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Previously on Medium:

JOE:
There were five of us
in that room.

Only two of us
made it out alive.

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.

What is this?
It's a liability waiver.

You're saying
if I don't sign these,

I can't come back to work?

Walter Paxton

chopped his wife's head off

and kept her head as a souvenir.

We find the defendant

guilty of murder
in the first degree.

SCANLON:
I thought you needed
to see this.

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

DEVALOS:
City Hall's already being
inundated with people

calling for the immediate
release of Walter Paxton.

ALLISON:
The woman who hit my car,
she wants to have lunch.

What's it like working
for the DA?

I need to talk to you

about a dream I just had.

You said there are five victims,

and you said that your friend
is victim number four.

I thought about you

in that hotel by yourself.

Don't be concerned. There's
thousands of hotel rooms

in Phoenix
and only one Recapitator.

Devalos gets fired after
the death of the fifth victim.

I like being the new DA
of Phoenix.

Don't let your friend
get murdered.

Stop the murder,
stop the murderer.

Cheryl Ann Potts,
24 years old.

A maid found her

in the hotel bathtub.

The previous victim's head
was there as well.

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

We can't allow it to happen.

This nationalreporter,
P.D. McCall,

has been writing some
pretty nasty pieces about me.

Talked about some of the
work you do for us.

Where would something like that
come from?

Is it apparently came from you,
Allison.

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

DEVALOS:
I think maybe you do.

ALLISON:
P.D.

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

Okay, but then if you were
really the psychic

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

You cannot run this story.

I told you things
in confidence.

Crazy things, Allison.

I told you those things
to save your life!

JOE:
Hey.

ALLISON:
Baby, honey.

Try not to wake your sister.

Daddy and I have to talk
to you.

You know how we never
really told anyone

about Mommy's dreams?

About how Mommy sees things,
knows things sometimes?

Well, now that this
article's in the paper,

people are going to know.

Some people,
some people...

are going to think
that Mommy's lying.

And some people might even
think that Mommy's crazy.

And you two may hear
some of that at school

and when you're out.

You really think people
are going to think that?

Some.

So what do we do?

I mean, if someone
says something bad?

Well, what I'd like
you to try to do

is to ignore it.

I mean, we know
the truth, right?

Excuse me, are you
Allison Dubois?

You just pulled
into her parking space.
If you'll just...

Is this her?
I think so.

I have to get to work.

Can you talk about your
relationship as

a spiritual advisor
to the District Attorney?

Do you actually
talk to dead people?

Are there any dead
people here now?

Could you point
them out to us?

I really have
to get to work.

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SCANLON:
The fourth victim's name
was Pamela Franklin.

27 years old.

Does she even look like
your reporter friend?

She's not my friend.

Sorry. Just curious.

No, not even close.

SCANLON:
Speaking of which,

we have removed all surveillance
and protective manpower

from Ms. Livingston--
that is to say Ms. McCall--

and her hotel.

I mentioned it to
the deputy mayor.

She's going to make sure
the press is informed.

Gee, if I had known,

I could have mentioned it
to the welcoming committee

of reporters who greeted me

in the parking garage
this morning.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, you were briefing us
on victim number four.

(knock at door)

Got an old friend
of yours out here.

Mind if I
bring him in?

DEVALOS:
Tom.

Fantastic.

I am so glad that you
could make this work.

For you, Manny,
anything.

I'm not going down
like my predecessor.

I like being the new D.A.
of Phoenix.

(both chuckling)

Came straight
from the airport.

I'd like you all to
meet an old law school

buddy of mine, Tom Van Dyke--
Assistant District Attorney

out of Flagstaff
and a good friend.

The governor suggested
that I bring in a new face

to help, um...
how'd he put it?

Dissipate some of the
heat we're feeling,

and Tom was the first
man I thought of.

You've already
met Lynn.

This is Detective
Lee Scanlon.

Detective.
Pleasure.

And over here is
Allison Dubois
from my office.

I think I read about you
on the plane.

Well, don't believe
everything you read.

(chuckles)

Actually, your
timing is perfect.

Lee was just briefing us
on the tragic killing

last night-- a young woman
named Pamela Franklin.

27, physical therapist.

Where was she from?

That's one of the things
that's throwing us for
a bit of a loop.

She isn't from
anywhere-- she's local.

Lived here
all her life.

Local? I don't get it.

Then why was she
staying in a hotel?

We're still trying
to figure that out.

Coroner got a time of death?

Almost down to the minute.

Now, nobody
knows this,

but unlike our previous
three victims

victim number four was not
completely beheaded.

What does that mean,
not completely?

He started the job,

but a fire alarm
went off at exactly
7:17 last night.

It apparently spooked
him, sent him fleeing

before he could finish.

He didn't happen
to leave behind...?

Victim number three's head?

Unfortunately not.

(bell ringing)

(phone ringing)

Hi. Joe Dubois.

Mr. Dubois, this is
Cooper Conroy.

We met several days ago.

Yes, Mr. Conroy, I know I
haven't gotten back to you.

Things have actually gotten
a little more complicated

with my employer.

They want me to sign
some papers

before they'll let me
go back to work, and...

I need to meet
you tomorrow.

Maybe at the same coffee shop,
10:00?

Sure.

Is everything all right?

I'll see you at 10:00,
Mr. Dubois.

I'm heading out.

You're the last
one here.

You okay?

I'm, uh...

I'm great, actually.

Really? What are you taking
and where can I get some?

Allison, I do believe
I have survived

the worst day of my
career, and I can't
explain it, really,

except to say
that people get it.

The mayor gets it,
the governor gets it.

Everyone understands
we make mistakes,

and I find that gratifying,

exhilarating.

Have you checked in at home?

No, it's weird.

There are no reporters
camped out on the front lawn.

The kids were fine at school.

I guess at the end of the day,
Pamela Franklin's murder

was a bigger story than you
or your oddball sidekick.

* *

(gasps)

Oh, excuse me, I didn't know
anyone was here.

How did you not hear
the hair dryer?

I'm sorry, I...

Can you just please
get out?

You want me
to come back later?

No, I don't want you
to come back ever.

Do you see this?

This means do
not disturb, okay?

I don't care about the stupid
sheets or the towels.

I don't want anyone
in my room.

Not with everything that's
going on around here.

And when I checked in,

I told you
people that.

I understand.

Excuse me.
Con permiso...

(gasps)

(sighs)

MAN:
It's a very generous,
generous offer.

WOMAN:
May I?

Yes.
Thank you.

This has been cleared?

Mm-hmm.

And that is money
you will actually see,

not money you have
to fight for in a court of law

for six or seven... years.

(clears throat)

Sorry,

I, uh, didn't realize
anyone was in here.

Mr. District Attorney.

Manuel.

Will you two just, uh,
give me a moment?

Sure.

I'm sorry
to surprise you.

That meeting came
together very quickly.

I apologize if anything
looks untoward, Manny,

but the mayor, the governor,

everyone just felt
that the most efficient path

to a quick settlement
out of court would be to put

a new face...

A quick settlement?

What are you talking about?

They're threatening to file

a wrongful prosecution suit
against the city--

$50 million.

And I've been told to take
the lead on this.

"Get out in front of it,"
so that's what I'm doing.

Again, I apologize that you were
out of the loop. I...

No, I certainly see
the wisdom

in having a new face broker
that sort of conversation. Um...

I appreciate
you understanding, Manny.

Well, I'd better
get back inside.

We're sort
of at a delicate spot.

Of course.

(rattling lock)

(sighs)

Good morning.

We'll see about that.

You have to listen
to what I'm about
to tell you.

I have no interest

in anything you
have to say.

You think
the storm is over,

you think the worst is past,
but you're wrong.

It's only just begun.

Even as we speak,
I have to believe

that the people above him
are doing everything they can

to isolate your boss

and completely distance
themselves from you.

Fine.
There's going to come
a time when you're going

to want to get your side
of the story out.

And there's gonna be
all kinds of people
vying for that story.

I hope you'll
think of me.
You're insane!

Whatever you say.

After all you've done to me,

after all you've done
to my family,

why would I ever speak
to you again?

Come on, Allison,
I'm the devil you know.

Sorry, I'm late.

Not to worry.

My employer, my boss
gave me this to sign.

It came with
a very generous check.

but the implication
was pretty clear:

"If you don't sign this,
you can't come back to work."

Well, then by all means,
you should sign it.

I don't think you understand.

It's a liability waiver
of some kind.

Um, I think that if I sign this,

it's going to make it
very difficult for you

for you to take them to court.

You might want
to take a look at it.

I don't need
to look at it.

This woman who's
helped the D.A. get
in all this trouble,

she's your wife,
isn't she?

Why? What does that
have to do with anything?

Well, according
to these articles,

she claims to talk
to dead people.

Do you believe that?

You believe she talks
to dead people?

Actually, I do.

But what does this have to...?

And you'd swear to that
under oath?

Mr. Dubois, for me to prevail
in this case,

I have to convince a jury
to believe you,

to believe in you.

If before I can do that,
I have to convince them

that dead people talk
to your wife...

I would sign that paper.

Cash that check.

It was very nice
meeting you, sir.

ANNOUNCER (on TV):
First pitch to him...

Testing test, one, two.

Testing test, one, two.

(over TV):
...get the hitter to chase
that rising fastball,

but the two-one pitch.

Swing at the ball, hit in
the air into foul territory

in shallow right.

The 1-oh pitch on the way.

Mr. Paxton, thank you
for coming.

Oh, how could I not?

You've been my
greatest supporter,
my greatest defender.

Just trying
to get to the truth,

which is what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I believe there's a book
in all of this,

in everything that's happened
to you;

an important one--
my publisher does, too.

I was hoping
I might persuade you

to collaborate.

The two-one pitch.

There's a swing
and a soft liner...

Arizona's down by three.

Tough luck for Arizona.

And anyone
who has a bet on them.

The shortstop will make
a nice throw over to first.

I know they've frozen your bank
accounts while they hash out

the details
of your wife's estate.

My publisher is

willing to extend their generous
advance immediately.

I don't need money, Ms. McCall.

Oh, well, you'll need
to live on something

while you mount a suit
against the city.

You know about that?

I know a lot of things.

Litigation can take
a long time,

and my sense is that
District Attorney Devalos

is not inclined
to settle quickly.

Well, I have reason to believe
that that decision

will soon be out of
the District Attorney's hands.

I appreciate your offer,
Miss McCall.

I'll look forward to reading
your next article.

Struck him out and now he is
just one out...

I don't appreciate
your attitude, Ariel!

I've had a horrible day, too.

Bridgette, can you get
Marie a snack?

Mommy wants to get out
of her work clothes.

That must be nice.

(phone rings)

It isn't.

Hello.

Good-bye.

Who was that?

Some reporter from some paper.

They've been calling
all afternoon,

which I really don't appreciate

because I'm waiting for a call
from my boss.

Your boss? Why?

Have you decided whether
or not to sue?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the lawyer
made it real easy for me.

Really? What'd he say?

He said he
was dropping me
as a client.

He seemed to think that in light
of recent events,

that, uh, I might have a bit

of a credibility problem
with the juries.

'Cause of me.

(phone rings)
Hello.

Good-bye.

Did something else happen?
That phone all of a sudden

is ringing off the hook.

Yeah, something's happened.

The whole world's fallen
off its axis.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

I went to work-- no Devalos;
he's just not there.

I can't get a straight answer
from anybody.

I call his house, no answer.

Turns out that his friend
they brought in to help

is suddenly running the place.

He sends an assistant
over to me

to tell me that my part-time
consulting services

probably won't be needed
for the foreseeable future.

Ariel hates me
because some kid

at school found out
that she got the highest grade

on the algebra test,
and they're convinced

that I got the answers from
that Morrissey kid who died

in that swimming mishap
last summer.

Come on.

I had a dream
last night,

the fourth victim has
a spare head

in her hotel fridge,
which would either imply

that she is the killer
and killed herself or...

Or?

Or Debra is right,
and I'm crazy,

and this whole dreaming thing
isn't all it's cracked up to be.

So we're not suing?

No?

So there's no millions,
no tens of millions.

Uh, no, I'm going back
to my old job.

Thousands, tens of thousands.

Because of me.

No, 'cause that's
the way it should be.

I never really
felt right

in profiting from
all that death.

The truth is
I miss my work.

Um... so I'm okay.

If my boss would
only call me back.

And what about
Devalos and your

crazy dream and
your angry daughter?

What are we going
to do about that?

I just want
to go to sleep

and not wake up
for 20 years.

I like that.

Deal with your
problems head on.

I'll go look in
on Ariel.

You get some rest.

* *

Housekeeping.

Housekeeping!

Can you step back please,
so I can see you?

Sorry about that.

I guess I'm a little paranoid
with everything on the news.

You know what?
Forget about the bathroom.

I'm just now running a bath.

Would you mind just leaving me
towels and making up the bed?

Thanks.

Excuse me.

I thought I told you
to just do the bed...

No! (screaming)

(gasps)

(dialing)

(phone rings)

Lynn DiNovi.

Lynn, hi.
This is Allison Dubois.

I'm sorry to bother you so late.

That's okay, Allison.

I'm just getting home
from a task force meeting.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for Lee.

I can't seem
to get ahold of him

You haven't seen him, have you?

No. I mean,
he was at this meeting,

but where he went after that?
You know Lee.

Do me a favor.
If you see him,

will you let him know
that I need to speak with him?

Will do.

Perfect.

Allison.

I thought we were friends.

I thought I could count on you--
you and Devalos.

I have things to tell you!

I am still dreaming
about this case!

Look, I understand
that Manny is in hot water.

I know you're on thin ice
where you are, but...

We are friends,
but it's really not smart

for me to be seen
talking to you.

Not here. Not now.

And as for Manny...

Yeah, okay,
let's talk about him.

I get it.
Someone told him to stay home.

But neither
of you takes my calls?

Allison, Manny is on a boat
in the Gulf of Mexico fishing.

He isn't taking anybody's calls!

And when he comes back--
if he comes back--

it'll be because
the city of Phoenix

gets Walter Paxton
to sign a settlement agreement.

And, hopefully, for a lot less
than $50 million!

And as for you,
what do you want me to say?

You're toxic!

You just are!
So I'm sorry.

Given the way things are going,

nobody wants
to hear your dreams!

Nobody wants to hear
from Allison Dubois.

(sighs)

All right, I'm sorry.

Tell me. I want to hear it.

Tell me your dream.

Pamela Franklin.

Victim four.

I saw her
put on a maid's uniform,

talk her way
into Cheryl Ann Potts' room.

She brought knives.

She brought
victim number two's head.

It doesn't make any sense.

I know it doesn't
make complete sense,

but it answers
a lot of questions.

Like?

Like how does he get
into the room?

He impersonates a housekeeper.

The victims
let him in.

And why is it we can't
figure out who he is?

'Cause he isn't a he at all.

That's very nice.

It's... it's...
it's very interesting.

But aren't you
leaving something out?

I don't know
who killed Pamela Franklin.

Maybe it's someone
outside this whole situation.

Maybe that's why he didn't
finish chopping her head off.

Maybe that's why he didn't

leave behind
victim number three's head.

Or you're just wrong.

Like you've been on just
about every aspect of this one.

Go home, Allison.

Let us figure this one out
the old-fashioned way.

The way we used to do it.

You still interested
in talking to me?

'Cause no one else is.

I need you
to do something for me.

I need you
to change hotels.

And I need
you to do it now.

So what's going to
happen to me this time?

What?

You know, I just realized

that it seems like
you're always expecting a call.

Oh. Yeah. Trade secret.

It's also a digital recorder.

I like to make sure
I have it out

when I'm about to
have a conversation

that might
be quote-worthy.

So why am I changing hotels?

I had another dream last night.

Of course you did.

I saw the third murder.

Really? You saw it?

So who did it?

Doesn't matter.

I beg to differ, Allison.

It's all that matters.

No. You don't understand.

I saw the third murder.

I thought it was important.

I went to the police.

I tried telling them
about my dream.

But of course,
they won't listen to me anymore.

They can't listen to me anymore.

I was really upset.

I really started to believe
that there was no one to tell,

no one that mattered.

And then I realized
there was still you.

And in a strange way,

you're the only one
who ever really mattered anyway.

Because, Debra,
you're still next.

Wow.

You're like a
dog with a bone.

Listen.

Follow my reasoning.

Victim number four's head

was never completely severed
from her body.

So the killer didn't leave

victim number three's head
in its place.

Which means
it's still out there.

Which means
it could still be placed

on your body
after the killer kills you.

If you stay in this hotel...

Allison, you already
made this prediction,

and I'm happy to say
it didn't come true.

No. I was right about everything
except for the numbers.

It all still works
if you're the fifth victim.

If you're next.

In my dream, he said
there were five victims.

I saw victim number three's head
on your body.

I just assumed
it was a natural mistake,

but now I have figured it out.

You're next.

Allison, you're not
making any sense again.

If you were really
concerned about me--

if you did actually
see the third killing--

wouldn't it just
be a whole lot easier

to tell everyone who did it?
Who the killer is?

No. Because
it wouldn't clarify anything.

And actually,
I'm beginning to believe

that there must be two killers.

Two killers?

In my dream...

the person that
I saw kill Cheryl Ann Potts

was Pamela Franklin.

Dead Pamela Franklin?

The fourth victim?

Which is the reason I believe
there are two killers--

Pamela Franklin
and the person who killed

Pamela Franklin.
Pamela Franklin.

So come on. Just... just do it.

Just change hotels.

You really are crazier
than I thought.

Truly certifiable.

And you know the craziest part?

You know how I absolutely know
you're out of your mind?

After all I've done to you,

you are still here
trying to save my life.

Okay. Ooh!

You're right. You know what?

I'm crazy. Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Yeah, I'm crazy.

So just, you know...
just humor me.

Come on.
What will happen?

Nothing. You'll still be alive.

I'll still be crazy.

You can laugh
about the delusional lady

who talked you into changing
hotel rooms in Phoenix.

You can even... you can even

write a chapter
of your book about it.

Come on.
What's the downside?

I'll even help you pack.

But what if I'm wrong?

What if you're not delusional?

No. I'm going to be as good
to you as you're being to me.

I think I'm going to stay here,

and let the Recapitator
come and get me.

I mean, think about it.

If it's true-- if you're right--

then it would be a
great vindication of you

and everything
you stand for.

I owe you that.

Now leave.

Or I'll call the police.

And I'm reasonably sure

they'll listen to everything
I have to say.

Hi, Elizabeth.

Listen, I know that I
don't have an appointment,

but I was just wondering if I
could get two minutes with him.

I have these papers that
he asked me to sign.

I just wanted to find out
about a couple of things.

Let me stick my head in there,
see what I can do.

(sighs):
Well, this is embarrassing.

I don't know how I...

What?

He's actually not in there--
he's off-site today.

Mr. Dubois, please...

Hello, Joe.

Hello, Marcus.

I brought your papers back.

They're signed.

That's all right.

I'm afraid the
insurance company

had a change of
heart about you.

I know that they
became nervous

when you didn't
sign at first.

Well, what can I do
to calm them down?

I'm not going to sue, Marcus,
I promise you.

I just want to go back to work--
I just want things

to go back to the way they were
a month ago.

Joe, if I can't insure you,
I can't bring you back.

Of course you can--
this is your company,

I'm your employee,
you know me.

Yes, Joe, it is my company,

but if I violate my
agreements with my insurers,

I will have no company,
no government contracts,

no lines of credit.

300-and-some-odd people
will be out of work.

I'm sorry.

You're backing me
into a corner, Marcus.

You see that, don't you?

I mean, if you don't
bring me back,

I-I'm gonna have no choice,
I have to sue you.

I know-- but that
we're covered for.

I like having sandwiches
for dinner.

I think we should always
have sandwiches for dinner.

It's just funner
than hot food.

ARIEL:
Quiet, Bridge.

Mom and Dad
are thinking.

(dog barking in distance)

$4,382-- that's
the minimum

that we've got to come
up with each month.

That's mortgage,
car insurance, food.

$4,500-- that's
the magic number.

(woman moans sensually, laughs)

(man moans)

(man and woman moaning, panting)

(both moaning)

(woman moans, laughs)

(moaning continues)

(man chuckles)

(both moaning, chuckling)

(sighs)

Honey, how much
am I worth?

Baby...

you're worth everything to me.

(laughs softly)

No. I mean, money.

Well... let's see.

My late wife was worth about...
$88 million,

so... as soon as you become
Mrs. Walter Paxton,

you'll be worth 44.

(laughs)

And when will that be?

When will I get to be
Mrs. Walter Paxton?

Well, it can't be too soon.

That would be... unseemly.

Do you miss her?

You miss your wife?

Pamela,

I slit her throat,

then I cut off her head
with an electric knife,

and kept it in formaldehyde
for six months.

If I did miss her, I'd have
no one to blame but myself,

wouldn't you think?

I love you, Pamela.

I think that's pretty clear.

I love you, too, Walter.

I know.

I knew it the second
you said yes,

the second you said you'd kill
that woman for me, both of them.

How could I say no?

It was such a great plan.

You kill your wife,
give her head to me,

and go to jail--
but six months later,

I kill a random woman and leave
your wife's head behind,

so they know it
couldn't have been you,

and two days later,
I do it again,

just so they're sure.

And then we live
happily ever after...

get married.

Well, after tonight.

That's right, after tonight.

One more tonight.

Who's the lucky lady?

That would be you.

(gagging)

Ask me again
how much you're worth.

(alarm blaring)

(gasps)

VAN DYKE:
Tomorrow morning,

I will be convening a meeting
of every detective on the force.

There's going to be
a lot of changes made

in the way we do things
around here.

And I just, I want to be clear.

I don't see a bright future
for you here in Phoenix.

ALLISON:
Hey.

Well, look who's here.

Aren't you the lady who
predicted P.D. McCall's murder?

Allow me
to introduce myself.

I'm the guy who canceled

her round-the-clock protection

so that your prediction
could come true.

I went to look for you
at police headquarters.

They said they thought
you were here.

Yeah, well...

this new substitute D.A.
Van Dyke's

taken a special shine to me.

(elevator dings)

I'm heading out right now
to key his car.

Youwant to come?

I had another dream.

Fabulous. Was I in it?

More importantly,
was I employed?

We were right.

We were right the whole time;
it was Paxton.

Walter Paxton killed his wife.

His lover was Pamela Franklin.

She killed all the others
to convince the world

that he was innocent,
then he killed her.

And I'm figuring, last night,
he killed P.D. McCall.

Really? Walter Paxton?

The man we already
prosecuted and released?

The man who's suing the city
for $50 million?

That Walter Paxton?

Come on. Come on, Lee.

You just admitted I was
right about P.D. McCall,

and I'm telling you,
I'm right about this, too.

Let's go tell that Van Dyke guy.

Van Dick? I don't think so.

You know how he's
spinning this to the press?

You didn't predict it,
you inspired it.

By making this crazy prediction,

you gave this lunatic
a fabulous new target.

And me, I'm the idiot who left
her vulnerable to the attack.

I don't care
what he thinks about me.

And you shouldn't care
what anybody thinks about you.

We just have to get Paxton.

We're not going to get Paxton,
no one is.

Walter Paxton's bulletproof.

At this point, nobody can
accuse him of anything.

I'm telling you, if he got
caught robbing a bank tomorrow,

they'd have a parade for him.

He personally murdered
three people,

and he helped plan the murder
of two others.

That's all well and good,
Allison,

but you don't have any evidence.

Your dreams are not evidence.

Would it be possible for you to
get me into Debra's hotel room?

It's 4:45 in
the morning.

I need you
out of here

before the techies
show up again at 8:00.

That shouldn't be
a problem.

I'm sorry to leave
you on your own,

but I got to run
home and shower.

My fellow incompetent detectives
and I have been summoned

to the conference room at
7:00 a.m. for a what I know

is gonna be a truly
inspirational ball busting.

It'll be fine.

Come on, Debra.

Talk to me,
show me something.

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

DEBRA:
Is this the same case
you were working on yesterday?

I'm guessing you're a lawyer.

ALLISON:
Oh, no. I didn't actually
finish law school.

I work for
the District Attorney--

uh, Manuel Devalos.

Sounds impressive.

(beep)

DEBRA:
I feel so badly for you.

I feel so badly for your boss.

They're just destroying
him on television.

I know. I can't help but think
a lot of that's my fault.

DEBRA:
How do you mean?

ALLISON:
Before Paxton...
(beep)

(knock at door)

This is a surprise.

Is this a bad time?

Absolutely not, no. Come in.

Thanks.

Excuse the mess.

Forgive me; I'm
expecting a call.

Can I get you a drink?

A mini drink from my minibar?

No, I'm good.

I was, uh...

thinking about our
conversation the other day.

You called it.

I've only been out three
days, and already I'm broke.

So I was wondering if we could
have one more conversation

about that book deal.

You did say something
about an advance?

Would $10,000 tide you over?

Mm-hmm.

I think if you were willing to
sign some papers in the morning,

I'm fairly sure my publisher
could come up

with at least that
fairly quickly.

That would be a lifesaver.

So... what do you hear?

Are the police any closer to
figuring out who's doing this?

Well, I did hear
one really nutty theory today.

But it's not going to make you
feel any better.

It's pretty out there.

What's that?

Two killers.

Two killers?

(laughing)
Are you sitting down?

(laughing):
Obviously you are.

I can see that.

Pamela Franklin

and whoever killed
Pamela Franklin.

Pamela Franklin?

Mmm.

Well, I don't get that.

Why would she kill
all those people?

And who's
saying that?

Is it the police?

And who are they saying
Pamela Franklin killed,

everybody except herself?

No, I don't get that.

I don't know if the person
who told me this even knows.

And, no, it's not the police,
not really.

Yeah, I think the thinking was

that Pamela killed everyone
and then someone killed her.

But nobody is saying
who that someone might be?

And why would that woman
want to kill my wife?

Well, you don't know.

This may have nothing to do
with your wife.

It may only be about...
the second victim.

And all the other deaths
were committed

to throw people
off the scent.

Or it could have been
about the third victim.

But you know what?

I haven't really given it
much thought, but the truth is

women don't really
do these things,

not on their own.

Go into a hotel room
and cut off someone's head?

No.

I'm betting
when the smoke clears,

if she was doing it,
she was doing it for a man.

Not to sound sexist,

but it's always a man.

She was in love with someone,
someone she couldn't have and...

And?

And nothing.

We have a problem.

What's that?

I didn't bring my tools.

(panting)

(screams)

(grunting)

Don't go away.

(sobbing softly)

VAN DYKE:
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.

Well, I won't have it,
not on my watch.

I'm not going down
like my predecessor.

I like being
the new D.A. of Phoenix.

ALLISON:
Well, before you get
too comfortable...

I would appreciate it if you
would issue an arrest warrant

for Walter Paxton
in the death of P.D. McCall.

Here's the evidence,
on this tape recorder.

You can thank me later.

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