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ARIEL:
Mommy!

Mommy!

( sighs )

Mommy!

Mommy!

Ariel?

Ariel, where are you?

Ariel, talk to Mommy.

Mommy!

Where are you?

Ariel?!

Joe?

Allison, Joe's not here.

( gasps )

Who are you? Where's Ariel?

You know me.

I'm the golem.

I'm the devil.

I'm a monster.

And your little girl?

She's in the trunk of my car.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've come back
to get the other ones...

( growling ):
No! No!

( panting )

I need you awake.

I can do awake.

J-Just give me
a couple of hours.

-Joe.
-Okay, okay, I'm awake.

I'm awake, mostly.

What's going on, bad dream?

Yeah. No.

Did you hear that?

GIRL:
Mommy!

It's Ariel!

I'll check on Marie.

She's okay.

GIRL:
Mommy!

DOLL:
Mommy!

Tell me, darling,
was there a doll in this dream?

Other than you, you mean?

Okay. And Saturday
Ariel has a soccer game, so...

we have to pick up snacks.

Again?

Okay, fine, just...

this time let's bring
something good.

No fruit, you know?

I felt like an idiot last time.

If you want to feed growing
girls grease and sugar,

then you could stop by the
market and pick it up yourself.

Fine.

( sighs )

Isn't this always the case?

I'm finally tired enough
to go back to sleep,

and the sun's coming up.

Wait a second.
Just wait a second.

What's the matter,
you miss something?

You could say that.

I'm a week late.

Late for what?

Oh, you're that kind of late?

Late late?

Yeah, Joe, a week late.

Late late.

You know what, when you stop
and think about it,

I think it's kind of neat.

Or at least it could be
if it actually happened.

-ARIEL: If what actually
happened? -Nothing.

Nothing. Neat?

Yeah. We've been
to this barbecue

a couple times before--
we know what to expect.

It's not like
you're in it alone.

I'll help.

Oh. You'll help--
oh, that's great.

I'll tell you what.

I'll gain the 60 pounds
this time,

but you can have
the hemorrhoids

and the swollen
ankles, 'cause that

would be really helpful--
that would be neat.

What are you guys talking about?

Nothing.
And while you're at it,

maybe you could take
three months off from work

so you could stay home
and breast-feed.

-Very funny.
-Mommy!

What?

Mommy said "breast."

All right,
I'm sorry I said anything.

Me, too.

So where does all this
giddy good cheer come from?

You suddenly like your cars

filled with sticky car seats?

You've grown accustomed
to waking up early

on Sunday mornings and not
having sex?

You're hooked on the
smell of ripe diapers

and you're worried
it's gonna end sometime soon?

Talk to me.

I don't have anything to say.

I was feeling good
about the possibility,

but you've made me see
the error of my ways

and I've changed my mind.

Liar. You think
I'm mean and selfish

and unromantic and...

Why do you ask me questions?

If you think you know
what I'm thinking,

why put me through
the trouble of answering?

Look, I want to have
a little boy, too.

Maybe not right
this second, but...

Is that what you think
this is about?

Did you finish
your math homework?

Most of it.

Most of it is not all of it.

You know you're
not gonna get better

if you don't work on the
problems you can't solve.

I know, I know.

Ariel didn't finish
her math homework.

Ariel...

ARIEL:
Don't be mad.

I just don't like it.

Don't like math?
But math is

the best!

-Nuh-uh.
-Uh-huh.

Daddy should know--
math is how he makes his living.

I thought you were
an aerospace engineer.

Oh, boy.

What is it you think an
aerospace engineer does, honey?

I don't know.

-( sighs )
-What?

Okay, you and me,

tonight, by the kitchen table.

What are you talking about?

Dad's gonna tutor you
in math.

-Oh, no, no, please, no.
No! No! -Yes, oh, yes.

-Everybody in the car.
-Oh, please, no?

Oh, great.

About earlier--
I am excited.

I'll get excited.

And I will stay home
and breast-feed. You'll see.

-Mmm. -You know, before anyone
gets too excited,

we should make sure it's really,
you know, happening.

What, you're not gonna pee
on a stick for me, too?

I'll pick up
a pregnancy test at lunch!

Bring it home.
I'm good at tests.

DEVALOS:
You made my job very easy.

Well, that's nice
of you to say.

Thank you again for
all your help, Mr. Swanstrom.

My pleasure.
I'm just glad I could help.

Hey, Allison.

Going down?

No. Thank you.

Okay. See you.

Bye.

Nice fella.

Excuse me, but
who was that man?

-What man? -That man, that man
in the elevator.

Oh. That man.

Allison, that man was
a true human oddity,

the kind of man you don't meet
every day in this city.

A throwback to another time,
when Phoenicians actually cared

for the well-being of others.

Allison, that man was
an honest-to-God

Good Samaritan.

And does this good Samaritan
have a name?

Yeah. Jared Swanstrom.

And what makes Mr. Swanstrom

-such a Good Samaritan?
-Last night,

that young man happened to look
out his apartment window

and notice that the apartment

across the way was
being burglarized.

He phoned the police,
gave them a complete description

of the burglar,
and this morning

he positively identified
the man in a lineup.

This afternoon, he's coming back

to give us his official
statement, and...

in the event of a trial,
he's already agreed to testify.

-So he's a witness?
-Yes.

Why, did you think
he was a criminal?

Why would I think that?

A hundred and eight.

Eighty-one.

Look at it this way--
you were half right.

You dreamt about the guy,
and there he was the next day.

ALLISON: I'm just saying
it's weird, that's all.

I mean, last night I dream
about this violent, scary guy,

and today there he is?

And he's all, "Howdy, ma'am,

can I hold that elevator
for you?"

Am I a terrible husband

if I interject here
that your dreams

are often subject
to interpretation?

-And that given the possible
state of your hormones... -66.

Let's leave my hormones
out of this.

My hormones are innocent
until proven impregnated.

So moved.

Seventy-seven.

Is that Ariel?

-Where are you?
-Home sweet home.

I finished that DOD project
ahead of schedule,

so I figured
I'd take the afternoon off

-and get a jump on tutoring.
-Oh, boy,

you're really campaigning
for father of the year, huh?

Just trying to be helpful.

Speaking of which, don't forget
to bring everything home

that we need to prepare
for your test.

Oh, yes,

my little pop quiz--
I haven't forgotten.

Very funny.
And you'll be happy to know

that Ariel does not have
a problem with math.

She's doing grade-level
stuff here,

she doesn't even have
to work anything out.

Clearly, she takes
after her dad.

-Oh, she snores?
-51.

Not so funny.

So, when you gonna take it?

-Take what?
-The test.

Oh, I think you're supposed
to take it in the morning.

It's more accurate or something.

-So we have to wait all night?
-What's your rush?

Thinking about painting
the nursery blue?

I'm actually at the drugstore
right now.

Tell Ariel to keep up

the good work,
and I'll see you later.

Oh, they're having a sale
on boys' disposable diapers.

You want me to pick up a pack?

Nah. I outgrew those
a while ago.

Love you.

You better.

( elevator bell dings )

I look across
at the other apartment, and...

-( knocking )
-Yes?

-Allison, what's up?
-ALLISON: I'm sorry,

I didn't realize you were
in the middle of an interview.

What can I help you with?

Well, I was, um...
done for the day,

so I wanted to know
if you needed anything,

'cause I thought I would...

I'm sorry.
You look so familiar.

Jared Swanstrom, this is

a colleague of mine,
Allison Dubois.

Allison, this is the
gentleman who witnessed

that robbery that
I told you about

-that's been so helpful.
-Oh, right, that's it,

the elevator this morning.

Of course. Thank you so much
for everything you're doing.

( chuckles ):
Everyone keeps saying that.

I guess I didn't realize
I had another choice.

Oh, you'd be amazed
how apathetic most people are.

Mm.

It's a pleasure to meet
somebody like you.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Allison?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

( retches )

Hey... you all right?

Thank you.

-Do you want someone to drive
you home? -No, I'm okay.

( sighs )

Have you seen your doctor?

No, not yet.

Is that what you think?
No, no, no.

It has nothing to do
with me-- it's him.

He shook my hand, and he...
he was saying something to me,

but I couldn't hear
what he was saying.

W-Wait a second. What?

You're saying that Swanstrom
made you feel ill?

It was like a...

a dull roar in my head,
and I could hear my...

blood pulsing through me,
and I saw things...

All right, come on,
let's sit down.

Women. Murder, torture.

There were so many
of them, and he...

I've never seen somebody
so in their element.

He's a killer.

Who's a killer, Allison?

He is. That man.

Your... Good Samaritan.

He's killed women;
he kills them, lots of them.

Allison, maybe
you should clarify

your own condition
before you speculate...

It has nothing to do
with my own condition.

-I'm just saying...
-I've been pregnant before.

I know what it is
to be pregnant.

I've been pregnant three times--
this is not pregnant.

All right. Whatever it is, we...

we need to get you home.

All right? Come on.

You will check on him, right?

If you go home
and promise to relax,

take a few days off,
then... yeah.

And you'll call me
as soon as you get something?

Allison, get some rest.

( crickets chirping )

JOE:
You don't look good.

Beautiful,
but not terribly good.

What's the matter?

I had a little... episode.

You have a tough day?

( sighs )

Sort of. I puked
in front of my boss.

Was that before or after
you asked for the raise?

( sighs )

Come on, let's get you to bed.

Oh.

I feel so guilty.

About what?

( sighs ):
You look

so miserable, and I'm...

...I'm excited.

It's not what you think.

Oh, baby, I think
it's time we had a chat

about the birds and the bees.

You're late, you're nauseous.

Face it. I think
we're talking table for six.

Relax Maitre d'.

It has nothing to do
with the birds and the bees.

I saw that man again.

The one from my dream.

The one I told you about.

The solid citizen
who saw the burglary?

I touched him,
I shook his hand.

That's what made me ill.

Allison, people get ill

because something disturbs
the body's chemical equilibrium,

not because they shook hands
with somebody

who's...

Evil? Joe, this man is evil

in the most unimaginable ways.

Because he looks so benign.

Because he looks so friendly,
so nice.

And not only that.

He has a kind of radar
for innocence.

He can spot it a mile away.

And once he's found it,

he becomes obsessed
with possessing it.

He seems so harmless...

so when he offers them a ride,
they almost always accept.

Then he drugs them,
and by the time they come to,

they're tied up somewhere,
helpless.

Then he rapes them,
bathes them.

Rapes them again,
drugs them some more.

And when he can no longer
convince himself

of their innocence,
he kills them...

takes their bodies,
puts them in their car,

drives them to the desert
and dumps them there

for the animals to feast on.

There have been lots of them.

Maybe six.

But there's this one woman
in particular I keep seeing.

She has red hair, blue eyes.

A beautiful girl.

She told him
her name was Sharona.

She was his first.

He didn't really want
to part with her.

He loved her in his own way,

but the smell was beginning
to become noticeable.

And even as he walked her body

towards its sandy,
dusty resting place,

he swore
he'd never do this again.

Never fall in love with someone
only to have to part with them.

But even
as he made the promise,

he knew he couldn't keep it.

JOE:
Honey?

Honey?

How was your day?

Would you do me a favor

and go get me one
of those tests?

What are you talking about?

Well, if I'm not pregnant,
I really want a drink.

I thought you said
mornings were more accurate.

I did say that, didn't I?

That was stupid of me.

Get some rest, Al.

( elevator bell dings )

ALLISON:
Morning.

Allison?

It's barely 8:20.

Nobody's even here
for another 40 minutes.

Well, I had to run the kids
to school, so I just thought...

I don't remember asking you
to come in this morning.

I mean, how are you?

You feeling better?

A little.

You didn't.

I actually came in
sort of on my own.

I was wondering about
Jared Swanstrom.

Jared Swanstrom?
Yeah, what about him?

Well, you promised me

you'd look into
his background.

Check him out.

I guess you haven't
had a chance yet.

Allison, it's not the habit

of the District
Attorney's office

to run criminal background
checks on citizens

who come forward
to report crimes.

Well, you told me
you'd check it out.

And you told me that
you'd get some rest.

I feel fine.

Well, you don't look fine.

And you're not acting fine.

You're acting a bit paranoid.

A bit obsessive.

Allison, please go home.

I'll call you when
and if there's a reason to.

But you will check, right?

You are going to run his name.

You did promise.

And there's a girl.

A victim, I think.

She has red hair.

Her name's Sharona.

She's a student, a local.

Arizona State, maybe.

( baby crying )

Could you just check
and see if maybe

there's a missing
persons report?

Something open? Please?

Thank you.

I'll wait for your call.

I have much good news to report.

I shall be the judge of that.

All persons under five feet
of height

are officially in bed.

I'm proud of you.

And reporting
from the math front,

I think if you take a look
at these equations

I did with Ariel
this evening,

it'll become
pretty damn obvious

that her only problem
with fourth grade math

is that it isn't
tenth grade math.

Excuse me?

She's bored, Al.
She's advanced.

Look at these.

I put together some
geometry problems.

Geometry?
Joe, you're giving her geometry?

She's nine years old.

And nine rhymes with Einstein.

Sort of.

I'm telling you,
she did a spectacular job.

She's performing
way above grade level.

Frankly,
she reminds me of me.

A nine-year-old girl
reminds you of you? Hmm.

You're taking a perfectly sweet
figure of speech

and you're turning it
into something...

I don't even want
to contemplate

what you must be thinking.

Why are you staring
at the phone?

It's almost 9:30.

Are you expecting a call?

The DA's office.

But it's not going to happen.

How do you know?

I went in to see him today.

I told him about my dreams.

Really?

After you took the test?

Allison...

Peeing in the morning
is kind of automatic, honey.

I just didn't think about it.

Right.

So you forgot
to use the test this morning.

Well, I suppose there's more pee
where that came from.

You can bet on it.

I guess I'll still sleep
with you tonight.

Thank you, kind sir.

Nothing?

Less than nothing. Naught.

He was never
suspected of murder,

but he does volunteer at
a homeless shelter once a month.

No arrests for assault,

but he does attend
church regularly.

No speeding tickets
or parking tickets,

and he is a mentor to a
fatherless boy in Tempe.

I was thinking of asking
the mayor

to give him the key
to the city,

but I was afraid his Honor
would be threatened

in the presence of someone
with so much moral fiber.

And you might find it
comforting to know

there have been no red-headed
women named Sharona

reported missing or murdered
in this state since 1983.

Okay.

Allison, this is good news.

Sometimes it's good to be wrong.

ARIEL:
Mommy?

ALLISON:
Yeah?

Look.

Daddy said
I got them all right.

Wow, this looks
complicated, sweetie.

I know, but it wasn't.

Daddy was really happy.

He's very proud of you.
He told me so.

Mommy?

Hmm?

Do you think Daddy sometimes
wishes I was a boy?

No.

Daddy loves you very much
just the way you are.

Okay. Just checking.

Mommy?

Hmm?

You won't let the bad man
hurt us, will you?

What bad man?

I think she's talking
about me.

( sighs )

( toilet flushing )

You take the test?

( sighs )

Damn.

I was thinking.

I got distracted.

Yeah. That thinking
will do that every time.

The bad Samaritan, I presume?

Stop giving him cute names.

I was thinking about
his guts, actually.

Small intestine?

Large intestine?

Not those kind of guts?

Think about it.

You've kidnapped,
tortured and killed

a handful of women

and raised absolutely
no suspicion.

I mean, if you're any kind of
self-respecting sociopath

who takes any kind
of pride in their work,

that must to be absolutely
intoxicating, right?

I was thinking the kids
aren't going to be up

for another 15 minutes
and I was going to ask you

if you want to have sex,
but, I don't know,

you started talking and the
urge just suddenly left me.

How do you up that rush?

How do you sustain
that thrill?

By walking into
the district attorney's office

and offering to help
him solve a crime.

That's pretty gutty.

-Or?
-Or?

Or there's no guts involved
because he didn't do it.

Because it never happened.

Because he's just
a good Samaritan.

Because there are
no dead co-eds.

Because this whole scenario
exists only...

Because I might be pregnant?

Or because you
don't want to deal

with the possibility.
I don't know.

All I know is,
it takes a lot less energy

to piss on a piece of plastic

than it does to ponder
the twisted courage

of a man you've met
for all of two minutes.

( door slams )

Swanson...

Swanstrom.

Jared Swanstrom.

Arrogant bastard's even
listed in the phone book.

This is dumb.

This is, like, the dumbest
thing I've ever done in my life.

Yes, hi.
This is Allison Dubois.

I work with
the district attorney's office.

Yes, this is an emergency.

I have reason to believe
I'm following

a car that's being used
to transport the dead body

of a murder victim.

Dubois. D-U-B-O-I-S.

No. No one's
being murdered right now,

but I believe the murderer
is in the process

of getting away
or at the very least

attempting
to destroy the evidence.

His license plate is 1-2-6...

F-I-O.

I don't know. I'm...

at the corner of Chaparral
and Miller, traveling north.

No. I already told you-- no one
is being murdered right now.

What do you mean, "Is he
breaking any other laws?"

I told you.

I believe there is
a dead body in his trunk.

Look, I can't drive
and talk at the same time.

He's getting away.

He's getting on the freeway.

What do you mean,

that's outside
your jurisdiction?

Oh, hell.

Yes. I'm talking about a crime
happening right now,

or an accident anyway.

We are at the Chaparral on-ramp.

Not on the freeway,
still in your jurisdiction.

Yes, ma'am.

No, I did it.
I hit him with my car.

-Now, hurry. Please.
-Are you okay?!

He's approaching my vehicle!

Did I, did I
stop short or something?

Hey, I-I know you.

You're the woman
from the D.A.'s.

Are you okay?

( siren )

Okay, they're here.
They're here.

Thank you.

Sir, move away
from the window.

Move away from
the window, okay?

Just back off.

You all right, ma'am?

We're fine. You're
fine, right? She's fine.

Great, I need
to see your license

and registration, please.

Okay, but I think we can
work this out ourselves. Um...

Sir, turn around and put
your hands on the hood.

I need you to spread
your feet, okay?

Excuse me?

I'm going to have an officer

pat you down.

You call 911, ma'am?

Yes, Officer.

Is this the man, uh...

driving the vehicle

you claim has a
body in the trunk?

What? What did you tell them?

Sir, we're gonna have
to look in the trunk.

All right, this is crazy.

I mean, this is a joke, right?

You have no right
to look in my car.

Let me tell you
how this works, okay?

You're gonna open
the trunk willingly,

or I'm gonna take
you downtown

and we're all
gonna sit around

while I get a warrant.

It's not a question of if,
it's a question of when.

Wait. Why'd you do this?

-Why did you call them?
-Hey, hey! Sir.

Why don't you direct
all your comments

-and questions at me, okay?
-I don't understand.

I witnessed a robbery
and now this, this...

Hey. Watch yourself, okay?

Just, this woman

from the D.A.'s office
is stalking me.

Ma'am? Your story hasn't
changed, has it?

I know what I saw.

He killed a woman.

Then he rolled her up
in a rug and put her

in his trunk.

Officer, that's
completely absurd.

All right, look.

This is your last chance.

Fine. Fine.

Good. let's have a look.

Hold onto this.

That's the rug, but...

Yeah.

But what?

The one that I saw
was older. It was stained.

I don't know what you "saw,"
but this rug is brand new.

My friend works
at a carpet warehouse

and they just went
out of business.

He left this for me.

I picked it up this morning.

I don't know what to tell you.

Well, I'd start
with "I'm sorry."

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

I'm gonna issue you two
summonses, Ms. Dubois.

One for reckless driving,
and the other

for filing a false report.

-But, Officer, wait.
-Don't compound

the situation, okay?
I'll also gonna file

a report with
the D.A's office

and let them know
that you summoned

for police assistance
here when there wasn't

a need for it, okay? Sir,

you want to file harassment
charges against Ms. Dubois?

No. No.

Not at this time.

Good. Now, I want you both

to get back in your vehicles,

call your insurance companies,
and be on your way.

-Do I make myself clear?
-Yes, sir.

Perfectly.

Thank you.

Damn.

Does Daddy know that
you crushed the car?

Yes, I called him.

Wow. Daddy is going
to kill you when he gets home.

Ariel... Mommies and daddies
don't kill each other.

Sometimes they get disappointed.

Sometimes they get annoyed,
but by and large,

mommies and daddies
don't kill each other.

Okay, sweetie.

( whispering ):
Let's have a tea party.

Now, let's do homework.

What? You don't
have any homework?

No. I do, but
I sorta want to wait

for Daddy to get home.

Well, Daddy's got
his class tonight.

He won't be home
till late. Can I help?

No, I don't think so.
It's math,

and he really
makes math easy.

Well, I know math.

Sort of.

I'll tell you what.

You get your book and
I'll get my abacus,

and we'll give it a shot.

No... I need Daddy.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

Why?

Because he gives me the answers.

Wait a second.

Daddy does not give
you the answers.

Well... he kind of
shows them to me.

What do you mean, he shows
them to you, darling?

I don't know.

He looks at
the problem with me,

and I just see
the numbers in my head

and I just
write them down.

And you don't see any numbers
when you're with me, right?

Yeah... I do,

but they have letters
in them, too,

so I know they can't be right.

Okay...

Tell you what.

Write them down.
Show them to me.

Watch Marie for second.

What about my homework?

I'll just need a second.

Try to work it out for yourself.

Work it out?

( rings )

District Attorney,
Devalos' office.

Hi. This is Allison Dubois.

I have this license plate number
I need to check

for this case I'm working on.

I think it might be
a rental car.

Well, to be honest,

the police usually handle
that kind of thing.

You know, I used to work
over there.

Why don't you give it to me

and I'll call it over
and see what I can find out.

Terrific. Thank you.

Okay, the number
is "4-2-7-Q-U-I."

Did you say "Q-U-I"?

Are you sure about that?

What do you mean?

Well, if I remember correctly,

the first letter
on an Arizona plate

advances with each new run.

Right now, we're
issuing plates with "F."

I believe the plate you just
read me doesn't exist yet.

What do you mean?
When will it exist?

I'm guessing we'll get to Q

anywhere from seven
to ten years from now.

Mommy...

Mommy...

Joe?

Mommy...

Mommy...

Mommy...

I think you owe me
an apology, Allison.

( toilet flushes )

Trouble sleeping?

No.

Sleeping's easy.

Sleeping's a dream.

It's the waking stuff that can
really screw with your head.

I don't know what
to tell you, Joe.

I guess I didn't take the test

because I was afraid.

Afraid I would be pregnant.

Afraid I wouldn't be.

Depending on the time of day,

I guess I just didn't
really like either choice.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

But you know what?

We already have
three great kids.

Yeah, I need to talk
to you about that, too.

Okay.

Our wonderful daughter Ariel,

who is so beautiful and smart

and exceptional
in so many ways...

just isn't exceptional
in the way you hoped.

She doesn't take after me
at all, does she?

She takes after you.

( sighs )

By the time we got
to advanced algebra,

I suspected.

But I guess I didn't really
want to know for sure.

I guess there's a lot
of that going around.

So, ask me about my case.

How goes the case?

It's going, it's going,
it's gone.

Really.

Because it never
really happened.

Because he really is
a good Samaritan.

Because there are
no dead co-eds.

Because the whole thing
only existed...

( elevator dings )

Hi. Is he in?

Court.

Was he expecting you?

No. I thought I'd surprise him.

I have to do a little
fence mending,

some apologizing.

I saw the fax from
the Chief of Police.

Which reminds me, there's
something here for you.

Didn't you ask us to check on
a possible missing "Sharona"?

College student with red hair?

Yeah.

No. Not only are there
none missing,

there's been only been
one Sharona born

within a 50-mile radius
of Phoenix since 1980,

and she's only 14.

Wait a second.

Sharona?

I'm sorry, do I know you?

No. But I need to talk
to you for a second.

It's okay, really.
We can do it right here.

My name is Allison Dubois

and I need to
tell you something.

And you're going to think
it sounds sort of crazy.

You're going to think
I'm some weird old lady

who you met at school

who told you this strange
story, and that's fine.

As long as you just listen.

Okay.

Seven years from now,

a man is going to come up
to you on the street.

You'll be in college,
you'll be very pretty.

You'll be carrying your books

and one of your shoelaces
will be untied.

This man, he'll offer
to hold your books

while you tie your shoelace.

He'll seem nice and polite

and you'll think, "maybe a
little old for me but harmless."

But he isn't harmless.

He will rape you
and murder you if you let him.

So when he offers you
a ride, say no.

And then just walk away.

And if he won't let you,

then you fight, scream,
bite him, kick him.

Just promise me you won't
get in that car, okay?

Promise me.

Wait a sec, you came
here to tell me

about something you think might
happen seven years from now?

Just promise me you
will fight like hell.

Promise me.

Look, lady, you're right,
this is crazy.

Sharona!

You don't have to
believe anything I say.

You just have to remember it.

You will, won't you?

I can tell.

And you will fight.

And you're going to have
a great life.

( elevator dings )

Slam dunk.

Judge took about a minute
and half to decide

to throw the book at
Phoenix's favorite cat burglar

thanks to the testimony
of our good friend here.

How's your car?

Mm.

You and I need to talk.

Tomorrow.

Jared.

I gotta tell you, lady,
you floor me.

After all I've done,
all I'm doing,

why would... why would
you do what you did?

Why did you say
those things to the police?

I'm sorry.

Well, you ought to be.

But it's true.

Excuse me?

Or it will be...

in the next seven
to ten years.

What? This is crazy.

I have never hurt anybody.
I could never hurt anyone.

Then don't.

Look, I don't know who it is

that breaks your heart
or crushes your spirit

or pushes you over that
line that people like you

cross so easily...

-No one's going to break
my heart. -Admit it,

you think about it
all the time.

You think about
how you'll do it--

what it'll feel like,
what they'll smell like,

what they'll taste like.

You know who you really are.

You're the golem.

You're the devil.

You're a monster.

Now do me a favor.

Do the world a favor.

Make a liar out of me.

Tell Mr. Devalos I had to go.

I'll do that.

You're wrong.

Let's hope so.