Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 7 - Native Tongue - full transcript

Man, who farted?

What the...?

It's motor oil.

That's right.

Motor oil.

And this is
a lighter.

Look, I know what you did,
I know what you took,

so give it to me.

How do you know that, space man?

Nobody knows about that.

Now, get your ass out of here.



If it's in here and
you're not telling me,

then it's gonna burn
up along with you.

But if it's in here
and you give it to me,

maybe we can work something out.

Hey, man, it's not in here.

Then where is it?

Where is it?!

Stand up, will you?!

Put that thing out!

It's with my partner.

And where's he?

He's got a trailer
like this in the desert.

30 miles east of Kingman!

30 miles east of Kingman.



Hey, white boy,
who in the hell are you?

The man who can read your mind.

Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Hey! Stop!

30 miles east of Kingman.

You say something?

What?

I asked, "Did you
say something?"

You're talking gibberish.

What?

I'm talking gibberish?

Stop that. Talk to me.

I am talking to you.

And you're
talking to me.

What is that?

Are you making that up?

Is that a language?

Oh, man.

Not today.

♪ Medium 7x07 ♪
Native Tongue
Original Air Date on November 29, 2010

♪ ♪

Hey.

Daddy?

I got to take your mom
to the hospital,

have someone take a look at her.

It's almost 6:00.

When it's time, get your sister
up and help her with breakfast.

I don't know how I'm gonna
get you to school today,

but I'll call you from the
hospital once I figure it out.

Joe.

Everybody on TV
is talking gibberish, too.

Okay?

Don't lecture me.

I-I know exactly
where I'm supposed to be.

I'm not happy about not being
at that breakfast in New York,

but my wife is in the hospital.

That's nice of you.

If I knew what kind of
specialist she needed,

I'd absolutely
take you up on that

and I'd be making that call.

Dr. Bender to
the mental ward, please.

Dr. Bender.

Okay, thanks.

Mr. Dubois?

Yes.

Hi. I'm Dr. Natalie Salem.

I've been looking at your wife.

Is this a good time
to talk?

Yes, yes, absolutely.

Please.
Okay.

There we go.

She's fine, by the way.

Oh.
Resting very comfortably.

Good. She's fine?

Well, she's sedated.

But, really, she's fine.

I mean, there is nothing
physiologically wrong with her.

Everything works, she can hear,

she just doesn't recognize
what she hears as speech.

At least as speech in a language
she's familiar with.

Okay.

But she was able to read
questions that I typed

on the computer and then
speak back to me. Okay.

Really, she's fine.

It's a kind of hysteria,
like hysterical blindness,

where a person can see, but
they don't believe they can see.

I'm sure you know
what I'm talking about.

Based on
what I read in her file,

you've been through
a lot of these things.

God...

I don't know how you do it.

Uh, what now?

There's really no actual way
of treating this.

That's why I sedated her.

I'm hoping when she wakes up,

the condition will have
reversed itself.

She's gonna be out for
a couple more hours at least,

if you want to do something.

I, um, I have your number,

so I can call you
when she's awake.

Okay, that'd be great.

And here's my number.

You never know
when you might need it.

It was nice meeting you, Joe.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Hi, you.

Last I remember,
you were driving me

to the hospital in the dark.

How did we get here?

It's amnesia.

They said that might happen
'cause of the sedative.

Uh, we've been home
couple hours now.

You can't understand a word
I'm saying, can you?

I don't understand
a word you're saying.

My e-mail?

You sent me an e-mail?

Amnesia.

Oh, I'm sorry you missed work.

Oh, good, you got
the girls to school.

Doctor said it will
reverse itself in time.

Hysteria? You don't think
it's hysteria, do you?

Um, I got to go
pick up the girls.

School.

I get it.

Do you want the paper?

Newspaper?

Oh, newspaper.

Yeah, yeah, that'd be great.

Okay.

There you go.

Thanks.

Love you!

Hey, what are you doing?

Go say hi to your mom
before you get something to eat.

Come on, Marie.

Hello.

This is Joe.

Mr. Burroughs?
Yeah, okay, put him on.

Dad, Mom's not here.

Mom's not anywhere.

Actually, can I call him
right back?

Oh, wow.

It's a pretty wild story.

Oh.

That is quite a story.

Guy in a fireproof suit,
motor oil.

I think you're gonna
have to get the coroner

to go back out there
and take a second look.

Forensics, arson guys...

Okay.

"Forensics..."

You sent me an e-mail?

I-I can't understand
what you're saying.

Now, I come home,
I got the kids,

I got my boss on the phone,
you're nowhere to be found,

and finally I realize
you sent me an e-mail.

I don't understand
what you're saying.

Oh, right.

Okay, there it is.

Right above the e-mail

about foreclosure bargains
in my neighborhood;

right below the one
about how I can save big

on life-extending vitamins.

Joe, you're upset;
I can see that.

But I know

you read the e-mail I sent
about going to see my boss,

so I'm lost here.

I don't know...

I think the well is empty.

I think the reservoir
of love and goodwill

and benefit of the doubt is dry.

I don't know how much longer
I can do this.

I wake up every morning
with a different Allison.

And somehow,
I'm supposed to adjust.

My job, the kids-- somehow
we're all supposed to adjust.

I'm just tired.

I'm just tired of it, Allison.

I don't know what it is.

Whatever it is,
I'm sorry.

I'll fix it.

When this is over,
I will fix it.

Hello.

Just a second,
just a second.

Sorry. Honey? Honey?

I need your help. It's my
boss. Can you talk to him?

Evening, District Attorney,
it's Joe.

No, it's okay.
You tell me, I'll tell her.

Okay, I got it.

You... were... right.

It... was... our... son.

It was...

murder.

Are you still mad at me?

♪ ♪

She's been sitting there
like that all day.

DEVALOS
Well, I don't know
what else to do.

I sent her three emails

telling her it's okay
if she goes home.

But she insists this is
where she wants to be.

She keeps thinking that this...
condition that she has

is connected to something,
something that's going on here,

and the sooner she can
get to the bottom of it,

the sooner everything
will go back to normal.

It's not going to happen.

They don't seem to want my help.

Of course I explained
to them who I was,

I'm trying to tell you.

They kept me waiting
for over an hour,

then they told me
they weren't interested.

I told you, this
was a bad idea.

Anyway...

I'm coming home.

Ichi bara wu?

Ichi bara wu.

You know,

I'm sorry, I know I'm
staring. It's just...

I understood every word
you just said on the phone.

Except for, uh, that...

"Ichi bara wu."

You understood everything
I was saying on the phone?

Yeah. And I just understood

what you just said
about me understanding.

Do you by any
chance speak Diné?

What is Diné?

It's the language I'm
speaking to you right now.

It's the language I was
speaking on the phone.

It's Navajo, it's
the Navajo language.

Oh, no... I mean...

Well, I don't think so.

This is so peculiar.

I'm speaking to you in Diné and
you're answering me in English.

Forgive me. My name's
Jane Livingston.

I'm a professor of
anthrolinguistics

at Mesa University.

No, no, no, please, forgive me.

My name is Allison
DuBois. I work here,

and the only language
that I speak is English.

At least, up until
yesterday morning,

when suddenly I couldn't
understand anything

that anybody said.

Up until now.
Up until you.

I saw the story
this morning

on the news, and I thought,
"My God, a murder!"

I thought... maybe I could be of
some help to this investigation,

speaking the language and all?

But nobody here was interested.

Well, I'm interested.

I'm going to talk to my boss,
I'm going to get you involved.

You know, I've heard
of people like you.

Suddenly being able
to understand a language

they've never been exposed to.

It's called xenoglossia.

Great. So it has a name?

Even now, as we're speaking,
you have no awareness

that I'm speaking
to you in Diné?

No. It sounds like
you're speaking English.

I mean, it sounds
great. Like a relief.

Frankly, it's been
almost two days,

and my husband and
my daughters...

they're having a hard time
with the whole thing.

Well, then...

I guess maybe it was meant to be
that we meet each other today.

I'm only teaching
one class this semester.

So if you need any help,
a translator or someone

to speak to your
family on the phone...

Oh no, I couldn't do that.

Sure you could.

And we are going
to work together.

You are going to
get me involved.

Right?

I have devoted my adult life

to studying this
beautiful language.

and these beautiful
people; I want to help.

Really, I do.

Thanks.

So. Have you
told her yet?

Nope. Not yet.

Told her what?

None of your
beeswax, just eat.

Your sister chose not to
go to gym all last week,

so now she has to stay late
for detention all this week.

Wow, you are bad.

And Mom doesn't even know!

How is she supposed to know?

She can't understand
a word you tell her.

It's like talking to a dog.

Hey.
What?

Hello?

Yes, Mr. District Attorney,
she's here.

H-Hold on one second.
Let me go into another room

so I can write down
everything for her.

How much will you give me?

For what?

You can't tell her anything.
She can't hear.

I'll write her a note.

Girls, what are you
talking about?

Aw. I love you, too, babe.
I love both you girls.

You go for the pencil,
I'll break your hand.

Give me $5.00.

Three.
Deal.

Aw.

Your boss needs you
to go to this address.

Was that Devalos?

Hey, Dad. You got
three singles?

Uh, hello, whoever you
are, I can't talk now.

Oh, yes you can,
you can talk to me.

I speak your language.

Jane! Dr. Livingston.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm heading out
to a murder scene.

Out in the desert, about
30 miles east of Kingman.

That's just off the reservation.

A lot of Navajo live out there.

Was the person
who was murdered a Navajo?

I don't know.

You want company?

You won't be able to understand
anyone if I'm not there, right?

I'm at the university.
Come by and pick me up.

It's weird. Guy was beat to
a pulp, then shot in the knee,

the shoulder, the cheek,
and then got in the ankle.

All at close range.

Okay. Now what
does that tell us?

Shooter couldn't
make up his mind?

Whew. Hey, guys.

This is Dr. Jane Livingston.
From Mesa University.

She's a linguist, and
she knows an awful lot

about the Navajos
that live in this area.

Believe it or not, if there's
anything you want to say to me,

she can translate it into a
language that I can understand.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you both.

Is that him?

Yeah.

If you'd like me to take a look,
I might be able to identify him.

I spend a lot of time with
these people. I might know him.

Well, we think we already
have a lead on who the guy is.

But, uh, if you
really want to...

Ugh. It's okay.
It's okay, come on.

Let's get some
fresh air.

On second thought, maybe
that wasn't such a good idea.

No.

The detective was saying
that they believe this man

and the man who was burned
to death knew each other.

Used to work on the same
construction crew.

And they found this rifle

hidden under the trailer.

They're not sure if it's even
connected to the murder.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

They robbed a bank.

They worked together.
They were a team.

They robbed
the Deming First National Bank.

Did she do what I
think she just did?

It's what she does.

You all right?

I don't know.

I guess.

I've never seen anyone
like that before.

A bullet in the head.

Dead.

I tried to warn you.

Oh, I know.

I'm sure he lived
a violent life.

It's just...

Navaho's a dying language.

Even the kids growing up
on the reservations,

so few of them
speak it these days.

And now two more men
who did are gone.

That makes me sad.

That's ridiculous, right?

No. It's kind of tragic,
actually.

Hello.

Yes, she's here.

It's for you.

Hello.

Am I taking you away
from something?

Hi, Jane.

I am calling in my new
and unofficial capacity

as aide to Allison Dubois.

The district attorney phoned me.

Asked me if I could pass on
some new info to you.

Said he would have e-mailed it,
but he wasn't near a computer.

Well, cool. I have an aide.
I like that.

That gun they found buried
beneath the trailer--

turns out it was used
in the bank robbery

in Deming, New Mexico,
last week.

A masked man came in
with an assault rifle

and fired a warning shot
into the ceiling.

Walked away with a little over
a million dollars.

Oh, wow.

Also, and he said this would
probably only make sense to you:

"Guess now we know what
the man in the fire suit

was looking for in the trailer."

Yeah, I guess we do.

And that's all she wrote.

So, listen...

I know that this is
hard for you.

Isolating and frustrating--
but for what it's worth,

even with
all the blood and gore,

this has been a kick.

I never in a million years

imagined I'd meet
someone like you.

And never in a million years

did I imagine I'd meet you
the way I did.

So... thanks.

You know, this isn't over.

Oh, I don't know, I'm thinking
it's kind of close.

I don't know why I'd say that.

You're the psychic, not me.

I guess it's a feeling I have.

And I wanted to say that to you,
because I like you, Allison.

Oh, I like you, too.

All right, enough of that.

You get back to your family.

I'm getting back to my books.

This is your aide signing off.

Hi. This is Dr. Natalie Salem.

If you're calling
with a medical emergency

please hang up and dial 911.

If you need to speak
with me personally,

please leave
a detained message...

You okay?

Everybody's tucked in.

Who was on the phone?

I was just checking
my voice mail at work.

Just a work call.

It's... it's nothing.
It doesn't matter.

Hey, don't say anything.

I mean, you know,
I really wouldn't be able

to understand what
you said if you did.

So... just listen.

I think all this
is almost over--

I do.

And Jane called earlier,

and she thinks
it's almost over.

Those two guys are dead.

We know what happened.

We know why.

And that's why I think
it's almost over.

So who knows, I could
wake up in the morning

and suddenly understand

everything everyone's
saying to me.

I could wake up in the
morning and we could talk.

'Cause I sense that we
really need to do that.

♪ ♪

Anyway, that's it.

That's all I wanted to say.

I've got a squad car
heading over to her home now.

As soon as they make contact
with her,

we can figure out
if we actually need to send

a protective detail over there.

Beyond that...

I keep calling
and getting no answer.

Allison, it's not even 7:00
in the morning.

Maybe she's a sound sleeper.

Maybe she's in the shower.

This-- bludgeoning
by tiki totem--

frankly there's something
off about the whole thing.

It doesn't sound like something
that's happening here, now.

She's a college professor.

And she really has
nothing to do

with any of the things
we're investigating,

save for the fact
that she's a translator for you.

I can't help but think

that you're letting your
imagination get the best of you.

In any event, once we've
made contact with her,

I will contact you.

Why don't you go home.

Have breakfast with your family.

You'll call me as soon
as you make contact?

Yes, I will call you.

Thank you.

Okay, the two of you,
kiss your mother good-bye.

Oh.

See you after school, Mom.

See you after school, Mom.

Have a good day, Chicklets.

Okay, see you after school, Mom.
Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Can you tell me
what she's saying?

It's a recorded message.
It's a voice mail greeting.

It's nothing.

Is she saying something
about being sick

or being out of town?

No, just "Leave
your name and number."

No.

Got to get the girls to school.

School-- I got it.

See you later.
Love you, too.

Hi, this is Jane.

I'm not here right now,
so please

leave a message and I'll
call you back.

Hey, uh, Jane, hi.
This is Allison.

Listen, I'm worried about you.

I had an awful dream.

This man that
I've never seen before,

he was-- he was blond.

You were getting out
of the shower.

He-he-- I think he killed you.

He hit you with this tiki thing.

It was-- it was all
very Polynesian.

I don't know-- I mean...

It's so crazy.

I don't know,
maybe I'm going crazy.

Can you just call me, please?

Hi. This is Jane.

I'm not here right now
so please leave a message...

Hi, this is Jane. I'm not...

Welcome back.

Everybody at the bar
says to say good night.

Turns out, that threesome
you were so excited about

isn't gonna work out.

You drugged me.

You put something
in my drink.

I just sensed you weren't
gonna bring me back here

and tell me what I needed
to know on your own.

Was I off base?

So...

Where's the money?

What money?

The money you and your friend
were bragging about

grabbing from that bank
the other night.

When you two were getting
trashed at Colby's bar.

You know, you really
ought to watch what you say,

'cause you never know
who might be listening.

Wait a second.

You speak Navajo?

And five other
fairly useless languages.

So I'm never gonna make
a million dollars,

unless I take it from you.

So tell me where it is.

And you don't even
have to do it in English.

I'm willing to work
for my money.

You think I'm kidding?

How about I shoot you
in the ankle?

How'd that be
for a conversation starter?

Yeah, you were
laughing your pants off

about your little bank robbery
the other night,

but you're not laughing now,
are you?

What?

You figured you were
in some college bar

with a bunch of palefaces
who wouldn't understand

a word you were saying?

That was a big mistake, Tonto.

Because my friend and I
were sitting right there,

and we understood
just about everything.

So what do you say
we stop making mistakes?

Tell me where the money is
and maybe I won't kill you.

Okay.

You got nothing to say?

How about we up the ante?

How about I shoot you
in your knee?

I'm gonna count to three.

One...

two... three.

Hello.

Lee?

I-I can't understand you,
but I can recognize your voice.

Lee, I can't understand you.

Listen, you know that man
that I saw murder Jane,

the blond man?

He killed both
those Navajo bank robbers.

Lee, what are you saying?

Is this about Jane?

Is-is this about Jane?

Just text me.

Text me.

Are you coming to bed?

Are you coming to bed?

I'm going to bed.

This is a real bonanza for you,
isn't it?

This is just a great cover.

And then you could totally
opt out of everything

and, "hell, the little woman
wouldn't understand

a word I was saying anyway."

What do you want from me?

Sorry, no comprende.

You do understand
that I'm worried sick

about my friend, right?

She's just gone.

She's apparently the victim
of some kind of foul play.

Do you even care that I'm upset?

That I'm worried?

Because you're making
absolutely no effort

to even try to communicate.

And it's just killing me.

I know.

It's okay.

You'd better.

What are you doing?

No.

Hey, you can't
get in here.

Nobody invited you in.

I'm not impressed.

Well, okay, maybe
I'm a little impressed.

I love you, too.

♪ ♪

No!

That was unbelievable!

It was better than
getting tenure, that was...

Oh, my God, what a rush!

What a rush, what a rush!

Boom!

Can you feel the heat?

I can still feel the heat.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

Say something.

Did he tell you
where the money is?

Oh, my God.

She was in on it.

Who was in on what?

What?

Say that again.

Huh?

What?

What? Why?

Did you actually understand
what I just said?

Yes. Yes!

I understand everything now.

Hello. Hello?

Hello, is anyone there?

"Is there anyone there?" Huh.

I don't hear you looking
for someone to translate.

Someone must be able
to understand English again.

Jane, where are you?

Me? Let's just call it paradise.

Beautiful, tropical,
non-English-speaking paradise.

Jane, I know what you did.

I know that you and the man
who murdered those bank robbers

were in it together,
and I told the authorities

everything I know.

I wouldn't have
expected you to do otherwise.

By the way,
I checked my messages.

Your calls meant a lot to me.

Especially your premonition
about my untimely passing.

Soon as I checked
into the house I rented,

I saw the Polynesian decor
and the tiki on the dresser,

and I knew exactly
what was going to happen.

My greedy boyfriend wanted
all the money to himself.

The good news is, thanks to you,
I was ready for him.

I know you'll be
relieved to know

he's out of the picture now.

You murdered him?

I defended myself.

You helped me defend myself.

Actually, I'll miss him.

But at least I'll have

over a million dollars
to keep me company.

Combien?

Disnef.

Jane, listen to me.

There's something
I need to say to you,

and I need to make sure
that you understand.

I hate you, Jane Livingston.

And we will find you,
and we will punish you.

Oh, Allison, don't be that way.

Times are tough,

and there just
aren't enough

lucrative opportunities
for anthrolinguists

these days.

And teaching just doesn't
pay what it should.

On the other hand,
crime totally pays.

You can't run forever.

Actually, I can.

It's a shame we won't be able
to stay in touch.

She used me.

I trusted her and she used me.

I pretty much gave her
an all-access pass

to our investigation.

Some psychic.

She fooled us all, Allison.

Just a fact of life.

Sometimes we don't get
to catch the bad guy.

At least not right away.

She'll want to come home--
they always do--

and when she does,
we'll get her.

You know my boyfriend's
gonna be back any minute.

Oh, really?

The one you took care of?

You should watch what you say.

You never know
who might be listening.

What are you doing?

Don't do that.
We can do a job together.

I'll cut you in.

I don't think so.

Please, no.

Don't.

You okay?

Bad dream?

No, no, no.

No, not this time.

Oh.

♪ ♪