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Previously on Medium:
Good God Almighty.

SCANLON:
He's got it all here.

When school starts,
when school gets out,

clubs they go to,
friends' houses.

I want a detail
on that house 24 hours a day

until we find this lunatic.

This is Allison Dubois.
And this is

Lucas Harvey.

What do you want?

God has a plan,
and there's no room

in it for prophets.

For seers.

You and the Almighty
will be discussing it

face to face.

It's holy water.

(gasps)
To cleanse you with.

(muffled gunshot)

(coughing)

You okay?

You hurt?
(coughs)

Look, Joe,

I'm contemplating
a stock purchase.

I...

need some advice
on which way to jump.

Markets and finances--
that's really not something

that I know a lot about.

From your wife, Joe.

This is an article
about them.

I can't read it
because there's

a doll-shaped hole
cut in it.
Yeah.

You got to tell your boss
to buy that stock.

It's gonna go up today, way up.

Did you happen
to check the market

when it closed this evening?

I guess they
were up...
(chuckles)

a little bit
before lunch.

And then they just fell
off the face of the earth.

I got to start
laying people off.

(man coughs)

You okay?

(panting, coughing)

Sir, do you think
some water would help?

(gas hissing)

I think this guy's a dentist.

The one who keeps
gassing these girls.

This looks like a picture of
the woman that I dreamt about.

But she looks dead.

That's because she is dead.

That's not possible. I saw it.

You saw wrong.

MAN:
Hello, Allison.

(gasps)

Dreams don't just happen.

They have to come
from somewhere.

And for the last
little while,

your dreams have
been coming from me.

Sweet dreams...

bitch!

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Joe?

(yawns):
Hey.

Whatcha doing?

(sighs)

Oh, I don't know.

Thinking about taking up
smoking again, actually.

Well, don't do that.

All right,
if you say so.

I am so, so sorry.

I don't know how to do it.

I don't know how
to fire these people.

I kept lying in bed,

and I just go over
and over it in my head,

and I just...

can't figure out how to do it.

I know what happened now.

Why I dreamt that dream
about the stocks

and how it all
went so wrong.

It was Lucas Harvey.

What was Lucas Harvey?

He's taken control
of my dreams.

He's changing them.

He's making sure that
all of them are untrue.

It's his way of making
me irrelevant.

He thinks that he, uh, is
restoring some kind of balance

between good and evil
in the world.

He's on some kind of...

mission from God.

You're not saying anything.

I don't care.

He's dead.

The people I have
to fire tomorrow...

they're still alive.

You coming in?

Maybe in a while.

Girls...

I asked you not to cut up
my paper anymore.

It wasn't me.

It was Marie.
She loves cutting dolls

out of the stock
market listings.

ALLISON:
Marie, honey,
I told you

that you can't
cut up Daddy's paper

to make your
dolls anymore.

This is Maye and this is Wilt.

Wilt? What kind name is that?

That's a girl doll,
and you can't call it Wilt.

Honey, she can call it
whatever she wants.

But she just... Hey.

You can't cut up
Daddy's paper anymore.

You know what? Daddy
doesn't care anymore.

Daddy has to get into work
early so he can be

the first one there
this morning.

Why? Is something
going on?

(sighs):
Daddy's just got to give

a lot of people
some really bad news.

Enjoy your dolls, kiddo.

You're only
young once.

Maye's buying
Wilt's house today.

What's that?

Maye's buying Wilt's house.

(chuckles)
Yeah, that's
great, you know?

But if Maye had
actually bothered

to read the paper
that she's made from,

she'd know that it's
not a very good time

to buy a house.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, Dad.
Bye, Dad.

(elevator bell dings)

(trembling gasp)
Allison, I'm glad
you're here.

I just got off the phone
with Detective Scanlon.

He was wondering if we could
meet him in the morgue.

Allison, you okay?

Hmm? I'm fine.

(chuckles):
Of course.

SCANLON:
They found this deep in the
nasal cavity of Trisha Daniels.

Clearly, someone took the time
to roll it up, insert it.

I'm guessing he used

a set of tweezers.

Anyway, I had them

go back and take
another look at the body

of the first victim,
Carrie Denton.

And?

Well, same kind of tag--
left nasal cavity.

What are you telling me,
our killer likes
to mark his victims,

likes to leave
a kind of signature?

This guy takes pride
in his work.

Just to be sure, I called
the coroner in Scottsdale.

He took another look at the body
of Cassidy Pierson.
Mom?

Same thing, same place.

DEVALOS:
Okay, well, I suppose
that's progress.

Mommy?
SCANLON:
Well, it
gets better.

They managed to lift
a partial fingerprint

off the tag they pulled
out of Trisha Daniels.

We're running it now.
Do you have
a sense...

ARIEL:
Mommy?

(Devalos and Scanlon continue
indistinctly, distorted)

(gasps)

Please...

What's going on?

Well, that...

well, that depends.

What do you see?

(chuckles wryly)

What do you mean?

I mean the body
on the slab.

Do you...
do you recognize it?

Um, that's, uh,
Trisha Daniels.

That's the third victim.

Why?

Is that what you see?

There's nothing
else there.

Allison, what's
going on?

(chuckles):
Nothing.

Ah, it's a joke.

A person--
not even a person--

is trying to make
a hideous joke.

(sighs)

Well, I would wish
him dead, but...

that would be beside the point.

(phone ringing nearby)

WOMAN:
Mr. Dubois?

Hi, Rachel.

I just wanted to give you this.

It has my latest
contact info.

I just thought...
should things change,

I would love to come back.

(chuckles):
Oh, really?

Well, I thought you'd all
go head out to a bar someplace

and burn me in effigy.

No. Hey, you were
a great boss.

And... we read the papers.

Actually, a lot of us already
have temp work lined up at WILT.

WILT?

Yeah, Worldwide Integrated
Logistics and Technologies.

They just set up camp
at Plaza Industrial Park.

I don't think
I'm familiar with them.

It's a new start-up.

But the good news is

in this economy
they still need people.

Their business
is going great.

Actually, I heard a rumor

that Maye Consolidated
might buy them up.

Hmm.

No kidding.

Maye might buy
Wilt's house, huh?

I'm sorry?

No, no, nothing.

It's funny how your throat
always gets scratchy

just when it's time
for gym class.

I don't see a thing.

You sit tight.

I'll be right back.

HARVEY:
Lying lips

are an abomination to the Lord.

That's from Proverbs.

You ever read Proverbs?

You ever heard about hell?

'Cause that's
where you're going.

Tell your mother

Lucas Harvey told you

he's going to slit your throat
and send your little lying ass

straight to hell.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm going to gym,
and I'm fine.

No!

Bridge, what is it?

Can't we just sleep
with the lights on tonight?

What? Why?

I don't like to sleep
with the lights on.

I like to sleep
with the lights off.

Hey.

Bridge, honey, you haven't
been afraid of the dark

for a long time.

Can't I just sleep
with you and Dad?

Hey.

Lucas Harvey visited
Bridgette in school today.

What do you mean he visited?

He's a ghost. She can see him.

She was afraid to tell me.

She was afraid she was going
to frighten me.

Wait a second.

Is there anything
to be frightened about?

I mean, I don't like the idea
of this dead nut-job

following my kids around.

Well, honey, there's nothing
you can do to stop him.

I mean,
I just explained it to her.

He's only a ghost.

He can't actually touch you.

He can't actually
do anything to you.

Except maybe scare you
or bother you.

And even that,
only if you let him.

And that worked?

Well, that and allowing her
to keep her bathroom light on.

He tried the same thing
with me today,

and afterwards I realized

the key to making him
leave us alone is to ignore him.

Deny him the satisfaction
of having any impact on us.

That's the theory anyway.

Let's see if it works.

Hey, what are you
doing out here

11:00 at night
on the computer?

Well, it's
the darnedest thing.

I came out here to see
if any of the engineering blogs

have gotten wind of the layoffs
that I made today,

and I came across
this headline.

ALLISON:
"Maye Consolidated
Makes Formal Offer for WILT."

Maye bought WILT's house.

Remember, Marie this morning,
with her paper dolls?

I think I've been listening
to the wrong psychic.

I don't think it's
just a coincidence

that Marie always cuts
those dolls out of the
stock market listings.

I think that the names
that she gives those dolls

have meaning as well.

I mean, "Maye" and "WILT"--

those are four-letter symbols
for companies on the Exchange.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

I'm just dying to see
where you're going with this.

Where I'm going
with this is simple.

This morning, Marie
looked at the two of us,

and she said "Maye is going
to buy Wilt's house today."

And Allison, that is
exactly what happened.

Sometime after the stock
market closed tonight,

Maye Consolidated
bought WILT.

They did. Maye bought
WILT's house.
And your point is?

My point is I think
maybe our little girl

is able to pick
winning stocks.

You're joking, right?

No, I'm not joking.

Joe, she's five years old.

She doesn't even know
what a stock is.

Be that as it may:
Maye bought WILT's house.

May is a month, okay?

Wilt is... a basketball player.

I'm just saying, look,

is if our little girl happens
to disobey me tomorrow

and just happens to cut a couple
of dolls out of the paper,

let's not be so quick
to throw them away.

That is an insane amount
of pressure

to put on a five-year-old.

I'm not going to put
any pressure on her.

She's not going to feel
any pressure.

That is an insane amount
of pressure to put on anyone.

Oh, is that what you think?

You think this is about the
stock tip that you gave me?

Yeah, I do.

And you know what?

I think what's happening
to you is horrible.

I feel terrible about it.

I really wouldn't want
that for Marie.

Well, it's not
going to happen.

Yeah, well, I hope not.

Well, don't lose
any sleep over it.

Okay, if you say so.

I say so. Good night.

Good night.

I don't know what kind
of cable box I have.

Black.

It's black with a silver
plate thing on the front.

Look, can I just give you
my account number?

Sure, I'll hold.

Hello. Yes, I have been on hold.

Oh, I would love it
if you sent someone.

Thursday would be fine
between 10:00 and 2:00.

Yes, it's
3431 Maple Ridge Drive.

3431 Maple Ridge Drive.

Oh, no. Thank you.

(mumbling):
3431 Maple Ridge Drive.

(phone ringing)

This is Scanlon.

Hold on a second.

Sorry. I just didn't
want to wake Lynn up.

What's up?

ALLISON:
I think I saw him.

Saw who?

You know who I'm talking about.

I got a good look at his face.

He's got that gas that he uses

to knock the girls out
in his refrigerator.

Allison...
I even got an address.
Do you want it?

I don't know.
I mean, no offense, Allison,

but after what happened
the other day...

Look, no, I know, I get it.

I do.

I-I almost didn't even call you.

And I don't know
if this address is any good.

But we have nothing.
We have no leads.

We have no clues.

How do I not call you?

When you put it like that,
how do I not look?

What's his address?

(phone ringing)

Allison Dubois.

Well, whatever problems
you're having with you dreams,

it looks like it's worked
itself out.

What are you talking about?

I'm at 3431 Maple Ridge.

The house belongs
to a Kevin Flynn.

Fridge is full of
isoflurane valve inhalers.

Bureau drawer is full
of pictures of dead women

whose faces are beaten
to a pulp.

Oh, my goodness.

Is he there?

Was he there when you showed up?

Oh, yeah, he's here.

In fact, his brains
are splattered

all over
the living room wall.

Looks like he killed himself
early this morning.

DEVALOS:
Getting into the market?

My husband, Joe--
he keeps wanting to invest.

It frightens me.

Care to see the fruits
of your dreams?

SCANLON:
Turns out the guy was
a pharmaceutical sales rep,

which is how I'm assuming
he got his hands on these.

We pulled about a dozen of them
out of his refrigerator.

He used these to
incapacitate his victims.

Then he pummeled them
to death wearing those gloves.

There's steel
in the knuckles.

Then he posed them,

and then he took
their photographs.

He lived
in Phoenix,

but he traveled
to Scottsdale

on business, which helps explain

why there were victims
in both cities.

And, you know, just in case
there was any doubt,

Flynn had a Ziploc
full of these.

ALLISON:
"Inspected by #8."

I guess he thought
that was funny.

You'll recall we found
a partial fingerprint

on one of those tags.

Forensics just matched it

to Kevin Flynn's
right index finger.

It's a shame I'm not going
to get to prosecute him.

This would have been
an open-and-shut case.

You know what
I can't figure out

is why he killed himself.

He had no way of knowing
I was going to dream about him,

no way of knowing that I would
be able to tell you

exactly where he lived.

I don't really care why
this pervert killed himself.

I'm just glad he did.

Can you keep an eye
on all this for a minute

till I can send an officer in
to gather all this up?
Sure.

Hey, you're back,
Allison Dubois.

Nice work.

I second that.
Thank you.

But I didn't do anything.

I just went to sleep,
and it just... came to me.

Well, nonetheless.

HARVEY:
You're still broken.

"I didn't do anything.

I went to sleep,
and it just came to me."

What came to you
is what I chose to bring to you.

You're broken,
Allison Dubois.

And soon everyone
will know it.

And no one will listen.

And all will be
as it's meant to be.

Okay. Whatever you say.

We found him and he's dead.

I had a dream.

I saw his address,
and now it's over.

Maybe.

(knocking)

Mind if I just
grab this stuff

and bring it down
to the evidence locker?

Ma'am?

Sure.

It's like a death.

For you.

What's this?

That's a stock.
It's a company.

They manufacture containers.

Huge ones-- the kind
you find in ports
all over the world.

Except that these containers
have special sensors inside them

that monitor
their own contents.

And they let you know
immediately from the outside

whether or not they contain
any nuclear material,

like the kind you find
in a suitcase bomb

or a small terrorist weapon.

Why are you showing me this?

Well, I want you to buy it.

Buy the stock, buy the company,
whatever you can.

It's going to make
you a fortune.

Or at least it's going
to put you back where you were,

which means, hopefully,
you'll put me back where I was

and let me hire back my people
and finish my work.

Where'd you get this?

Did you get this
from your wife?
No.

Then where'd you get it?
Does that matter?

Does it matter?

I bet damn near everything I own
on a stock your wife guaranteed.

No, no, no.
You picked that stock.

You asked for her opinion.

She did the best she could.

I'm picking this one.

Pretty cocky for a guy who's
done nothing but cost me money.

You're pretty arrogant

for a person who's done nothing
but spend money foolishly.

I still own you, Joe.

Okay, well, let me put you
out of your misery.

I want to buy back my company
and my idea from you.

I beg your pardon?

You heard me.

If you don't want
to buy this stock, I will,

and I'll use the money
that I make to buy you out.

(laughing)

Are you insane?

You're not a
corporate raider.

Even if that stock does
go through the roof,

where are you going to
get the money to buy it?

You'd have to invest
every penny you own.

If that's what it takes,
that's what it takes.

I'm going to do you
a huge favor, son.

Save your money.

The business
is not for sale.

Your idea is not for sale.

You are not for sale.

I mean it, Terry.

I want to buy the business back.

Just give me a couple days.

You'll make money off this.

Not for sale.

You weren't serious,
were you?

I couldn't be
more serious.

Wait. I-I'm confused.

Even if Terry was willing
to sell you the business,

what money is it you were
planning on pooling together?

Money. Our money.
Our savings.

Our retirement account.

You know, I'd take out a second
mortgage again on the house,

if I had to. Money.

Are you listening to yourself?

You're talking about
everything we have,

and what we have is not much.

I'm talking about information

that's being supplied
by our own daughter.

She's five!

Yeah, and she has yet to be
wrong about anything, Allison.

I've done my research, you know?
I checked with her.

I've checked out
every single stock,

every single doll
that she cut out of the paper,

and they've all
been huge winners.

No! No! I am not
having this conversation

with a man who's maybe a year
away from having a PhD,

who's trying to convince me

to listen
to a girl's paper dolls.

Oh, so now it's up to me
to convince you

that our youngest daughter
might be sensitive

to things that defy,
uh, rational explanation?

You don't have
to convince me of anything.

He's not going to let you
buy that business, right?

Right.

(doorbell ringing)

Oh, my God.
What are you doing here?

Come on, get inside. Hurry up.

Someone is going to see you.

Come on.

You're not supposed to be here.

That's not part
of the arrangement.

We're only supposed to talk
online. You know that.

You want to explain this?

Okay. I made a mistake.

But actually, it's no big deal.

My fingerprints
aren't traceable.

I'm not in any system.
They can't track me to this.

You think.

Now we're going to have
to be even more careful.

I'm thinking

we're going to have
to slow down.

No, no, no. That's crazy.

Nothing has to change.

Here, look.

I was just about
to send you these.

They're brand-new.

Don't you want to see them?

Pretty nice, huh?

I thought about you
when I saw her.

I mean, she looks like
your type, don't you think?

I mean, I know we're not
supposed to have a type.

We're supposed to be
the same guy and all, but, um...

I don't know.

I saw her and I thought of you.

Well, you're upset.

There's no reason to be upset.

We got the perfect setup here.

I get to enjoy your work.
You get to enjoy my work.

The police still have no idea
that there's two of us.

Honestly, we don't have to stop.

We don't even have to slow down.
Not because of that.

So, um, you didn't happen to
bring anything for me, did you?

Oh, nice. Nice.

You've got some really...
really nice ones here.

Oh, my God, there's two of them.

Hey, Allison.

It's barely 7:00.
What are you doing here?

He had a partner. Kevin Flynn
was working with a partner.

What are you saying?
It was a two-man operation?

One-one would use the gas,
and the other...

No, no. It wasn't that kind
of a partnership.

It was more like
a killers franchise.

Flynn worked here in Phoenix.

The other guy worked
in Scottsdale.

And they made sure to do
everything exactly the same

so that the police will think
that there was only one killer.

Why?

I don't know. I...

To throw us off the scent?

I know they enjoyed looking at
pictures of each other's work.

The girls.

I suppose that was part of it.

Okay, what does this
other guy look like?

Well, actually, I'm not sure.

Well, I don't understand.
How did this come to you?

You had a dream?

Yes.

And was he in it?

Well, I wasn't allowed
to see him,

but that doesn't change
the fact that he exists.

All right.
Since we can't prove

that there really
is a partner,

or a collaborator,
a fellow franchisee,

and we're not sure
what he looks like,

if you don't mind,

I'm just going to go on about
my day as if he doesn't exist.

Obviously, if you can come up
with a description of this man,

or some physical evidence
that ties him in

to at least one of the murders,
all that changes.

But I just...

I can't do much with
what you've given me.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

Well, that's got
to be discouraging.

I mean, you had the dream,

but you couldn't see
the killer's face.

What happens now?

You can't solve the crime.

Can't get anyone
to listen to you.

Well, you're not
depressed, are you?

Not suicidal?

Maybe just a little bit?

Are you enjoying this?

Well, I take satisfaction

in knowing that
I'm enabling God's will.

Yes. "For dreams
have deceived many,

and they have failed that
put their trust in them."

Ecclesiasticus.

All you're doing is seeing to it

that innocent people
get killed.

How can that be God's will?

No, no, no.

We're simply allowing
people to perish

who were meant to perish.

"We"?

The Lord and I.

Yes.

You know...

you can put an end
to all this, Allison.

Right. I heard you.

Yes. Kill myself.

Well, no.
That's not going to happen.

Well, failing that,
you could stop dreaming.

Or, at the very least,

stop paying so much attention
to what you dream.

That's what the
others have done.

"Others"?

Well, it's not just you
whose dreams I'm editing.

Oh, there are many others,
all over the world.

Dreamers, meddlers,
interlopers.

People like you

too ignorant to understand

that their interference
is unnatural,

an abomination to the truth.

But slowly, I'm teaching all
of them to ignore their dreams,

and teaching those around them
to ignore the dreamers.

(light switch clicking)

Allison?

You okay?

Yeah. No.
(clearing throat)

I'm fine.

(line ringing)

ALLISON (on answering machine):
Hello, this is Allison Dubois.

I can't get to the phone,
but please leave a message,

and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.

(machine beeps)
Hey. It's me.

Um, I just thought
you might want to know

that that, uh,
that stock that Marie found...

The container company?
It took off this morning.

You know, if we'd invested
even one tenth of our savings,

we would have had enough money

to put all three girls through
whatever college they wanted.

Twice.

Is that petty of me
to point that out? Sorry.

I guess I'm feeling
a little... petty.

Call me back.

(phone rings)

That didn't take long.

Excuse me?

Terry?

Joe!

I just wanted to offer
my congratulations.

Maybe now you'd be willing
to tell me

who tipped you to that stock.

That's all right.

I deserve that.

I was arrogant.

Must feel good to be on the
winning side of an equation.

Yeah. Terry, um...

Joe, let's be frank.

It's still at least a couple
of years before your division

even has the possibility
of turning a profit.

It's the most speculative
venture I am currently funding.

Now, I don't believe
for a minute

that you could have
possibly earned enough

off that stock to buy me out,

but it's also clear
that you're a clever guy,

not just as an engineer,

but you seem to know your way
around the markets as well.

So, I'll tell you what.

If you're still interested,
I'll sell you back your company.

I'm not going to let you
completely off the hook.

You're going to end up
paying me a royalty,

but if you can get together
a couple million dollars,

we can figure out how you can
pay me the balance over time.

That should work for you,
and it'll give me the chance

to get all that red ink

your enterprise generates
off my balance sheets.

So, what do you say?

A couple million dollars?

No, no, no, no. I'm not going
to negotiate over the phone.

I'm just saying, if you still
have a desire to do this thing,

then, um, I have
half a mind to help you.

Joe? You still there?

Yeah. That's-that's
very generous of you, sir.

You know, it may take me
a little while

to put together
a couple million dollars.

(chuckles)

Don't do the modesty thing.
I've already seen you in action.

Come on!

Trade me the Barbershop Bonnie

for the Beach Bunny
Bonnie!

Please?

No!

You girls ready for bed?

No...
No.

What you doing, hmm?
Playing with dolls?

Yeah, but Marie
isn't playing nice.

I wanted to trade,
but she won't do it!

What's this doll's name?

Beach Bunny Bonnie.

Beach Bunny Bonnie?
What kind of a name is that?

I like those names
that you gave the dolls
the other day.

Uh, "Maye and Wilt" and...

Those aren't doll names, Daddy.
Not really.

Well, I know, but I liked them.

Hey, you know what I noticed?

You didn't cut out any dolls
out of the paper today.

You told me not to, Daddy!

Yeah, you told her not to,
Daddy.

Yes, I know,
but I changed my mind.

I'll tell you what, you know.

If you want to cut
a couple dolls

out of the paper tonight
before you went to bed

and name them, you know,
that would be okay with me.

If you wanted to.

What do you think?
Do you want to do it?

Uh-uh.
Paper dolls are for babies!

Wait a second.
It'll be fun. Come on.

Cut a couple out.

You can name them
anything you want.

Don't you want to make a little,
I don't know, Pfizer doll?

How about GE?
Haven't you always wanted

a doll named "GE"?

I'm tired, Daddy.

"Apple"?

It worked for Gwyneth Paltrow.

(phone rings)

Devalos.

Hello... sir?

I just got off the phone
with the Scottsdale Police.

You may have been right.

Either Kevin Flynn had a partner

or Scottsdale's got itself
a copycat

who wasted no time in picking up
where Flynn left off.

Oh, no...

Yeah, they found the body
of a young girl

in a Dumpster about an hour ago
pummeled to death

just the way
Flynn used to do it.

She was wearing a necklace
with her name on it,

wasn't she? "Tara."

Tara. It was still on her
when they found the body.

Did you see anything else?

His face? An address?
A license plate?

Yeah. Uh, no.

I'm so sorry.

I'm still not sure
I understand why

we're driving all the way
to Scottsdale.

Any forensic information
we want,

they'd be happy to send us.

No, no, I don't think so.

Not what I'm after.

(sighs)

Sir, I know this is
a little unusual,

but do you think I could be
alone with her for a minute?

I don't know
if you're still here.

I don't know
if you can hear me...

but I could really use
your help.

Did you find what you
were looking for?

No.

(grunts)

Honey, just give me...

Yeah, Terry?

No, it's Allison.
Go back to sleep.

Go back to sleep, honey.

It's 3:00 in the morning.

(sighs)

Did I just call you Terry?

Yeah, you did.
(chuckles)

Wow. Wow.

I-I hope you meant Terry
your boss,

not Terry, some young, fetching
figment of your imagination.

Young? Fetching?

Mm.

Why didn't I think
about that?

No, I was actually dreaming
about my, my employer.

My future former employer.

Come on. You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

He thinks
I'm gonna buy the company.

He thinks I've been making
a killing

in the stock market.

(chuckles)

I suppose that...

if you found a way to do it

without Marie ever knowing,
I mean...

You have nothing to fear.

I think that we may
have already missed

the boat on that one.

Somebody's knocked the
Warren Buffet right out of her.

So, any luck in Scottsdale?

No.

I think he's done it.
He's right.

I'm broken.

Mm...

what's going on
in your head?

I've finally been thinking

about all the ugly things
that he's been saying to me.

Mm...

I guess I can't help
but wonder...

where is God in all this?

I mean, I really do believe

that I see these things
for a reason.

And the reason is
to help people

to-to make things right.

(sighing)

But if that's the case,

then how could he be
allowed to do this?

Maybe it just...

It makes me question
everything.

HARVEY:
My God!

And I do mean "my God."

You sound incredibly bleak.

Almost suicidal.

(whispering):
Leave my home!

Leave this life.

It's honestly the only way

you'll ever rid yourself
of me, Allison.

I'm staying

in your home,
in your head,

in your dreams.

I'm cancer.

I live in you.

So what shall it be?

There's knives
in the kitchen.

Perhaps one through
the heart?

(gasps)
We could sit in the closed
garage with the car running.

I'd let you pick
the radio station we listen to

as the carbon monoxide
suffocates you to death.

Forget that.
How about some lye?

Why don't you drink
a cup or so,

then stumble
into your little girls' room

so they can watch you
writhe to death

as it eats through
your organs?

Come on, Allison.

It's time for you to move on.

WOMAN:
Actually... we think
it's time for you to move on.

Remember me?
I'm the most recent girl

that Donald Crommler
gassed, bound,

and beat the holy hell out of.

"Donald Crommler."
That's his name.

He lives in Scottsdale
on Desert Oasis Road.

That's what you came
to the morgue

to find out
this evening, right?

She could have stopped it
from happening.

You should have let her
stop it from happening.

It was supposed to happen.

It was meant to be.

No. The only thing
that is meant to be

is for you to burn in hell.

And that's where
we mean to take you.

"We"? (chuckles)

Who's "we"?

It's your fault we're dead.

You interfered
with the dreams
of the people

who could have saved us.

All because you thought
they were evil.

But those people,

the dreamers--
they're not evil.

You are.

What are you doing?

It's time
to meet your maker.

It's good you're dressed
for the heat.

(birds chirping)

Donald Crommler.

Desert Oasis Road.

Donald Crommler.
Desert Oasis Road.

Donald Crommler.
Desert Oasis Road.

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Is everything all right?

Yeah. No. I'm good.

I think I'm great.

I just gotta make
a phone call.

(chuckles)

Everything is great.

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