that she
could be any farther

would be if she went
to school

in a foreign country
or something.

That's too much
to hope for.

Bridgette.
If we're lucky,

we'll never have
to see her again.

But I don't want to
never see Ariel again.

Bridgette, you're starting
to scare her now.

Don't worry, sweetie.

We're going to see plenty
of Ariel.

We're all going to fly up there

for parents weekend,

and that's less than
two months away.

Who has been going
through my stuff?

I told you two to stay out
of my room while I am packing.

You know, it just
occurred to me--

I'm not a
parent, so why

do I have to go
to this parent weekend thing?

I'm talking to you.

I can tell that somebody
has been nosing through my stuff

and messing up my piles,
and I want it to stop.

Ariel, I would never touch
your things.

Okay. Now, what about you?

First of all, I haven't even
been in your room.

Second of all,
why would I even touch

your cootie-ridden stuff
in the first place?

We've done a wonderful
job, darling.

Yeah, I was just thinking
the same thing.

Ariel, are you still taking
the girls to school?

Do I have to?

Think someone could
use a good walk.

Ariel.

She must have been adopted.

Dartmouth.

You done good, kiddo.

Grandpa?

Oh, yeah. Been a
while, hasn't it?

You know, when we
last saw each other,

you were wondering
what teacher

you were going to get
for fourth grade.

Okay, quit staring at me.

It's making me uncomfortable.

What's the matter?

You never saw
a dead relative before?

No.

Well, relax.

I'm around more than you think.

And I like to keep an eye
on things.

And I even check in
with your mom,

you know, from time to time.

Which is why
I am glad that you

are finally old enough
to, uh, handle a visit

from your dear old
departed granddad.

'Cause you got a problem.

I have a problem?

Ah.

Indeed, you do.

See, you're going off to school
in a few days.

Very excited,
and who wouldn't be?

But your sister is having
a very hard time with it,

and you are so busy,
you don't even notice it.

She's upset,

and she feels that she's going
to lose you forever,

and if you don't do something
about it before you leave,

she is going to have
a very rough go

for the next few months.

Okay. Well, how do I help?

And what... what do I do?

Who do I look like, Dr. Phil?

I don't know
how girls talk to each other,

and I don't want to know.

I see a problem, I point it out.

You have
a sister issue.

Fix it.

Girls are in the kitchen
waiting.

Okay. I'll be
right there.

If you and Bridge
could lower the volume

on the sisterly love,
that would be great.

I think it's really starting
to affect Marie.

Of course.

Actually, I'm a little concerned
about Marie, too.

Don't worry.
I'll take care of it.

Good.

I've been
waiting for you.

My name is Caroline
Krueger, and...

I need your help
with something.

I figured if I
got to you early,

before there were a
lot of people around,

this would be easier.

I'm sorry. Did one
of the paralegals send you over?

Or the district attorney or...?

No. No one sent me over.

No one can see me.

No one but you.

So you're...

Going on ten months now.

I won't bore you with all
the gruesome details,

but I'd really like it if
someone would let my folks know.

Okay.

How do you spell your name?

Uh, Krueger, with a "K."

Like Freddy.

Uh, first name
Caroline, with a "C."

So, yeah, I'm buried

out in the Sonora desert.

Right past the Yucca exit
on Route 18.

There is an old abandoned well
on the eastbound side.

I'm about 40 yards behind it,

and about four feet down.

Uh, I'm wearing this.

I can hear my mother

praying every day
that they find me.

I...

it'd be nice
if she could move on.

She's dead, sir.

Someone murdered her.

I think I know
where her body is buried.

It's off of Route 18.

The Yucca exit.

Unfortunately, Yucca's outside
our jurisdiction.

They have their own DA,
their own sheriff's department.

I don't think I can call them
and suggest

they start scouring the desert
for this girl.

They wouldn't really
have to scour.

I mean, she gave me a very clear
idea of where we could find her.

I'm not going to lie to you.

Yucca's not my favorite place.

Uh, I'm not crazy about the way
they do things there.

What do you mean?
What's so different

about the way
they do things in Yucca?

Forecast says it's
going to hit 115 today.

Sure would break my heart
to see one of you cupcakes

catch a sunburn before
you're done digging that hole.

Don't worry,
Mr. District Attorney.

If she's down there,
we'll find her.

I have every confidence,
Sheriff Guillory.

So these people that come
to you, tell you things,

like where this girl
is supposedly buried--

they're all...?

Dead. Yeah.

Huh.

That's a handy gift
if it really works.

Hey, Sheriff Guillory!

I think we've got something!

Well, at first glance,

she would certainly seem
to match the description

of the missing young lady.

I am impressed.

Now, you have any clues

about who might
have done this?

No. I'm sorry.

Well, I guess that's my job.

But if you have
any more chatty visitors

from the other side,
you give me a call, okay?

Of course.

Ma'am.

Mr. District Attorney.

Sheriff.

All right, let's finish the job.

Let's get her out of there.

Wow, I didn't even know

that there were
chain gangs anymore.

Ah. That's 'cause
you haven't spent

any time in
Yucca County.

Around here, you're
convicted of a crime,

Sheriff Guillory fits
you for a pink jumpsuit

and assigns you
to a work crew.

The ACLU hates him, but
the voters love him.

This whole experience
was so unexpected.

I mean, on one hand,
you look at him,

and he seems so awful and cruel.

Having prisoners wear
those pink jumpsuits

and parade around
on a chain gang.

Well, remind me never to get
a speeding ticket in Yucca.

Yeah, but on the other hand,
he was very deferential to me,

like he was really impressed
that I came through for him.

I'm very happy
for you.

Well, he's got his work
cut out for him now

figuring out
who killed this girl.

I mean, come on.

She told me everything
about where she was buried.

Couldn't she just take
a few extra seconds

and tell me
who did this to her?

Life is full
of mysteries.

So, apparently,
is death.

Hey.

Did you notice how nice

Ariel and Marie were
to each other tonight?

I think they're really going
to miss each other.

I just wish
that Ariel and Bridgette

had that kind
of relationship.

Joe?

Joe.

I love you, too.

Wow.

Nice.

Who did you have to call
to get us in here?

You know, when, uh,
you said "a room,"

I figured you meant hotel room.

It smells like urine in here.

Whatever.

Still going to cost $100.

It's okay.

I'm good for it.

Sorry.

Nobody's that good.

If you want to play,
you got to pay.

Well, then, we got
a problem, 'cause...

I don't have
any money on me.

No. Actually, you got a problem.

I'm out of here.

Okay. Look...

No, you look.

We came here to do something,
and we're going to do it.

Paul Scanlon.

I swear I've seen
his face before.

Well, you might have seen
him on the news.

He was murdered a year ago.

Beaten to death by a woman.

Given this fella's history,

it sounds like some sort
of poetic justice.

Yeah, a lot of people
thought so at the time.

So, what do we do now?

Well, we don't do much.

Unfortunately,
you're not in my employ.

A fact I'm growing
to regret

more and more
by the second.

Anyway, to answer your question,

her parents deserve
some closure,

so I'm going to see
if I can figure out

just where the hell
this bathroom is,

maybe find a way to put this
Scanlon fella in there with her.

You know, I... I didn't
actually see the murder.

But, in your dream, she was
wearing the same clothes.

Ah, sort of makes sense.

Still the best lead we got.

You met her folks?

Nice people.

Probably not going to mention

the prostitution part
of the story.

He wasn't going
to pay her anyway,

so it sort of seems
beside the point.

Besides, it's tough enough

for a parent
to bury an 18-year old.

They don't need
to know the rest of it.

Well...

I'll call you when
I know something.

I'll call you
if I dream something.

Deal.

Thanks.

Yep.

ARIEL
Hey, Marie!

Over here. Over here.

Hey, what are you doing
inside the computer?

I'm not inside
the computer, silly.

I'm on my laptop.

I'm just trying to show you

that even though I'm going
to college

on the other side
of the country,

we can still see each other
every day, just like this.

Wow. That's amazing.

Where are you?

In my room.

You mean in my room.

It's not your room yet, Bridge.

No, but it will be
soon enough.

Okay, you know,
what's your problem?

I don't have a problem.

I just think it's funny
that you think talking

to your sister
through a computer

is going to make her feel better
about you going away.

Well, it kind of does.

No, it doesn't.

Okay, I asked you before,
and I'm going to ask you again--

what is your problem?

I don't have a problem.

Well, you sure act
like you do.

No. I think
what's throwing you off

is that everybody else
around here is acting

like it's the
end of the world

just 'cause you're
going away.

Me? I just want you to be gone
so that my life can begin.

That's really mean, Bridge.

I don't mean it to be mean.

I mean it to be honest.

I don't care
that you're going away.

I care that I get your room.

I care that the bathroom drawers
will have less junk in them.

That you're not going
to be here?

Sorry. Don't really care.

Think about it.

We don't do anything together.

You don't talk to me,
and when you're not ignoring me,

you're looking at me funny.

What is there to miss?

Fine.

I'll miss you, Ariel.

I know.

I'm going to go
finish packing.

So my brother's a
murderer now, huh?

I just got off the phone
with a deputy from Yucca County.

Wanted to know if I had any of
my brother's personal effects,

if I knew anything
that might connect him

to the murder
of Caroline Krueger.

That's it?

You got nothing to say to me?

I had a dream.

I heard that.

You had a dream
about my brother,

and instead of picking up
the phone and calling me,

you drive out to East Nowhere

and tell everything
to Andy of Mayberry.

Thanks. I guess we're
not friends anymore,

but thanks
for the professional courtesy.

You know I'm a detective?

Well, hey. Of course,
I know you're a detective.

And, of course, I know now

that you would want
to check this out,

but, honestly, I'm just thinking
about this girl.

I mean, think about everything

that's been going on
around here.

With you, with us.

No, no. I get it.

I don't like it, but I get it.

You think my brother's
a murderer.

Of course, you do.

How could I forget?

Look at what you think of me.

Hey, my sister called.

She said everything's a go

for her to pick up
Bridgette and Marie

before we go to the, um...
the airport.

And, um, she said, if we
wanted to stay for a couple

of extra days in New Hampshire,
she's happy to hang with them.

Are you listening to me?

Who you expecting
a message from?

Oh... nobody.

Lee.

Lee? I thought you
weren't speaking to Lee.

Well, I-I'm not.

Or I wasn't.

Only now he's not speaking
to me.

And I don't know why--
it bothers me.

Ah, the worm turns.

Excuse me-- who's the worm
in your version of the story?

Don't ask me.

I'm not the one checking my
cell phone every 30 seconds

to see if the person I'm
not speaking to has called.

Well, I guess
I'm the worm.

I mean, I should
have called him.

I should have told him
what was going on.

I really had
no reason not to.

Well listen, Wormy.

The good news is,
tomorrow is another day.

What do you say
we get some rest?

Hey, how sure are you

about that "tomorrow
is another day" thing?

I have it on
good authority.

Besides, if I'm wrong,
we'll never know.

What are you doing?

We're done, right?

I thought you were done.

I need to go.

I really do. I need to go.

People are going to miss me.

We're not done.

Oh, God, please.

I hurt.

I hurt so bad.

And I need to go, please.

I won't tell
anybody about this.

I promise.

Just, please, I need to go.

What is that?

Is someone coming?

Shut up.

You make one sound,
and I'll kill you.

You understand me?

Well, hello there, Mr. Good.

So when did you find out

your brother was back
in Phoenix?

Is this what you not
talking to me looks like?

'Cause I'm starting to think you
don't understand the concept.

Come on. You know
as well as I do.

Couple of days
before he died.

Devalos pulled me
into his office.

You're lying.
You're lying to me.

You've been lying to me
this whole time.

You knew he was back
months before that,

because you were with him

the night that he murdered
Caroline Krueger.

You're crazy.

Come on, Lee.

Come with me.

We have to talk to Sheriff
Guillory about this.

You have to tell him that you
know where that restroom is.

You have to tell him
that you can place

your brother there the
night of the murder.

Lee, come on.

This girl's family
deserves it.

Her family deserves
to know the truth.

You're out of your mind!

Hey, I saw you there!

You saw me where?

In some desert restroom

where you say my brother
killed some woman?

I don't think so, 'cause
if I was, I wouldn't have had

to spend last night
crawling around every toilet

within spitting distance
of the 18.

So, last night, you're looking
for where this girl died?

I'm a detective, Allison.

My brother's being accused
of murder.

I think he's probably
the lowest form of life,

but I don't think
he's a murderer.

So, yeah, last night,
I went on a tour of toilets.

And did you find anything?

This is Marist Park in Yucca.

This is the restroom

nearest the entrance.

Do you think that's
where it happened?

You told Guillory you saw tags
on all the walls, right?

"Raggz" with two Gs
and a Z.

Well, turns out there's
a branch of the Raggz gang

that does operate
on the outskirts of Yucca.

And guess what.

Marist Park is part
of their territory.

So, I started looking last night
after my shift was over,

and I did find one restroom
I think is a maybe.

Now, is it the restroom
you dreamt about?

I have no idea.

But I did walk inside,
and I just had a feeling.

It's a detective thing.

And, I mean, I know the place

must have been cleaned
a hundred times

since the night
Caroline Krueger disappeared.

I know the odds
of finding any evidence

that a crime took place
in there are virtually nil.

I was just about to leave...

when I heard something.

They got one of those
new lights in there

with those, uh, environmentally
friendly lightbulbs.

They last about a hundred
years, but, uh,

they make a buzzing sound
like a...

a bee that's had
too much coffee to drink.

And that's when it hits me.

They don't clean
lightbulbs, Allison.

So maybe...

just maybe ...

if the killing did happen
in this particular bathroom,

and if it was violent enough,

and if, in fact,
this is a bulb that was in there

when this supposed killing
happened,

there may just be some blood
or some DNA or something on it.

The girl's, and hopefully
somebody other than my brother.

Well, so where's the bulb now?

Are you having it tested?

Couldn't get to it.

They got an aluminum box
over it.

You need a key to get it off.

I was going to call
your new friend, Deputy Dog,

and ask him if he
could meet me

over there
to help me unlock it.

I was even going to suggest
we bring the bulb back here,

let the city's forensic lab
run the DNA analysis.

Assuming there is some DNA.

Assuming we have the right bulb.

Assuming we have
the right bathroom.

You get the idea.

Well, you want me to call him?

What, now you're
my friend again?

I know how to dial a phone.

Feel free to call your buddy
Guillory tomorrow.

Ask him about all the fun we had

at the, uh, restroom
in Marist Park.

After that,
I don't really care what you do.

What you doing?

I don't know.

Just looking at my ceiling
one last time.

You excited about tomorrow?

Excited.

Scared.

But excited.

How about your good-bye
to Marie and Bridgette?

Oh, yeah.

Took Marie out for ice cream.

Showed her how
to use the computer again

so we can video-chat.

Gave her that backpack
I had in middle school--

the one
that she's always wanted.

And Bridgette?

I don't know.

She waved when I took Marie
out for ice cream.

Asked me to bring back
a sweatshirt from Dartmouth.

I don't understand.

I guess she
was right.

I guess we never really
were that close.

Hey.

But you're sisters.

But I can't make her
miss me, Mom.

She doesn't want
to give me a hug.

She doesn't want a big good-bye.

All she wants is this room.

So I guess that's the least
that I can give her.

You know, I've been thinking
about that.

You don't have to move out
of here.

I mean, this is still
your family.

You're going to need
somewhere to stay

when you come back on breaks
and vacations and...

No.

She really wants this room.

Well, and I'll, uh...

I'll sleep with Marie in
the bunk beds when I come home.

You know what's funny?

I think I'm going to miss her.

Oh, babe.

92, 93...

And if you do this
a hundred times every night,

your hair will never tangle,
and it will always shine.

A whole hundred?

A whole hundred.

Will it shine
like yours?

Mm-hmm.

Cool.

JOE'S DAD:
You forgot about
that, didn't you?

You taught her
about brushing her hair.

About carrying numbers over
in long division.

About all kinds of things.

What are you doing here?

And are you the reason
I just had that dream?

Like I told you,

I am very worried
about your sister.

'Cause I don't think
you appreciate

how much she depends on you

and how much she is going
to miss you when you're gone.

Wait, the other day
when you were here,

you were talking
about Bridgette?

Well, hello there, Mr. Good.

He's here.

Just like you said
he would be.

Yeah.

He may be
a lousy brother,

but he's always
been a good cop.

A good cop
and a great detective.

Come on, Sherlock.

A crime
has been committed.

You can solve it.

Think, baby brother.

Think, think, think,
think, think,

think, think.
Come on.

Ah. Yeah.

You're getting warmer,
baby brother.

Oh, yeah.
Yes, you are.

Like a moth
to the flames.

Oh, yeah.

You're on fire,
Mr. Good.

You're on fire, baby.

Pretty good, huh?

We had you completely fooled,
didn't we?

You looking for me?

Lee was telling the truth,
wasn't he?

He'd never been in that bathroom
before last night.

And even though
the two of you were there,

he couldn't see you
because the two of you are...

Sleeping the big sleep.

Look at that.

You got it all
figured out.

You thought you were
looking at the past,

but you were really looking
at the present.

Yeah.

That was just a little play
that Caroline and me put on.

Staged for an audience of one.

I-I don't get it.

Why would you want me to think
that Lee was with you

the night that you
killed Caroline?

And why would Caroline help you
after all you've done to her?

Good question.

Why would Caroline help me

after I beat her to death
ten months ago?

Unless...

You didn't do it, did you?

I didn't even meet her till we
were both on the other side.

That's when I found out
about people like you.

People who
could see me.

People who could see
what I wanted them to see.

If you didn't do it,
then who did?

And why did you go
to all this trouble

to make me think it was you?

Well, maybe I knew that it
would only be a matter of time

before it got back to Lee,

and maybe I knew
that if he thought

I was involved in a murder,

there's no way he'd just be
able to sit on the sidelines.

Uh-uh, no.

He'd find that toilet
you'd been dreaming about,

he'd go there, and
he'd figure out

the one thing that
might clear me,

and then he'd bring
it to the attention

of the man who really killed
that poor little whore.

Sheriff Guillory?

You know, it's tough being
a strict law and order man,

it really is.

I mean, every once in
a while, you got to,

you know, blow off
a little steam,

so when the good
sheriff picked up

that little girl on
a solicitation charge

and she offered him a
freebie to let her go,

well, he took her to the
most out-of-the-way place

he could think of.

Problem is... Sheriff
likes it rough.

Caroline fought back.

Lot of blood when all
was said and done.

Now, the sheriff cleaned
up the best he could,

but he forgot one
little detail.

The lightbulb.

The same one my baby brother
is pointing out to him

right this very moment.

Oh, my God,
he's going to kill him.

Yeah, we can
only hope so.

You've reached the cell phone
of Detective Lee Scanlon.

Leave a message after the beep.

Lee, this is Allison,
this is an emergency.

Call me back.

Voice mail, huh?

Not a good sign.

Hope Caroline
won't be too upset

if the sheriff gets
the drop on ol' Lee.

She's obviously rooting
for things to go the other way.

Of course, I kind of fibbed
and told her

Lee was quicker on the draw
than the guy

who killed her.

Ah, what am I saying?

I can't fool you.

You know the rules
better than I do.

I'm dead, so I peeked.

I looked into the future
and saw how it all ended,

and let's just say everyone
gets what they want,

all the dead people anyway.

Good idea.

Let's go see
for ourselves

how it all turned out.

Wonder which one of us is going
to make it there first.

♪ ♪

I do believe this is what
you call a win-win, partner.

This scumbag pulled his gun

while your brother's back
was turned.

Of course, your brother here
saw him in the mirror.

Very cool.

Huh.

Sounds like my friend Allison
called in the cavalry.

I guess our work here is done.

Good.

Then I can get gone,
and with any luck,

I'll never have to run
into any of you again.

That's all right,
you can thank me later.

Huh, well...
love you, too, darling.

Hey.

Remember when we were little?

That big hill
behind our house?

All the neighborhood kids
would play

King of the Mountain
there.

Just about every day,

it'd end up with you and me
at the top.

Just about every day...

I'd knock you down to the bottom
with the rest of the losers.

Remember what I used
to tell you?

"You may be Mr. Good."

"But I'll always be Mr. Better."

What do you think, huh?

Pretty in life, pretty in death.

Hell of a feeling, isn't it,

waking up dead, realizing
your own flesh and blood

made it happen?

Now we're even.

Clear!

Get the medic team in.

All right, let's get 'em
to the hospital.

Too bad they can't see you
over here, huh?

Then maybe they'd know
not to bother.

Come on,
Mr. Good.

Don't just
stand there.

I went to a lot of trouble

to arrange
this little face-to-face.

Don't you have
anything to say?

Shh...

Don't shush me, little brother.

I've waited a whole lot
of months to get you alone,

tell you what I think

about you.

Sorry, I'm not really
listening to you.

I'm thinking about my wife.

I'm thinking about my baby.

I'm trying to hold on
to them in my head.

What are you
talking about?

Hold on to them?

There's nothing
they can do for you,

not from here.

I tell you what, you want to...

want to hold on to something?

Hold on to this-- for
the rest of eternity,

you get to watch your wife
cry herself to sleep.

You like that, huh?

Yeah, and how about
hold on to this, too?

For the rest of her life,
you get to watch your kid

grow up without her daddy.

Enjoy, Mr. Good,
my gift to you.

What are you grinning about?

What's so
funny, huh?

Want to let me in on the,
on the joke, baby brother?

It's a funny thing, this dying.

Suddenly you see a lot more
than you could before.

I just saw something, Paul.

I know something you don't.

Clear!

He's got a pulse--
weak but steady.

No.

No!

No, damn it, this isn't fair!

Now, this man is dead!

He deserves
to be dead!

What are you doing?!
Stop giving him oxygen, huh?!

Let him bleed to death!

What are you doing?!

Let him die!

You want to save somebody?!

Go save
that crooked sheriff, huh?!

This isn't
how it's supposed to be!

Miss, you can't
come through here.

I'm looking
for Lee Scanlon.

Detective Scanlon.

Lee!

Lee...

Lee... n-n-n-no, don't...

I'm gonna call Ly-Lynn.

We'll, we'll meet you
at the hospital, okay?

Lee, I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry.

I see things and I know things,

but I guess sometimes I'm wrong

and I was wrong about you.

Hey.

Don't speak.

Just listen.

I put all my posters
back up on the walls in my room.

I put all the things
I'm not taking with me

back in my drawers

because I realized that
that is my room, not yours,

and that I am still
a part of this family

and I still need a place
to sleep when I come back.

But you can sleep in there
whenever you want,

but when you do,

I want you to think,

"I am sleeping
in my older sister's room,

"and she is out there
in the world learning things

"so that she can come back here

and give me a heads up
before it's my turn."

And you can pretend
that you don't care about me.

But I care about you

and I have taught you
lots of things

and we have done
lots of stuff together,

but I plan to do more.

So I wrote this up for you.

It's instructions
on how to video-chat with me

while I'm in college,

because I know that you want to

but you're too proud
to ask Marie how to do it.

So, anyway, in a few minutes
Dad is going to come in here

and he's going
to wake everybody up

and you can go back
to pretending

that you don't care
that I'm going,

and that's fine
with me.

But I just want you
to know that I love you...

that you are loved...

and that you will be missed...

and there is not a damn thing
you can do about it.

See you at parents weekend.

Hey, Ariel.

Me, too.

I know.

Girls, got a big day!

Everybody up
and at 'em!