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Previously on Medium:

REPORTER:
Gunshots have reportedly
been fired

inside the offices
of Aerodytech.

Has anyone seen Joe Dubois?!

ALLISON:
So, you ready for this?

JOE:
As ready as I'll ever be.

Welcome back, Joe.
Thank you.

ALLISON:
Is everything okay at work?

Is everything okay with us?

Everything is fine.

Something seems wrong.

MAN:
Mrs. Dubois,

my name is Marcus Canty.

I work with your husband.

Since he's come back to work,

he hasn't been attending
any meetings,

he hasn't been making
any phone calls.

ALLISON:
Your boss called.

They said they might want you
to see someone.

MAN:
My name is Cooper Conroy.

I'm an attorney, Mr. Dubois.

Can you talk for a moment?

Talk about what?

About millions of dollars
I believe you're entitled to.

I dream the same dream
every night,

and there is nothing
circumstantial about it.

We're going
to finish trying this case.

We're going
to trust the jury.

We find the defendant

guilty of murder
in first degree.
(applause)

Thank you for the
encouragement.

I work for the
District Attorney,

Manuel Devalos.

It's not that exciting.

Easy for you to say.

You don't sell pharmaceuticals
for a living.

So...

what's it like working
for the DA?

I thought you needed
to see this.
DEVALOS:
Oh, my God.

It's Natalie Paxton's head
on Ramona Hensley's body.

DEVALOS:
City Hall is
already being inundated

with people calling
for the immediate release

of Walter Paxton.

(clanking)

You expecting
a calltoday...
It's okay.

...or maybe a text?

My husband's kind of
going through something.

Well, now we know
where the head

of the third victim
ended up.

So who's the body
belong to?

Driver's license photo.

(screams)

(doorbell rings)

Hey, Dad.

Evening, son.

FATHER:
So...

what's all
the hubbub?

Huh?

What's so important you needed
to raise me from the dead?

(sighing):
Well, I was just kind of
reviewing my options,

contemplating my future.

(sighing):
Well, you know,
I don't get you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

What's to
contemplate?

I mean, your future's
right here.

You got the,
the two kids...

Three.

...the happy marriage
to Haley Joel Osment.

Yeah, I know,
I know.

I just...

There were five of us
in that room, Dad.

Only two of us
made it out alive.

Why me?

Why not them?

Because.

That's it?

That's your answer?

"Because"?

You know what
your problem is?

You've never
been in a war.

My generation...
we saw death,

contemplated our own mortality
when we were young

so we didn't
have to waste

the rest of our lives
worrying about it.

We realized that death
takes care of itself.

It's life that needs
your attention.

Life, huh?

Look, you got a great job.
You got a hot little wife.

You got a couple
of nice kids,

and here you are wondering
why you're alive.

You know what
you need to do?

What's that?

You need to wake up.
Oh, really?

(speaking in Allison's voice):
I mean it.

Honey, I need
you to wake up.

Honey?
Darling.

Please, just wake up.

Wait a second.
No, I'm confused.

Why should I?

(grunting)

Give me one good reason.

Because I need to talk to you
about a dream I just had.

JOE:
So they found
your friend's body

with the head
of the third victim on it?

That would make your
friend the fourth victim.

Uh-huh.

To be honest, I don't think
the issue is as much who to call

as it is what to say.

Well, I have
to tell someone.

What are you going
to tell them?

"I don't know
who the next victim is,

but I can tell you
about the one after that"?

It's not as if you know when
any of this is going to happen.

Are you saying
I shouldn't tell anybody?

I don't know.

Keep in mind this is a dream
you had after two martinis.

Uh... I'm not
telling you

how to do your job.

I'm just saying
that I don't think

there's anyone to call tonight.

Right.

Speaking of calling,
how's your phone?

Very clean.

Useless, but very clean.

Melinda had
her baby...

and that's who keeps texting me.

She asked about
you, by the way.

How you're doing.

How you're doing with me.

Tell her not very well.

But I'm determined
to change that.

Yeah.

Me, too.

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(phone rings)
...G-A-T-O-R.

Alligator.
Morning.

Dad, where's Mom?
Let me switch rooms.

Still sleeping, sweetie.

Can you give her
another one?

Okay, let's see.

Here's one.

Jocular.

Hi.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Conroy?

CONROY:
At the risk of sounding
like a cliché,

this call is
about what I can do for you.

I thought we left it that you
were going to wait for my call.

And I would have,
but you didn't call.

Usually when I mention

that there's potentially
millions of dollars involved,

people at least let me buy them
a cup of coffee.

You do drink coffee,
don't you, Mr. Dubois?

(horn honking)

DINOVI:
You were looking
for me?

Yeah, I was.

The name P.D. McCall
ring a bell?

I'm sorry?

Couple of months ago,

you told me about a reporter
from out of town

who was calling you, asking
questions about this office,

certain particulars
about the Sonny Troyer case.

Do you remember the name
of that reporter?

Not off the top
of my head.

I can look it up
if it's important.

(sighs)

Amid the flood of articles
from around the country

suggesting that, uh,

I completely misjudged
this situation,

did you happen
to see this one?

"Aggressive DA's Office

Finally Undone
by Recapitator."

Undone by what?

The Recapitator.

That's what they're calling
our killer.

He doesn't just decapitate
these women,

he re-capitates them,

putting the head
of his last victim

on the body
of his current one.

Clever.

Anyway, this P.D. McCall

points out that if I had
at least entertained the deal

that Paxton's attorney
was shopping,

that the judge most certainly
would have suspended

the trial
prior to the verdict,

and we wouldn't be
in the mess we're in now.

An opinion I know you share.

Manny, I never said that
to anyone but you.

Of course not.

I just can't figure out

why this national reporter
is coming after my scalp.

(phone rings)

District Attorney's Office,
Allison Dubois speaking.

WOMAN:
Are you that blonde
I saw inhaling martinis

at the hotel bar last night?

Uh, who am I speaking with?

(laughing):
It's your drinking buddy,
Drinking Buddy.

How you holding up this morning?

I'm surviving.

My husband let me sleep in
a bit, which was nice.

It's my boss I'm worried about.

Every two minutes,

they bring in another stack
of newspaper articles

about how he bungled

the whole Paxton thing.

He looks so defeated.

Let's change the subject.

What are you doing?

I am killing time
before a client meeting.

Why? You want
to get another drink?

Yes, but I can't.

Actually, I'm glad you called.

I wanted to ask you a question.

Oh, excellent.

You ask the questions
for a change.

How long are you going
to be in town?

Why? Hubby jealous?

No, I'm serious.

Last night when I left,

I thought about you
in that hotel by yourself.

I kind of like the way you look
with your head on your own neck.

(laughs)

You are really sweet
in a deeply twisted way.

I am here
for as long as it takes me

to get my work done,
but don't be concerned.

There's thousands of hotel rooms
in Phoenix

and only one Recapitator.

Recapitator?

Oh, my God, I just heard someone
call him that in the elevator.

I can't believe a civilian
like you

is already acting
like that's his name.

That is his name and I like it.

I told you-- Court TV junkie.

So... give me some dirt.

What are the police saying
about the connection

between Paxton's wife
and this new victim?

Well, that's what's scary.

There doesn't seem to be
a connection other than the fact

that they were both alone
in expensive hotel rooms.

It seems completely random,

which is why, as much
as I enjoy having you around,

I sure would feel much better

if you left town
until we catch this guy.

Or-- I don't know--
come stay at my house.

You can be the referee
between me and my husband.

Sorry, I like my job
and I like room service,

but I'd love to do the cocktail
or the lunch thing again.

Anyway, you know what?

I got to go.

For crying out loud,
you work for politicians, girl.

Stop worrying about my neck
and watch out for your own.

JOE:
Sorry to keep you waiting.

I had a doctor's
appointment.

Company-ordered therapy.

Eh, it's pretty standard
in situations like this.

(sighs)

Forgive me;
situations like what?

I think what I've been
through is fairly unique.

I-I didn't mean to diminish
the impact it's had

on you or, or your life.

That's the reason I'm here.

I've actually had quite a bit
of experience in this area.

And what is "this area"?

Suing the companies where the,
where the violence occurs?

Aren't they victims
in all this, too?

I mean, they didn't
tell my co-worker

to bring a gun
to work,

much less use it
against his colleagues.

And if you really want
to start assigning blame,

he wasn't even an employee.

He was fired.

He used my ID
to get in the front gate.

I gave it to him.

If you wanted to,

you could argue that
the whole thing was my fault.

Guy brings a gun to work,
kills himself and two others.

My fault.

Three guns.

Excuse me?

He came to the office
with three guns.

Right.

Aerodytech is
a government contractor.

The sensitive nature
of their work means

that they're a target
for terrorists,

disgruntled employees,
and competitors.

And you're telling me you think
it's okay that the only thing

standing between Aerodytech
and Bruce Rossiter's guns

was your ID
at an unmanned security gate?

Mr. Dubois,
these people

did not take
adequate precautions

to protect the country,
its secrets, or their employees.

Stop working so hard
to defend them.

They certainly didn't do much
to defend you.

It's me, the hunter-gatherer.

I bring food

and communications
from the outside world.

ALLISON:
In here.

Daddy's home.

Daddy's home.

Daddy's home.

Can I steal you for a minute?

Bridge, would you finish
setting the table for Mommy?

I can't decide if
this guy's our savior

or Mephistopheles
in lawyer's clothing.

There's something
about his intensity.

On the one hand,
I love the fact

that he might be working for us,

and on the other hand,
I feel ashamed of myself

for hiring somebody like that
to do our bidding.

Why are you smiling?
What are you smiling about?

You're talking to me.
I miss that.

I honestly just don't
know what to do.

I like Aerodytech.

And it just seems
wrong when I...

when I think
about my dead friends,

and I think
about that awful day,

to be thinking about money.

(sighs)

Maybe that's naive.

I mean, what would
I say to Mr. Canty?

Oh, my God,
he called you.

Left you a message on
the answering machine.

I didn't get a chance
to tell you.

He wants to have lunch
with you tomorrow.

See, I already feel like
I'm cheating on him
by having this conversation.

(sighing)

He said "millions of dollars."

Maybe "tens of millions
of dollars."

MAN:
All right, ladies and gentlemen,
five women are dead now,

all brutally murdered
by the same sociopath.

Are you embarrassed?

Are you ashamed?

I know I am.

Our local hotels and restaurants
are losing millions in revenue.

Our convention center is empty.

Every day brings
a new cancellation.

And our Chamber of Commerce
is telling me

that it will take years
to shake off the perception

of Phoenix as
an unsafe city to visit.

Well, I won't have it.

Not on my watch.

I'm not going down
like my predecessor.

I like being
the new DA of Phoenix.

(gasping)

Huh?

There's another murder
after Debra's.

Huh?

I said, "There's another murder
after Debra's."

I'm sorry. I know that
you said something to me

'cause I saw
your mouth was moving.

It was awful.

Five women killed.

Debra and then another one,

and Devalos
wasn't the DA anymore.

They got rid of him.

Okay, okay.

So this is in the future?

Yeah.
But you don't know
specifically when?

What can I do
that I haven't already done?

I tried to convince Debra
she was in danger.

She wouldn't believe me.

What am I going to do?
Tell my boss,

"Hey, now might
be a great time

"for you to get
that resume out there.

Check out the
DA wanted ads"?

(chuckling)

What, laughing,
sleepy boy?

You going to make
some more fun of me?

No, I'm not making
fun of you.

I just seems to me like
this is just a math problem.

What's a math problem?

You said there are five victims

and that your friend
is the fourth victim.

And you implied
that Devalos gets fired

after the death
of the fifth girl.

So it just seems pretty obvious
to me what you've got to do.

Okay.

Well, just don't let
your friend get murdered.

Then your friend lives;

Devalos doesn't get fired;

there is no fifth victim;

everyone lives happily...

well, I suppose the third victim
is not that happy, but...

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

All right, I'm not
making myself clear.

Okay, if your friend
is the fourth victim,

then just don't let her be.

Put her under surveillance.

Don't let her out of your sight.

You know this guy is going
to come and look for her,

so just be there when he does.

Stop the murder,
stop the murderer.

(phone ringing)

I need you to do
something for me.

Joe?
Hey, Marcus.

How are you?
Texting my wife.

New phone, does everything
but make coffee.

(chuckles):
That's nice.

You're looking good.
Relaxed.

I talked to Dr. Myers.

He's very pleased
about everything.

Joe, we miss you.

Hey, I miss being there.

I don't know what happened
that week I came back...

Doesn't matter.
Myers says you're better.

So if you're willing,

you and your, uh, new phone...

More than willing.

Um...

What's this?

It's your annual
bonus check.

Postdated, you won't be able

to cash it for a few weeks,
but we wanted you to have it.

So you know what
we were thinking.

It's a little premature,
isn't it? It's May.

Well, given everything
that's happened...

I know.

It's probably four times
what you were expecting.

Closer to five.

You know, I can hear
you're in a hurry

to get back to work,
but the truth is,

if you wanted a
couple more weeks--

no doctors, no anything--

just a real vacation,

we would certainly understand.

Everything all right?

I won't lie to you.

You go through
an experience like this...

...and you start looking
at all your options.

Looking back on your whole
professional life

wondering if it was really
as meaningful...

as you remember it being.

Wondering if the people that
you've given your life to...

...well, if any of it
actually matters to them.

Well, I hope you can see
that it did...

that it does.

You just need to
take your time.

Make sure you're ready.

Then come back and we'll hit
the ground running.

Thank you.

To the future.

To the future.

Oh, actually,

there is one little thing
I need you to do

sooner rather than later.

Just over the weekend,
take it home,

and when you get a chance, uh,
read it over and then sign it.

I'm sorry, Marcus.
What is this?

Oh, it's just a standard form.

The insurance company
wanted us to give it to you.

It's, uh, some kind

of liability waiver.

"I, Joseph Dubois, hereby
release Aerodytech,

"its officers and shareholders
from any claim,

"future or past,
relating to events

occurring on or off
company property..."

You mind if I have an attorney
take a look at this?

Of course not.

It's a little awkward,
but, uh...

I need to have that back
before you can return to work.

Excuse me?

It's not us.
It's the insurance company.

They're insisting we get
your signature on those

before we can bring you back.

You understand.

Marcus, are you saying
that if I don't sign these,

I can't come back to work?

No, I'm not saying that.

They can't do that.

Aerodytech can't do that.

You can't fire someone
without cause.

Joe, please don't
go down this road.

There's always cause.
They'll find cause.

No! There is no cause.

What did I do?

I sat there for eight hours

with a gun pointed at me

and tried to reason with a man.

That's cause?! That's not cause.

How about not showing up

for your company-mandated
therapy last week?

The insurance company seems
to think that's cause.

Wait a minute.
Where are you going?

We haven't
even ordered yet.

I'm not hungry.

I want you to think about this.

There's a lot of money
in that envelope.

And who knows, maybe I could
get you a little more.

You...

JOE:
I'm telling you,
I didn't know what to think.

It felt like an ultimatum.

I came this close
to calling that lawyer

and saying, "Let's go."

Well, maybe Mr. Canty
was being honest.

I'm sure their
insurance company

is terrified that
you're going to sue.

I'm sure they do want them
to get you to sign

some kind of waiver
or something.

The good news is they're not
dropping you like a hot potato.

They're throwing money at you
to get you to stay.

They just don't want you
to turn around a year from now

and drag them into court.

Well, it's not like
they're throwing millions,

certainly not
tens of millions.

I don't know.
Of course there's

no guarantee that if I do sue...

(sighs)

Do me a favor.
Dream about us tonight.

Tell me what I should do.

Well, that's not fair.

If I tell you what to do,
who's going to tell me
what to do?

What are you talking about?
You don't need advice.

You know everything
before it happens.
Not true.

That little piece of advice
you gave me this morning?

Yeah, that worked out for you?

I went right to Scanlon,
told him he had to put Debra

under 24-hour surveillance.

That's my girl.

And I told him
about some filthy,

dirty text messages
I got this morning.

I'd like to have him
investigate to put a stop to it.

Oh, really? You want
those to stop, huh?

Someone is feeling better.

What can I tell you?

It's a triumph of
the human spirit.

(gasps):
Sorry, ma'am.

I didn't realize you were here.
I'll come back later.

Ma'am, are you okay?

Ma'am?

(gasping)

A maid found her
in the hotel bathtub.

And we're sure it's this...
Recapitator.

Not some copycat?

The previous victim's head
was there as well.

I got here
as quickly as I could.

You okay?

I'd rather be at the scene.

I'd rather not be looking
at pictures.

But when the mayor asks you
to sit this one out...

When the governor asks you
to sit this one out...

Press is getting
pretty vicious.

Care to see
the carnage?

That's okay.

I've seen it.

So, who was she?

Cheryl Ann Potts,
24 years old.

In town
for her sister's wedding.

(sighs)

This is what
she looked like

when she was still in one piece.

This is the girl I was telling
you about yesterday, Lee.

Red hair. Pretty.

It was her head that ends up
on Debra's body.

We can't allow it
to happen.

Wait a second.

What are you talking about?

We knew about this girl?

And who's this Debra?

Debra's a friend of mine.

I had a dream that she was going
to be the fourth victim.

I had no idea who the third
victim was going to be,

other than

what her head looked
like on Debra's body.

And...?

And I've been doing
some pretty fancy footwork

and we've had Debra
under surveillance

since yesterday afternoon.

Of course, nobody knows
why they're watching her,

and she has no idea
that she's being watched.

Well, that may have to change.

I can't sit by and just let
this woman go about her business

when we have reason to believe

that she could be
the next victim.

It's not as if our people are
in the hotel room with her.

We have to be smart about it,
though,

given the way we came
into this information.

I can't go to her,
and neither can you, Lee.

It has to come
from you, Allison,

as a friend.

Explain to her that you've been
working on this case.

You've just
become privy

to some highly classified
information and...

you believe she may be a target.

See if you can get her
to leave town for a while,

stay with friends...

I tried that.

Well, try again. Try harder.

It's not often in life that we
get a chance to thwart disaster.

Let's not have to look back

and regret
what we could have done.

(knocking)

Hey!

(chuckles)

Wow.

You really are persistent.

First I get a cell phone
full of messages

and then you show up here.

Allison, I really would
have called you back.

Is something the matter?

Okay, you know what?

I'm gonna change my clothes
and I'll meet you downstairs

in the bar
in ten minutes.

No, the bar won't work.

Are you alone?

Um...

Yeah, I'm alone,
but I'm also a pig.

My... my room's a nightmare
even after housekeeping, so.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Okay.

Sorry, yeah, come in.

REPORTER (on TV):
...winds, expect a high
near 52 degrees.

Clear tonight,
with a low near 41.

This just in:
the body of Cheryl Ann Potts,

found beheaded in her hotel room

earlier today...

Sit.

It...
Sit.

Sorry.

I'm expecting a call.

Mmm.

Can I get you a drink?

Mini-drink
from my mini-bar?

I'm terrified for you.

Okay.

You know what, Allison?

This has got to stop.

You... are watching
way too much television,

reading way too many
newspapers.

Do you know how many hotel rooms
there are in Phoenix?

I do.

I researched it

after the last time
you brought this up.

Depending on how you count,
over 55,000.

I feel totally safe.

Well, you're not.

Not in this hotel.

Not in that bed.

Okay.

I need a drink.

Debra, this is what I do
all day:

work on this case;

sift through information;
meet with detectives.

And today...

I can't tell you very much,
but...

I was given some information,
some intelligence.

You're his next target.

You.

Really?

Me?

Why?

You, you think he's looking
for free drug samples?

This isn't funny.

I'm not laughing.

You see this?

This is how I live most
of the time:

out of a suitcase,

from one strange hotel room
to another.

And you come along and you say

"Debra, I need you
to pay attention.

I need you to get good
and scared."

And you don't understand.

You're telling a pilot
that flying isn't safe.

You're telling a heart surgeon

that it's unhealthy
to handle human blood.

This is my life.

This is how I make my living.

So you're going to have
to tell me something more

than just "you're next."

I mean,
how can you be so sure?

Did you guys get a list?

Do, do I have something
in common

with the other women who died?

I told you.

I can't tell you
how I got my information

or even the nature
of my information.

Just that I believe it
to be extremely accurate.

No offense, Allison,

but if this information
is so accurate,

then why did they send you
to tell me?

Where's the District Attorney?

Where's the Chief of Police?

I mean, if I called your boss
right now, would he back you up?

I don't know.

I don't know if he could.

No, with everything
that's going on,

you shouldn't
call him.

Okay, well, you've certainly
given me a lot to think about.

I swear on my children's lives

what I am telling you is true.

Okay.

Will you call me?

Will you tell me
what you decide?

You know,
the offer's still open.

You can come stay at my house.

I honestly don't think
that's going to be necessary.

I have to tell you something.

Something else?

This is going to sound crazy.

Ever since
I was a little girl...

I've seen things...
dreamt things.

It took me a long time
to understand

that they were messages...

messages from dead people,

showing me things
that had happened,

things that were going
to happen.

You dream messages
from dead people?

All of my life.

And my work
with the District Attorney

is almost exclusively
about that,

about victims coming to me...

telling me things,
showing me things...

things that make it possible

for the District Attorney and I
to obtain justice

for those who have passed...

and once in a while,

like now...

to stop something horrible
from ever happening.

So you dream these things

and then you tell
the District Attorney,

and he listens?

Anyone else?

My husband.

Obviously.

And a detective

on the force and a woman
in the mayor's office,

and now you.

Okay.

I saw you, Debra, on that bed.

He took your head...

and in its place was the head
of Cheryl Ann Potts,

the third victim,
the woman he killed

last night.

Okay.

What was I wearing?

Work clothes.

Not a robe
or underwear?

So as long as I don't change

I guess I'm... I'm safe
for tonight?

You don't believe me.

We do have officers
watching you.

We have since yesterday.

You won't see them,
or at least you shouldn't,

but if you get
in trouble...

Okay, you know what?
I, I...

I have my magic robe
and my invisible bodyguards.

And I really need you
to leave now.

You will call me?

You will think about everything
I have told you

and you will call me?

Please?

I will call you.

MAN (on TV):
Hi, I'm Howie Mandel.

Welcome to Deal or No Deal.

Thank you.

...I've always said,

I have the best audience
in the world...

Hey, babies.

Any of you know where Daddy is?

...I promise to take great care
of you tonight. I promise.

And what does taking great care
of you mean? It means...

When did Howie Mandel
become our baby-sitter?

What can I tell you?
He was available

and the price
was right.

(sighs)

I wasn't expecting you home
so early.

Shouldn't you be ordering your
second drink right about now?

No drinks were ordered,
at least not by me.

(sighs)

Remember that
conversation we had

about how hard it is for me
to make friends and keep them?

Nothing's changed.

I'm sorry.

She thinks I'm insane.

You know, I'm
actually praying

with all of my heart

that she's proven right.

I called Scanlon.

They tripled the detail
watching her.

Even got the
hotel to agree

to let us put guards
in the hall.

(sighs)

I really don't know
what else to do.

All you can do
is all you can do.

Well, I did it all.

I even told her how I knew.

Wow.

Did that help?

No.

It made things worse.

So, how was your day?

I dodged calls
from the lawyer.

Dodged calls from my boss.

Flipped a lot of coins.

Nothing new.

Well, I'm going to go put
the girls to sleep.

Okay.

HOWIE MANDEL:
Next contestant is...

Allison Dubois.

Allison!

Allison.

Allison,
come on up.

I... I do this.

I do this.
(laughing)

Thank you.
Uh...

Welcome
to Deal or No Deal.

Tell me a little bit
about yourself.
Uh...

I'm live in Phoenix, Arizona,

uh, with my husband
and our three daughters.

He's an aerospace engineer.

I work with the District
Attorney's Office.

Wow!

Wow, so we have a...

(applause)
They love that.

Yeah.
Woo!

We have a...

a rocket scientist
and a lawyer.

You two sound like
quite the Dynamic Duo.

We try.
You try?

Well, let's try to
win you some money.

You ready?
Yeah.

Here we go. Okay.

We've got 26 lovely ladies
holding 26 cases.

Each of them has a random
amount placed in them

by a third party.

We don't know
what's in what case,

but we do know,
one case is holding

one million dollars.

(cheering and applause)
Woo!

And all I'm going to ask you
to do right now

is pick the one

with one million dollars
in it.

That's all
you got to do.
Okay.

Okay, Allison?

Okay.
Got a number
in mind?

I'm going to go with case #3.

3. Lisa,
open your case.

Woo!

(cheering and applause)

There you go.

Thank you.

(laughs)

(nervous
laughter)

Okay.

All right.

So you think there's a million
dollars in this case?

I do.
You do?

Well, let's find out.
You know how we do that?

By eliminating those.

Whatever's in those
is not in yours.

We're going to start
by opening six cases

before we call
our banker.

Pick some cases.

Pick the ones
with the small amounts.

Keep the large amounts
in play,

and the offers
will go up, okay?

Okay. Start with
the small amounts.

I'm going to go with

case... #9!

#9. Patricia.

(cheering and applause,
Allison whoops and laughs)

Patricia, open the case.

(screams)

One penny-- smallest
amount up there.

Okay.
We're off
to a good start.

Five more cases.

#15!

15. Brooke.
(Allison giggles)

Brooke,

open the case.

Okay.

(Allison screams)
A dollar!

(screaming)

You're off
to a really good start.

I don't think I've ever seen
anybody do that before.

#10!

#10. Okay.

Tania,

open your case.

(Allison screams)

(cheering and applause)

This is... This is

getting weird.

That is... That is unbelievable.

That is unbelievable, Allison--
the three lowest amounts

in a row. What-What do you...
You have x-ray vision?

I don't know what to say.

Uh, I-I'm a good guesser.
I always have been.

Oh, I can see that.

My God, let's keep going.

Okay.
All right.

Case #26!

#26.

(screaming)

14!

14.

(cheering and applause)

Case #7!

(screaming)

ALLISON:
Yes!

(screams):
Yeah!

I am, uh...
I'm speechless.

My hands are actually shaking.
They are.

This is, uh...
It's amazing.

I'm-I'm sure the banker's
hands are also shaking.

Let's get a call from him

and an offer.

Okay.
And see what
he's offering.

Call me.

Okay, here
we go.

Hello?

Okay.

Okay, um...

apparently, uh, we
need to stop tape.

(crowd murmuring)
And...

Excuse me?

Okay. No, I'm
sorry, folks.

I'm sorry.
We, uh...

This'll just
be a minute.

Let's get another
contestant,

and we'll, uh...
we'll start again.

What's going on?

(audience groaning)

I don't understand.

I think you know
exactly what's going on.

You are cheating,
Mrs. Dubois.

(audience groaning)

Cheating?

The banker knows exactly
what's happening here.

(crowd murmuring)

(gasps)

(sighs)

Thought you'd want
one last status report

before you headed home.

It's hard to imagine how
anyone's going to get to her.

I mean, we have her covered
like nobody's business.

And I guess
it's freaking her out a little.

According to my guys, she didn't
even leave the hotel today.

Worked from her room,

and when she did step out
to go to the coffee shop,

they said she didn't
look too pleased

about our being
in the hallway.

Well, I guess
that's the price you pay

to keep your head when everyone
around you is losing theirs.

(thunder rumbling)

(cell phone ringtone playing)

Hello?

Allison, it's Manuel Devalos.

Where am I catching you?

In the car, headed home.

Is everything all right?

Is there any chance I can
get you to come back here?

There's something I need
to discuss with you.

Something I need to... show you.

(elevator bell dings)

(thunder rumbling loudly)

Thanks for coming back.

No problem.

I just, uh...

got the damnedest call,

the, uh... damnedest fax.

I don't remember if
I mentioned it to you,

but this national reporter,
P.D. McCall,

has been writing some
pretty nasty pieces about me,

about this Paxton thing.

Got another one
coming out on Sunday.

Just faxed me a copy of it.

Wanted to know if
I had any comment.

Well, how bad is it?

Pretty tough stuff.

Quotes from an insider

talking about some of the
inner workings of this office.

Even talked about some
of the work you do for us.

Me?

He mentions me?

How is that possible?

Where did he get that?

Who would tell him?

Where would something like that
come from?

Well, I read the piece twice.

The only thing
that makes any sense...

is it apparently came
from you, Allison.

Me?

"The District
Attorney's Office

"seems to be held in a thrall
by a self-professed psychic

"named Allison Dubois,
whose dreams, vague feelings

"and prognostications appear
to have been the primary basis

for Walter Paxton's
prosecution."

I swear, I never...

I would never...

I didn't talk to this person.

I don't even know
a P.D. McCall.

I think maybe you do.

"But Mrs. Dubois' influence
is not just limited

"to the District Attorney's
Office.

"At one point,
she actually became so convinced

"that I would be
the Recapitator's

"next victim, she
attempted to convince me

"to leave town so that
my life would be spared.

"When I explained
that I couldn't

"and wouldn't leave town

"without some compelling
evidence beyond her dreams,

"she was actually able to
persuade the police department

"to redirect its resources
and provide round-the-clock

protection
for me."

No... it can't be.

She wouldn't.

I did some
checking.

McCall was her married name.

She's divorced now.

Her maiden name...
is Livingston.

Paladin Debra
Livingston.

(thunder rumbling)

P.D.!

You're not at all who
you say you are, are you?

You didn't
hit my car.

You don't sell things
for a living.

You don't even go
by the name Debra!

Okay, but then,
if you were really the psychic

you claim to be,
wouldn't you have known that?

I can't believe I let
you use me this way.

Please.

You know, at the end
of the day,

this really has very little
to do with you.

You just happen to work
for a man who I think--

who a lot of people are starting
to think-- is reckless,

foolhardy in the way
that he chooses

to handle
the people's business.

Believe me, I just took
a shot in the dark.

I had no idea when I told you
I'd hit your car

that you'd end up
being such a rich source.

I was just hoping
maybe you'd tell me

he was using
the office postage meter

for personal mail.

So, that's all I am,
is the source?

Doesn't it matter at all

that the man you're trying
to destroy is a great man?

A great lawyer?

A terrific district attorney?

A man who loves this city
and its people?

I'm sure he has a good heart.

You cannot run this story.

Debra... please.

I befriended you.

I told you things in confidence.

Crazy things, Allison.

Crazy things that people

who should know better
apparently listen to.

And that, all by itself--

that's reason enough
for me to run the story.

I told you those things
to save your life!

To get you to hear.

To get you to listen!

And what about me?

What about my life?

My husband's life?

My children's lives?

Are you going
to print those secrets,

make it impossible
for us to live...?

Allison, stop.

You are a lovely person.

But you are also a menace.

A nice, well-meaning,
good-natured

menace, and I like you.

And I do care about you.

And it is my deepest wish
that someone,

anyone close to you, find you
the mental health care

that you so obviously,
desperately need.

(cell phone ringtone playing)

(cell phone rings)

McCall here.

Hello?

Lee?

Oh, no.

Where?

Monamore Hotel?

I'm on my way.

Okay.

Wow. Bad news travels fast.

Poor woman.

Victim #4.

Funny thing, though--

I thought victim #4
was supposed to be me.

Good-bye, Allison.

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