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(sighs)

I'm on a break.

But we just opened.

Good morning.

MAN:
Yes.

Mr. Hitchens?

Miss Boddicker, what is it now?

I need to know if
you've contacted anyone.

I need to know if you've
called the police.

No, I have not contacted anyone.

No, I have not
called the police.

But, Mr. Hitchens...

But, Miss Boddicker,

what would you have me
say to them?

"Hello, Police.

"A woman who works in my bank

"is convinced
it's going to be robbed.

"She doesn't know
exactly what day.

"She doesn't know
exactly what time.

"She won't tell me
how she knows this.

Just that the bank is going
to be robbed"?

But it is!

By two men in hockey masks
with shotguns.

Why won't you believe me?

Perhaps if you told me how
you came to know all of this...

But I can't.

Good-bye, Miss Boddicker.

And yes, please close the door.

All right.

I'll tell you.

But you can't laugh.

And you can't
tell anyone else.

Very well, Miss Boddicker,
you have my word.

You have to swear.

I swear.

I won't laugh.

I won't tell anybody else.

I saw it all in a dream.

Excuse me?

It came to me
in a dream.

Like that lady--

the one that's always
in the newspaper?

The one that's
always in the news?

Allison Dubois?

(laughing)

That's not nice.

You swore.

You're right.

This will be better.

Now I get to call the police
and I get to tell them,

"You've got to come down
to my branch right now

"and make sure no one
with a hockey mask

"or a shotgun
walks inside.

"Of course I know
it's really going to happen.

One of my tellers dreamed it."

(laughing)

(gunshot)

(people screaming)
MAN:
Everybody down on the ground!

Faces down!
Faces down!

Behind the counter,
let me see your hands!

Come on, let me
see those fingers.

You, honey,

fill that bag up.

Or I'll blow his head off.

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(car horn honking)

BRIDGETTE:
Will you guys stop that?

I'm trying to digest.

Come on, you're going
to miss Daddy too, aren't you?

Of course,
we'll miss Daddy,

but he'll be back
Thursday night, right?

Yeah.

I leave on Tuesday morning,

I'm back on Thursday night.

I haven't even left yet,
and I'm almost home already.

So can I get some kisses?

You-- no wild parties
while I'm gone, okay?

Okay.

Uh... so, Dad...

Yeah.

I know that you're taking
a cab to the airport,

and it seems kind of silly that
your car's just going to be

sitting in the garage
while you're gone.

Hmm, where would you
like it to sit?

BRIDGETTE:
She'd like to sit in it.

Preferably behind the wheel.

I mean, if you give me the keys,

I could help Mom

and I could take Bridgette
and Marie to school

and go to the market, and...

Ooh, that would be great.

Okay, you gave
me something

to think about while
I'm in San Diego,

so, yeah, I'll
think about that.

Maybe next
week, huh?

Next week?

(car horn honking)

(keys rattling)

No joy riding.
No friends in the car.

You take your
sisters to school,

and you do anything
else that your mom
might want, okay?

And that's it.

That's it. I promise.

Thanks, Dad.

Yeah, you're welcome.

You be careful.

Have a good trip.

Okay.

Will you walk
me to the door?

I get to pick the
radio station.

Yeah, you get
to pick your nose.

So how hard was that?

Really hard.

(phone ringing)

WOMAN:
Good morning.
Dr. Atwell's office.

Hey.

Hey. You made it.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, uh...

I don't know, it turns out
I was just down the block.

I'm glad you're here.

Lynn?

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

Lynn, hello.

Dr. Atwell, you've never
met the baby's father.

This is Lee Scanlon.

Lee, nice to
meet you.

Congratulations.

So...

20 weeks.

First ultrasound.

So big question:

Do we want to know
the sex of the baby?

Yes.
No.

I would.

Well, I have
a waiting room

full of patients
out there, folks.

I mean, you two aren't
married, are you?

So I really,

I have to defer
to the mother.

And you should defer
to the mother.

I'll just wait
out in the hall.

Lee, don't.

I won't.

(car horns honking)

MAN (on radio):
And if you're one
of those lucky commuters

sitting in the middle of Bell
Road and getting nowhere fast,

you can thank two bank robbers

who hit a Maricopa National
branch today

wearing hockey masks
and brandishing shotguns.

(indistinct radio transmission)

HITCHENS:
I mean if you're not responding
to a bank robbery,

what are you doing?

Ruth Boddicker, right?

Hi.

Ruth?

I think I know who you are.

You're Allison Dubois, right?

You're very perceptive.

No.

Um, just a bit of a news junkie.

Oh, actually, I think you're
more perceptive than you let on.

Ruth, I had

a dream about you last night.

Me?

In fact, my dream was about
a dream you had.

About this bank,
about this robbery.

Do you have any idea
what I'm talking about?

No, not really.

Really? So you didn't dream
about all this?

Try to warn
your boss

that this robbery
was going to happen?

Ruth, I know you've been through
an awful lot today.

All kinds of people
asking you

all kinds
of questions--

but I have a
funny feeling

that you know exactly
what I'm talking about.

I also have a funny feeling
that as time goes on,

you're going to really want
someone to talk to.

Here's my cell number.

Give me a call.

(keys jingling)

(waves crashing)

(door closes)

Honey, I'm home.

So what's it like?

JOE:
Well, I can hear the ocean.

I can't see it, though.

All I can see
is the parking lot.

And that's 'cause
there's a light out there.

I got off the plane,
I went right to work.

By the time I got here,
it was dark,

so I could be anywhere.

You're very missed.

I very miss you.

Well, you're very missed back.

Hey, honey, say hi to Daddy.

Hi, Dad.

Uh, hi.

And how did my car survive
its first full day

with a 16-year-old
behind the wheel?

Should I tell Daddy
about the accident?

Mom!

He knows I'm kidding.

You're kidding, right?

Honey, honey,
say hi to Daddy.

Hi, Dad. You know
she's kidding, right?

WOMAN:
Sources report
that Ruth Boddicker,

a long-time employee
of Maricopa National Bank

actually predicted this
morning's daring bank heist.

According to the bank's manager,
Boddicker repeatedly warned

that the robber was imminent.

Is it true you predicted
today's robbery?

I really don't have
anything to say.

I just want to get to my car.

JOE:
Hello? Is anyone there?
God, poor woman.

I know exactly
how she feels.

Allison?

(door opening)

MAN:
Hey.

Hey.

We made
the TV news.

That's nice.

You know
what they said?

Hopefully we got away clean and
they have no idea who we are.

They did--
they said that.

Well...

Then they said
we got away with 300 grand.

300 grand?

That's insane.

There's a little over
$32,000 here.

You want to look again?

What are you doing?

See, I was responsible
for checking the door

and watching the security guard.

You were responsible
for taking care of the cash.

I want to see
the other $270,000.

I-I don't have it to show you.

According to the news, you do.

The news-- they're wrong.

Look, maybe they put, like,
an extra zero on it

or added a comma
or something.

What?

Will you...?

You want left or right, hmm?

It's your choice.

Quit messing around.

You're crazy.

Stop.
Don't do this.

Just take mine if you want.
Don't!

Joe.

(ringtones playing)

(clearing throat)

Joe?

It's not Joe.
It's Ruth.

Ruth from the bank.

Ruth.

I saw you on TV last night.

What time is it?

It's, uh, a little after 6:00.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I needed to tell you.

Everything you said to me
at the bank yesterday?

It's true.

I do have dreams.

I did dream about that robbery.

And I had another dream tonight.

Really? Me, too. Just now.

Then you saw it?

The one robber killed the other?

Dumped his body in the park?

What? No, no, no.
My dream didn't go that far.

Oh, Allison.
It was horrible.

I kept hoping it wasn't true.

Did you... did you see
any landmarks,

maybe the name of the park?

I could send the police there
to look for the body.

You don't have to.

I already found it.

In fact,
I'm standing over it right now.

Mommy had to go
to work early,

so I am driving
you guys to school.

Cool. I'm riding shotgun.

What's shotgun?

(laughs)
It's nothing.

It's the, uh...

empty seat beside the driver
that's going to stay empty

because Mom and Dad say
that you guys have

to be at least 12 years old
to sit up there.

So?

So, that means
that you can't sit up there.

Wow, who died and made you
queen of Car-ville?

(siren chirping)

(indistinct radio transmission)

I've never been through
anything like this before.

All this blood.

All this gore.

I had that dream...

and it was so vivid.

And I thought,

"Can this be true?"

And I looked up Hoskins Park
on the Internet,

and there was such a place.

So I got in my car
and I drove out here...

and there he was.

I've never seen a real,
live dead person before.

Allison.

I take it this is the woman
you told me about,

the woman who lead us here?

Ruth Boddicker.
This is my boss,

District Attorney
Manuel Devalos.

Oh.

It's a great pleasure
to meet you, sir.

And you, Miss Boddicker.

I read about you
in the papers this morning.

Am I understanding correctly
that both of you had dreams

in which you saw the face
of whoever it was

who killed this man?

Well, then, not to take up
any more of your time,

but it would be
extraordinarily helpful

if I could get you together
with a detective

to give him a description.

We could run
our composite software

and see if we could generate
a sketch of the killer.

I guess I was hoping I would
show you where the dead body was

and then that would be that.

Miss Boddicker, I can't force
you to give me a description.

I can certainly get one
from Mrs. Dubois here,

but when it comes
to identifying criminals,

the more input, the better.

It would only take
about 20 minutes.

Actually, you
might find it fun.

All right, then.

I suppose.

Wonderful, then.
We'll see you at City Hall.

Third floor,
anytime this afternoon.

I guess it's a date.

DEVALOS:
Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Wow. Who'd have imagined?

Two psychics, no waiting.
You want to get some breakfast?

Okay. Everybody in
their car seats?

Everybody wearing
their seatbelts?

Aye, aye, Captain Pushy.
Everyone's seated and strapped.

Aye, aye,
Captain Pushy.

What?

Okay, you're supposed
to be helping me.

What do you want me to do?
She's all buckled in.

Hey, did you notice if I
locked the sliding glass door

in the kitchen?

Why? Was I supposed to?

Okay, you know what?

If we're late, I'm telling
Mom that it was your fault.

Hmph.

She thinks she's so great,
just 'cause she can drive.

Yeah.
Well, I can drive,
too, you know.

Remember the go-karts
we went on last summer?

No.

Well, I do.

It's easy.

Yeah, this is
no big deal at all.

Watch. First thing you do

is you take this
big stick thing.

That was easy.

Then you take
this other stick thing

and you pull it over to "N."

That stands for "Now."

I don't see a stop button.

Make it stop!

Oh, no, oh, no.

(horn honking)

(Marie laughing)

This is bad.

That was fun.

(entry bell beeping,
easy-listening music plays)

Lynn?

Hey.

I don't get it. You asked me
to meet you for lunch.

You, uh, give me an address
and it's a baby store.

I asked if you wanted to
meet at lunch, not for lunch.

I have to start
ordering some things.

It could take three months
to get this stuff delivered.

And I just felt funny picking
everything without you.

Well, go ahead.
Pick it without me.

I mean, what you like,
I like.

It's not like I'm going
to be sleeping in it.

I know you care.

I know deep down, you
care about all of it.

You're not fooling me.

Whatever you say.

You want to hear the name
I'm thinking about?

No. You tell me the name,
I'm going to know the sex.

Lee.

Yeah?

No, that's the name. Lee.

Lee, Lee, Lee.

It works for a girl
and it works for a boy. Lee.

Don't do this.

But I love the name Lee.

I do.

Look, whatever you buy is fine.

See you at home.

MAN:
Do you exchange foreign money?

Excuse me?

You know,
I got about

500 Mexican pesos here,
and I was just wondering

if I could swap it
for American money.

Sure. I can do that.

All right.

Hey. You tango?

Is it Ruth?

(tango playing)

Well, it's a small world.

I just got back from Mexico
on a tango weekend.

I'm really a beginner.

I take lessons.

Oh. That's my teacher.

I dance over
at the Shirley Karch Studio

on Wednesday nights.

It's fun there.

I mean, you meet people.

Maybe you should try it.

Well, I don't know
if I'm ready for that.

You look ready to me.

(gasping)
So...

That comes to $32.33.

All right. Thank you.

And I'll be looking for you at
the Shirley Karch Studios.

(knocking on door)
Take it easy, Ruth.

(knocking on door)

(knocking continues)

Yeah. Come in.

Hi. Hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

Just gave the detectives
my description.

Of course.

You were right.

It was kind of fun.

(chuckling)

They said any time
you were ready.

Well, thank you.
I'll be over soon.

So, listen. I hope
I didn't get you

into any trouble
this morning.

Excuse me?

Uh, I know you're the big
psychic around here,

and then here I go finding
the body and everything.

I hope I didn't
make you look bad.

Oh. (chuckling)

Don't worry, Ruth.

You're just keeping me
on my toes.

Okay, then.

Guess if I have any more dreams,
I'll just call you.

Well, I'll be waiting.

Oh! Oh, Ruth.
The dead man.

Jimmy... Jimmy Fleming.

Are you sure
you've never met him before?

I don't think so.

Maybe at the bank.
He might have mentioned

a mutual interest
in tango lessons?

Oh...

Oh, my goodness.

Yes.

Of course I remember him now.

But that would mean he was one
of the men who robbed the bank.

Pointed a gun at me.

That nice man.

Did this just come to you?

God, you're good at this.

How come we didn't
realize it sooner?

So many people
come into the bank.

(ringtones playing)

Oh, I'm so sorry.
It's my daughter.

Don't worry.

Allison, I have
your number.

If I have any more important
dreams, I'll just call you.

Thank you.

(ringtones continue playing)

Hello? Hey, sweetie.

Everybody home safe and sound?

Yeah. Everyone's home
from school.

Safe and sound.

But Bridgette has something
that she wants to tell you.

Do you love me, Mommy?

(waves crashing)

I'm sorry. I don't think
I heard you correctly.

I said something happened
to your car.

It's nothing major.

It's just the back fender--
it's a little scrunched.

But the kids are okay.

Everybody's okay.

Nobody got hurt.

And please don't get mad
at Ariel.

It was actually Bridgette
who was behind the wheel

when it happened.

How is that even possible?

You know what...

I don't want to talk about this.

I'm exhausted
from this whole thing.

I finally got the girls
to go to bed.

It's the bumper, the fender,

whatever that thing is
in the back.

We'll get it fixed.

Where were you, uh, you know,
when all this happened?

What does that have to do
with anything?

What, now you're
taking offense?

Look, Allison, you just told me
that my car

rolled backwards
down the driveway

with our 11-year-old daughter
behind the wheel.

And I don't have the right
to ask where you were

in relation to all this?

Well, I was a hell of a lot
closer than you were.

I was at work.

Yeah, I knew that.

Your point being?

Hey, I don't know what
the point is, Allison.

But this is not
what I wanted to hear.

I don't know what to tell you.
Turn on the radio.

So other than that,
how is everything?

BODDICKER:
Come on.

You can do this.

Just go in there, say hi.

Nothing's going to happen if you
just sit here in your car.

Uh-uh, Ruth.

Life hands you lemons--
you go get a lemonade.

Or maybe a whiskey sour.

*

To future
business ventures.

So...

I want to show
you these. Huh?

You're serious.

Hockey masks?

I'm telling you,

it's like they were made
for this kind of work.

It's a bank robbery,
not a horror film.

Oh, lighten up,
nobody can hear me.

I even know which teller
I'm going to hit.

This little Miss Lonely Hearts--
always making goo-goo eyes at me

every time I come there.

Sir.

I think Ruth Boddicker's
been lying to us.

Well, good morning to you,
too.

Sir, I'm serious.

I don't think she knew about
that bank robbery

'cause she dreamt it.

I think she knew about
that bank robbery

'cause she was sweet
on one of the robbers

and she overheard it.

Then how do you explain

her ability to find
that body yesterday?

Are you telling me
she didn't dream that either?

I don't know the answer
to that, sir. Not yet.

I'll tell you what,
why don't we ask her?

I called her and asked her
if she could stop by

on her way to work.

And here she is now.

Ladies, I have a bit
of a problem

and I'd like to share it
with you.

Yesterday you both sat down
with detectives

and gave descriptions of the man
you believed was responsible

for the killing
of Jimmy Fleming--

one of the two men suspected
in the robbery

of the Maricopa National Bank.

Now based on the separate
descriptions you gave,

here are the composite
sketches they've come up with.

Well, that can't be.

Actually, it's perfect.

That's exactly
what he looks like.

No, no, no. No, no.

I have to say something.
Ruth, you know

this looks nothing like
the man we're looking for.

He looks like it to me.

In my dream, he looks
just like that.

In your dream?
Did you even have a dream?

Are you mad at me?

What are you talking about?

Is this because
I had a dream that led us

to the body yesterday
and you didn't?

Of course not.

Ladies...
Because
I would never

do anything to knowingly
upset you.

But I can't lie.

This is the man

who killed the man
we found in that park.

He just is.

And-and this man?
You don't recognize him at all?

You've never
seen him before?

Not in a bar

talking with the man
that we found dead yesterday?

Talking about robbing a bank?

Listening while his partner
bragged

about you
making goo-goo eyes at him?

Goo-goo eyes?

You don't have to be cruel,
Mrs. Dubois.

I think I would remember
if someone made a comment

like that about me.

In fact, I'm certain
that I will always remember

what you just said to me,
here, now.

I have to get to work.

May I go now?

DEVALOS:
Of course.

SCANLON:
Hey.

Don't rush off.

I've been waiting for you
to get up and come out here.

You're always asleep
by the time I get home.

You've been getting home
so late.

I figured that was the way
you wanted it.

(sighs)

Here's the thing.

I'm actually really excited
about all of it--

you, the baby.

I am.

I know it doesn't show.

I know it's hard to tell.

I think I'm scared I might not
be very good at it.

Well, if it makes you feel
any better, I'm terrified.

(door closes)

(dog barking in distance)

Mm.

Mm.

Girls tried to stay up.

I'm sorry
I'm so late.

It's not your fault
the plane was late.

Oh, it's so good
to be home.

What is this?

(chuckles)

It's from Bridgette.

She offered to skip
going to college

so she could get a job
and pay for that dent

in your Jeep.

She's half yours.

(sighs)

(car door opening)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

MAN:
Ruth Boddicker.
Speaking.

Just saw you on the news.

So you knew we were coming, huh?

May I ask who's calling please?

We met earlier today
at the bank.

I was wearing a hockey mask
and carrying a big gun.

Where's the rest
of my money, Ruth?

They said we got away
with $300,000,

but you and I both know
it was $30,000.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Where's my money, Ruth?

(phone ringing)

ROBBER:
You safe in your house now?

Hmm?

All alone?

Just you and my money?

Think again.

(screaming)

(gasps)

I don't think Mom's
even up yet.

And that means that we can have
whatever we want for breakfast.

Even candy?

Definitely candy.

Just who I've been waiting for.

Where's Mom?

Mom had to go somewhere
very early this morning.

So it's just you and me, kid.

I'm going back to bed.

Why don't you come
over here and have a seat.

Am I in big trouble?

Pretty big.

Ruth, those men
robbed the bank,

but you kept most
of the money, didn't you?

That's why you gave us
that phony description

of the robber--
the one who killed his partner.

'Cause he's the only other
person who knows what you did.

Ruth, you knew the body
was going to be in the park

'cause you brought it there.

No.

I dreamt about that body.

I dreamt about that robbery.

And I don't know anything
about any money.

I'm sorry.

I can't talk with you anymore.

My shift's about to begin.

I really do hope
you'll solve this case.

Can I help you?

SCANLON:
Yeah, I wanted
to pay a visit.

Your name?
Last name first.

Scanlon, Lee.

And who do you wish to see?

Scanlon, Lee.

Senior.

(on TV):
I'm the Fonz!

I'm selling these books.

They're cool,
they're cheap and you buy them.

(TV clicks off)

Hey, Pop, it's Lee.

You feeling all right?

So, that girl
I told you about...

we're having a baby.

And I will never hit it.

I know I got your stuff...

your DNA inside me.

But I will never hit it.

ALLISON:
There.

As soon as she starts
putting the money

into the bag the
robbers gave her,

she turns her back
to the camera.

Okay?

Well, she did that
on purpose.

She didn't want anyone
to see her load

the robbers' bag
with the smaller bills

while she put
the bigger bills in hers.

Well, that's an interesting
theory, Allison,

but I don't actually see it.

Well, I see it.

(scoffs)

Allison, no judge
is going to issue a warrant

because someone being
held at gunpoint

just happens to turn their back

to a security camera
during a robbery.

Sir, we have to get
ahead of this guy.

We have to confront Ruth,

get her to give that money back

or this man's gonna
kill her for it.

You may very well be right,

but, uh,
this office isn't set up

to protect one criminal
from another.

And if she is an innocent victim
in all this,

if he really is pursuing
and threatening her,

then she needs to come in this
office and file a complaint.

But until she does that...

(sighing):
Anything else?

I guess not.

(vehicle approaching)

You bring it?

$135,000.

Your half.

Just like we agreed on.

The same exact amount
you would've had

when you left the bank.

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

Yeah...

(gasping)

Now, tell me where
the rest of it is.

But we had a deal.

"Had." Yeah.

I have it.

It's with me.

You broke into my house,

I couldn't
leave it there.

Um, it's in the trunk.

Keys.

All right.

(chuckling)

I don't see it.

Oh!

Now, you give me your car keys.

You can bite me, old lady.

You ain't gonna pull
that trigger.

I'll do it!

Keys!

All right.

(doorbell ringing)

(ringing continues)

(groaning)

Is somebody actually
at the door?

What the hell time is it?

It's a little after 2:00.

(muffled crying)

(crying)

I took a killer's car,

I took a killer's gun,

and I took the money
from the bank.

Help.

Eric Rogich?

I'm District Attorney
Manuel Devalos.

I'm sorry to disturb you
so early in the morning.

You, uh, you look like
you've had a rough night.

Yeah, I actually just got in.

Had myself a rather long walk.

What, um, what can I do for you?

Well, I'm here to inform you
that you are officially

a suspect in a robbery
that took place

several days ago
at the Maricopa National Bank.

Really?

Truly.

In fact, I'm in possession
of a warrant authorizing me

to search your vehicle
for stolen money

and a possible
murder weapon.

My vehicle?

Mm-hmm.
Well...

looks like you're
out of luck there,

Mr. District Attorney.

'Cause my vehicle
was recently stolen.

Are you certain about that, sir?

Mm-hmm.

Because I do believe
that this car

in the driveway is, uh,

registered in your name.
(tango playing)

By the way, you left the
keys in the ignition.

Not a smart thing to do
in this neighborhood.

Here's the search warrant
I was telling you about.

Okay.

(tango continues)

There's nothing in there.

No, no, no, this is a setup.

I didn't put that there.

This is her.

She took...

She...

She took that money!

She planted it in my car!

She stole my car;
she planted it in there!

I'm sorry,
who are we talking about?

The crazy lady from the news.

Th-The bank teller.

The one that thinks
she's a psychic.

But she is psychic.

It was her dreams
that led us here.

She was the one who told me
about the car in the driveway.

She was the one who told me
about the money in the trunk.

And she's even the one who told
me this is where you lived.

So, and there was one
other thing...

Oh, yeah.

She told me to look

in the glove
compartment.

For a gun.

So, now the only question is:

Will the ballistics report
on this gun

match the bullet holes
in the body of your friend

and accomplice, Jimmy Fleming?

(tango continues)

(music fades)

You look pleased
about something.

Is it me or the box?

I don't know yet.

Let's see what's inside.

I called the doctor.

Found out it's a girl.

I like it.

Girl named Lee.

A whole new thing.

Come here, you.

Morning, Miss Boddicker.

First one here,
as usual.

25 years is a long time.

You develop habits.

You know, I was just
sitting in my office,

thinking about how you
came to me with your dreams

and how I didn't listen.

Oh, that's okay.

Everything worked
out, didn't it?

I mean, the bank
got its money back

and I'm still here.

Still, I wish I had listened.

And I was nicer.

If you have any more dreams
you care to talk about,

I hope you won't hesitate.

Actually,

I haven't been dreaming
much lately, Mr. Hitchens.

Whatever it was
that made me dream,

I think it went away.

Actually, I had a dream
last night.

Ask me what it was.

All right, Mr. Hitchens.

What did you dream?

I'll tell you
but you can't laugh.

And you can't tell
anyone else.

Very well, Mr. Hitchens.

You have my word.

You have to swear.

All right, I swear.

I won't laugh
and I won't tell anyone else.

I was dancing the tango.

With you.

Very nice dream.

Ask me when it happens.

When does it happen?

Tonight, I hope.

I hope you'll come by my office
to discuss it later.

Yes, sir, Mr. Hitchens.

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