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(beeping)

(labored breathing)

(flatlining)

(gasps)

You okay?

Everything
all right?

Mm-hmm.

I just had a dream.

Anything important?

Hmm, I don't know.

I mean, a man did die,
but it was in the hospital.

I don't think there's anything
to do or anyone to call.

Okay.

(monitor flatlining)

(woman and man moaning)

That's enough.

(grunting)

That's enough.

(choking)

(moans)

(panting)

(laughing)

(screaming)

(panting)

Hey.

Hey, not funny.

Come on. Wake up.

Come on.

Joke over.

Please.

Open up your eyes.

I'm begging you...
just open... your eyes.

Come on.

* *

(grunts)

(labored breathing)

(gasps)

Didn't we
already do this?

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Bridge, honey,
can you turn that down?

Hey, Lee, hi,
this is Allison.

Can you give me a call
when you get this?

I had a dream
last night.

I saw a young woman get,
uh, "redrum"ed.

Maybe it's something.
Maybe it's nothing.

I don't know.
Give me a call.

Yes, indeed,

nothing like a
little redrum

to get you going
in the morning.

What is redrum, Mommy?

Oh, come on, everybody knows

that "redrum" is just
"murder" spelled...

Bridge, hey,
little ears.

That's why we use
code words.

Oh, sorry.

It's okay.

Just be careful.

What's redrum?

It's a kind of ice cream

that the tooth fairy
gives you if you're good.

Thank you.

Today is an excellent day.

JOE:
Really?

How is that possible?

It's barely begun.

Well, today is
the day I find out

who I'm having a baby with
in wellness class.

Please tell me
that's code for something.

You know what I mean. All
the sophomores have to do it.

You get paired with
a "marriage partner,"

and, uh, then Mr. Parks
gives us a baby

and we have to take care
of it for a week.

Really? A baby?

It's not a real baby;
it's this expensive doll,

but it's almost as real
as a real baby.

They cry and coo and
burp and wet themselves.

Mm, sounds like fun.

It's serious.

It's ten percent
of your grade,

and it's just...
it'd be nice

if I ended up with somebody
I kind of liked as a husband.

I've always found that
to be helpful.

Hey, Bridge, can you turn
that back a channel?

Mm-hmm.

NEWSCASTER (over television):
This was the scene this morning

as Finley Park rangers
discovered

the bludgeoned body
of a young woman,

identified as Kimberly Weeks.

What happened?

Lady ate too much redrum.

Right, Mom?

(siren blares)

ALLISON:
Hey, Lee.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Hey, I saw you on the news.

I thought I'd come by, maybe
you'd give me an autograph.

Did you get my message?

I might have dreamt
about this.

Young woman,
red cocktail dress?

Yeah.

Don't suppose
you saw who did it.

Male, Caucasian,
50s-ish, nice suit,

driving a luxury SUV.

Wow, you got a good look
at this guy, huh?

Front seat,
3:00 A.M. show.

But here's the best part.

The girl scratched
her killer's face

before she died--
deep gouges.

I'm sure that you're going
to find a wealth of DNA

under that poor girl's
fingernails.

I beg to differ.

I don't think
we're going to find

much of anything
under her fingernails.

Somebody removed
her fingernails?

Ripped 'em right out.

Must have happened

after he smashed her
in the head with the rock.

Must have happened
after I woke up.

That's why I'm
always hanging around

till the credits are over.

They're always putting
in extra things

during the credits these days.

Will you excuse me a second?

Are you okay?

I saw what happened to you
last night at the hospital.

I'm so sorry.

I can see you.

I can see people like you.

I really need to talk to you
about what you witnessed...

here last night.

Meet me over there
by the bathrooms

in about five minutes.

(baby crying)

Cal Jacobs

and-- let's see--
Marissa Masters.

You are the proud parents
of a baby girl.

Hey, Ash, who's
left other

than Adam
and Marcos?

We're not out
of the woods yet.

We've still got the Unabomber.

Jack White...

and Ashley Whitaker.

(whispering):
I am so sorry.

(doll crying)

Adam Mankowicz
and Ariel Dubois.

Thanks.

Ah, look what we made,
Mrs. Mankowicz.

Yeah.

Um, so I'll take
the first shift.

I got an away game
on Tuesday.

Can you take her
for the next two nights?

Sure.

Sweet.

(chuckles)

I'll call you.

(chuckles)

(sirens wailing in distance)

If you were
anyone else,

I'd have you arrested
for intent to solicit.

You've been standing
outside this men's room

for the past 20 minutes.

What can I say?
Times are tough.

I saw someone in the crowd
that I knew,

and I thought we were going
to meet up here

after I was done,
but...

Well, we're about to wrap
it up across the street,

so I'm gonna take off.

If you want to meet me
back at the station,

we can work up a sketch

of the killer you
saw in your dream.

Unless you got
other business here.

Funny-- you're funny,
funny, funny.

We aim to please.

JOE:
Okay, girls are down.

Well, two out of three.

Who's the holdout?
The one busy writing

"Mrs. Ariel Mankowicz" on every
available inch of her notebook.

The good news is

she's considering hyphenating.

I'm trying to steer her
towards Dubois-Mankowicz

over the less husband-friendly
Mankowicz-Dubois.

What you
looking at?

Mug books.

Trying to see
if there's anyone in here

who even looks vaguely similar

to the man I saw kill that girl
last night.

Oh, yeah,
any luck?

Nope, it was a long shot.

The man in my dream
wasn't a career criminal.

He looked like an executive
or a lawyer

or some successful businessman.

What I can't figure out is

why that ghost didn't help me.

He saw everything.

I know.

Would it have killed him
to talk to you?

Not funny.

(phone ringing)

I put today's mail
on your desk, sir.

Fine. Hold
all my calls.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

WOMAN:
You make it to work
okay this morning?

Excuse me?

May I ask who's calling?

You were a busy boy last night.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Who-Who am I talking to?

Someone who knows everything

about the last two minutes
of poor Kimberly Weeks' life.

That was her real name,
you know.

Or maybe you didn't, but I do.

I know everything:

how it went from playful
to really, really rough.

What do you want?

$500,000.

I-I... I don't...

I don't have
that-that kind of money.

Oh, I bet
you can get your hands on it.

And that's why I sent you
a little incentive.

Do you see a brown paper package
lying on your desk?

Yes.

Go on. Open it.

Take a look inside.

Oh! Oh, my...

First one's on the house...

(gasps)

DEVALOS:
So in addition
to looking for a killer,

we're now supposed
to be looking for someone

who's blackmailing the killer?

One fingernail at a time.

Hey, if we can't keep the world
safe for murderers...

Any clue
as to the, uh,

identity of this woman?

No. I didn't see her face.

I only heard her voice.

But she knew everything
about the killer.

And clearly, he didn't
know anything about her.

Maybe it was someone
she worked with.

Worked? I thought she was a
student at Mesa University.

SCANLON:
Yeah. Well,
we have reason

to believe
that what you witnessed

wasn't just the end
of a date gone wrong.

It appears
Kimberly helped pay her tuition

by, uh, entertaining men.

Nights. Weekends.

Uh-huh.

We're following up some leads.

Looking at her computer
and cell phone.

Trying to see if anybody matches
the description

of that businessman.

Well, whoever
this blackmailer is,

one thing seems pretty clear.

She was a witness
to Kimberly's murder.

So, if Allison's dream
is accurate,

she knows how
to contact the killer.

Sounds like if we find her,
we can find him.

(school bell ringing)

(crowd chattering)

ARIEL:
Looks like
you survived

your first night.

Yeah. Sorry about
all the phone calls.

No. It's, uh...
it's okay.

This baby should really come

with a Get Out of Trig Test Free
or something.

I don't know how I gonna stay
awake for my next exam.

She woke me up
four times last night.

Hmm. Well, I don't know.

You look pretty
comfortable with her.

Yeah, well, it's kind of
like holding a football.

Well, you can pass
her to me now.

(laughs)

(baby coos)

(baby burps)

(both laughing)

(continues giggling)

(crying)

Are you all right?

(loud crying)

I feel really great.

Just a little dizzy.

But, uh, maybe you can
just put her in here.

(laughs)

Yeah, all right.

ALLISON:
You should have seen the look
on their faces

when I told them we
needed to be looking

for a blackmailer
and a killer.

(baby crying loudly)

Oh, that brings
back memories.

Ariel, tend
to your child.

She can't hear you.

I can't hear
me. Ariel?!

Hey!

Ariel!

(crying continues)

I sang to her,
I told her some jokes,

but she's
still crying.

Bridgette, don't play with that.

That's Ariel's
wellness project.

But I'm baby-sitting.

Ariel's paying me
a dollar an hour.

She's paying you
to do her homework?

All right.

You take that baby
back to Ariel,

and you tell her
that your shift is over.

And if she can't stop her child
from crying,

I'm gonna call social services
on her.

But I still got my dollar,
right?

MAN:
Who am I talking to?

WOMAN:
Someone who knows

about the last two minutes
of poor Kimberly Weeks' life.

That was her real name,
you know.

Or maybe you didn't, but I do.

I know everything:

where you took her;

how it went
from playful to rough

to really, really rough.

What-What do you want?

$500,000.

I don't... I don't have
that kind of money.

Oh, I bet
you can get your hands on it.

That's why
I sent you a little incentive.

Do you, uh, see
a brown paper package lying

on your desk?

Yes.

Go on. Open it.

Take a look inside.

(paper rustling
on other end of phone)

Oh. Oh, my...

First one's on the house.

The other nine
are gonna cost you.

(gasps)

(baby crying loudly)

(loud gasp)

Ariel?!

Ariel!

(groans)

Suddenly, I'm not looking
forward to being a grandfather.

(loud crying continues)

(grunts)

(typing)

JOE:
Nope.

I'm not there.

I somehow managed
to survive the night.

Mm.

What are you
doing up, huh?

It's barely 6:30.

You're all dressed;
you're ready for work.

I couldn't sleep.

I decided I'd come out here
and try to find my ghost.

The one I keep seeing
in my dreams.

First he's on hand
to witness a murder.

The next day,
he's at the crime scene.

Now, according
to my dream last night,

he's spending time
with the blackmailer,

listening in on
her phone calls.

What are you saying?

That he's following
the same case you are?

Well, it seems that way.

All the more reason
for me to try to find him.

Clearly, this guy knows more

about this whole thing
than I do.

So, what are you looking at?

I mean, how do you track
a ghost, exactly?

Is there some kind
of secret Web site?

Nah.

Look, according to my dream,

he died the same night
that girl Kimberly did.

Oh.

So I've been looking
through the obituaries

for last night and today,
but I'm not finding anything.

Maybe you're going at it
from the other direction.

Meaning?

Well, you know,

when old Mrs. What's-Her-Name
down the street died...

...it took her husband, like,
three weeks after the funeral

to get around
to putting an obit in the paper.

The obituary writer is, like,

the last guy to know
when someone dies.

You need to find the first guy.

You're right.

(phone ringing)

White Peaks Regional Hospital.

May I put you on hold
for just one moment?

I'm sorry.

We can't release a patient's
personal health information

without a court order.

I understand. Really,
I do, and as I told you,

I work for the District
Attorney's office,

and I'm not asking for
any personal information.

I just wanted
to know if a man

matching the description
I gave you died here,

and if he did,
what his name is.

Please.

It pertains to the murder
of a young woman.

You say he was Caucasian?

(typing)

Around 30?

(typing)

Well...

if I could tell you
what you want me to tell you,

I wouldn't have anything
to tell you.

(siren blaring)

(children chattering)

Mind if I have a seat?

Is that your wife and daughter?

They must miss you terribly.

Yeah.

Listen, who... who are you,
and-and what do you want?

I told you what I wanted
that day in the park.

I want to know
what you know

about the murder
of Kimberly Weeks.

I know you saw
the whole thing.

I... I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

You were there the
night that she died.

You were there the next
day at the crime scene.

And then you
listened in

while a woman tried to
blackmail the murderer.

Listen, I know

you are going through a
terribly difficult time,

trying to deal
with your mortality;

to make peace with the fact
that your life is over.

It's a huge adjustment.

But I really
need your help.

Did you see me, Daddy?

Yeah.
Did you see me?

Yes, I saw you,
sweetheart.

Now, come on.
Go grab Mommy.

It's almost
time to go.
Yeah.

Almost time to go.

Look, uh, I don't know
who you are

or what you think you know,
uh, but, uh,

I have surgery
in 20 minutes,

so I'd appreciate it

if you'd let me and my family
finish our lunch.

So let me see
if I understand this.

This looks exactly
like the woman

you saw blackmailing
Kimberly Weeks' killer,

but you don't want us
to distribute it?

That's right.

Any particular reason?

I guess I'm just not certain

of the accuracy of my dreams
pertaining to this case.

The-The description I gave you
of that woman--

I'm not sure
I can stand behind it.

Am I allowed to ask

what triggered this crisis
in confidence?

It's a long story.

In my dreams,
I saw someone, a ghost,

who witnessed both the murder
and the blackmail.

A ghost?

He died of cardiac arrest

a few minutes
before Kimberly found herself

in the car with her killer.

And I've been searching
for him, this-this ghost,

ever since that night

to see what
he knows,

to see what he saw.

And I actually found him
this morning.

The problem is,

he's about as far from dead
as you can possibly get.

He's actually alive and well
and living in Scottsdale.

The ghost?

His name is Dr. Brian Seward.

He's a surgeon at White Peaks
Regional Hospital.

Obviously,
he's not dead.

Obviously, he
didn't see anything.

Which makes me wonder
if any of the things I saw,

or any of the things
that I dreamt actually happened

the way that I saw them.

(baby crying loudly)

Hey, Ariel,
I'm on a work call here.

Can you please take care
of that baby?

Mitch, hold on one second,
will you?

Allison?!

ALLISON:
I'm giving Marie a bath.

Ariel?!

(baby crying)

Bridgette!

I don't have it.

And Ariel's in her room
with the door shut.

Look, sorry, Mitch.
Can I call you right back?

Thanks.

Ariel!

(crying continues)

Ariel!

Hey.

Yeah, Dad?

Do you not hear this?

Sorry, Dad.

"Sorry, Dad"?
Is that the best you can do?

You need to do a better job

of taking care of that baby,
young lady.

That is your assignment.
That's not your mother's.

It's not your sister's.
It's not mine. It's yours.

No. I know.

I just, uh, I don't know.

I don't really want to move.

I don't want to think.

I just want to lay down
and listen to music.

What's going on with you?

You feeling all right?

No... I feel really good.

I just... kinda hungry.

But really good.

Sorry about the crying.

Do you think Mom bought chips?

If she weren't our daughter,

I would have sworn
she was high as a kite.

Don't say that.

Hey, I'm just telling
you what I saw.

She even went looking
for munchies.

(Ariel screams)

Did somebody
scream?

Hey, you all right?

What's going on?

There was a man in the house.
He was standing

right there.

What?
What are you
talking about?

I was, um, I was feeding
the baby,

and-and I got hungry so I went
for a snack and then I came back

and saw him standing
right there, listening

to what you guys
were saying.

He was outside our door?

Sweetie,
there's no one here.

I screamed and he disappeared.

Where did he go?

ARIEL:
I don't know!

He was there,
and then he was gone.

Okay, I'm going to go
check the house.

You, you stand
over there.

Be careful, Joe.

Here.

Okay, well, I don't
understand.

Did he say anything?

What did he look like?

He didn't look like anything.

He was just standing there

listening to what you
and Daddy were saying.

I don't know.
He had, um,

sandy hair and, uh,
wearing a white coat.

Wait, wait, a white coat
like a doctor's coat?

(sobbing)

JOE:
I checked inside.

I checked outside.

Nothing.

This house is sealed up
tight as a drum.

I don't know
what to tell you.

I thought this bed would be
wall-to-wall girls

by the time I climbed back

into it.
Everyone's in their rooms.

Everyone's in their beds.

I'm concerned
about Ariel.

I'm telling you
something's not right.

She's acting very strangely.

All this snacking?

And now she's seeing people
who aren't there.

I don't know about
that seeing people

that aren't there part.

I mean, the man
that she described

sounded an awful lot like

that Dr. Brian Seward
I spoke with today.

The living dead guy?

Allison, come on,
I just checked

every window
and every door.

No human being
could get in here.

Well, what about a ghost?

Honestly, honey,
he's not a ghost.

Come on, you just
said yourself
you saw him today,

interacting with his kid.

Didn't you say he's a,

like a registered surgeon
at that hospital?

Yes.

Okay, so either
he's alive

and running around
playing with his kids,

or he's dead and... and scaring
the heck out of mine,

but he can't be both.

Right?

Right.

Just do me a favor.

Just keep an eye
on Ariel tomorrow.

And then when I get home,
we'll compare notes, okay?

Of course.

(woman whimpering)

(thudding)

(tires squealing)

(watch beeping)

Okay, Victoria.

It's time.

(flatlining)

(defibrillator whirring)

(monitor beeping)

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

(sighs)
Victoria.

That was a close one.

Just tell me you saw
something good.

Someone really rich doing
something really bad?

Actually,

I didn't just see
something good.

I saw a gold mine.

(gasps)

You were at my house
last night, weren't you?

Don't even bother
denying it.

I think I know what
you're up to, Dr. Seward,

and I'm not going to let you
get away with it.

Okay.

Exactly what have
I been up to?

I-I don't know

what kind of weird
adrenaline junkie you are.

I don't know how you
figured out how to do it,

but you're killing yourself
a little bit,

making yourself into a ghost

so you can see
people's secrets,

and then you bring
yourself back to life

so you and your partner
can blackmail them.

Wow.

You, you actually said that

out loud in front
of an adult.

I admire your courage.

But you must know
how absurd that sounds.

Well, don't worry about it.

I don't have to prove
the "absurd" part.

I just have to prove
that you're a blackmailer.

And it's only a matter
of time until I do.

And in the meantime,

stay away from my house.

Stay away from my family.

Stay away from me.

You know, it's not
what you think.

I'm not some greedy,
thrill-seeking bastard.

I'm dying.

You see

this oval here?

That's a tumor.

Apparently, it's been growing
in my brain

for at least five years.

Yeah, I had no idea.

I mean, I used to get headaches,
but who doesn't?

And then, one day
last September, um,

I just collapsed.

I was clinically dead
for almost three minutes.

And I remembered
every moment of it.

I could choose
to be anywhere,

watch anything,
anyone I wanted to see,

and they couldn't see me.

And just as I was getting
the hang of it, I was back.

They shocked my heart,
and I was back.

That's when I got the good news.

18 months to live.

Two years tops.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, you and me both.

Look...

I'm only a resident.

Okay, I drop dead tomorrow,
no medical bills,

I will still leave my wife
with a hundred thousand dollars

of med school tuition I owe,

not to mention the mortgage,
my daughter's school.

I mean, come on.

It's kind of genius.

You stop the heart
with a few ccs of diazepam.

You get a whole three minutes
before brain damage sets in.

After that, it's just

CPR 101.

Every ambulance driver
in the country is trained

on how to bring the dead
back to life.

You think it's depraved,
don't you?

Well, I think
there has to be another way.

What you're doing is illegal.

And it's dangerous.

What if you don't make it
back next time?

Where does that leave your wife

and daughter?
You don't understand.

I don't have a choice.

No, you don't understand:
there is no choice.

I will bring a case against you.

Even if you're right,
even if I can't prove it,

is that really how
you want to spend

this little bit of time
you have left--

putting your family
through the stress

and the expense of a trial?

(sighs)

So what exactly is
it that you want?

I want you to stop.

I want you to give me
the name of the man

who murdered
Kimberly Weeks.

And in return?

In return, this conversation
will stay in this room.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I'll throw in
the nine bloody fingernails

that will prove that the man
whose name I'm going to give you

is the one who killed her
in exchange for your word.

My word?

That the man isn't arrested
until after 5:00 today.

Why? Are you and your partner
getting paid off at 4:59?

Do we have a deal?

What if I say no?

I might just forget
the man's name.

I might

just lose those fingernails.

I have something at stake.

You have something at stake.

That's why they call it a deal.

Sorry.

I don't know what happened
to me yesterday.

I was like a dead person.

Yeah, I noticed.

Totally spaced.

I couldn't do a thing
but lay on my bed.

And then when I saw
the dead guy, I couldn't sleep.

So I had to wake up
this morning at 4:30

to do my homework.

But you're feeling
all right now?

No, I'm fine.

I'm just, uh, a little
tired, but fine.

Oh, look, uh, there's Adam.

Great. I can, uh...
it's his turn.

So I can give him the baby now.

Okay.

Good driving, sweetie.

Now you have a great day.

Mom will pick you up
this afternoon.

(doll cooing)

(giggles) Whoa.

You okay?

No, I just... everything's kind
of starting to spin.

Ariel?

Mmm...

Gee, I could really go
for a cookie.

Ariel, look at you.

(giggles)

I don't really think
I can do that.

Give me that doll.

(giggles)

That was weird.

You feel okay now?

Yeah.

(sniffs)

What are you doing?

I don't know. It seemed like

that when the doll was
in the back seat,

you were fine, and then as soon
as you got close to it...

But I don't smell anything.

Here, give me the doll.

I'll give it to Adam
before the bell rings.

(sighs)

Hey, you know what?
You go ahead to class.

I'll give the doll to Adam.

But... Dad, I mean,
what if the teacher sees?

The teacher's
not going to see.

You go ahead.
You go to class.

Let me give
the doll to Adam.

Dad...

Ariel, I'll give the doll
to Adam.

(school bell rings)

Hey, Adam.

Adam Mankowicz?

Hi. It's nice to meet you.

I guess you could say
that I'm your father-in-law.

Joe Dubois.

Ariel's father.
Nice to meet you, sir.

Special delivery.

Thank you.

You gonna be okay
looking after her?

Your eyes look a little red.

No, sir. I'm fine.
I... I have allergies.

Really?

Yeah.

How often do you
get these allergies?

I mean, are we talking
every night?

After school?

Before school?

How about at night, when
your parents aren't home?

I really need to go.

Do your parents even know
about these allergies?

Hmm?

No, I didn't think so.

So let me ask you something.

The other night,
when it was your turn

to take care of the baby,
did you have allergies then?

I might have.

Well, guess what, son?
You're getting a divorce.

What?

That's right.

And you've won sole custody
of that baby.

You're gonna raise her
on your own

from now until the end
of the assignment.

Wait. No, no, no.
That's not fair,

because me and Ariel
are supposed to finish

this project together.

Right. Adam, you wouldn't want
me to have to tell your parents

about these allergies
of yours, would you?

(stammers)

You can't do that;
that's blackmail.

Maybe you'd like to take this up
with your ex mother-in-law,

who works
for Phoenix Police Department?

No, sir.

Then we understand each other?

Oh, and, Adam,

if I ever get the sense
that you've given my daughter

your allergies,
I know where to find you.

ANCHORMAN:
Local attorney Patrick Davidson
was arrested today

for the murder
of Mesa University student

Kimberly Weeks.

Police say that an anonymous tip
led them to the discovery

of nine of the victims'
fingernails,

which were apparently removed
shortly after the murder.

The fingernails, all of them
covered with the lawyer's DNA,

helped seal the case
against Davidson...

Good.
Good for you.

Well, good for everybody,
I hope.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Well, I don't know.

I just don't feel right
about Dr. Seward

just walking away
from this whole thing

with a half a million dollars
of ill-gotten gains.

It's for his family.

I know, that's what I keep
telling myself.

But we-we can't stop.

Not now.

Well, I-I... I don't know
what to tell you, Vic.

Tell me,
you'll do it again.

At least one more time.

After that,
if you want to walk away...

Think of your family, Brian.

A quarter of a million dollars
is nothing.

Once you're gone,

what do you suppose
they're going to live on?

You don't understand;
I don't have a choice. Okay?

That woman
from the DA's office...

What about her?

Does she have a badge?
A gun?

She's just a fortune-teller,
Brian.

She can't tell anyone
about us.

No one would believe her.

Look, I...

We ended up on her radar

because the man
we were blackmailing

was the #1 suspect
in a murder investigation.

From now on, we just pick
someone who is of no interest

to the DA's office--

some rich guy,
cheating on his wife.

She'll never even know.

(gasps)

(sighs)

10:17...

Mrs. James Richardson,

do you know
where your beloved husband is?

I'm betting you don't.

(sighs)

Good thing you're a banker, pal.

It's going to cost you.

(alarm beeps)

Okay, Victoria,
hit me with the paddles.

I'm running out of time.

(beeping)

Oh, no...

(heart monitor flatlining)

(gasps)

(rock music plays loudly
over stereo)

(music stops)

(country music plays in diner)

Hello?

Anybody here?

Victoria.

Hi. I'm Allison.
I'm Allison Dubois.

Um, I don't think
we've officially met,

but I think you know
about me.

I'm the fortune-teller--
the one with no badge or no gun.

Please, have a seat.

I ordered you
something.

(scoffs)

What do you mean,
you ordered me something?

I didn't even know I was going
to stop in here

until a minute ago.

Oh, but Brian did; he's the one
who told me you'd be coming.

Please, sit.

Well, he wanted me
to say "hi" to you.

Brian, I mean.

We had a little talk
right after you murdered him.

I'm sorry...

I have no idea
what you're talking about,

and if you mean
Dr. Brian Seward,

I understand
that he committed suicide.

Yeah, you went
to a lot of trouble

to make it look
like a suicide.

And you know what?

You did a great job.

The truth is, the police,
the district attorney,

they're never gonna be able
to get you for his murder.

You're not drinking
your ice tea.

Do you want me to order
you something else?

I'm fine.

Anyway, put your
mind at ease.

The whole murder thing,
it isn't gonna happen.

You completely outsmarted us.

Okay?

Anyway, that's not what you need
to be concerned about.

What you need to be concerned
about is...

now that Brian is
dead, I mean...

full-time dead,
you would be shocked

by the things he can actually
see where he is.

I mean, for instance, not only
did he know you were gonna stop

in this little diner,

but he knew you were making
your way over the border,

to take that $500,000
you stole

and put it
in a Mexican bank.

He also knew
that you had the money

in the trunk of your car...

in cash,

under an old Indian blanket,

and that you kept a spare key
in a magnetized box

in your wheel well.

You know, I went
and had a little visit

with Brian's wife today.

It was a pretty tricky
conversation,

but it really helped
to have Brian

right there, by my side, while
I explained everything to her.

She was really interested
in what I had to say.

And it took a little doing,
but eventually I convinced her

to leave Katie
with the baby sitter

and take a little
drive out here.

No, she's not here now.

(engine starting)

That was probably
her just leaving.

(gasps)

You know, what you're doing
is a really good thing.

Now Brian's wife is gonna have
the money

to bury the father of her child.

She'll be able to pay off
his medical school bills,

put their little girl
through college...

live a better life.

Oh, um, if you
get any ideas

about trying to get
that money back,

you should just swallow them.

Brian wanted me to let you know
that, uh,

he'll be watching you,
always.

And he's got
my number.

I know you're a little tight
on cash right now, so...

that ice tea-- it's on me.

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