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MAN 1:
You know what she looks like?

MAN 2:
Of course I know what
she looks like.

I wouldn't be much of a psychic

if I didn't know what the girl
of your dreams looks like.

She's blonde, athletic
and very flexible.

Really? I'm not usually attract
to the athletic type.

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

I'm just the conduit.

This is the universe talking
and the universe has told me

that you are going
to meet a girl.

Oh, tough luck there, sport,
your ten minutes are up.

Why don't you go see if you can
borrow your mom's credit card

and give me a call back, okay?

Sure thing, Michael.

(phone ringing)

I'm on my break.

MAN:
What are you talking
about a break?

You're not working at the mall;
there is no break.

I'm on my break, man.

Listen, there are laws,
okay?

Well, it's one of your regulars.

You want me to put it through
to someone else, I will.

Hit me, baby, one more time.

(phone ringing)

Hello, and thank you for calling
PSYLINE.

Your personal phone psychic
is on

and ready to open the portals
to the psychic universe.

WOMAN:
Michael, is that you?

Thank God. It's Tanya King.

Ms. King!
How was Paris?

Oh, Michael...

(sobbing):
Michael, Michael, Michael.

Ms. King, you can call me crazy,
but I'm sensing

some bad energy here.

Has something happened?

It's... it's Gregory.

I've lost him.

You're kidding!

Thought he was kind
of big for that.

He's dead, Michael.

He's been murdered.

Oh, Michael.

Well, that's not good.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(groans)

Hello.

Hey, it's me. Sorry to wake you,
but I got a problem.

Maybe you could walk
me through it.

Well, I'll try.
What's going on?

I'm here at a crime scene--
robbery gone bad.

Man of the house surprised
an intruder.

Got his head bashed in
for his trouble.

Wife comes home from a trip
to Paris

and finds him dead
in the living room.

Did you say Paris?

Yeah, but that's not important.

Here's where I need your help.

She locked herself
in her bedroom.

Apparently she's talking
on the phone

with her own personal psychic.

What do you think?

I think I'm... on my way over.

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Choose any direction,
as long as it's moving forward.

By the looks of it,

then intruder encounters
Mr. King somewhere in this room.

They fought, worked their way
towards the fireplace.

The intruder grabbed that poker
and struck Mr. King repeatedly.

Somewhere in all that,
he hit his head

on that marble ledge--
broke his neck.

Grabbed Mr. King's wallet,
his five-carat ring

and a gold watch
with a diamond face.

Worth about 40 grand.

MAN:
Detective Scanlon...

my mother's finally
off the phone.

I think I've convinced
her to talk to you.

Okay, come on.
Come on, come on, Bridge, go.

Come on, everyone
pile in.

Come on...
come on, Bridge.

Oh, man!

Somebody broke
into the car?

Doesn't look like
anything's missing.

I don't get it-- someone just
broke your window

for no reason at all?
Why would they do that?

I don't know, honey.

Sometimes people do
strange things.

Can you pass me
that blankie?

I'm so sorry, Daddy.

It's not your fault.

If I hadn't taken up all that
room in the garage

with my art project...

It's okay.

But I don't understand, why
would anyone ever be so mean?

My husband was
a wonderful man.

Loyal, devoted...

He was the center
of my world.

(sniffs)

I understand,

on occasion...

that the police have been known
to employ

the services of psychics.

Mother...

Not withstanding what
you might've seen on TV,

that's not really a policy
of the Phoenix Police
Department, Mrs. King.

Be that as it may,

I've been in touch with a very
gifted and sensitive young man

from Los Angeles.

As soon as you finish
your work here,

I intend to ask him
to come here

to offer his assistance.

Mom, please don't do this.

Wesley, please.

Mrs. King, speaking
as a representative

of the District Attorney's
Office,

you don't want to do that.

We want to find
whoever did this.

We want to put them
away for life.

You walk into a court of law,

and you say that a psychic
was involved

with the preparation
of your case,

and frankly, jurors will just
start rolling their eyes.

I have spent months
getting to know this young man--

on the telephone.

He's a thoughtful, sensitive,
sober gentleman,

with a rare
and valuable gift.

I'm certain that in person,
a jury would find him

just as compelling as I do.

(phone ringing)

Thank you for calling PSYLINE.

Your personal phone psychic
is on

and ready to open up the portals
of the psychic universe.

Michael.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'm the psychic around here.
Who am I talking to?

It's your sister. It's Allison.

Hey, sis.

How cool is this?

Who would've thunk-- out of all
the phone psychics in the world

you had to get me.

I asked for you, Michael.

Hey, did you know that your
cell phone's disconnected?

Yeah, I know.

They do that now,
after you don't pay the bill.

Don't get mad at me.

I blew out my knee

and I couldn't work
construction anymore.

Listen, I have
to ask you something.

Do you have a client
named Tanya King?

Yeah, sure.

Talk to her every Tuesday.

It's pretty sad, though.

I guess she was away, and...

Her husband got beaten to death.
Yeah, I know.

They have you on
her husband's case?

Wow, you must be a mind reader.

Ha, ha.

Here's the thing--
I have a feeling

that she's going to want
to get you involved.

Involved in what?

In the case.

In the investigation.

The search for
her husband's killer.

That's crazy. What would
I get involved in?

I live in Los Angeles,
I'm a telephone psychic

and I work in my underwear.

Well, I just left her,
and apparently she thinks

you are very gifted,
and very sensitive.

Well, you've got nothing
to worry about,

because,
as you and I both know,

I'm neither gifted nor
sensitive, just broke.

And just like the ad says,

"This service is for
entertainment purposes only."

BRIDGETTE:
Daddy?

Bridge, what are
you doing up?

It's late.
You're supposed to be asleep.

I know who broke
the window of your car.

What are you talking about?

Your window-- I saw who did it.

It was Mrs. Uebershchaer.

Mrs. who?

Mrs. Uebershchaer--
my math teacher.

Bridge, honey, how could you
have seen that?

It happened last night,
when we were all asleep.

I saw it tonight when
I went to bed.

I had a dream.

Um, and it turns
out Bridgette

has cracked the mystery
of who smashed my car window.

You're kidding. Who?

Apparently it's her
mean old math teacher-- Mrs...

Mrs. Uebershchaer?
Yeah.

She's the culprit,
according to Bridgette.

She wants you to tell
the people at work,
have them arrest her.

She's recommending
a life sentence.

Well, it sounds fair.

When I mentioned to her that
that might interfere

with her completing
math class this year,

she indicated that that
was a sacrifice she was
willing to make.

That's laudable.

She's willing to give up
a year of math homework

to see that justice is served.

Like mother,
like daughter.

(doorbell ringing)

Is that the doorbell?

(doorbell ringing)

Is somebody
at the door?

Hello.

Can I help you?

Uncle Michael!

(laughing)

Oh, who are you guys?

ALLISON:
You could have
called first.

I know, I know,
I totally should have called.

But I didn't even know that
I was going to come here

till last night.

We talked about this.

What was I supposed to do?

She flew me out here
first class.

I had a fully reclining
seat and everything.

Oh, boy, I know that look.

It's the look that
I'd get from Mom,

right before she threw
a shoe at me.

You're lucky we're nowhere
near a closet.

What's this about "I'm not a
psychic, I'm an entertainer"?

Well, as it
turns out,

being a psychic in this
particular instance

pays a whole lot better.

How much better?

Tons.

Rental car and hotel room.

She sprung for a new
telecommunications upgrade.

Al, come on, don't be like this.

I needed the money.

Besides, I can tell when I was
talking to her on the phone

that if I didn't come down here

that she was just gonna hire
some other swami

to throw her gelt at.

Besides,
wouldn't you rather

deal with the devil
that you know?

Tell me exactly what
Mrs. King asked you to do.

I'm supposed to go over
to her house,

walk around the scene,
touch some stuff,

see if I get anything.

And that's it?
That's it.

She doesn't know
I'm a psychic.

'Kay.

And she can't know
that we're related.

In fact, no one can.

All right.

No, this is serious.

I keep a low profile with
the district attorney's office.

I don't advertise what I do.

People wouldn't understand.

It can't get out

that the Kings' out-of-town
psychic is my little brother.

No problem.

I just need you to do one
little tiny favor for me.

And what's that?

I sure could use a ride to and
from Mrs. King's this morning.

You just told me that she gave
you money for a rental car.

Yeah, well,
but if I don't spend it...

You know, listen,
this is not

a mature business
that I'm running here.

Every extra little penny
helps give me that edge.

Okay, I'll tell you what--
you call her,

you tell her that you
contacted the authorities

when you landed this morning,
that they assigned me

to be your liasion
to the police department.

"Liasion."

I like that.
It'll impress her.

I'm going to get Joe up,

I'm going to let him
know you're here.

See if maybe I can get him
to drive the girls to school.

There's one other little tiny
thing I needed to ask you.

If no one's using the couch,

I'd sure like to pocket
the hotel money, too.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Bye, sweetie.
Bye, Daddy.

Come on, kiddo.
Last stop.

Everyone off the bus.

Hey, there she is!

That's her, Daddy!

Aha, the famous
Mrs. Ueberschaer, I presume.

So, aren't you gonna
go and talk to her?

About what?

About what she did
to your window.

Bridgette, I explained that
to you last night.

But she's right there.

I know, but, honey,
I can't

accuse someone just because
you saw something in a dream.

But I saw her, Daddy.

She took a rock and smashed
your window with it.

All right, maybe she did
and maybe she didn't.

But I still can't accuse someone

just because you saw it
in a dream.

Now give me a kiss.

Come on.

We'll talk
some more tonight.

(doorbell rings)

Michael?

You look exactly how I imagined.

(cries)

(sighs)

Hard to watch, isn't it?

I'm sorry?

This charade.

Knowing that my mother
is paying good money for it.

I swear if my dad
were still alive,

he'd have this guy
out of the door so fast

his head would spin.

Mrs. Dubois.

Thank you.

Michael...

Tea?

Uh, no.

In a minute.

I'm starting to feel something.

Tell me.

Tell me what
you're feeling.

Um, it's, it's hard
to put into words.

Um, different energies,

different... auras.

Uh, it's very
delicate work.

Well, uh...

what about the killer?

Are you sensing anything
about Gregory's killer?

I keep...

I keep seeing
the color... blue?

Does that mean
anything to you?

Gee, maybe it was
the mailman, Mom.

Maybe he got tired of Dad
not tipping him at Christmas.

Wes, please.

What else, Michael?

You know what
actually might help?

Lunch.

Will you be joining us
for lunch, Mrs. Dubois?

Actually, I think I
prefer to step outside

and get some fresh air.

Mr. Benoit,

could I see you
outside for a moment?

Outside. Absolutely.

Uh, is there somewhere
where I could scrub up?

Different auras,
different energies.

Shame on you.

Being a little tough on
yourself, aren't you?

Give yourself some credit.

You got my wife
eating out of your hand.

Mr. King.

Gregory. Yeah.

Hey, sis.

That was quite a performance
you gave in there, Karnak.

So tell me, what color
is my aura now?

I don't know.

But I think maybe we
need to call the police.

What?

What for?

I know what the
killer looks like.

Well, I have a fairly
detailed description of him.

What?
From who?

I was just in the bathroom.

And so was Gregory King.

Henry Alonzo-- prior
arrests include, uh,

possession of narcotics,

assault with a deadly weapon,
and last but not least...

(typing)

breaking and entering.

Are you sure?

Are you certain
this is the man

that Gregory King
described to you?

No, I'm not sure.

It was a description,
not a photograph.

But you got to admit it is
kind of freaky that this

guy he described has
all the qualifications

necessary for a career
as a thief and a killer.

SCANLON:
He makes a good point.

I think I'll see
if Mr. Alonzo's around,

maybe invite him down
for a little chat.

Hi, Dad.

Hey.

Where's Mom?
She's working.

I thought you were walking
home with Hannah today.

I am, I'm just here to deliver
a message from the principal.

Okay.

He wants to see you.

Something about Bridgette.

You understand,
Mr. Dubois,

that she said it in front
of the entire class.

And now she absolutely
refuses to apologize.

Mrs. Ueberschaer?

I'd like for you to meet

Bridgette's father.

Hi. Joe.
Joe Dubois.

Pleasure to make
your acquaintance.
Likewise.

I'm very sorry if my daughter
has said anything to upset you.

As I'm sure that
you've noticed,

she has a very
vivid imagination.

In my experience, Mr. Dubois,

it is not a parent's job
to apologize for their child,

it is a parent's job to make
sure their child can apologize

for herself.

Bridgette,
don't you have something

that you want to say
to Mrs. Ueberschaer?

Bridgette, we talked about this.

You don't know
what actually happened.

Young lady, apologize.

Right now.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ueberschaer.

I'm sorry that I said
you broke my daddy's window.

I guess I don't know
what really happened.

Thank you, Bridgette.

Thank you both.

Come on, sweetie.

I put some clean sheets
and towels on the couch.

We don't have
a spare toothbrush.

Looks like you're gonna
have to go buy you one.

I'll just use the toothbrush
God gave me.

I thought you said
you were thirsty.

I was.

I am.

And?

I was just thinking about
how one of those

always leads to another.

And another and another.

And I remember
you said that

it makes it harder
to feel stuff...

see things.

Hey.

It really shook you up
seeing Gregory King.

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

It's Scanlon.

He's right here.

They picked up Henry Alonzo.

He was high as a kite.

He pawned a five carat
diamond ring

and a diamond face watch.

Both stolen from Gregory King
the night he died.

Yeah, he's smiling.

Okay.

Hey.

Yes.

How'd it go?

She still mad at me?

Well, she still thinks what
she dreamt was the truth,

so I guess so.

(Joe groans)

How about our
fourth child?

The big lumpy one
on the couch.

He fell asleep watching TV.

Fell asleep
or passed out?

I'll have you know he didn't
drink anything stronger

than orange juice today.

Geez.

Guy cracks one
lousy murder case,

and suddenly, he's the
poster child for sobriety.

Hey, he did good.

I, for one, am proud.

Well, okay, you win.

Once he's out of
our living room,

I'll be proud of him, too.

(heavy breathing)

Hold on a second.

I said stop it.

Hey.

Hey, where you going?

Get back here.

Oh, my God.

You're him.

(chuckles)

You did this on purpose,
didn't you?

You knew who I was
from the moment you walked in,

before you even bought me
that first drink.

(chuckles)

Hey, I don't think
we're finished here.

No, no. No, no.

(shrieks)

(gasps)

(water running,
then turns off)

(gasps)

Good morning.

Dude, what is it with you
and bathrooms?

Well, where would you prefer
we meet?

Around the breakfast table
with your sister and the kids?

No, I get that.

So, did you hear
we caught your killer?

I certainly did and I couldn't
be more grateful

for all your help with that,
truly.

There's just one more thing
I need you to do.

Great.

Mike! Michael!

They're bringing Henry Alonzo
in to give a statement

in a couple hours.

They want to know if Michael
and I want to sit in.

You and Michael?

That's nice.
That's thoughtful.

Yeah, well, he is
the person who
led them to him.

I mean, I think
it would mean a lot
to him, you know,

seeing it though
to the end.

Mike!

Well, that's weird.

He's not here.

Hey, Mr. King, I'm sorry
to drop by so early

in the morning.

My mom isn't here.

She's at the funeral home.

No, that's okay.

I... I came here to see you.

I have a message
from your dad.

He asked me to...

Look,

since my dad
never had a whole lot

to say to me when he was alive,

I find it kind of hard
to believe he's so desperate

to reach me,
now that he's dead.

Much less through
a perfect stranger.

Well, you know, okay,
that's funny

because he was telling me
this story

about when you were five, maybe.

He said that
you and he were
in this dinghy

on the way out
to his sailboat.

You slipped on a railing,
hit your head on a winch,

started bleeding
like a stuck pig.

You needed seven stitches.

Okay.

You saw the scar on my head,
did some kind of Internet search

to dig up my old
hospital records or something.

I'm very impressed, okay?

But like I said, my mom
will be back later.

Why don't you...

Your father said
that when he picked you up,

saw your face covered
in all that blood,

he said, "Wesley, suck it up.

You need to taste blood
if you want to be a man."

And then he said, "What a stupid
thing to say to a five-year-old.

One of my life's great regrets."

"The kid needed a hug and I did
a bad Hemingway impression."

I always felt his glare
on me.

It was like nothing I did
was ever right:

my work, my friends,
women I dated.

Well, I mean,

it's not like he feels
that way now.

In fact, your father wanted me
to tell you--

and he said that you would
know what he was talking about--

that he would never let anyone
tell him who he could

or could not be with.

And you should do
the same thing.

Does that make
any sense to you?

Well, good, 'cause it was
really important to your father.

And he told me that
he wanted you you to know

that whatever objections he had
before... are gone.

He said that you would know
what that meant.

Good. Your father's
counting on you, Wesley.

He wants you to take control,
secure his legacy.

He told me that he sees himself
in you now

in a way that
he never did before.

Wow.

Okay.

See ya, bye.

Bye, Daddy.

Hey, what, no kiss today?

I love you.

Love you, too.

(horn blaring)

He was like
a totally different person.

Knowing that his dad
felt that way,

getting that message
from beyond the grave,

it looked
like it transformed him.

It looks like it did you
some good, too.

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you
where I was going.

I was just... you know...

But after seeing Mr. King,
helping him reconcile,

make things right
with his kid...

catching the killer.

It's been an amazing couple
of days.

By the way, I'm not completely
convinced about the whole

finding-the-killer thing.

What are you
talking about, Alison?

We found him.

I found him.

He's found.

We're driving over there

to hear his confession
right now.

Don't...
Don't mess this up for me.

It's over.
This has happened.

It's past tense.

A trivia question.
Nostal...

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?!

Yeah, I do.

It's just...
I had a dream.

and your friend
Mr. King was in it
with a woman--

a very young woman.

Her name was Monica.
She was not his wife.

They were at his place

and she seemed completely
out of place there.

I mean, she had
a tattoo of barbed
wire around her harm.

They started arguing and
then it got violent.

What's any of this
got to do

with the price of rice
in China, Alison?

I don't know.

Why am I
seeing it? Why?

I mean, if this case
is really over,

why am I still
dreaming about it?

What difference
does it make?!

What are you going
to pay attention to,

some dumb dream
or your brother

who's sitting
right in front you

telling you that he had

a close encounter
in the bathroom

with forces
from the other side?

Yeah, rain
on my parade.

I was passed out

in an alley behind a warehouse

on Pine Street.

I woke up
when I heard

a car blowing up.

And you saw some guy
toss a $40,000 watch

and a five-carat ring
into a Dumpster.

I'm just telling you what I saw.

Can you tell me the make
and model of the car?

Can you describe the driver?

Can you tell me anything
that makes what you're saying

sound even the slightest bit
credible?

I don't know.
I don't remember.

This is so the guy.

Oh, can you believe it?

I swear, after this,
after they close this case,

I'm going to find
this friend of mine

from the army--
he's LAPD now.

I think that I can convince him

to take me on as a consultant,
just like you.

(scoffs)

I can't believe
you're doing this.

I'm sorry. Doing what?

You're jealous, aren't you?

What are you talking about?

I guess there can only be one
official, secret, police psychic

in this family, huh?

Official secret police psychic?

You know what I'm talking about,
Allison.

I didn't crack this case,
I smashed it.

They found this guy
red-handed

with all the stuff
from Mr. King's house.

I've got him dead to rights
and it's driving you crazy.

It's not making me crazy.

Nothing is making me crazy.

I look at this man,

I listen to the theory
of his crime.

I'm not sure I believe it.

That's because you don't want
to believe it...

because it means that your
little brother Michael

has got it all going on,
just like you.

Just... like... you.

(groans)

Just like you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to spend some of

that hotel money,
that's where.

You're absolutely sure?

That's not remotely possible.

Okay, well, thank you very much
for the information, Doctor.

Hmm? Doctor?

County medical examiner.

Apparently,

Gregory King was
definitely killed by a man.

They can tell that
just from an autopsy?

From the severity
of the wounds

and the location
on the body.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah, they're positive.

Gregory King was
definitely killed

by a man who was at
least five-foot-eight.

So he couldn't
have been killed

by a petite 20-something
named Monica?

Apparently not.

Mmm.

So, have you called him yet?

My brother?
About 40 times.

He just doesn't
answer his phone.

I'm gonna take a shower.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, he is.

May I ask
who's calling?

It's Laurie Jameson

from the Neighborhood
Watch group.

Hello... Hello, Laurie.

Michael.

Thank you so much
for stopping by

on your way
to the airport.

I wanted to be able
to say thank you

in person.
Uh...

you don't need
to thank me.

You know, you paid
me to do a job.

I'm just happy that I was
actually able to do it for you.

Oh, Michael.

Come in.

Michael, you did
so much more

than I ever could
have imagined.

Those messages that you brought
us from my late husband...

Oh, you couldn't
possibly know this,

but they've changed everything.

Uh... what are you
talking about?

Oh, please, come.
I want you to...

I want you to
meet someone.

I want you to meet
my son's fiancé.

Michael,
this is Monica.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

GREGORY: Tell them you need
to use the bathroom.

Do it.

You looked puzzled
out there.

You knew her. Monica?

You knew that woman, didn't you?

Run some water.

They can't hear me,
but they can hear you.

She killed you, didn't she?

You and her had a thing
and she killed you.

You like
that story?

Me, personally--

I prefer the Henry Alonzo story.

Now that's a great story.

You got a sympathetic victim:
me.

You have a villain
we can all root against.

An unemployed drug addict
with a criminal record.

And...

we have the added bonus
of your involvement.

No small thing, as far
as my wife is concerned.

I'm asking you
a direct question.

Henry Alonzo killed me.

You closed the case.

Take the win and go home.

Okay, then I'm gonna
go out there

and tell them
that Monica killed you.

I wish you wouldn't.

Why, 'cause it's true?

Because he
loves her.

And because it
isn't true.

You know, Mr. Gregory,
I'm gonna be honest with you.

The more time I spend with you,
the less I seem to like you.

(wry chuckle)

But, you are
my first

real, for profit,
visitation from the other side,

so, that counts for something.

I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

If it isn't Henry Alonzo,
and it's not

your son's fiancé, then who?

Did Wesley know
about the two of you?

There was no two of us.

I thought my son was weak,
feckless.

I was trying to protect him.

By seducing his girlfriend.

I thought I had to prove
something to him

about his girlfriend's
character.

Instead...

I found something out about his.

She told him, didn't she?

She told Wesley that you tried.

One of the real secrets
of my success in business

has always been my ability to...

sell anything--
almost anything--

to almost anyone at any time.

but I could not
convince that boy

that the girl he's in love with
was lying.

Oh, my God.

He did it.

Your own son.

I honestly can't even...
begin to describe to you

the collision of emotions.

I mean... you're staring
at your own death.

And yet, I didn't think
he had it in him.

I mean, the way he made
it look like a robbery.

Taking my watch and ring and
throwing them in that Dumpster.

I'm not sure I could
have come up with that.

I'm gonna have to tell
them-- you know that.

Seven-four, two, zero-five.

What?

That's half the routing number

of an account
in the bank in Malacca.

You get the other half
when you arrive in Spain.

There's exactly $349,000
in that account

and I'm the only one
who knows about it.

That's enough for you to start
having a real life,

to make something of yourself.

Just let her father
give his son, in death,

what he couldn't in life.

And let an innocent man
go to jail.

The question here isn't
about Henry Alonzo.

It's about Michael Benoit.

Is he going to walk away
from this experience a rich man

or is he going back to work
at the 900 phone lines?

Mrs. Ueberschaer.

Joe Dubois.
We met the other day.

Yes, of course.

Well, what can I do
for you, Mr. Dubois?

Well, I was just wondering,
how do you like your car?

'Cause I really
love mine.

I love everything about it--
even the color is perfect.

You went for the metallic brown

too, didn't you?

Is there something I can
help you with, Mr. Dubois?

Well, I'm guessing Ueberschaer
isn't the most common of names.

Would it surprise you to learn

that we got one
living on our street?

I, myself, didn't know
till I checked

with the Neighborhood Watch
this morning.

Gladys Ueberschaer--
she moved in a few months ago,

just a couple doors down
from our house.

I went over and introduced
myself this morning and, uh...

it turns out that she's got
a sister-in-law

who teaches at this school.

Yeah, the sister-in-law
came over for dinner

last Sunday night,
the same night

somebody smashed
the window

of my metallic brown
'04 Jeep Cherokee.

You got them mixed up, right?

You tried to put your key
in my Jeep.

And then when the door
wouldn't open,

you broke the window
to get inside.

You probably didn't even
figure out your mistake

until the key wouldn't work
in the ignition either.

Here.

This is the bill.

What it cost me to fix
the window that you smashed.

All the time, all the upset--

that's on the house.

Y... You actually expect me
to pay that?

A parent's job,
Mrs. Ueberschaer,

is to listen to their child.

Now, Bridget is telling me

that I ought to go
to the police on this.

Maybe she's right
about that, too.

MICHAEL:
Hey, official secret
police psychic.

Can I ask you a question?

How are we gonna get
Henry Alonzo out of jail?

Mr. King, I was
starting to worry

you weren't
gonna make it.

Sorry. I was at a meeting
with some of the partners

at my dad's company.

I'm trying to figure out where
I fit in the new hierarchy.

You said the district attorney
had some questions for me.

He's just finishing up

with someone in
the conference room.

Right this way.

Monica?

I'm so sorry, Wes.

They knew
everything.

I couldn't lie.

I don't understand.
What are you talking about?

Monica.

I'm sorry.
Monica!

What did you
tell them?

Does someone please
want to tell me

what the hell is
going on here?

Your fiancée was just
telling us about the night

your father tried
to seduce her.

Said she came clean
with you about it

just hours before
he was killed.

I guess she just decided

she'd rather have
a clear conscience

than be an accessory
to murder.

Now, if you wouldn't
mind, Mr. King,

we have a lot we'd like
to discuss with you.

What a waste.

You're still here.

I gave that boy everything.

I tried to make him
a man, and here he is

blubbering to the cops.

Well, if it's of
any consolation,

my sister says he'll
probably get manslaughter.

Yeah, with good
behavior-- five years.

Yeah, right.

Knowing him,
he'll be a model prisoner.

And you-- you're no better.

I offered you a chance
of a whole new life.

Hope you're happy.

Actually, I am.

Well, I gotta go.

I just spotted my
ride to the airport.

I guess you've got some
traveling of your own to do.

Pack for warm weather.

* *

(snidely):
Family.

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