All language subtitles for Talking to heaven eng

Dad? I'm on my way.
I'm on 25th and Tower, Pop.

James, it's not your dad.
It's Frank.

I'm sorry to call so late, but
I was just going over the books...

...and this really couldn't wait.
- Frank, I can't talk right now.

- The inventory's way too big...
- I can't talk now!

I'm sorry, I'm...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ready?

Alright, honey.
It�s alright.

- You're going to be alright.
- Dad? What happened?

I don't know.
I got home from work...

found her on the floor.

I'm sorry, you'll
have to wait out here.

You want to sit down, dad?

She was fine this morning...

planned on making...

a big dinner
for you this weekend.

Please, God. Make her better.

Please, God. Make her better.

Please, God. Make her better.

Please, God. Make her better.

Please, God. Make her better.

Please, God. Make her better.

Please, God. Make her better.

Please, God. Make her better.

And God bless dad and
President Kennedy...

and the Pope, and Connie,
and Frank, and...

No! Please,
don't let this happen!

- Dad!
- You okay?

Not again.

It�s nothing.
Just the wind.

Dad?

Did you ever see things?
When you were little?

Of course not.

Now go to sleep.

Dad?

They said we can
go see her now.

Dad. This way.

Of course.

You listen to the nuns, okay?
They're good women.

And your dad made a big sacrifice
for you to come here.

I'll see you
after school, okay?

- I'll miss you.
- It'll be fine. You'll be fine.

Just remember,
I'm always with you, honey.

Hurry up, young man.

- What were you looking at?
- Nothing.

Liar.

- You were looking at me.
- I was looking at the girl.

- What girl?
- The one beside you.

She says she's your sister.

What?

Take it back!

Take it back!

Take it back!

Stop that!

Billy, what were you thinking?
What�s going on with you?

He was making fun of Billy's sister,
who died in an accident last winter.

Billy saw it happen and
he's very sensitive about it.

I wasn't making fun of her, Sister.
She wanted me to tell Billy...

She what?

He blames himself.
For the accident, because...

- That 's enough, sweetie.
- No, let him finish.

She wants to forgive him.
Forgiveness...

Do you know what happens
to Jesus when little boys lie?

His wounds begin to open,
and he suffers greatly.

- Isn't that right, Mrs. Van Praagh?
- Yes, sister.

Sometimes, people don't understand
when you say that you see things.

Because they don't see it,
they think you're making it up too.

They want to send you to doctors.
And I don't want to see that happen.

I want a happy boy.

I want you to be happy.

Promise me that you won't
tell people what you see.

And that you'll pray
to Jesus to take it away.

I promise.

A lie is a terrible thing...

and you must tell it in confession
if you want to be forgiven.

Why?

- Because that 's what God wants.
- Why it has to be in confession?

Because that 's where God forgives
people. What 's your name?

James. Why can't he
forgive people in other places?

Because confession happens in
church, and that 's where God lives.

- Listen, James...
- I thought God lived everywhere.

God doesn't like boys
who ask too many questions.

She's suffered
a very serious stroke.

It'll be at least 24 hours before
we can determine the damage.

- She'll be okay.
- We've got her stabilized.

I'll look at the MRI in the morning,
and that 'd give us a better idea.

Hi, Mom.

We're here. You're going
to be just fine, don't worry.

Eddie.

No, Mom. It 's me and Dad.

Eddie.

Who's Eddie?

Now there's no fish here
because there's not enough water.

Hurry up
Stay in line.

But if you look closely,
you'll see lots of other things...

like snakes
and toads and bugs...

and beautiful flowers too.

Sometimes you can find beautiful
things in God's darkest places.

Just as you can find the Devil's
things in God's best and brightest.

Now see if you can find me
something beautiful. Go on!

Not so far! Stay close!

How are you doing?
Want to see something neat?

- It 's a turtle.
- Where's you find him?

On top of this log.

You think he has brothers and
sisters? I want one for my teacher.

Sure. What 's your name?

- James.
- I'm Eddie.

- Why aren't you in school?
- I skipped.

- Really?
- Mom gets mad sometimes I just gotta.

Why?

Mom worries that
I don't have any friends.

But I'd rather be alone than
have kids who make fun of me.

- They make fun of me too.
- How come?

- Sometimes I see things.
- Like what?

My dad says I shouldn't
talk about it, but...

I don't know why they come to
see me. I pray every day that...

- James? Come over here!
- Gotta go.

You can meet me again
sometime, if you want.

- Sure. Where?
- Here. After school some time.

What were you doing over there?
I told you not to go far.

I was talking
to the kid over there.

- What kid?
- Eddie.

Who's Eddie?

I don't know, Dad.

Mom?

Please God,
I want to be good.

I want to stop seeing things.
Please make them go away.

Go away!
Go away!

Go away! Leave me alone!
Go away!

Go away!
Get away from me!

Get away!

Eddie never came back?

After that night, no.

Why do you think you're
remembering all this now?

I don't know.

- How's she doing?
- Mom? Okay.

- Not great, but okay.
- Did she ever see things?

- Not that she spoke of.
- And how are you feeling?

Tired.
But essentially fine.

My ex-wife called yesterday,
asking about Mom.

- And how did that make you feel?
- Oh, fabulous.

- She just had another baby.
- You still miss her?

I'm happy she's happy.

Now, how's our little
dating project coming along?

I haven't had time.
I've just been busy at work.

We're having some problems.

What kind of problems? You've never
mentioned problems at work before.

We just have to downsize a little,
that 's all. It 's nothing serious.

You do that, it 's the death dance
before shutting the door.

- A website's gonna make a difference?
- It 's a marketing tool, James.

You need every trick you have.
Your competitors are multinationals.

- They'll be always undercutting you.
- The web's a mess now, isn't it?

Not as bad as the economy.
Look, construction's down...

and so is your profit margin. You've
got to stop thinking Mom and Pop.

Just talk to her, that 's all.
She's the best around.

She works for three months,
sets up the site, then moves on.

You hired me to get you
out of this mess, didn't you?

Then listen to me.

- Hi, I'm James.
- Midge Harmon. Nice to meet you.

Me too.
We can go into my office.

Right in here.

- Can I get you some coffee?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.

Frank said you're more than fine,
and I'm lucky you're available.

You are. How much do you
know about the Internet?

Not very much.
I'm kind of a semi-Luddite.

Okay. Well,
here's a list of my sites.

- You might want to check them out.
- I think I can manage that.

Is your mother not well?

- What?
- I'm sorry.

The older I get the more
I tend to just blurt things out.

My... oh, boy. My psychic told me...

that I would meet a guy
named James whose mother was sick.

And so I was just
kind of checking it out.

- Actually, my mother's fine.
- Good. I'm glad to hear that.

So, I guess I should
check out these sites.

And I can do that tonight, and then
I'll get back to you tomorrow.

Terrific.

Excuse me?

- Is this 133O Willowbrook?
- Yes, yes it is.

I'm looking for
my granddaughter.

Well, you got the right address,
but I'm not your granddaughter.

So I see.

Maybe it 's one of the other homes,
maybe one of the digits is off.

I was supposed to give her
this footstool cover.

Brought it all the
way from Idaho.

Well, I'm sorry.

I could make a phone call for you.
Idaho's a long way away.

Oh, I'm not from Idaho now.

Hey, listen...

if you see her, you tell her Grandma
Helen's keeping an eye out for her.

James.

Good to see you again.

Congratulations.
You're hired.

Oh, great. That 's great!
Thank you.

- Yes. Your work was very impressive.
- Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Actually I have some stuff to show
you. I was working late last night.

Oh, this?
You were working on this?

You were that confident
you were gonna be hired?

Well, he told me I would.

- Who?
- My psychic.

I'm just kidding.

- But have you ever been to one?
- No.

You should go with me sometime.
This guy's really amazing.

Actually I've had my fill
of the supernatural, thanks.

- How you two doing?
- Great.

- This is a very nice place you have.
- Thanks.

Any dessert? Hot fudge sundae,
specialty of the house.

No, I'll just
stick with the coffee.

I'll have a hot fudge sundae.
I've a reason to celebrate!

- Hot fudge for breakfast?
- Hey, why not?

So what do you mean you've had
your fill of the supernatural?

Oh, I'd just rather live
in the real world, that 's all.

- You have stuff you want to show me?
- Sure.

Now this would be
your home page.

I hope it fits.

This is for me?

You give one of these
to all your new bosses?

Only the skeptics.

- You want to do this right now?
- Yeah, why not?

Don't worry,
it won't bite.

- What am I supposed to ask it?
- First thing that comes to you.

- Who's the President of the USA?
- It 's not a quiz.

Alright.

What am I gonna be
when I grow up?

I don't think it likes your
attitude. Just start simple.

Simple.

Simple, alright.

You know something?
I don't know what to ask it.

I don't think it likes me.
I think it thinks I'm boring.

You are not. Okay, put your
hands on there right now.

Do you have anything to say
to Mr. Van Praagh or what?

I told you.

Thank you, that was
a very sweet gift.

Alright, back to work again.

James.

How you doing?

- James.
- I'm here, Mom.

So afraid.

Mom, you don't have
to be afraid. You'll be just fine.

No.

Mom!

- So wrong.
- What? What 's wrong?

- Me.
- That 's not true.

- Lying. Too much.
- What do you mean?

All of it.

- Grandma?
- Don't be afraid. Get your mother.

But...

I know, I'm dead.
Now hurry up.

What...
You...

How can you...?

But Grandma, I...

Go back and get your mother.
I don't have all night.

You haven't changed
a bit, have you?

You're so damn slow.

I bet I could still beat you
at Duoble Solitaire...

with both hands
tied behind my back.

Mother?

Go back to bed, Mom!

Regina, come on now.
I have this...

fabulous
strawberry strudel.

Your favorite.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

I've used fresh berries...

brown sugar.

Go away!

- Regina!
- Mom? Mom, no!

Mom!

I dreamt that she died
and lwoke up crying.

I used to have that dream...

when I was six or seven.

Grandmother would come
to take her away...

and I'd wake up.
And Mom would hear me sobbing...

she'd come into the room, and I'd
tell her I didn't want to lose her.

I won't ever leave you, Jamie.
Never.

But now that time's come.
I thought I was prepared.

I guess we all do, really.

But when you think about how
you're never going to see...

you're never going
to see her anymore.

And that dream you were so afraid of
when you were a kid is finally true.

I only wish that I had...

What? What is it?

Nothing.

I have to go.

Oh, no.

I have some preliminaries on the
site I'd like you to take a look at.

Good, I'll do that at lunch.

How are you doing?

You know how it is.

By the way. I was wondering,
are you busy Saturday?

I feel like an idiot.

So did I the first time.

The spirits are
very present tonight.

The room is...

filled with them.

Sir...

There are people
all around you.

This is my friend, James.

Oh. Thanks, Midge.

James, they're very
happy to see you here.

They used to talk to you
a lot, didn't they?

And they want to do it again.

I have enough trouble
talking to the living.

I don't know why I would
want to talk to the dead.

That 's alright, Midge. Even the
dead have a sense of humor.

You dreamt about
your grandmother...

a few weeks ago.

Strawberries. Brown sugar.
She says...

that she wanted her daughter,
your mother, to follow her.

But you thought she
was talking to you.

- She's telling you this now?
- She's standing right behind you.

What 's her maiden name?
Ask her that.

She wants to help your mother very
much, because your mother...

is very afraid,
very confused.

Does this make
any sense to you?

No, not at all. Could you move
on to somebody else, please?

She wants you to know that your
mother misses you very much.

I don't mean to be impolite, but I'm
going through a really hard time.

- I'm only telling you what...
- What my friend told you to tell me.

I know you both mean well, I really
do. But I'm just not the right...

That 's alright.

Listen...

...I'm sorry.
- It 's okay.

I'd like to apologize.

- Saturday I was overly emotional.
- It 's okay.

I've been emotional
about a lot of things lately.

It 's completely
understandable.

But that doesn't give me
the right to be unpleasant.

You do needlepoint, huh?

My secret vice.
My grandmother taught me.

Your grandmother?

- She wouldn't be from Idaho?
- How did you know that?

Is her name Helen?

She's dead, isn't she?

Help who?

What boy?

What are you doing here?

Look, I was told
you need help.

How can I help you?

Alright, fine.
Suit yourself.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Look...

I don't know who sent you...

or where you came from, but
could you just please go away?

Talk to me.
Say something.

What 's your name?

- What 's that?
- What happening there?

Alright everybody,
go on home.

I'll call you as soon
as I figure this out.

Don't worry. You'll be back to
work in the morning. I promise.

I'm sorry, James.
I tried to warn you.

- I tried to do everything I could.
- I know that.

You'll get paid, I promise you.
You'll all get paid!

I'm not worried about that.
I'm worried about you.

I mean, first this thing with
your mother, and now this?

I appreciate your concern,
I really do. I just need to...

Stop!

What?

- You've got to stop smoking.
- Oh yeah, I know, I've tried...

No. Listen to me!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll take these boxes
over to St. Jude's.

I think she'd
appreciate that.

But if there's anything here
you want to keep...

- She must have had two.
- What?

I thought we
buried her with this.

Dad? Did Mom
ever see anything?

Or have any experiences
that weren't exactly real?

- What do you mean?
- It 's just when I was growing up...

she was on medications.
I never knew why.

She was nervous sometimes.
It helped her sleep.

Did she have
hallucinations?

Look, she had a hard life.

She fought her demons
as best she could and...

now she's at peace.

Jamie.

- What is it?
- Some kid's breaking into my car.

Oh, for...

Dammit!

- Excuse me.
- Can I help you?

- I'd like to report a theft.
- Fill out a form.

That 's good.

Ma'am, did you drop this?

Oh my God!

- That 's Eli's!
- What?

It 's your father's.

- Where did you find this?
- Right there.

What did I tell you?
These police, they drop things!

- They don't care.
- Calm down, Mom.

We come to pick up the valuables
and they're lying on the floor.

- My husband died 2 days ago...
- Please, Mom.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry,
I get carried away.

Excuse me, sorry,
but can I ask you something?

Does your husband have
a green raincoat and...

a brown herringbone hat?

Yes, he did.
Did you know him?

I don't know how to say this
without sounding crazy.

I think your husband
wants to talk to you.

Look...

I seem to have
this weird ability...

...to see things and hear things.
- That 's enough. Don't go further.

What did he say?

No, maybe your son's right.

- No. Tell me what he said.
- Mom!

He said that when you
were dusting this morning...

...and the wedding picture fell...
- That 's enough!

- David!
- Officer?

- David, it 's alright.
- What 's the problem?

- This man is harassing us.
- That 's not true. I was just...

- Come with me.
- I wasn't doing anything.

- Did you hear me?
- I'm just trying to fill out a form.

Get out of here!
You're harassing a little old lady.

How about you fill out the
form for me then, you jackass.

I'm sorry to bother you.

- I'm...
- Yes, of course.

Please.

Thank you.

- Why don't you come in?
- Thank you.

- You're moving?
- Yes, I've had a bit of bad luck.

I'm sorry.

What you said today...

how did you know?

I don't know.
I heard him. Sort of.

That photo fell off the
dresser when I was dusting.

I was nowhere near it.

Yes, he pushed that off.

Why?

- To say hello.
- He told you that?

Spirits can do that?

I guess so.

What else did he say?

He said that he was sorry that he
didn't come back with your medicine.

He loves you very much.

But why couldn't
he have stayed?

Why did he
have to go now?

- It wasn't his choice.
- What do you mean?

Somebody killed him.

Did he go to the drug store?

Yes.
To get some medicine.

Heart medicine.
Little pills. And mine too.

And on the way home
he took a shortcut...

down a side street.

He was always
in such a hurry.

And someone stopped him.

Somebody, a man,
came up to him and wanted...

he wanted the time.

Hey buddy,
you got the time?

The police know this man,
he's an informer for them.

- Ronnie. His name is Ronnie.
- Is this the man that killed him?

He owes a lot of money and...

- Did Eli have a watch?
- Yes, yes.

The children gave it to him. It
wasn't among the valuables returned.

He loved that watch.

And it made him
angry, and scared.

My heart!
Help me!

The pills!

My pills!

God!

Mister?

Are you alright?

Yes.

It 's your anniversary...

...Tuesday, is that right?
- Yes.

Yes, it is.

A rock? A small rock?
A bus depot?

Little Rock. We were married in
City Hall and the judge was late.

So we missed our bus
to our honeymoon.

The number 223...
223?

223.

Oh, my gosh!

Eli, you're not telling him about
that hotel room, are you?

And peaches.
I'm smelling peaches.

Peach preserve?

Eli... That 's enough!
You stop that right now!

Mr. Van Praagh?

This is Detective Condrin.

I want you to tell her
what you told me.

Well, this is a first. I've
never met a psychic before.

Well, you still haven't.

Do you mind?
This is kind of heavy.

I knew some cops in Portland
who've worked with some of them.

They were a pretty
weird bunch.

The cops or the psychics?

Both.

Would you excuse us
for a moment, ma'am?

Sure.

You don't believe
this stuff, do you?

- No.
- Good.

Hey, Ronnie. This is my new
partner, Detective Campbell.

How you doing?

- What do you want?
- I want to ask you a few questions.

- Can we come in?
- What about?

About a Mister Ziff who died
last week off Chestnut Street.

Yeah, I don't know
anything about that.

It is a nice car
you've got there.

What year is that?

- A '73?
- '74, actually.

Yean, my dad had a...

'67 MGB, It ran like a dream.
Until he totalled it.

- That 's too bad.
- Yeah, really.

See that fender?

It looks original, don't it?

What if I told you
I made that myself?

- No way.
- Yes. Come in, check it out.

Nice, huh?

My old man's got a machine
shop across town...

he lets me use some of the blow
torches once in a while at night.

Does the transmission give you
any trouble? It gave my dad hell.

No, no.

I mean, I check it out
every six months or so.

- What are you doing over there?
- Just walking.

Why don't you
just walk outside?

Fine.

You two. I got
nothing to say to you.

A yellow faced watch
in a cigar box.

Is this yours?

- Hey Allan. See this?
- What?

Isn't that about your boy?

I changed my mind.

That was the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.

Dad, will you just listen
to me for a second?

Are you still
seeing that shrink?

No. Not at the moment.

Why not?

Well, can we talk
about this later?

As a matter of fact,
hold on a second, please.

Oh, hi.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

Sorry to interrupt.

Why don't you come over
for dinner tomorrow night?

- At least tell me what possessed...
- Tomorrow, Pop.

Can I get you something?

- Soda or beer?
- Beer sounds good.

Great.

I was just on my way home from
work and I wanted to stop in...

and say thank you
for the tip.

Tell my father that,
he's completely freaking out.

I shouldn't blame him.
I'm freaking out too.

- Why are you still fighting this?
- Wouldn't you?

Are you kidding?
I'd go on Oprah...

I would try to solve the
world's greatest mysteries.

I'd at least try to find out
where my first boyfriend was...

so I could hunt him
down and shoot him.

Aren't you curious
about things?

who Jack the Ripper was...

or who killed JFK?

- I don't think it works that way.
- Too bad.

Listen, I need to warn you. You
may be called in to testify...

at the pre-trial hearing.
Ronnie's giving us a hard time.

We don't usually like
to use sources like yourself...

Do you know
someone named Amy?

- My sister.
- She says that...

you shouldn't blame yourself
for not being in the car.

I'm sorry, but she's very
insistent that I tell you this.

And your father is here.

He says...

he wants you to forgive him.

I don't really
want to hear this.

I don't mean
to hurt you. I'm...

Tell him something
for me, okay?

Tell him there are some things
that can never be forgiven.

Thanks for the beer.

Ma'am?

I can't help you with that.
I just need to...

I just need to figure out...
Damn!

I'm sorry.
Can you hold one second, please?

Yes, Booktown.

Actually I don't know.

If you could just
give me a second...

I'll find that out.

I'm having trouble...

Sir...

What do you want from me?

I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.

I want to apologize
for the other night.

- Seriously. I shouldn't...
- Don't worry about it.

- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
- It 's fine.

I also want to
ask you a favor.

I'd like some information
on somebody. A boy...

about 14 years old.

He may well be dead, but...

but I thought maybe I could describe
him to a sketch artist, maybe...

A sketch won't do any good.
Not unless the kid's local.

- Where'd he die?
- I don't know.

- Do you know when?
- No.

Alright, you want to help me?
Tell me his name.

Dennis Branston.

I'd have...

Sorry. I'm new at this.

Used to work in sales.

I'm sorry.

Any luck?

You tell me.

It 's him.

Are you Walter Branston?

- Yeah.
- Dennis' grandfather?

- You seen him?
- Yes, I think I have.

Where?

May I come in?

Thank you.

I have a friend
at the police department.

Occasionally I go through
their missing person cases.

And Dennis looked familiar.

How'd you recognize him?

It 's been seven years.
He's a grown man by now.

He still looks
pretty much the same.

I hope he lost
his orneriness.

I told him once...

he should be more grateful
to an old man who didn't...

want to take him
in the first place.

The next day...
he'd gone.

Me and my big mouth.

I'd really like
to see him again.

If he'd be willing.

I gave away
most of his stuff.

Even if he did come back he
would have outgrown it by now.

But there's a few things that
are still his if he wants them.

Is he in jail?

- No.
- That 's good.

I knew he'd be okay.

Report card.
Not much to brag about...

but he always did work hard.

He used to have a picture of his
mother. He took it with him.

She died a year
before he left.

Anyway, excuse me.
I can't stay in here long.

You take your time.

My God!

Something wrong?

No, no.

God!

Please!

What?

What do you want me to do?

Turn? You want me
to turn down there?

Turtleback Preserve.

You got a weird way
of talking, Dennis.

Stay in line!

But if you look closely,
you'll see lots of other things...

Six at least. I think.

Boys, I think.

It 's pretty isolated.
Nobody ever goes out there.

How'd you find it?

Dennis led me.

Maybe I'm wrong.
I hope I'm wrong.

I think I'm wrong.

Maybe you could
go out there with me.

And do what?

- We could dig.
- We can't dig. We need a permit.

- How do we get a permit?
- We get evidence.

How do we get evidence?

It 's over here I think.

Okay, so...

What 's wrong?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Dig here.

That 's it, you know.

Enough.
This is a waste of time.

- How crazy is this?
- This is pretty crazy.

Actually,
it 's a relief, you know.

I'm glad I didn't find anything.
I wasn't looking forward to...

Wait a minute.

What?

The forensic team she sent for
found bones beneath the shirt.

They're getting a court order
to dig up the whole area.

- That 's horrible.
- It 's worse than that.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to scare
you, it 's just I don't have...

anyone else to talk to. And
sometimes it 's hard to keep this...

stuff inside.

What is it like?

- What 's what like?
- Being dead.

- What do they feel?
- I don't know.

What do you feel,
when you see them?

Each one feels different.

The boys, they felt...

frightened and cold.

That bad, huh?

No, no. Eli, that I helped,
he was warm and happy.

What about dying?
Do they talk about that?

They don't actually talk.

But I suppose it 's
a lot like being born.

You know, you fight like hell
to be in one place...

and you're being pulled into...

someplace else.

I wonder if there's someone
to help, on the other end.

I don't know. Maybe.

I never asked.

What 's going on?

What?

You were right.

We've found three bodies so far.
Maybe a fourth.

The boy you were looking for,
Dennis Branston...

was the first one buried,
about seven years ago.

Forensics is having a hard time
trying to identify the others.

They do know a few things,
mostly from the one we found...

which is the most recent.

One: Their hands were
bound with ordinary rope.

Two: There's no evidence
of wounds, blows...

bleeding, gunshot wounds, sexual
assault, anything like that. And...

three: They were all twisted
in very odd positions...

...when they were buried.
- Oh, my God.

Whoever did this knocked
them out, tied them up...

and buried them alive.

What?

I don't understand.

I did what you asked me, I called
the police. I don't know what to do.

What do you want?

I can't...
I can't find...

- Hey, what the hell, buddy?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Hey.

Hi. Thanks.

I sure appreciate it.

James, what are you doing?

They're circle.
They were buried in a circle.

We know that.

What 's wrong with you?

Dig here.

We already have.

Dig deeper.

No!

Oh, no!

What 's wrong?
Are you alright?

I'm fine.
Just give me a minute.

Katz. Eddie Katz.

Thank you, Eddie.

He was shot in May of '63.

The killer,
I guess, felt guilty...

so he brought offerings.

For 3O years he brought flowers.
Seven years ago something happened.

Instead of flowers,
he brought boys.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. It 's the last thing I
should be talking about here.

Oh, no. It 's fine. I like when you
tell me stuff. It helps me keep...

my mind off my own little adventure.
Here she comes. I have to go.

I keep telling her I want stuff
to make my hair grow back...

but she says I've got to go
someplace else for that.

Eddie Katz was
her only son.

She was fifteen when she got
pregnant, but she didn't give up.

Her husband left her.

After Eddie disappeared
she had a breakdown...

was hospitalized, then
got herself together...

and even started her own business.
You may have heard of it.

I got home that day and Eddie
wasn't home from school.

I didn't think much of it.

Some days he wouldn't go
to school at all. The kids...

made fun of him.

When he wasn't home by seven,
I started getting worried.

- Where'd he go when he skipped?
- Off by himself. He was a Ioner.

I called the police, and they
couldn't do anything for 48 hours.

And of course, by then...

It was my fault.
I should have...

have been tougher.
I was always taught to respect them.

I'm sure it was
too late, Molly.

Even before you've
made your first call.

I wanted to
show you something.

Whoever did these killings
knew where Eddie was buried.

He covered the grave with crockery
and surrounded it with six victims.

If we find who killed Eddie,
we find who killed the others.

There's some thing
that bothers me.

Eddie is right here
in the middle, right?

It 's not a perfect circle.

Number Six is buried
a little farther back.

- He's starting a second circle.
- I think we've got something here.

Molly, if there's
anything we can do...

just let us know, okay?

Thanks.

For so long I thought he'd
show up at the house...

the bell would ring,
I'd open the door...

and there'd be Eddie.
Older, sure but...

Looking just fine.

I knew he was alive.
I even had proof.

Proof?

I reported it to the police,
so I figured you knew.

Reported what?

Two years after it happened,
he started sending me flowers.

On Christmas, and Mother's Day.
Every year, for over thirty years.

- Who did?
- Eddie.

I was still in and out of the
hospital when I got the first bunch.

I had some problems,
you know.

May I?

The detective said he'd check it out
and get back to me but he never did.

I figured he thought if Eddie
was sending me flowers...

...then he was no longer missing.
- But it wasn't Eddie.

I could hope, couldn't I?

It was his killer who
sent them, wasn't it?

Yes.

Later, Dash.

Hello. May I help you?

Yes, I'm Detective
Karen Condrin.

- How are you doing?
- I'm fine.

We're trying to trace the source
of some flower deliveries...

this store made over
a period of 3O years to...

a Mrs. Molly Katz
at 222O Vanguard Avenue.

Let me check my file.

Oh, here it is.
I remember this.

He always
phoned the order in.

Twice a year, on Christmas
and Mother's Day.

And then would send
cash in the mail.

- What did he sound like?
- I don't know.

Male, middle-aged...

Oh, wait a minute.

There was something.

Nope. Sorry. I've lost it.
Old timer's disease.

- Hey, Linda.
- Hi, did you forget something?

No, but you did.
You forgot to put a stamp on this.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
I'm just falling to pieces.

Excuse me, Detective.

You know, the letter that I was
trying to send was to the IRS.

It 's like talking to a wall,
they just don't want to listen.

- I'm not following you.
- It reminded me, that 's all.

- Of what?
- Of the man who sent the flowers.

- I remember who he was.
- You said you had never seen him.

Now the last time I did.

He came in person, just like it didn't
matter anymore.

After all those years
of trying to stay anonymous.

But I recognized him
from the billboards.

What billboards?

It was all over town.

Oh, he was the Tax Man, you know.
He did people's taxes.

I'm so glad I caught you.
Good luck.

Yeah, sure, I remember him.
From when I was a kid.

He played Santa every year. He gave
money to my Boy Scout troop.

Had us over every year for
a barbecue. He was a great guy.

- He still here?
- Yeah, I'd say so.

Impressive place up on Chestnut
Hill. Big monument in the cemetery.

He's been dead for
like 8 or 9 years.

After school he went to the Y.
He loved to swim.

He always caught the bus, but the
driver said he didn't see him.

I don't mean to alarm you, Sandy,
but other boys have disappeared...

and we need to know if Andy has
anything in common with them.

Eddie Katz...

Dennis Branston,
Michael O'Donnell...

There are others.

- They aren't any of Andy's friends?
- No, they wouldn't be.

But if I give you these reports,
could you go through them...

and see if these boys share any
characteristics with your brother?

Whatever you want.

I'm...

getting a communication from
a woman whose son is here.

Rachel.
Anyone know a Rachel?

A mother whose
name is Rachel?

She says her son's name is Ben.
Is there a Ben here?

Are you Ben?

Yes, but my
mother's name is Ava.

And she's alive.

Rachel's saying, she's telling
me that she died in childbirth.

Does that make
any sense to you, Ben?

My mother had
a sister named Rachel...

but she died
of appendicitis.

I guess I made a mistake.
That happens. I'm new to this.

That 's quite all right.

Sir, welcome.
Glad you could come.

I don't want to talk about me right
now. What 's happening with you?

I made a fool of myself
in front of my father.

I spend half my life praying
for this ability to go away...

and it finally does
just when I don't want it to.

- It 's going away?
- I don't know. Maybe.

Why? Does that bother you?

Nothing bothers me anymore.

Except when popcorn gets stuck
in my teeth and I can't get it out.

I hate that.

And the pain.
That bothers me some.

And losing my looks
and my hope and...

Which is why
I'm giving up chemo.

- What?
- I'm dying, James.

There's no going around it.
I want to go out with grace...

and hair.

There's a girl, isn't there?
A little girl?

Not a little girl?
A baby.

She died at birth.

About five years ago?

She'd be five now, yeah.

She is five, Midge.

Is she the reason
why you want to die?

But she'd be five and happy
whether you die or not.

It 's too late, James.

No. You can fight this.
You can beat this disease.

James, it 's way too late.

No, it isn't. It isn't!

You can't just quit.
You've got to fight this.

Please.

I don't want to die!

I just want to go
home to my sister.

I should change the name Petrocelli
and sons. I'm the only one left.

My brother Lester
had pancreatic cancer.

It was a shock to the whole family.
And our dad's been dead even longer.

You were hunters?

Les was, not me. Although he
gave it up a good while back.

Why?

Got tired of the killing, I guess.
He never really talked about it.

Did your brother ever mention
a boy named Eddie Katz?

I don't think so.
Who is he?

A child who was killed
in the Turtleback Preserve...

about thirty eight
years ago.

Your brother
ever hunt there?

Nope. Never once.

These are beautiful.

- They'll probably outlive me.
- Oh, don't do that.

- How are you doing?
- No pain.

That 's something, isn't it?

- I dreamt about her last night.
- About who?

Kalisha. My little girl.

She said she can't wait.

- For what?
- For me.

- Is it hard to die?
- I don't know.

Do me a favor?
Ask?

Is it hard to die?

What 's hardest is
trying to hold on.

Believe me, I know.

I was so afraid
of so many things.

Afraid of facing some
kind of punishment...

for some rule I didn't
even know I broke.

Most of all I was
afraid that everything...

that I had believed
in as a child...

all my voices that I heard,
all the visions that I had seen...

I was afraid
they were true.

And that the spirits that I had
betrayed would hate me for that.

But they didn't.

They welcomed me back.

You go tell your friend...

that there will be plenty of
people to help her through.

She has nothing
to worry about.

Is it this way
for everyone?

Not everyone.

Do you see him?

- Yes.
- He comes here every Friday.

In 15 minutes he'll be called
to the phone. We follow him...

get him alone, and then you do
your stuff. You okay with that?

I'm going to the john.
Order me a Virgin Mary.

Excuse me.

Yes? Can I help you?

Yes. Your brother
wants me to talk to you.

Who are you?

He says that he's sorry that
he caused you so much trouble.

Look, I don't want to talk to you.
Do you hear me? I don't want to!

And that he always has
felt responsible because he...

was the more
experienced hunter.

Call the manager!
I want this man thrown out.

You should not blame
yourself, even though...

you pulled the trigger.

Why?
Why are you doing this?

Please, don't do this!

Leave me alone!
Please don't!

I'm sorry. I...

Are you alright?

Are you alright?

Oh, my God! Sorry!
Somebody help!

Please!
Please call an ambulance!

Please, somebody help us!
Is he alright?

Leave me alone.

Help us, please!

Go away!

I'm so sorry!
I'm so sorry.

Go away. Leave me alone! I'm through
with you, don't you understand?

Would you go away?
Just leave me alone!

I found the man
who killed you.

He's had a heart attack.
You'll have him soon enough.

Just go away!

Leave me alone!
Go away!

I can't live like this.

I mean, look at my life.
Dead people...

dying people. People who want
me to contact the spirit world.

They're just as crazy as me. Look at
me, I'm talking to my dead mother.

I'm this far from
a straitjacket, Mom.

I'm sorry,
but I want you to go.

I never thought
I'd say that...

Detective Condrin?

I'm Arnie Adamson, Mr. Petrocelli's
lawyer. Please come in.

Thank you.

We won't take up too much
of your time. Hello, Mr. Petrocelli.

- Detective.
- This is my partner, Det. Campbell.

We appreciate
you doing this.

- Okay. We're on.
- I would like to state for the record...

that my client 's cooperation
is strictly voluntary.

He's under no obligation to speak to
the police or answer any questions.

It 's okay, Arnie. I want
to get this off my chest.

That 's fine, Richard.
I'll read the statement.

Arnie Adamson, representing
Richard Petrocelli.

"In May of 1963, my brother
Lester and I were hunting...

in an area known as
Turtleback Preserve."

Wait, wait!

"Lester, hearing what
he thought was a deer...

took aim
and fired his gun..."

"...inadvertently killing a white
male, approximate age 14...

subsequently identified
as Edward Katz."

Rickie, look what you did!

I told you to wait!

"At my brother's insistence,
I helped Lester dig a grave...

six to eight feet deep...

and deposited
into that grave...

the body of Edward Katz.

I also promised my brother
to tell no one of this incident."

Did you tell your wife,
Mr. Petrocelli?

Your children
or any of your friends?

This is the first time I've talked
about it with anyone other than Les.

You spoke of it
with your brother?

Only at the end. And he did
all the talking, I just listened.

What did he say?

That he was sorry, and
wished he could change things.

Lie.

You tell them I did it.
You've suffered enough.

It 's too late, anyway.
It wouldn't have helped anybody.

- Tell them I did it.
- I'll miss you.

And he told me about
the flowers that he...

brought to the gravesite every year.
And the ones he sent to the mother.

Your brother spoke of this
to anyone else before his death?

No. He swore to me
he never told a soul.

He didn't even confess
till the end.

- Confess?
- To a priest.

He had confession
the week before he died.

So this priest would know
where you buried Eddie?

I suppose so...

but he can't tell anyone. The
sacredness of the confessional.

What 's the priest 's name?

- It wouldn't do you any good...
- I said what 's his name.

Hey Dad. I thought you'd like to
know I'm out of the ghost business.

The case I was working on
seems to be solved.

I just thought you'd be
pleased to know that.

Why don't you
give me a call.

- I'm off the case.
- I know, I got your message.

I'm not interested, Karen.

You might be interested in this.
You're Catholic, right?

I was. But what has that
have to do with this?

I need a Catholic, past or present,
to help me conduct an interview.

Someone who's familiar
with the case and...

I need to take a break.
I'm sorry, really.

You don't have to do any psychic
stuff, just come along for the ride.

I'm ridden out, really.

Look...

no more dead people,
all you've got to do is help me...

...phrase the right question.
- I'm sorry.

I found my father's pipe
in my purse the other night...

and as far as I know
it was in my desk drawer.

I don't think I put it in my bag. I
don't remember putting it in my bag.

I don't understand it
and I don't like it but...

that 's what happened.

I believe in you, James.
You've shown me things...

I never would have
thought possible.

Don't quit on me now.

My life is such
a mess when I do this.

This is the most
conservative parish in town.

If they had their way...

they'd still have
the Inquisition.

...and so it has been
for hundreds of years...

in cathedrals
just like this one...

all around the world.

But the responsibility
of an altar boy...

is one of sacred trust.
Like the disciples were to Christ...

so the altar boys
are to the priest.

That is why, in our parish...

we do not allow girls
to fill this position.

My God.

- What?
- Any questions?

I know him.

How can I be of service,
Officer Condrin?

Detective.

Detective.

I just have
a few questions, Father.

- Monsignor.
- Monsignor.

- This is James van Praagh.
- I've heard of you.

You taught me when
I was a child, actually.

I guess my teachings didn't stick.
You're no longer a Catholic.

Monsignor, may I present you
with a hypothetical case?

If a person came
to you to confess...

an unsolved crime.

A murder, say,
or an accidental death.

What would you
tell him to do?

Well, naturally, I would
recommend he go to the authorities.

but the least I'd have him do
is find a way to atone.

How?

That depends on the particulars
of the crime, doesn't it?

If a boy was shot
and buried in the woods...

without anyone's knowledge
and the man responsible...

for his death came to you.

We are no longer talking about a
hypothetical situation, are we?

Look, I...

respect the seriousness
of your vow.

But if the person has since died,
then couldn't you speak to me?

The confessional
vow is sacred.

It has never been broken
in the history of the Church.

- Never?
- No.

Six boys have died, Monsignor,
stuck in the ground...

with a kid named
Eddie Katz.

Eddie was shot
in a hunting accident...

by either Lester
or Richard Petrocelli.

And whoever killed the other six
knew where he was buried.

- What kid?
- Lester died 7 years ago...

so he's out of the picture.
Richard's still in the running...

as is anyone else who knew
where Eddie was buried.

So far,
that just leaves you.

In the last 7 years,
did you tell anyone...

what Lester told you?

How many times do I have
to spell it out for you, Detective?

I cannot and would
not talk about this...

not to you,
not to anyone.

Excuse me.

What is that sound?

We have rats
in the basement.

They've taken up residence
with the communion wafers.

Some day I hope
to be rid of them...

But in the meantime, I have
to sit and listen patiently...

to their heretical nonsense.

I saw an old teacher
of mine today.

Father Bender.
Excuse me, Monsignor now.

He taught me religion
back in grade school.

I never understood your
mother's fascination with them.

I'm sure a lot of them are wonderful
men. This one's complicated.

They're all complicated, you ask me.
Their heads are in the clouds.

I'm a meat-and-potatoes man.
Anything not of this earth...

I don't care to bite into.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. I'm just...

So, how did you and
mom resolve this issue?

Well, we didn't talk
about it, mostly.

Were married in church, of course.
She insisted on that.

The old priest said he'd be happy to
advise on any aspects of the union.

So I asked his views
on the missionary position.

He turned beet red.
Your mother was furious.

Finally...

he handed me a handbook on
the spirituality of intercourse...

which mostly
talked about flowers.

Yeah, I think Mom gave me
that book when I was thirteen.

- "Pistils and stamens."
- Yeah, that 's it.

Are you sure you're okay?

Excuse me a second.

Hi. This is
James van Praagh.

I'm calling to find out how Midge
Harmon, in 1O7, is doing?

No, I'll be right there.
Dad?

A friend of mine needs help.

- Is everything alright?
- No.

Have some of stew.
It 'd be a shame to go to waste.

What?

Let them through.

It 's just beginning, James.

Please, don't hurt me.

Don't! Don't hurt me!

That 's nice.

- Hello, James.
- Adrian.

It 's been a long time.

Midge tells me that you
were with her at the end.

- She's very grateful for that.
- So was I.

And she says that it 's exactly
as you described it, only better.

She has only one regret, that
she can't speak to you herself.

Well, I made my decision,
and my life is a lot calmer now.

I understand.
Well, I'll see you around.

Will you say hello
to her for me.

She hears you, James.
You don't need me for that.

Is anybody there?

Hold on, alright, hold on.
We'll get you out of there.

Hold on.

It 's like we're burying
those boys all over again.

How so?

The case isn't closed but it might
as well be. It 's out of the papers.

The department 's got plenty
of other things to worry about.

I don't know if we're ever
going to find this guy.

You said it was someone who
knew where Eddie was buried.

Right. That leaves us two choices,
Petrocelli and the priest.

There is another choice. I'm
surprised you haven't thought of it.

Who's that?

Who bought you
out here to begin with?

He claims that he saw
Eddie when he was a boy.

Maybe what he really saw
was two men burying Eddie.

He wouldn't play me like that.
He believes what he sees.

- I believe him too.
- I know you do.

But what if there's
another side to James?

A side that even
he isn't fully aware of.

Just a thought, that 's all.

Dad, are you alright?
Is everything okay?

Yeah, fine.
Everything's fine.

- I'm sorry about your friend.
- Thank you.

- You want to come in?
- No, I don't want to bother you.

I just want
to tell you that...

I'll do it.

Do what?

One of your things...

where I talk to your mother.
I'll give it a try

I'm sure it 's what
your mother would want.

Just like you.
Two peas in a pod.

- Dad...
- Don't worry.

I won't make
any smart remarks.

It 's just that I've stopped.
Remember, I told you that.

Yeah, okay. Fine.

I just wanted you
to know that I'm really...

Thank you.

Do you want some stew
or something? Come on in.

Nah, that 's okay.

I gotta get home.

I'll see you.

Hi, James. She's over there.

Thanks.

What 's up?

I just needed to go over some things
with you, if you have a moment.

Sure.

I smelled something that reminded
me of my Dad the other day.

Whiskey and tobacco.

It brought back
a lot of memories.

Sweet ones mixed in
with the not so good.

It helps to stand back and look
at someone again you've only...

Looked at through a certain pair
of glasses. Don't you think?

- On the house.
- Thanks, Molly.

How's things, Detective?

They've been better.

We covered up the Preserve. We
found your boy's killer, at least.

Those hunters didn't kill him.
What killed him was his Loneliness.

Thank you for trying.
Thank you both.

What bothers me, James,
is just as we were getting close...

to solving this thing
you pulled away.

I almost killed a man.

Who did something terrible
and then covered it up.

Yes, that 's true. But that doesn't
mean he killed the other boys.

What if it 's some other guy?

Like who?

I need you...

to talk to
those boys again.

One last time. See if they can
give us some kind of clue.

And I'd like to be there
when you do it.

You don't give up, do you?

No.

It 's dark.

Tight.

What...?

Dennis, please tell me
who is doing this to you?

Please. Please tell me who's
doing this to your friends?

Please tell me.
Please talk to me!

Your mother?

That doesn't make any sense,
your mother is dead.

What 's going on?
Please talk to me, Dennis.

What...?

Shovels?

What...?

Mom? What...?

What 's happening?

What 's going on?
What are you doing here?

I don't understand.

Why...?

I don't...

This is crazy.

This doesn't make any sense.

What do mothers
have to do with this?

Mothers?

- They all lost one.
- Who did?

Every one of those boys
lost their mother.

Just like you did, James.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- We have to go to the Preserve.
- Why is that, James?

The excavation's stopped. This is
the chance that he has to bury him.

It 's happening.
It 's happening now!

He's burying him right now.

One Alpha Five One,
I need backup.

I need cars as soon as possible
to the Turtleback Preserve.

Ten Four.

- Did you see his face?
- Whose?

- The killer's.
- No. But it 's gotta be Petrocelli.

Or the priest. They're the only two
who knew where Eddie was buried.

- We're missing something.
- Petrocelli's lying.

He shot Eddie,
not his brother.

This doesn't explain
why he killed the other boys.

Maybe the Monsignor did it. He took
me to Turtleback when I was a kid.

Turn the light off.

Leave me alone!

Turn on the light!

Please. No!

Nobody's here.

This hasn't been touched.

Well, maybe...

Whoa! It 's me.

- He's not here.
- Who?

- False alarm.
- No!

I tell you about it tomorrow.
Sorry guys.

Maybe...

They must've
been having a s�ance.

I'm sorry.
I was so sure I was right.

Stop!

Why are you doing this?

I am right.
That kid is dying...

and I don't know what to do.

Wait a minute.

Whoever's doing this is bringing
the boys to Eddie, right?

Oh, my God!

Of course he didn't
take him to the preserve.

He's bringing them to Eddie. Eddie's
not there. He's at the cemetery.

What are you doing?
Let 's go, we have to turn around!

What 's up, Karen? What 's the
matter with you? Turn around!

Who is that? Is that him?

- We have to get to the grave.
- Maybe the kid's with him.

No. He's in the ground.

Okay, get out.
I'll follow him.

Go, go!

What are you doing, Karen?

This is One Alpha Five One.

I need a car as soon as possible
to Chestnut Hill Cemetery.

Another corpse
on the loose, Karen?

I need a second car.

I'm in pursuit of
a '94 black Grand Prix.

- I don't think he's made me yet.
- I thought the dead drove compacts.

This is for real
you stupid son-of-a-bitch!

Oh God.

Wait!

They leave such
a mess, these boys.

They come to play with Eddie
and they never clean up.

Look at this.

Molly, how did you know where
Eddie was buried?

The man who
buried him told me.

His name was Lester,
and he was dying.

A priest told him
he had to make amends.

He came to apologize.

Every Mother's Day,
getting those flowers...

I thought Eddie was alive.

And then in one minute, that
man told me my son had been...

lying in a grave
for over thirty years.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't scream loud enough.
I couldn't...

crawl into the
ground beside him.

And it was
my fault he died.

Mom worries that
I don't have any friends.

Those boys, their mothers were
dead, I read it in the papers.

I wanted to give them
back to their mothers.

This used to have a picture of his
mother. He took it when he left.

I wanted to give Eddie
someone to play with.

I wanted to surround
him with friends.

It was all for him,
you know.

He was so Lonely.

Okay, Molly.

- Matt?
- Alright.

Okay, this is
what happens now...

Well, that 's over.
Thank God.

Do you think that I could
talk to her for just a minute?

I'll ask her lawyer.

Hello Molly.

He's here, you know? Eddie.

So are the others.

They've come to free him...

which is why
they wanted my help.

He's trapped, Molly.
You need to let him go.

It 's what you said, isn't it?
You didn't want him to be alone?

Well, he's
Lonelier now than ever.

He has to move on,
with his friends.

He's asking me to ask you.
Please...

let him go.

What happened in there?

- The boys.
- What?

I think that...

I think they came back
to free her...

not just Eddie.
But to forgive her.

Amazing.