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( train horn blaring )

Hurry! It's coming!

( horn blows )

Climb!

We're almost there.

Can't make it.

Shut up and run!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Go on back to sleep.

Was it the one
with the train again?

Yeah.

And now your head aches?

( sighs ):
Yeah. No. I don't know.

I'm just...
I'm gonna go watch some TV

and make some potato salad.

Potato salad?

Yeah. The cookout.

Alan and Kamala's tomorrow...
today.

( sighs )

Allison... it's been what?

Like two weeks now?

I don't know, Joe.

Something like that.

Every night,
it's the same dream.

Every night,
you wake up.

You can't get
back to sleep.

Every night, I wake up.

I'm sorry.

I'm not looking
for apologies, sweetie.

I'm looking
for a solution.

I mean, this can't go on.

I told you, I'll go sleep
in the other room.

That's not a solution.

Well, it's the best I can do
at 3:44 in the morning.

Maybe it's time
to get some help.

-Help?
-I don't know.

Maybe there's
somebody out there

you can talk to,
like a professional, or...

A psychic shrink?

A shrink for psychics?

An abnormal behaviorist

for paranormal people?
Yeah.

All right,
you're making fun of me.

I don't think there's any help
for this.

To be honest...
I'm just... tired.

Then come back to bed.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

I don't really care
what you think.

Bed, woman.

I'm so exhausted.

Well, close your eyes.

What's the point?

Come on,
you have to try.

( train horn blows,
gets louder )

I give up.

JOE:
That's absurd.

That is
an absurd assertion.

You're telling me
the drug companies

are no longer interested
in developing cures?

You think about it.

You're talking about a business
whose lifeblood...

you'll pardon the pun...
is sick people.

If everyone's well,
then nobody needs drugs.

That's why the most
forward-thinking drug companies

are putting their money
into developing drugs

that treat symptoms.

Treat the symptom
but don't cure the illness.

It's the illness
that's going to keep

making you the money
down the road.

It's the illness that's
your bread and butter.

Someone's had enough to drink.

Would that be me,
darling?

You wanna see
something?

Look!

What do you think?

Are you ready to
talk dowry yet?

ALLISON:
They are cute, aren't they?

But I think I'm going
to encourage her

to play the field
till she's four or five.

So, how do you think
we're doing?

Do you thing the party's
achieved lift-off?

What do you mean?

I don't know.

My friends from
the university

and his friends
from the lab.

I'm just not sure

everyone's mixing
too well.

Alan?

Your wife's
getting anxious.

Stop talking to
everybody you see

every day at work
and go mix.

Aye, aye.

Thank you...

How's your head?

Pounding.

If I wasn't so exhausted,
I'd shoot myself.

( train horn blowing )

Wait!

WOMAN:
Excuse me!

Excuse me.

Just waiting
for the bathroom.

JOE: So... what is it exactly
that you're postulating?

MAN:
I'm saying that

we are containers for
a form of energy--

a soul,
an essence of being.

And as we all know,
energy cannot be destroyed.

So what happens to it

when the soul's container
is used up,

stops working?

Well, I'm exploring
the idea

that perhaps it lingers.

At least some of it,
anyway.

And I think that
there are people

that can not only
see this energy,

but can communicate
with it.

Now, when we
identify people

who seem to have
this ability--

and they seem to exist
all over the globe--

we ask them to come
to our lab

so we can measure
their accuracy.

Thank you so much.

It was so great.

-Oh, I'm so sorry.
-( laughing )

I haven't been
getting any sleep.

You poor thing.

You seeing anyone?
'Cause I can...

Just a lot of
late-night TV.

It'll pass.

Hey, when are we going to get
these two together again?

Have you guys been
to Story Time at Burton's Books?

No, we haven't.

It is so fun.

And it's great
'cause it's on Monday,

when I don't have class.

They dress up
and they read

the kids stories,

and then they scream
at you

until you buy them
the books.

Oh, it sounds fun.

Let's do it if I'm around.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Bye, Ray.
-Say good-bye.

-Bye-bye.
-Bye. -Bye now.

No. I'm not walking up

to a total stranger
at a party,

where anyone can hear,
and say,

"Hey, all that stuff
you're talking about?

"I do all that stuff
in my sleep.

"And speaking of sleep?

"I'm having
a little problem

"with a reocurring
nightmare.

Could you maybe help
with that?"

I wasn't saying

you needed to talk to him
right then and there.

I'm just saying...
if you're looking for help.

But I'm not looking for help.

And I'm certainly not looking

to be a rat
in some academic's maze.

It's a dream.

It'll pass.

Yes, you heard me correctly.

I'd like to delay
the press conference.

I don't know-- four hours?

Obviously, I have my reasons.

Of course I have my reasons.

No. Don't call back

and tell me how much
you can get me.

Call me back and tell me
you've gotten me four hours.

You feeling all right?

Oh, no, I'm okay.

I'm just a little tired.

Well, I'm sorry to call
at the last minute,

but a situation came up
over the weekend.

Do you remember reading

about the killing
of Councilman Miguel Garcia?

Councilman
in the ninth district.

Grew up here,
in fact.

Great guy.

Gulf War vet.

Got his MBA right here
in Arizona.

Comes home,
runs for office.

Wins, obviously.

The only thing is, his district
is rife with corruption--

drugs, prostitution.

Anything past 5:30 at night
and the streets are a war zone.

But he takes over and really
starts to put the lid on things.

People are starting
to go out again at night,

business is beginning
to pick up.

Then last July, he's
at a ribbon-cutting ceremony

for a new 24-hour market,

which the neighborhood
really needs.

Around 9:30, he's getting
into his car.

Pop, pop.

Two shots to the back
of the head.

Killer was sitting
in the backseat.

Okay, now I remember this.

Yeah. Whole district's
been up in arms ever since.

They want someone to pay
and we have nothing.

Nothing?

Well...
next to nothing.

It has all the earmarks
of an organized crime hit.

But beyond that...

Then this weekend,

the killer turned himself in.

Walked into the police
with his attorney and confessed.

Oh, my God, that's great.

Yeah.

Only thing is... he's 14.

Nothing would make
my life easier

than to hand over this kid's
head on a silver platter,

but I just don't believe it.

I can't tell you why,
but I just don't believe it.

I was supposed to have
a press conference in 20 minutes

and announce that we had
our man, but...

he's sitting in the
conference room with his lawyer.

I asked
for one more interview.

I'll introduce you
as my assistant.

You can't actually
ask any questions,

but I'd be very curious

to know what you think.

I stole the gun from my cousin.

He kept it in his car
for protection.

When I was done,
I put it back.

Do you know where
the gun is now?

I'm sorry. I need you
to speak your answer.

No. My cousin's in prison.

I don't know what he did
with the gun.

Okay. So...
let's review.

You knew who
the councilman was.

You heard that he was out
to clean up the streets,

shut down the
prostitution,

the gambling,
the drugs.

Your older brothers
and your cousins

all would say how he
was making trouble for them,

so you got it into your head

to take care of the problem
yourself.

Nobody told you what to do.

Nobody put you up
to it.

It was your idea
and you... did it.

Mm-hmm.

I need "yes" or "no."

Yes.

It was my idea.

Nobody told me to do it.

ALLISON: Well, it's like
I told you on the phone.

What brings me here
is this dream.

It's chronic.

All night, every night.

I can't sleep,
I can't function.

And now it's affecting my work.

And that work,

you claim it does make some use
of your sensitivities?

I told you I'm not allowed
to discuss my work.

Mm-hm.
I respect that.

A lot of
the research mediums

I study work
with law enforcement

and almost all have
to agree

to some level of confidentiality
in their work.

I'm going to assume

that's the case
with you, as well.

Now, if you don't mind

I'd like to get
some biographical data.

Again, Dr. Cardwell,
I mean no disrespect.

I came here in the hopes
that you could help me

or maybe point me
towards someone who could.

I honestly have no interest
in being studied.

Now, these... what
do you call them?

-Sensitivities.
-Sensitivities...

are not something I ever
would have chosen for myself.

They make the world
a much darker place.

I really just want
some sleep.

Well, as you well know,
Mrs. Dubois,

there are pills for that.

And you can get those
from any doctor.

But if you really can do

what you say you can do,

then there's a reason you dream
the same dream every night.

And frankly, I'm probably
the best person around

to help you figure out
what it is.

What do you mean?

Someone... living... dead...

would seem to be sending you
a message, but again,

none of it
is relevant

if you're not really
who you say you are. So,

if you'd be so good
as to humor me

for just a little
while longer,

why don't we take a walk
down to the lab?

Circle?

Are you asking me
or telling me?

It's a circle.

An octagon.

A car.

A rectangle.

How's this for

a psychic contradiction?

I sense I'm doing
really poorly at this.

Just concentrate on the card.

I'm too tired to concentrate,
which is why I'm here.

Do you want to stop?

Just really focus now.

( train rumbling )

A train.

Mrs. Dubois...

BOY:
Hurry!

Wait!

( train horn blaring )

Allison?

Allison?

I'm sorry. I just keep seeing
these two boys running,

running along the train track.

A train track?

Yes. And there's a train coming,
a long, long train

with a big "J" and a big "O"
on it.

It's my dream.
I have it over and over again.

Two boys.
They're brothers, I think.

One's a little older.

The younger one falls.

It doesn't really matter

what card you hold up,
that's all I see.

What?

When I was a boy growing up--
not far from here, actually--

my brother and I, we were out

way past when we
promised we'd be home,

and to get home, you had to go
over these railroad tracks.

So, we're running
as fast as we can,

trying to get home
before anybody notices,

and suddenly we realized,

"Oh, no, the train's coming,"
and that train,

it looked like it
was five miles long.

If you didn't
cross the tracks

by the time
the train went by,

you would be stuck
there forever.

So we raced, me and Kenny,
two years younger than me.

He fell just before the tracks.

Kenny.

Kenny Cardwell.

What happened?

You know what happened.

The train passed, he was gone.

A man came, took him.

Killed him.

Killed three other children
that summer, too,

but you know all that already,
don't you?

No.

Really.

It's all right here.

Who put you
up to this?

Nobody put me up to anything.

It's my dream.

I've been dreaming
about these boys

and this train.

I guess I've been
dreaming about you.

I would really appreciate it
if you'd leave now.

I really don't know
what to say.

( weather forecast
plays on TV in distance )

WEATHERCASTER:
...southeast Texas as well.

Right now,
you can see very heavy rain

near the 610 Loop and I-10
on the east side of town,

but there's also
some very heavy flooding...

Hey, I was watching that.

It's okay.

You're supposed to be a psychic.

You shouldn't even need
the Weather Channel.

It was a joke.
You can laugh later.

Look, the kids
are going

to be up in a couple of minutes.

Why don't you sneak
back into the bedroom,

while you still have a chance,

and try and
get some sleep.

I'll get them
off to school.

I'll tell them
you're sick.

No, no, no. I'm okay.

Beg to differ. Have you looked
at your eyes lately?

Bad? You should see
them from my side.

You don't actually have
to go into work today?

After I fell asleep
the other day? No.

In fact, I think
they're revoking my clearance

to get into the building.

( phone ringing )

Well, now the kids are up.

Who calls at 7:00
in the morning?

Hello?

Yeah, just a minute.

It's Dr. Cardwell.

Dr. Cardwell.

Mrs. Dubois.

I-I appreciate
you coming back.

Please.

When I had the opportunity
to reflect on what you said--

how you described your dream--
I realized that you referenced

the letters "J" and "O."

On the train.

On-On the locomotive.

Now, I went back
and double-checked.

I hadn't included that fact
in my account of the incident.

It's nowhere
in the book.

So, uh... I believe
I owe you an apology.

You already apologized
on the phone.

As I explained
when we first met,

what I really need...
is some help.

Actually, maybe we
can help each other.

If you'd be willing,
I'd love you to spend

some time in the lab.

I suspect that the more
we study your dream,

the clearer the message

will become, and my hunch is

that once that code is broken,
the dream will abate.

And how can I help you?

Well...

I keep thinking...

perhaps it's not an accident
that we met at that party,

that you're having this dream.

Whatever its message,
I can't help but wonder

if it's coming
from my little brother.

( thunder rumbling )

Look, the mayor's asking
a lot of questions--

questions that
I can't answer--

the most important being,
"Why isn't this kid

being hauled off
in a jumpsuit yet?"

I just want to make sure
we have everything we need.

Everything we need?
We have a confession.

What else could
we possibly need?

I just think there might
be more to it, that's all.

Well, you're wrong.
There is no more to it.

He did a bad thing.
People are angry.

Now we need
to put him away.

Tell the mayor I
get the message.

I just want to make sure
all our ducks are in a row

and I need a
little more time.

How much?

A couple of days.

I don't know if you've noticed,
but it's pouring outside.

I mention that
because the mayor

thinks of you as family.

The mayor thinks of you
as someone under his umbrella.

Don't take too much time.

We'd all hate
to see you get wet.

ALLISON: I don't know
what else to tell you.

It's big.
It-It's a train.

These boys are running
down a dirt road.

CARDWELL:
Open your eyes.

A... A dirt road?

-You're certain.
-Yeah. An old dirt road.

Why?

We grew up in Winslow.

It wasn't a metropolis,
but the roads were paved.

What about the time of day?

( thunder rumbles
in distance )

Just day. I don't
know what time it is.

The sun's out.

It's daytime.

It was dusk when Kenny
and I raced home.

It was the end of
a long summer day.

I remember because
it was getting

harder and harder to see.

I always thought
maybe that's why

he tripped and fell.

You know, if this is
a message of some kind,

if this is coming
from your brother--

he was, what, five or
six when it happened?

Maybe he doesn't remember
the time of day.

Maybe he actually
remembers a dirt road.

Maybe.
I-I don't know.

There are certain days--
the birth of your children,

your wedding day-- they're
just burned into your head.

The day I lost my brother--
the day my brother died--

I can tell you the shade
of green the grass was

under our feet as we ran.

I still remember
the smell of my pillowcase.

I cried into it for three days.

I remember... everything.

Whenever I go to a funeral,

I see the deceased.

They seem to
seek me out.

Would you like me to visit
your brother's grave?

There is no grave.

There was no body.

Three other kids
disappeared that summer

in that area.

They finally caught
the man who did it,

just before Halloween.

I remember hearing how
the father of one of the other

little boys shot him just as
he was being transferred

from the courthouse
to the jail.

Never did confess.

Never did tell anyone
where the bodies were.

Can I ask you
to do one more thing?

These things belonged

to my brother.
I was wondering

maybe you could
just go through them.

See if anything

comes to you.

Maybe Kenny...

will communicate
with me?

I've given this box to a number
of people over the years.

Has anyone ever gotten any...?

Did you

or your brother
have a nickname?

Like?

Like...

Buckles...

or Bucky or, or,
Buckley something?

( quietly ):
No...

You know what?

I'm sorry
I even mentioned it.

I'm exhausted.

Is there any way I could
take these things with me,

try and get some rest
and maybe try again later?

Sure.

Just got a call back from the
Department of Motor Vehicles.

You were right.

Chavo Galindo's family just
registered a new car

valued at over $35,000.

And from what we can tell,
the car wasn't financed.

You're saying
they paid cash.

Seems that way.

Hm. New car, expensive
defense attorney.

Must be pretty lucrative,
confessing to murder.

But why would
anyone do that,

even for all the money
in the world?

Hey, you're 14

and poor and someone
staring at life in prison

offers you and your
family more money

than they ever dreamed of?

And what are you looking at,

four, five years
in juvenile prison?

You come out,
you're a wealthy kid.

You've got important friends
in the neighborhood.

Starts to look like
a career path, doesn't it?

( thunder rumbling )

ALLISON: Come on, you plastic,
non-commissioned,

little bastard.

JOE: How long are you
going to do that?

Until I get something.

What if you don't get anything?

I'll get something.

I have to get something.

I'm not getting anything.

Allison, it's the weekend.

It's been raining
for a day and a half.

The girls are going
out of their minds.

How about we take them
to the movies?

Now?

Come on. I can't handle

the three of them by myself.
What do you say?

You've been staring
at Action Figure Andy

and "Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots"
all day.

When we get back, you can
stare at them some more.

Stop that.

What?

The movie hasn't
even started yet

and you're already sneaking
looks at your watch.

( fanfare playing )

ANNOUNCER: It was supposed to be
a search for their mother.

We're almost there.

I can't make it!

Shut up and run!

Am I awake?

What are you
talking about?

Of course you're awake.

But this summer,
Nate and David Carmichael

will find much more
than they bargained for.

Damn.

Hey.

Hi.

What you doing?

Just watching you.

What's the matter?

They all out of weather
on Channel 77?

Couldn't sleep.

3:17-- what a shock.

The train?

That, and I keep hearing

Cardwell's voice when
I called him on the phone

to tell him about
the coming attraction.

How'd he take it?

You know, he's a scientist.

You know how they are.

Mm. Just a bundle
of emotion, huh?

Very logical.

I should have known.

Then he reminded me
of all the inconsistencies

between my dream
and his memories.

Damn scientists. Damn logic.

But I could sense

his sadness, his disappointment.

I like to believe these things
come to me for a reason.

That there's a meaning
and a purpose to all of it.

But maybe that's just ego.

Maybe it's all random.

I dreamed a movie's
coming attraction.

And maybe that's all it is,

is a movie's coming attraction.

I'm happy to bargain,
I'm happy to be flexible.

What I'm not happy to be
is taken advantage of.

Well, remind your client

that the luxury yacht market
in Arizona

is limited at best,

and if this drags
on any longer,

I might just lose my yen
for buying his boat.

I'm sorry, I have
to go now.

Just think about what I said.

Manuel.

Nyles.

I'm happy for you--

you and the mayor.

Putting this messy business
to bed.

I meant to ask you
the other day--

how does an expensive piece
of manpower like you

come to represent
a fatherless boy

whose mother makes
$11 an hour?

This is America, Manny.

Everyone is entitled
to a vigorous defense.

And I live here, too.

I care about my community.

I'm sure you do.

It's 3:30.

Those news trucks out there

are going to want to hear
from us before Oprah signs off.

Let's talk numbers?

Absolutely.

Obviously,
we're looking

for what you're looking for.

That's why we're here.

That's why we confessed.

No trial, no muss,

no fuss.

We're thinking four years

in a juvenile institution,
no probation

and you expunge the charges
when he's released.

You've met the boy.

He's got a clean record.

Some dubious relatives,
but a clean record.

I truly believe this is
aberrant behavior,

and I truly believe this is
the appropriate punishment.

So, can we put
this to bed?

I'll certainly
think about it.

Excuse me?

Your client confessed
to the cold-blooded murder

of a pillar of the community.

I think that warrants
some thought.

I'll be in touch.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. Thanks for stopping by.

No. I'm glad
you called.

I felt very badly
about last week.

Obviously you were
feeling ill...

I haven't been sleeping and...

You first.

No... just...

Look, I could have
used your help, yes,

but at that moment,
for whatever reason,

you didn't have help
to give me. I understand.

But I'm hoping

today will be different.

What are these?

I have reason
to believe that

one of these four men
may be the one

who's bankrolling 14-year-old
Chavo Galindo's defense

and siphoning money

to his family.

It doesn't seem
unreasonable to suppose

that whoever's spending
hundreds of thousands of dollars

to implicate this boy

probably had a hand

in the killing
of Councilman Miguel Garcia.

And you were hoping...?

That you might
be able to tell me...

From these pictures?

I gotta tell you,
I'm still not at my best.

The sleeping thing
I was telling you about,

and for some reason

whenever I close
my eyes

I see this
movie train.

So you're not
getting anything?

No. I'm sorry.

Oh, well... It's okay.

At the end
of the day,

all I would've
been doing

is adding your hunch
to my own,

and it would take a lot more
than a couple of hunches

to stop this juggernaut.

Can I hold on to these?

Who knows, maybe tonight

everything will break open,
and...

Of course.

So what does the rest
of the day hold for you?

Gee, it looks like I could
still make story time.

Nice.

Well... wish me luck.

I feel a press conference
coming on.

Mm!

MAN: "Grizz Brickbottom
was the toughest cowboy

"ever to drive a herd of cattle
across the open range.

"Grizz was so tough

he could drink a quart
of Tabasco sauce a day."

This is a great idea.

"He flossed his teeth
with barbed wire at night..."

Marie's loving this.

I know. This is one
of Jason's favorite things, too.

"He kept a rattlesnake
in his bedroll

to cool his feet
at night."

You know,
I can just see it now.

I'm going to be buying
cowboy stuff

for the next
year and a half.

Not us. We'll be
buying ponies.

Ponies.

WOMAN:
Can I help you?

"Based on a novel

by Ken Buckley."

Buckley?

Buckley?

Kamala, can you excuse
me a second?

Yeah.

Okay, let's look at this...

"Based on a novel

by Ken Buckley."

Next, please.

"Ken Buckley was born
in 1964

"and still lives in
rural Holbrook, Arizona,

"not far from the
railroad tracks,

"where he grew up hearing
the stories

"of the lives forever altered

"by the mighty locomotives

that would pass through
his town."

Ken Buckley...

Kenny Cardwell.

JOE:
What you doing?

Looking up something on the map.

Making a break for it, huh?

No matter where
you go, Allison,

I will find you.

Holbrook.

Where Ken Buckley lives.

Looks to be about
70 miles away.

So?

So I'm going to drive
there tomorrow.

You mean today.

Mm-hmm.

After I take the kids
to school

and drop Marie off
at day care.

See if maybe I can talk
to Ken Buckley.

See if there's
any way possible

he's Kenny Cardwell.

Remember what that doctor
said about my dream?

That the dream
would abate

the more I understood
its message.

Well, the funny thing is,

after I saw
the coming attraction,

as disappointing as it was
for Dr. Cardwell,

it kind of helped my sleeping.

Really?
It's 4:00 in the morning.

Exactly.

And I slept over four hours.

I only had
the train dream three times.

It's not perfect yet,
but it's getting better.

I feel like I'm getting closer.

( grunts ):
Wha...?

Is that the best
you can do, "Wha...?"

What do you want
me to say?

It's 4:00 in the morning.

I don't know-- good luck.

I mean, think about it.

What's the downside?

So, I knock
on this guy's door.

So, he opens it.

And he's black
or he's really young

or he's really old
or he isn't even there

'cause he moved
to California

to be closer to his
seven brothers and sisters,

who he's been close to
all his life.

And I say, "I'm sorry,
my mistake."

But at least
I'm doing something.

At least I'm chasing
the train

and the train's
not chasing me.

You know what?
Good luck.

Thank you.

Come on, you know
it's 4:00 in the morning?

We should be in bed.

( chuckles )

( pops lips )

( laughing )

Morning.

Morning.

I'm looking for Ken Buckley.

He's not here right now.

He'll be back soon.

But he's not here right now.

Okay, maybe I'll go get a cup
of coffee and I'll come back.

I know you're tired.

I know you haven't slept.

And I'm sorry I haunted
your dreams.

But I haven't slept
in almost 20 years.

For 20 years,

I stood outside
the gates of Heaven

feeling nothing but
the heat of hell beneath me,

calling me home.

I know I'm a bad person.

I know I've done
bad things.

But I need
to put this to rest.

I need your help.

Mr. District Attorney,

I was starting to think
you'd forgotten about us.

Oh, I'm a lot of things,
but forgetful isn't one of them.

Please, have a seat.

So.

-So.
-I've given your client's

-situation a great deal
of thought. -I'm sure.

And here's what
I'd like to propose.

16 years. Arizona State
Correctional Facility.

That, of course, assumes

that your client
stands by his confession

and the state avoids
the expense of a trial.

But I...

With all due respect,
Manuel, that is not a deal.

That is a maximum sentence.

No. The maximum sentence
for murder one

is death by injection.

The more likely sentence
is life in prison.

And that's what
I'm guessing he'll get

if we try him as an adult,

which we're prepared to do.

At least, this way,
he gets out when he's 30.

It's not nearly as bad
as it sounds.

They say it's the new 20.

But he's confessed.

Yes, he did.

And in great detail.

Which is the only reason
I'm even entertaining

this generous deal
I'm proposing.

Come on, Chavo.

Think about it.

Whatever you're getting
for this,

is it worth what you're
going get for this?

Who was it?

It w...

Who was who?

District Attorney Devalos,
I really do need you

to address all
your questions to me.

I did this on my own.

Do... not... speak!

Is that your final offer?

It's my only offer.

And in my opinion,
if you're interested

in doing what's best for your
client, you'll accept it.

I'm sorry, son,

but taking the rap
for murder is not,

nor will it ever be,
a career opportunity

in the city of Phoenix.

If you decide to rethink
your confession,

your attorney has my number.

( indistinct conversation )

Mr. Buckley?

Can I help you?

I don't know.

I'm actually here
on behalf of your mother,

or the woman who brought
you up, I mean.

I'm sure you're mistaken.

My mother, the woman
who brought me up,

she's been dead for
quite sometime now.

Since 1985.

I know.

I'm also here on behalf
of your brother.

Ma'am, I don't know who
you are or what you want,

but I don't have a brother.

Well, yeah, you do and you
wrote about him in your book.

Ken?

Does the name "Cardwell"
ring a bell?

Does it?

No.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Tell me that name again.

It was a story my mom
told me all the time

about two boys running.

The youngest one falls just
before he reaches the tracks

and a kind woman finds him...

Mr. Buckley, that story
is your story.

I don't know
what you mean.

Connie Buckley,
the woman who raised you...

My mother.

Her son, the one
she gave birth to,

died of scarlet fever
when he was seven months old.

His death
devastated her.

She became despondent

and morose,
her husband left her.

My father died
when I was a baby.

Then, one day, she got a gift.

The gift was a little boy.

And unlike the boy in your story
or the movie they made from it,

he was barely four years old.

She took you home...

just for dinner
at first.

Then she decided that
you were hers to keep.

As luck would have it,
you came into her life

during a summer
where three other children

met a far less pleasant fate

at the hands of someone
even more twisted than Connie.

The two of you lived
in Nevada for two years,

then you moved back here.

She told you she
was your mother.

Every day she'd tell you,
every day you'd cry.

Until one day,
you just didn't cry anymore.

This brother of mine
you say you're working for...

He'd very much like to meet you.

Everything that I've told you
is a matter of public record--

the death of Connie's son,

all the stories
from when you went missing.

I know it's
a lot to digest.

When you're ready...

call.

Oh, and by the way...

Connie Buckley,
the woman who raised you?

She wanted you to know
that she truly loved you.

And she's truly sorry.

JOE:
Allison?

Allison?

Hey, babe, it's 7:30.

You overslept.

Oh, my God,
I slept through the night.

And did we, perchance,
dream of trains?

Not once.

Planes, buses?
Any form of transit?

Mm-mm.

Cool. I could use a hand.
Marie wet her bed.

Kenny?

Can you ever forgive me?

What are you
talking about?

I tripped, man.

I tripped.

I am so sorry.

( arcade games pinging )

You got another dollar
I could borrow?

No.

Wait a minute,
what time is it?

Uh, 9:35.

Damn.
This guy made me promise

I'd be where no one
could see me by 9:00.

We gotta go, man.

( beeping )

( mumbles quietly )

( dialing )

( ringing )

Hello.

So sorry to call
in the middle of the night,

but suddenly
it all became clear.

Slow down, Allison.

Start at the beginning.

Okay. Sorry.

I'm sorry, it's just...
it's just, I just had a dream

about your 14-year-old murderer.

I saw where he was
when he was supposed to be

killing the councilman.

He was at a video arcade.

And not only that, but there
was a security camera,

-and I'm betting...
-Allison...

that if we look at the security
tapes of the day in question

Allison.
-and look at the time stamp...

We sent Chavo

to a medium security facility,

pending trial, two days ago.

His first night there,

he was stabbed to death
by an inmate

who wanted his toothbrush.

Allison?

You okay?

Yeah.

Sure. I guess so.

Listen, I'm going
to go back to sleep.

How about you?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe not.