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Distributor cap?

I wouldn't know a distributor
cap from a baseball cap.

Oh! Mom, I'm not
a freaking mechanic!

It's raining, and my
piece-of-crap car won't start,

and all I want to know is

can I please use
your Triple-A number?

Without the lecture.

(pickup engine starts)

You know what, Mother?
Never mind.

Someone's here.

Someone more useful
than you right now.

Okay, good-bye.

Thank you for stopping.

You work at the yogurt place?

Car trouble?

Yeah. All I know
is it won't start.

I don't know if it needs
a jump or a tow or...

Or a screw.

Excuse me?

Maybe you just need
a screw tightened.

Sometimes, the rain, you
know, it loosens things.

Let me take a look at it.

Let me get my cables.

How long you been
at the Kingdom of Yogurt?

I work next door
at The Hip Hop Coffee Drop,

but I don't think
I've seen you before.

I just started.

And on the late shift?

Yeah, well...

it does have its perks.

All right.

Look, uh...

why don't you get in

and see if it
can get started?

(starter grinding)

(engine starts)

You rule, man!

(cell phone ringing)

You totally saved me.

Oh! My mom.

Pain in the ass.
Thank you so...

Suzie!

(gasping)

Huh?

Had a nightmare.

I thought you said
every day with me was a picnic.

I had a real nightmare

about Cynthia Keener
having a nightmare.

Keener?

What could possibly
give that woman nightmares?

Other than somebody named
Dorothy dropping a house on her.

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We are running
mind-bogglingly late,

so I need you
to wolf this down double-time.

That means you, too.

And if I choke because
I'm eating too fast?

I will administer
the Heimlich maneuver

on the way to the car.

What's this?

I don't know.

Mom's underwear catalogue?

Let's go.

But it's addressed to you, Dad.

Oh, it's Sports Monthly,
like it says on the cover.

What sport is she doing?

Look, I don't publish
the magazine.

I didn't edit the magazine.

You know, your mom
gets lots of magazines,

too, you know?
Yeah, but Mom's magazines

don't have boys in swimsuits
on them.

Swimming!
No. no.

Dad's still
reading that.

Chew!

ALLISON:
According to this,

Cynthia Keener
had a daughter named Suzie

who went missing in 1998.

All they found
was an abandoned car

with her cell phone, her wallet,

her credit cards
still inside.

"Blood belonging

"to the victim found
inside the vehicle

"led Phoenix police to conclude
that Ms. Keener

was forcibly abducted
from the scene."

God.

You're taking this pretty hard.

I work with this woman
practically every day.

I didn't even know
she was a mother,

let alone a victim
of a horrible tragedy.

I can't believe
she didn't say anything.

Well, it's not the kind of thing

that you bring up
in casual conversation.

My conversations with her
aren't casual.

I help her find missing people.

Her daughter
is a missing person.

You'd think that
would have come up.

I'm supposed to meet with her
in less than an hour.

What the hell do I say to her?

Why...why are you going
to say anything?

I mean,
this is clearly something

that she doesn't want
to talk about.

I dreamt it for a reason,
for a purpose.

I don't think the purpose

is to open up Cynthia Keener's
ten-year-old wound

and pour salt in it.

Of course not. But..

I don't think
there's a "but" here.

It seems to me that
everything you saw

is right there
in that news article.

Did you see the kidnapper's face
or get his name or...?

No.
I don't know.

Maybe the universe
just wants you to know

that the Wicked Witch
isn't so wicked after all.

CYNTHIA:
Melanie Louise

Linder, age 18.

Lives with her parents
Marjorie and Clarence Linder.

Hasn't called home in 72 hours.

Did you get to
the part where

she's done this before?
Yeah. Ran off to Baja

with her friends for two weeks
when she was 16.

That, coupled
with the fact

that she used
her ATM card

to buy a pair of heels

that cost about as much
as I made in the last quarter,

leads me to believe
that young Melanie

decided to abduct herself

to escape
her overprotective parents.

Still, her mother
must be devastated.

They usually are.

Um... I know you don't

normally dream

about rich young girls
on shopping sprees,

but I'd like you
to listen to these.

What are these?
They're some interviews

I did with
Melanie's friends.

I'd like you to listen to them

and tell me whether
you get a feeling or whatever,

and let me know if somebody
knows more than they're saying.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I...

I just feel bad for her mother.

Not knowing must be the worst.

You'd be amazed

how much

the human constitution
can withstand, Allison.

I just wanted to, I don't know,
give her a hug.

It's amazing
how finding out

this one new thing about her
makes the rest of it make sense.

I don't know what I would do
if I were her.

Well, you're not.

Instead, you are someone
who's going to figure out

how to make
this meal edible.

I'm an engineer.
You're a psychic.

Why can't we
follow this recipe?

BRIDGETTE:
This is stupid!

What you got there, Bridge?
What's stupid?

Science. Science is stupid.

That's a pretty bold statement.

What's all this about?

We're supposed to take
this stupid solar cell,

make it turn on
this light bulb.

Hey, solar cells
are not stupid.

The sunlight becomes energy,
and then the energy

turns on the
Christmas tree light.

But that's stupid.
If it's sunny outside,

what's the point
of turning on a light bulb?

She's got
a point there.

The point is
to familiarize yourself

with other ways
to energize things

other than plugging them
into a wall socket.

But why a light bulb?

Well, it doesn't have
to be a light bulb.

You're right.
It shouldn't
be a light bulb.

That is a
dumb experiment.

What do you
want it to do?

I don't know. Play music?

Okay, we can do that.

I'm pretty sure Ariel's got
an old boom box in the garage.

We could try
and power that.

That might be fun.

Hey, where you going?

To get the boom box!

(doors rattling loudly)

(muffled screaming)

Don't scream.
Don't scream, okay?

Don't scream.
He'll kill you, okay?

Just calm down.

Calm down. It's okay.

I'm going to take this out.

Okay. Okay.

(gasping)

Good.

No, don't cry. Hey. Hey.

Don't cry.
He hates it when you cry.

Can... can you....
can you please untie me?

Yeah, right. You untie me first.

What the hell is going on?

Where the hell is this place?

Middle of nowhere,
as far as I can tell.

The last girl tried screaming,

but no one hears.

No one but him.

The last girl?
It seems like

there's always two of us.

One of us out here
and one in there.

One for the psycho to play with,

and the other to watch.

Oh, God. Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Shh!

Shh! It'll be okay.

It's going to be okay.

(sobbing)

Hey.

We're going to get out of this.

Somehow.

(footsteps approaching)

My... my name is Suzie.

Johanna.

(door opening and closing)

Shh!

(whimpering)

(screaming)

No!

(gasping)

So, how many days
in the last month

would you say you
sought employment

or engaged in activities
designed to bring you

to the attention
of potential employers

or researched and prepared
yourself for alternative forms

of employment outside of your
current field or specialization?

I would say that I am engaged
in one or all of the above

every single second
of every single day

just like last month.

And have you turned down
any offers of employment

within the last month?

No, I haven't torn up any
winning lottery tickets either.

I did borrow a bunch of money
from my mother, though.

That was
particularly pleasant.

The state doesn't have

a problem with that, does it?

Man humiliating himself
by asking his mother for money?

That's not gonna screw up
my $240 a week, is it?

Sorry, you were on a roll.

Go ahead.
Ask me the next one.

The one about the prospects.

That's my favorite. That's
the one I look forward to.

We have to ask these questions,
Mr. Dubois,

in the event that the answers
actually change.

Isn't that the definition
of crazy,

doing the same thing
over and over again

with the expectation
of a different result?

Could I not say
the same thing back to you?

Mr. Dubois,
you're a highly educated man.

Clearly, the things you're doing

to find employment
aren't working.

We've already established

that there are only
two companies in Phoenix

that do work in your field,
and that in the near term,

neither one is going
to hire you.

Why are you waiting for someone

to give you permission
to earn a living?

I beg your pardon?

(clears throat)

Never mind.

Take this to
the last window
on the right.

We'll see you
next month.

(tape whirring)

How come the voices
sound so funny?

I think we're just
not getting enough power

to play the tape
at normal speed.

You might need
a couple more of these.

But I don't have
any more.

Maybe if you... if we ask
your teacher for more.

But my teacher said
we can only use

what she gave us
for the project.

Well, maybe if we talked to her.

No, Dad, I can't
talk to her.

That's the assignment!

Hey, wait a second, Bridg.

Where you going?

To go get the stupid
Christmas tree bulb!

Huh. That desert wind's
really picking up out there.

Maybe I should take in
the lawn furniture.

No, don't. Leave it.
It'll be fine.

Hey, how'd that
Bridgette thing go?

Fine.

She now has a solar-powered
Christmas tree bulb,

which is a perfectly
handy device

of you're okay
with your Christmas tree

being outdoors and only
illuminated during the day.

She also has a little
less faith in her dad,

but then again,
who doesn't these days?

Hey, someone's giving
themselves a pity party,

and I didn't get
my invitation.

Touché. I just feel bad.

I feel like I...

I feel like I let her down.

I got her all excited

and then I didn't
come through.

It was a light bulb, Joe.

I know.

I feel like maybe if
I were a better scientist,

maybe if I were
a better engineer...

Or what, you'd get
Ariel's boom box to play?

Come on.

Wow, who died and
made you the sheriff

in charge of self-pity?

Cynthia Keener's daughter.

I've been listening
to these teen angst tapes
all day. Nothing.

Not a twinge,
not a thought,
not an inkling.

You want to know why?

My mind's completely
preoccupied

with Cynthia Keener
and her daughter.

I got to stop thinking
about them.

(wind blowing)

(banging)

(scraping)

(banging)

God, I know I should have
brought in that lawn furniture.

Aren't you the girl
from that magazine?

Hi, Joe. I hope it's okay
that I'm out there.

I've got a shoot coming up
and I wanted to do some tanning.

You don't mind, do you?

It's the middle of the night.

How are you gonna tan
in the middle of the night?

Well, don't be silly.

I'm gonna use this special
chaise you invented.

This is so great,

the way that it takes
a little bit of moonlight

and amplifies it enough
to give me a tan.

You're a genius, Joe.

And an amazing engineer.

Would you mind doing my back?

It's okay, Joe.
It's only a dream.

And no one's going to understand
that better than Allison.

Please?

(loud bang)

SUZIE:
You want to hear
something crazy?

What if we're already dead?

What if this is death

and someone just forgot
to tell us?

(bells toll in distance)

(clattering)

Shh!

What?

What?
Listen.

Do you hear that?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe he's got
the TV on or a radio.

No, no. No,
I know what that is.

That's... that's
St. John the Divine.

What do you mean, the apostle?

No, the church.

It's two blocks
from my house.

I've heard them ring
every day of my life.

We must be within
blocks of my house.

Are you sure?

Every day of my life.

You're right.

I'm not gonna die. No way.

No way, I can't.
Not if I'm this close.

Not if I'm this close
to home.

Not if I'm this close
to my mom.

(gasps)

Allison?

Why didn't you say something?

I never say anything to anyone.

It's mine.

I own it.

It's the not knowing
how or where...

who did it...

what they did.

It's like...

a doctor losing their own child
to disease.

Sometimes I think
it's God laughing at me.

I think I know
where he took her,

where he kept her
and the others.

The others?

There was at least one other.

Her name was Johanna.

Oh, my God.

I believe with

a little bit of legwork,
we can figure out

where he kept them.

There was something
your daughter said.

She heard church bells.

It was underground,

but it wasn't a basement
or it wasn't just a basement.

And it looked like it was set up

like some kind
of a fallout shelter,

which makes sense

'cause we don't really have
basements here in Phoenix.

I still don't understand
how that tells us anything.

Well, I was hoping that we could
go down to City Hall,

save records, permits

for people who built
bomb shelters 40, 50 years ago,

and if we make a list
of all the addresses

that are half a mile away
from that church...

Cynthia, are you okay?

Every year I make it my business
to come to Phoenix.

I look for some reason,
some...

unsolved case
that I can attach myself to

without expending
too much effort.

Some excuse I can give
the company to stay here

for two or three weeks.

I keep thinking
I'm gonna find something,

some clue, some stone
nobody's turned over.

And every year,
I leave with nothing.

Until now.

(car door closes)

ALLISON:
415 Natchez.

Well, it's the last address
on our list.

You the ones wanted
to see the bomb shelter?

How long have you lived here,
Ms. Fogerty?

Um, six years.

It was quite
the fixer-upper.

My son did most
of the work.

He talks about making
this a game room

or one of those home theaters,

but the grandkids have pretty
much claimed it as their own

for when they're here.

What about before you,

say, eight or nine
years ago?

Do you have any idea
who lived here then?

No, I'm sorry.

The man I bought it from--
actually, he never lived here.

He rented it out, which is why
it was in such bad shape

when we bought it.

(phone rings)

Nice man.

Passed away June
before last.

Uh, I need to grab that.

(ringing continues)

This is the place.

Tell me everything.

(exhales softly)

They kept them...

...shackled to the
wall over here...

with just enough chain so
that they could reach the...

the wash basin here.

(exhales)

And here.

(doors rattling)

(muffled grunts)
(doors continue rattling)

This is where
he first kept her...

(muffled screaming)

Help me...!

(scream's echo fading)
...bound and gagged.

(quietly):
My God.

(voice breaks):
She was here the whole time.

(sobbing):
Just six blocks away.

(sobs)

(sobbing)

ALLISON:
Here's where you can reach me,

um, if you do find a number
for the former owner's family.

Oh, I'll find it.
I've got it here somewhere.

Thanks.

(pop music playing in distance)

(tosses keys on table)

Hey.

Mm, mm, mm!

Mwah! Mwah!

(giggles):
Hi, Mom.

What's going on?

What's all this for?

For me.

Where is everybody?

Follow the obnoxiously
loud music.

(pop music playing loudly)

(Allison laughs)

* *

(laughs)

(turns volume down)
(Bridgette singing along)

It's all about the mirrors.

And I was wondering
if you have the name of a tenant

that your father rented to
back in, uh, June 1988.

Well, uh, if you could call me
with any information

or-or fax me,

that would be
really great.

I hope to hear
from you.

I keep waiting for it to fail,
but it just won't fail.

I'm sorry. The topic
of the conversation is what?

My little solar-cell
amplification mirror.

I just hooked it up
to the garage door clicker,
and it worked.

And then I, uh, I found
an old clock radio.

It powered that, too.

Excellent, Mr. Edison.

A clock radio that only works
when the sun is out

or you shine a lamp on it.

Hey, just 'cause your
world isn't sunny,

that doesn't mean you get
to rain all over mine.

I'm sorry I wasn't listening.

I was watching the clock radio

stop working when
you click the light off.

You're in a dark place,
aren't you?

I still have my pity
party decorations.
You want to borrow some?

(blows raspberry)
(groans)

Mm.

(quiet clacking)

(clacking continues)

Do you have any idea
how to do this?

No.

God, no.

Where did you get that?

I saw it upstairs,
and I...

You know.

(clacking continues)

(groans):
I thought maybe
I could use it...

to pick the lock or...

stick it in his eye.

But I don't know
what I'm doing.

(exhales)

Do you think your mom
might really find us?

She's an investigator.

She's really good at this stuff.

It must be nice.

It must be a nice feeling.

I'm sure your mom
is worried about you, too.

I'm sure
she's out there looking.

(chuckles)

My mom?

My mom is... home right now

and... knitting me a sweater.

What are you
talking about?

Nothing.

My mom... loves to knit.

She's... she's always knitting.

Yeah, she even opened
a yarn store in Buxley,

two towns over.

Any minute now, she's gonna...

burst in the door
with a knitting needle

and threaten
to stab our host in the heart

with it.

(grunts)

(gasps)

(footsteps creaking)

(doorknob squeaks, door opens)

(footsteps approaching)

(panting)

No. No, no, no, no, no, no!

No! No, please, no!

Get off her!

(grunting)

(body slams against wall)

(both grunt)

No! Don't!
Let her go! Let her go!

Damn it.
Let her go!

(choking)

Stop! Don't you...

Oh, my God...
Stop it, please!

No!

Stop!

(choking)

(Suzie gasping, sobbing)

(gasps)

(panting)

Well, I went down to
police headquarters.

I looked at all the mug books
all the way back to '95.

I didn't see his picture.

But I have his face
burned in my memory.

So this is the man you saw
kill this girl Johanna?

The same girl who-who was
trying to help my daughter?

She lived in Buxley.

Or her mother
lived in Buxley.

At least she owned a shop there,
a yarn store or something.

(bell dings)

Hey. Welcome
to The Complicated Yarn.

What can I do for you?
CYNTHIA:
Marion Wheeler?

Are you the owner of this store?

Maybe. Who are you?

Actually, we're here

to talk to you about
your daughter, Mrs. Wheeler.

Okay. Again, who-who are you?

We're investigators working
on a missing persons case,

an incident that happened
nine years ago.

Your daughter's name came up.

I don't understand.

Johanna. We're talking
about Johanna.

We think we know what
might have happened to her.

M-My Johanna?

We thought you might have
filed a police report,

but we can't find
a record of that.

(laughs)

Okay, I'm sorry.
I just... I-I...

I have... I have...
I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Johanna. Her disappearance.

In 1998.

Okay, I'm sorry. There's...

Th-there's obviously
some horrible mistake here.

M-My daughter isn't missing.
She's never been missing.

She never disappeared.

I mean, I was with her
yesterday here, and...

and-and I spoke to her
this morning.

She's... she's fine.

She's fine?

Uh, par-pardon me. Forgive me.

Do you have a picture of her?

If I could just look at her...

Uh, yes, I do--
right over here.

We took a trip to Orlando
together a couple of months ago.

Oh, my goodness,

that's her.

That's...
that's who?

That's my daughter.
That's my Johanna.

And-and really,
for the life of me,

I c... I cannot figure out
what you people want with her.

Um, you're right,
Mrs. Wheeler.

We've obviously made some
sort of horrible mistake.

Sorry to have
bothered you.

ALLISON:
But she exists.

The fallout
shelter exists.

It must mean something.

It means you're wrong.

It means I'm actually...
I'm actually angry

that that woman's daughter
isn't dead

because she couldn't have
been there

for my daughter
in her final moments,

if, in fact, she was
ever even in that basement.

Cynthia!
I think we've come
to the end of the line, Allison.

What does that mean?

It means... I don't want to have
anything further to do with you.

I no longer want
any association with you.

It means you're fired!

Where can I drop you off?

* *

* *

* *

(gasps)

Uh, I don't understand.

We're talking
about Ariel's old toy?

Here's the thing:
it isn't just a toy.

I actually think that it might
have real-world applications.

I mean, there are problems
on top of problems

but if I could lick
even just a few of them...

Wait, slow down.

Are you telling me
you think you...

you actually invented something?

Al, I've invented
a lot of things.

But they always belonged
to Aerodytech.

This... this would be mine.

This could be ours.

I mean, think about it:
our own company.

Some control over
our own destiny.

I mean, I'm actually
starting to think

that everything that
happened with my job,

that it was supposed
to happen

so that I could
be here now,

get this idea,
have this new future.

I don't understand.

How does this work?
What do we do next?

We just put a sign
outside the house,

"solar-cell amplifiers
for sale"?

Well, that's what I've been
trying to figure out

since 3:00 in the morning.

First thing I got to do is
file a bunch of legal papers,

patents and things.

Then I got to get
a working model built,

maybe I have to pay for
some testing, some studies

so that I can show people

that it actually does
what I say it can do.

And then the key
to the whole thing

is I got to meet with
some venture capitalists.

Wait a second. Wait a second.

All that sounds like
it costs money.

All that sounds expensive.

Well, that's why you meet
with the venture capitalists:

to get the money
to start the business.

Yeah, but... all the stuff
before that

all the stuff
before you take it to them--

the lawyers and the model
and the studies.

Yeah, I figure all that's
gonna cost about 30,000.

Joe, come on.

$30,000?

We don't even have $3,000.

I mean, Cynthia Keener
fired me yesterday.

We're getting $240 a week
from unemployment.

We don't have money for
this kind of thing right now.

But we do.
(phone rings)

Don't get that.

But the kids
are asleep.
Please...

We're in the middle
of a conversation.

(ringing)
Shh. It's Cynthia.

Allison.
Cynthia?

I think I owe you
another apology.

Uh, Cynthia, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Where are you?

You close to a television?

Turn on the news.

Okay, what am I watching?

A man who's holding two girls
against their will

was just killed by one of them.

Deputies stormed the house.

Turns out he kept them
chained up for days,

assaulting them, beating them.

Any of this sound familiar?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, it was just like
your dream...

except it wasn't my daughter.

It was Melanie Linder.

Melanie Linder, the girl
you were hired to find?

That's right.

Except she didn't run away.

She was abducted...

along with another girl.

Oh, my God.

And you're never going to guess
who the other girl is.

It's Johanna Wheeler.

She was being held with Melanie?

Now, in the present?

Allison, let's take our
good news where we find it.

I... I'd like to think
you wanted to help me so badly

that, uh, people, places,

they just all
got shuffled around,

but you were more right
than wrong,

and I'm sorry I snapped at you.

I hope you'll give some thought
to the idea

of our continuing
to work together.

I...

I'm sorry I dragged you
out of bed.

Go back to sleep.

I'll talk to you later.

(beeps phone off)

They found Melanie Linder
with Johanna,

the girl I thought
was with Cynthia's daughter.

The good news
is everybody's alive.

No, I see that.

Well, here's to you.

Congratulations.

Case closed.
It must feel good.

No, actually,
it feels disturbing.

I can't figure out

why I keep dreaming
about Cynthia's daughter.

Okay, well, this is good.

You feel disturbed.
I feel disturbed.

You feel disturbed?

Why do you feel disturbed?

Aren't you the guy
who just had the big epiphany?
Yeah, I am.

And I was trying to talk
to my wife about it

and then the darnedest
thing happened.

Yeah, the phone rang.

And you said you needed $30,000

and we don't have $30,000.

But we do.

The girls'
college money.

There's almost $32,000
just sitting there.

You can't be serious.

Oh, I've never
been more serious

about anything
in my life.

I think this idea
could be worth millions.

That could pay
for a lot of college.

Well, what if you're wrong?

What if it's worth nothing?

What if someone thought of it
before you did?

Where does that leave the girls?

You know I can't do this.

If you want to get that money,
I have to sign for it, too,

and I can't do that.

God, isn't life funny?

I mean, this whole marriage

has always been about
me believing in you.

Now the one time, the one time,
the shoe ends up

up on the other foot...

This is not the same thing.

It's exactly
the same thing.

Exactly.

Where are you going?

What does it matter?
Joe...

Joe.

(sighs heavily)

(TV clicks on)

ANCHORWOMAN (on TV):
Police say the perpetrator

was this man,
David Draper of Tucson.

According to police,
Draper was shot

and killed by one
of his captives after...

That's not the same man
from my dream.

...torturing and abusing her...
(TV clicks off)

Hey, what are you doing?

Where are you going?
It's not even 7:00.

I'm going to get
some coffee,

some breakfast.
I need to be by myself.

Why? Because I wouldn't let you
raid the girls' college fund?

When are you going to be back?

Read my mind.
Figure it out.

(fax machine beeping)

(cell phone rings)

Keener.

Cynthia, it's Allison.

Hey, Allison.

I'm on my way to the hospital.

Melanie's about to give
her statement to the police.

Both girls are a bit shaken up,
but they're doing fine.

Cynthia, listen to me.

I just got a fax
from the daughter

of the man who used to own
450 Natchez Street,

the house where
I thought your daughter...

Yes, I know the house,

and I know what you thought
happened there, Allison,

but it was a false lead.

Yeah, well, now I'm not so sure.

The man who rented
that house back in 1998,

the year that your daughter
went missing?

It's the same man
I've been dreaming about.

He's real.

His name is Peter Connolly.

Right, he's the same man you
dreamed killed Johanna Wheeler.

Yes.

Johanna Wheeler
who's alive and well,

and about to be reunited
with her parents.

Come on, for God's sake,
Allison.

The man who held
these women is dead.

This case is over.

Now, can we stop torturing
each other with it?

I'll talk to you later. Bye.

(beeps phone off)

SUZIE (screaming):
Please! Stop!

(grunting)

Oh...

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

(shuddering)

(hyperventilating)

(door slams)

(engine starts)

(panting)

(grunting)

The look on your face.

(laughing)

The look on your face.

(laughing)

It was all, it was all worth it
just for that look.

(laughing)
J-J...

Johanna, you're...
you're not...?

(laughing):
You didn't think that
Peter was stupid enough

to leave all the, the doors

unlocked, did you?
What?

You did, didn't you?

You really thought that...?

(laughing):
Oh, Suzie.

You sure can
pick 'em, Johanna.

I sure can.

But now the play's over.

It's time to take
a bow, Suzie.

I... I don't understand why...

(Suzie screams)

BRIDGETTE:
Mom? Dad? You guys up?

It's time for breakfast!

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