Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 8 - Smoke Damage - full transcript

Whoa. You okay?

Yeah.

I just saw this girl,
she was young,

she was maybe 18,
and she was trapped

in this burning building.

Oh. Who you calling?
The fire department?

I... I don't know.

I didn't see an address.

Oh.

You know, I read something
interesting the other day.

Do you know that
the average person



has six dreams a night?

No, I did not know that.

What exactly does that
have to do with anything?

That's six dreams a night,
42 dreams a week,

168 dreams a month,
and that's, what...

2,016 every year.

I don't under...

And I know that you're
you and everything,

but even you don't have 2,016
meaningful dreams a year.

Some of the things
that you dream about,

most of them, actually,
have to be just...

you know, regular...
run-of-the-mill dreams.

What? A girl trapped
in a burning building--

you actually think
that's run-of-the-mill?



And what am I supposed
to do, just ignore it?

If you weren't, don't you think
you would've seen an address?

Yeah. I... I guess you're right.

Thanks.

No. Thank you.

♪ Medium 7x08 ♪
Smoke Damage
Original Air Date on November 12, 2010

♪ ♪

Mr. District Attorney,

do you have any comment
on today's proceedings?

Well, it doesn't surprise me
that De La Vega's attorneys

have filed a motion to delay
the start of this trial.

If I were heading up a cartel's
narcotics operation in Phoenix,

if I had killed men and I
had ordered men to be killed,

I'd be looking to avoid
my day in court as well.

Mr. De La Vega!
Excuse me, Mr. De La Vega!

Excuse me!
Mr. De La Vega!

Any comment on the judge
denying your request?

Is it true the defense

is stalling because De La Vega's
former right-hand man

has agreed to cooperate with you?
Well, they

certainly seem worried
about something.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
ladies and gentlemen,

I'm needed back in my office.

Allison, glad
you're here.

I need you to join me
in the conference room.

Wilfredo Soto's here
to review his testimony.

Sure. I didn't realize

that we were interviewing
more interns.

Hm? Oh, no, actually,
they're here interviewing

for the new A.D.A. position.

I managed to squeeze some money out of
the budget so we can try and lighten

the load around here.
You're kidding!

They're assistant D.A.'s?

They look like children,
not attorneys.

They're both--
they're the only ones

that'll work for
the money we're offering.

Allison Dubois, this
is Wilfredo Soto.

Mr. District Attorney,
I thought I made myself clear

when I agreed to testify.

We need to avoid new faces.

Everyone I meet
is one more person

who can tell
De La Vega where I am.

And I assured you that I would
keep the number of people

you work with to a minimum, but I
can't eliminate them entirely.

Mrs. Dubois is a consultant who
helped assemble De La Vega's jury.

Her sense of how they'll react
to your testimony is essential.

So, shall
we begin?

I think he's already
been targeted.

I think somebody's already
been hired to kill him.

Targeted? By who?

I have no idea-- all I can tell you is,
the instant that I saw our witness,

I saw this man open a suitcase full of
money and surveillance photographs.

Well, can you describe this man, the one
you think's being paid to kill my witness?

Perhaps generate a sketch,
uh, something I can give

to Soto's security people.
Yeah, sure.

Lynn, you wanted
to see me?

Yeah, the mayor
asked me to stop by

and ask you a
couple of questions.

Sure. Ask away.

So, you going to win this thing
and put that monster away?

I like our chances.

What's the next question?

We were wondering how you'd feel
about being the mayor of Phoenix.

The mayor's gonna make
a bid for governor,

and when he does, he'd
like to endorse someone

to run for his spot--
and that someone is you.

You're supposed to tell me
how honored you are.

I... I'm honored, of course.

I'm just...

surprised.

Is that a yes?

Manny,

I need to know you want this.

I need to know
you're ready to fight for it.

As soon as it's out there that
the mayor's stepping down,

people are gonna be throwing
their hats in the ring.

We know John Barnes
from City Planning wants it.

Councilman Velez.

Benito Velez?

He's a hungry guy, Manuel.

No, it's just...

our wives are good friends.

Well, tell your wife to make

some new friends.

Look, I know it's
a lot to take in,

but I need an answer, soon.

No, of course, I understand.

I just need a day or two
to think it over

and talk to my wife.

The mayor won't ask you twice.

They were interviewing
new A.D.A.'s today.

Mm-hmm. So?

So, they were really young.

Really? How young?

I don't know, like, 27, 28.

Mm. That sounds
about right, right?

They graduate at 21,

three years of law school,

and three or four more
in private practice,

Honey, I didn't tell you
so you can check my math,

I'm just... saying
that they're young.

I don't know, maybe
it's not about that at all.

Maybe it's not
that they're young;

maybe it's that I'm not.

Ah. You know what,
I just don't agree

with your
central premise.

You're not old;
you can't be.

I was older than
you when we met,

still older than you
when we got married,

and I'm betting I'm older
than you right now--

and I'm not old...

so you can't be.

It's not about years,
it's about getting things done.

I was pre-law, remember?

I took my L-SATs.

If I stuck with it, maybe
I could've been an A.D.A.

Why are you talking like that?

Is there a time beyond which
you can't be an A.D.A.?

Is there a cutoff?

Come on, look at my life--
I've got a daughter in college.

It just...
doesn't feel like

the moment in life
where you start something.

It feels like that moment...

has gone by.

♪ ♪

Hey, hey.

Yeah?

Huh?

You all right?
She-she gets saved.

Hm? Who? Who got saved?

The girl, the girl
I dreamt about last night,

the one in the
burning building.

A fireman comes in
and saves her.

She doesn't burn to death.

Is this the meaningless dream
that you had last night?

Yeah? Oh, so...
I don't need to worry

about the thing
that never happened,

because even if it happened,
everybody's fine?

Hmm, excellent.

Nighty night. Don't
let the bedbugs bite.

It's Devalos.

I didn't ask.

Hello?

Allison, sorry to call so late,
but I wanted you to know.

Wilfredo Soto is dead.

What?

Was it the man that I saw today?

The one with the money
and the pictures of Soto?

No. It appears to have been
some kind of accident.

I don't have
all the details yet,

but apparently,
our star witness died in a fire.

So let me understand this.

There was a fire
in the hotel,

and Wilfredo Soto
was the only fatality?

Fire started in the wall

of the unoccupied room
one floor below.

A dozen or so hotel guests
are being treated

for smoke inhalation
and minor burns,

but Soto's the only one
who died.

The man was in that hotel
for protective custody.

He was surrounded
by law enforcement.

How is such a thing
possible, Lee?

Well, according
to the fire investigator,

an electrical fire started
in a wall outlet.

It burned the plastic insulation
on the wiring inside the wall.

That plastic created
hydrogen cyanide

and carbon monoxide fumes
that traveled up the vent

and into his room.

Soto was apparently asleep
when the smoke entered the room,

but this stuff's so toxic,

one or two inhales
gets the job done.

The bottom line-- it was
an accident, pure and simple.

Okay, I'll ask again.

Where was his protective detail

when that room was filling full
of smoke

and my witness was choking
to death?

I was told we had
the entire floor to ourselves.

We did.

One agent was making his rounds.

Two more in the next room,
plus a man at every exit.

When the smoke alarms went off,
they all rushed into the room

just as the fire was breaking
through the walls,

but it was too late, Manny.

He was dead
before they even got to him.

Sorry, but, uh,
for what it's worth,

that hotel has
a spotless safety record.

Nobody could have foreseen this.

Okay, so, where does this
leave us with the case?

I'm not sure
we still have a case.

TV NEWS ANCHOR:
Channel Nine has confirmed

that Wilfredo Soto,
a former high-level member

of the notorious
Oaxaca narcotics cartel,

died late last night
in a hotel fire.

Soto was apparently slated
to testify...

Councilman Velez.

Mr. District Attorney.

Sounds like you
had a tough break.

I don't know.

We're not dead yet.

Of course, haven't bothered
to check my own pulse lately.

Coffee. Black.

Thank you for coming.

Hey. I'm a lowly councilman.

My office is in a strip mall.

I get an invite from somebody
like the District Attorney,

I'm here.

Now if this is about, um,
firming our Christmas plans,

I told my wife
to tell your wife

that it's your
turn to pick.

I just want to ski.

I doesn't matter to me what
the name of the mountain is.

No, it's not about that.

Have you heard anything

about the mayor taking a run
at the governor's race?

Maybe.

I know you want out
of that strip mall.

I'm guilty, Counselor.

The mayor's not planning
on endorsing somebody,

and I haven't
heard that he has,

and I might take
a run at it.

Who knows? If I make enough
noise, maybe he'll endorse me.

That's why I wanted
to see you.

Thank you.

He's asked me to run, Benito,

and he's offered me
his endorsement.

Well, that makes sense.

So, that's it, huh?

Actually, I...

I haven't made
a decision yet.

What about you?

Does this...
change anything?

Like you said, I want
out of that strip mall.

I consider you a friend, Benito.

Our wives are best friends...

Well, that's not
going to change.

I'm just concerned.

Things have been said.

Confidences shared.

What does that have to
do with being mayor?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I just... I just...

I want this campaign
to stay focused on the issues.

Hey, I would never take
advantage of our friendship,

or our wives' friendship.

Anything that she might
know, that I might know,

is strictly off-limits.

Thank you
for saying that, Benny.

And knowing that you feel
that way, I'm inclined to do it.

There's no one
I'd rather run against.

Thanks.

I meant what I said.

I would never say anything.

But reporters
and bloggers--

they love looking for trash.

And you never know what rock
they're gonna look under

till they get it.

Just, uh, something
to keep in mind.

Right.

Duly noted.

Excuse me?

Morning. Can I help you
with something?

My name's Allison Dubois.

I'm with the District
Attorney's office.

I'm here to pick up
the official report

on the fire at
the Chapman Hotel.

Let me take a look
in his office.
Okay.

Thanks.

Here you go.
That's the report.

And I made a copy for you,
so you can take that with you.

Great. Thanks.
Yeah.

Um, all these people--
did they all die in fires?

Yeah.

Yeah, this is tradition
here at the 55th.

Some of these pictures go
all the way back to the '60s.

Who's this girl?

Can you tell me what
happened to her?

Honestly, I have no idea.

I just transferred
into the company.

That's why they've got
me waxing the trucks

while everyone else
is out training.

Oh.

Uh, speaking of which, if you
don't need anything else...

No, no, I'm all set.

It happened a little
over a year ago.

Her name was Charlotte Spencer.

This article says
that she was squatting

in an abandoned building
downtown when the fire started.

Okay.

I don't understand.

I saw her get rescued,
not killed.

Did you actually see
the two of them

walking out of the building?

No.

Then you didn't see 'em

getting rescued, did you?

I'm confused.

This happened
a year ago?

Why does any of
this matter?

I don't know.
I keep dreaming about it.

There's got to be a reason.

Six dreams a
night, my dear.

42 dreams a week.

168 dreams every month.

He's the captain
of Engine Company 55.

His name is Frank Davenport.

He's the man I saw taking money

to execute Wilfredo Soto.

So he's a fireman
and a contract killer?

He's a contract killer who uses
fire to get away with murder.

And Wilfredo Soto was not
his first kill.

I dreamt
about him killing this girl.

First she thought

he was there
to rescue her, but then,

he stopped her from leaving

till she choked
to death on the smoke.

You see, he sets the fires,

and then,
because he's a fireman,

he's there to make sure
that his victim doesn't survive.

Allison, I-I read
the same fire report you did,

and the city's
arson investigator said

that there's no doubt
in his mind

that the fire
that killed Soto was accidental.

Well, I know, but who better
to make a fire look

like an accident
than someone who's around it

every day?

Look, I don't know
Davenport personally,

but I do know him by reputation,

and apparently,
he's the real deal.

First guy through the door
at a fire, last one out.

Well, of course. He's got to be
the first one through the door.

He's got to make sure his target
doesn't get out alive.

You know, I checked into it.

His fire company was the first
to arrive at the scene

of the fire
that killed Wilfredo Soto

and the one that killed
Charlotte Spencer.

Okay.

Okay, let's say you're right.

Frank Davenport's
a contract killer who--

for the right price-- will use
fire to eliminate a target.

Now, Wilfredo Soto was a man
with a price on his head,

and Davenport certainly
had the means, the expertise,

and the opportunity
to execute him

without raising
too many eyebrows.

But what about this woman?

What about
Charlotte Spencer?

According to this article,
she was destitute.

A runaway who was squatting
in an abandoned building

because she had no place else
to go.

If Davenport is this high-priced
killer for hire,

who would have paid his fee
to see her dead?

I'm not sure yet.

I just know what I saw.

Excuse me.

You're the lady
with the D.A.'s office, right?

I'm-I'm Frank Davenport.

I'm the captain here.

Look, one of my guys told me
you were looking at some files.

That you seemed interested
in that fire that happened

at the abandoned building
on Jefferson last year.

That's right.

Well, may I ask why
the D.A's office is interested

in that particular fire?

I'm not really
at liberty to say.

Okay.

It's just...

It's just, you know, I...

I have a particular interest
in that fire.

I mean, my daughter died
in that fire.

You didn't know that?

Wait. In-in this file, it says
the only victim was a girl

named...
Charlotte Spencer.

I know. She was born
Charlotte Davenport.

Spencer's her stepdad's name.

Look, honestly...

...I didn't know Charlotte
really at all

the last few years
of her life, okay?

I mean, my split with her mom
messed her up pretty good.

She ran away from home
when she was 15.

Lived on the streets

till the day she died.

The night of that fire,

I-I... I...

I didn't even realize
it was her.

I mean, I saw the body.

I just assumed
it was some vagrant.

Some street kid, you know?

Anyway, um...

...if you're here today
'cause you have

some new information
about Charlotte...

I mean, if there's anything...

that you know
that might help me,

help my wife
know what happened,

I guess...

I'd be curious to know.

Well, we did have some new
information, Captain Davenport,

but now that I've
looked over the file, I think...

I'm pretty sure
it's bad information.

I-I'm pretty sure
that we don't have

anything important to tell you.

Okay. I see.

I'm very sorry

about your daughter.

Yeah.

Appreciate that.

Okay.

Okay. Thanks.

You used to tell
me everything.

The mayor calls,
offers you his job,

and I hear about it
from Christina?

Is this not reason
to celebrate?

Of course it is.

Of course it is.

So, Christina
told you, huh?

Mm. She heard it
from Benito.

I acted like I knew.

I figured you
were in court

and you couldn't
use your phone.

Manuel, what's going on?

You accepted, didn't you?

Not yet.

I wanted to think about it,
and I wanted to talk with you.

And Benito.

And Benito, yeah.

You're not gonna make
this easy, are you?

Lily, if I do it...

I want to win.

You'll win.

Who'd run
against you?

Benito, for one.

That's what you're
worried about?

Benito?

Oh...

I love him to death,

but he barely kept his seat on
the city council last term.

You don't seriously think he could
compete with you in a mayoral election?

I'm not really worried
about losing to him.

I'm... I'm just worried
about what he'd do to win.

Lily...

think about it.

Think about
everything he knows.

Think about... all the things
that you've told Christina

and Christina's told him.

Everything you went through
after... Arianna died.

What I went through?

My daughter killed herself.

My doctor gave
me some pills.

They worked.

And you kept on taking them...

even after he stopped
prescribing them.

And then we realized
you had a problem,

and you went away
and you dealt with it.

And doing that
was monumental.

I know that,
you know that,

and Christina knows it.

And I'm pretty damn sure
that Benito knows it--

I'm just not sure
that he cares.

What are you talking about?

He's our friend.

He's your best
friend's husband.

And what he lacks
in character,

he makes up in
ruthless ambition.

And you're right, a race between
us would be no race at all,

so he'd have to distract
everyone from his poor record.

He'd have to run
a negative campaign.

Lily, he's gonna dredge up
our daughter's suicide...

and he's going
to tell everything

that we went through in the wake of it,
I guarantee it.

Let him.

Then take your
hands off me.

Wh-What are you doing?

Lily, where
are you going?

I'm gonna try and pour this
champagne back into the bottle.

Can you not
think so loud?

Sorry. I'll try
to keep it down.

Do you know the other night
when you said that my dream

was... meaningless?

The one about the girl
and the fireman.

We having a
conversation?

'Cause as hard as it is falling
asleep when you're thinking,

it's next to impossible when
you're actually talking to me.

I know.

Just, it wasn't
really meaningless.

"Meaningless" isn't
the right word.

It was kind of reckless.
Oh.

Okay, you got it--
reckless, it is.

No, not the dream.

The dream isn't reckless.

Me. Chasing a dream,
trying to make sense of it.

I was reckless.

In a sense, you were right.

I didn't see the time,
I didn't see the place--

I should've just
left it alone.

Sorry, I'm lost-- what
are we talking about?

The girl.

The one that I
saw the fireman try to save

and then saw the fireman,
you know, try to kill her.

Well, I met him today.

The fireman is her father.

The fireman who killed
her was her father?

No, he didn't kill her;
nobody killed her.

The fire killed her.

I... I mean, the subject
of death came up,

and... he's her father--

you should have seen
his face, his eyes.

I mean, he was
clearly just...

destroyed by her loss.

I was just so wrong.

I should've just left
well enough alone.

All I did today was dredge up
a bunch of awful memories

and create some new pain

for somebody who's clearly
had more than their share.

Hey, do you think
it's too late

to call our daughter?

New Hampshire? Yes.

Come here.

What is... what
are we doing?

I was, um, just hoping

that maybe we could have some
meaningless dreams together.

Hm? And then it
would be morning,

and then we could
call our daughter.

Mm-hmm.

Hm?

Give it to me.

Right now, college
boy-- come on,

don't make me
ask you again.

Good. Now, uh,
put your card back in

and, uh, take out everything
that's left in your account.

But-but that was everything
I had left in my account.

Please...

please, I am not lying--
my parents control the account.

They only put
a hundred bucks in a week.

Check the receipt
if you don't believe me.

It'll show you
there's nothing left.

I'm sorry I don't have more--
I'd give it to you if I did.

But my bike's right over
there if you want it.

What the hell am I supposed to
do with your bike, man? Huh?

What am I supposed to do with
a hundred bucks and your bike?!

How am I supposed to get me and
my girlfriend our drugs tonight, huh? Huh?

Huh?! Answer me,
college boy!

How am I supposed
to get us our drugs?!

Eddie, stop!
Please!

He gave us everything he has.

Let's just take it and go.

Was it something I said?

Mm. It's 3:17
in the morning.

I roll over, there's
nobody there

on the other side
of the bed.

What are you doing, huh?

What's going on?

That girl, the one
who died in the fire.

Turns out she was involved
in a robbery at gunpoint.

So I dreamt about it,
and then I found it here.

That's her-- that's
Charlotte Spencer.

That's the girl
who died in the fire.

Can you really be sure?

She's been dead over a year
now-- it'd be kind of hard

to arrest her at this
point, don't you think?

I'm just saying, is this really
worth losing sleep over?

I mean, even if the
girl in that picture

is the girl that you've been
dreaming about, so what?

It doesn't change
anything, does it?

I mean, is her father
any more likely

to kill her just because
she was a petty criminal?

No disrespect, this is
all very interesting,

I just don't think that
it's very meaningful.

Come on, shut
that thing down.

Let's get back to bed.

Lily...

what-what are you doing
out of bed?

It's the middle of the night.

Are you a coward?
What?

Did I marry a coward?
I need to know.

Lily, you're talking
nonsense-- get in bed.

Manuel, as God is my witness,
I have never done anything

that I was... ashamed of.

I-I had some regrets...

but nothing I'd ever deny.

And up until
about six hours ago,

I would have said
the same thing about you.

Would it really
humiliate you

if everything I went
through were to come out?

Is that why you won't run?

Because it wouldn't
humiliate me.

Our daughter killed herself.

That's just a fact.

And we had to keep on living.

And I, for one,
have nothing to hide.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I am a coward.

But I just can't
bear the thought

of that... man trifling
with our memories,

using the tragedies
we've endured

as a weapon against us.

Then you get a weapon.

Manuel?

Benito.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming by.

I have a trial starting
in 20 minutes,

but I couldn't bear the thought
of doing this over the phone.

No problem.

Like I said the other day,

the district attorney
calls, I jump.

At least for the moment.

I wanted you to be
the, um, third to know.

After a great deal
of consideration,

I've decided to accept
the mayor's endorsement.

I'll announce
my candidacy tomorrow.

Hmm.

I'm surprised, Manuel.

I've always known you
to be a thoughtful man.

A careful man.

I don't sense you've
been very thoughtful

or careful about
this decision.

And what about Lily?

You honestly think
that she's up for this?

You said it yourself
the other day.

This could be all
very... unseemly.

I appreciate your concern,
Benito, but I've learned

to never underestimate my wife.

I think she'll do just fine.

And besides, we're friends.

And I know that we're both
committed to running campaigns

that focus strictly
on the issues.

Absolutely. Of course.
Good.

Then it's hard to imagine

that, uh, Lily or Christina will
have anything to worry about.

Christina? Worried?

Let me tell you a secret.

My Christina's a bit of a ham.

I think she's actually
gonna enjoy the whole thing.

Well, good for her.

You know, I'm actually jealous
of our wives.

The way they've come
to depend on each other.

Lily confiding her deepest
secrets to Christina,

and vice versa.

Oh, my goodness.

The district attorney
is a card player.

Fine.

I'm gonna call your bluff

and raise you four months
of falsified prescriptions

and six months
at Betty Ford.

And I'm not even going
to mention your daughter.

Very well.

And I'll see you
with $25,000 of municipal funds

that paid for an abortion
and hush money for--

what did you call her--
a campaign aide?

Spoke with her
last night.

Lovely young lady.

Very articulate.

Anyway...

I'm due in court.

Just wanted
to share the good news with you.

What the hell you think
you're doing?!

Mr. Foley, sorry.
I didn't think you were home.

Frank Davenport,
Engine Company 55.

You want to tell me
why you're in my basement?

We got a call there might be
a gas leak in this house.

I mean, I knocked,
and no one answered,

so I figured,
under the circumstances,

I should get
inside, have a look.

You guys do that?

Just break into someone's home?

Well, when we smell gas.

What's in the container?

Oh, it's, uh...
it's just water.

You know, run it
along the pipes.

If it bubbles,
we know there's a leak.

Doesn't smell
like water.

Here. See for yourself.

Allison. Can I help you?

Sorry, sir. I didn't realize

you were
in the middle of something.

No, it's all right.

We might be in here
for a while, though.

Is it urgent?

I think it might be.

His name is Aaron Foley.

He was about
to be indicted

on corruption and
embezzlement charges.

He was killed

when he came upon an
intruder in his basement.

Somebody was trying to
burn down his house.

I think that somebody
was Frank Davenport.

But Allison,
we can't prove that.

Well, actually,
I think we can.

When the police showed up
at Foley's basement,

they found the killer's DNA.

There was blood on the floor.

Foley had skin

under his fingernails.

Of course, nobody connected it
with Davenport.

He's a fireman, he's a hero.

But when he realized

that his daughter had been
caught on tape robbing that man,

he knew it was just
a matter of time

before the police arrested her.

And when they did,

her DNA would go
into the system.

And it would be compared
to all the DNA samples

that we find in all
the unsolved crimes in our file.

And the Foley murder
would come up.

It would be a slightly
imperfect match.

It would be the kind
of match you get

when you've got
the right family,

but the wrong family member.

Familial DNA.

That's why
he killed his daughter.

He had to.

With her out-of-control life,

he knew it was
only a matter of time

before she led us to him.

Now what do we
do about it?

What do you mean?

Davenport's a firefighter

with a record
of distinguished service.

I can't compel him
to give us a DNA sample

just on your say-so.

So can't you just
have him followed?

Come on.

He'll-he'll throw something
away with his DNA on it.

A soda can, a plastic utensil.

Allison, the Firefighter's Union
would crucify me if they knew

I was tailing one of their own
without probable cause.

Not to mention,
that any decent defense attorney

would have a field day in court

if we tried to go to trial
with a DNA sample that we snuck

onto the record.

He killed his own daughter.

I know. I know
you believe that,

and I'm inclined
to think you're right,

but at the moment,
we just can't prove it.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Mrs. Spencer?

Hello. My name is
Allison Dubois.

I'm with
the District Attorney's office.

I was hoping to speak with you
about your daughter Charlotte.

You're telling me you think
my ex murdered my daughter?

Our daughter?

I'm telling you,

I think your ex-husband
made himself available

to people with money who wanted
someone done away with.

Yes.

I don't think he did it often,

but I think when he did it,
he was very well-paid.

Does any of this make sense?

Does any of it ring
any kind of bells?

Is that a serious question?

This house.

Is this the house
the two of you shared?

He gave it to me
in the divorce. Why?

Is this the house
of a city worker?

A fireman?

What is it you want?

I need something of Charlotte's.

Maybe something that you saved.

Some of her old clothing,
or maybe an old toy,

or anything that could possibly
have her DNA left on it.

It was from her first haircut.

TV NEWS ANCHOR:
Frank Davenport
was arrested today

in connection with the unsolved
murder of Aaron Foley,

a union leader
accused of corruption.

In exchange for a plea bargain,

Davenport will testify
that he was hired to kill

Wilfredo Soto
by accused drug trafficker

Javier De La Vega.

On the heels
of this stunning development,

District Attorney
Manuel Devalos,

who has long sought a
conviction against De La Vega,

made a surprise announcement.

I am humbled
by the mayor's endorsement,

and I am honored to ask
the people of this great city

to choose me to fill his shoes.

Mr. Devalos, we have
some questions.

Mr. District Attorney?

Mr. District Attorney?
Mr. District Attorney?

Mr. District Attorney,
do you have any comment...?

Now, this one's
almost done.

She's in college.

The ones you're supposed
to be looking in on

are in the other room.

Seems like
every time I turn around,

someone's moving on
with their life.

Ariel's at college.

Devalos is running for mayor.

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes. ♪

That's the way of
the world, my dear.

Hey, you know,
if Devalos does become mayor,

I may not have a job.

Why do you say that?

Well because, if he's mayor,

he's not gonna have
any use for me.

And who's to say the next D.A.
is gonna want to have me around?

I mean, I'm not a lawyer.

Let's recap.

You just solved a series
of unsolved murders

and put a contract killer,

who passed himself off
as a hero, behind bars.

And now, filled
with a sense of achievement

and accomplishment,
you've decided

to stare into your daughter's
unoccupied room

and muse about all the things

that could go wrong
with your life.

Allison, you're an inspiration
to manic depressives everywhere.

I want to go back to school.

I want to get my law degree.

I'll-I'll just do it
a little bit at a time.

I know full-time
doesn't makes sense, but...

I want to go back to school.

Will you marry me?

We are married.

Then I suppose you can go.

Can we go to bed first?

This is such an easy yes.