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"...and lead us not
into temptation,

"but deliver us from evil.

"For Thine is the kingdom
and the power and the glory

forever and ever. Amen."

(gun cocks)

You done?

(gunshot)

(dog barks in distance)

(panting)

(barking continues)

(Marie screams, glass shatters)

Whoa, what was that?

I think it was Marie.

(distant siren wailing)

What is it, sweetie?
What's wrong?

Daddy, Daddy,
there was a man out there.

-What?
-What?

It's okay.

Guy's name's Matt Mulhearn.

Did you know him?

Not really.

I'd see him around
from time to time.

I'd wave at him or his wife.

Oh, my God, his wife, his kids.

Oh, they're fine.

Everyone except
Mr. Mulhearn here

was in Chandler with
one of the grandparents.

Wife's on her way back now.

This is the third

home invasion murder
in the past month.

The first two happened in
the western precinct so, uh,

their homicide squad's
handling the investigation,

but, uh, this matches
the MO exactly.

Someone pried open
the back door,

forced your neighbor here
to open the family safe,

and then put a bullet
in the back of his head.

I know.

I dreamt it last night--
the-the last part of it, anyway.

What, you mean you didn't come
all the way out here to say hi?

So, uh... give me
a description of the shooter.

I can do one better than that.

I can give you an eyewitness.

(siren wails in distance)

(helicopter hovering
in distance)

Hey, Mommy, what happened?

What's with
all the cop cars outside

in the middle of the night?

Our neighbors, the Mulhearns--

somebody broke into their house.

Are they okay?

Well, it could have been worse.

Only Mr. Mulhearn was home.

Sweetie--

honey, the police are going
to want to talk to you tomorrow

about that man that you saw.

Is he going to come back?

-Is he? -No, honey.
-Mm-mm, no.

The people that I work with--
they are going to catch him.

They're going to
put him in jail.

Okay, but can I please sleep
with you guys tonight?

Of course you can.

Wait a second. Well, then,
who's going to sleep with me?

Remember how when
we first moved in here,

(whispering): we talked
about getting a burglar alarm?

I'll call tomorrow.

ARIEL:
I'm interested in Southfork

because it combines
the advantages of a small school

with the benefits
of a large public university.

The ratio of teachers
to students is low,

which is something
I'm definitely looking for.

(exhales forcefully)

Okay.

What do you think?

Does it sound weird
talking about ratios?

Maybe I should say, like,
"class sizes" or something.

I don't think it matters.

I mean, you already
rocked your SATs.

You really think this interview
is that important?

It's for Southfork.

I mean, they're sending someone
all the way down here to do it.

(school bell ringing)

World Themes is calling.

-You ever read Beowulf?
-Mm-mm.

Yeah, me either, and I'm about
to have a test on it.

Later.

Good luck.

(door opens and shuts)

MAN:
Southfork, huh?

That's a good school.

Tough to get into, though.

That's what I hear.

Did you know that less than
ten percent of the people

who applied there
last year got in?

Those are brutal odds.

Excuse me, do you work here?

Are you a-a teacher
or something?

No.

Okay, so then what
are you doing here?

Why are you hanging around
a high school library?

(whispering): We're not even
supposed to be talking.

People are trying to study.

Oh, don't worry,
nobody can hear us. Honest.

(loudly):
Honest!

(gasps)

(chuckles)

You're...

Yeah, as a doornail.

Almost three months now.

Heart attack.

Tenth mile of a training run.

My name is Alan Hahn,
Dr. Alan Hahn.

I was a... a professor
of romantic literature

at Southfork.

Tenured professor.

Head of the department,
actually.

Okay.

Well, then it's, um, it's really
nice to meet you, I guess.

Well, it's nice
to meet you, too.

-(books clattering)
-Oh. -(sighs)

(girls talking quietly)

Ariel.

I think I can help you
get into Southfork.

In fact,
I can pretty much guarantee

that you'll
get into Southfork.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

How can you be so sure?

Well, when I was alive,
I was married to a woman

named Sondra Hahn-Barker.

Sound familiar?

She's interviewing me tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Sondra is a very
successful attorney.

She's one of Southfork's
most active alumni.

She's on the board of directors.

She's raised God knows how much
money for that place.

If you get her stamp
of approval,

you are in--
it's as simple as that.

And I can tell you exactly
how to do it.

If you listen to me,

you will give the interview
of Sondra's life,

'cause I know just what
she wants to hear.

Okay, but...

why would you do that for me?

Hey, Ariel.

A very good and canny question.

It is, after all,
a rather large favor.

In return for which,
I'm asking only a small one.

At the interview,
Sondra will have a laptop.

It was mine.

There's a file on there
I'd rather she not see.

When an opportunity
presents itself--

and I know that one will--

all you have to do is
just delete the file.

How do you know

that she'll leave me alone
with that computer?

Oh, the same way I know

that you're going to pass this
interview with flying colors.

Yes, it's one of the few perks
of my current condition.

What else do you need to know?

What's on this file
that you want me to delete?

(chuckling):
Well, that's just...

uh, it's personal.

It's, uh, no big deal.

It's just-- it's embarrassing.

Honestly, there's just some, uh,

material I'd rather, you know,
my wife not know about.

(chuckling nervously):
It's just, you know,

some Web sites I was visiting,
you know.

I think you-you understand
what I'm talking about.

Yeah, I got the idea.

(keypad beeping)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Hello.

Your security system is ready
for activation.

Cool. It talks.

Sure does.
The 2100 will even react

to the sound of your voice,

if your hands are full and
you can't punch in your code.

Okay, um...

(keypad beeping)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Your security system is armed.

Once it's armed,
and the sensor's been tripped,

-(rapid beeping)
-you have 20 seconds

to turn it off
before the alarm goes off.

(beeping stops)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Your security
system is disarmed.

What else does it say?

Excuse me?

The alarm.

What else does it say?

Uh, pretty much just "armed"
and "disarmed."

I can set it to tell you

which alarm sensor's
been tripped, if you want.

Can it say our name?

Not quite there yet.

Maybe next year's model.

ALLISON: All right,
well, the alarm is set.

Don't open a window,
unless you want the police here.

Good to know.

You've been, uh, in there
for 45 minutes.

What have you been doing?

I was making
the Mulhearns a lasagna.

I'm going to drop it off
in the morning.

Oh, that poor woman.

I think her name is Amy.

I can't even imagine what
she's dealing with right now.

Losing her husband
suddenly like that?

MARIE:
Mommy?

I can't get tired.

I'm still too scared.

You know we've got
an alarm now, sweetie, right?

It's on and everything.

I know.

Well, you want to sleep with us
again tonight?

Hmm? All right.

Come on, you little one.

(keypad beeping in distance)

(keypad beeping)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Your security
system is disarmed.

(keypad beeping)

Your security system is armed.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
It's all right, Marie.

The house is safe.

You heard me.
I said you're safe.

You could talk?

I sure can, Marie.

My name is Sal,
and I'm here to protect you.

And I hope that you and I are
going to be very good friends.

Oh. Hi.

Allison, right?

Um, I hope I'm not intruding.

Thank you.

Everyone's been so kind.

I can't tell you how much
we appreciate it.

Um, would you like
to come inside?

Another neighbor
brought a deli tray by.

I-I made coffee.

Well, I would love to.

I'm, I'm just a little late
for work.

Um, another time?

Okay.

-I've actually got to
get going, too, Amy. -Oh.

Okay. Um... Allison,

have you ever met Josh Berryman?

He lives right around
the corner.

(gunshot)

Hate that we're meeting
'cause of this,

but, uh, it's always nice
to meet your neighbors.

Take care, Amy.

Bye.

Berryman worked as
a software consultant

until his company went under;
that was about two years ago.

Wife filed for divorce
ten months ago.

Mortgage is
eight months in arrears.

Does he have an alibi
for the night

of the Mulhearn murder?

Nope. Doesn't have one

for the nights of the
other two murders, either.

Way Berryman tells it,
he spends most nights

watching TV at home
by his lonesome.

Still and all, I know
this guy's broke, but, uh...

he just doesn't strike me
as the home-invading,

execution-style-murdering type.

ALLISON:
It's him.

He did it.

He's the man I saw.

(sighs softly)

Well, there's one way
to find out for sure.

You ready?

Okay, Marie, you see all
those men in the room there?

Let me tell you a secret.

You can see them,
but they can't see you.

Okay?

So all you have to do is

point out the man that you saw
running through your backyard,

and the police here
will take care of the rest.

All right?

-All right.
-Good.

So, do you see him?

No.

ALLISON:
Are you sure, sweetie?

Maybe you want to take
another look.

No, I don't think I remember.

Marie, sweetie,
that man can't see you.

You have nothing
to be afraid of.

No, I don't remember
his face, Mommy.

I'm sorry.

But honey,
you looked right at him.

JOE:
Al.

She said
she doesn't see him.

DEVALOS:
Think she really saw the guy?

Well, she did her best.

Can we do that again tomorrow?

Look, I know Marie saw
that man's face.

I just need a little more time
to talk to her.

I can't just hold
Josh Berryman until tomorrow.

You mean nobody else
has come forward

-to say they saw him?
-SCANLON: No.

And so far,
forensics has nothing

tying him to the scene.

So, without
your daughter's I.D.,

we got nothing on this guy.

You can't just let him go.

Allison, no one
is questioning what you saw.

But there is simply

not enough evidence
to justify holding him.

He's a killer, sir.

He lives down the street
from my family.

From my daughters!

All right.

By law, I can hold him for
24 hours without charging him.

But if we don't find enough
evidence between now and then...

You have to let him go;
I understand.

(school bell ringing)

Those dorms, oh, my goodness.

Which one is it--
the one that was built in 1842?

Well, that's Whitman Hall.

That's where I lived
as a freshman.

You did? You're kidding.

No.

(cell phone ringing)

Sorry.

Oh, it's my office;
I'm going to have to take this.

I thought I'd be done by now.

I didn't expect to find
someone so engaging.

Do you want me to wait outside?

No, no, no. I'm-I'm gonna run
to the ladies' room after.

This'll just take a sec.

Hello, this is Sondra.

Hi.

ALAN:
That's your cue, kiddo.

You got about 90 seconds.

(sighs)

(typing)

(typing)

Are you sure this is the right
file you want me to delete?

Stop looking at it
and just do it.

But I don't get it.

Why do you want me to delete
a bunch of baby photos?

Oh.

(gasps softly)

Happy now?

Just do it.

(exhales)

You were involved
with this person.

And you lied to me.

You know what?

I already nailed that interview.

So I don't need to erase
any of this for you.

Fine. If you think my wife's
life, or anyone's life,

is gonna be made better
by looking at those pictures,

go ahead, just leave them.

But you've got
eight seconds to decide.

Six.

Four.

All right, Ariel,
ready to dive back in?

Absolutely.

ALAN: You did very well
in there today.

I think you're a lock.

I just wanted to,
you know, check in,

make sure you're not thinking
about doing anything rash.

You mean you want to know
if I'm gonna tell your wife

that you were involved
with another woman

and had a baby with her?

(laughs)

That's a bit presumptuous,
isn't it, Ariel?

Y-You don't know
that that's my baby.

Are you saying it isn't?

I'm saying,

the paternity of that child
has never been established.

Not to my satisfaction.

Not to your satisfaction?

Is he your child, or isn't he?

I don't know
how to answer that, Ariel.

That is a mystery
which is now, sadly,

lost to the sands of time.

You know, the woman, uh,
you saw in those pictures--

I wasn't the only person
she was dating at the time.

Uh, Abby was a student of mine.

A very, uh, uh, popular student.

Okay, but in those photos,

she obviously thought
that it was your child.

You-You know what? I'm not
getting into this with you.

Uh, have a wonderful life.

Enjoy Southfork, hmm?

Uh, and here comes
my wonderful widow Sondra.

(scoffs)

(laughs)

(sighs)

(crickets chirping)

SAL:
What's wrong, Marie?

There's no reason to be scared.

I told you I'd keep you safe.

I can't help it.

I understand.

It's a dangerous world
out there.

That's why I'm here--
to keep you safe.

To warn you about the bad guys,

and to scare them away
if they come too close.

And do you know why you're here?

To help me.

And that means you have
to listen to what I say.

You have to do
what I ask you to do.

Because I'm the one in charge
of keeping everyone safe.

You understand that...
right, Marie?

That's easy to understand,
isn't it?

You listen to me,
and everything is fine.

You don't listen to me,

and your whole family dies
in their beds.

How's that sound?

(sighs)

MARIE (whispering):
I know, I know. Calm down.

Marie?

What are you doing?

I couldn't sleep.

Who were you talking to?

No one.

Are you sure?

Come here.

Honey, if anyone
ever threatened you,

if anyone ever told you things

to scare you about our family,
you would tell me, right?

You know Mommy works
with the police.

I would get them
to put that person in jail.

(Marie exhales)

And even if it wasn't a person,

you would still tell me, right?

Because you know,

I would never let anyone
or anything hurt you.

You know that, right?

Oh, honey...

Were you talking
to that alarm?

Was the alarm talking to you?

You can tell me.

It talks when you turn it on.

Well, I-I know that,
but other than that.

Mommy, burglar alarms
don't talk.

Not really.

I'm gonna go back
to bed now, okay?

JOE: Okay, so the
burglar alarm is evil?

No... that's not
what I'm saying.

Not exactly.

Okay. What are you saying
exactly?

(sighs)
I'm saying that in my dreams,

this thing is talking
to our daughter,

and I don't like
what it's saying.

And I know how that sounds,

but I've seen it.

I come in tonight.

Marie is standing
in front of the alarm,

and it's dark,

but I'm pretty certain
that she was talking to it.

(sniffs)

Al, I'm having a hard time

following you down
the rabbit hole on this one.

I know this thing seems
pretty high-tech

because it talks,
but it's act...

it's actually fairly simple.

In terms of programming power,

it's about as sophisticated
as a toaster oven.

Smart people have
been experimenting

with artificial intelligence
for decades now,

but I doubt that anybody
has cracked the problem,

snuck it into a burglar alarm
without telling anyone.

Okay. Then why don't you explain
why I'm seeing this?

The burden of proof
is on me here?

Yeah.

Okay, fine.

If I had to guess, I would say
that you are dreaming

about what Marie is seeing
in her imagination.

Kids sometimes respond
to trauma

by creating imaginary friends.

Marie has been through a trauma,
and if she's getting comfort

by giving the burglar alarm
a personality,

by imagining
it can keep us all safe,

why is that such a big deal?

It's not comforting her.
It's threatening her.

It's telling her
that we're all gonna die.

And you know what? I don't care
if you can't explain it.

I don't like it!

I'm gonna call the company
tomorrow,

and I'm gonna have them
take it out.

Well, hold on a second, Al.

We just spent $2,200
on this thing.

-(keypad beeping) -I'm not
saying we won't have an alarm.

I just want a different model;
one that doesn't talk.

SAL:
Your security system is armed.

Who asked you?

(Marie screams, glass breaks)

(siren wailing in distance)

(siren approaching)

(siren wailing,
vehicle accelerating)

(siren wailing)

(siren approaching)

(dog barking in distance)

(siren trailing off)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(phones ringing)

(knocking on door)

Allison, what can I do for you?

Did I just see Josh Berryman
in here?

You sure did.

We released him this morning,

so I asked him to come by

so I could personally apologize

for any inconvenience
or embarrassment...

Apologize?

You didn't see the paper
this morning, did you?

There was another home invasion
last night in El Mirage.

They cleaned out the safe

and shot a retired couple
in the back of the head.

Since Mr. Berryman was in
our custody last night,

it seems unlikely
that he was involved.

That, plus the utter paucity
of any evidence against him,

well, there's really no basis
on which to hold him.

But I saw him do it.

That's all well and good.

No, no, no,
you're not hearing me.

Obviously, it wasn't him
last night.

I don't know if he committed
these other murders,

but I know
he killed my neighbor.

I saw him do it.

I can even tell you exactly
where the murder weapon is.

(school bell ringing)

(door closes)

(typing, exhales)

ALAN:
What are you doing?

-I thought we had a deal.
-(relieved sigh)

Yeah, I thought I was supposed

to help you
get rid of some porn.

Yeah, uh,
is this about the baby?

Are you still upset
about the baby?

The paternity of that child
has never been established.

All I know is that
that information

was on your computer
when you died.

So maybe your wife
was supposed to find it.

I'm not sure.

I'm just sure that I was never
supposed to remove it.

You think that's going
to make a difference?

That kid is nothing to Sondra.

My family's obligation
to that boy died when I did.

Yeah, well,
that's not up to me to decide.

And you don't know.

Maybe she'll want to help.

(Alan scoffs)

(Alan stammering)

Y-You're talking
about my wife?

That woman sues people
for a living.

She would personally kill the
last baby seal on the planet

if she thought there was
a dollar in it for her.

That-That kid is nothing
to Sondra.

She'll do nothing
for that kid.

Maybe she will,
maybe she won't.

It's not up to me.

You might as well stop talking,

because there is nothing
that you can do to stop me.

Oh, I know that.

I'm not trying to stop you.

I'm just trying to,
uh, delay you.

(door opens)

SONDRA:
Ariel.

Mrs. Hahn-Barker.

Uh, great,
I've been waiting for you.

You have?

Uh, yeah.

Sorry, my, uh,

my dad said that he'd,
uh, get me a laptop

when I go to college, so,

I, uh, just saw it lying here

and-and wanted
to check it out.

I, uh, I got home
the other day

and realized that I wanted
to send you a thank-you note,

uh, thanking you for taking
the trouble to interview me,

uh, and then I realized
that I don't have

a home or business address
to send it.

That's completely
unnecessary.

Here's my card.

Thanks.

Ariel.

You gave a great interview
the other day.

Southfork is very excited
about you.

Thank you.

Bye.

(phone rings)

Hello.

SCANLON: Hey, I just wanted
to let you know

I'm right around the corner
from your place.

I'd ask if I can stop by
for dinner, except I smell

like I've been rooting around
in a sewer all day,

which is exactly
what I've been doing.

Tell me you found the gun.

I wish I could.

We searched that grate
you pointed out to us

and then we poked our heads
down every manhole on the block.

You'd be surprised
at some of the things

your neighbors
flush down the toilet,

but there's no gun down there.

I don't understand.

It was sitting there.
I saw it sitting there.

I don't know
what to tell you, Allison.

If there was a murder weapon
down there, it's gone.

(phone beeps off)

* *

(paper rustling)

(whispering):
I did it.

SAL:
That's good, Marie.

You're a very cooperative
little girl.

(gasps)

(paper rustling)

Al, what the hell
are you doing out here?

I'm looking for something.

What?

-This.
-Whoa!

This is the gun

that Josh Berryman used
to kill Matt Mulhearn.

I think Marie
put it in here.

I think tha-that alarm
told her to.

-No, I didn't.
-Marie, I know you did.

I saw you put that gun
in the trash can.

Look, honey,
I'm not mad at you.

I just want you
to tell me what happened.

Don't look at that alarm.
You look at me.

Look, I know you're scared.

I know that thing
has been talking to you,

but it cannot hurt you.

It cannot hurt us.

I need you to tell me
what it told you to do.

You're scaring me, Mommy.

Burglar alarms do not talk.

Well, that one does,
and we both know it does.

Okay, come on, Marie,
why don't you go back,

see if you can get
a little more sleep?

Joe!

We will talk about this
later, okay?

I'm sorry, Mommy.

-She's lying!
-(door closing)

This thing is making
my daughter lie to me!

(shushing)

For God's sake,
are you listening to yourself?

I am getting rid of that thing
right now.

What are you talking about?

They're coming to replace it
the day after tomorrow.

Do you know how
to dismantle that thing?

I can cut some wires.

No. Okay, just do me
a favor-- give it to me.

If you're dead set
on doing this,

at least take advantage
of the fact

you're married
to an engineer.

And you do me a favor--
don't shock me or anything.

Very funny.

(phone rings)

ALLISON: Just don't ask me
where I found it.

(sighs)

Am I allowed to ask you
what it is?

It's the gun
that Josh Berryman used

to kill Matt Mulhearn.

Look, I know another
crime happened

while he was in custody.

I know you made nice
with the guy yesterday.

Just run whatever tests
you need to.

You'll see... I'm right.

(school bell ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

SONDRA:
Ariel.

Mrs. Hahn-Barker.

I thought you were,
uh, were heading home.

I delayed my flight
for a couple of hours.

I wanted to speak with you
about something.

Uh... sure.

(clears throat)

I found a file on my computer
yesterday,

and I think that
you put it there.

It's the only possibility
that makes any sense.

Thank you for not bothering
to deny it.

Do you know her?

The young woman in the photos?

No, I never met her.

She said the same thing
about you.

I spoke with her.

If, in fact, that young boy
is my late husband's son...

I've decided to take
some of the money

that Alan left behind
to provide for him.

I'm glad.

So if you didn't know the girl,

then you must have known Alan.

Putting that file
on my computer for me to find,

I can only assume you had
some score to settle with him.

I've learned an awful lot
about my late husband

over the last 24 hours.

I can't imagine what would
have brought you to Oregon

or to Southfork.

The summer program for
high schoolers, I'm guessing.

So which one of his lectures

on romantic literature
reeled you in?

Sense and Sensibility?

The Lady of the Lake?

That was always
one of my favorites.

The Scarlet Letter?

No, I've never been to Oregon.

I have never heard
your late husband's lecture,

and I swear that I never met him
while he was alive.

You want to know what should
have been my first clue?

Your interview.

All those carefully
polished answers.

You sounded exactly like him.

And it is a shame.

I liked you.

I actually felt good
about championing you

to the Director of Admissions.

Well... I have a plane to catch.

(quiet sob)

Stop that.

You brought this on yourself.

You didn't need
to get involved with him.

You didn't need his help.

(crying):
No.

(sighs)

You're a smart girl.

You're going to get
into some wonderful school.

Just not this one.

(sobbing)

(sniffling)

(grunts angrily)

(Ariel crying)

(crickets chirping)

Why did you guys rip the alarm
out of the wall?

You want
to field that one, dear?

(clears throat)
It wasn't working right.

O-kay.

But why isn't Marie
coming out of our room?

I think she misses the alarm.

Okay.

Go get your sisters.

I know Marie's in mourning,
but she still has to eat.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Allison.

I'm sorry I didn't get back
to you before you left.

I wanted you to know
you were right.

According to Forensics,

that gun you brought in was used
to execute Matt Mulhearn.

Sir, that's great news.

I'm not finished.

Now, we can tie the weapon
to the murder,

but not to the man you believe
pulled the trigger.

I'm afraid that the gun was
wiped clean of fingerprints

before you brought it in.

Also, the serial number
was filed away,

so there's no way to trace it.

Bottom line is,

we simply cannot connect it
to Josh Berryman in any way.

So he just gets away with it?

In the absence of further
developments, I'm afraid so.

Look, I know this hits you
quite literally close to home,

and I want you to know
how sorry I am.

I understand, sir.

Thank you.

(sighs)

So, I-I did like you told me.

I-I went to the bar in Avondale,

and I bought this from a guy who
deals drugs in the parking lot.

And, um, I went to the bank.

Um, I-I got a safe deposit box.

But, you know,
don't-don't worry,

because I-I-I won't spend it

till a couple months
after the job's done.

But, uh...

you got the money, right?

(paper rustling)

(laughs)

Wow.

(sighs)

I guess it's really
gonna happen.

I guess I'm actually...
gonna kill someone.

Hey.

Listen.

Calm down.

It's going to be fine.

(exhales)
Just be sure you...

shoot me in the back
of the head.

We need it to look like
the other break-ins.

(gasps, sighs)

So now you know.

I hired Josh to kill me.

That voice.

You sound exactly like...

The burglar alarm?

Yeah.

I'm the man behind the curtain.

I'm Sal.

I apologize for using
your daughter.

But after Josh shot me,
it became pretty clear

that you were going to lead
the police to the truth,

and I couldn't let that happen.

She was so fascinated
by that alarm.

She really wanted to believe
it could talk.

You manipulated my child?

You bullied her so she wouldn't
identify Josh in the lineup?

You put a gun
in my baby's hands!

I did.

And again, I apologize.

But what was I going to do?

Josh left his prints
all over that gun,

even though I told him never
to handle it without gloves on.

And he was supposed
to dump it in a lake,

not in a sewer grate,

where it would just sit there
until a city worker found it.

Hey... I get
that you're angry with me.

But believe it or not,

I had a really good reason
for doing what I did.

You're not even
a little bit curious?

You don't even want to know
why I hired someone

to shoot me in the head?

Not really.

Not now.

At the moment,

all I really want to do
is call the people I work with

and tell them about
a drug dealer in Avondale

who sold Josh the gun.

Oh, and this, uh, brand-new
safety deposit box

-(keypad beeps)
-that's got $20,000 in it.

I had Huntington's disease.

Do you know anything
about Huntington's?

It's genetic.

I got it from my dad.

You wake up one day,

and you don't have control
of your body anymore.

Your-Your limbs move.

They dance.

They writhe.

In the old days,

they thought people who had it
were possessed by a demon.

There's no cure.

There's barely even a treatment.

It's just a slow,
terrible death.

And your family,
they get front-row seats.

There was no way

I was putting Amy
and the kids through that.

Not after what I saw
with my dad.

So when I realized I had it,

I decided to...
bow out gracefully.

Problem was,
I couldn't kill myself.

Life insurance doesn't
pay out for a suicide,

and Amy and the kids
really need that money.

I knew Josh was in a pinch.

So he and I,

we came to a mutually
beneficial arrangement.

An arrangement?

Is that what you call it?

You abandoned your family.

You left your wife
to see you lying

in a pool of your own blood.

(breathes deeply)
I know, it wasn't pretty.

But believe me, it was a lot
better than the alternative.

I-I know that
you're angry with me.

But this crime that you're
running around trying to solve--

it's really just a case
of assisted suicide.

With, I'll grant you,
a little...

a little insurance fraud
thrown in.

But there's no murder here.

Not when you really
think about it.

You know, if you're not lying,

if you really were sick,
I'm sorry.

But I have no reason
to trust you.

And, you know, it's really
the courts who decide

whether or not your death
was a murder.

-(keypad beeps)
-Your call.

But if you keep dialing,

you lose the chance
to cooperate with me.

Cooperate with you on what?

On what?

Did you forget?

Allison, there's
a real murderer out there.

He's already robbed
and killed five people.

And I'm pretty sure he has
no intention of stopping.

One of the only nice things
about being dead--

gives you a hell
of a vantage point

from which
to watch the living.

I know an awful lot
about this guy.

I could tell you his name,

where he lives,

where he works.

I know where he hides the stuff
he stole from his victims.

I could even tell you the name
of the nice, young couple

he's planning on hitting next.

If I agree to ignore
what you and Josh did.

(sighs)

What's his name?

-What?
-(chuckles)

Nothing. I...

I was just thinking about what
an interesting person you are.

It's kind of a shame

we didn't get a chance
to know each other,

living so close and all.

Matt...

name.

You should go get
a piece of paper.

You're going to want
to get all this down.