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CHORUS:
* A tisket, a tasket *

* A green and yellow basket *

* I wrote a letter *

* To my love, but on the way
I dropped it *

* I dropped it, I dropped it *

* And on the way
I dropped it *

* A little boy picked it up
and put it in his pocket *

GIRL:
* A tisket, a tasket *

* A green and yellow basket *

-( growling )
-* I wrote a letter to... *

( growling )

( metal detector beeping )

Oh!

( panting )

( snarling )

( sighs with relief )

Bridge? Come on,
I'm begging you.

Open the door.
You have school.

BRIDGETTE:
No! I hate school.

Aah!

Yeah, well, I like school
and I still have to get dressed!

Unlock the door,
you little freak!

-Hey, what's all the racket?
-Ariel!

Mom, I want my own room!

Bridgette, you know you're not
supposed to lock the door.

And I want my own private island

and a private jet
to take me there...

Bridgette, answer me!

...and cook and a houseboy
to pamper me when I arrive.

It's good to want things.

Bridgette?

She's okay.

Honey, you've got clean clothes
folded in the laundry basket.

Go get dressed in my room.

Freakazoid!

I'll take care of this.

Where you going?

( knocking on window )

( insistent knocking )

Mommy, what are you
doing out there?

I came to talk to you.

Are you in your underwear?

Mm-hmm.

Aren't you worried
someone might see?

A little.

But I'm more worried about you.

Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

I'm just going to stay
in my room

for the rest of my life.

Oh... okay.

Well, what do I
tell your teacher?

Daddy and I are supposed to meet
with her this morning.

I don't know.

Tell her that...
that I hate school.

Okay, I'll tell her.

And you're just going
to stay in there?

Even though Mommy
and Daddy have to go to work

and you'll be all
alone in the house?

You're okay with that?

'Cause me, I would be
scared to be all alone

in the house without you.

But if you're okay with that,
I'll see you after work.

( kisses through window )

Mom!

Yeah?

Maybe I'll stay in my room
for the rest of my life

on a day when you don't
have to go to work.

Mm, okay. That makes sense.

Tell you what.

You go unlock the door

and I'll come around
and meet you

and we'll have
some breakfast, okay?

Okay.

Okay. Go.

TEACHER:
She's smart as a whip.

I actually think, in some ways,
that may be part of the problem.

I'm sorry. I-I guess we didn't
know there was a problem.

TEACHER:
Not academically.

Academically, she's stellar.

But I am concerned
with how she's doing socially.

Working in groups.

Playing with others.
That sort of thing.

She seems to have
a hard time with it.

Really?

Mm-hmm. I've noticed
she spends a lot of time alone,

playing by herself.

Is she like that at home?

Yeah.

She has a very
active imagination.

But that isn't bad, is it?

No.

Not necessarily, but...

if a child is lonely,

if they feel separate
and apart...

it becomes difficult for them
to enjoy coming

to class, being with others.

So, I'm worried because
she doesn't seem

to have many friends.

To be perfectly honest,

she doesn't seem to have
any friends.

The other kids--
they avoid her.

I should've seen it.
I should've realized.

I mean, I've always known
that she was... unique.

I just... No friends?

With Ariel, it was so easy.

She was somebody everybody
always wanted to play with.

All I had to do was sit back
and wait for the phone to ring.

This is my fault.

I should've been out there,

making play dates,
arranging sleepovers.

Wait a second, wait a second.

It's not like it's too late.

She's in first grade,
for goodness sake!

You're right. You're right.

I'll make some calls
as soon as I get home.

Call some of the other mothers.

Maybe set something up
for this weekend.

Wait, wait!

I have to go
into the D.A.'s today.

I got to drop Marie
off at day care.

Maybe this was not the greatest
moment to go back to work.

Hold on. Can we not blow
this out of proportion?

We have a problem.

We have a plan to solve it.

You'll make the calls tonight
instead of an hour from now.

End of crisis.

What if I have to work late?

Then I'll make some calls.

We're talking about

helping our six-year-old
make friends,

not curing cancer.

We can do this.

She's a good kid.

The lady said "smart as a whip,"
did she not?

-Mm-hmm.
-Hey.

Consider the gene pool.

DEVALOS: And you be sure
and tell my esteemed colleague

that confession
or no confession,

if I don't have
his client's affidavit

on my desk by 5:00
this afternoon,

I'm pulling the offer.

You're here?

I have been for over an hour.

Boy, I told my assistant
to call your house

first thing this morning.

I had a thing at school.

-And she didn't try your cell?
-No.

( sighing ):
And you couldn't just sense...?

Apparently not.

So, basically,
I'm here for nothing?

No, not for nothing.

I mean, you'll be paid.

Ah.

You know what? You're right.

Since you're here,
since you're getting paid...

You know, I don't
need a mercy job.

Hey, I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing this for me.

All I need to do
is run for reelection

and have someone
find out I paid you

and you didn't do
anything to earn it.

Are these the CCFs?

Yes, sir.

All right, now, all I need
is a place to put you.

( Devalos clearing throat )

( chuckling )

Well, don't thank me now.

You spoil me.

Oh, it's not as bad as it looks.

Old Wayne over there swears
to me he actually likes it!

Old Wayne? Sounds like something
I used to drink.

Criminal sketch artist.

You'll be sharing
this space with him.

And what exactly is it

you would have me do
in this sumptuous space?

You ever heard
of "Cold Case Files"?

Yeah, but I never watched it.

No, not the television show.

These are the real thing.

They're cases that are cold.

Mysteries that are unsolved.

Unsolved Mysteries.

Never saw that either.

What I'd like you to do
is spend a little bit of time

looking at each one
of these files.

See if you get some sort of
vibration off of it.

Ooh, "vibration"?

Whatever it is you get,
when you get,

whatever it is you get.

-Got it.
-Good.

I'll be in my office.

That would be that room
with all the windows?

Right you are.

( woman sobbing )

MAN:
All right, let's get started.

WOMAN: I'll try, but like I was
telling the officers,

it's not like I got a
really good look at him.

It was dark, and I
was hiding from him.

And then I was
running from him.

MAN: It's all right.
Just do the best you can do.

Let's start with something easy.

Let's start with,
uh, hair color.

According to the investigating
officer's police report,

you said the perpetrator
had blond hair?

WOMAN:
Yeah. Brownish blond.

I think so.

You think so?

No. That's it. Definitely.

Brownish blond. And short.

So we're talking
about a Caucasian?

You mean a white man?

Yeah, he was a white man.

What about his stature?

Are we talking tall man,
short man,

fat man, thin man?

( sobbing )

It's okay.

Just relax and concentrate
on what happened.

Mister...

he killed my fiancée
right in front of me.

My clothes have pieces

of his brain on them.

You relax and concentrate.

Miss, uh...

( sighing )

Oh, my God!

WOMAN:
He was a short man, really.

Average to short.

Just a white guy.

An average to short white guy.

Okay.

What else can you remember?

Eyes, maybe? Eye color?

Did he have all of his teeth?

What about his ears?

Were they especially large?

Just... take your time.

Let me think...

( gunshot )

WOMAN: I'd have to say he looked
like a farm boy to me.

You know, like ne of those
Midwestern-looking types...

with nice teeth and short hair.

( sobbing )

It's all coming back to me now.

( sobbing )

Anyway, my wife and I thought
it might be fun for our girls

to get together
outside of school.

Bridgette, yeah.

Great. Let's see, uh...

Um, how about...

Sorry?

No, no, actually, Bridgette
doesn't have an online calendar.

Does sound like a time saver.

We'll look into it.

Oh, so how about Saturday?

She has horseback riding
till noon? Huh.

Um, then, book club... right.

Ah, what about Sunday?

A fund-raiser?

Wow, I didn't know
that six-year-olds did...

No. I-I can definitely
see how that would help

flesh out a high school
transcript. Sure.

Uh... what about
the next weekend?

You can pencil her in?

Yeah, okay, sure.

No, no, it's Dubois.

Uh, that's a different
Bridgette.

Sure, yeah.

Probably should talk
to Cassie first.

Well, yeah, call me
if she's interested.

You, too.

Bye.

( phone beeps )

Everyone brush your teeth?

( crickets chirping )

JOE: Ah, my prayers
have been answered.

A woman sneaking into my room.

And wonder of wonders,

she actually looks like my wife.

The better to ease the guilt.

God is good.

Ha-ha.

You missed some amazing franks
and some even better beans.

We waited at the table
for you to show up.

We waited for,
I don't know, three hours?

But by then the flies
were getting so thick,

the kids started to complain,

and it was like, oh, heck,
let's just eat without Mommy.

( muffled ):
I'm sorry.

I've been looking at mug shot
books for the last five hours.

This witness, this woman

was caught up in this...
execution.

Her fiancé was murdered
right in front of her.

And she's giving this
description to the police

of the perpetrator.

And I'm listening
and I'm realizing

the man she's describing is
not the man inside her head.

Al...

And I can't very well go
to the sketch artist

and say, um, "I read her mind.

Draw a guy who looks like this."

( sighing )

So, I looked through all the
mug shot books, hoping...

And then I looked up
and it's 10:30.

And now the police
are looking for the wrong guy.

She's probably scared, Al.

I know, but I gotta
think of something.

You want to hear some good news?

Bridgette made a friend.

No.

Yeah. Talk about timing, huh?

Oh, she came home from
school all excited.

They played on the playground.

They ate lunch together.

She can't wait to go
to school tomorrow.

Oh, God, that's great!
And I wasn't here.

It's okay.

She'll tell you all about
him in the morning.

Yeah, it's a him?

Bobby!

Bobby. Bobby who?

We don't have a last name yet,
but she promised to get it

and a phone number tomorrow.

With any luck,
he'll still have some openings

in the fourth quarter
of his fiscal year.

Mm, this is great.

Maybe I'll see him tomorrow
when I drop her off at school.

I'm sure you will.

Now may I have a kiss?

What?

A kiss.

That thing we used to do

when we saw each other
after a long day.

Mm.

I like Bobby.

It sounds nice.

He sounds nice.

You can't have him.

He's already involved
with your daughter.

Hmm.

And, besides, you're

already involved with me.

( kids chattering and shouting )

It's not even 7:30.
Why are we so early?

Because I have to work today.

Besides it's only a few minutes.

More like 20.

What are we supposed to do
for 20 whole entire minutes?

I don't know. Look, kids are
playing in the playground!

Uh, little kids.

I'm sure you'll
think of something

And don't forget,
Dad is picking you up today.

How come?

Because I have
a big day at work,

and he's gonna bring home
things he can do there,

so try not to make
too much noise.

Okay.

Bye, Mom.

Bye, lips.

Where's my kiss?

Bye.

Mom.

Bye, Mom.

Bye, wild thing.

( engine starting )

( kids laughing and chattering )

ALLISON:
Wow. You are really good.

Hi. Um, I'm sitting
over there temporarily.

Allison. I think we missed
each other the other day.

Wayne.

It's amazing you can do that.

I been at it a long time.

What do you do?

Oh, I'm a consultant.

I work part-time with the D.A.

It's pretty boring.

Could I ask you

kind of a nutty question?

What's that?

Do you ever, like,
draw for money?

What, you mean like
ads or something?

I have this idea-- I don't mean
to put you on the spot--

but it's my husband's
birthday tomorrow.

And he's one of those people
who's impossible to shop for.

Could I give you a...?

You have a picture or something,
like maybe a photo

from your wallet?

No.

I was hoping maybe I could
describe him to you...

All right.

Okay. Let's start with
his, um... complexion.

How would you describe that?

Well, it's very similar
to yours actually.

Hmm.

DEVALOS: Let me see
if I've got this straight.

This is the man
we should be looking for,

not this man?

Then who do you suppose this is?

I think it's Matt Damon.

I left a magazine laying around

and I think the witness
saw it and...

Oh, for crying out loud.

Okay, let's say you're right.

Let's say the witness lied
and her sketch is bogus.

Well, she's not lying exactly.

She's just afraid
of being involved.

Allison, that's lying. Exactly.

Besides, whatever
her reasons are,

my hands are really tied.

What do you mean?

( sighing ):
Well, what would you

have me do with this?

I don t know. Publish it.
Distribute it.

Go get the cops
to go get the guy.

Allison, I can't put this out.

Where would I say it came from?

An anonymous eyewitness.

Oh, right.

The description
from the person in the room--

that's the one I tell
the police to ignore.

And the description from someone
whose identity I can't discuss--

that's the one I want them
to pay attention to.

-But...
-Then what?

What happens if we manage to
find the guy and make an arrest?

What happens when
the defense attorney

puts you on the stand?
What do you say?

Better yet, what happens when
he puts the woman on the stand

and she says, "That's
not the man I described"?

I don't know.

All I know is, you're looking
for the wrong man.

Well, maybe you're right.

But if this is the real
man we should be looking for,

then we need to get the real
eyewitness to say so.

( kids shouting excitedly )

I got a C-plus on my math test.

C-plus?

All right.

That's progress.

Where's your sister?

Playground, probably.

Come on, let's go find her.

( kids chattering excitedly )

BRIDGETTE:
You're it!

( singsongy ):
You can't catch me.

Nah-nah-nah-nah.

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

You can't touch me.

Huh-huh-huh-huh.

BRIDGETTE:
Nah-nah-nah-nah.

Ha-ha...

Bridgette!

Ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

God. Why does she have to
be so weird all the time?

( mumbling )

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

It doesn't sound like
that big a deal.

So she was playing by herself.

Did you ask her what
happened to Bobby?

Maybe he went home sick,

or maybe he was playing
with some little boys.

That doesn't mean that

he doesn't want to play
with her anymore.

I'm just saying...

Bridgette, did you get to ask
Bobby what his last name was?

It's Lechelle.

Bobby Lechelle.

ALLISON:
Let's see.

Oh. Perfect.

There's only one Lechelle.

Call!

Why don't you call?

You're a big girl.

Okay.

ALLISON: Okay, I'll read you
the numbers. Ready?

5-5-5-0-1-9-6.

( punching numbers )

( whispering ):
It's ringing.

Hello? Is Bobby home?
This is Bridgette.

Bobby!

He's my friend.

Oh.

She wants to talk to you.

Hi, Mrs. Lechelle?

This is, uh, Allison Dubois.

I'm Bridgette's mom.

No, I don't...

A joke?

Of course not.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

You don't have a son at Central?

You do?

You did.

( gasps quietly )

I'm sorry.

I'm terribly, terribly sorry.

( phone beeps )

What was that about?

Bridgette, baby, go brush your
teeth and get ready for bed.

I'll come read you a book.

What?

He's dead.

Oh, my, God, what happened?

Five years ago.

He died five years ago.

( sighs )

Do you think she knows?

I doubt it.

She probably just thinks

he's another kid
on the playground.

Well, we have to tell her.

I guess.

You guess?

You don't think
this is a problem?

We should just be happy
that she has a new friend

and leave it at that?

We have to do
something about this.

-I know.
-All right, okay, fine,

so we're on the same page, then.

Any thoughts as to why
a six-year-old boy

who's been dead for five years

should choose
to hang around our daughter?

You make it sound so sinister.

He's drawn to her because
she can see him, that's all.

I don't know if
you're aware of this,

but right now you
sounded almost...

oh, I don't know,
almost proud of her.

Please!

I wouldn't wish the way
I see the world on anybody,

-least of all my own daughter.
-So what's next,

she gonna start finishing
my sentences for me?

Start knowing things before
they happen, start waking up

in a cold sweat
from bizarre dreams?

You don't know that any of those
things are going to happen.

Well, I'm allowed to wonder.

And I'm allowed to worry.

In fact, I'd be an idiot
not to worry.

Got it. Sorry.

Sorry to have polluted
the gene pool.

Didn't mean it like that.

How else could you mean it?

How do you know
she's not gonna outgrow it?

And just because
you see one ghost

doesn't mean
you see every ghost.

If you say so.

Just because you have
one dream that seems

to come true doesn't mean
every dream comes true.

I had a dream the other night,
a wolf was chasing me

through the airport
trying to kill me.

Didn't mean a damn thing.

Although you are looking
kind of wolfish.

I'm going to check on Bridgette.

So it just isn't gonna work out
with Bobby this weekend.

How come?

It just isn't.

But I was thinking,
is there somebody else you like,

somebody else at school?

No, Mommy.

The other kids are mean.

All the other kids are mean.

Bobby is the only one
who's nice to me.

What about next weekend?

Can Bobby and me play then?

I don't know, Honey.
We'll see tomorrow.

It's late, go to sleep.

Ready?

She's in the conference room.

Absolutely.

This is gonna be a bit tricky.

I have no factual ground
on which to question

the validity
of the sketch she approved.

Show her my sketch,
see how she reacts

to a picture of the real killer.

Love to-- only down the line
the defense attorney

could say that
I influenced the witness.

We can't even show it to her?

I didn't say we; I said I.

Do you remember the affidavit

you signed when
the sketch artist

showed you the finished
picture yesterday?

The one on which you swear
that the description

you gave is, to the best
of your knowledge, accurate?

Well, we lost that affidavit.

I feel terrible
about the inconvenience,

but I'm afraid that I have
to ask you to sign it again.

Is this the man
you saw shoot your fiancé

in cold blood
the night of the 12th?

Yeah, that's him.

Any changes you'd like to make?

( quietly ):
No.

Any details that have

come back to you
since yesterday?

-Not really, no.
-Are you sure?

I'd be happy to bring
in the artist

you worked with.

If you had
any additional thoughts,

now would be
the time to share them.

No. I'm very happy
with the sketch.

If you'll let me
just sign the paper...

Allison...

( clears throat )

Oh, my goodness.

Here you go.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-( whispers ): Allison.

Is there anything else,

-or can I go?
-Yeah...

you could take another look.

-Excuse me?
-Isn't this the man

-that killed your fiancé?
-I don't understand

what's going on here--
I signed your paper.

I'm sorry, you're free
to leave at any time.

Listen, I know you're afraid,

but if you don't help
us, he may very well

kill somebody else.

I am helping you--
I'm here, aren't I?

Without you making an
accurate identification...

I did make
an accurate identification.

There is no one on this planet

that wants to see
that man behind bars

more than me.

There is no one more frightened

of seeing that man again
than me.

I've done all that I can.

Have you caught him yet?

Do you even know his name?

Do you even know where he lives?

Can you promise me
that he isn't in the parking lot

waiting for me right now?

I didn't think so.

So, if he kills again,

it won't be my fault,
now, will it?

-Is not!
-Is so!

Is not!

Is so!

-Is not!
-Is so!

Is not!

-Hey, hey, hey...
-Is so! -Is not!

Mom, tell her--
tell there is no best friend!

There is no play date!

There is no Bobby!

Ariel, enough.

-Is so a Bobby!
-So...

Is not! Is not! Is not!

-Stop it, girls.
-( both shouting )

-Is not!
-Is so!

Stop it...!

-( girls stop ) -Stop.
Ariel, go to your room now.

Do your homework. Now!

Bridgette, go.

Get your coat.
You're coming with me.

Where are you taking me?

To jail?

Just... get your coat.

What's your plan, Stan?

I don't know.

I figure if Bobby's gonna be
her best friend,

then I should go have a chat
with him.

Bridgette? Bridgette?

Move it.

I don't see him. Do you?

Of course not, Mommy.

It's night.

He's probably at home,
in bed, asleep.

That's the thing, honey.

He isn't.

He never sleeps.

He's afraid to.

He's afraid if he allows
himself to sleep,

he'll wake up somewhere
far, far away

and he'll never see you again

and he'll never see
his parents again.

He's scared.

Well, I'd be scared, too,

if I thought I was going
far, far away.

But that's the thing, see.

When you go to this place...

you can actually
see everybody.

Any time you want,
and you're never lonely.

It's a good place.

And it's his time.

And we have
to help him get there.

( swing squeaking )

Hey, Bridgette. Who's that?

Hey, Bobby. This is my mom.

Hi, Bobby.

I know. It's been a while
since a grown-up saw you,

spoke to you. Right?

I bet you miss your mom.

I know she misses you.

She cries for you.
She prays for you.

But you can't hear any
of that here, can you?

You need to be in a place

where you can hear
everything... see everyone.

There is a place like that,
you know.

And there are a lot
of people waiting

for you to show up there.

Your grandpa and grandma.

Lots of other relatives

you've never even met.

It's a wonderful place.

And to get there, all you have
to do is to relax.

And let go.

Close your eyes.

Aren't you tired?

Come here.

But, Mommy... I don't
want Bobby to go away.

Where he's going,
he will always be with you.

In your memories,
and in your heart.

He will be watching you.

And if you miss him...

all you'll need to do
is think of him.

Okay?

Okay.

Let's go lay down.

( telephone rings )

It's for you.

Who is it?

Oh, I think it's your witness.

( loud beep )

Ticket and ID, please.

I'm not actually flying tonight.

My name's Allison Dubois.

I'm with the DA's office.

I'm here to secure
an affidavit from a witness

who's leaving the country.

I was told that my office
called ahead

to let you know I was coming.

I came as quickly as I could.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.

I feel safe here... you know?

They check for guns.

My plane boards in 20 minutes.

Let's just get this over with.

That is the man, isn't it?

Just so we're clear...

I'm not coming back to testify
until you've got him locked up.

Till you've got him
where he can't hurt me.

Everybody understands.

I know you think I'm crazy,
running way like this.

I know what happened...

I mean, I wasn't there,
but I read your statement.

He knows me.

He looked right at me.

( gunshot )

That night, I was supposed
to be dead.

He meant to kill me.

( beeping )

He means to kill me.

Who is this guy?

Do you know him?

I mean... what sort
of a criminal is he?

He's the worst kind.
He's a cop.

I don't know his name
or anything,

but I know he's an undercover
detective in Vice.

My boyfriend told me that nobody
moves any kind of narcotic

in south Arizona
unless he gets a taste of it.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I didn't know what else to do.

( children's voices ):
* A tisket, a tasket *

* A green and yellow basket *

* I wrote a letter to my love *

* But on the way, I dropped it *

* I dropped it,
I dropped it... *

Can't be too careful.

* And on the way,
I dropped it... *

Wait a second.

What did you say

the detective's name was?

Wolfe. Detective Wolfe.

I'm here on official
police business.

( loud beep )

Hey... did you say Wolfe?

Hey, wait a sec.

You know what? Let me
walk you to the gate.

I just have this feeling...

Police officer!
Stop or I'll shoot!

Don't stop!

What do you mean?!

Just trust me.

REPORTER:
An eyewitness to murder

and an employee of the District
Attorney's office

narrowly escaped death
here at the airport

during what was supposed
to be a routine encounter...

If I don't see some bodies

fully dressed
and making their way

to the car in
the next 30 seconds...

...to get the witness's
signature

on some legal documents.

Unknown to both women,
they were being followed

Mom...I don't feel good.

by the man believed to have
committed the original murder.

ARIEL:
You never feel good.

-That man, apparently
-In the car, or nobody's

-a Phoenix Police detective,
-going to feel good.

gave chase and the two women
found themselves trapped

at the end of
an unoccupied jetway

dangling three stories
in the air.

Fate and a passing luggage
carrier intervened, and...

ALLISON: Did anyone remember
to shut off the TV?

Don't forget

to give that envelope
to Mrs. Cass.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

See you later.

Bye.

Ding-ding-ding. Last stop.

Everybody out.

You lied to me.

About what?

You said he'll
always be with me.

He is, honey.

He's with you right now,
watching out for you.

Well, I don't see him.

Well, he's there.

And he's there.
And he's there.

Now, give Mommy a kiss.

Bye, baby.

Bye.

See ya.

GIRL:
Whatcha doin'?

We said... whatcha doin'?

Mmm, nothin'.

Why aren't you playing
with your friend?

He had to go away somewhere...

( whispers ):
Okay, I'll tell her.

You can play with me
and my friend if you want.

What friend?

He's 'maginary.

His name's Wilbur.

He's a giraffe.

What kind of giraffe?

The spotted kind.

The kind that lives in Africa?

Well, of course Africa.

That's where spotted
giraffes are from.