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How you doing?

Tired, right?

Sleepy?

That's okay.

Just relax. Go with it.

Close your eyes if you want.

Lay down back there.

It's okay with me.

( siren wailing )

Damn.

You want to see your mommy, you don't say anything.

( tapping on window )

Just go to sleep.

License and registration, please.

What do you got back here?

My niece. Heading home from the circus.

OFFICER: Sorry.

Somebody looks tired.

Somebody wants to get home and into bed.

You've got a rear taillight that's nonfunctional.

I'm going to look the other way this time,

'cause it appears to me like you got some

urgent business in the back seat.

Thank you, Officer.

But I'm gonna need some assurance

you'll take care of this first thing tomorrow.

Absolutely. You have my word, Officer.

All right. Let's get this little lady

back home and into bed.

She can barely keep her eyes open.

* *

* *

( child coughing )

( coughing and gagging )

( coughing )

Are you all right?

Do you need anything?

I'll get you some water.

No. I'm all right.

God. I hope you're not getting sick again.

Not with my mother coming to visit.

( cartoons playing on TV )

( sighs ): Ham?

Ham. Hmm.

Okay. I know what that means.

That's your "no" voice.

Well, no. It's not "no".

I just don't think my mother is really a ham person.

More of a veal person.

A fish person, actually.

Fish?

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

We don't really have veal kids.

We don't have fish kids.

We have ham kids.

We have chicken finger kids.

Maybe we could make some fish and some chicken fingers.

Forget I said that.

I will.

( cartoons playing indistinctly on TV )

Honey, what are you doing?

I'm building a fort.

It's where I'm gonna sleep so Grandma can have my bed.

What's the matter?

Couch not good enough for you anymore?

BRIDGETTE: This is better.

I don't know.

We may want to have a nice dinner in there,

-it being the dining room and all. -Please?

Come on. When's the last time we used the dining room?

Yay!

( sighs )

Veal... fish...

This week is going to kill me.

( gasps )

Tell me about it.

You can't do that.

Sure, I can. You're my daughter-in-law.

You're married to my son.

It's not like you're naked or anything.

Besides, we need to talk.

No, we don't. I have to go to work.

I have to take a shower.

And you're dead. Now, go away!

Relax. Take it from someone who's

been there before.

Take it from someone

who's seen their life flash before their eyes.

There's nothing as important as family.

What are you talking about?

You were a workaholic father who ignored his son.

You left your wife for another woman.

And the whole time you were alive,

you never once visited your grandchildren.

Yeah? So? It's never too late to change.

Oh... Out!

Out!

Excuse me?

You all right?

I don't know.

I'll let you know a week from now.

MAN: I don't know how familiar

this office is with Project Defender,

but through the use of modern DNA examination,

and the implementation

of other cutting-edge crime assessment tools,

we've been responsible for the freeing of many prisoners

erroneously sentenced to long-term incarceration

and, in some cases, even death.

I'm very familiar with your work.

What is it that brings you to Phoenix?

Beginning last year, the project received

a series of letters from an inmate

at the Springville Correctional Institute

claiming wrongful conviction.

Are you familiar with

a Mr. Owen Butler? He's currently serving...

A life sentence for the murder of Clancy Donovan in 1995.

I'm well aware of the case. I prosecuted it myself.

Now, please don't misunderstand. We're not

necessarily alleging prosecutorial misconduct here.

No. Of course not.

You suspect I made an honest mistake.

On the record, the Mayor's office would like you

both to know that he supports the work

of your project, and he's happy to do anything he can to help.

Please let His Honor know that we

-appreciate that. -Well, now that

it's clear that we're all friends...

I'm all for exonerating

the innocent, but when it comes to Owen Butler,

I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree.

Are we? Court transcript shows

you were never able to establish any real connection

between Mr. Butler and the victim.

I beg to differ.

Both men in question were illegal drug users.

It seemed quite clear to both the judge and the jury

that Mr. Butler broke into that apartment looking for drugs.

No. I beg to differ. You had no witnesses

to place him near the crime scene.

True. But, as I recall, he couldn't account

for his whereabouts at the time of the shooting, either.

I mean, it's not as if his alibi didn't check out.

He simply had none.

The man was so incapacitated by his drug habit

he had no idea where he was an hour

before being questioned,

much less at the time of the shooting.

Be that as it may,

there's still no forensic evidence

to indicate he was ever in that apartment--

no fingerprints, no DNA evidence-- nothing.

Yes, I know. Nothing except

a .38 caliber slug that passed through

Mr. Donovan's skull

and embedded itself in the wall of his apartment--

a .38 caliber slug that matched the gun

that we found in the trunk of Butler's car.

True.

It still doesn't prove he was the one

that pulled the trigger.

I'm sorry.

I prosecuted this case almost ten years ago,

and a jury of 12 citizens found Mr. Butler guilty.

Now, if you've uncovered some evidence

that shows somehow we got it wrong,

I'm happy to hear it.

If not, I need to get on with my day.

Yes. That'll do.

Mr. District Attorney?

They're on a fishing expedition.

Fine. Then let's let them fish.

Just so they don't go to the press

and claim we're stonewalling.

I mean, as long as you're completely confident

the case against Butler is going to hold up,

this shouldn't be a problem.

You're right. There is no problem.

Excellent. And I'll be sure

and share that with the Mayor.

DEVALOS: Butler lost his job as a landscaper back in '93,

when he was picked up for indecent exposure.

Took to petty theft

to finance a worsening drug habit.

Ended up shooting a man execution-style

during a bungled robbery.

He's ten years into a life sentence at Springville.

Sounds pretty open and shut.

It was. And why they're choosing to reopen

this particular can of worms right now is beyond me,

but I need someone to interface

between their group and ours,

and I'm a little shorthanded.

Wait a second. It doesn't sound like something

I'm particularly well-suited for.

Frankly, it sounds like something for a lawyer.

I'm confused. Didn't you study to be a lawyer?

Welcome back to Phoenix, Ma.

Happy Mother's Day.

Well, happy week leading up to Mother's Day.

Yes. Well, happy week leading up to Mother's Day to you, too.

For what it's worth, you're looking good.

Oh, you're sweet to say that.

Truth is, I had a long winter,

and I didn't get out as much as I would've liked.

Mother, what are you talking about? What about the cruise?

Oh, no. You're right.

You're right. The cruise was nice.

I mean, if you like that sort of thing.

You don't like that sort of thing?

No, no. I liked it.

It was nice.

You get on a big boat.

-You sail around. -Right.

You come back to the place where you started.

I don't know.

In retrospect, I'm not sure I accomplished all that much.

So, is Ariel

any taller?

Does Marie talk yet?

Has Bridgette learned to brush her own hair?

You got way too many questions, Ma.

I'm gonna have to book you a later return ticket.

BUTLER: I've never seen him before. Why would I kill him?

DEVALOS: Maybe you knew he kept drugs in the apartment.

BUTLER: How would I know that?

DEVALOS: You've never done business together?

You'd never bought from him?

BUTLER: No. Never.

DEVALOS: Mr. Butler, you can't

tell me where you ate lunch today,

but you're certain you've never seen this man before.

BUTLER: If I could have a taste, I'd remember a little better.

-Ms. Dubois? -( gasps )

Sorry.

Gary Craig, Project Defender.

This is Deborah. She's a student at ASU,

and one of the interns down at the project.

Nice to meet you both.

District Attorney Devalos

asked me to sit in on any interviews,

and to help in any way I can.

Much appreciated. The less adversarial

we can make this whole process, the better.

I have a question, though.

This man... Have you looked at his rap sheet?

He's no angel. Are you sure this is someone

whose innocence you want to champion?

I'm sorry. I don't see it that way.

It's not for me to judge someone's worth.

The question on the table is,

is he guilty of the crime

for which he was tried and convicted?

Our purpose is to serve as an extra check and balance

to make sure that the system works

at its most evenhanded and fair-minded.

These are copies of all the correspondence

we received from the accused and his prior counsel.

Thank you.

( buzzer sounds )

( door clanging )

CRAIG: Mr. Butler.

( Marie crying )

Ew! It smells like fish in here.

It's salmon.

Marjorie, um...

how much tonic should I put in your gin?

Oh, just the tiniest of tiny splashes, darling.

In fact, don't even bother.

What's this?

Napkin.

Sorry, Mom.

I was at the store,

I had it on my list and everything

You want a chicken finger, Grandma?

Mmm! Didn't know chickens had fingers.

Bridgette, Bridgette, thank you for sharing, but...

let Grandma eat her own food.

So, Allison, tell me about your work.

Oh, I don't know, it's part time.

I work for the District Attorney.

Sort of a paralegal thing?

Well, there's definitely some "para..." and I do believe

there's some "legal" in there, too, so...

Oh, I... I do a lot of different things.

It must be quite a balancing act

with the house and the kids.

I don't know.

It seems to work out for the most part.

I'm kind of on-call, so it depends

-what's happening... -That's so nice.

And I guess the extra income

comes in handy, too, hmm?

Maybe you can finally get some help.

What kind of help, Grandma?

Oh, you know, some nice lady

who could straighten up and make the beds...

make sure there's napkins.

( chuckles )

Mom...

What?

Would you excuse me?

( indistinct voices )

( sighs )

It's not what you think.

What are you talking about?

She's a witch. She's a smiling cobra, she's...

Lonely.

Everything else you said, too, but mostly she's lonely.

She wants to move here.

She wants to live here.

She wants to be the help.

That's what I was trying to tell you before.

You sure?

Yeah.

This is something you picked up from her?

No.

Okay, look, I told you I can't handle that.

I don't know, it's just... it's...

-I'm sorry. -I mean, most people

lose their parents and they lose them.

Okay, let's not focus on the messenger,

let's just focus on the message.

( sighs )

( sighs )

Okay, look, she's my mother.

The thing is, she's not your mother.

So how do you feel?

Me? I was just hoping to live through Mother's Day.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

Maybe I should have kept it to myself.

I mean, there's nothing to do until she says something, right?

True. I mean, who knows?

Maybe my dad's off base on this.

I mean, if he was so good at reading my mother,

then how come they got divorced?

God, it's never boring around here.

DETECTIVE RICKEY: My partner and I

had just knocked off.

We were heading out to a bar to catch a game.

I remember because Arizona was playing

Gonzaga for the championship.

Anyway, a uniformed patrolman responded to

a shots-fired call, discovered a dead body.

Actually, um... the victim may have still been alive

when the uniform arrived on the scene.

I-I don't recall.

We were nearby, so they had us take the call.

( sportscast on TV)

In any event,

when my partner and I arrived

the uniform showed us the apartment had been broken in

through a back window. And at that point anyway,

Mr. Donovan, the victim, was dead.

Single gunshot wound to the head.

The bullet was from a weapon

we later found in Mr. Butler's possession.

And how did you come to find the gun in Butler's car?

An anonymous caller phoned it in, I believe.

Said he'd overheard Butler bragging about the crime.

We got a search warrant, went to Butler's apartment.

Neighbor said he hadn't been home for days.

Was that unusual?

Apparently not.

She said he sometimes went on week-long crack binges.

When we finally caught up to Butler,

we found the gun in the trunk of his car.

Forensics matched it with the bullet that killed Donovan.

It should all be there in the record.

Detective Rickey,

how thoroughly did you examine

that apartment for evidence?

I don't know, I think we were there a day and a half.

In all that time you didn't find one fingerprint

belonging to the accused?

I mean...

if the man was there to steal drugs,

presumably he would've left some prints

in and around the drugs.

Doesn't that make sense?

He was wearing gloves.

He brought the gun.

He knew what he was going to do.

Why would he go out of his way to leave prints for us?

He didn't go out of his way

to leave fiber evidence for you either,

according to your report.

He also left no eyewitnesses to place him

at the scene of the crime

and no DNA to prove he was there.

It's a pretty well thought-out crime

for a crack-addicted petty thief,

wouldn't you say?

Thank you for coming in, Detective.

( sighs )

Next witness, 10:30.

Why don't we take a few minutes?

Hi, honey, it's me.

I tried to call your mom on her cell phone

to see how she and Marie were doing.

Just went straight to voice mail.

Anyway, I'm on break.

Give me a call. I love you.

Bye.

Detective...

I thought I might see you here.

Which way to the Project Pretender fiasco?

Be nice. Wait a second,

I didn't know you were a part of all this.

I don't remember seeing "Detective Lee Scanlon"

on any of the reports.

Well, we're talking ten years ago.

I was Patrolman Leland Scanlon if you please.

And I was the responding uniformed officer

the night Donovan was murdered.

Oh, my God, I am so glad to see you.

Why, you tired of making small talk with the bleeding hearts?

Well, actually, these people are presenting

a very compelling argument.

The case against Butler isn't terribly strong.

I hate to see him get out of jail because of it.

I'd really hate to see what it would do

to District Attorney Devalos.

Allison...

trust me, those people will never get this guy off.

Neighbors heard the gunshot in Donovan's apartment, called 911.

I got to the door, no one answered.

The door was locked,

so I forced it open.

I walked into

what I guess you would call the main room,

- the living room. -( sportscast playing )

The body was on the floor...

although I was not immediately certain

that the victim had expired.

There were drugs and paraphernalia everywhere.

Wasn't for all the blood, you'd have thought

he got high watching the game and passed out or something.

Then I looked up.

I saw some guy on the fire escape.

Couldn't tell you who he was.

He took off like a bat out of hell.

I guess he'd been up there the whole time,

hoping and praying I wouldn't notice him.

Soon as our eyes locked, he took off.

CRAIG: And you didn't give chase?

I felt like the thing to do was to attempt to revive the victim.

I did mouth-to-mouth and CPR

for, uh, I don't know, maybe seven, eight minutes.

CRAIG: Anything catch your eye after that point?

SCANLON: The window showed signs of forced entry.

I figured we were looking at, uh...

a possible robbery attempt.

The truth was, I was in way over my head.

I realized that the victim

had expired, there was nothing

for me to do except call it in,

wait for the detectives.

You getting all that?

Oh, yeah, I got it.

( soft music playing )

Hey, everybody. Sorry I'm late.

I didn't know what everybody wanted,

so I picked up a couple of pizzas.

Don't worry, Mom. I got you a salad thing.

JOE: Hey, babe.

Look what Mom did.

Aha...

She cut up the vegetables herself.

It's a crabmeat bisque.

( chuckling sigh )

Oh, boy. What a treat.

This is so nice.

Excuse me a second.

( sighs ): Wow!

It's clean in here.

( soft music continues )

Oh, my gosh.

Dinner in the dining room?

Bridge, what happened to your fort?

Grandma bought a magic bed.

MARJORIE: I picked up one of those inflatable beds

that plug into the wall.

That way she can have her bed back,

and you can have your dining room back.

Oh, my gosh. Why didn't I think of that?

How...?

When-when did you do all this?

Well, by the time I

got the baby down for her nap

and the girls and I got their homework

out of the way,

it just... I don't know. It just sort of worked out.

I helped Grandma polish the silver.

And she taught me how to brush my hair.

MARJORIE: But at the table, honey.

Is-is it okay?

Is... it's not too hot?

( soft music continues )

It's delicious.

It's the noise, I think.

That's why we take cruises

and walk through the malls

and sleep with the television on.

It's the noise.

( chuckles gently )

Kids...

husbands...

( chuckles )

You get used to it.

And then one day...

it's gone.

Your daughters... ( chuckles )

are lovely people, you two.

They make a lovely noise.

( sighs ): Oh, dear.

Someone's had enough wine... ( chuckles )

( sighs )

Time to sleep in my magic bed.

Night, Ma.

Sleep tight.

( sighs )

ALLISON: Did she actually say anything to you?

( spits ) Uh, no.

But while she was cooking, I noticed

she had the newspaper open to the Real Estate section.

Okay. I'll ask.

Would it be such a horrible thing?

Today is not the day

to ask me that.

Well, what do you mean?

( sighs )

I don't think I'm ready to discuss that yet.

But I strongly suspect that I will always remember today

as the day where little Allison discovered

there was no Santa Claus.

'Cause people really aren't good.

And justice isn't only blind...

it's in a coma.

Okay.

( sighs )

( sportscast plays on TV )

REPORTER: And Gonzaga is gonna have to take a time out.

Let's kick it outside to Shelly.

Shelly, what's going on out there?

SHELLY: Hey, Bill, it's definitely a party out here

In front of the arena where fans have already started to gather

in expectation of a victory celebration.

That's if their home team can hold on to its enormous lead.

( metal door rattling, then thudding )

Thank you for agreeing to see me without counsel.

( chuckles )

I'm in here forever.

How much worse can it get?

( clears throat )

On the night in question, are you absolutely certain

you have no recollection of where you were?

Where would you like me to have been?

My public defender told me...

he said, "Owen, all we got's the truth.

"And the truth is, you don't know where you were.

"Make something up, and they won't even bother

"to prove you shot this guy.

They'll just prove you're a liar."

Do you like basketball?

What do you mean?

Like what? Playing?

No. I-I mean... watching it.

Do you ever go to a game, or...?

Maybe TV sometimes.

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

But you never actually go?

To the arena, I mean?

Oh, yeah. 'Course I do.

I sit up in the skybox with my pipe.

And I fire that bitch up

and... get so high that I can dunk from my seat.

What are you burning, lady?

You know how much it costs to get in there?

I'm sorry, I...

I did work the parking lot sometimes, though.

You get those happy white boys with their season tickets

and SUVs at the home games, tailgating it...

coming in and out of the stadium...

They'd be happy to give you a five

or ten dollars just so you won't get too close to their cars.

The parking lot?

Right outside the stadium?

Yeah, outside.

Course, outside.

Thank you.

ARIEL: Oh, no, no, Bridge was right.

Other way...

One, two, three, four...

MARJORIE: Does that mean you get to go...?

( indistinct voices )

Let me ask you a question.

Is it completely hypocritical of me to be scared to death

of the possibility of your mother living near us...

while at the same time calling you at work to say

do you think it would be okay if I left her

with the kids for a little while... ( giggles )

while I go and meet with somebody

in about a half an hour?

Yes, it's completely hypocritical,

and I think you should do it.

( elevator bell dings )

ALLISON: Hey.

Hey.

It's 9:30. I'm missing The Bachelorette.

What's so important it couldn't hold till tomorrow?

How far would you say the University of Arizona is

from Clancy Donovan's apartment? Time-wise, I mean?

40, 45 minutes. More on game night, I suppose. Why?

I found this videotape.

Arizona vs. Gonzaga.

'95 playoffs, the night of May 11th.

Okay.

During the broadcast of the game, around 9:30 p.m.,

they show the crowd outside the stadium.

Owen Butler is in that crowd.

Lee... he couldn't have been at Clancy Donovan's apartment.

He couldn't have been anywhere near there.

Okay. You say so.

I don't know what to tell you.

I never said I could ID him on that fire escape.

I mean, it's really the gun that put him away.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

The man is innocent, Lee.

Innocent?

Really?

Sorry, "innocent" is the last thing Owen Butler is.

Did he kill a small-time drug dealer named Clancy Donovan?

Maybe... maybe not.

But innocent? I beg to differ.

I know what he is.

I know what he is capable of.

But that's not the way the system works.

Don't lecture me.

So, you can prove that Owen Butler

was at some game on May 11, 1995.

That's cool, Allison.

That's great.

Now do you think you can tell me

where Samantha Robinson might have been that night?

Whatever was left of her?

What hole he stuck her in?

What garbage dump?

What meat grinder he ran her through?

What tree chipper he fed her four-year-old body into?

Was she the little girl?

In the back seat of the car?

You were the cop.

You pulled them over.

You saw her in the back seat.

SCANLON: He said they were coming home from the circus.

I believed him...

and I wished him a good night.

About an hour and a half later, she was reported missing.

Her mother had gone upstairs to check on her.

The window was open.

I didn't know anything till the next day at roll call.

They passed around her picture.

I actually measured.

When I was leaning in his car window,

I was two and a half feet away from her.

I'm so sorry.

I gave them the plate number.

Turned out the car was stolen.

We didn't even have a name on the guy.

They put me with a sketch artist.

The whole state was on alert for days... but...

Visited her folks a couple of times.

Did what I could to keep the case alive.

But I was a patrolman, a beat cop.

A year went by, 18 months.

Never found the girl. Never found the body.

Then one day, I'm walking by this Laundromat...

He was trying to jimmy open a change machine

with a screwdriver.

And I thought...

"Don't blow this.

"Don't blow this hauling him in for petty theft.

He'll just get out in two days, and you'll never see him again."

And I started

following him around.

Learning everything about him.

Waiting for him to do something.

Anything.

Then, one day...

I answered a shots-fired call.

Guy had blown his own head off.

I was the first one there.

It was a gift. It was Providence.

So, you put the gun in his car.

Then you made an anonymous tip, to be sure they'd find it.

And I'd do it again.

And you know what?

So would you.

Yeah.

You're not the only mind reader in the room.

So, do whatever you have to do with your tape.

Do what you can live with.

Me?

I'm sleeping just fine.

( sighs )

( TV playing softly )

Place looks decent enough.

No thanks to you, I'm sure.

I can't do this right now.

Well, you're going to have to deal

with it soon.

You've botched this thing so badly.

She actually thinks that you need her here.

Excuse me?

Why? What'd you do?

I don't smell anything.

No, I mean... what have I botched?

Well, let's start with everything.

The whole reason that I gave you that heads-up

was so that you could nip this thing in the bud.

Make it clear to her that her future

it, it's not here, picking up after you.

It's back home in Grosse Pointe.

That's where she belongs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're the one who told me that she was lonely.

And she is.

But that's because she hasn't met that clown yet.

Wait a second. What clown?

Merle.

He is this guy at the club.

Widower.

Loaded.

Got a terrific backhand.

I'm sorry. I'm lost.

Who is this guy? Is he a friend of yours?

Or Marjorie's...?

I told you.

He's just a guy.

He's had his eye on her for a while.

She hasn't figured it out yet... she will.

Look, deep down I'm not

all that crazy about him.

He's got some ideas about things I just...

don't agree with.

But...

he's going to make her feel really great about herself...

for a while,

and she deserves that.

And that's something that you can see from where you are?

There's not much that you can't see.

( Marjorie sighs ) Allison?

Oh, did you just get back?

( sighs )

Who you talking to?

Nobody. Just the TV.

Are you hungry?

I could heat something up.

Oh, God, I was such an ass.

No, I'm okay.

Well, then I'm going to bed.

Night.

Night, Mom.

Night, Mom.

Night, honey.

Whatcha lookin' at in the dark?

Oh, uh...

( clearing throat ) nothing.

He said he knew I'd do the same thing

if I was in his position.

And...?

And I think he's right.

It's just, I'm not in his position.

So what are you going to do?

I already did it.

I left the tape on Devalos's desk.

Wait. I don't get it.

I just left it there.

No note.

No explanation.

I figured he doesn't need to know where it came from.

As far as he's concerned, it just arrived there.

Anonymously.

It'll exonerate Butler, but I won't implicate Scanlon.

Putting Butler out on the street is tragedy enough.

Hurting a good man who did a bad thing

for reasons I completely understand...

I don't think I can be a part of that.

( whispers ): Yeah.

( wind whistling )

( shoveling dirt )

( child coughing and gagging )

We went through his W-2s, saw that he worked here.

You're sure you remember him?

Oh, yeah, I remember him.

Must've been about, uh... ten years ago.

We were in the middle of re-sodding.

He wasn't a bad worker at first,

but then he started showing up late,

wired on God knows what.

Had to let him go eventually.

What is she doing, anyway?

She's right here.

Samantha's right here.

I'm grateful for Project Defender for believing in me.

It's been a very long road.

So now, I just really want to get my old life back.

Any y'all need a landscaper, you know who to call.

( scattered applause )

Quite a day. Quite a story.

Um, I'd like to express my gratitude to District Attorney

Devalos for his cooperation

and his extraordinary courage in coming forward

with the new evidence which exonerated

my client, despite the fact that he was the lead

prosecutor who tried and convicted him

in the first place.

( applause )

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Congratulations, man, I'm so happy for you.

I appreciate that.

Congratulations on your exoneration.

Thank you for your kind words.

You're totally welcome.

You're under arrest for the murder of Samantha Robinson.

( crowd murmuring )

JOE: Look at the gene pool.

Oh, I almost forgot something.

I'll take her now.

I almost forgot.

Oh, my gosh.

What's this?

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Oh...

Girls, look at this big box.

What's that?

What is this?

Oh, my God.

It's a tennis racket.

Wow. Do you even play tennis?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, I haven't played

since before I met your dad,

but I used to be pretty good, actually.

Thank you, darling.

My goodness, this is so different

than the kind I used to use.

What made you think of that?

Are there any courts near you?

Oh, yeah, at the club.

You know, indoor, outdoor, they've got it all.

But frankly...

( Ariel laughing )

Frankly, I haven't

been there in a while because you feel so conspicuous

being there by yourself, you know.

Well, they must have

some sort of round robin program,

something where they partner you up with people.

Oh, sure, I'll bet they do.

Hey, come on, let's see your serve.

No, no, my serve...

-Oh, yeah, yeah! -Yeah, yeah!

That's the one thing, really.

-Come on. -I'm not actually a very good server.

Here, how about like this?

That's not your serve.

Just take the picture, or I'll show you my backhand! ( gasps )

( girls giggling )

All right, girls,

go get Grandma's bags.

We're going to the airport

right after brunch.

Thanks, Mom.

Okay, now the coast is clear,

um, what is it you want to talk about?

Don't you ever miss the snow?

Excuse me?

When are you coming to Grosse Pointe?

I want some of this noise around my house,

and I want some company when I go to the mall.

I want to teach my granddaughters

how to play tennis.

JOE: Okay.

Wait a second.

What?

I don't know. You... been poring over the real estate section,

talking about how hard the winter was,

how you miss having people around.

I-I got this idea in my head that you might want to...

What?

Live out here?

Well, you're actually very perceptive.

Okay. I flirted with the idea in my mind.

I don't think Allison suspects,

but the thing is, darling--

and don't be offended-- but...

I like being Grandma,

but not all the time. Not yet.

And I really like being a visitor--

at least for now.

Are you sure?

Your feelings aren't hurt?

Girls, girls.

Come on.

It's okay.

Excellent service

at the Hotel Dubois.

Okay, everybody to the car!

ARIEL: Do you really have to go, Grandma?

BRIDGETTE: Can't you stay here with us

and sleep on the magic bed forever and ever?

MARJORIE: Grandma has things to do.

I've got to get home and get my house ready

for when you folks come visit me.

( door shuts )

I got it!

Ah, you did okay.

I'm coming!