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ALLISON: There are certain
moments in our lives

that are pregnant
with possibility:

the end of high school...

the day we marry...

the day we die.

These are the times
we seem to be standing

at destiny's crossroads,

waiting for fate to deliver
the next bend in the road,

waiting for a message
from above.

BRIDGETTE:
Mail's here!

ARIEL:
Anything for me?

Uh, something from "Dart Mouth,"
and it's thin.

ARIEL:
Ah! (grunting)

-You're very welcome!
-JOE: Whoa!

What you got there, kiddo?

Uh, something for you and Mom
with fancy writing on it.

And for Mom,
something from your doctor.

-Which doctor?
-Witch doctor?

-Who said anything
about a witch doctor? -Yeah.

You keep that up, I'm going
to take you to a witch doctor.

Really? Which witch doctor?

Hey, hey, looks like
we've just been invited

to the wedding
of a Ms. Lynn DiNovi

and a Mr. Lee Scanlon.

Good news? Bad news? No news?

Uh, just new insurance,
new rules.

I'm never good at this stuff.

-(screaming)
-Ariel?

You all right?

I got in! I got in!

I got in. I got financial aid.

I got in!

You got in where?

Dartmouth. Dartmouth!

Dartmouth! Dartmouth!
Dartmouth!

I got in,
my first choice, Dartmouth.

Oh, my God, Dartmouth.

Oh, my God,
I'm so proud of you.

ALLISON:
I just don't understand

why she has to go to college
in New Hampshire.

Because that's
where Dartmouth is.

Because that's where
she wants to go.

Because it's time for us
to let her live her life.

Hey, I got no problem
with her living her life.

Just, why can't she do it here?

You know, I grew up here.

I went to college here.

I'm perfectly happy.

This letter's from your doctor.

It's not about insurance.

Where did you get that?

From my pocket?

According to this,
he needs to see you.

He's concerned
about that piece of tumor

he had to leave in your skull

'cause it was attached
to your spine.

Yeah, he's so concerned
that he wrote me a letter.

I mean, he didn't call me,
he didn't e-mail me.

I mean, he wrote me a letter.

And you know what?

It's not that urgent.

If you read the whole thing,
you'll see.

What he really wants
is for me to come in

so they can try some new drug
on me.

It's a solicitation
for test subjects.

And I'm not sure how I feel
about being a test subject.

Allison, we're talking
about a drug that--

I'm reading now--

"virtually eliminates
the possibility

"of seizure or death
sometimes associated

with vestigial
cerebral growths."

I think you'd at least want
to talk to somebody about that.

Hey, I do want to talk

to somebody about that,
but I'm not having seizures.

I think I would know if I
were staring at imminent death.

L-Listen, I promise you,

on Monday,
I will call the doctor.

I'll find out what's happening.

Thank you.

I-I'm just saying that I think
if we both take a position

about Ariel going to school
closer to home,

I think she might do it.

Hey, look, I heard you, Allison.

Problem for me is that
that's not my position.

Are you forgetting?

I grew up in Michigan,

and I moved to Phoenix
to study engineering,

thousands of miles
away from home.

And thank God I did.

Otherwise, how else
would I have met you?

Now, if she wants to move to
New Hampshire to go to school,

I think we should
encourage her to go.

Am I going to miss her?
Absolutely.

But I couldn't be
more excited for her.

Now, come on.

Tell me you're going to get
on board with this.

What? Stop looking at me
like I'm some kind of ghoul.

I love my daughter.

Am I excited for her?

Hey, you know what?
I'm more than excited for her.

Am I ready for her
to move across country? No.

Am I ready to not see her
for days or weeks

or months at a time?

No. I would rather die!

-It's not about you!
-Hey, you know what?

She was accepted
to three other schools,

all of them a lot closer.

And that's where I want her--
a lot closer-- and if...

You know what? If that makes me
an awful person,

I can live with that.

Come on, Allison.

You come on.

(sighs)

(alarm beeping)

Oh.

(turns alarm off)

Whoa.

(groans)

This is nice.

I don't remember
you waking up once.

I don't think
you had a dream all night.

When was the last time
that happened?

(sighs)

Um...

Al, you awake?

Honey, the alarm went off.

Al?

Al?

Al.

Al? Al.

Al!

Al!

* I'm trampin' *

* Trampin' *

* Tryin' to make Heaven
my home *

* Trampin' *

* Trampin' *

* Tryin' to make Heaven
my home *

* I'm trampin' *

* Trampin' *

* Tryin' to make Heaven
my home *

* Trampin', trampin' *

* Tryin' to make Heaven
my home *

* I'm trampin' *

* Trampin' *

* Tryin' to make Heaven
my home *

* Hallelujah *

* I'm trampin' *

* Trampin' *

* Tryin' to make Heaven
my home. *

Excuse me.

Ice, ice, ice.

(sighs)

I filled the trays with water
again 20 minutes ago.

And you'd think,
out of respect for Mommy,

these people would drink
their damn liquor

at room temperature.

Hey.

Come here.

(crying)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(sniffles)

Um... Daddy.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Yeah. What is it, honey?

Nothing.

WOMAN:
You doing all right?

It's a lot to get used to.

My name's Mary-Louise.

I heard about
what happened to you, and...

I, um... I live in Phoenix.

Lived in Phoenix.

I read about you.

I know who you are.

I just... thought I'd look in.

See if you were making
the adjustment okay.

So, you're...?

Dead? Mm.

Four days.

I think I'm supposed
to have moved on by now.

Don't think they like you
hanging around.

I don't know.

I just, um...
think I'm a little scared.

The whole final destination
thing makes me a little uneasy.

I wasn't a bad person,
but I was no angel, either.

Besides, once you
get over the shock--

this, being dead,
hanging around--

it's not the worst thing
in the world.

Besides, I kind of want
to make sure

the police catch the bastard
who did this to me.

Are you saying
you were murdered?

Ugh.

Can I show you something,
please?

MARY-LOUISE:
Can you see him?

His name's Clarence--
Clarence Denton.

Apparently, he's been in
and out of prison.

Rape, assault. Lovely man.

I guess he'd been watching me
for a while.

I was on my computer
in the den.

Heard this noise
in the kitchen.

I went in to see what it was,

and he came up behind me
and strangled me with a belt.

I still have no idea
how he got in my house.

Then he put his hands
all over me,

did all kinds of things to me.

Now watch this.

Supper time.

ALLISON:
Oh, my God.

MARY-LOUISE:
Her name is Shannon Mitchell.

I think he grabbed her
in Tempe two nights ago.

You get the idea.

So now you know.

Ever since I died,
that's what I've been doing.

Watching him.

Trying to figure out
what to do about it all.

And then I heard about you.

I... I know it's crazy.

You're as dead as I am.

But I guess I was just
kind of hoping.

(sighs)

Any-hoo...

I feel better now that
I've told somebody. (laughs)

I'm going to leave you
to your family.

Let you get your bearings.

(sniffles)

Mary-Louise.

You're the first new friend
I've made in the hereafter.

(birds chirping outside)

ALLISON:
Ariel?

Ariel?

(softly):
Hi, Mom.

Hi...

my darling.

You look nice.

Maybe I can just do this
forever:

lay here...

dream about you.

Okay.

We can do that.

No.

At some point,
I am going to need to wake up.

Ariel...

you are awake.

Ariel...

you are awake.

I am here.

No.

Honey, you remember last night?

You saw me
outside the kitchen window?

(whispers):
I saw you, too.

Daddy doesn't see me.

Your sisters can't see me.

But you can.

But-but-but...

I don't know.

I mean, is this how
it's supposed to be?

But aren't you supposed
to go some other place?

Some other wonderful place?

(voice breaking):
Look, it's not...

it's not that
I don't want you here,

because I do, forever...

but how am I supposed
to explain this to Dad?

Honey, tell Daddy...
tell him I am fine.

Tell him I feel good,

that I am in no pain, okay?

You tell him he's my everything,

he's the great love of my life,

and that I'm watching over him.

I think that'll make him happy.

And your sisters, sweetie,
please,

tell your sisters
that I love them,

that I am so proud of them,

and that I am with them
in their lives still.

And that goes for you, too,
Ariel, my big girl.

My beautiful girl.

I am with you
for as long as you need me.

Oh, honey, I need you
to do something for me.

I met this woman.

She gave me some information
about the man who murdered her.

About the man who murdered her?

That's right.

He's got a girl
that he's holding hostage.

Okay.

You need to get a pen and paper.

I'm going to give you
some names.

You need to get them
to the district attorney.

-Um...
-Ariel, baby,

pen, paper.

Uh, backpack.

Uh, kitchen.

Um...

Hey.
How we doing this morning?

We're doing.

Hey, honey, you seem
a little manic.

-I know this is hard.
-Pen...

I know this is, like,
the worst thing ever.

Hey, come on.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

I want to tell you something.

Hey, no, wait, wait, wait.

Your mom is actually here...
right now.

She's watching all of us.

She's watching you.

She's proud of you.

Don't ask me how, but I know.

What?

You look like you want
to say something.

Where does Momkeep the pens?

Right in the drawer.

Thanks!

(door closes)

BRIDGETTE:
So, we're all dying to hear.

What's the temperature like
in New Hampshire?

31 degrees.

And it's homecoming weekend.

What's that?

It's nothing.

It doesn't matter.

Um, I'm not going to Dartmouth.

I'm going to Mesa.

And Mesa doesn't have
homecoming,

so just forget about it.

Hey, Bridge, Marie,
go to your room.

Get your stuff together.

We're leaving in five minutes.

Hey, Bridge, did you have Daddy
sign that permission slip?

How do you know about that?

What difference does it make
how I know about it?

If you don't hand
that slip in today,

you're not going on that trip.

That's not fair.

Just get the slip, Bridge.

So how's your mom?

She's fine.

She misses you.

She here?

Now?

No.

When I woke up this morning,

she gave me a whole list
of crimes and criminals

to tell the DA about.

She made me promise
to get on Bridge

about that permission slip,
and I'm...

supposed to tell you that
Marie's still having bad dreams,

and that maybe she should sleep
in your bed tonight.

(sighs)

You know, I would have figured
that out eventually--

about Marie-- and Bridge,
I know it's mean,

but maybe she should have
missed the field trip.

And maybe, next time, she'd know
to get the slip signed.

I'm just saying,

-if you went to Dartmouth...
-You know what?

You're right, Dad.
And what about that man

that Mom told me about
who's going to stuff

a nine-year-old boy
into the trunk of his car,

the day after tomorrow?

Am I not supposed
to tell the DA about that, too?

Am I maybe just supposed
to let that happen?

I don't know, Ariel.

I'm just worried about you.

I know that
from where your Mom is,

she sees all kinds of things,

that she knows
all kinds of things.

And maybe...
maybe she does know what's best.

But still,
I'm worried about you.

BRIDGETTE:
Dad, are we going or not?!

DEVALOS:
Her name's Amanda Tillman.

A maid at the Robin's Nest Motel
found her this morning.

I'm sorry.

My mom came to visit me
this morning,

but she didn't say anything
about this.

Oh, well, your mom and you
have spoiled me.

I guess
I can't expect every case

to be handed to me
on a silver platter.

Ariel...

you know that day
that you came in here

and you told me
about Clarence Denton?

The man
who was holding the girl--

the one who killed the woman
my mother met

shortly after she died?

The man, as it turned out,
who killed all those women, yes.

Ever since that day,
I've felt a little guilty.

Having your mom work here
all those years

was an incredible gift.

And having her continue to
help us even after her passing,

it... seems almost too good
to be true.

And sometimes I worry that it's
all happening at your expense.

I wouldn't be here
if I didn't want to be.

So, lunch.

Ah, time for this diabetic

to give himself a shot
of insulin.

All right, then.

Do you mind if I use
my mom's old desk

to get some schoolwork done?

Not at all. Be my guest.

Thanks.

(crash)

WOMAN:
Devalos?

(woman shouts)

Hurry! Hurry!

Call 911!

ALLISON:
It's quite a turnout.

Allison, I was hoping
you'd be stopping by.

Insulin overdose.

(sighs)
Never saw that coming.

Hmm.

DEVALOS:
I've been with her every second

these past few days,
watching her cry,

not being able to hold her,
not being able to tell her

that everything's
going to be okay.

How did you deal with that?

For me, it's a little different.

I can talk to Ariel, which means
I can talk to Joe, kind of.

Well, you know, that's why
she's working at your office.

You should know, though,

that my successor's
already been appointed.

Her name is Kelly Shuler.

DEVALOS:
But to be honest with you,

I have no idea if she'll be open
to working with you and Ariel.

Don't you worry about that.

Let me worry about that.

Listen... I know that you
can't talk to Lily.

So if there's any last words,

anything at all you
want to say, please,

Ariel and I are happy to help.

(sighs)

No.

DEVALOS:
Thank you.

She knows how I feel.

When I was alive,

I made it a point of telling her
every single day.

Now she just needs
to get on with her life.

I owe her that.

(knocking)

Hey, I'm turning in.

You all right?

Just studying for a midterm.

Um, all right.

Don't stay up too late.

(blows kiss)

(door closes)

Good night, Daddy.

ALLISON:
He's getting so thin.

He's not eating enough.

Don't worry.

I'll get him to eat more.

Maybe I'll, uh...

I'll make some pasta
this weekend.

ALLISON: Honey, have you heard
about this new DA?

Of course.

Well, have you given any thought

about how you're going
to approach her;

what you're going to say?

You know, she might not
be as open to working with us

as Devalos was.

Actually, I wasn't
going to approach her.

I thought maybe now is as good
a time as any to, you know,

pay more attention to school.

Maybe transfer to Dartmouth.

What?

Have you looked at that lately?

Mom...

Come on, open it.

Every page in that book

is a person
whose life we've saved

or a criminal
that we put in jail.

I mean, that man there,
Clarence Denton-- without us,

he would have gotten away with
murdering Mary-Louise Graff.

And that young girl
he kidnapped--

she would be dead right now

instead of at home
with her family.

Okay.

I'll talk to her tomorrow.

But right now, I need to study,
and then I need to sleep.

MARY-LOUISE:
Someone here?

Hello?

Warren, is that you?

You home, darling?

MAN:
No, don't.

-(gasps)
-It's better in the dark.

(gagging)

Warren's not here.

No one's here.

It's just you... and me.

(sighs)
Yeah.

Yeah, there.

I have a feeling
you're going to like this.

(gags loudly)

(coughing, sniffs)

(panting)

Oh, Mom.

He's not the one
who murdered her.

SHULER: I don't understand
why you're showing me this.

The murder of Mary-Louise Graff
is a closed case.

In... In fact, you closed it,
didn't you?

Uh, Clarence Denton confessed
to everything, didn't he?

He did.

Hmm.

But he was guilty
of a lot of other crimes.

I mean, remember that girl
that he kidnapped and tortured?

You could get the death penalty
for that alone.

So when they said that they'd
take execution off the table

if he confessed to the murder
of Mary-Louise Graff,

he jumped at it.

I mean, he would have said
he shot President Kennedy

if he knew that he could
avoid the needle.

Look at this.

This woman was found hanging
by a noose in a hotel room.

Makes two women in one week.

This is a case that needs
my attention.

This is a case
that needs closing.

That's all, Ariel.

You're making a huge mistake.

I just want to help you.

You're young.

You're beautiful.

You're smart.

Why aren't you out
having the time of your life?

Why on earth would you want

to spend your days
working in this office?

(sighs)

You know what?

I am going to help you.

I am going to do you
the biggest favor of your life.

I'm giving you notice.

30 days from today,
you're fired.

This is the last month
that you will work

in the district
attorney's office.

And you know what, Ariel?

One of these days,
you will thank me.

So go.

(remote chirps)

ALLISON:
Where are you going?

To school, Mom.

(voice breaking):
To school.

Because that's where I belong.

That's where I'm supposed to be.

So that I can grow up.
So that I can be an adult.

So that one day,
I can tell someone like me

how little they know

and what they should be doing
with their life.

What about Mary-Louise Graff?

What about her?! She's dead.

I mean, isn't she the one
who got us into this?

Wasn't she the one who was sure
that Clarence Denton killed her?

-Yes, but... -Yes, but that's
not what I saw in my dream.

Okay, the fact is, she told me
her killer came up behind her.

I guess she didn't get
a good look at him.

I can't explain why
she thought Denton did it.

I am sorry.

But the fact remains,
her killer is still out there.

And you know what he looks like.

You even have a picture of him.

Mom, the woman fired me.

Yes, but you still have a month.

Honey, come on,
a month is plenty of time

to show her how useful
you can be.

That's plenty of time
to change her mind.

We just have to put
a name to that face.

We just have to find out
who killed Mary-Louise.

Mom, I have a test.

Oh, honey, I know.

I just need you to make
one little stop

on your way to school.

WARREN:
This doesn't make any sense.

They caught the man
who murdered my wife.

He's been in jail
for some time now.

I was actually hoping
that you'd be willing

to look at a composite sketch
of a new suspect.

This is a joke.

You're playing some sort
of sick joke on me.

I promise you, Mr. Graff,
this isn't...

YOUNG MAN: Hey, I'm going out
for a bit, Dad.

So don't wait on me
for dinner, okay? Ooh...

I didn't know you had company.

How's it going? I'm Ryan.

Yeah, there.

I have a feeling
you're going to like this.

(remote chirps)

ARIEL:
His name is Ryan Graff.

He's Mary-Louise Graff's
stepson.

He's the one who murdered her.

I see.

And you know this
because he confessed it?

Or, no, no, wait.

Um, you saw it.

Or... or, no, you...
you dreamt it.

Well, that means
it must be true.

And I know that you know this,

but I-I can't admit a dream
as evidence in court.

I can't put it on the stand.

I can't submit it
to cross-examination.

And since there's virtually
no forensic evidence left

at the scene
of Mary-Louise's murder,

your theory about her stepson
is really a waste of my time.

You know what? Forget
what I said this morning.

Today was your last day.

I will have someone
pack up your things

and get them
to your house tomorrow.

Now, you have a nice evening.

MARY-LOUISE (gagging):
North!

North.

North!

(gasping)

Oh, God!

Ryan, you cannot
keep ignoring our safe word.

That's why it's there--
to keep me safe.

I say the word,
you're supposed to stop.

I don't want to stop.

It only gets really good
towards the end.

It only gets really good

when it seems like you're
about to slip away.

Don't say that.

You're scaring me.

Good.

Good. I want to scare you.

It should be scary.

It's the only way
that it will work.

That's the point.

Really? That's the point?

God, I thought it
was scary enough.

You're my husband's son.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That... That doesn't work
for me anymore.

You wait.

Someday...

I'm going to sneak up
behind you

in the dark...

and there won't be...
(grunts) a safe word.

Oh.

No, there won't be
any safety at all.

Mary-Louise was having
an affair with her stepson.

(sighs)

You saw it, too.

Listen, honey, I need you
to do something for me.

I need you to call
Detective Scanlon

and tell him what you know.

Why?

What do I know?

I think this whole preoccupation

with sex and asphyxiation
is important.

I mean, think about it--
all the girls who were murdered,

weren't they found hanging
from belts?

I think there might
be a connection.

I'm done, Mom.

What?

I'm not calling anybody.

I'm not doing anything.

What I just dreamt
doesn't make any difference.

And I already told the new D.A.
who I think it is that did this,

and she doesn't care.

Well, we'll make her care.

Call Detective Scanlon.

You call Detective Scanlon.

You investigate this.

(chuckles)
I can't do that.

I am dead.

Well, then, act like it.

Leave me alone.

Crawl back into your grave,

and I will come visit you
on Mother's Day and Christmas.

Ariel!

I mean it, Mom.

I am done.

I am packing my bags
tomorrow morning,

and I am going to find a college
that I want to go to.

And then I'll get a job

so I can work my way
through school.

What are you talking about?

What college?
Are you talking about Dartmouth?

I don't know, Mom,

but I'm certainly
not telling you.

Okay, I am tired of running away
from my future.

It's about time
that I start running towards it,

no matter
how far from here it is!

Don't drink that!

This is insane!

No matter where you go,
I will follow you.

Well, then, I'll move again.

What about your father,
your sisters?

They're going to wake up, and
you're just going to be gone?

You can blame yourself for that.

Stop that, Ariel!

You are too young to drink!

What are you doing?!

Isn't this why
you started drinking?

So that you'd get rid
of the ghosts?

Because there is one ghost
that I am tired of listening to.

Ariel, what are you saying?!

You are breaking my heart!

Oh, my goodness.

(sobs)

It's really working.

I can't see you anymore.

(Allison sobs)

I can barely hear you.

(sobbing)

Oh, wow...

(puts glass down)

No, Ariel!

Ariel, listen to me!

You can't leave me!

You can't leave this house!

(sobbing)

Bye, Mommy.

(sobbing continues)

I got to go now.

ARIEL: Dear Dad,
I know you'll understand,

although I imagine you'll
find it hard to forgive me.

I just need to escape
and find a path to my own life.

Please tell Bridgette and Marie
that I love them,

that they're always
in my heart.

You too, Dad.

All my love. Ariel.

(sobbing):
I'm so, so sorry, Joe!

This is so hard letting her go.

I-I didn't mean it
to end this way.

Dad, do you think
she's ever coming back?

I don't know, girls.

(sobbing)

I-I-I-I just don't know.

ALLISON: Yes, yes, of course
she's coming back!

I'm going to find her.

I'm going to bring her back.

I'm going to undo this.

I swear. I will!
I will find her!

You'll see!

I will find her!

* Trampin' *

* Tryin' to make Heaven
my home. *

(phones ringing,
indistinct chatter)

MARY-LOUISE:
Who are you looking for?

Oh!

Your detective friend?

Mary-Louise, I thought
you moved on a while ago.

Nope. Just been
keeping out of the way,

enjoying the show.

Wow, that new DA--

she's changed everything.

Reorganized
the police department,

moved your buddy back
to traffic detail.

Guess he won't be able
to help you find your daughter,

which is just as well.

She really doesn't want
to be found.

You know about all that?

Of course.

I had to keep my eye
on the two of you.

You really were the only ones
who could upset my plan.

What plan?

ALLISON:
So, wait a second.

So you weren't mistaken
when you told me

that Clarence Denton
killed you?

You knew
it was your stepson all along?

Of course I knew all along.

No girls found
in the last 24 hours

hanging by a leather belt
from a showerhead, by the way.

(sighs heavily)

I do believe the worst is over.

Why would you do that?

Why would you lie to me?

Why would you help your stepson
get away with killing you?

I loved him, Allison.

Still do.

From the moment
he slipped that belt

around my neck,
I knew who it was.

The second I died,
I started looking for someone

to frame for my murder.

I saw Denton kidnap
and kill that girl,

and I knew I had my answer.

Once I pointed you
in his direction,

it was only a matter of time
till they caught him.

Naturally,
the DA offered him a deal

for confessing to my murder.

And, of course, he confessed.

He had nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

Mary-Louise...

that makes no sense.

Ryan killed you.

Now he's killing other women.

No, they are not the same thing.

My death was
an unfortunate accident.

My death was the very definition
of an act of passion.

Those other deaths...

these other deaths...
it's not as if anyone

is actually going
to miss the victims.

A few pieces of bar trash
losing their lives

is hardly the end of the world.

What is important
is that the killing stop.

And it has. He's done.

I know this.

You have my word on it.

Your word?

What choice did I have?

You made a fool out of me!

I bullied my daughter
into helping solve your murder,

when you knew who the killer was
all the time.

And now she's gone!

Well, that's not my fault.

But I'd be happy
to help you find her.

Not if hell froze over!

The world
is a very big place, Allison.

And while it's true
we can see everything,

we can't see it all at once.

You know two spirits
are better than one.

Although, actually,
it doesn't really matter.

Your daughter's gone.

You're never going
to see her again.

Not now, not ever.

(door slams)

(sobbing)

(gasps)

(sighs)

(groggily):
Hey...

Did you feel that?

Of course I felt that.

Why wouldn't I feel that?

Can you hear me?

Why do you do this?

(laughs)

Why do you torture me?

Mm...

Okay.

Now, what was that for?

Because you make me feel alive!

You know, it's just part
of the service.

(moans softly)

Mom...?

Hi.

What are you doing
on the floor?

Just getting ready.

For what?

For when you go.

To Dartmouth?

But I haven't even left yet.

That's okay.

You know, I'm probably
going to call you every day.

You better.
(chuckles)

And text.

Texting is good.

And e-mail.

Yeah.

Me, too.

And pictures.

I'll send you lots of pictures.

And you know I'm going to want
to come and visit.

Sleep in your dorm room
in a sleeping bag

right next to your bed.

So, you want me
to get you a sleeping bag?

(laughs)

That's okay.

I'm just practicing.

Yeah.

I love you, Mom.

(bell dings)

DEVALOS:
Ah...

10:15.

Just in time for lunch.

Sorry. I had an important
doctor's appointment.

God, it's good to see you.

It's okay.

You can come in anytime
you like.

(laughs)

Listen, I can't do this here.

People can't hear you talk,
but they can hear me.

Oh, my God.

You actually can see me.

Follow me.

MARY-LOUISE:
That's pretty amazing.

I mean, I heard that you
can see people like me,

but still, it's...
it's hard to believe.

(sighs)

My name is Mary-Louise Graff,
and I need your help.

A few days ago, I was murdered

by a man named
Clarence Denton...

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Mary-Louise, do you want me
to call the police?

About my murder, and the fact
that he's kidnapped...

Kidnapped a young girl
named Shannon Mitchell,

and he's keeping her
in his trailer?

Yeah, yeah, I know about that.

Oh, and I know
about your stepson.

I made a little call
on my way to work.

In fact, you know,

the police should probably be
picking him up right about now.

So, see?

You don't have any unfinished
business to worry about.

You should feel free
to go wherever it is

you're meant to go.

Oh, Mary-Louise, I do hope
you packed for the heat.

EMCEE:
Ladies and gentlemen,

performing their very first
dance as a married couple...

(chuckling)

...please welcome
Mr. and Mrs. Lee Scanlon!

(applause, cheering
and whistling)

* At last *

* My love has come along... *

They look so happy!

* My lonely days... *

Come on. You can't leave us
out here to dance on our own.

You look beautiful!

You look beautiful.

And look at you.

I hear Dartmouth.

Yeah.

SCANLON:
Pretty far away.

How do you feel
about that, Mama?

It's her future.

You can't run away
from your future.

You have to run to it,
no matter how far it is.

Yeah.

To the future!

ALL:
To the future!

* The night I looked at you. *