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( thud )

He just left.

Just had his methadone.

Dark hair, five-11,
medium build.

Now, how do I get my money?

*

( speaking Spanish )

MAN:
What's he saying?

What's he screaming about?

What do you think
he's saying?

He wants to know
what we're up to.

No, no, no, no, no. No, no.

You want to know
what we're up to?

We're gonna help you kick.

Gonna help you clean up.

( continues in Spanish )

( soft gasp )

( sighs )

¿Acabastes?

-Hm?
-¿Acabastes?

It's Spanish.

It means, "Are you done?"
"Are you through?"

You don't know what
"Acabastes" means?

Oh, that's funny,
'cause you've been

raving in Spanish for
the last ten minutes.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

( sighs )

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

-I was dreaming, Joe.
-Yeah.

But if you don't
speak Spanish...

I mean, what, your
dreams are subtitled?

Sorry I asked.

And then after school,

we can start the model
at my house?

Tell him you love him.

That's it!

As soon as I get off the phone,
I'm going to kill you!

You look scary.
You look like a killer sister.

Yeah? No, that's just
my little sister.

( whispers ):
Say, "I love you, Sean."

I've been talking
to my parents

about maybe trading her in
and getting a dog.

Good morning.

Dad? Are you trading me in
for a dog?

Hm? Ariel.

I'm on the phone.

BRIDGETTE: I'm asking Mom.
She'll know!

It's ten after 7:00.
Who are you calling?

Okay, um,
I'll see you in class.

Bye.

Who was that?

Sean Bertoni.

He's my, uh, partner
for the science fair project.

BRIDGETTE:
And her boyfriend!

He's coming over after school so
we can start working together.

Science fair, huh?
What kind of project

are you guys
thinking about doing?

A-Actually, we're thinking of
doing something with rockets.

Rockets! I like it.

It was Sean's idea.

Hmm, well, then I think
I like Sean Bertoni.

BRIDGETTE: Dad, Mommy's missing!
I can't find her anywhere!

No, she's fine.

Stop yelling.
You'll wake your sister.

BRIDGETTE:
But, Dad...

I can't find her,
and if I can't find her,

how are we apposed
to get to school?

I'm gonna take you
to school.

Mom had to go
into work early.

Something came up,
something very special came up,

and Mom had to go
into work extra early.

( Marie crying in distance )

The lucky stiff.

( grunting ):
Ooh, ah, ah.

( Bridgette laughs )

WOMAN: And that one's
for Mrs. Dubois,

courtesy of
the Mayor's Office.

All we ask is
that you avoid

any contact
with the press.

If you do get buttonholed
by someone,

just please,
steer them over to me.

Have you ever attended
one of these before?

( sighs ):
State execution? No.

It was my idea--
Mrs. Dubois has been doing

a lot of work as a jury
consultant for my office

in capital punishment
cases, and I thought

if she was gonna have a hand in
ending someone's life,

it was important
that she see, um...

The end result?

I'll be curious
to see what you think.

For me, the event itself is...

always surprisingly
matter-of-fact.

And then

the memory of it, it stays with
you for the rest of your life.

( keyless lock beeps )

I have to say, I'm impressed
you're going through with this.

You might want to hold
that thought till after

in case I pass out
or throw up or something.

You wouldn't be the first.

Just keep in mind, people
like Reynaldo Cerrera

are the reason the
death penalty exists.

I prosecuted
the man myself.

Guilty of four
counts of murder,

including the shooting death
of a seven-year-old girl,

who happened to be
walking down the street

during a drive-by attack
by a rival drug gang.

And the four counts are just

what I could link
to him directly.

God knows how many other
murders he ordered.

Or how many people
died because of the
junk he was peddling.

( sighs ): Everyone's entitled
to their opinion, of course,

but if you ask me, lethal
injection is too gentle,

too civilized an ending for an
animal like Cerrera.

( siren chirps )

-That's funny.
-What's that?

Don't you usually
call in the coroner

when there's a question
about the cause of death?

Seems today would be
a foregone conclusion.

Well, they're not really
coroners, they're the drivers.

They're here to transport
the remains

to the Medical Examiner's
Office.

State requires that
we do an autopsy

before we hand over
the body to the family.

-Hmm...
-We're nothing if not thorough.

He looks so calm.

They're given a sedative.

MAN ( over speaker ):
Reynaldo Cerrera,

do you have
any final words?

No final ones.

No.

( mechanical whirring )

( beeping )

( clattering )

( steady, continuous beep )

So?

So that woman from the
Mayor's Office was right.

It's odd. It was
weirdly undramatic.

I'm more surprised
by what I didn't feel.

He was a very bad man.

It sounds harsh,
but I don't think

a life of any value
was lost here today.

You must be right-- he must have
been empty, soulless.

At least I couldn't see it.

What do you mean?

I've never been to
an execution before,

but normally, when
I go to a funeral

or if someone passes
in the hospital,

I see their soul,
I see their spirit.

But today... ( sighs )

there was nothing.

He must've had none.

Well, it's time
to rejoin the living.

Oh, which reminds me,
when we get back

to the office,
could I look through

the current missing-
persons reports?

Why, you lose somebody?

Well, this is gonna
shock and amaze you,

but last night I had
the craziest dream.

-You? How is that possible?
-( groans )

-( phone ringing)
-(gasps )

What the hell?

( groans ): Oh, God, it's 3:00
in the morning.

( groans )

( ringing continues )

Wait. I got it.

Hello?

Allison, it's Lee Scanlon.

I'm sorry to call so late.

I'm at a murder scene,
and, uh...

I was wondering
if I could send a car

to bring you downtown?

Detective Scanlon,
it's the middle of the night.

Yeah, I know.

Normally I wouldn't bother you,
but... I got a dead woman,

and I got a witness,
and the witness says

he knows who did it.

And I couldn't think
of anyone else

who might be able to make sense
of what he's saying.

I'm sorry.
I don't understand.

What are you
talking about?

Well...
the witness is telling me

the killer was a ghost.

Can you state
your name, please?

Why are we taping this,
and who's she?

The agreement I made with your
attorney was that I would defer

making a decision on whether or
not to book you

until you made an
on-the-record statement

of your version of what
happened.

She's not a shrink,
is she?

She's with the District
Attorney's office.

They have to weigh in whether
to charge you, as well.

Well, what difference
does it make?

I'm a dead man, right?

Mr. Ramirez, please.

I'm trying to
help you here.

I'm trying to keep
you out of jail.

What difference does it make?

He'll just kill me in jail.

He'll find me
wherever I am, right?

Mr. Ramirez, are you aware
that right now you are

the primary suspect in the
murder of Lorena Vasquez?

And until I have
your statement to evaluate,

you will remain the
primary suspect?

( Scanlon sighs )

Let's start with
your name, please.

My name is Steven Ramirez.

You want to tell us what
you do for a living?

( sighs )

I'm a businessman.

An entrepreneur.

Would it be fair to say
that you're involved in many

of the same businesses
as Rey Cerrera?

Rey Cerrera was an animal.

RAMIREZ:
Is an animal.

I own a legitimate business.

I'm involved in facilitating
imports and exports.

Obviously, we...

we had a number of enterprises

that competed
for the same market share.

Now...

according to this report,

police responded to
shots being fired

at the former home of your
business rival,

the late Rey Cerrera,

and found you attempting
to flee the scene.

They also discovered the
body of Lorena Vasquez,

a woman thought to be
Cerrera's girlfriend.

I'm guessing she's another area
where you and Rey "competed"?

She loved me.

And I loved her.

And I guess...

I guess he wasn't ready
to give her up.

And now he doesn't have to.

All right, let's start
from the beginning.

You and Lorena were
in the hot tub.

I'm guessing from all
the champagne bottles

we found that you were
celebrating something.

Rey was dead.

It was the beginning
of a new day for us.

And we were out there,
in the hot tub.

It was
a beautiful night.

It was perfect.

RAMIREZ:
She was so happy.

She said she wanted
some more champagne, and...

My God.

She was so beautiful.

And then I heard it.

First the scream...

( Lorena screaming )

And then the crash.

( shattering )

And then I saw someone.

I saw someone inside the house.

And this, this, this
didn't make any sense.

And this house, I mean, it...
it's built like a fort, right?

Then I felt his presence.

I looked up,

and that's when I saw him,

Rey Cerrera.

I started firing,

and I just kept on firing.

And he was gone.

He came back
from the dead

to kill her.

And now that he knows about us,

he'll come back again...
to kill me.

Oh, boy, school!

ALLISON:
Yay!

Oh, my goodness,
here comes Sean!

Hey, maybe
he's going to propose!

Bridgette! Shh.

Hi, Sean!

Hey, Ariel. Hey, Bridgette.

I finished the nose cone
last night.

Wow. That looks great.

Sean, this is my mother.

Hi, Sean. Nice to meet you,

( crying ):
Mommy? Mommy, why?

( demonic animal roar )

It's nice to meet you, too.

I was just filled
with this sense of dread.

I-It just became so clear to me.

He's gonna do something.

He's gonna hurt her, he just is.

We're talking about
a ten-year-old boy here.

I mean, they're working on a
science fair project together,

not going to Florida
for spring break.

How can he possibly hurt her?

I don't know. I'm just
telling you what I saw,

I'm just...
I'm telling you what I felt.

Well, I think you've got
to be a little suspicious

about anything
you might be feeling

after watching a man
being put to death

and then staying out
half the night.

And what are you
doing on the phone?

Aren't you supposed to be
at home, catching a nap?

I tried. I-I couldn't sleep.

I-I just... felt
I needed to tell you.

( call-waiting beep )

Can you hold on a second?

I'm getting another call.

Hello?

Allison? The District
Attorney asked me

to call to see if
you could meet him

at the courthouse
in about an hour.

An hour?

Yeah, sure.
They got coffee there?

LAWYER:
Manuel!

Thanks for
coming here.

I would have happily
come to your place,

but I'm locked
into a trial and...

You're a busy man,
Larry. We get it.

Now what are
we doing here?

Well, something's come up
with regard to the Ramirez case,

the death of that poor Lorena
Vasquez that I wanted to share

with you, in private,
as a professional courtesy.

You are familiar
with the case?

You mean the one in which your
client, a notorious drug lord,

was found at the scene
of a murder and claimed

with an absolute straight face
that it was actually committed

by a man that both Mrs. Dubois
and I watched being put to death

earlier in the day?

Vaguely.

Good. Now, if you read
my client's statement,

you would have taken
note of the fact

that he snapped a picture
with his phone

of the late Ms. Vasquez's, um...

behind only a minute or so
before Rey Cerrera killed her?

Oh, yes. I was nearly brought
to tears as I read about it.

Clearly, your client
is quite the romantic.

Now, well, what
he failed to mention

was that
he sent that picture

via cell phone
to a business associate.

Of course he did.

And I wanted to make you
aware of the fact

that I'm planning on
introducing Mr. Ramirez's

cell phone records

to establish
the date and time

of the photo's creation
as well as its transmission.

Are you trying to tell me
that a photo your client took

of this woman's... tush is
somehow gonna convince me

not to file charges?

That's exactly what
I'm telling you.

By the way, I'm glad
you're involved

with this case, Mrs. Dubois,

because I believe that your
expertise in this area

is going to prove most helpful
to the District Attorney.

( briefcase snaps open )

Go ahead, take a look.

It looks like a photo from
Rumpshaker

that didn't make the cut.

Look closer.

In the background.

All right, what's that?

Don't you mean who's that?

I took the liberty
of having the photo enhanced.

Blown up.

Cleaned up.

Take a look.

This man is dead.

And I can personally
attest to the fact

that he had been dead
at least 12 hours

before this woman
was murdered.

Pictures don't lie, Manny.

DEVALOS: No, but people do
all the time,

and they've even been known
to use pictures to do it.

This has been doctored.

It's obviously doctored.

It proves nothing.

Why don't you let
your techs look at it,

see what they have to say?

In fact, why don't you
send it to the FBI?

We will.

Go ahead, tell him
it's not a fake.

I don't know that.

Really? Well, then,
you disappoint me, Mrs. Dubois.

By the way, one piece
of bad news:

Somehow a copy of this photo
got leaked to the press.

Those damn vultures.

Manuel, I'm going to
let you take some time

to mull things over.

Unfortunately,
I need these back.

But don't worry,

if you want to see them,

you can just check 'em out
on the front page of the paper.

( door creaks open )

MAN ( echoey voice ):
Little boy, remember I told you

I was gonna offer
your mother a choice?

And that if she made
the one choice,

it would be good for you,

and if she made
the other choice

it would be bad for you?

Well, I'm sorry to say,
she made the wrong choice.

So, now, we have to
change her thinking.

Now, this nice man
is gonna hold you.

Now, don't get upset.

I'm not making this happen.

Your mother
is making this happen.

( shrieking )

Come on.
No!

This will only hurt
for a little while.

Besides, who needs
a pinky anyway?

What are they good for?

Let's count to three.

-No!
-One...

-( screaming )
-Two...

( gasps )

( pants )

( sighs with relief )

And his mom is so cool.
She camps!

He says they've been camping

all of their lives,
and she said that maybe

the next time they go
on a camping trip,

our families could go, too!

Wouldn't that be amazing?

What do you mean?

Sleep on the ground?

On the dirt?

Ariel, I think I need to talk to
you about something.

Uh, Al, I think I need to talk
to you about something first.

Okay. You had a dream
the other night

about a guy being kidnapped,
right?

-Joe...
-Ah, you went into work,

no one was missing.

-Joe...
-Ah.

I'm trying to make
a point here.

Any dreams last night?

Actually, yes, there
was a little boy...

What, murdered, kidnapped?

Kidnapped, I think.

Funny, 'cause
I didn't hear a word

about a missing kid
on TV just now.

Listen, well, maybe...

Uh, maybe it hasn't happened
yet, maybe...

maybe the kid is just a symbol

for something,
and maybe... just maybe

you're wrong.

And maybe... just maybe you're
wrong about this Sean kid, too.

I saw your face out there.
You're convinced this is going

to end badly for Ariel,
and you're convinced

that you have to do
something about it.

So now you're reading my mind?

Uh, no, Allison.
Actually, I'm pleading with you.

Just leave it alone.

-Well, if I know...
-But you don't know.

You don't know that she isn't
going to break his heart.

You don't know that they're not
going to win the science fair

and have a friendship that lasts
the rest of their lives.

You don't know that this boy
and whatever joy--

and yes, maybe pain-- he brings,
is going to contribute

in some really important way

to making Ariel who she's
supposed to become.

( knock at door )

What are you guys doing?

We're talking.

Who's on the phone?

It's, uh, Sean's mom.

She called for you.

( clears throat )

Hello?

Nice to meet you, too.

Coffee? After we take
the kids to school?

Sure. Sounds great.

Ariel's a terrific kid.

Sean's really taken with her.

I haven't had a chance to spend
any real time with him,

but my husband wants
to adopt him

and my daughter wants
to marry him,

so there you have it.

I'm just happy Sean's
made a friend.

We move around a lot.
Mostly because of my job.

And it's not always
easy for him.

Well, who knows, maybe this time

you'll be able to stick around
for a while.

( police siren )

Oh, my God.
What is this?

Are you all right?

Yes, Officer?

Good afternoon,
ma'am.

May I please see your
license and registration?

Everything's all right, Officer?

I wasn't breaking any laws?

Broken tail light.

Be back in a moment.

License and
registration, please?

Thanks, Melissa.

You two wouldn't happen
to have been anywhere

near Hollister today,
would you?

I don't even know where that is.

Had a robbery in a
pharmacy over there.

You wouldn't know anything about
that now, would you?

No, sir.

That your boyfriend there?

You want to wake him up?

Not sure I can.

Pretty trashed, huh?

God, you're
good looking.

Stay right there.

I'll be back
in a moment.

Wake up!

Wake... up!

Oh, my goodness.

We have a problem,
Melissa.

Big problem.

Seems this car
comes fairly close

to matching the description of
the vehicle used in that robbery

in Hollister.

Now I explained to them that
I had just interviewed you,

and I convinced them

to give me sole discretion
on whether or not

to detain you.

But I am going to need you
to step out of the car.

Melissa,

I'm gonna need you
to turn around

and put your hands on top

of the vehicle.

What are you doing?

This is called
a pat down.

What's the matter?
My hands cold?

Do me a favor.

Just bend over
a little more.

Can you do that
for me, please?

( pants unzipping )

Oh, my God, what is that?

What do you think it is?

Don't pretend that
you've never had

one of those
back there before.

Listen, I'm eight weeks
pregnant.

All the more reason
for me to conduct

this investigation
from behind.

( cries )

Now...

how about you undo
your jeans?

( sobbing )

My God.

Now give me my keys.

Take it easy.

Shh... Shh...

( yells )

Let it go, girl!

( screams )

( gunshot )

OFFICER: Sarah, you have
a spotless record,

so I'm gonna let you
go with a warning.

But let's get that light fixed
pronto, okay?

Absolutely.
Thank you.

( chuckles nervously )

I need to see him.

Now is not
a good time.

Good morning.

Says you.

Did I ask you to come in today?

-No. I... -You happen to see
the morning paper?

No. My daughter's friend's
mother called

and that's what I'm here
to talk to you about.

Catchy headline,
don't you think?

The Mayor's Office
and the police department

are being flooded
with calls.

People are suddenly
claiming

to have seen the ghost
of Reynaldo Cerrera

all over town...

riding in cabs,
eating in restaurants,

power walking

in the mall.

You didn't happen to see him
on the way over, did you?

Well, let me ask you
a crude question.

If all these other people
are seeing him, why aren't you?

I don't see people
just because they're dead.

They have to seek me out.

The only other time it happens
is if I'm at a funeral

or if I'm at the grave site

and the spirit happens
to be there.

Would you like me to visit
Cerrera's grave?

Doesn't exist.
Family cremated him.

Oh. Hmm.

Any way I could go back
into the prison?

On the other side of the glass?

Where he was actually executed?

Maybe I could
get something there.

Let me make a call.

Hey.

That's a cool yo-yo
you got there.

So what happened to your finger?

Can I help you?

I didn't speak
to her, Mom.

I didn't speak
to the stranger.

I know. Go inside.

Can I help you?

That's okay.

Just trying to find my way
out of this maze.

( speaking Spanish )

What's he
yammering about?

Food.
He wants food.

Tell him no.
There's no food.

We can't feed him

till we know what
Cerrera had to eat.

Tell him to show me
the tattoo.

( speaks Spanish )

It's healing
very nice.

You have very
good taste.

( speaks Spanish )

( gasps gently )

Buenas noches.

You were doing it again.

The Spanish thing.

I'm sorry.
I was dreaming.

Me, too.
You were Salma Hayek.

Please, Joe,
this is serious.

I saw that guy again.

The one that was kidnapped?

They were giving him
Cerrera's tattoos,

making him eat
what Cerrera ate.

It was... it was as if

they were getting him ready
to be Cerrera.

You know what you need?

You need to talk
to Cerrera's ghost.

That'd be nice,
but he's not talking.

And what do I do
about Ariel's friend?

I don't know that
there's anything to do.

His mother killed a cop.

A bad cop,

but the fact is,
she killed him.

No wonder she's such
a good camper.

No wonder she's always
moving them from town to town.

I hate that I know this.

I hate that I have to do
something about this.

Well, as long as we're
talking about hates...

I hate that I have
to remind you

that you don't know
this, you think it.

Until you know it, you don't
have to do anything about it.

In fact, you
probably shouldn't.

Can I make a
suggestion?

You talking to me
or you talking to Salma?

Before you go to
the authorities

and turn this woman's
life upside down,

not to mention
destroy a friendship

that's pretty damn
important to your daughter,

isn't there some subtle way

that you could broach the
subject with the woman herself?

Just test her reaction

before you go running
to the D.A.

I suppose so.

ALLISON:
Melissa!

Melissa Banks?

That's your real name,
isn't it?

I'm sorry to ambush you like
this, but we have a problem.

I know who you really are.

I know what you've done.

And I work for the District
Attorney's office.

( sobs quietly )

It might actually be
a blessing, you know...

not having to move around,
getting it all out...

going to trial.

I'm betting that when people
hear your side of the story...

( sobbing )

( sobbing continues )

( phone rings )

Yeah?

Yeah, put her through.

Yes, Allison?

I need to discuss
something with you.

I-It's about a crime that
happened over a decade ago.

Well, if it held for a decade,

it's just going to have to hold
a little while longer.

If it's not about
the Cerrera case,

I don't want to hear it.

I just got the DNA back
from the murder scene.

The skin under
Lorena Vasquez's nails,

the tiny remnants of saliva
on her neck,

the stray hairs on her body...

they all belong to the late
Reynaldo Cerrera.

Did you ever heard of that?
A ghost leaving DNA behind?

No, I can't say I have.

I think I'm going to have
to withdraw

the charges against Ramirez.

The only question is, who do I
file them against, a dead man?

I'm sorry. I feel like I've
really let you down on this one.

Well, it's not you.

Something crazy happened
at that house that night,

and maybe we'll never
really know what.

Listen, would it be possible
for me to go out there?

Well... it's a crime scene.

I'm sure the police
are still there.

Just mention that you're with
my office.

Why?
What are you thinking?

I don't know.
It seems like

everyone's running into
that ghost but me.

Maybe it's time
I made a house call.

You, uh, looking for
anything specific?

No. Just helpful to see
where it all happened,

soak it in.

WOMAN:
Okay if I use this phone?

You think it's okay
if I use this phone?

Yeah, I think
it's all right.

Thanks.

CERRERA:
It's a safe room.

A panic room.

See this phone?

It connects only
to one person.

My brother.

There's enough food
and water to live in here

for almost two weeks
without having to come out.

And if anyone manages to get in
the house, you'll see them

on one of these TV screens.

See this?

( tapping on
structure )

Eight inches thick.
No bullet can get through

the door or the walls.

Plus, no one--

and I mean no one in the world--
knows about it.

The man who designed it
and built it for me,

he met with an unfortunate end
shortly after finishing it.

( laughs )

But I don't get it, baby.

Why are you showing me this?

I got a lot of enemies.

And I'm going to prison
for a very long time

and maybe never coming back.

I want to know that if someone
tries to get to me through you,

you've got somewhere safe to be
until help is on the way.

( gasps gently )

Well, actually I did make
contact with a ghost.

It just wasn't Cerrera's.

Well, what would you like me
to do?

Should I send backup? Do you
need more cops down there?

No, actually, I was hoping to
persuade you to do the opposite,

maybe get everyone out of here.

SCANLON:
Freeze!

I know you're a ghost,
so this will sound silly,

but drop that briefcase and put
your hands on your head

or these men will gladly
kill you a second time.

( briefcase thuds )

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be

used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to counsel.

If you are unable to
retain counsel, counsel...

What is... what is Pancuronium
and Adenosine?

Pancuronium and Adenosine?

When injected in the right
combination,

they would stop both the lungs
and the heart,

but only for
a few seconds at a time.

Of course.

You only need a few seconds

to be pronounced dead.

Okay, so the trick would be

to find someone you really trust

to substitute the drugs
and administer them.

And suppose that people
in your organization

are holding
someone's little boy hostage.

Well, then you could trust that
they're gonna do what you want.

( sighs )
So that got you out the door.

How did you get to the drivers?

Come on. Tell me.

What do you have to
lose at this point?

( chuckles )

CERRERA: When someone makes
$40,000 a year

and you offer them a million to
give you a shot of adrenaline,

you can be reasonably assured
you're going to get your shot.

Well, then who did
the Medical Examiner examine?

Who did the Coroner perform
an autopsy on?

( gasping )

( coughs )

CERRERA: I don't know.
I couldn't tell you.

It's not like he had
a whole lot to say when we met.

MAYOR'S LIAISON: His Honor is
going to like this headline.

Well, good.

We aim to please.

Terrific.

This is so much better
for tourism

than a ghost on a killing spree.

I'm sure it is.

( elevator door shuts )

( sighs )

So, you want
to tell me about it?

About what?

This crime that happened
over a decade ago.

( gasps )
Oh...

What?

-Big date?
-( clears throat )

Fifth grade science fair.

You know what?

It's held for over a decade.

It'll hold one more night.

PRINCIPAL:
Make no mistake, parents--

these are our future
Thomas Edisons...

these are our future
Madame Curies...

Ariel?
Be still, honey.

What are you
looking for?

Sean.

I don't see him, and...
I don't see his mother.

...and the third place
ribbon

for the Annual Fifth Grade
Science Fair...

Well, I'm sure
they'll be here.

...is awarded to...

Ariel Dubois
and Sean Bertoni...

( joyful scream )

...for their extraordinary
rocketry diorama.

( screams )

Whoo!

Thank you.

And, um...

thank you from my partner Sean.

( applause )

( phone dialing )

RECORDING:
We're sorry, your call cannot

be completed as dialed.

Please check the number
and dial again.

Did you speak to his mother?

Is he okay?

Does he know I have his ribbon?

Uh, no, I didn't
speak to his mother.

I didn't speak to anybody.

Uh, their phone's been
disconnected.

What do you mean? Broken?

No.

Shut off.

That's what you do
when you move.

What do you mean?

Sean wouldn't have moved.

He just got here.

Honey, I-I think maybe he did.

At least... maybe
his mommy did, and...

Ariel...

I think he's gone.

Baby...

( sobbing ):
Mommy...

Mommy, why?

Why?

Define "irony."

Hmm.

Oh, you know.

Not steely. Not brassy.

Just kinda...

Irony. Got it.

Why don't you define "irony"?

Thinking a little
nine-year-old boy

is going to break
my daughter's heart...

and then discovering that
despite all my special gifts,

all my privileged knowledge,

I am still not smart enough
to see--

not smart enough to know--

that... it's actually
destined to be me...

me that's going to break
my daughter's heart.

She's so sad, Joe.

She's so upset.

And it's my fault.

Today.

It's your fault
it happened today.

But it's not your fault
it happened.

You're not that important.

And you know what else?

Her heart will heal.

It will.

I don't want
this anymore.

I want to give
all this special-ness back.

Hmm, doesn't work that way.

It's all part of
the Allison package.

And we're all
just stuck with it.

Thank God.