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Mmm... mmm...

Oh, my God...

This is good.

Mmm.

I mean... really good.

It's delicious.

What did you say this was again?

I didn't, actually.

It's just an old recipe.

I'm sorry, I...

haven't seen you in...

well, gosh,
it seems like forever.

All I can talk about is
the food.

How have you been?

Well.

Very well, as a
matter of fact.

And what about you?

I see you went and
got yourself inked up.

Oh... (quiet laugh)

Yeah.

Me and the boys had a little bit
too much to drink one night.

When I woke up,
I had this tattoo.

Mmm... oh...

I'm sorry.

I really hate to nag, but, uh,

this is the best thing
I've ever tasted.

Please, you have to tell me

what it is.

Sometimes it's better
not to know.

Come on, what is it?

Filet? Tenderloin?

You're sure you want
me to tell you?

Oh, I'm sure.

Okay. But I'm
surprised

you haven't figured
it out yet.

That meat you're
enjoying so much?

The secret
ingredient...

is you.

(knife clanks onto plate)

We're eating you.

Your right leg,
to be exact.

Look for yourself.

You'll see.

(gasps)

(screams)

(groans)

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Well, there was definitely
nothing literal about my dream.

But the guy in it,
he, he was young.

He was like 20, 21, uh...

Oh, he had dark, shaggy hair.

Oh, he also had a, uh, a tattoo

on his arm.

It was like an eight ball
with fire all around it.

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

No one matching that description
has been reported missing.

Or turned up dead.

(phone beeps)

Lee, can you hold on a second?

I'm getting another call. Sorry.

Hello?

WOMAN:
Hello. Is this Allison Dubois?

Yes?

This is Mrs. Desai from
the Ubient Credit Corporation.

I'm calling to inform you

that your account is more
than 90 days past due.

Well, I appreciate
your heads up, Mrs. Desai.

But you know what?
We already know that.

Someone from your company has
been nice enough

to call us every single day
to remind us.

Now, if you can't arrange to
make the minimum payment soon,

I'm afraid your credit cards are
going to be frozen.

Yeah, you know what?
We know that, too.

(sighs)

We want to pay you.

We really do.

And we will, as soon as we can.

I'm sorry,
I have to get off now.

'Cause I have another call.

Lee, sorry about that.

Uh, no problem.
I'll keep an eye out, okay?

Thanks.

So, you're fairly confident

that Cassandra Baldwin would
make a good juror?

She's perfect for you.

I think that she will
vote to acquit.

Sir?

Hm...?

I'm sorry, Allison.

The truth is,
my mind isn't really

on this jury at the moment.

Um... (clears throat)

actually, there's something else

I would like to discuss
with you.

I had dinner last night with an
old colleague-- Jed Garrity.

He was a judge
when I was a junior prosecutor.

He's served
as a state senator for...

more than a decade now.

It was quite
an interesting evening.

Apparently,
there's some dissatisfaction

with the way Tom Van Dyke is
handling himself

as district attorney.

Imagine that.

Hmm.

Van Dyke is up
for reelection soon.

There are some people
who are disappointed

that he's running unopposed.

Senator Garrity among them.

Last night, Garrity asked me
if I'd be interested

in throwing my hat
into the ring.

So what did you say?

Oh, I told him
that I was, uh, content

to languish in a rented office
on the edge of downtown.

I also told him that I...

always imagined spending
the autumn of my career

picking up cases on a
catch-as-catch-can basis.

(laughing):
What do you think
I said?

I told him I'm excited.

I told him that I miss serving
the city of Phoenix.

I, uh, that I'd be thrilled
to stand for the job.

Oh, that's great news.

I'm so happy for you.

I have to admit

I'm happy for me, too.

But I'm trying to keep it
in check.

This isn't going to be easy.

The logistics of getting
a campaign up and running

at this late date-- frankly,
they're... daunting.

And... (sighs heavily)

the senator's support
is conditional.

Before he's willing
to endorse me,

he has concerns
that need to be addressed,

and chief among them is you.

Hey, if it helps you
get your job back,

I will happily crawl
under a rock

until after the election.

(wry laugh)

Well, I appreciate the offer,

but I don't think that's
a realistic possibility.

Reporters are quite good
at looking under rocks.

Yeah.

Senator Garrity
would like to meet you.

Tonight, as a matter of fact.

If you're willing, the three
of us could have dinner.

The senator could ask you
his questions,

and, hopefully...
that'll be that.

Dad.
Yeah?

I need to call Hannah back,

and Bridgette won't get off
the phone.

Well, I'm in the middle
of something, Ariel.
Just be patient.

Yeah, but she's been on the
phone for, like, ten minutes.

Who's she talking to?
I don't know--

some weird guy-- but she won't
say when she'll be done.

(sighs)

Well, just hold on for
a couple minutes, okay?

I'm sure she'll be off soon.

Really? You got to call somebody
in Niagara Falls?

How many times?

Bridgette,
who are you talking to?

Can you hold on a
second, please?

(whispering):
Mr. Reshmi.

Have you ever talked
to anybody in Alaska?

Bridgette,
who is Mr. Reshmi?

He's the credit
card man.

You're talking to somebody
from the credit card company?

Give me the phone.

But we were in
the middle of talking.

Mr. Reshmi...

Hi.

Yeah, my name is
Joseph Dubois.

I wonder if your supervisor
would be interested in learning

you've spent
the last ten minutes

chatting with a nine year old.

That's right, nine.

Well, all right,

let me be really clear
about something,

I don't want you
calling here again.

I don't want you
harassing my family.

And if it continues,

then I'm going to call
the authorities.

Good-bye.

A hiker's dog sniffed him
out of a shallow grave

in Boyce Park
this morning.

Somebody stabbed him
a couple dozen times,

then they dissected him
with a chain saw.

The best bet is
your friend here died

somewhere close
to midnight.

That's the same tattoo
from my dream.

That's what I thought.

Now, what would really
be helpful would be

if you could give me a complete
description of this guy.

A little something
more than, uh,

four feet tall, no arms,
no legs, no head.

You know, I could probably
also give you the description

of the guy who did
this to him.

What are you talking about?
You saw the murder?

You never mentioned that.

Well, not exactly.
It wasn't realistic.

But there was a man
in the dream

who was definitely
interested in his limbs.

He wanted them...
(groans)

for food.

Hubba, hubba.

A hubba from the hubba.

Well, that's good.

But it's not too hubba, right?

Mm, why do you ask?

Mmm.

Well, Devalos is too polite
to say anything,

but I'm getting the feeling that
this endorsement hangs

on whether or not
this Garrity guy

thinks I'm a complete nut job.

I want to look nice...

but sane.

Well, you look very nice.

Very sane.

But I do have to ask:

Are you sure that you are okay

with Devalos campaigning
for his old job?

What are you talking about?

Well, campaigns mean publicity.

And publicity means reporters.

Lots and lots of reporters.

Asking questions,
writing things about you.

It wasn't exactly a party
the first time around.

Well, I don't feel like
I have a choice.

Devalos isn't asking for my
permission to run for office.

He's asking for my help.

I know he's not thrilled
of what he's doing right now.

And I feel partially responsible
for that.

I'd really like help him get
back the one job in the world

that makes him truly happy.

(under breath):
Hey.

Allison.

You look lovely.

Thank you.

Jed...

The secret ingredient

is you.

Allison Dubois,

I'd like you to meet
Senator Jed Garrity.

Hey.
Hi.

Are the girls in bed?

Uh, Ariel's
doing homework.

Bridgette and Marie
are asleep.

How'd dinner go?
Oh...

I passed muster
with the senator.

He's going to endorse Devalos.

They're scheduling a press
conference for Friday.

Oh, so that's a win, right?

Yeah, it's great.

I even managed to get
through the meal

without accusing Garrity
of murder.

You know, I spent
the whole afternoon

with a police
sketch artist,

giving him
a perfect description

of an Arizona
state senator.

(both laugh)

What if they distribute
that sketch?

(sighs)

Who are you calling?

Scanlon.

I got to stop them
before they put
that sketch out.

SCANLON (recording):
Hi, this is Detective...

(sighing): Ah, it's
going to voice mail.

Lee.

It's Allison.

Uh, listen, uh,

that sketch that I did

with your artist
this afternoon?

Um, do me a favor and
don't distribute it

until I talk to you.

Okay, I guess I'll talk
to you in the morning.

(school bell ringing)

Your mom's going to be
tied up most of the day,

so I'll be picking you up
this afternoon, okay?

Okay, Daddy.

All right, kiddo.
Give me a kiss.

Bye.

Daddy, how can we tell
Mr. Reshmi

that he needs
to lock his back door?

Tell who what?

Mr. Reshmi.

I had a dream that somebody

broke into the place
where he lives.

Mr. Reshmi?

What, the credit card guy?

You had a dream
about the credit card guy?

I saw his name
on the apartment door.

These robbers, they came in

from the sliding door
in the back.

I think they took a ring.

Uh-huh, okay.

Well, look, Bridge,

like you said,
it was just a dream.

And even though you dreamt it,
doesn't necessarily mean

that it's going to happen.

But I don't think
it was just a dream.

I think we need to warn him.

Warn him? Bridge...

Okay, even if it was one of,
you know, those dreams...

there's no way of knowing
whether this is something that's

going to happen or something
that's already happened.

But either way, it couldn't hurt
to warn him, could it?

Bridge, I wouldn't have any idea
how to begin finding this guy.

I mean, these credit card
companies

have thousands of employees.

Most of the call centers
are in India now.

Well, we could call information.

Okay.

All right, when I go
home, I'll, um...

I'll call the company
and I'll, you know,

we'll try and give Mr. Reshmi
a heads up, okay?

Thanks, Daddy.

I think Mr. Reshmi will be
really glad you called.

Oh, and Daddy,

make sure he knows
that it's the back door, okay?

Okay.

Manuel Devalos,
an instinct for justice.

The campaign should

keep the public focused
on Mr. Devalos' record.

Minimize any
questions about

how he achieved it.

You can help us do that,
Mrs. Dubois, by being

very clear
when you talk to the media.

When the word "psychic" comes
up, you should say that

you've never been comfortable
with that term.

In fact, you don't
consider yourself psychic.

You've always been
highly intuitive,

and you've used that "intuition"

to solve
a number of cases.

Well, the newspapers
were very definite

about what it was I did
for the district attorney.

You really think
we can get away

with pretending
I'm not what I am?

To be blunt, Allison,

I don't believe you are
what you say you are.

Not exactly.

Now, that's not to say
that I think you're a fraud...

but if I were to accept

everything
I hear about you,

well, that would make me
question

too many of my dearly held
assumptions about the world.

And the last thing we want
to do is make people

question their
assumptions.

So, we're trying
to find language

that fits what you do
into the way most people think.

People like the word
"intuitive."

They're comfortable with it.

I'm comfortable with it.

To me, it describes
someone who might

use unconventional techniques...

in your case, someone who might
make leaps in logic

that might elude other
investigators.

Occasionally, one of those
leaps in logic

might come to you in a dream.

Is that a pretty fair
description of what you do?

Actually, that's
an excellent description.

And I don't
have a problem

with it, either.

That, to me, sounds like someone

I would want to have
working for the good guys.

Good.

(gravelly chortling)

(rapid gunfire in distance)

(distant explosion)

MAN:
I'm surrendering!

I'm surrendering!

(distant gunfire)

My name's Jed Garrity.

I'm a captain in the 101st

infantry unit.

I expect all
rights due to me...

Allison, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Sorry, sir, did you say
something to me?

GARRITY:
I did.

I said I think we accomplished

a great deal here this morning,
don't you?

Definitely.

SCANLON:
Uh...

I wanted to thank you
for making me 86

those wanted posters
depicting our own

Senator Garrity
as a murder suspect.

We got a DNA match for the body.

I assume this guy
doesn't look familiar.

No, he does not.

This is the murder victim?

Turns out
he's from Corpus Christi.

Name is Gordon LaRoche.

And seeing

as he was 59
instead of 20 like

the guy you dreamed about,
I figured that

maybe you were wrong
about everything.

Well, I guess I was.

This guy LaRoche must've had

the same tattoo as the
man I dreamt about.

Well, this is great news.

Thank you.

Okay, so I never reached out
to Mr. Reshmi.

Would you have spent
the afternoon dialing India?

No, probably not, but I wouldn't
have told our daughter

I was going to do it
in the first place.

Well, I'm pretty
sure this falls under
the category of white lie.

As far as she's concerned,
Mr. Reshmi is buying a lock

for his back door right now.

And I'm fine with that.

What?

Nothing.
You're proably right.

She'll probably never know.

Unless, of course, she has
another dream about him.

And if she does and she sees his
apartment's been broken into,

well, then she'll be positive
her father lied to her.

I'm not sure that our
nine year old is really clear

on the difference between
a white lie and a regular one.

I guess I'm calling India.

(rapid gunfire)

(grunts)

(Garrity coughs)

Looks like the welcome committee
got to you.

You got a name,
soldier?

Jed Garrity.

I'm a captain.

(hushed):
Welcome to hell,
Captain Garrity.

I'm from Corpus Christi.

The name's LaRoche.

Gordon LaRoche.

Senator Garrity
and Gordon LaRoche

knew each other.

They spent four years in a
prisoner of war camp together.

They even marched side by side

in a Memorial Day parade
in 2002.

I can prove it:
I found this

on the Internet
this morning.

There is a connection
between these two men.

I know.

I found out
they knew each other yesterday.

Turns out LaRoche had
quite the gambling problem.

Owed money
to bookies in four states.

I looked at his bank
statements yesterday--

even when LaRoche
wasn't working,

he still had chunks of money
coming in every so often.

$8,500 here, ten grand there.

A lot of that money came
in the form of personal checks

from Jed Garrity.

As a matter of fact,

he sent LaRoche
a check for 15 grand

just last Christmas.

So you thinking
what I'm thinking?

What's that?

Isn't it obvious?

Garrity was making down payments
on LaRoche's limbs.

It's kind of an expensive
meal, but, hey,

when you've got a ravenous
appetite for human flesh,

I guess you have to expect
to pay through the nose.

(laughs)
Great, it's comedy.

It's cop comedy,
the best kind.

What do you want, Allison?

It looks to me
like every so often

Senator Garrity would
try to bail his old war
buddy out of trouble.

Should I send a squad car
over to his place?

Charge him
with being a nice guy?

You don't think
it's a strange coincidence?

LaRoche turns up murdered
in Garrity's hometown?

Not really.

Especially since
LaRoche owed money

to at least two loan sharks
in Phoenix.

Tell you what.

I'm going to spend my morning
working the whole

"shady guys LaRoche
owed money to" thing.

I might even follow up
on the fact that,

at 10:00 on the night
he was killed,

LaRoche's hotel manager

saw him get into
the passenger side

of a silver sedan and drive off.

But, hey, if you want to,
uh, pursue your

"Senator Cannibal" theory,
by all means,

feel free.
Be sure and let me

know if anything breaks.

GARRITY:
Allison?

Hello.

Are you headed up
to Manny's office?

Yeah, I am.

Are you leaving?

I thought you two were working
together this morning.

We were, but I
had to reschedule.

A friend of mine died.

I've got to fly out to Texas

to pay my respects
to his family.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Were you close?

Once upon a time.

We were in the service together.

Well, I have to admit, sir,

I know a little bit
about your background.

About the things
that you've lived through.

I imagine that the bonds that
you develop

during war are very strong.

You have my condolences.

That's very kind of you.

But the truth is,
I've been out of touch

with Gordon for, oh...

it must be almost 15 years now.

Really? You didn't have
any contact at all?

I'd think that people who shared
those kinds of experiences

would keep in touch.

Unfortunately, my friend and I

became very different people.

We just drifted apart.

(car alarm chirps)

Gordon and I saw
each other at a funeral.

Must've been,
oh, '91 or so.

We haven't even
spoken since then.

Allison, are you all right?

You look a little pale.

I'm fine, sir.

(gasping)

(weak laugh, sigh)

(Muzak playing on phone)

MAN (on phone):
Suprabhaat, Ubient Credit,
Bangalore.

Hi. Do you speak English?

Yes, sir.
How can I help you?

Hi, I'm looking for an employee
of Ubient Credit.

I don't have a first name,
but his last name is Reshmi.

Your office in Bombay said that
they thought that

he might work at this branch.

That's right, sir.
Maneck Reshmi.

Let me see if he's started
his shift.

(Muzak playing)

RESHMI:
Hello, this is Mr. Reshmi.

Hello, Mr. Reshmi.

My name is Joe Dubois.

I live in Phoenix, Arizona.

Uh, you may recall
you had a conversation

with my daughter the other day.

Uh, she's nine.

You spoke of all the interesting
places that you get to call.

Yes, sir.
I... think I remember.

How can I help you?

Would you like
to arrange a payment?

No, no, actually,
uh, I am, uh...

I'm calling
to talk to you about...

home security.

I don't think I understand.

Uh, uh...

I'm calling to ask you
to buy a lock

for your back door.

Uh, you know,
the kind that-that, uh...

that makes it impossible
to slide open?

Um... uh...

you know what
I'm talking about, right?

You-You have a sliding door?

I do.

And you're calling me because

you'd like me
to buy a lock for it?

That's right, I would.

Uh, I know this sounds, uh, odd.

I'm afraid
I don't understand, sir.

Are you trying
to sell me a product?

No, uh, I just want you
to tell me

that you're going to buy a lock.

I'll tell you what.

I'll pay for it.

Okay?

Uh, those locks are cheap,
right?

What, uh, what,
about... about $25?

I'll send you a personal check.

If you are going
to send a check,

why don't you let me credit it
to your account?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, it's for the lock.

You got to buy the lock.

Uh, I'm still confused,
Mr. Dubois.

Why exactly are you so concerned
with my home security?

Uh, look, it's, uh...

(sighs)

It's my daughter.

Um... my daughter liked you.

Um...

Actually, she's worried
about you,

and-and... I promised

that I would try
to get ahold of you.

So what do you say, huh?

It's not every day

that a stranger
from another continent offers

to buy you a free lock.

(click, dial tone)

(phone beeps off)

So, you sent him
a check anyway?

Yeah, I sent him
a check anyway.

You know, I think
I need to talk to Devalos

to warn him about Garrity.

Warn him about what exactly?

I don't know.

All of it-- the things I've
been seeing in my dreams.

Two days from now,

Devalos is supposed
to stand shoulder-to-shoulder

with Garrity in front
of every reporter in Phoenix.

Can you imagine
what would happen

if Garrity becomes a suspect
in a murder investigation?

It would be the end
of Devalos's political career.

Well, maybe,
but there's nothing

that indicates Garrity's
going to become a suspect.

What about this?

The night of the murder,

someone picked up LaRoche
from his hotel

in a silver sedan.

Garrity drives a silver sedan.

That's not exactly
a smoking gun.

Every male
in the developed world

has owned a silver sedan
at some point in his life.

Uh, that's pretty much
what Scanlon said to me

when I called him
this afternoon.

(sighing):
All right, then why
do I keep seeing things

that tell me
that Garrity's a bad guy?

Why did he look me straight
in the face and lie to me?

He told me he hadn't been
in touch with LaRoche for years.

He sent him $15,000
last Christmas.

The two of them were in a parade
less than five years ago.

What is he trying to hide?

(birds singing,
insects buzzing)

(groaning)

Rhoades has dysentery.

He's dying.

He's not going to
last more than a week.

Now, we can just let it happen,

and who knows
how many of us are going

to starve to death
before he dies.

(insects buzzing)

Or his death can mean something.

It can help us live.

MAN:
What are you talking about,
Captain Garrity?

If Rhoades dies,
how does that help us live?

Are you saying
what I think you're saying?

We don't have any food.

Rhoades is dying anyway,
so we just...

...help him along.

Then we get to live.

MAN:
No.

No way.

I can't do that.

We all have to be in on this.

We all have to agree.

And we all have to eat.

God, I'm so hungry.

(flies buzzing)

(shallow breathing)

Fine.

But which of us is going
to do it?

Who's going to kill Rhoades?

We'll draw for it.

Thank God.

(flies buzzing)

Two straws left,
Captain Garrity.

Looks like
it's between me and you.

Let's just do
this, LaRoche.

(flies buzzing)

(weak groaning)

Where am I?

(quiet groaning)

Am I home,
Captain Garrity?

Not yet.

(weak moaning)

But you will be soon.

(shallow, ragged breathing)

(choking)

(gasping)

DEVALOS:
Let me be sure
I understand you.

A young man named
Michael Rhoades

died in a Vietnamese
prisoner-of-war camp

more than 30 years ago,

and it's your belief
that Jed Garrity murdered him

then... ate him.

Garrity didn't want to do it.

He was starving to death.

All the prisoners were.

He did it so the rest of them
could survive.

And you think that all of this
is somehow connected

to a murder that occurred
four days ago?

Gordon LaRoche was in that camp
with Garrity.

He was in the room

when Garrity killed
Michael Rhoades.

His gambling debts
are out of control.

Senator Garrity
was giving LaRoche money,

and lots of it.

What if they were
blackmail payments?

What if LaRoche said to Garrity

he was going
to expose their little secret

if Garrity didn't paid him off?

Don't you think
it's possible

Garrity killed LaRoche
to protect himself, his career?

No.

Actually, Allison, I don't.

Even if I were willing
to concede that,

many years ago, in some of the
direst circumstances imaginable,

Jed Garrity did a terrible thing
so that he could survive,

I refuse to believe
that he had anything to do

with the murder
of that man Scanlon found

the other night.

This is a man that I've known
for more than 20 years.

Someone who has been decorated
with the highest medal

the military has to give.

And if you're going
to come to my house

and accuse him of murder,
I need something

more than dreams about
a prisoner of war camp.

There is more.

10:00, the night of the murder,

someone drove LaRoche
from his hotel

in a silver sedan.

Garrity drives

a silver sedan.

Now, I think I'm going to have
to bring this to Scanlon.

And I really think
you should distance yourself

from that man before I do.

And you say this all happened
on Sunday night?

Senator Garrity was with me
at 10:00 p.m. on Sunday night,

sitting right in this very room,

as a matter of fact.

That was the night
he came to see me

about running for
district attorney.

We sat right here,

drinking whiskey and talking
until just before midnight.

I'm sorry to deflate

your theory, Allison,

but the silver sedan
you're referring to was parked

in my driveway
the entire evening.

(keyboard keys clicking)

ARIEL:
Dad?

Do you know some guy
named Mr. Reshmi?

He called when I was
on the other line.

Thanks. Hello?

Hello, Mr. Dubois.

I... I hope I'm not reaching you
at a bad time.

Uh, no, no, I can talk
for a couple minutes.

What's up?

Thieves broke into my apartment
last night.

They came in
through the back door.

I'm afraid they took everything
they could carry.

They even found a ring I had
been saving for my engagement.

I have to know, Mr. Dubois:

How exactly did you think
to advise me to buy a lock

on the very day
I was about to be robbed?

Um, well, uh...

(sighs)

It really has nothing
to do with me.

Uh, like I told you,
it's my daughter.

Um, she... uh,
she worries about people,

and at times, it-it...

seems like she's very...

prescient.

Do you know what I mean by that?

I think I can guess.

Will you please tell her

I appreciate her efforts
on my behalf?

I will.

I-I wish
I had been more convincing.

And I wish
that I had listened to you.

I also thought
you'd like to know

that your family's status
with the company has changed.

Your account was previously
classified as urgent.

Someone was meant
to call your home every day

until we received payment.

Based on the conversations
we had,

I have reclassified your file
as payment pending.

It should be quite some time

before it's reclassified
as urgent.

Perhaps 90 days.

You're telling me

that nobody's going to call us
for three months?

Thatis right, sir.

Wow. Well, I appreciate that.

Um, are you sure
you're comfortable doing that?

It is a large company.

Errors are made.

Good day, Mr. Dubois.

(crickets chirping,
dog barking)

(door slides open)

Uh, Bridgette
wants to know

if, uh, we can contribute
a little something

to Mr. Reshmi's
engagement ring fund.

Oh.

I mean, you got to
hand it to the girl.

She's really
built a bridge

between the Dubois family
and its creditors.

Well, I'm glad one of us
is seeing something useful.

You know what
I can't stop thinking about?

Is that poor soldier,
Michael Rhoades.

Just a boy, really.

And he died half a world away.

Al...

It was horrible, and now,

nobody's ever going to know
what really happened to him.

Well, maybe that's
a good thing, too.

Even if you could prove
that this guy died

at the hands of his
fellow prisoners,

what possibly could be
gained by exposing it?

I mean, imagine the horror
his family would feel

if they found out
that this kid was eaten.

And the men
who killed him,

I know that they did
a terrible thing,

but they were in a
kind of living hell.

And it doesn't sound
like they went on

to become career criminals.

I know. You're right,
of course your right.

(sighs)

This is what
I keep thinking:

If I can't tell the truth
about Michael Rhoades,

and if I can't help the police
solve La Roche's murder,

then why am I seeing
these things?

Why do I have such horrible
things stuck in my head?

MAN:
I don't think I can do this.

I'm serious-- I can't.

We've been
over this, Evan.

None of us wants to do it.

Gordon's been out of control
for a long time.

His debts are getting bigger.

He keeps coming to us
for more money.

Now he's threatening to take
his story to the networks.

I know, but you're talking
about murdering someone.

I haven't held a gun in my hands
for over 30 years.

I'm a doctor now.

We've all built lives for
ourselves-- that's the point.

If La Roche comes out
and tells the truth

about what we did to Rhoades,
that's it-- we're ruined.

I didn't fly out here
to have a debate.

Draw.

Sorry, Evan.

Look, I know we need
to do this...

Correction: You need to do this.

Why should I be
the only one at risk?

We'll all do it.

Together.

If everybody takes part...
then no one can back out later.

No one can become
another LaRoche.

We can't blackmail
each other

or threaten to go
to the authorities.

because we'll all
be murderers.

Each one of us will be just
as guilty as everybody else.

It's the way we should've done
this in the first place.

If we all did Rhoades together,

then LaRoche would've had
his own skin in the game,

and we wouldn't be having
this conversation right now.

Tomorrow night.

Evan, you tell LaRoche you need
to talk to him.

He can come to your house
for a drink.

Put some sleeping pills
in his whiskey.

We'll all come over later.

Midnight.

We'll kill him together.

And then each of us will get rid
of a piece of him.

Evan, you have to bury
what's left of him.

Do you think
you can handle that?

Now let me ask
you something.

Do you own a chainsaw?

(groans)

SCANLON:
Evan Sabow?

Yes?

My name's Lee Scanlon.

I'm with the Phoenix
Police Department.

I have few questions
for you about, uh,

about the murder
of Gordon LaRoche.

You knew him, right?

Of course.
Gordon and I go way back.

We were in the Army together.

Did you happen to see him
this past Sunday?

Sunday?
I don't think so; no.

You sure? Can you remember
where you were that night?

I was here.
I was home all night.

Are you asking me to account
for my whereabouts, Detective?

Hope you're not implying

I had anything to do
with Gordon's death.

Nah, I'm just checking.

Can anybody confirm that you
were here-- wife, kids?

No, I'm divorced.

I was watching television
all night, by myself.

I like that tattoo.

Gordon LaRoche had
one just like it.

Yeah, I know.
We, uh, we got 'em together.

A group of guys from our unit
got drunk one night

when we were on leave;

we all had these
when we woke up.

Wish to God that we hadn't.

We were just a bunch
of stupid kids.

What's in the bag?

Oh, just some tools, old stuff
I was going to get rid of.

You mind opening
it up for me?

You don't have to.

We could just wait
here together

while somebody drives
over a search warrant.

That's a nice-looking chain saw.

You shouldn't keep your tools
all mixed up like that, though.

They're old.
I was going to get rid of them.

Hmm...(sniffs)
That smells like bleach.

No wonder you're looking
to dump that thing.

It's not going to last very long
if you use bleach to clean it.

I really don't see that that's
any of your business, Detective.

Funny thing about
chain saws, though.

They're almost impossible
to get completely clean.

There's just too many
nooks and crannies.

So, Dr. Sabow...

if I take a real close
look at that thing,

you think I'll find some of
Gordon LaRoche's blood on it?

(phone rings)

Hello?

SCANLON:
Evan Sabow just confessed
to the murder of Gordon LaRoche.

Lee, that's great.

Have you arrested Garrity
and the others?

No. And right now, it doesn't
look like we're going to.

What do you mean?
Why not?

Sabow confessed but he's
saying it was all him.

He says he killed LaRoche
without any help.

Well, that's not right.

LaRoche was blackmailing
all of them.

All four of them killed him.

Not according to Sabow.

He says LaRoche borrowed money
from him,

the two of them had an argument
about when LaRoche was

going to pay him back
and it turned physical.

He's lying. He's trying
to protect the others.

I believe you,
but we searched his house.

There's no evidence that ties
anyone else to the murder.

None of the neighbors
saw anybody

coming or going from the house
on the night LaRoche died.

We'll keep working it, but, uh,
it looks like Sabow's taking

the truth to jail with him.

So that's it?

So Garrity and the rest of them
just get away with it?

I hope not, Allison, but at this
point, that's a possibility.

Evan Sabow may be
a bad murderer, but, uh,

I have to admit
he's a good soldier.

(elevator bell dings)

Senator Garrity?

I'd like to talk to you
about Gordon LaRoche.

I'm afraid I don't have time
for a conversation right now.

Senator...
You really shouldn't be here,
Mrs. Dubois.

I'm sure you're aware that Manny
and I have a press conference

starting in just a few minutes.

I would hate for any reporters
to see you hanging around.

You don't want to hear
about LaRoche.

Why don't we talk about
Private Michael Rhoades?

Would you all excuse us
a moment?

It's been a long time

since anyone mentioned
that name to me.

I know what happened
in that camp.

I know that Gordon LaRoche was
blackmailing

all of you about it.

And you killed him.

That's quite a story, especially
since Evan Sabow just confessed

to Gordon's murder.

From what I'm told, they were
having an argument over money.

But we know better, don't we?

And don't think that you
and you're friends are

just going to walk away
from this.

I am going to find a way
to prove that you did it.

That sounds like a tall order.

The killer's in jail;
he freely admits to his crime.

And I must say,
I don't understand why a woman

of your obvious talents
would waste her time

on a piece of business
like this one.

The four of you killed someone.

Fair enough.

But let me make sure
I've got your story right.

A long time ago, a soldier died

so that the men he served with
could survive.

My guess is, they were probably
aware of the burden

that the death of Michael
Rhoades placed on them.

Who knows? Maybe they even made
anonymous contributions

to the family of
that poor, dead soldier.

Seems like the least
they could do.

If these men had any
kind of decency at all,

it seems to me that they
would live their lives

in a way that honored
the sacrifice

that made them possible.

Don't expect me to sympathize
with you.

You gave up your right
to understanding

when you murdered
Gordon LaRoche.

Right. Gordon LaRoche.

He's the sticking point here,
isn't he?

If you're right about
any of this,

he's the only one who made it
out of that camp

who didn't understand the legacy
that Rhoades left behind.

The only one who didn't hold
himself to a higher standard.

If fact it sounds like you
think LaRoche tried to exploit

that terrible time
for his personal gain,

and he tried to drag the rest
of those survivors down

into the mess he had made
for himself.

Would I be sorry that someone
like that was gone?

Not at all.

He wasn't worthy of the life
another man gave him.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
Allison,

I have to go help put your boss
back in office.

A man I happen to believe
will do a lot of good.

A man I believe will help you do
a lot of good.

And that's all most
of us want, isn't it?

A chance to do something good
with the time we have.

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(sighs)