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ALLISON:
I have a theory.

Everyone who has ever lived
has thoughts and experiences

that they carry with them
their entire lives.

Most people think
these thoughts and experiences

die with the person
when they pass on.

But I believe
there are certain individuals

who are especially sensitive

to the thoughts of the living
and the dead.

Now if you buy into my theory,

that means there's a kind of

collective consciousness
out there,

a kind of giant filing cabinet

filled with all the thoughts
of everyone who has ever lived

just floating around waiting
to be received by someone.

( explosions )

( gasps )

And the challenge
for people like me

would seem to be

how do you sort
through the din?

How do you know

which of the millions of voices
to listen to?

Normally it's not a problem.

I hear one voice at a time,
see one vision at a time.

And whatever
I'm hearing or seeing

is usually being shown to me
for some important reason--

a crime,

a missing person,

a crisis of the heart.

Except when I get sick,

and I start taking medicine.

Then there's no telling

whose head
I'm going to pop into

or out of.

MAN:
Off with her head.

MAN 2:
Down with Versailles.

MAN 3:
Let her eat cake.

Ungrateful bastards.

Have you actually tried cake?

It's not like I said, "Let them
eat brussels sprouts."

( gasps )

What's going on?

You okay?

( congested ):
Yeah, I'm okay.

I just have a sore throat.

BRIDGETTE: Say "donuts" again.
Say "donuts" again.

( congested ):
Dodut. Dodut, dodut, dodut.

( Bridgette laughing )

JOE:
What are you doing out of bed?

I'm standing.

It's good.

When I was laying there,
I couldn't breathe.

The alarm goes off,
I pour cereal.

It's Pavlovian.

You still have
a temperature.

Did you take your medicine yet?

I don't like it.

It makes me sleepy, and
then I have weird dreams.

Really?

You? How can you tell?

Ha, ha, ha.

You know,
you don't take your medicine,

you're never going
to shake this thing.

I know.

Believe me, once everyone's
fed and out of here,

I am going to park myself
on that couch,

have lots of fluids
and watch lots of TV.

And take your medicine.

And take my medicine.

( shutters )

MAN ( on TV ):
Up next on TV Time Capsule,

it's I Married A Mind Reader

starring
real-life husband and wife

Abigail Marsh and Henry Stoller.

( theme music playing )

Oh, my gosh.

( TV audience applaudes )

( TV audience applaudes )

Oh, Henry.

You're home early.

Happy Anniversary.

And here I was starting
to think you'd forgotten.

Me? Never.

Go ahead, open it.

( gasps )

Oh, Henry, they're beautiful.

Aren't they though?

HENRY ( to self ):
Real imitation pearls.

Saved myself a bundle

and she'll never
know the difference.

( laugh track )

( chuckles )

Henry, you shouldn't have.

( to self ):
You can say that again.

( laugh track )

Only the best for you, honey.

-Let's try them on.
-( phone rings )

Yeah.

( turns down TV )

Hello?

JOE ( on phone ):
Hey, it's me.

Hey, Me.

Listen, I just spoke
to the Perellis and Valerie said

I could drop the girls off
with her after school

so you can get a break.

No, it's okay,
you don't have to.

Um, it's done,
so thank me later.

Um, what are you doing?

Resting, I hope.

Absolutely.

You're not going to believe
what I just stumbled across--

this show
I used to love when I was a kid,

I Married a Mind Reader.

You're kidding,
there's a show like that?

I'm suing
for invasion of privacy.

Come on, you never heard of it?

It's an old show from the '60s.

It starred Abigail Marsh
and Henry Stoller?

You know,
they were married in real life.

( feigns snoring )

Hey.

Okay, I've heard of it, I guess.

Um, wasn't that, like,
years before you were born?

I used to watch the reruns.

They haven't shown them
in years.

I guess because of the scandal.

Oh, okay, I'll ask--

What scandal?

Henry Stoller, the husband?

At the height
of the show's popularity,

he shot his wife to death.

I'll bet that hurt the comedy.

Okay.

I can hear how bored you are,
but this is serious.

Until I found out

that he killed his wife,

I had the biggest crush on him.

Oh, well, who am I to stand
in the way of true love?

( laughs softly )

I'll just let you two
get reacquainted.

Oh, it's so nice to have
a husband who understands.

All right.
Say "hi" to Henry for me.

What do you know?

He says "hi" back.

( turns up volume )

Oh, honey, you
look beautiful.

So tell me,
where did you get them?

Why Tiffany's, of course.

They'll need
to be insured.

Why don't I take them
into the city tomorrow

and have them appraised?

( to self ):
Oh, boy, my goose is cooked now.

( laugh track )

Tell you what.

Why don't I do it,
save you the trip?

I'm sorry, give me that again.

( Henry clears throat )

You know what?

Why don't I do it,
save you the trip?

That's not it.

What, that's not what?

-I'm lost.
-For God's sake, Abigail.

I need a script.

Dorothy,
where's my script?

Dorothy?

Here you are, Mrs. Marsh.

Thank you, dear.

I've got it.

From your line.

DIRECTOR:
Quiet everyone.

And we're rolling.

And...

...action.

I'll take them in,
save you a trip to the city.

I have a better
idea, darling.

I'll come into town for lunch

and afterwards
we can take them in together.

DIRECTOR:
And cut!

Fabulous, Abby.

Great work, Henry.

All right, people,

that's a wrap.

Damn you, Henry.

You do it on purpose.

What's what?

Change the damn lines.

Oh, lover, just trying
to keep things fresh.

Well,
it throws me off.

Why don't we just stick
to the damn script.

HENRY:
All right.

Come here.

It says here it's time to go
to the Dresden for drinks.

Now we're on the same page.

Mmm.

ABIGAIL:
Give me ten minutes.

Why don't you come
along, Dorothy?

-Me?
-Sure.

Ever been to the Dresden?

No, I didn't think
someone like me

could even get in.

Well, you'll like it.

-It's fun.
-Okay.

Good.

You can help me with
my nails in the car.

( dance music playing )

Oh, darling, did I tell you?

The network called and asked

if we'd like to participate
in the opening ceremonies

at the New York World's Fair
next year.

Mm.

DOROTHY:
That's exciting.

I heard that's going
to be amazing.

Yeah.

I love that sort of thing.

Progress.

The future.

Something wrong, dear?

You two.

You're so excited.

One of the advantages

of being ever so
slightly older

is that you realize that

the future is nothing more
than another today.

It's just that
when you get there

you have more yesterdays
behind you

and fewer tomorrows
to look forward to.

That's my Abigail.

( laughs )

Her glass
is perpetually half empty.

-( Henry clears throat )
-( gasps )

ABIGAIL:
There's Sean Connery.

Wow!

Boy,

I'd like to be his cigarette.

Yeah, they talked
to me about James Bond.

Locked into

our television show.

Couldn't get out.

( chuckling )

I wouldn't want to.

Gee, Mr. Stoller,
you would've been amazing

in that part.

Well, we'll never know.

Oh, please, you
don't have

to stroke his ego,
Dorothy.

His ego,

along with every
other part of him,

has been stroked quite
enough in this lifetime.

Well, thank you
for bucking me up, darling.

Now, if you two ladies
will excuse me,

I do believe
I see my agent

sitting across the room.

And he has to be nice to me.

I pay him ten percent.

Excuse me.

Have you ever been in love,
Dorothy?

I don't know, Mrs. Marsh.

I guess not.

It's the ultimate performance.

I need to visit the powder room.

Would you excuse me?

You're excused.

( gasps )

God, you scared me.

See, I remembered
you like it scary.

You like it dangerous.

-Really?
-Really.

God, seriously, aren't you
afraid someone will see?

No. You?

God, I hate her.

I wish she was dead.

Don't say that.

America loves her.

So what's the problem?

They can love her
when she's dead.

Didn't hurt
Jimmy Dean's career.

Now you're scaring me.

Good.

Oh... what are you doing?

Dorothy?

C'mon...

What are you doing?

ARIEL:
What are you doing?

Mom...

Are you okay?

Mom...

Mommy, are you okay?

Mom... are you okay?

Wow.

Talk about a fever.

What are you looking for
this hour of the night?

Drugs from Canada?

A fast and convenient way
out of credit card debt?

Ah.

A thicker, longer penis?

Ew.

( chuckles )

Who's that?

My preteen crush,

Henry Stoller, one of the stars

of I Married a Mind Reader.

Hmm.

I had a torrid little scene
with him this afternoon

while you were picking the girls
up from school.

Really? The famous wife killer?

You two got together,

and he rubbed Vapo Rub
on your chest?

( laughs )

This guy's got to be, like,
100 by now, right?

He's 84, but it was this Henry,

the young one, that I...

You don't want to know.

Uh-huh.

Um, so what are we talking here?

Some-Some kind of a dream?

Answer slowly,

'cause I want to remember this

so that I can repeat it
to a divorce lawyer

in the morning.

I don't know.
I was watching TV,

and then next thing I knew,
I worked there.

Making the show.

My name was Dorothy.

I told you this medicine
had a strange effect on me.

I have a confession to make.

I had a dream once.

It was after I saw
Fast Times at Ridgemont High.

It involved Phoebe Cates.

Oh.

There. Now you know everything.

Dirty boy.

Here's the weird thing.

You can't possibly say
that with a straight face.

When I was on that I Married
a Mind Reader Web site,

I looked at the credits
for the show,

and it said "Assistant
to Mrs. Marsh,

Dorothy Graybridge."

Dorothy. That's who I was.

-Dorothy Graybridge.
-Mm-hmm.

I didn't make her up.

She's a real person.

Okay. So obviously,
you saw her name

on the credits
of the show,

and it stuck in your
subconscious and...

I don't think so.

I don't remember
seeing the credits.

Okay. So, what's
your explanation?

You had an
imaginary hot time

swapping phlegm with
a guy you've never met,

but had a thing for
since you were 12.

Where are you going
with this, Allison?

You're right.

I don't know.

You're right, you're right.

I think you're right.

Say banana.

Badana, badana, badana.

-( laughs )
-I mean,

why can't I have a dream
that's just a dream?

Why does everything have
to mean something?

There you go.

Say toothpaste.

Doothpaste, doothpaste,
doothpaste.

( laughs )

Yeah.

I think that's what it was.

It was just a dream.

Just some crazy, hot
kind of dream.

Did you have a bad dream, Mom?

No.

( laughs ):
I'm just taking this medication.

Say toilet paper.

Stop it!

That is totally obnoxious.
You're obnoxious.

Uh, uh.

BRIDGETTE:
Why? Cause I said toilet paper?

Toilet paper's not bad.

It's natural.

Right, Mommy?

ARIEL:
Dad?

Okay. Enough about toilet paper.

Okay? I'm driving you
guys to school again today,

so, let's wash up

and get going.

The only thing is
that Dorothy thing.

I explained that.

Right.

Saw it, retained it,
used it in my dream.

( inhales and exhales deeply )

Ew!

( cup clattering )

Thanks so much for helping me
with this, Marilyn.

I've always wanted to throw
a surprise party for Abigail.

Ah.

The ballroom
at the Roosevelt Hotel?

Well, that sounds
like a fine idea.

Why don't we meet there
in half an hour and have a look?

I'm just going

to dash off
and do a few errands.

Be back
in a couple of hours.

All right, dear.

HENRY:
Perfect! I can spend an hour

with Marilyn at the hotel,

and she won't even know
I was gone!

( TV audience chuckles )

ABIGAIL: So, what is it
you're doing today, darling?

HENRY:
Oh, it's so, uh,

beautiful out, I-I thought
I might go hit

a bucket of balls.

Aha. That sounds
like a fine idea.

MAN:
Give me that again, Abby.

This time, uh, play it

a little more hurt.

You know what?

I'd really rather not.

Did I not give you

the right line, darling?

You're always
giving me a line, Henry.

Is there anything I
can do, Mrs. Marsh?

Is there anything you can't?

I guess
I'm not feeling very well.

If you have what you need,
I'd really like to go home.

Of course,
Mrs. Marsh.

That's a wrap.

Would you like me
to drive you, dear?

I'll be fine.

That's why
we have a driver, darling.

I'll gather your
things and meet you

in the limo,
Mrs. Marsh.

That won't be necessary.

I'm gonna go home and rest.

Perhaps Mr. Stoller could use
a hand this afternoon.

Actually, Dorothy,

why don't you come by the house
tonight

around 7:00?
You and I can run lines

together.

Of course, Mrs. Marsh.

7:00.

( exhales )

I just know, she knows.

Okay.

DOROTHY:
Come on, let's get this

over with.

I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

I can't go in there.

I know it has to be done.

I know there's no other way,
but I...

I-I can't be there.

I can't do it with you.

But you want this, too, right?

You're the one who said
that she was a monster.

-Yeah.
-You're the one who said

that she and the show
are holding you back.

Yeah.

You're the one who said
that your future was with me.

Yeah,

all that's true...

but I can't.

Well then, I'll just have
to do it myself.

( gunshot )

( screaming ):
Henry!

( gasps, panting )

Hi.

Good Morning. Hey, I didn't
expect to see you today.

I heard
you weren't feeling well.

I'm feeling much better, thanks.

I really need to see him.

You killed her?

Well, not me. Dorothy.

Dorothy Graybridge.

The woman that I was being
in my dream

or my vision or whatever.

I see.

And... why do I care?

You sound like my husband.

I'm sorry. I don't
mean to offend you.

And there's no one who believes

in getting to the truth
more than I do,

but you're talking
over 40 years ago.

All these people
could well be dead.

And I don't hear a hue and cry
to reopen this case,

and I'm guessing

this all took place
in California.

I'm not even licensed
to practice law in California.

I know that.

But if you could just
get someone

to see if these people
are alive.

Dorothy or Henry.

I would really like to see them.

JOE:
California?

You're going to California?

Well, they haven't found Dorothy
yet, but it turns out

that Henry Stoller
is still alive

and he's in prison there.

And Devalos

pulled some strings
and arranged for me

to meet with him
tomorrow.

Great. Maybe
you could bring along one

of your old stuffed animals,

-and you can get him to sign it
for you. -That's not nice.

Good. It wasn't meant to be.

The guy's been in prison
for the last 40 years.

Hey, I've been taking

the kids back and forth
to school all week.

-Oh, so that's what this is?
-I didn't kill anyone.

Joe is feeling tired.

That came out
the wrong way.

What I meant to say was,
you just

-You pick them up from school.
-got over being sick-- if,

-Valerie's gets them from there.
-in fact, you're really over it.

-Then you swing by and pick them
up... -She has a long way to go.

...when you're coming
back from work.

It's an awful lot
of trouble to go to...

...make sure Ariel
does her math homework...

give Marie her ear drops...

...reaction to some
bad medication...?

You know what, if you
did this every day

for the next five years
we still wouldn't be even.

( sighs )

What am I doing? If you have
to go, you have to go.

Thank you.

Hey, if your boss thinks
this is worthy of a plane trip

and a hotel room...

Actually, he's not
paying for it.

Excuse me?

It's not official business.

It didn't even happen
in the state of Arizona.

Wait a second,
who's paying for the ticket?

-Who's paying for the hotel?
-We are.

I'm using some of the money

that I've been making.

( car horn honks )

That's my cab.

Could you get the girls

so I could say good-bye
to them please?

I'm sorry?

You are?

Mr. Stoller...
I'm Allison Dubois.

I'm with the District Attorney's
office in Phoenix, Arizona.

Strange.

You look familiar.

But I don't know
anyone in Arizona.

Of course, I don't know anyone
anywhere anymore.

Thank you for meeting
with me today.

I want you to know

it's such an honor to meet you.

I used to watch you
on television.

They're starting to show
them again, you know.

The reason
that I'm here today, is...

I've been investigating
your wife's murder...

and I believe there's been
a gross miscarriage of justice.

With your help, I think
we can reopen the case

and get to the truth.

Miss...

I'm sorry, I... I just can't
hold names in my head anymore.

As much as I'd like
to say that were true,

I'm afraid it just isn't.

There's been no
miscarriage of justice.

I was properly tried,
and convicted

a long, long time ago.

I know that you confessed
to her murder, but...

What else is there to know?

I shot my wife in cold blood.

There's not a day goes by

that I don't wish
I could undo it,

but I can't.

I'm an old man.

And frankly,
this is not something

that I wish to discuss.

Thank you for the visit,

but I... I'm really rather
tired right now.

( cell door opening )

I feel like a jackass.

Well, unfortunately,

I don't know where to buy
a good jackass in California,

so I think you're just
plumb out of luck.

Don't you do that--
don't you be nice,

don't you be funny,
not when I've been so...

How did it go in Alcatraz,

or Folsom, or wherever
the hell it is you are?

Oh, Joe...

The dream you dreamt is not
the life he lived?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So how are the girls?

Happy. Eating pizza.

Pizza?
What about my lasagna?

I'm just hazarding
a guess here,

but when you said 15 minutes,

you meant the "oven"
oven, right?

not the microwave?

So, anyway, I guess
I'll fly home tonight.

Now listen, the District
Attorney's office called here

and they said that they found
that Dorothy Graybridge

you were looking for.

I left the address
at your hotel.

So, if you wanted to stay over
and maybe try

and see her tomorrow.

I got this completely under
control here.

See, there you go again--
being nice.

May I help you?

I was wondering if
it might be possible

to speak with
Dorothy Graybridge?

Oh, are you family?

No, no, I'm more like
a distant acquaintance.

Oh, I'm sorry,

but Miss Graybridge
passed away yesterday.

She did?

I'm terribly sorry.
If you want to leave

your phone number,
I could give it to the family

and see if anyone's interested
in talking to you.

No, no, no. I didn't really
know her that way.

I just wanted to ask her
about a TV show

she used to work on.

I Married a Mind Reader?

We know all about that.

You know, she'd been

in a deep coma for
that past six weeks.

But when we heard they were
showing that series again,

we started to turn on

her TV every afternoon

and turn
the volume up.

Now I don't know whether
or not she could hear it,

but I'm here to tell you,
her brain wave activity--

when that show was playing

it spiked like crazy.

-Really?
-Yeah.

( phone ringing )

Would you excuse me?

MAN: I'll be back
for the rest tomorrow.

Excuse me, sir?

I'm sorry.

Are you speaking
to me?

I am perplexed,
young lady.

Did we not
speak yesterday?

What could possibly be different
other than that I'm a day older.

I met your son.

The son that you had

with Dorothy Graybridge.

He told you that?

He told you he was my son?

No.

In fact, it was clear to me

that he has no idea
that you are his father.

The doctor said
that she died peacefully

yesterday morning.

Although I'm not so sure.

You didn't kill your wife,
did you?

I didn't even know
Dorothy had a gun.

I had no idea
that was in the cards.

All I knew
was that she was pregnant,

and we were in love...

and she was determined
to tell Abigail.

Okay, come on,
let's get this over with.

I'm sorry.
I can't do it.

Well, then I'll just have
to do it myself.

( gunshot )

( woman screaming )

( woman screaming )

Oh, my...

I-I-I didn't do this.

It's not what you think.

Oh...

What?

I know it looks crazy.

It is crazy, but...

( gasping )

You believe me...

don't you?

Let's not worry about
what I believe.

Let's worry about what the
police are going to believe.

What are you doing?

Why are you doing that?

Get out of here, Dorothy.

Go somewhere.

Have our baby.

What... what about us?

What about our future?

I'm taking care of our future.

I'm going to call the police
and confess.

You just promise me one thing.

You'll never tell
our child about any of this.

You'll never tell
our child about me...

or any of this.

HENRY:
"Just promise me...

"that you'll never tell
our child about me,

"or any of this.

Just promise me."

So you took the blame.

The only honorable thing
I've done in my entire life.

Please, I beg you--

don't take that away
from me now.

( sighs )

I know you.

I'm not sure

that's necessarily something
you want to brag about.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

For what it's worth,
you sound better.

I mean, I don't hear
your cold anymore.

Yes, I seem
to have stumbled upon

an amazing cure.

First, you have
to investigate a murder

that no one cares about,

but you got to be sure
to arrive

just as the guilty party dies.

And yet, still in time
for the falsely imprisoned

to tell you
to leave them the hell alone.

( chuckles )

Hey, whatever it takes.

I missed you.

I missed you.

Dorothy Graybridge...

Hmm.

She was in a coma.

I'm guessing she knew
she was close to death.

And every day
the people at the nursing home

would turn on the show
and play it in her room.

She must have carried
that guilty secret

her whole life.

Hearing the show
brought back memories,

and me with my crazy
thought antenna.

You must have
just snatched it

out of the air
every day.

You were watching
the show,

she was hearing
the show.

I knew what everybody
looked like

except Dorothy,
so I made Dorothy look like me.

So what was the point?

What do you mean?

There has to be a point.

Whenever I see
these things,

it's for a reason.

But this time?

Hey, you got me.

You can't prove
he's innocent.

And even if you could,
he doesn't want you to.

Maybe it's what
you said last week.

Maybe it's just
a dream...

a nightmare.

It came to you
for noparticular reason at all.

Hmm.

( TV playing static )

Don't do that.

I like that light.

The sound is hideous.

You keep that off,

but I like that light,

that white light.

Switch it back on, would you?

I heard you talking
in the bedroom earlier.

You don't look
anything like her, by the way.

Dorothy?

The woman who murdered you?

Dorothy committed any number
of sins,

but murder wasn't one of them.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

I didn't really

ask Dorothy
to come over to the house

that night to run lines with me.

Look at the television.

( knocking )

Mrs. Marsh? It's Dorothy.

( knocking )

Mrs. Marsh?

Come in, Dorothy.

I'm sorry
I didn't get up to let you in.

I guess I'm still not feeling
a hundred percent.

Mrs. Marsh, there's something
I need to talk to you about.

Oh?

I just...

I want you to know

that I genuinely appreciate
the opportunity

you've given me with this job,

but something has happened.

Something I never could
have anticipated.

My goodness.

I mean, the last thing
in the world

I would want to do

is hurt you,

but, but you need
to know the truth.

And the truth is,
Henry and I...

Henry?

Henry and I have fallen in love.
and...

And?

And we're going to have a baby.

I see.

Well...

Actually, Dorothy,

I have a confession to make--

I knew that.

Are you all right,
Dorothy?

Something the matter?

I don't know.

What is that?

That? That's where
you shot me, dear.

About three minutes
before you got here.

Now you're going
to shoot me again.

No!

( grunting )

-No!
-( gunshot )

( gasping )

Henry!

I didn't do it.

It's not what
you think.

Oh, my God.

Wait a second.

So you want me to believe
it was you?

That you would do that
to yourself?

But why?

Have you ever been in love,
Mrs. Dubois?

I am in love, Mrs. Marsh.

But what if you were
the only one?

What if you were in love...
alone?

And what if you had lymphoma
and nobody knew about it?

Not even your
husband?

I'd been seeing
a doctor in Nevada.

I didn't want anyone to know.

Not the studios,
not the network.

There was no treatment for it...
back then.

Finally, the tests came back.

He gave me three months.

Three short months.

And I wanted
to tell Henry.

I was planning on it.

I was.

But then when I found out
about him and Dorothy...

found out about the baby...

I need you to do something
for me, Mrs. Dubois.

Hey, what's going on?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to frighten you.

I... I think I have
to go back

to California tomorrow.

( sighs )

What am I looking
at here, young lady?

Why are you here again?!

Those are your wife's
medical records.

She was dying
of a terminal illness.

And this...

is a receipt for a gun

that she purchased
two days before her death.

Oh, my God...

I had no idea.

How did you find this?

A friend of the family's
pointed me towards

a safety deposit box
in Nevada.

The point is...

with this information,

I'm fairly certain
that we could reopen your case.

If we can demonstrate

that Abigail took her own life

and if you're willing
to recant your confession,

you could go free.

I'm an old man.

What does it matter now?

It may not matter to you,

but I asked someone
to come here with me

to whom it will matter
a great deal.

Thank you.

Dorothy?

Ma'am?

We can't have you
loitering in the hallway.

I-I was just talking to...

Ma'am?