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MAN:
Well, it's not

miniature golf, son.

There are no curbs
surrounding the windmill

to bounce the ball
back into play.

There...

you go, nothing to it.

You can do it, huh?

All it takes is practice.

Practice and a good teacher.

Yeah, you're dreaming, Dad.

There's no way that I'm
going to practice

for a game that I honestly
don't give a damn about.

Wrong again, Son.

The only person who's dreaming
here is little wifey.

Whatever you say.

I, uh, used to go
to a pro for awhile.

I can give you his number.

He's in Tampa.
He runs a week-long course.

Hey, make a vacation
out of it.

Take the whole
family down there.

And, and, and, hell, do it.

Do it as soon
as you wake up.

It's not like there's
anything standing

in the way of your
going, you know.

Dad, it's the middle
of the school year.

And I know you think
that I'm not doing anything,

but I'm actually out there
looking for work.

Besides, Allison
and I don't have

any money right now
to take a vacation.

All right, so don't
go to Florida.

But do yourself a favor.

I mean, take a little holiday.

You're as nervous
as a whore in church.

How 'bout a car trip, huh?

You can go to California.

Check out Universal.
Huh, Disneyland?

Yeah, why this
sudden urge to travel?

What are you trying to pull?

Well, I'm not actually
trying to pull anything.

I am just suggesting
as forcibly as possible

that you and yours get
out of town this week.

(phone ringing)

And, uh,
while I'm suggesting,

don't answer that phone.

Well, don't worry,
I can't.

I'm here on the driving
range with you.

(phone continues ringing)

That's right.

That's right,
just let it ring.

(ringing stops)
Ah, damn.

What's the matter?

You answered it.

JOE (on phone):
Mom, I can't tell you
how much I appreciate this.

I swear to you, you'll have
every cent back the instant
I get work.

Mom, you know you're welcome
to visit us anytime you want.

This week?

(groans)

Sure.

(hushed):
What?

She's bringing the money
that I asked to borrow.

Besides, it's not like we have
anything else to do.

Well, I was thinking about maybe
taking the kids to Disneyland.

Mom? Um, I'm sure
that it's fine.

But you know we're three
hours earlier here.

Just, just let me just run it
by Allison when she gets up.

Yeah, I'll call you
in a couple hours.

(phone beeps off)

Disneyland?

It wasn't my idea.

Is Grandma coming to visit?

Um, yeah, it looks that way.

What are you doing up?

I had a nightmare.

Couldn't sleep.

Are you okay?

Fine, just weird.

Well, you don't have to be up
for another hour.

Try to get some rest.

(phone ringing)

Are you going
to answer that?

It's the third time
they've called.

(ringing continues)

(ringing stops)

There. All gone.

What's her name?

It's not a her.

Trust me, it's not a her.

(phone ringing)

She's back.

The fire department?

You cheating on me
with a fireman?

Knock it off.

It's too early
for your kind of comedy.

Then tell me
what's going on?
There's nothing going on.

The phone's ringing,
I'm not answering it.

Oh, my God.

It's Tuesday.

I heard a rumor
about this.

You're part of this
Tuesday thing.

It's none of your
business, Lynn.

What are you talking about?

It's completely my business.

If this is what think it is,

it's what my whole day
is going to be about.

(phone ringing)

Why don't you just tell
them you're sick?

That's the plan, isn't it?

Isn't that how
the "blue flu" works?

One day all the cops in
Phoenix are magically sick.

Angry taxpayers
call the mayor.

The next day the
contract negotiations

with the city take
a whole different turn.

Hey, look around.

I'd like a bigger place.
(ringing stops)

I'd like a nicer car.
Is that a crime?

Where you going?
It's barely 7:00.

(door slams)

(shower running)

(phone ringing)

Scanlon.

Hey, girls! Three minutes!

I'm taking you to school.
Mommy's got a meeting.

Hey, listen,

um, after I drop the girls off,

I'm going to stop by
the grocery store and pick up

a couple things I know
that my mom wants.

You're doing the Cynthia
meeting here, right?

Yeah, I can't go to her office.

I'm her big secret.

Remember?
She's bringing the check.

I told you she's bringing
the check, right? $10,000.

She had to sell a couple bonds

to get it.

Joe, I'm not upset
your mother's coming.

I'm just-- I'm nervous.

I mean, I haven't seen this
woman since all this

stuff came out about me.
Okay.

Well, no, it's not okay.

If one of my children

was married for almost 15 years

and I thought I knew
this person, and then suddenly

one day this thing comes out

in the paper.
This thing that is central

to who they are as a person?

I don't know, I would feel...

hurt or... or angry.

Well, I don't hear that.

Not on the phone.

She just sounds excited.

Sounds like she just really

looking forward
to seeing us all.

I hope you're right.

(fire truck siren wails)

(garbled radio transmission)

MAN:
How far do you want this tape
to go around the back here?

Hey, somebody check
the temperature in hell.

I think I see one
of Phoenix's finest

actually out doing his job.

Thanks for leaving
your sick bed, Detective.

Nice to see you, too.

SCANLON:
My God.

This is awful.

I still can't be
sure it's a crime.

I mean how do we
know whoever this is

didn't just fall asleep
with a cigarette?

Or a joint or a crack pipe?

We don't.

Just seems highly
unlikely to me

that somebody would
cover themselves,

the walls and the drapes
in accelerant,

and then go roll
themselves a doobie.

This fire was set,
Detective.

(doorbell chiming)

Good morning.
Good morning.

I like Phoenix.

But I'm going
to have to get busy

or they'll put me on a plane
to Denver or Albuquerque--

anywhere they can make
money off me.

Which would, of course,

be the end of our little
arrangement.

So I was wondering whether

you could have a look at these.

These are unsolved cases

from our Ameritips Office
here in Phoenix.

Missing people,
missing things...

Okay.

Tell me whether you,
you get a twinge.

A twinge?

A twinge, an orgasm,

a hot flash-- I don't care.

I'm just trying
to create some churn,

some activity.

So, uh...

I want you to look
at this stuff,

live with it for a bit,

and, uh, let's see
if we can't drum up

a little business for ourselves
here in Phoenix, hmm?

(school bell rings)

(indistinct chattering)

TEACHER:
Owen?

Principal Reed needs to see you.

(grand orchestral music begins)

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I just kept telling myself
it didn't mean anything.

Just a weird dream.

Do you want to tell me about it?

The dream? No.

The point is that, today,
when I was in World Themes,

the principal came and,

and pulled the boy that I dreamt
about out of class.

Owen.

I saw them in the hallway and
he was telling Owen something

and Owen started crying.

And then I heard
that his mom had died.

Is that what happened
in your dream?

I guess I just don't get it.

You don't get what,
honey?

Why?

Why did I dream
that dream?

Was I supposed to do
something or say something?

Could I have stopped it?

You're a 15-year-old girl.

I have to believe

that if your dream could
have saved a woman's life

it would have been dreamt
by somebody a little more...

a little older,

a little more sure
of themselves.

Mom! Dad!

Mom, Dad!

Look what we made!

JOE:
Wow, look at that!

That is quite a piece
of handiwork.

Girls, that is beautiful,

but Daddy and I
already decided

that Grandma's going to stay
in Ariel's room.

What?

Ariel, I need you to go sleep

in your sisters' room
on the air mattress.

Why do I have

to give up my room?

Bridgette and Marie
really want Grandma

to stay with them in theirs.

No, because
Grandma is too old

to share a room.

You don't know that.
She likes sharing.

She's always telling me
to share.

Okay, girls...

I say we have
a vote.

Everybody in favor of Grandma
sleeping in our room,

raise your hand.

Sorry,

girls, this is not up
for a vote.

But I thought

we lived in a democracy.

Well, actually, here in
the Dubois household,

we live in what I
like to think of

as a "benign
dictatorship."

What does that mean?

That means that
Mommy and mine

are the only
votes that count.

But what about the sign?

Now we have to redo
the sign.

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

I know, I'm the
lowest of the low--

a public servant who
won't serve the public.

What do you want
from me, Lynn?

The other 1,100
people I work with

don't feel
the same way.

Frankly, you and your
friends at City Hall
don't make it easy.

You won't negotiate.

You won't give
us a raise.

When we go on strike,

you tell us we're
breaking the law.

(phone rings)

Don't...

It's not after
midnight yet.

I'm still not supposed
to be answering calls.

Lee Scanlon's phone.

No, I'm sorry.
He's sick.

Yeah, really sick.

Can't keep anything
down.

I finally got him to bed.

Uh-huh.

I can give him
a message.

Yeah, sure,
I'll write it down.

Mary Stacey?

S-T-A-C-E-Y.

Sure.

Uh-huh.

So it was her house
that burnt down.

Her and her husband's.

And it was her remains
this morning.

Got it.

Separated six weeks ago.

She filed for divorce.

Hubby moved out, okay.

Neighbor saw
the husband's car

in front of the house
last night,

heard a loud fight
in the driveway.

Ten minutes later
the fire started.

Got it.

Oh, absolutely.

I'll be sure
and give him your best.

All right,
thank you.

What are you
so happy about?

Case closed.

First thing in the morning
I pick up the husband.

Who knows? I put this
thing to bed fast enough,

maybe no one will even
notice I was in school

when I was supposed
to be playing hooky.

Hey.

Need a date?

Free for the rest
of the night?

Do you mind if we
went to my office?

There's no one there.

It's perfectly safe.

I just, I'd rather not
look for a hotel room.

Wow.

Nice.

So, what do you do here,
sweetheart?

Oh, my God.

I love this.

Are we going to do it
in the chair?

Actually,

I'd really like that.

Hey,

I hear that dentists
have really good drugs.

Any truth to that?

I thought
you'd never ask.

Wow.

That's kind of big.

Don't you got anything
I can swallow?

Oh,

don't worry.

We'll get around to that
eventually.

(both chuckle)

(gasps)
(moans softly)

Allison?

What you doing?

And what's in
that box

that can't wait
till morning?

These.

This.

JOE:
Hmm.
CYNTHIA:
This is good.

This is very, very good.

This little girl's been
missing for about nine months,

Mommy and Daddy are probably
just coming to terms

with the idea they're never
going to see her again,

and, uh,

they get a call from me saying
I've got a new lead.

Maybe I can even
renegotiate our fee.

I told you, she was
working as a prostitute.

Well, that sure beats
being dead.

I mean, there's no crime
to solve if she's dead.

There's no fee to collect
if she's dead.

Um,

I wonder if you would,
uh, look after this stuff,

while I go to the little
girls' room.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Hi. You don't know me,

but I hear this is
the number to call

if you need cheap legal help.

Is this who I think it is?

You'd be stunned
at how cheap you can get me.

Excellent.

'Cause I've actually got a case

and I could use
some paralegal assistance.

A little paralegal
or a little paranormal?

Can you meet me
at Police Headquarters, 1:00?

You just try to keep me away.

Got a lot of stuff here, Mom.

You sure you're only
staying a couple days?

Just a quick visit.

I promise.

Well, you didn't have
to buy the whole mall.

The girls just enjoy
spending time with you.

Well, that's nice
of you to say,

but I'm a
grandmother.

I'm supposed to
spoil my grandkids.

Besides, it's my money
and I'll spend it

any way I want to.

You can't take it
with you, you know?

At least that's what I hear.

Is that what you hear?

(sighs)

She feels funny that
we never told you.

I feel funny that
I never told you.

How could she have told me?

How could you have told me?

If the day isn't going
bad enough.

Relax.

Our old friend Manuel
Devalos has himself a case.

He asked me to
meet him here

and give him a hand.
Excellent.

I could use a friendly face
around here.

So what have you
been working on?

A couple of things.

Got a murder case.

I'm about to interview
the number one suspect.

Pretty open
and shut though.

Guy didn't like his wife
so he set his house on fire.

With her in it.
Oh, nice.

You haven't had any
good arson dreams
lately, have you?

Nope.

Hey, you wouldn't happen
to be looking

for a horny dentist,
would you?
Nope.

Wow.

Yeah, they love me.

What's that all about?

I don't know.

There's something going
around the precinct,

I'm the only one
who didn't catch it.

I think they're
all jealous.

I don't see Manny.

Anyway, I got me a scumbag
to interrogate.

A Mr. Graham Stacey.

A Mr. Graham Stacey?

Well, don't let
me keep you.

Be sure and tell
our old boss hello for me.

Will you?
I'll definitely
do that.

Mr. Stacey, my name
is Detective...

Lee?

Allison.
Hi.

Manny.

Graham Stacey?

Well, this is sure
going to be interesting.

Oh. Mm-hmm.

(touch tones sounding)

I thought we might
as well get this out
of the way right now.

You're going to get
every cent of this back.

Plus interest.

I'm your mother.

I don't charge
interest.

Yeah, well, I'm your son,
and I don't accept charity.

STACEY:
My wife

called me at my hotel room
around 8:00.

We're in the process
of getting a divorce.

Not my idea.

I haven't been living at
the house for a while now.

But you still
have a key?

Yes, I do.
It's still my
house, too.

What was
the conversation about?

She said she was
rethinking some things.

She said she missed
me, would I come over.

What happened?

I went over.

Your neighbors
reported

hearing a loud argument
around 9:00.

Would it be fair to assume that
that was you and Mrs. Stacey?

Yes, I'd say that's
a fair assumption.

I really don't know
how to explain this,

but... I got to the house,

and it was like
a different woman had phoned me.

She wasn't happy
to see you?
No, she wasn't.

I only got to the garage
before we started fighting.

Then what happened?

Nothing. We argued
maybe five minutes,

and I left.

You left? Just like that?

She was out of
control. Screaming.

I knew my attorney

wouldn't have wanted me over
there in the first place,

so when I saw how angry
she was, I got out of there.

(sighs)
Back up.

So you're saying
you never went in the house?

I think my client's been fairly
clear on that point, Detective.

Thank you, Counselor.

(sighs)

You fought in the garage,
and then you left.

That's your story.

That's what happened.
Oh.

Not to belabor
the obvious, but, uh,

to the best
of your recollection,

your wife-- she was alive
when you drove off?

Of course.

So, yes?

Yes.

You didn't smell any smoke,
you didn't see any flames?

I smelled no smoke,
I saw no flames.

If I had, I wouldn't have left.

I mean, she was my wife.

I still loved her.

Is that all, Lee?

Uh, not quite, no.

Mr. Stacey, what would
you say if I told you

that we obtained a warrant
to retrieve the clothing

that you sent down
to the hotel laundry

that night?
On what grounds?

And what if
I told you

that we found traces
of an accelerant,

one that matched the kind
that was used

to start the fire in your house?

What would you say
to that?

Huh.

I'd say I believe that.

Like I said, we
were in the garage.

It got heated.

There was a glass jar.

It hit the wall and smashed.

I thought it was turpentine.

Turpentine?
Turpentine.

DEVALOS:
Is there anything
else, Detective?

Because if not, I think

my client would appreciate
some rest.

He's had an extraordinarily
harrowing day.

Not as tough as his wife's.

Detective...

Well, you know what?

I think I'd like
to take a short break.

Mrs. Dubois, can I talk to you
outside in the hall?

Me?

In the hall?

(door closing)

What do you think?
What do you see?

What do you mean,
"What do I see?"

Hey, I'm not the new kid
in school here.

I saw you staring at him.
I know how this works.

Is anything
that he's saying matching up

to what you're seeing?

Somebody want to tell me
what's going on?

BOTH:
There's nothing
going on...

Just two old friends
having a chat.

Well, that's fine, but
let me just remind
the one old friend

who's in my employ that
there's this little thing called

attorney-client privilege,
and let me remind the other

old friend who used to be in my
employ if you don't stop...

Excuse me, Counselor, but
I think you'd be hard-pressed...

...doing what you're doing,
I'll have to report you...

...to find a judge
who believes

attorney-client privilege
extends to...

Did you see something in
there? Did you have a dream?

Excuse me. I asked you first.
She works for me,
Detective.

Don't force me to bring you in
for questioning!

(Stacey clears throat)

STACEY:
Uh, excuse?

Are-Are you folks
coming back in?

I mean, am I supposed
to just sit in here?

You said this wouldn't
take very long.

You said they had no grounds
to charge me.

Just please give us
a moment, Mr. Stacey.

We'll be
right back in.

Thank you.

I don't know what to tell you,
either one of you.

I saw what you saw,
I heard what you heard.

And the only thing
I'm dreaming about

is a runaway girl selling
herself as a prostitute,

and the fact that
my mother-in-law

is coming in
town for a visit,

and I really can't tell you
which one scares me the most.

(sighs)

Huh.

Hmm.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

* Alouette, gentille Alouette *

* Alouette, je te plumerai *

* Je te plumerai le nez *

* Je te plumerai le nez... *

Hi, Mom.
Grandma's teaching us

how to sing
in French.

I see that. Oh.

Welcome.

Oh, it's wonderful
to see you.

It's wonderful
to be seen.

Did you get
some dinner?

There's plenty left.

Grandma made
fondue.

It's gooey!

Well, I don't want
to miss that.

Well, it's official.
I must be on the fritz.

I'm sorry. You must be
on the what?

The fritz.

You know, I was
at this meeting today.

One of Devalos's clients
was being questioned,

and we're all sitting there,
and we're trying to figure out

if this guy's
telling the truth.

And then I see...

nothing.

So that means
you must be on the fritz?

I mean,

it's not like
you always see something.

It's not like this has
never happened before.

I know, but just,
they were so counting on me.

And then tonight--
your mother.

You know, I had a dream,
a premonition

that this visit was something
that should be avoided,

something we should
run away from.

And then I get home, and
she's so great with the kids.

And she's lending us
that money.

And she seemed so serene.

No, I know. When
I picked her up

from the airport, I
had prepared myself.

I mean, I think deep inside,
I was dreading this visit,

'cause, I mean, here I
am, I don't have a job,

and you know, I'm borrowing
money from my mother,

and plus all that
stuff with you...

You know, she didn't mention
that once today, not once.

I know. She couldn't have
been more understanding.

She couldn't have
been sweeter.

I don't know.

Maybe we're all on the fritz.

(knocking)

Mom?

Why do you have these?

Uh, it's something
I'm working on.

A case I'm helping
Mr. Devalos with. Why?

This is her.

This is the woman
from my dream.

This is Owen Kearns's mother.

Ariel, let
me see that.

Are you telling me this is the
woman you saw kill herself?

She poured gasoline all over
herself and lit a match.

Mom, I don't understand.

If this woman did this
to herself,

why do all these articles say
it was murder?

JOE:
Ah, just curious,

but when exactly were
you going to tell me

that our daughter saw
a woman burn herself

to death
in a dream?

The woman in this picture's

name is Mary Stacey.

Ariel just said that
her last name is Kearns.

Yeah, it was

when she was married
to her first husband.

Devalos is working
for her second husband, Graham.

The police believe
he's the one who burned her.

But if Ariel's
dream is right,

if she did it herself...

(sighs)

(door bells jingle)

Okay. For what it's worth,

she didn't mention
you'd be here, either.

Must be something good

if she's willing
to risk a replay
of this afternoon.

Question is, good
for you or good for me?

Coffee. Black.
My, my, my.

You are so eager to convict
my client, aren't you?

Only 'cause
I know he did it.

And I know
he didn't.

All I know is,
back in the day,

the only question
you'd be asking yourself is

whether or not to go
for the death penalty.

Yeah. Well, all I know
is, back in the day,

you were never so desperate to
please the man you worked for

that you wouldn't
be willing to look

at all the evidence before
rushing to judgment.

Give me five minutes
alone with your client,

I'll show you
a rush to judgment.

(doorbells jingle)
ALLISON:
Sorry I'm late.

Oh. No,
that's okay.

Gave us a chance
to patch things up.

Suicide?
Suicide?

I'm just telling you
what Ariel told me.

I'm just telling you
what Ariel saw.

A broken marriage,

a knock-down drag-out
with the man you once loved.

Maybe it all just got
to be too much for her.

SCANLON:
You may want
to hold up there

a second, Dr. Phil,
'cause I talked

to all her friends
and family members.

None of them
said anything

about her being depressed
about the divorce.

Well, some people
are very good

at covering up
how they really feel.

Yeah, well, I'm
not one of them,

and I got to tell you--

this whole suicide theory
just doesn't add up for me.

First off, nobody sets
themselves on fire.

Not when there are pills
in the medicine chest.

Not when there's a
perfectly good gas
oven in the kitchen.

Fire hurts.

You don't mess with it

unless you're a monk
with a war to protest.

And what happened
to the container?

What are you talking about?
What container?

The one she supposedly used
to douse herself with.

That one--
what happened to that?

'Cause they couldn't find one
anywhere near the body.

Nice try, Counselor.

Allison.

(clears throat)

MAN:
Folks?

(door bells jingle)

We're-We're closing.

(sighs)

So?

Don't ask.

Why did Ariel dream that dream?

Hmm?

I don't know.

Maybe it's because
you were overbooked.

What are you talking about?

Well, you know...

what with the dentist
and that runaway.

Mm.

I mean, if a dream
has to be dreamt,

and you're not
there to dream it...

You making fun of me?

Not even a
little bit.

I think it's nice.

Daughter picking up
the slack for Mom.

Hmm.

Dipping her toe in
the family business.

(laughs)

Kind of like Sanford and
Son, except with females.

(laughs)

Oh. I'm going to bed.

Who knows.

Could be the beginning
of an American dynasty.

Shh!

(humming)

(Sally whimpering)

Took a lot of work to get you
up to speed, young lady.

Plaque... tartar...

gingivitis.

You really...

put me through
my paces.

(gasping)

Well, aren't we
the early bird?

I don't understand.

You're telling me this man
you keep dreaming about

picked up our runaway,
offered her money for sex,

drugged her, and then,
once she was unconscious,

performed dental
work on her?

Very extensive dental work.

(sighs)

I-I can't explain it;
it was truly vicious.

It was like he was working
on her whole mouth.

And this man, this dentist,

seemed to be very pleased
with himself.

Okay.

Okay what?

30 years in this
line of work

and, uh, I thought
I'd heard it all.

Feet, underarms.

But a dental fetish?

I guess it takes all
kinds to make a world.

That's it?

That's your reaction?

Well, I'm sorry,

but what would you like my
reaction to be, Allison?

This isn't a terribly
useful piece of information.

We're already
looking for Sally.

We're already canvassing
the area for, for dentists.

I mean, so some
teeth were pulled,

a few cavities
were filled.

It's hardly a
game changer.

Listen, I know you
want to impress me.

I know the money I give
you is the only money

that's coming into your
household right now...

No, n-no.

I didn't come here at dawn
to try and impress you.

I came here
because I had a dream

and I thought
it was important.

Well, discovering
that our victim

is in fact a
toothless hooker

hardly seems to
help in that regard.

Does it, Allison?

Listen, I'm not paying you
to dream about just anything.

I'm paying you to
dream things I can use.

Thanks for stopping by.

(bell rings)

You wanted to see me,
Principal Reed?

Ariel,

I wanted to ask you a favor.

I see you're in World
Themes with Owen Kearns.

We're putting
together a package

of schoolwork to
send to his house

and I was wondering
if I could ask you

to grab his resource file when
you go to class next period.

Sure.

(grand orchestral music playing)

WOMAN:
"My darling Owen.

"This is my favorite place
in all the world.

"I only wish you were here
with me.

"Perhaps someday soon.

Mom."

(knocking)

You looking for me?

I certainly am, Detective.

Uh...

(door closes)

It's, uh,
come to my attention

that while others
in your precinct chose

to stay home the other day

in an illegal act of defiance
against the city,

you chose to come to work.

I'm impressed,
Detective.

Strikes me you're thinking

like, uh, a man
who wants to get ahead,

wants to make a name
for himself.

Honestly, I wasn't thinking
about any of that.

Is that how you got involved
with this, uh, Stacey case,

this thing where this man
set his wife on fire?

Yeah, that was the same morning.

I was the only guy
they could find.

Lucky me.

And are you aware

that our old friend
Manuel Devalos

is representing
the number one suspect

in this case?

"Our old friend"?

Yeah, I knew that. Why?

Because I'm not about
to let the man I replaced

get the best of me
in this matter.

Now, why isn't this Mr. Stacey
behind bars?

Why isn't any given suspect
behind bars?

We can't prove it.

To begin with,
there's no motive.

Weren't they getting divorced?

If the collapse of a marriage
was grounds for murder,

half the men in the world
would be behind bars.

Let me be clear, Detective.

I want a reason
for this man to be locked up.

I want this case closed.

I want the Honorable Mr. Devalos

on the losing side
in this matter.

Now, go find me some evidence.

Go find me a motive.

(phone ringing)

NEWSCASTER:
Animal rights activists
have been pushing for the bill

for nine years...

(sighs)

It's expected
the bill will outline

just what animals will be
allowed to be used in labs.

Manuel Devalos.

Graham, yes,
I got your messages.

Frankly, I was hoping to have
something concrete to report

before I called you back.

(scoffs)

Trust me, Mr. Stacey,

you are absolutely getting
my undivided attention.

Frankly, at the moment,

I don't have any other clients
to divide my attention among.

No, I don't think that's true.

The lead detective
is an honest man.

He has no interest

in sending someone
who's innocent to prison.

(sighs)

Mr. Stacey,
I understand how you feel.

Mr. S...

Graham, you have to trust me.

Of course I have a plan.

Of course I have a strategy.

(sighs quietly)

Okay, your wife, your...
your late wife.

Did you ever know her
to be despondent?

Did she ever seek therapy,

use any kind
of prescription antidepressants?

Did she ever mention suicide?

Really.

An enormous passion for life,
loved to travel,

loved good food, good wine,
you know.

Yes, Graham, I...
I will call you in the morning.

Hopefully I'll have better news.

Good night.

DINOVI:
You asleep?

Don't think so.

You know, it's easier to
do with your eyes closed.

Thanks for the tip.

You want to tell me
about whatever it is?

You want the good news
or the bad?

I want you to
get some sleep.

I'll start with the bad.

Our acting district attorney
wants me

to help him crush Manny
in court,

which is a problem
because I really like Manny

and I really hate
our acting district attorney.

That leaves
the good news.

I think the guy Devalos
is representing is innocent.

Well, then there's nothing
to lose sleep over, is there?

(sighs)

I got you into
this, didn't I?

You pointed me
towards the diving board,

but I'm the guy
who decided to jump.

I got a confession
to make.

It felt good.

I liked being the only cop
with balls big enough

to go out there and do his job
when no one else wanted to.

Then why aren't
you sleeping?

I can't tell you why.

It's just in the air.

Everything's about
to turn to crap.

I can feel it.

(Allison sighs)

I think we ought to offer to
hire your mom as our cook.

You ever taste
fish like that?

I've never tasted
fish like that.

I've never seen our kids eat
fish that didn't come

as a stick or a cracker.

(whispering):
Hey, I think your
mom's still awake.

I haven't had a real
conversation with her

since she got here.

Well, I've done
nothing but talk to her

since she got here.

If you're not back in five,
I'm gonna come get you.

JOE'S DAD:
Uh, do yourself a favor.

Don't go in there.

(sighs)

What are you doing here?

The same thing I was doing
a couple of nights ago.

I am trying
to warn you.

Did you see her
with my children tonight?

I'm dead, I
see everything.

Which is why I would think
you would listen to me.

MARJORIE:
Hello?

(chuckles)

You're not actually here
to tuck me in, are you?

No.

I just--
I wanted to thank you

for the money and, well,
for the gifts and...

for just being here.

For showing up uninvited
on virtually no notice?

No, don't be silly,
you're always invited.

You're sweet.

Well, it must be nice being
able to go places on a whim.

Well, from
what I've read,

it's not as if
my showing up

would have surprised
you anyway.

(sighs)

We need to talk about that.

Um... it really doesn't work
that way.

Because, frankly, if it did,

I would have known we would
have this awkward moment

and I would have told you
years ago.

And I am,
I am really sorry I didn't.

It's okay.

I'm not sure what I
would have made of it

all those years ago.

I guess things
happen for a reason.

I guess.

Well, if you need anything,

you know
we're right across the hall.

There is one thing.

Um, I'm not actually
here on, on a whim.

Could I take you
into my confidence?

Joe can't know what
I'm about to tell you.

I'm pretty
sick, Allison.

Oh, Marjorie.

It's not hopeless.

There's treatment--
an operation.

I'm flying to Minneapolis
when I leave here,

to the Mayo Clinic.

My odds are 60%.

(sighs)

I know, I look pretty good
for someone with 60% odds.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

I feel
pretty good

for someone
with 60% odds.

Anyway, I, uh, when
I heard that number,

I thought of you.

I mean, if, if I go
into the hospital

knowing that I
might not come out,

then obviously I'd do
some things differently.

(sighs)

So I-I don't know
how this works.

I wish so badly
I had something to tell you.

Who knows?

Maybe before you go in.

Yeah, who,
who knows?

Um... yeah.

Not a word to Joe?

Not a word to Joe.

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