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No, no, no, no way, forget it.

Okay, four million.

Are you telling me
you wouldn't fucking

chicken for four
million dollars tax free?

There isn't any rule against it.

It's been done before.

Would anyone have to watch?

Absolutely.

Madison Square Garden, center
court, half time in her Nick game.

Just you and the chicken.

Who are the next plane?

I'll have to get back to you on that.

Once again next week?

You got it.

Whoa.

See you Tom.

Hi Toby, I'm back.

Yippee, how was lunch?

Great.

Really?

No tension, no awkward resentment?

No, of course not.

Why should there be?

No reason.

Just because your lunch
buddy stole your favorite rider.

Hear your messages.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about your friend with
the million dollar smile is editing the

new Jefferson Cats book.

What?

No.

No, no, no, no.

You've got to be mistaken.

Jefferson Cats is my rider.

Was your rider till a certain editor
had dinner with Gibby last night?

He can't do this to me.

The ungrateful,
unpatriotic, conventionable.

Where'd you hear this?

Gibby's secretary, Juan Martini.

She's a regular Liz Smith.

I don't believe this.

I paid for his lunch.

I don't fucking believe you.

Let me tell you something.

Jefferson Cats is mine.

I brought him to Whitestone.

I edited the Cuban deception and
the entire whistling Frenchman series.

And you are way out of line here, Tom.

Shame on you.

Shame on you.

If there is one thing that
distinguishes a man from a beast,

it's the ability to understand
and understanding forgive.

Okay, Tom, I'm sure there's
another side to the story.

But I just... Don't
ignore me, Tom.

Tom.

Tom?

Ah!

Hey!

Oh, Toby.

Toby!

Tom?

Well, that is that.

I don't believe it.

He was fine at lunch.

Lunch? Yeah, where'd you guys go?

One minute you're laughing and
joking and stealing people's writers.

And the next it's an
aneurysm and you're gone.

Tom was a healthy guy, you know.

He worked out.

That doesn't mean anything.

My cousin Sal, he used to run seven
miles every day with his collie, Scout.

Then one day, poof, Sal's dead.

Heart attack.

No.

Scout turned on him, ripped his throat off.

Really?

That's why I fish.

Who are you people?

Tom is dead.

He's dead.

I mean, this could have
happened to any one of us.

And it could happen to you.

Excuse me.

Well, Guy, we'll miss him.

Yeah.

Dibs on his office.

Look at this.

Look at this 26-year-old woman dead.

She was walking down the
street in a piece of masonry.

She just fell in her head.

They saved me the comics.

I'm not keeping up with
Garfield the way I should.

But, you know, you get busy.

And this guy, 34 years old, coronary.

They found him slumped over
the cantaloupes at Dagestino's.

Oh, look at this guy, 96
years old, died in his sleep.

See?

See?

Sleep isn't even safe.

I mean, don't we-- Doesn't the
randomness of it all just scare you?

No.

Because I know I'm gonna die at
83 at the hands of a jealous lover.

Excuse me?

My psychic told me.

Ridiculous.

No kidding.

Hey, they're not supposed to
tell you when you're gonna die.

But if you slip her an extra 50
bucks, hey, I'm going there tonight.

You want to come?

I think I'll pass, then.

Fine.

Live in fear.

Oh, look.

Those killer bees finally
made it to America.

And it could happen to you.

Okay, Toby.

We're gonna go back
again into your past lives.

Close your eyes.

Feel how heavy they are.

Heavier.

Heavier.

Let your body relax.

You feel calm.

Serene.

You sure I can't get you something?

A bowl of sea water?

No. Thank you.

Feel the weight leave your body.

It's if you're floating above the chair.

I got hummus.

No, no, really.

It'll just go bad.

That's okay.

That's okay.

I'm just fine.

Okay, Toby.

Let yourself drift back into the darkness.

To a life you departed long before.

Where are you?

I'm in an orchard.

I have an axe.

I'm chopping down a cherry tree.

Listen, this mental
illumination drivel is a racket,

and you've gone for it,
hook, line, and sinker.

Keep your opinions to yourself.

What?

You've been able to read my
mind for some time, haven't you?

What do you expect?

I'm a psychic. It says so on the door.

Queen of hearts.

Oh, my God.

I cannot tell a lie.

Are you finished?

My teeth feel funny.

Please, I need to know my destiny.

Oh, this I gotta see.

Fifty bucks.

I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna go.

Fifty bucks.

Okay.

When am I gonna die?

Tomorrow? Two years? Thirty years?

I mean, how much time do I have?

You wanna see your future?

You gotta start with your past.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

Close your eyes, Mark.

Let your body relax.

Allow yourself to fall into the pits.

The body is weak, please.

I have to tell the story of
a Turkey for the present.

We have to wait for you for hours.

Take off.

The house.

We come down.

Yesterday is today.

And today is tomorrow.

The past, the present,
the future are all one.

So sayeth the ancient Hindu father, Vishnu.

Who are you?

Mark Tock, lawmaker.

Next chief man to high priestess.

I'm some kind of lawmaker,
and I have a very big hat.

Come back, Martin.

Find the life that's closer
to the one you live in now.

Where are you?

I'm on stage.

I'm dancing.

Oh.

I'm a hula girl.

Boy, I feel so free.

I'm so pretty.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you all.

What?

What?

Toby, you're out of here.

All right, all right.

I'll see you next Wednesday.

And I'll see you tomorrow, Bubbles.

Ha!

Okay.

Where to now?

We're gonna go to your last life.

The life that has the
most impact on your future.

Go back to that life.

Where are you?

I'm in a house.

I have to make a phone call.

It's very important.

I don't have much time.

Three, four, three,
oh, five, nine, nine.

Hello?

Is Joss McLean there, please?

Oh, I'm sorry he isn't.

He's out of town.

This is Mrs. McLean speaking.

Can I take a message?

Where is he?

Well, he left for San Francisco
the day before yesterday.

Who is this speaking?

Do you mean he's on a train or something?

No, he flew out.

Who is this, please?

Mrs. McLean.

I'm Mrs. Leon Jax.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, I think so.

Mrs. McLean, you've got to help me.

I don't know if you
remember at the trial,

there was a lot of
talk about a letter,

a letter that never turned out.

Well, anyway, it would have proved
that my husband was in Canada

on Memorial Day and couldn't
have committed the murder.

Well, I've never given up
looking for it, and tonight I found it.

Are you listening?

Yes, yes, I'm listening.

Well, I called the prison, and
the warden said that your husband

is the only person who can
stop them from killing Leon.

If I could just talk to Joss
McLean for a second,

I know he'd realize the
importance of this letter.

Mrs. Jax, the execution is today, isn't it?

Tonight at 8.30, in 25 minutes.

Mrs. McLean, I've
never given up where

he tried to prove that
Leon didn't do this.

Telephone him in San Francisco.

He's at the Golden State Hotel.

He always stays there, and
I'm sure you can reach him.

The Golden State Hotel?

That's right.

And if there's anything
else, please let me know.

Yes, Mrs. McLean, I've got to hurry.

I wish I could help you more.

What are you doing? I don't have much time.

I have to call San Francisco.

Not now you don't. Time's up.

But my husband?
What about my husband? His life's at stake.

I know, I know, but I've got to
pick my kid up at his piano lesson.

See you.

Look out!

Where the hell have you been? It's 9.45.

So it's 9.45? What's the big deal?

The big deal is I've been worried sick.
You take the subway.

Anything can happen on the subway.

I'm sorry, I slept her my alarm.

Yeah, well, you could have called.

All right, next time I'll call.

I think it's a decaf day for you.

So, what'd you think about Carmen?

Oh, well, she was... Amazing.

All right.

All right, nothing.

I was there when you and
Ma talked to Lawmaker.

Admit it, Martin.
You were wrong and I was right.

I'll admit the experience had
a certain novelty, but come on.

It's nothing to get excited about.

Ziva holds your destiny within her hands.

I got to run down and get a... A
pack of gum. So I'll be back in like...

An hour and a half.

I'm coming.

All right!

Hi, how are you? Shall we get started?

I'd like to take care of finances first.

Huh? Oh, yeah.

It'll be a hundred.

A hundred? What happened to 50?

The conclusion of
your past life holds the

key to the mystery
of your present life.

If you're not interested,
I've got dishes to do.

Okay.

Okay.

Would you like a cup of tea?

How much is that? Another 20?

You've got a lot of hostility.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm just a little keyed up.

You know, with my
husband on death row and all.

I understand.

Close your eyes.

Relax.

Let the calmness surround you.

Anthony!

Would you shut up? I'm working in here!

Sorry.

You feel peaceful.

Go deep into your soul.

Deeper.

Deep.

Hello.

Mrs. McLean.

This is Mr. Jax again. I... I
can't locate your husband.

He isn't at the hotel.
He hasn't even registered.

Is there some other place... Some
other hotel where he might be?

Yes. My sister.

Mrs. DC Elder at Cyprus.

That's D-Y-P-R-U-S Drive, Oakland.

DC Elder, Cyprus Drive, Oakland.

And if he isn't there,
she'll know where he is.

Mrs. McLean, there's only ten minutes more.

I must hurry.

Hurry, operator. Hurry, please.

I'll distance.

Mrs. DC Elder, Cyprus Drive, Oakland.

Mrs. DC Elder, is that C-Y-P-R-E-S Drive?

U-S, operator. It's U-S.

Hold the line, please.

Oh, God. Make... make...
Make them answer.

Please.

I'm sorry, madam.
Temple Bar 2, 1999 does not answer.

Shall I try them again in 20 minutes?

20 minutes?

I told you you stupid
fucking... What's the use?

What's the use?

No. I won't. I won't give up.

Thank you, Bob.

Give up.

Hello? Mrs.
McLean, I'm nearly out of my mind.

Your sister's number doesn't answer.

Mrs.
McLean, is there nothing else I can do?

Oh, I'm nearly crazy. I...

Listen, my sister
has some very dear

friends that live right
across the street.

Their name is Henderson.
Robert Henderson, Cypress Drive. Try it.

The Lord is my children.

He makes me fly down.

He leaves me beside her, still one.

He restores my soul.

He leaves me in the past.

Oh, yay.

Hello?

- Mr. Henderson. - Yeah?

Mr.
Henderson, I can't go into a long story.

Do you know Judge Johnson McLean?
I believe his wife's sister lives across

the street from you.

It's terribly urgent that I
contact Judge McLean at once.

Sure, I know Judge McLean. I drove
him to the railway station this morning.

What?

Judge McLean took the
Southern Pacific West

Coast Limited for
Portland this morning.

Mr. Henderson, I'm in terrible trouble.
I just got to talk to Judge McLean.

Well, I don't see how you can.
He took the train this morning.

Mr. Henderson.

Well, my husband is being
executed tonight for murder.

And Marty didn't commit.

If I can't get Judge McLean,
they're going to kill me.

All right, Lord.

I come to the message.

Please, God, I'm so... Don't let me.

Listen, Mr. Jackson,
you'll get him at Dunsmure.

That's a town along the line.

The train stops at Dunsmure
for half an hour. It's a division.

No point on the railway.

All right. I'll try.

Hang on quickly.

Have you finished, Madam?

Operator, I don't know
whether you can do this.

A man's life. Will you get me?

The railroad station at
Dunsmure, California.

Saving power and through the patio.

Oh, God, if you've ever
helped anyone help me now.

(Sighs)

(Screams)

Oh, my God. It's me.

I'm Leon Jax. They're going to kill me.

Can I get your cookie for the road?

What are you talking about?

I'm about to be executed and
you're offering me a cookie.

The lemon!

Five more minutes. Come on. Come on.

They're hooking electrical
things up to my head.

I'm sorry. We're all out of time.

Okay. I know how this works.

You want more money.

How much? Come on. Come on. How much?

Nothing. I got a 12 o'clock pedicure.

Hey, I got a life, too, you know?

You see, I was a woman, okay?

And then it turned out
that I was the husband.

You were a woman.

Well, I've been a woman
before, you know, back in the '20s.

Uh-huh.

I was a stripper.

And I'm sure you were very good at it.

Martin, I'm writing down the
name of a therapist. He's excellent.

Therapy? This stuff makes
therapy look like child's play.

Can therapy answer the
riddles of the unknown?

Huh? I don't think so.

Martin, come on.
This is me you're talking to.

You can't honestly believe it.

I know how this sounds, but
you'll have to come with me.

I mean, you could have
been anybody, you know?

You could have
been... Cleopatra.

Toby was George Washington,
you know, and I was Martok.

Martok the lawmaker.

His name is Dr. Chapnick.

I'll tell him not to give
you any medication.

That'll be 300.

What? That's ridiculous.

It's your execution.

You miserable witch.

Who are you calling a bitch?

Witch. I was thinking witch.

Pay attention, will you?

I only brought 100.

I take these and MasterCard.

I'm assuming you're under your limit.

Oh, there's a little space there for a tip.

I'm just saying.

Okay. You know the ropes.

Could I have a receipt, please?

Close your eyes.

You feel serene.

Serena.

Go deep into that soul.

Deep, really.

They only got two minutes more.

Oh, God, if heaven help me, what'll I do?

Oh, please, please, God, make them hurry.

Hello, hello.

Will you just talk to anyone there, madam?

Yes, anyone.

Hello, Depot.

Listen, whoever you are,
this is a terribly urgent call.

Did the Southern Pacific
West Coast Limited get in there?

To Portland?

Sure, lady. The West Coast Limited
is here now, and the next stop is...

There's a judge, McLean. Did you get that?

Yeah. Who's he?

Will you shut up and
listen to me for a minute?

He's on that train.

Tell him there's a letter. Tell him.

Tell him his wife's been killed.

Get it.

This is the judge, McLean.
What's this about my wife?

There's nothing the matter with your wife.
She's fine.

I had to say that because
so did the man in the station.

Listen, Judge.

Yes, Mrs. Jax. Judge, I found the letter.

You know what this letter means.
It proves that the odds are innocent.

Get off the fort. I'll call the
prison at once. Get off the fort.

Oh, God. Please, let them wait, please.

Please, God. You know he's innocent.
You know he is.

He never hurt anyone in his whole life.

No.

You don't need to tell me.

You've done it.

You killed the only
man I've ever... Stop it!

Stop it!

Hello.

Mrs. Jax?

Yes. This is Mrs. Jax.

Mrs. Jax, this is Warden Stevens.

I've been calling and calling.
Your line's been constantly busy.

The fact is, I decided on my own authority,

even if the governor suspends me,
to delay your husband's execution,

pending investigation of this new evidence.

Hello, Mrs. Jax?

Leon's right here.
I'll let him speak to you.

Darling, it's me.

Oh, Leon. Leon.

My darling.

I'm alive.

I'm alive!

I'm alive.

Yes, you are.

So what does that mean?

I mean, in terms of my future.

The future of my present life.

Let me see your palm.

Nice long lifeline.

You'll live another 40 years.

Maybe more.

Wait a minute.

You could have told me that 450 bucks ago.

Hey, it's the business.

I'm alive, everybody!

Hey, Mary, how you doing?

Come here. I'm gonna get ya.

Hey, Carter. You can't have my office.

-You wanna know why? -What?

-Huh? I'm alive. -Ooh!

Toby!

Toby!

I'm alive!

Holy shit!