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ALLISON: A few years back,
a reporter figured out

what I do at the DA's office.

There was a big scandal.

I lost my job for a while.

My boss lost his job
for a while.

Finally, I got my job back,

but now my name was out there,

and that's when I started
to get letters.

Letters
from all over the country,

all over the world,

from people who wanted my help.

More letters
than I could possibly read.

More letters
than I could possibly answer.

Hey.

I'm only one person.

Hey. I can't breathe!

(coughing)

Oh. Hey, you okay?

Need some water
or something?

I don't know.
(clears throat)
No, I'm okay.

I just had a dream.
I just had a ridiculous dream.

It was about the mail.

Any particular male?

No, dear.

You're the only male
I ever dream about.

Good answer. Feel free
to keep dreaming.

(moans)

Okay, spell "quiet."

"Q-U...

...E"?
(imitates buzzer)

Stop that!
What comes after the "U"?

"I."

"I" before "E,"
except after "C."

You got to remember that.

It's, like, the golden
rule of spelling.

Has anybody seen
the travel iron?

I-I know I'm going
to get to Denver

and need to iron something.

I don't get it.

You applied
to law school in Phoenix,

but you have to go all the way
to Denver for the interview?

The guy I'm interviewing with
went to law school here,

but he works there.

Devalos knows him.

I'm just lucky
that he could set it up.

Joe, have you seen
the travel iron?

Um, actually, I think that
I may have brought it with me

when I flew to Houston
for that conference.

You look on the top shelf
of the closet?

No, I haven't looked
on the top shelf.

That must be your other wife.

This wife has never even seen
the top shelf.

Hey.

I know you're busy,

solving the world's
energy problems,

but can I just
borrow your tallness,

so I can finish packing?

Okay, fine, fine.

(sighs)

Okay.

"Banana."

What about it?

Spell it.

"B..."

Come on.
You're on a roll here.

"...U..."?

If anyone asks,
you're an only child.

ALLISON:
Hey, you gonna miss me?

No.

Of course
I'm going to miss you.

It's one night,
and truthfully,

I'm looking forward
to burying myself in work.

Really?

Really. We're bidding on a
Department of Defense contract

in the next few days, and I have
to come up with an algorithm

that will show that we can
synthesize corn fuels

more efficiently
than anyone else.

That's easier to do
when I'm not around?

Bury myself in work,
bury myself in you.

Tough choice.

You going to miss me?

What's your name again?

BRIDGETTE:
Mom? Dad?

Someone taking us to school?

That's me. Dad.

The one with
the second billing.

Hmm. Dad. Nice
to meet you.

It's nice
to meet you.

Hey.

(bell dings)

Miss Dubois?

Excuse me, Miss Dubois?

I'm sorry.
Do I know you?

No, we've never really met.

Although
I've written you many times.

Jeremy Haas.

You don't know who I am.

I've been writing you letters,

once, twice a week for
almost two years now.

Well, you have
to understand, Mr., uh...?

Haas, but you can
call me Jeremy if you want.

Jeremy, I don't really see a lot
of the mail that I get here,

especially if it's sent here.

I mean, security...

How-how can I help you?

It's my wife.

She's missing, two years now.

She was eight months pregnant
when she disappeared.

That's horrible. That really
sounds like a police matter.

You would think.

The thing is, they don't believe
she disappeared.

They think she ran away.

She kind of left a note.

I know how it sounds,

but Elena,
she wouldn't
just leave me.

I can't really explain the note,

but she wouldn't
just walk out on me.

Just, please say
you'll help me.

Say you'll do something.

You're Allison Dubois.

Have a dream.

How hard is that?

I'll tell you what.
I will pull her police file,

and I'll take a look at it,
and who knows?

Maybe I'll see something.

That-that's really
the best that I can do.

That would be great.
That's my phone number.

Jeremy Haas.

Jeremy Haas.

(phone ringing nearby)

So, you ready for the
big interview tomorrow?

When you flying out?

Tonight. I promise not
to embarrass you.

(chuckles)
You'll do fine.

John is one of the few
genuinely nice guys

practicing corporate law.

Plus, he's already inclined
to like you.

I made sure of that.

Hmm.

Listen, as long as you're
not flying out until tonight,

maybe you could
join me for a drive.

Sure. Where are we going?

The Holman Supermax Prison.

Need to talk to an inmate there.

Robert Edward Lowell raped
and murdered seven women

that we know of.

Serving seven consecutive
life sentences.

Okay.

Yesterday,
a construction crew broke ground

on a new housing development
out near Chandler.

They unearthed
the bones of a dead woman.

Who's this?

We don't know yet.

But Lowell buried
most of his victims

within a mile or two of
where we found that body.

If, indeed, she is
one of his victims,

we're hoping that Lowell
can tell us who she is.

You found a dead girl
in a field,

and you want to know
if she's one of mine?

Hard to say,
unless I get a look at her.

A lot of fields out there.

Maybe a lot of dead girls, too.

(clears throat)

Who is she?

And why would I tell you that?

You said a lot of nasty things
about me in that courtroom.

The way I see it,
you and me are enemies.

I'm not your enemy.

If I hadn't put you away,
someone else would have.

Now tell me what you know.

And if what you have
to say checks out,

the warden has agreed to expand
some of your privileges.

Oh, yeah?

How's that?

He'll add another channel
to your television

or give you another 90 minutes
of exercise a week, either one.

Your choice.

Yeah, sure.
I remember that necklace.

I think she said
her name was Kristy.

Picked her up
while she was out exercising,

just like the others.

She had blonde hair.

Everywhere.

Blue eyes.

Deep blue.

Kind of eyes you could drown
in if you weren't careful.

I remember those
eyes real well.

I was staring right into them

when I choked
the life out of her.

That's it.

Took her out to that field
and buried her.

You said her name was Kristy.
What was her last name?

I said "I think her name
was Kristy," boss.

And I have no idea
what her last name was.

I didn't drag her
into my van so we could talk.

(jail door buzzes)

(door creaking)

Well, he's lying.

He's lying
about all of it.

What did you see? Did
you see the killing?

Did you see who did
it? Was it Lowell?

I just saw the girl,
a completely different girl.

(sighs)

Well, that doesn't surprise
me; he's a sociopath.

He loves the idea of sending
us on a wild goose chase,

but we'll make a sketch
of the girl you saw,

see what turns up.

At least we're not coming away
completely empty-handed.

Yeah.
(cell phone ringing)

I'll meet you
at the car. It's Joe.

Hey, honey.

Hey. Where have you been?

I've been trying
to reach you for an hour.

I'm sorry.
I was inside a prison.

They made me
turn my cell phone off.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Uh, no.

I got a call
from Marie's school.

Apparently, she-she broke down

in the middle
of her spelling test.

What do you mean, "broke down"?

I don't know.
The principal said

she started crying.

No one could console her.

So he wants to sit down with us,

and her teacher's going
to be there, too.

This sounds ominous.
What do you think they want?

I don't know.

They want to do it
right after school.

Honey, I'm in Florence.
I'm, like, 90 minutes away.

Can they just put it off
a little bit?

I don't know.
It didn't sound like it.

Look, if you can't make it,
you can't make it.

But one of us has to be there.

Yeah. Okay, I'm leaving now.

(phone beeps off)

She just kept saying

that the words didn't
make sense to her.

What-What does that mean,

that she-she didn't know
how to spell them?

The truth is, Mr. Dubois,

I think Marie's been
exhibiting some kind

of learning disability
for a while now.

No.

Marie doesn't have
a learning disability.

Her grades are fine.
They've always been fine.

Actually, they've
fallen off lately.

Look, I can assure you,

we don't take this kind of thing
lightly, Mr. Dubois.

I checked in with your
daughter's other teachers.

They've noticed it, too.

It's not uncommon
for children

who suffer from a certain
cluster of symptoms

to learn to disguise
their difficulties.

It's deeply upsetting to them,
as I'm sure you understand.

I really recommend that you
take Marie to see a specialist.

I can refer you
to a woman who's quite good.

A learning disability?

That's what they said.

That's what they
think. No one's sure.

But that's crazy.
She does well in school.

She loves her classes.

That's what I told them.

Do you think they're right?

I don't know.
I hope not.

I mean, I guess that's
what the specialist is for.

Maybe I shouldn't
go on this trip.

You're meeting
with this woman tomorrow.

I should be there.

I-I get why you
feel that way,

but truthfully, Marie is
taking the test, not you.

And whatever this woman says,
I-I'll call you right after.

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

Allison? It's Jeremy Haas.

Remember, from this morning?

How did you get this number?

Someone from your office.

I don't believe that.

I don't believe anyone
at the office would do that.

Okay. Well, I lied a little bit.

I told them we were related.

That there was a family tragedy.

Are you serious?

Don't be mad. I just...

I needed to know if you looked
at the file on Elena.

No. I haven't had a chance yet.

You know what?
I'm going somewhere right now.

I was going to bring it
with me on the plane.

On the plane?

That's the best
that I can do.

You know what? I got to go now.
I have a plane to catch.

No, wait.

No, you wait.
And you know what?

Don't use this number again.

If I have anything to tell you,
I'll call you.

(plane engine roaring)

(car door slamming shut)

Hi, Mrs. Dubois.

Jeremy?

What's going on?
D-Did you follow me here?

Oh, my God!

Get in the car.

That's her.

That's Elena.

This was her place.

Her folks left it to her.

It was her favorite spot
in all the world.

If you're going to have a dream
about her,

this is the place to do it.

Jeremy, you don't understand.

It's not gonna work.

I can't just will myself
to dream about someone.

I don't know.

I've read about you.

I know that
the people you work for,

they sometimes
give you things,

things that belonged

to a victim or a criminal.

And sometimes they help you
with the-the dreaming thing.

Look in there.

That's her stuff.

This is her favorite nightgown.

This is a bracelet
I gave her

on our fifth
wedding anniversary.

This is her photo album.

I'm not a trained monkey.

The dreams aren't a trick
I can just make happen!

I'm sorry.

I don't want to...
to upset you. I...

I want to make you comfortable.

Are you thirsty?

I'm thirsty.

Honest, Ms. Dubois,

I just want this
to be over with.

I mean, nothing
would make me happier

than for you
to tell me what I need to know,

so I could drive you back
to the airport,

and you can get on a plane,

and you could head to wherever
it is you're going.

(cell phone ringing)

(gasps)

It's someone calling
from your house.

Tell them
everything's fine.

(phone beeps on)

Hello?

JOE:
Hi.

I thought you were gonna call me
when you landed.

I'm sorry, babe.

I-I just got caught up at
the, uh, car rental place.

But I'm driving
to the hotel now.

Um, flight okay?

It was fine.

Well, everything's quiet here.

Marie seems to be doing okay.

That's great, Joe.
Honey...

I'm driving through
a really strange city right now.

I can't really talk.

Okay.

You want to call me
when you get to the hotel?

I'll try.
(chuckles)

You'll try?

Yeah. I love you too, babe.

(smooches)
(phone beeps off)

Nice work.

Have some water.

Jeremy,

eventually people
are going to realize

I'm not where
I'm supposed to be.

They're going to come looking
for me.

It's, it's not going
to be good for you.

I don't think so.

No. In fact, I think
we're going to be out of here

before you know it.

I mean, really,
all that needs to happen

is for you to fall asleep.

Sleep?

That's not in the cards.

You're pointing a gun at me.

I'm terrified.

Well, don't be.

Like I told you,
there's nothing to be afraid of.

Besides, any minute now,
you'll be asleep

whether you want
to be or not.

What are you talking about?

I crushed up some
of Elena's sleeping pills

and put them in the water.

I only pretended
it was a new bottle.

You... you drugged me.

I'm only trying
to move things along.

It'll be
all right, Allison.

Just do a little dreaming
for me, and it'll be all right.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(gasps)

You sleep all right?

Any dreams to share?

Good morning to you, too.

One.

But it wasn't about your wife.

It was about another crime.

A murder.

Hey, let me out of this!

I got to call someone!

I need to tell them
what happened.

When we're done here, you
can call anyone you like.

You know this girl
I dreamt about?

She's young.

She has a family.

I'm sure her family
is as anxious as you are

to figure out what happened
to their loved one.

Well, they're just going to have
to wait their turn.

You're busy.

I'll get you some breakfast.

ALLISON (on recording):
Hey. This is Allison.

Leave a message at the tone.

(machine beeps)

Hey, it's me.

I thought you'd call me
before your interview.

Yeah, go ahead.

Um, well, we're
at the psychologist's right now.

So I guess I'll try you back
after I've talked to her.

Good luck.
I'm thinking about you.

(phone beeps off)

(Joe muttering indistinctly)

Come on.

I'm sorry.
You say something?

No. Sorry.

I was just talking to myself.
I didn't mean to bother you.

Oh. Not a problem.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

You know, whenever I
start talking to myself,

I take it as a
signal to walk away

from whatever I'm working
on for ten minutes.

(chuckles)
WOMAN:
Mr. Dubois?

Marie and I are done
with our session.

Would you like to come in,
please?

Sure.

Okay.

Hey, you.

Hey.

Mr. Dubois,
I have to tell you,

you've raised
a remarkable young lady.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

So... So you
ran some tests?

Quite a few.

And I have
to be honest with you.

I'm not quite sure
why Marie was referred to me.

In my opinion, there's nothing
at all wrong with your daughter.

Oh, really?

I'm quite certain.

I detect no problem
with her reading comprehension

or her vocabulary skills.

In fact, she's rather
advanced for her age.

Well, I can't tell you
how glad I am to hear that.

Frankly, my wife and I
found this whole thing

with school puzzling.

Well, as far as the incident
with the spelling test goes,

my best guess is,
perhaps she suffered

from some good
old-fashioned anxiety.

I mean, she had no trouble
with her spelling here today.

The only other thing
I can think of:

Marie did mention
her mother was on a trip.

No. Yeah. My wife's in
Colorado for the day.

Maybe that's what
triggered her crying jag.

You'd be surprised
how stressful it can be

for a child when
a parent takes a trip,

even a short one.

In any case, I have the feeling
that what happened yesterday

will turn out
to be a one-time thing.

(cell phone ringing)

Sorry. That's my
wife's office.

Would you excuse me
for just one minute?

Of course.

Hello?

Joe, it's Manuel Devalos.

Listen,
I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I just got off the phone
with John Schultz,

the man Allison was supposed
to interview with this morning.

What do you mean "supposed to"?

It didn't happen?

Well, according to John,
Allison never showed up.

(Allison's cell phone rings)

He's got to stop
calling eventually.

He knows something is wrong.

So does my boss.

Jeremy, think about
what you're doing here.

This is kidnapping.

If the D.A. decides
to press charges,

you could go to prison for
the rest of your life.

Well, that's up to you,
isn't it?

I mean,
you'd have to say something.

I mean, you'd have
to tell someone

that that's what happened here.

But I have a feeling
that when you do get around

to dreaming the dream

that tells us
where my wife is,

you'll realize

that there was a greater purpose
for my bringing you here.

That you won't report me.

That you'll be happy
for me and her.

And you'll look back on this
experience with pride.

Well, maybe.

But maybe not.

What if I have a dream,

and it tells us
what we already know?

That your wife just left you.

She just left.

No.

I don't think
that's what happened.

I don't think that's what
you're going to dream.

We had fights, sure.

Now, I'm certain
I was a disappointment to her.

Hell, I was a disappointment
to myself.

I couldn't bring in money--

not the kind we needed--

but I loved her,
and she loved me.

And we were having a baby
together.

(Allison cell phone rings)

(crying)

Now...what do you say?

We do a little bit
more dreaming?

Oh...

Did I want to be a single mom?

No, of course not.

(sighs)
I don't think
anybody ever says to themselves,

"Hey, I want to be pregnant
and alone."

You know what?

It's doable.

It-it's more than doable.

(gasps)
Oh.

Wow.

And pretty soon,
you won't be all alone.

You'll have the most interesting
person you'll ever meet

in your entire life
to keep you company.

(crying)

No.

Don't cry.

Look, your husband may have
put that baby in you,

but that doesn't make you
or it his property.

(crying)

You said you were thinking
about leaving him, so leave.

He doesn't make you happy,

so make yourself happy.

It can be done.

I'm living proof.

It's gonna
be okay... Elena.

(crying)

You're going
to be okay.

(inhales deeply)

It's okay, Elena.

You saw something,
didn't you?

You said her name.

I heard you.

So what did you see?

Nothing good.

I knew it.
Elena didn't leave me.

Jeremy, nothing that I just saw,
nothing I just told you proves

that your wife didn't just leave
of her own accord.

I mean, it-it really seems like
what she was discussing with...

With a murderer.
That's what you told me.

You don't have to be a genius
to figure out the rest.

That woman did something
to my wife.

You don't know that.
We don't know that.

In fact, in my dream,

that woman looked every bit
as pregnant as Elena was.

She looked like
she was about to give birth.

She didn't look like she was in
any condition to murder someone.

Look, what I need to do is go
call the people that I work with

so I can tell them what I know.

So I can give them a chance
to start investigating.

No. You're not calling anyone.

Not yet.

We're too close to the truth.

What you need to do
is to sleep some more.

You need to-to dream some more.

(tires rolling over dirt road)

What's that?

(brakes squeak)

Don't say a word.

I'm going to see
what's going on.

It's just the mailman.

He'll be gone in a second.

We just won't make any noise.

(knocking)
MAN:
Hello?

Help! I'm in here!

Stop it!
Help!

(knocking continues)

Help!
I've been kidnapped!

Are you crazy?
Do you want me to kill you?

I dare you!

Then you'll never know
what happened to your wife.

(knocking)
MAN:
What's going on in there?

Don't leave me, please!

(pounding on door)
Hello?

I'm chained
to this bed!

No!

(banging on door)

Please!
(banging)

(kicking door)

(gasps, grunts)

(wood splintering)
(banging and kicking continues)

I'm in here!

I'm back here!
I'm back here!

Please!

(crying):
Please. Thank you.

Thank you.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Paging Dr. Statement.
Dr. Statement, please.

All right, thanks.

No new news.

They're running
more tests.

(sighs)

Once they're sure

that man didn't give Mommy
anything dangerous,

we'll be taking her home.

(sniffles)

Dad, she's doing it again.

She's doing what again?

What's going on, Marie?

I can't read
this book, Daddy.

I can't read any
of these books.

(sighs)

How could you have
been in so much trouble

and me not have known?

(sighs)

I just always thought...

we had this connection.

That I'd-I'd feel
it, I'd sense it.

I mean, it drives me
crazy to think that

you were in that cabin, and
this guy was drugging you,

and I had you in a
hotel room in Denver.

So happy...
to be in this car,

to be leaning on you,
to be having this conversation.

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

(gasps)

Hello.

It's for you.

Hello?

Hey, Lee.

(sighs)

Okay, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there. Thanks.

The police picked up Jeremy
an hour ago in Kingman.

A patrolman spotted him
trying to abandon his car

in a parking lot.

They took him in
without incident.

Well, that's got to
make you sleep easier.

Yeah. No. Definitely.

Anyway, they're bringing him
back to Phoenix tonight.

They want me to come in
in the morning and identify him.

You okay with that?

You ready for that?

I just want
this thing behind me.

I just want to open my eyes
and have it all be over.

Well, I take
that as a yes.

Yes, it's definitely a yes.

(loud breathing)

I did it.

I left Jeremy.

(loud breathing)

Oh, my God.

You-you did it.

You-you actually did it.

Well... come in.

Uh, let's talk, hmm?

I don't know.

I don't know
about any of this.

What do you mean,
you don't know?

You did it.

That's the hardest part.

Then why doesn't it feel good?

You know, why doesn't
it feel right?

Hey, it... it's not easy
to rip off a Band-Aid.

It hurts.

It's more than that.

I... I think about
Jeremy without me.

He'll be helpless.

He's helpless with you, Elena.

I know, but

this will be worse.

The truth is-is that

I think about me
without him.

I think about our
baby without a dad.

Oh.

I just think I'm
making a mistake.

I've got to go.
I've got to go home.

(stammering):
Uh, uh, uh, wait a second.

Wait a second.
Wait a second.

You... (sighs)

You put a lot of thought
into whether or not to leave.

Don't you want to
put a little thought

into whether or
not to go back?

Does...

Does he know where you are?

I mean, did... did you
tell him you were here?

Uh-uh.

(sighs)

Okay.

Then we can take a minute

and talk some more.

(crying)

Come here.

(crying)
Come here.

(gasps)

(gasps)

(sighs)

(buzzer sounds, door opens)

(footsteps approaching)

I know I put you through a lot.

I know what I did was wrong.

I just hope you understand...

I had to do it.

No one wanted to help me.

You did...

put me through a lot.

And it was more than wrong.

It was criminal,
and it was dangerous.

But I'm not here
to talk about that.

I'm here to talk
about Elena.

I had another dream.

You were half right.

She did leave you, but...

...she changed her mind.

She wanted to come back.

Well, where is she now?

That woman
that I've been dreaming about--

she... she injected her
with something.

That was the night
that she left you.

Is she... is she dead?

I can't say for certain.

Not yet, but...

I have to believe.

(sighs)

No.

I gave the police
a description of
her attacker.

They're doing everything
they can to find her

and find out what
happened to your wife.

Thank you.

Again, I know
what I did was wrong.

I know I caused you
and your family a lot of pain,

and I'm prepared
to pay for that.

I don't know
if you can understand this...

...but just... hearing

that people ar-are looking,

that people are trying
to figure out what happened...

...it makes any punishment,

wherever I have to go, bearable.

You don't have to worry.
You're not going anywhere.

The police are processing
your release.

What?

I don't understand.

What you did to me was terrible,

and if I could send you away
for a few years

to pay for it, I would.

But you know what?

You're looking
at kidnapping charges.

That's... That carries
life in prison or worse.

And I...

I just... I don't believe
that you deserve that.

So I had a conversation
with the district attorney.

I told him

that I refused

to identify you

as my abductor.

It took a long time
to explain to him why.

(laughing):
I... I don't even...

think he understands it,

but it doesn't matter.

Without me testifying,
they have no case against you,

so they're dropping the charges.

I'm sorry

about everything
that happened to you,

but I really think
you need to start accepting

that your wife and your child

are almost certainly
never coming back.

And I really need you
to stay the hell away from me!

(knocks twice)

(buzzer sounds, door opens)

JOE (sotto voce):
If X dominates Y,
then it has to be

better than Y for at least one
objective function.

Well, you didn't tell me
you were working on math.

Uh, yeah. Uh, it's...

Yeah, it's essentially
a math problem.

I'm trying to define a complex
genetic, um, algorithm.

I don't mean to be forward, but
I happen to know a thing or two

about complex algorithms.

Mind if I take a look?

You're kidding?

(laughing):
Oh, be my guest.

(clears throat)

Okay.

(keyboard keys clicking)

Your Z value is a
constant, correct?

Yeah.

Well, then wouldn't that
necessitate a plus sign...

right here?

(sniffing)

(sighs)

(computer whirring)

(computer chimes)

Hmm.

It works!

I can't believe it works.

Well, who are you?

Oh, Harold Clark.

I'm an associate
physics professor

at Mesa University,
though I'm up for tenure,

so I'm hoping to drop
the associate part soon.

Joe Dubois,
extremely grateful engineer.

Oh, glad to be
of some help.

You-you... I...

You don't know
the half of it.

Oh, you ready to go, champ?

Okay.

(clears throat)

Good luck to you.

And to you.
Thanks again.

Oh. Hey, you. Whoa.

Marie, why don't you find a
place take to sit over here

while I talk to your
dad for a minute?

Mr. Dubois,

I'm baffled.

Your little girl aced
every test that I threw at her.

Every single one.
I don't know what to tell you.

There is no evidence of any
learning disability whatsoever.

But, uh, eh...

No. I feel terrible that

I don't have any kind
of answer for you.

Um, all these tests,

and there's nothing
to show for it.

Well, actually, uh...

Mr. Dubois,
it is not unheard of

for a child Marie's age
to feign learning disabilities.

And the, uh, trick is
to figure out why.

You know, I don't think
my daughter is faking it.

But I do think

I might know the "why."

MARIE:
"Pester."

"P-E-S-T-E-R."

Outstanding. You're
on fire, Marie.

Now, how about...
oh, "moist"?

"Moist."

"M-O-Y..."

No. "M-O-I-S-T."

"Moist."

BRIDGETTE:
Incredible.

You're a freak
of nature, Marie.

Congratulations.

From illiterate to genius
in a matter of days.

Yeah. I'm amazing.

Mm.
I don't know
what to think.

(slaps playfully)
Then don't think.

Just accept

that a force
that you don't understand

made our daughter incapable
of learning reading and spelling

long enough
for you to have her tested,

which made it possible
for you to meet that guy who...

That guy who was able to help me
figure out the algorithm

that could land us
that government contract.

Exactly.

You don't think maybe
that was just a coincidence?

Hey, aren't you the guy
who said

you didn't believe
in coincidences?

I don't think
that was actually me.

I think that was maybe someone
who just looked like me.

Your eyes are
still open.

I can hear them.

Mm, just thinking
about Jeremy.

That's not the name
I was hoping to hear.

(laughs)

Are we, perchance,

experiencing a bit of
Stockholm Syndrome?

No, my love.

It's just, wishing
I could understand

what happened to his wife.

What were those injections
all about,

and why hasn't anyone
ever heard from her again?

And what about
that other woman?

The murderess?

What's she all about?

My sense is-- and this
is a technical term--

that she's all
about crazy.

I think you're right.

But that doesn't
really help Jeremy.

Oh, is that what this
conversation is about?

Helping Jeremy?

Oh, Al, because of you,

Jeremy doesn't have to go to
prison for the rest of his life.

I don't think you owe him
anything more than that.

In fact, I don't think
you owe him anything.

Go to sleep.

Shh, shh.

Mmm.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(heavy sigh)

Oh.

(sighs)

(baby crying)

Oh.

Shh.

(shushing)

That wasn't much
of a nap, was it?

(baby coos)

Mommy's here.

Your real mommy.

I'm glad you're awake.

(cooing)

I wanted to tell you
your new name.

Alexandra.

Alexandra...

Elizabeth Tate.

(gasps)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(children shouting playfully
nearby)

Allison?

I, uh... I got your message,

but, uh, I don't get it.

What-what are we doing here?

I know who killed your wife.

Then she's... ?

Her name is Veronica Tate.

Police arrested her
this morning.

Oh, my God.

She used to be a maternity nurse

at Phoenix General.

Not only
did she kill your wife.

She murdered another woman
named Maureen Hosler,

the woman whose bones
we found outside of Chandler.

Miss Hosler was also pregnant
at the time she was murdered,

just like your wife.

What kind of woman does that?

The kind of woman
who wants to be a mother.

She couldn't have children
of her own.

(sighs)

She faked
two separate pregnancies.

And then she stalked women
who were really pregnant.

She took her victims' babies,
Jeremy.

She raised them as her own.

The other child

that she took
is back with her father.

But I wanted
to tell you in person.

(laughs)

You see that little
girl right there?

(children shouting playfully
nearby)

That's her.

Jeremy, that's
your daughter.

I have a daughter?

(laughs)

Want to go in
and meet her?