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Previously on Medium:

-Allison Dubois?
-Yes?

You're ordered to appear
and give testimony

in the matter of The State of
Arizona v. Nicholas Morgante.

What makes you so special,
Mrs. Dubois?

What do you really do
for the District Attorney?

Who are you really,
Mrs. Dubois?

Well, I'm not
Adam Humphries.

What did you just say?

Adam Humphries.
He took your Bar exam for you.

I can't hear them.
Can you hear them?

He took your
Bar exam for you

after you cheated
but still failed three times.

Counselor...

And I'm not Dean Gardner.

You bribed him
to keep quiet

in your last
murder trial.

So now you know.

Do you really want to
keep asking me who I am?

Mr. Watt?

At the risk of everyone

finding out who you are?

( wind whistling )

ALLISON: I read the most amazing
article in The New Yorker

the other night.

This social scientist,
this researcher

went out and did this study
where she interviewed everyone

who had ever attempted
to kill themselves

by jumping off
the Golden Gate Bridge.

And it turns out every single
person she interviewed,

every single one confessed

that after they threw
themselves off that bridge,

about two-thirds
of the way down,

it suddenly occurred to them

that all the seemingly
insurmountable problems

they've had in their lives
were fixable--

every single one.

Save for the fact that they had
just thrown themselves

off the Golden Gate Bridge.

The girl you're looking at

has just jumped off
a 300-foot cliff.

Right now, she's two-thirds
of the way down.

( grunts )

Ah!

Ooh, Joe.

Hey, hey, Joe?

Could you give
me a hand, darling?

Hey... a little help here?

Thanks a lot.

Honey, I hate
to do this to you.

Could you take
the girls to school

and drop me off at day care

on your way to work?

Al, what are you talking about?

I don't have a car this morning.

It's in the shop,
remember?

You were gonna drop me off
at work today.

Oh, sh...ipwreck!

Shipwreck.

Okay, guys, hey.

Go get your backpacks.
Hurry up.

Mommy's running late.

Take her and
go find her shoe.

( grunts )

Come on, Bridg.

For those of us who tuned
in late, what's the rush?

I had a dream last night.

Ah.

Of course you did.

In it, a girl
committed suicide.

She threw herself off a cliff
in the desert.

I don't think
anybody knows she's there.

I think that's why
I had the dream.

I see.

Actually, I don't.

Okay, I want
to go to work

so I can let
law enforcement know

so they can launch a search
so they can find the body.

Aha...

So let's me see
if I got this right.

Some cosmic force
is smart enough

and all-knowing enough

to know that you work
for the D.A.,

so it shows you
this dream,

knowing that you can
do something about it,

but this same cosmic force
isn't all-knowing enough

to know that
on this particular morning,

you have to drive
your husband to work,

'cause his car needs
its 15,000-mile service.

Not funny.

I'm not
trying to be.

What you looking for?

Keys.

Girls, have you seen my keys?

Keys? I would
think even to get

a psychic's
learner's permit

you'd have to be able
to find a lost set of...

Keys?

Girls, Mama's got some keys.

Okay, thanks
for the ride.

And don't worry,
you know.

If, if my car's
not ready,

I'll get a ride
with someone else.

Don't do that.
I'll pick you up.

BRETT:
Hey, there.

Hey, Brett.

Carpooling?
What are you, a Democrat?

Allison, this is Brett.

You've heard me
talk about Brett, right?

-Hey.
-Hi.

I've heard a lot about you.

Clear!

( EKG steady tone )

We've been working on that
wind shear algorithm

thing I've been
telling you about.

Oh, that thing.

Oh, that thing.

I can tell you two
have been talking

each other's ears off
about this.

( both chuckle )

I'll be upstairs
in the Fortress of Solitude.

It was nice
to meet you, Allison.

Nice to meet you, Brett.

Seems like a nice guy.

He is a nice guy.

What's with that look?

Huh?

I don't have a look.

I'm lookless. I got to go.

Okay, all right.

Well, good luck with that,
you know, that thing, you know.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

All part of the service.

Allison?

I didn't mean to frighten you.

Didn't realize
anyone was here.

Oh, it's okay.

I was just... I was...

Sorry, I'll get
out of your way.

Having a seance, Ms. Dubois?

Conjuring a demon, actually.

We just need a few minutes.

You got to give it to God.

Food, sex-- where'd he come up
with this stuff, huh?

Well, for what
it's worth,

I'm not coming up
with anything.

We'll get there.

We've only been
working on it...

seven months.

God, we're dumb. Mm.

Hey,

did we ever run
that logarithmic vector shift

we were playing with last week?

( groans )

Something I said?

You all right?

( belches )

Mm...

-Whoa!
-( chuckles )

Now I am.

All right, enough fun
and games.

Back to the coal mine.

You know, up to here...

I know. It's pretty
damn good, isn't it?

We're not a bad team, Ollie.

Now, if we could
only get...

from there to there,
that'd be something.

Maybe we could
get published.

Get ourselves a little piece
of mathematical eternity.

( groans )

WOMAN: Her parents
are on the East Coast.

I think it's her boyfriend
or something.

That's enough.

I came as soon
as I could.

What are you doing here?

I found the body.

Well, I'll just
step outside.

I'm sure that
you and your client

would like some privacy.

I'd appreciate
that, Ms. Dubois,

but he's not my client.

He's my son.

It was just weird.

The door opens
and there he is.

You didn't have
a clue, huh?

Don't tell
the other psychics,

but no,
I didn't have a clue.

Here's the funny thing.

I felt bad for the guy.

I mean, he tried to destroy
my life in court last month

and I actually
felt bad for him.

Karma.
It comes around.

Well, karma made
a girl kill herself

so that Larry Watt's son
could grieve

because his dad was mean to me
on a witness stand?

I don't think so.

Fine. That's the last cosmic
theory you get out of me.

From now on,
I stick to math.

( grunts )

Brett really liked you.

Really?

He said he felt some kind
of connection with you.

Hey, he's a single guy.

I might have to kill him.

That's not funny.

Okay.

Honey,

there's something
I have to tell you.

I'm not sure
I really want to know.

Well, it isn't about you.

Is it about you?

No.

It's Brett.

The second I met him,

the second
I touched his hand,

honey, his health
is not good.

What are you
talking about?

His heart.

It's not healthy.

It's going to quit on him,
and soon.

So what are you saying?
You're saying

the guy that I work with
every day...

my friend, is going to die?

I suppose so.

( laughs )

You suppose so?

This has never happened
to me before.

I mean, not with
somebody we know.

I have been debating
with myself

all day whether or not
to tell you.

Hmm, well, I'm sorry
I missed that debate.

Now, what in the hell

am I supposed to do
with this information?

I don't know.
Have him go to the doctor.

For what?
His anti-premonition vaccine?

I mean...

I have no idea what I'm supposed
to do with this.

If you're right,

then nothing
that I can say

is going to make
a difference,

and if you're wrong,

then I'm just going

to completely
freak this guy out,

not to mention
how do I explain to him...

how I know
that he's going to die?

You know what?

I don't know.
Maybe I'm wrong.

God, or maybe you're right.

Why are you angry with me?

Because...

I don't know!

I just...

I liked it so much better
when I knew what I knew.

When you would say
something like this

and I just could ignore it.

Well, I'm sorry
I complicated your life.

Hey, wait a second,
wait a second. Come back.

Just come back.
Come back.

So you shook his hand.

And I saw it.

It was him-- in the back
of the ambulance,

wearing the company
softball shirt.

Flat-lined. He was gone.

What company softball shirt?

Your company.

They have a softball team.

They wear shirts and stuff,
and...

When have you ever heard me

talk about a company
softball team?

Well, I don't know.

I just assumed.

Just tell me how this works.

If there's no team and then
there's no shirt,

then what does that say
about the rest of your story?

Hallelujah.

( sighs )

The patient lives.

( chuckles )

'Night, darling.

( gasps )

Tire tracks?

I think that's what
she was trying to show me.

She came to me in my sleep
last night.

She flew out of the ravine

and led me to the tire of a car.

But why?

If this is a suicide,

what difference are tire tracks

going to make?

I...don't know.
I just know... what I saw.

Medical examiner put
the time of death

somewhere between noon
and 3:00 p.m. on Sunday.

Her cellular phone records

show that the last call
she made was to your house.

Yeah. We spoke.

Must have been around 12:30.

We talked for maybe
ten minutes.

And was she at the overlook
when she called?

I didn't know where she was.

She didn't say.

DEVALOS:
You told the officers

that you were home
all day watching TV.

Can anyone verify that?

I had a bunch
of friends over.

We were watching
the game.

I can give you
their names.

All right.

I think that'll
probably end this.

We just want to find out

what really happened,
Greg, you understand?

Me, too.

It's just so hard
to even imagine

Isabel taking her own life.

It's just so not who she is.

What's this?

Those are
the tire tracks

I told you that we found.

Greg, in order
to completely

eliminate you
as a suspect,

I'd like your permission
to take a look at your tires--

compare the treads,

maybe get a soil sample
off the rubber.

Absolutely not.

Wait a minute.

You still think
I did this?

We have to rule
everybody out.

As soon as we can determine
you absolutely weren't there,

we can move on to
finding out who was.

There is no way
on God's green Earth

that I'm going to let you
examine my son's car

without a search warrant.

Go ahead.
Do what you got to do.

WATT:
Like I said, get a warrant.

Larry...

You know as well
as I do

no judge
will sign one,

because you have
no reason whatsoever

to suspect that my son
had anything to do

with the tragic death
of this disturbed young woman.

No, we are
not doing that.

Not here, not today.

We're not talking
about her that way.

I know

it's the lawyer
in you, but...

No.

I loved her,
and she is not...

she's not...

was not...

disturbed.

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

But, Greg, as your attorney...

But you're not just
my attorney.

And I have
nothing to hide.

You're back from lunch so soon?

Surmising from
the look on your face,

you didn't get a Happy Meal.

What are you doing?

I'm starting a terrorist cell.

What does it look
like I'm doing?

I'm organizing
a company softball team.

What's the deal?

You going to ask me out?

I don't think
it's going to work.

Breasts are sort
of a non-negotiable item for me.

You know?

All I'm trying to say

is no boobs
is a real deal breaker.

I need to tell you something,
Brett.

This is something
I've never told anyone.

It's about me.

It's about how I am.

I was just kidding
about the breasts thing.

If you do have them, then feel
free to keep them to yourself.

I have this thing...

where I can see the future.

Nobody knows about it.

I've never told anyone.

Uh-huh.

You're really starting
to creep me out, man.

And I had this vision...
this dream,

and you were in that shirt,
and you were dying.

You were having
a heart attack

and you were dying.

Dead.

I want you to do
something for me.

I want you to go
to a doctor...

right now.

I'll take you.
I'll pay for it.

You're kidding, right?

Come on,
I'll take you right now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get your hands off of me.

Come on, think about it
for a second. What's the harm?

I mean, can you actually
go to a doctor too much?

Come on, let me take you.

No, Joe!

And stop looking
at me like that.

Don't take this
the wrong way,

but if there's anyone here
who needs to see a doctor,

I seriously suspect it's you.

-Please.
-No.

I can see you're serious
about this, and...

I love that you're serious
about this, but...

I'm not going
anyplace but home.

He'll be here
any minute.

You all right?

To be honest,

I'm confused.

Welcome to the club.

I know that that boy
didn't push her off the cliff.

( door opening )

Sorry. We had
people at the house.

Greg is planning
a memorial.

Well, I'm sorry

to disturb
you a second time,

but I'm afraid there's been
a little glitch in the mix.

Greg, we ran those tests
we told you about on the car.

They came back positive.

Your tires matched
the tire tracks at the scene.

That's not possible.

And forensics found traces
of a soil embedded on your car

that matches the soil samples
taken from the overlook.

The tests are wrong.

Run another test.

Larry, you know
as well as...

Look, for every underpaid
forensic expert

that you trot out
of the State's crime lab,

I'll get three

expensive credible
experts of my own.

Is this a case
you really want to try?

Greg...

do you understand
the implications

of what I just told you?

You do not have permission
to address my son.

Your son is well over
the age of majority.

Don't need your permission.
Sorry.

Greg?

Greg?

But I was home.

Isabel called me there.

You know.

You said that
you had the records.

But that only proves
she talked to someone.

It doesn't prove
she talked to you.

I was with my friends.

I will give you their names.

And I promise you

we will interview
each and every one,

but that does not change
the fact that your car

was at that overlook.

I mean, unless you can prove
beyond the shadow of a doubt

that the car was not
in your possession,

that you had loaned it
to someone

or perhaps
it was stolen.

We're done here.

Let's go, Greg.

Mr. Watt, don't you have
something to add here?

Did you not hear,
young woman?

This interview is over.

-Larry, there's...
-Mr. District Attorney,

my son has endured
all the questioning

that we are prepared
to entertain this evening.

Now, if you truly
consider him a suspect,

I presume that you have
a warrant for his arrest?

Ah. And since
you don't, we're leaving.

Greg...

It wasn't your son

I was questioning--
it was you.

You know who was
in that car.

You both do. Greg.

You weren't

in that car at all, were you?

Well, he said his
battery was dead.

Greg.

You told me you were
going to the office.

Son...

Dad?

What's going on?

If you give me a moment
outside with my son,

I'm prepared
to make a statement,

and to tell you what I know

about the death
of Isabel Galvan.

I met her one night. Uh...

There's a bar
near my practice.

I stop in there sometimes.

She approached me.

I bought her a drink,
we started talking.

At the time, I had no idea that
she was involved with my son.

We had sex
in the back of my car.

A week later, she called me.

She told me that, uh, she knew
who I was the whole time,

that she had targeted me,

even recorded
our encounter together.

She said that unless
I gave her $15,000,

she would play
the tape for Greg.

So when did this happen?

The demand, I mean.

Uh...

The night before-- Friday.

She very thoughtfully

gave me a day to put
the money together.

The point is, my son
is an innocent in all this.

He doesn't
know anything

about what this
woman was up to,

or my indiscretion with her.

So now it's Saturday.

I agreed to
meet Isabel

at the overlook.

I just wanted her
out of my life.

I wanted her out
of my son's life. I...

But when I tried
to hand over the cash,

she refused
to give me the tape.

All of a sudden,
she didn't want the money.

She said she
had changed her mind.

She was going
to tell Greg everything.

A shakedown? For more money?

So I told her that was all she
was going to get out of me.

We argued.

She, uh...

She came at me.

I urged her again
to take the money,

but she refused.

When I realized that we weren't
getting anywhere, I left.

I swear to you,
she was still alive.

( sighs )

Hey, you.

I'm sorry I got in
so late last night.

You're not
gonna believe

what happened.

I really don't
want to hear it.

So...

So yesterday I told
a doctor of mathematics--

a man I've worked
side by side with

since I can't
remember when...

a man whose intellect
I've always respected

and who, I believe, up until
yesterday, respected mine--

that I, Joseph Dubois,

can see the future.

Oh.

And that his days
were numbered.

Uh-huh.

And did you suggest
that he see a doctor?

Yes, indeed,

and he urged me
to do the same,

just before he
fled the room

with a look of abject
terror on his face.

I see.

( sighs )

So initial here, here,

here and here.

Sorry we're late, gentlemen.

Sorry to make
you come to me, Manuel,

but I've got trial
in 20 minutes.

Hey, somebody
apologize to me.

I'm the one who's
surrendering.

It's merely
a formality.

Your son and I
both know you're innocent.

You're gonna be back
home this afternoon.

Nevertheless,

we appreciate
your cooperation.

Duly noted.

Greg, sign here.

Okay, Greg, you've got
power of attorney now.

I'm counting on you
to take charge

of everything
until this mess

is cleaned up.

But I don't know anything
about this stuff, Dad.

It's money. You'll
figure it out.

Besides, it's
only temporary.

It's not as if they

actually have a case.

Let's just
let the judge

take a look
at everything.

And I'll tell you
what he'll see.

He'll see a man who
exercised bad judgment,

made a horrible mistake
and was blackmailed for it.

Larry.

Blackmailed by

an unstable woman, who,
according to my

investigators,
has been prescribed

with antidepressants
since her preteens,

has a history

of suicidal behavior.

She apparently called
suicide hotlines

the way other people call
out for Chinese food.

Was that true?

Well, it may
be true, but...

that's not the girl

that I know.

That's not the girl
that I loved.

Do you think she jumped?

I honestly have no idea.

The only thing
I'm certain of

at this point is, I know
my father didn't push her.

Deputies are
waiting outside.

Sorry I'm late.

My wife had an emergency
at her job and the kids...

( knocking )

Kreskin.

I got to work--
you weren't there.

One of the guys said
you were here.

8:00 last night.

I'm cleaning my place...

...and this extraordinary
moment of clarity.

So I rush back to the lab,

and I'm working.

And I feel this...

twinge in my chest,

and I was thinking
about what you said,

and so...

I was compelled to call 911.

They told me I was

flatlining in the ambulance.

Quadruple bypass.

God.

( static )

( words repeating, overlapping )

This social scientist...
this researcher...

went out and did this study
where she interviewed everyone

who had ever attempted
to kill themselves

by jumping off
the Golden Gate Bridge,

and it turns out every single
person she interviewed...

every single one,

confessed that after they threw
themselves off that bridge,

about two-thirds
of the way down,

it suddenly occurred to them

that all the seemingly
insurmountable problems

that they had in their lives

were fixable,
every single one...

save for the fact that they
had just thrown themselves

off the Golden Gate Bridge.

...off the Golden Gate Bridge.

When we come back,
more from Henry Salzman,

Director of the Greater
Phoenix Suicide Hotline.

Can I help you?

Yes. I work with the District
Attorney's office.

We're doing an investigation
on the death

of a young woman
named Isabel Galvan.

I was wondering if
you could tell me

if she ever
called the hotline here?

I'm sorry, but all calls to
the hotline are confidential.

-Yes, I know, but...
-I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

-Sandra, line two.
-Excuse me.

Not the girl I know.

Not the girl I loved.

Bad dream?

No, actually.
No dreams.

Just a nagging feeling
that something isn't right.

Why are you smiling?

This whole Brett thing.

I was just thinking
how funny it all was.

Here I had myself
all in a twist

'cause I thought I was
delivering the guy

his death sentence,

but as it turned out,
I probably, we probably,

saved his life.

Mm....

And I'm sorry I behaved
like such an ass yesterday.

Mm.

So what's not right?

And what's keeping
you awake?

Finding that kid's picture
at the suicide hotline?

That doesn't prove anything.

Yeah, but Watt said that Isabel
called hotlines all the time.

There has
to be a connection.

Okay, well, it all
began with that

dream you had, right?

So, let's start there
and work forward from that.

Well, that's just it.

In my dream, she jumped.

There was no foul play.

She clearly
committed suicide.

Girl walks to the edge
of a cliff and jumps.

You're right.

Nothing much open
to interpretation there.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I see her--

she's upset.

Wait a second.

DEVALOS:
And why is it exactly

that we're looking
for her cell phone?

Because that's what she
keeps showing to me.

At least I think that's what
she keeps showing to me.

MAN:
I got it!

I found it!

Ah!

Me, too.

I found it, too.

Gentlemen.

What's going on?

You said I didn't
need my attorney.

You said you
had good news.

DEVALOS:
I believe I do.

Of a sort.

We went back
to the scene this morning

to retrieve Isabel's cell phone,

which we did,
along with this.

WATT:
Get off me!

Damn it, I think you drew blood.

That's you.

ISABEL:
Just leave, okay?

I'm not taking the money.

I'm telling him everything

and you can't stop me.

And that's Isabel.

WATT:
You're messing with

the wrong man, young lady--
I'll bury you.

Those words were spoken
in the heat of the moment.

I had no intention of...

( car engine starting )

And that's you driving away.

( phone dialing )

And that's Isabel
dialing the phone.

When you left, Isabel was alive.

I've advised
the court.

We're dropping all charges.

( chuckles )

Thank God.

Thank you.

This is fabulous.

The recorder she used
to blackmail me

proves that I didn't kill her.

ISABEL:
Pick up, pick up.

She's calling you, Greg.
Remember that call?

Can we turn
this off now?

DEVALOS:
Sure thing.

Have a seat.
We're not through.

But... what's
left to talk about?

Well, there's the truth.

I don't understand.

Did you know that your son

volunteered
at a suicide hotline?

The same one
that Isabel used to call?

Greg has a very
giving spirit.

Actually, what Greg
had was a plan.

And in order for his plan
to work, he needed someone.

Someone that he could
control and manipulate.

So he volunteered,
he started taking calls

from the lonely
and the desperate,

and finally, one night,
he got a call

from someone who
fit the profile

of what he needed.

It was Isabel.

Greg saved her life that night.

He told her he liked
the sound of her voice.

That it was against the rules,
but couldn't they meet?

Perhaps we could meet in person.

And she agreed.

Greg made her
feel special.

For the first time

in her life, she felt loved.

And after a few
short months,

he became her
entire world.

So, when he told her
to seduce his father...

...to record it and use it
to blackmail him, she did it.

So he had everything set
up for the big day.

You invited
friends over

to give you an alibi,
you made sure

your father's car
was out of commission

so he'd have
to borrow yours.

And just like
you told her to,

the dutiful Isabel
refused the payoff money

and provoked a fight.

And then, like a good girl,

she called you
to tell you about it.

ISABEL:
Greg?

Hey, baby, it's me.

Yeah, your dad just left.

Yeah, he went for it.

I taped the whole thing for you.

He was really mad,
I thought he was

going to kill me.

ALLISON: And that's when
you turned on her.

You called her a whore.

What-what are you saying?

You told me you needed me to...

ALLISON:
You told her it was a test,

a test to see if she loved you
and she failed.

Stop!

( crying ):
What are you saying?

ALLISON:
You knew every button to push.

You told her
you wished you'd never met her.

You wished you hadn't

picked up that call
that night at the hotline.

You wished she was dead.

( crying ):
Greg, please, don't.

I love you.

( crying )

You knew you could
get her to jump.

And you
were right.

DEVALOS: All the time
making it look like

your father killed her

so you could get
Power of Attorney

and control
of his money.

I'm truly sorry, Larry.

Dad...

They're lying.

Dad, it was all
Isabel's idea.

She told me that we could be
together and I believed her.

-Dad...
-Young man.

I have a warrant
for your arrest.

Yeah? Well, you're gonna have
a tough time proving any of it,

and even if you could,

I didn't kill
her, so...

the worst you could get me on
is conspiracy to blackmail?

Maybe you're right.

But even so, I'm going
to tie up your life

and make it a living hell.

You're going to spend
so much time in court,

the bailiffs are going to want
to make you shop steward,

and by the time I'm done
with you, trust me,

you're going to wish you threw
yourself off a cliff.

JOE:
Hey.

Hey.

Kids are asleep.

If they weren't....
heads would roll.

Are you all right?

Piece of plaque.

Size of a tiny crumb.

In his blood.

Went to his heart.

I realized later on
that you knew.

This morning...
in bed, you knew.

That's why you
didn't say anything

when I was going on and on about
how well things worked out.

I just...
I didn't know where.

I didn't know when.

I just...

I didn't want to do it
to you twice, that's all.

If we could only
get from

there to there...

That would be something, hmm?

Son of a bitch.

ALLISON:
Think they'll publish it?

I hope so.

Maybe he'll get his little
piece of eternity after all.