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ALLISON:
What makes us all human?

I have a theory.

We all eat.

We all sleep.

We all dream.

WOMAN:
Manuel?

Can you hear me?

Manuel, wake up.

What did you do?
Huh?

What?
What are you doing?

What, what, what are...
what are you talking about?

Geez, Manny,
are you all right?

What do you mean?

(sighs)
(whispers):
You wet the bed.

Our dreams reveal us
to ourselves.

The people we are.

Don't just shoot,
you gotta aim it.

So when that site is in
the middle of the clown's mouth,

then you shoot.
Okay, Daddy.

The people we'd like to be.

Whoo! Yeah!

You don't need much.

Just a little push.

Oh, hole in two!

Hey!

Ah, come on, boy!

(playful growling)

You guys have fun?

Oh... sure did.

(grunting):
All right.

Here's your deposit.

A lot of people tell me
the game's even more fun

when they bring their own kid,
rather than renting one.

I know. I heard that.

You know how
to get one?

I know people.

(phone rings,
Scanlon gasps)

(phone ringing)

(grunting):
Yeah.

(sighing):
Wait a second, will you?

What are you talking about--

"heads blown off"?

(phone ringing)

Mm... do me a favor,
look around.

Sometimes... a kid will hide
under the bed, in a closet.

All dead.

How many children?

No, don't move anything,
just lock it down.

I'm maybe 35 minutes away.

I'll be right down there.

(sighs)

Some people have dreams
that amaze them...

...and entertain them.

(chattering excitedly)

(hooting)

Yah-ugh!

Hmm.

(grunting)

Mm-mm-mm.

Yah... ah?

(laughing quietly)

And then there are my dreams.

(speaking Malay)

MAN:
Speak English.

You want English?

Why'd you come to Indonesia?

Go home to America.

(grunts)

Where are you going?

I'm going
to the airport.

I'm going home.

(scoffs)
I feel like
going home.

You can't do that.

You're intoxicated.

Do you even have a ticket?

(laughs)

Besides...
it's early in the morning.

It's not time for traveling.

It's time to make love.

Keep the change.

(motorcycle starting)

(engine roaring)

(crashing)

What's the matter?

What's going on?

A dream?
Ugh, yeah.

You want to talk
about it?

I don't know.

I'm not sure there's anything
to talk about.

Oh, wow.

Well, that's a first.

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BRIDGETTE:
I have a sore throat.

What are you
talking about?

Don't make me
say it again.

It really hurts.

Come here, Bridge.

(grunts)
(giggles)

Let's have a
look at you.
No, don't, Daddy.

(giggling loudly):
Hey, hey!

Oh, what do you know?

All cured.

No, wait.

That was my tickle throat,
not my talking throat.

(chuckles)
Well, you can use

your tickle throat
in school today.

No one will know
the difference.

Bridge...
Hmm?

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

No, you'll just
think it's stupid.

Well, maybe, maybe not.

Well, I had the funnest
dream last night,

and I was sort of hoping

that I could stay in bed
and have it again today.

What kind of dream?

It was a cartoon
with monkeys in it.

(Allison laughs,
phone rings)

Eh.

BRIDGETTE:
Oh, no.

(grunts)

Hello?

If I swing by your house
in 20 minutes,

could you join me for a
little trip to Paradise Valley?

Uh, hang on a second.

I have to ask my husband if he
can run the girls to school.

Yes, I can run the
girls to school.

And don't worry, Bridge,
if you start feeling

a little feverish, I'll
just tickle you some more.

Not funny, Daddy.

Not...
Whoa!

funny... Daddy.
(giggling)

Not funny.

So what are we
rushing off to see?

Well, I can't seem to get a
straight answer on that one.

I asked Detective Scanlon if
he thought it might be useful

to have you on the scene,

and he indicated that it
certainly couldn't hurt.

(laughs quietly)

You seem awfully thirsty.

You okay?

It's the heat.

You'd think, after all these
years, a body would adjust.

(laughs quietly)

(reporters clamoring)

REPORTER:
But I don't understand.

Why are we not being told
the exact nature of the crime?

DINOVI:
You're not being told
the exact nature

of the crime because the
investigation is ongoing

and has not yet reached a stage

where we can make
that determination.

REPORTER 2:
Where is the mayor?

We're hearing rumors
of a cult-like slaughter,

a Manson-style killing spree.

Shouldn't the mayor be here?

I spoke with the mayor
early this morning.

He's rushing back
from a fact-finding mission.

I'm sure he'll have plenty
to say when he gets here.

Sorry, folks.

I'm afraid that's all
I have for now.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Fact-finding mission?

That's what
his girlfriend said.

A Las Vegas
fact-finding mission.

Apparently, that's where
all the best facts are found.

Okay.

My interest is piqued.

What exactly are we
looking at here, Lee?

Not exactly sure yet.

Wealthy family-- mother,
father, three kids.

Live-in help had
the weekend off.

Housekeeper
lets herself in

at 5:00 a.m., discovers
all of them shot to death.

Was it a robbery?

Maid says
nothing's missing.

Family attorney's
on his way over

with a locksmith
to look in the vault,

but our guys are telling
me it hasn't been touched.

Put your party clothes on,
I'll show you what we got.

SCANLON:
We're guessing
the wife here

heard the shots
from the family room

and was standing, attempting
to get out of the tub

when her attacker came

to this doorway.

(gunshots)

(gasping)

There was no weapon present
when the first team

of responding officers
showed up this morning.

Doesn't appear to be
a murder-suicide.

TV REPORTER:
Now for more on
the market sell-off...

(gun cocks)

Honey?

TV REPORTER:
...of Early Warning
Stock Prediction...

(sighs)

The kids were all
shot in their beds.

Dog's in here, too.

(sighs)

DEVALOS:
Allison?

Yeah, I know, the kids.

I'll take your word for it.

We need to find out
everything we can

about the man
of the house.

Maybe... it's
a revenge killing.

Pretty savage
form of revenge.

Maybe the attorney will open

the safe and tell us
the family jewels are missing.

Sorry, guys, but I seriously
doubt this was a robbery.

Why do you say that?

That's an Armand Vartanian,

probably worth three quarters
of a million dollars.

I mean, if you're looking
for something of value.

I'm gonna visit
the powder room,

then we'll be
on our way.

See you in about an hour.

Can I help you?

I don't know.

I'm gonna call the police.

If you need help,
they can help you.

What?

I would really appreciate it

if you could just wait
for them on the sidewalk.

This your house?

Phoenix Police, this
is Allison Dubois

with the District
Attorney's office.

Phoenix?

I'm in Phoenix?
I made the plane?

I have a man here
standing on my front porch.

No, you don't.

No, no, you don't.

I don't know who he is.

He didn't identify himself.

Oh, that's not true.
That's not true.

My name's Clay Bicks.

Clay Bicks.

Oh, my God.

(chuckles):
Hey...

Clay.

You cut your hair.

What'd you say
your last name was?

Dubois.

Roland.

Allison Roland.

Al.

(chuckles)

Cut your hair, too.

(chuckles)

Come here, you.

No, no, back up, back up.

I, uh... it's been awhile
between showers, you know?

(chuckles)

I still can't believe
they let me on the plane.

God, you look great.

Plane from where?

Indonesia.

Indonesia.

Yeah, I'm a shooter--
photographer.

You know, magazines,
wire services.

Sounds dangerous.

I know.

I get a little anxious
just talking about it.

What kind of idiot
goes over there,

seeks work like that, huh?

(both chuckle)

They do have
a couple of

excellent bars, though.

Damn, you look, uh... great.

You look different.

And how dare you change
when I wasn't looking?

Well, it's a long time
since high school, Clay.

Yeah... You got
kids now, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah... Why'd you go
do that without me?

What, just 'cause you ain't
seen me in 17, 18 years?

(chuckles)

Bet you're
married now, huh?

Happy, well-adjusted.

Bet you never get
stinking drunk.

Bet you bathe every day.

You know...

I got a weird confession
to make.

I been in a couple
of hairy spots in my life.

Stared down a couple
of loaded barrels,

had a couple of
scary helicopter rides.

Got taken hostage once
for three days in Samoa.

And you know that moment when
you're thinking, "This is it."

You know,
the Clay Bicks Show is over.

You know who'd keep
popping in my head?

You.

Ms. Roland.

Voted most likely
to stay in someone's head

long after they've let them go.

Maybe they shouldn't have.

You're my favorite regret.

You don't remember
getting on the plane?

Nah, I was pretty loaded.

And you don't remember
getting off here in Phoenix?

Why don't you come in the house?

We'll have a cup
of coffee, and...

(beeping)
ARIEL: Mom, this
thing's gonna beep

in 55 seconds,
and the stuff in the pot

keeps getting
higher and higher.

So what do I do?

You don't do anything.

Don't worry,
it's not gonna explode.

Just...
I'll be there in a second.

BRIDGETTE:
Are we having dinner yet?

ARIEL: Uh, what are you
talking about?

Daddy's not even home yet.
And it's, like, 5:30.

And why are you
in your pajamas?

Well, as soon
as dinner's over,

I want to go
right to bed.

Why?
I had the funnest
dream last night.

It was a cartoon
called The Monkeyheads,

and I can't wait
to see more of it.

The Monkeyheads?!

That's so over.

That was on when
I was little.

BRIDGETTE:
So? I don't care.

I still like it.

DEVALOS:
Yeah... my whole
morning's open.

Just set the appointment,
e-mail me the time.

Right. I'm home now.

Just e-mail me the time.

Okay.

Whew... Damn.

There are just some
days that can't end

fast enough.

Mmm! Smells good.

Smells good.

Call them back
and tell them

you're not free
tomorrow morning.

I called Dr. Berman.

He remembered you.

I made an appointment
for 10:30.

I'll drive you.

I'm a grown man.

I can make my own
doctor's appointments,

thank you very much.

There's something
wrong, Manuel.

I'm worried you're
falling apart inside.

Sometimes, I wake up
in the morning,

and you're laying
there and I...

I think you're dead.

I can't hear you breathe,
you're covered in sweat,

you're white as a ghost.

I'm fine.

It's Phoenix-- it's
hot and I sweat.

Tomorrow, I will
find a doctor.

I will call and I will
make an appointment.

And when the time comes,
I'll drive myself.

Right now, I'm hungry,
and I'm, uh...

gonna eat.

I don't think
he knows he's dead.

What? You trying to get me
to feel sorry for him?

I think maybe

that's why he's here.

Maybe that's why
he's waiting for me.

I think maybe
I'm supposed to tell him.

You don't think
he'll get the gist

when he looks in the mirror
and there's nobody there?

When the phone
stops ringing?

When nobody bothers
to check his theater stub

after he comes back
from the candy counter?

I think they've
got a pretty good

orientation system
already in place.

(chuckles)

Then why did I have
that encounter?

And why was he brought here?

I don't know, he needed
the extra frequent flier miles,

figured an extra stopover?

I believe these things

happen to me for a reason.

The challenge is
to have the patience

to wait for the reason
to reveal itself.

Hmm... profundity.

If I dig it out, will you write
that in my high school yearbook?

(chuckles):
Ooh.

(singsong):
Someone is jealous.

Of your high school boyfriend?
I think not.

(chuckles)

He was pretty wild.

I was pretty wild.

Well, he's not wild now.

I'm sorry.

I've really had
my fill of death today.

I really have.

I'm Deputy Mayor DiNovi.
I'll tell you what I know.

The Costigans all died
early this morning

of close-range shotgun wounds.

Preliminary investigations
suggest that the killings

were not related to
Mr. Costigan's employment.

We are aware of
similar home invasions

in Wyoming and New Mexico

during the last 12 months.

Beyond that,
it's an active investigation.

Hopefully, we'll know
more in the morning.

(reporters clamoring)

WOMAN:
Do you have
anything to say

to the people of Phoenix
who are obviously frightened?

Phoenix is a safe city.

But obviously, people need
to take precautions.

Lock your doors,
lock your windows.

Check in on your loved ones,

check in on your neighbors,

and know that we are
gonna find these people.

We're gonna stop these people.

REPORTER:
And what does the mayor have
to say about all this?

DINOVI:
The mayor fell ill
prior to boarding a plane

back to Phoenix this morning.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Yeah, I saw it;
of course I saw it.

You were great.

You couldn't hear me cheering
from over here?

You coming over?

I don't care.

Ring the bell, wake me up.

I mean it.

2:00 in the morning.
Whenever.

Wake me up.

It was so random.

They were so unprepared.

I mean, in his wildest dreams,
could he ever have imagined

that he would have died
lying on his belly...

reading the paper?

And the mom.

Was she singing in the shower,
seconds before it happened?

And the kids.

What were they dreaming about

before their lives
were snuffed out?

Are you sure
everything's locked?

I'll go check again.

(cartoonish sound effects
and music plays on DVD)

(tires screeching)

(crashing)

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Help!

(loud thud)

(glass breaking, water rushing)

(water dripping)

(groaning)

(cartoonish music continues
playing over DVD)

(moans)

Mom?

Mom?!

Mom...!

(glass breaking)

Mom, please!

Mom!

Help!

(strangling gasp)

(coughs)

BRIDGETTE:
Mommy...

I just had a bad dream.

(sighs)

Yeah, me, too.

So, I know Bridgette
had a nightmare.

Tell me about
your nightlife.

Any visits from
old boyfriends?

Nope.
I guess he figured out

where he was
supposed to be,

and how to get there,
all by himself.

What do you mean?
Are you telling me

that you actually had
a sound night's sleep?

I didn't say that;
I just didn't see

any news you can use,
if you know what I mean.

Nothing about Clay,

nothing about this.

I did have a terryfying dream
about a little b-o-y.

That took place I
don't know where,

I don't know when,
involving I don't know who.

Isn't that what you said

about your Indonesian nightmare?

I mean, before you realized who
and what it was really about.

Well, that's what has me
so worried.

Oh, Lee.

Can I talk to you
about something?

I don't know if it
means anything, but...

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

You mind taking a ride?
Can we talk in the car?
Sure.

What's going on?

(grunts)

Some hikers spotted a
minivan, sitting upside-down

in a couple feet of water.

They seem to think there might
be a couple bodies in it.

There are.

A mother and her son.

Okay.

And you wanted to
talk to me about...?

We just covered it.

Someone slept alone
last night.

You really are psychic.

(chuckles)

Ha, ha.

Shaving cream.
Yeah, clever.

No woman would let a man
leave home like that.

Yeah, well, wasn't
for lack of trying.

She's just been working
all hours.

Between this home invasion thing
and the mayor

flaking out.

Hm.

How old were you
when you got married?

Me? Um... nine.

I've been married 12 years.

So, yeah, nine, mm-hmm.

Yeah, well, I'm
pushing 14 myself.

(groans)

You know, I never really
lived with anyone.

Not long-term.

Hey, if it works for you.

Yeah, well, I'm not so sure
it does anymore.

Tough to make the leap.

But I'm thinking there might be
some leaping in my future.

Well, go on, Baryshnikov.

(laughing)

(siren wailing in distance)

You can see where the big SUV
pushed against it,

forced it off the road.

Maybe.

It's just so eerie.

Everything I dreamt about
happened.

Well, that has to give you
some sense of satisfaction.

No, it doesn't.

I feel like
a walking carnival trick.

I dreamt about this little boy
drowning to death.

What do you know?

It really happened.

What is the point?

Why show it to me
if I can't prevent it?

So I have answers
for the police questions

15 minutes before they
would have them otherwise?

You know, um,

a very intuitive lady
once said to me...

"I believe these things happen
to me for a reason,

"and the challenge is having
the patience

to wait for the reason
to reveal itself."

Oh, zip it.

Anyway, I called Mrs.
Pasternack down the street.

She's going to take the girls
home with her.

So if you could stop by
her place on the way home...

Thy will be done.

CRIME TECH:
Everything we can do
here, we've done.

The rest of it

really ought to happen
back at the lab.

I made a call-- flatbed's
on its way out here.

Anything you want to share?

Well, wherever
they were going,

they knew it was going to
take them a while to get there.

Car's full of clothes,
toiletries...

No maps, though.

No tickets or brochures.

You get the feeling that maybe

it was
a pretty spontaneous trip.

But you got a lot of
the kinds of things

you see on a long road trip,
like DVDs for the kid,

fast food wrappers,
juice boxes...

What's this?
It was in the player.

They must've had it on

when they went over the side--
The MonkeyHeads.

Did you say Monkeyheads?

Mm-hmm.

SCANLON:
What's the big deal?

Does that mean something?

(gasping):
Oh, boy...

I hope so.

Hey, I'm home.

Shh, shh, shh.
You'll wake the baby.

Marie's already down?

Have you looked
at your watch?

It's after 9:00.

Wow.
You do good work.

What about Bridgette?

I really need to
talk to Bridgette.

Well, I don't know,

she's been in bed
for half an hour,

but I couldn't tell you
if she's asleep or not,

'cause she fought me
every step of the way.

Three days ago, she couldn't
wait to get to bed,

and now she acts like

I'm sending her off
to the electric chair.

You going to have
some food?

Later.
(sighs)

Did you feel that?

What?

That blast of cold air?

What are you talking about?

I don't even think
the air-conditioning's on.

I don't know.

I've been
feeling them all night.

Maybe it's just my imagination.

Maybe you're going through
the change of life.

Ah, could be.

(whispering):
Bridgette.

Bridgette?

Hey. Hey.

(gently):
Hey...

What are you doing
with this?

This is your sister's.

Well, I wasn't hurting it.

I was just listening to it.

Well, you're not supposed
to be listening to it,

you're supposed
to be asleep.

Well, I don't want to be asleep.

Sleeping is scary.

I see Monkeyheads
when I sleep.

And why is that scary?

Monkeyheads aren't scary.
Monkeyheads are funny.

No, no, they're not.
Not lately.

Really?

Tell me what you've seen.

Well, the other night,

this mama monkey
and this baby monkey,

they were in their car,

and then these bad monkeys
chased them

and chased them

and then pushed them right off
the road and into this lake.

And then?

And then they just sat there,

and they were upside-down,
and they were bleeding,

and the car got filled
up all with water.

And they just sat there.

And then they were breathing
funny little cartoon bubbles.

And then they
finally fell asleep,

and turned into Angel Monkeys,

and floated out of the
car and up to heaven.

Wow.

Sweetie...

Well, I can see why
you wouldn't want to have

another dream like that.

But here's
the thing, Bridge--

I am almost 100% sure

that the bad dreams are over.

I really think it's okay
to go back to sleep.

You do?
I do.

And if, for some strange reason,
I'm wrong,

you can come into my bed.

But... I don't think I'm wrong.

I think the bad dream
is over.

Well, I hope so.

'Cause it's really tiring
trying not to sleep.

(chuckles)

She dreamt it, too.

The little boy, the drowning.

What are you
talking about?

She dreamt a cartoon version
of the same thing I did.

Cartoon?

Why a cartoon?

The little boy

was watching cartoons
when he drowned.

I suppose he was trying to make
peace with the way he died,

trying to find someone
to tell his story to.

They're about
the same age.

I hate that she dreams
that stuff.

I know.

For what it's worth,
I think she's okay.

She really thinks
it is a cartoon.

A scary cartoon,
but still a cartoon.

And I do think it's over.

Oh...

God.

Tell me you don't feel that.

Feel what?

It's like arctic.

You didn't feel
that cold blast of air?

Come here, let me
feel your head.

You don't feel feverish.

But why don't you go
lay down in bed?

I'll be in in a minute.

I don't feel sick.

I don't know what to tell you.

It's Phoenix, Arizona.

If you're feeling the chills,
you're getting sick.

Just go.

I'll clean up.
I'll lock up.

Hey, Al.

Sorry about the cold.

I hear it goes away,
eventually, though.

What else have you heard?

Oh... that you can see me.

That you can hear me.

That, uh, that's pretty rare.

I am really sorry, Clay.

The other day,
outside my house...

I wasn't sure.

I thought you might be...

But I wasn't sure.

I'm really glad you're here.

I'm really glad
I get to say good-bye.

Don't be sorry.
Nothing to be sorry about.

Truth is, I've been flirting
with this all my life.

Now that I'm here...

it's not like the view's
all that bad.

(laughs softly)

You know what
else I heard?

What's that?

That if I try hard enough,

that if I want it bad enough,

sometimes, someone like me

can be felt...

by someone like you.

I have to tell you,
I've never...

Allison?

Do you want a hand
locking up?

Uh... sure.

Absolutely.

Hello, Detective.

Your deputy-ship.

Haven't seen you
in a couple of days.

You know what's been going on.

I look up from my desk,
it's 11:00 at night.

Well, the mayor's
back in town now.

I saw it right on the
front page of the paper.

No reason for you not
to come over tonight.

Well, then maybe I will.

Well, if you ring the bell,
maybe I'll let you in.

10:00-ish okay?

I got a call from this woman
in the third district.

Worked on our last campaign.

Wants to buy me a drink.

She was very insistent.

You sure it was a woman?

Don't you have somewhere
you need to be?

Oh, um...

So... 10:00-ish.

SCANLON:
The dead woman, the
driver of the minivan,

name is Olga Bankova.

She's a naturalized
U.S. citizen,

34 years old, single mother,
artist of some kind.

Also works as a substitute
teacher; no priors.

They were over 200 miles
from home when they died.

The child in the backseat
was her son Ian.

Seven years old.

What else do we know?
Not much.

We're checking paint and body
shops around the state,

looking for any large vehicles
with horizontal abrasions

consistent with
the minivan's.

So...

we're certain the car
was pushed into that lake bed?

No.
Yes.

No one in the crime lab
is willing to say

in a definitive way that the
minivan was actually pushed

into that lake bed.

Yes, there's paint on the car,
yes, the side is scraped

consistent with that kind
of scenario,

but the vehicle also took
about a 40-foot fall,

which could account
for the damage

and the mismatched paint could
also be from a previous mishap.

That coupled with the fact
that no one

can seem to come up
with any kind of motive...

I know that she was pushed
off the road.

I saw it happen.
My daughter saw it, too.

Your daughter?

Really?

Did either one of you,
perchance,

see who was driving
the other vehicle?

I didn't, no.

What about your daughter?

My daughter doesn't have any
information you could use.

I don't understand.

I'm gathering that, like you,

your daughter saw all this
in a dream.

Don't you think
it might be useful to us

to interview her, see
if we couldn't piece together

some kind of description?

I'm familiar with a number of
people from around the state

who have a lot of expertise

when it comes
to interviewing children.

I mean, we'd have to finesse
the whole dream thing,

but I'm sure
it could be handled.

She saw them,
but she didn't see them.

Look, it was a cartoon.

She saw the whole thing
as a cartoon.

The people who pushed
the minivan off the road

were cartoon people.

Everybody was a cartoon.

I see.

Any news
on the home invasion front?

SCANLON:
Not really. No.

Place turned out to be
amazingly clean.

I mean,
clearly these guys were pros.

Aha.

No leads
on the home invasion front.

Dark cartoon forces at work,

pushing vehicles off
our thoroughfares.

It's a wonderful day
to be the district attorney.

Excuse me?

You're excused.

(mimics):
"It's a wonderful day
to be the district attorney."

You know the man's under
a lot of pressure.

That's not the point.
It was mean.

It was needlessly mean.

He's not himself.

I don't know what's
wrong with him.

Who are you guys talking about?
Nobody.

You know, all they're talking
about on the radio is

how these guys are
still out there,

it's just a matter of time
before they do it again.

Okay, I get it.

He's under a lot of pressure
on that case,

and I'm not helping him
on that case.

Well, I'm sorry.

I wish I could pick and choose
what I dream

on any given day, but I can't.

So it isn't
the crime du jour.

I can't help that.

I see what I see, and I know
what I know and my daughter...

Uh-uh...
I think you're blowing this

way out of proportion.
My daughter

doesn't get to specify
the style of presentation

when someone reaches out to her
from the great beyond

to tell her something.
"Well, I'm sorry,

we're not accepting
cartoon dreams today."

The district attorney prefers
his clues from the other side

more straightforward.

More crime, less character.

More like an episode
of Law & Order.

Allison.

Are you guys talking about me?

No, honey,
nobody's talking about you.

Nobody's talking about anybody.

I need a bath.

Is something wrong, Mommy?

It's not you guys.

Mommy just had a hard day.

No, I'm, uh, I'm still here.

Of course.
I know it's dinnertime.

He just wanted
to run some tests,

and I'm just sitting here
waiting for the results.

(toilet flushing)

I'll call you when I'm done.

I love you, too.

(music playing)

I've been guarding
it with my life.

I appreciate it.

(knocking)

Yeah?

Bridge and Marie are down.

Ariel's taking a shower.

I thought I would just lock up
and go to bed.

Oh, my God,
how long have I been in here?

That's all right;
you look comfortable.

You're allowed.

I'll be back.
I won't let you drown.

(Allison chuckles softly
as the door closes)

(bluesy music playing
through earphones)

WOMAN:
We're very aware
of everything

that's been going on
with the mayor.

We're all aware
of how mercurial he can be.

You've been very deft

the way you've covered for him.

That's my job.

Oh, and you
do it well.

You seem very, um,
at ease on television.

Oh?

Have you ever considered
running for office?

Excuse me?

We would like to see you go
after a spot on city council.

Oh, let me ask
you something.

How do I do this?

Just ask her.

You got a boyfriend?

Hopefully, a doctor
or a lawyer.

Someone with some standing.

I'm just kidding.

(chuckles)

But seriously, is there someone
we should know about?

Whoever they are,
they're going to end up
being very involved.

Please, whomever it might be,

just don't let it be
a civil servant.

All of the union agreements
are coming up in January,

(laughs):
and that's all we need.

(shivering)

I'd do that for you,
if I could.

And I still haven't figured out
the whole touch thing.

I'm beginning to think
it's a big lie.

Lucky for you.

What are you doing here?

How long have you been here?

I never left.

But that's crazy.

That's wrong.
You can't be here.

You can't do this.

I have a family,
and you have someplace

you're supposed to be.

Well, I like it here.

I like your house;
it feels good.

I like your kids.

You're not thinking clearly.

You must still be in shock.

And you're leaving
out my husband.

I have a husband.
I have a life.

Really?
(door opens)

Locked and loaded.

Hey, you know what?

Wet becomes you, my darling.

You look good like that.

(gasps)

I may toss you
in that tub every night.

"Wet becomes you"?

(chuckles):
Wow.

This is so unfair.

(chuckles)
What's that?
I say the wrong thing?

You want me to go?

Just say, "Clay,
I need you to go."

JOE:
I can't help it.
You come over here

and look at yourself
in that water,

in the candlelight.

Sorry, baby, it's
bigger than both of us.

Kind of a goofball, huh?

Stop it.

You're seriously
bothered?

Just say, "Clay, I need
you to go."

See, this is it.
This is the kind of stuff.

This is why we were
never meant to be.

What are you talking about?

"Never meant to be"?

Does he know he's got
toothpaste on his mouth?

Does he have any idea
how sad and pathetic

this all is?
Clay, I need you to go!

Clay?

Did you say "Clay"?

As in high school Clay?

Is he here?

Allison?

Hey, Allison!

Allison!

(knocking)

Yoo-hoo?

(evil laughter)

(evil laughter)
Hmm?

(screams)

(splat)

(evil laughter)

(evil laughter)
Huh?

(evil laughter)

(screeching)

(screaming)

(gunshot)

(screaming):
Mommy!

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