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( music fades up ):
* ...how you did me wrong *

* But I grew strong *

* And I learned how
to get along *

* And so you're back
from outer space *

* I just walked in
to find you here *

* With that sad look
upon your face *

* I should have changed
that stupid lock *

* I should have made you
leave your key *

* If I'd have known
for just one second *

* You'd be back to bother me *

* Go on, now, go,
walk out the door *

* Just turn around now, because
you're not welcome anymore *

* Weren't you the one
who tried to hurt me *

* With good-bye? *

* Did you think I'd crumble? *

* Did you think
I'd lay down and die? *

* Oh, no, not I *

* I will survive *

* Oh, as long as I know
how to love *

* I know I'll stay alive *

* I've got all my life to live *

* I've got
all my love to give *

* And I'll survive *

* I will survive, hey, hey *

( music continues nearby )

* And I learned
how to get along *

* And so you're back
from outer space *

* I just walked in
to find you here *

* With that sad look
upon your face *

* I should have changed
that stupid lock... *

What... What's the deal?

* If I'd have known
for just one second... *

Why didn't you wake me?

* Go on, now, go *

Guys?

* Walk out the door... *

It's ten after 7:00!

It's a school day.

* 'Cause you're not welcome
anymore *

Is that us?

* Weren't you the one
who tried... *

Is that coming from here?

Do you believe this?

Huh?

Why didn't you wake me?

-( music continues blasting )
-What?

Is that the neighbors?

* I will survive... *

Do you not hear that?

That song!

( song continues, muffled )

( normal volume )

( muffled )

( normal volume )

( muffled ): * And now
you're back from outer space *

* I should have changed
that stupid lock... *

No! I told you,
I'm not all right!

I've got a song in my head!

It's really hard to hear.

No, it's not an expression.

I have a real song in my head,

and it's loud,
and it's hard to hear.

What time is it?

* Did you think
I'd lay down... *

I got to get the girls
to school.

Okay, if you could take
the girls to school,

I will drive over
to the university,

and see if I can find
that Dr. Cardwell.

You know the one who helped me
with that train dream.

It's a song.

It-It's not like I can't see.

Just take the girls.

( song continues )

* Lovin' for someone
who's lovin'... *

* Turn around now,
'cause you're not... *

* Oh, no, not I *

* I will survive, oh... *

* So many nights thinking
how you did me wrong *

* But I grew... *

( music continues,
indistinct chatter )

* It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart *

* Kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart *

( song drowns out
woman talking )

* Just feeling sorry
for myself *

* I used to cry *

* But now I hold
my head up high... *

I'm sorry.

I'm not from around here.

* I'm not that chained up
little person *

* Still in love with you *

* And so you felt
like dropping in *

* And just expect me
to be free... *

* Welcome anymore *

* Weren't you the one who tried
to break me with good-bye? *

* Did you think I'd crumble? *

* Did you think
I'd lay down and die? *

( song skipping ): * Oh, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no... *

( skipping continues )

( song skipping ): * Go on, now,
go... Go on, now, go... *

* Go on, now, go...
Go on, now, go... *

( skipping continues ): * No,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no... *

* Go on, now, go...
Go on, now, go... *

* Go on, now, go...
Go on, now go... *

( skipping continues )

( song skipping ): * No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no...*

( song skipping ): * Go on, now,
go... Go on, now, go... *

* Go on, now, go...
Go on, now, go... *

( song skipping ): * No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no...*

* Go on, now, go...
Go on, now, go... *

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

* Go on, now, go...
Go on, now, go... *

( skipping continues )

* Go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go... *

( skipping continues,
vocals distort )

( music stops )

Oh, my God.

How do you spell it again?

Wedding: W-E-D-D-I-N-G.

Slower!

Bridgette, I'm doing something.

Mom.

Bridge, okay...

( sighs ):
Let's sound it out.

Wedding. Wed...

What does that start with?

I don't know.
Can't you just spell it?

( phone ringing, Allison sighs )

Joe, could you get that?

I think it's the District
Attorney's, and I'm all

greasy.

( phone ringing )

Great job. We're going
to drive all the way

to Salt Lake City, so you can
wish Aunt Amanda happy weeding.

-Nuh-uh.
-JOE: Yeah, she's right here.

District Attorney Devalos
requesting a word.

-Hello?
-BRIDGETTE: No, I didn't.

I spelled it right.

Bridgette, you spelled it wrong.

Can you hold on a second?

BRIDGETTE:
Back off!

-You spelled it wrong.
-Nuh-uh.

All right, girls,
keep it down, huh?

Bridgette, come on,
you spelled it wrong. Look.

Shut up.

I'm back.

( distant chatter
over phone line )

Everything all right there?

Ah, you talking
about that blissful silence?

-Girls, hey!
-Isn't it wonderful?

( sighs ):
Well, if you say so.

I'm just calling
to give you an update.

Forensics is still examining
the music player you brought in.

The blood does appear
to be Isabel Navarro's.

We canvassed her dorm,
talked to about 30 students.

Turns out she's only been
missing since yesterday.

Very religious girl.
She went to mass Sunday morning,

had lunch with two friends,
then she went for a run.

No one has seen her since.

So, really she's been missing
less than 24 hours.

Exactly.

She probably wouldn't even be
on our radar yet

if you hadn't stumbled
across that iPod.

Hmm. Well,

we're gonna find her
before Friday.

Well, that's great, but, uh,

how can you be so sure?

Because Friday morning

I am going to Salt Lake City

with Joe and the girls.

Leave on some family trip
somewhere, right?

It's very exciting.

Joe's sister is getting married
for the third time.

Well, practice makes perfect.

( chuckles )

Hi.

Where's Daddy and Bridgette?

Huh? Oh, she needed a time out.

What? Why?

She doesn't respond well
to criticism.

Criticism or sarcasm?

Hey, what's that?

-What?
-That banner.

Click on that.

This Web site has
airline tickets

from Phoenix
to Salt Lake City for $99.

Joe! Joe!

Secret confession?

The thought

of being in that car
with the kids

for ten hours driving
to Salt Lake City... Ugh!

ALLISON:
I like planes.

Planes are fast!

Nobody fights about who's going
to roll down their window,

or where we're gonna stop
for lunch.

( sing-song ):
* I like planes. *

Somebody's giddy.

Guess what I like.

Hey, guess what I like.

Planes?

( giggling )

( birds singing )

( engine sputtering )

Come on, don't do this.

( bell dings )

( starter grinding )

Come on, not here, not now.

( birds singing )

( sighs )

( birds singing,
wind howling )

( wind howling eerily )

( loud gasping )

You want me to cancel
the tickets?

( sighs )

I mean...
I'm not sure if I can.

I don't know if they'll let me.

Frankly,
I don't really want to.

Look, look, look, let's just,

can we talk
about this dream for a second?

I mean, it's not like
you were on the plane.

If I understood you correctly,
in this dream,

you were standing
on the ground.

Have I got that right?

( sighing ):
Yeah.

Okay, then.

You know at the end of the day,
I'm gonna do what you want.

I'm just not sure that it makes
sense to be afraid of flying

if you're standing on the ground
and a plane falls on you.

I mean, you might never

want to walk down
a country road again...

Are you making fun of me?

Not on purpose, no.

Most people, you'd say,
sleep on it.

-( chuckles )
-( sighs )

Can we see how you feel
at the end of the day?

( device beeping )

Copying anything important?

A Happy Weeding card.

( laughs )

Supposed to be Happy Wedding.

My daughter wanted me
to fix it,

so I thought I'd try to copy it
and cut and paste...

It's not important.

Uh, do you need me?

Señor Navarro.

Esta la señora
de quien hable.

Allison Dubois,

this is Jorge Navarro,
he's the father

of the young woman,
whose music player

you found yesterday.

And this is Father Santiago,

he's the priest at
Isabel's parish...

-Thank you.
-No.

There's no reason to thank me.

Really, I didn't do anything.

I-I just was going
to the doctor,

and I saw something
in the dirt...

My Isabel?

She's a good girl,
a good student.

When she didn't call me Sunday
night, I called the police.

I told them, "You have to look
for my baby,"

but they said "Wait."

They wouldn't even
start looking.

Not until you
found her radio...

The Navarros have been
a part of our parish

as long as I can remember,
ever since Jorge here came

to this country 14 years ago.

We're all praying that Isabel
is returned to us very soon.

Anything you need,

meeting rooms,
volunteers for search parties,

our church stands ready.

We appreciate that.

We hope, of course,
it's not necessary,

but we do appreciate it.

Señor... estamos haciendo
todo lo que podemos

para segurar la vuelta
de su hija, okay?

Gracias.

Father, thank you
for bringing Mr. Navarro.

Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. District Attorney.

DEVALOS:
Un placer.

Thank you very much.

( skipping ):
* Weren't you the one...? *

Allison?

-* Weren't you the one? *
-Ms. Dubois, are you okay?

* Weren't you the one? *

( song stops )

Ms. Dubois?

DEVALOS:
Allison?

SANTIAGO:
Mrs. Dubois?

Yes. I'm sorry.

I don't know what
happened there.

I just went away
for a minute...

( chuckles )
But I'm back.

I'm fine.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm positive.

Señores?

He's involved in this.

Mr. Navarro?

Her father?

I'm talking about the priest.

Father Santiago?

I don't think so.

Allison, the man is

-a Catholic priest...
-You don't want

to hear what I have to
say on that subject.

Not to mention the fact

that he has a rock solid alibi
for the two hour period

-when Isabel went for her run.
-How rock solid?

He was teaching Bible class,
which means there's

at least 15 people that can
swear to his whereabouts.

And he's a Catholic priest.

I'm sorry, but that still
means something to me.

Well, I didn't mean
to offend you.

And we happen to live in a city
where it still means something

to a fairly considerable
proportion of the population.

And, lest you forget,
I'm an elected official.

So unless and until you have
something that trumps the fact

that he can prove
he wasn't anywhere near

where you found that iPod,

I'm going to let the good father
continue on his way.

JOE:
I'm sure he wasn't actually

angry at you.

I don't know,
he seemed pretty upset.

Well, come on, it is a fairly
outrageous assertion.

Why? He's just a man.

He's a priest, Allison.

He's a Catholic priest.

And if he's serious about his
faith, he's made some

fairly extraordinary sacrifices
to serve his fellow man.

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

There was nothing vague about
the sensation I experienced

-when I shook his hand.
-I'm sure, but does that mean

that he's the one who took her?

Couldn't there be some other
explanation for that?

Like what?

I don't know.

Maybe he knows something,
maybe...

maybe she's not the girl

that we think she is.

Maybe she said something to him.

Maybe she told him she
was going to run away.

She hated school, she hated
trying to please her father.

Come on, if she ran away,
he would tell her dad.

He'd let somebody know.

He'd have to talk to the police.

-He'd have to.
-I don't know, Al.

People tell priests
lots of things.

They got to keep
a lot of secrets.

I don't know.

Well, maybe somebody else
told him something.

I mean, come on, here's
a guy who, every day,

hears people pour out
their worst behavior

in the hopes of being cleansed.

That's what confession is.

It's a large part
of what he does.

I'm just saying that there
may be another reason

you reacted as strongly
to him as you did.

I think, at the very least,
you owe him a conversation.

BRIDGETTE:
Mommy.

Baby, what are you doing up?

( whining ):
I had a bad dream.

Oh, no.

Come here, stinkbug.

Come here.

It's good talking to you.

( church bell tolling )

( tolling continues )

MAN: Forgive me,
Father, for I have sinned...

WOMAN: Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned...

( voices overlapping )

MAN: Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I hate my brother...

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned...

( overlapping continues )

MAN: I saw something I wasn't
supposed to be...

WOMAN:
And I don't know what to do.

( dense overlapping continues )

( overlapping continues )

-( sharp click )
-( confessions stop )

SANTIAGO: May God, who has
enlightened every heart,

help you to know your sins
and trust in his mercy.

Amen.

-Hello?
-Hello.

Um, I'm sorry, I didn't know
anyone was over there.

I'm very sorry.

It's okay, this is a church.

Everyone is welcome here.

Would you like to
make confession?

Uh... to be honest...

uh, I don't know.

Have you received Communion?

I... I'm not Catholic, Father.

A-ha.

Well, that does pose
a bit of a problem.

I can't actually offer
confession to someone

who hasn't, uh...

Oh... I-I-I understand.

I'm so sorry.

I think I'm just going to...

But I'm happy to listen.

Excuse me?

I can't offer you absolution,

but clearly there's
a reason you came here.

I mean, you're not in the habit

of visiting strange
churches, are you?

There must be
something on your mind,

something that drew you here...

I've heard everything,
I promise.

You can't shock me.

Well...

( sighs )

the thing is...

( clears throat )

Someone came to me.

He did a horrible thing, he...

put a young woman I know
in a dangerous position,

maybe even killed her.

I know all about it,

but I can't tell anyone.

Wh-What do you mean?

Of course you can.

( sighs )

I-I don't think so.

I'm a priest.

( sighs )

Miss...

Isn't that the way it works?

Maybe you were right.

Maybe you should go.

No, no, Father Santiago!

I'm someone who understands

the horrible position
that you're in.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about
Isabel Navarro.

You know something.

Something that
you're not telling.

Young lady,
if you are suggesting

that I may have heard something
during confession

about Isabel Navarro...

-I'm not suggesting...
-There's nothing I can do.

As a fellow priest,

I'm sure you know the seal
of confession can't be broken.

Not even if it could save
a girl's life?

No...

not even for that.

But that can't be the answer.

That can't be right.

Miss... when someone
confesses to me,

they're not talking to me.

They're talking through me,
directly to God.

God offers them forgiveness,
not me.

I can't betray that.

Not for any reason,
even for the life of a girl.

Well, what if you didn't
have to say anything?

What if you just
had to think it?

You just had to think about him.

You just have to think
about what he said.

What would be the point
of that?

Well, the point of that
might be...

that it's possible that I...

that I could hear your thoughts.

Glory be to the Father,

and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit.

-As it was in the beginning...
-Father?

...and ever shall be,
world without end. Amen.

No, Father! Father, please!

I'm going to leave you
my phone number.

Call me. Maybe we can figure out
a way we can help this girl.

( latch clicks )

Please.

( door closes )

( sighs )

Aw, I got to get up at
5:00, get into work early.

I'm behind on the McCarthy thing

and if we're still
gonna leave on Friday...

We're still gonna leave
on Friday.

By whatever conveyance.

We're flying,
we're flying, we're flying.

Excellent.

And I promise not to make you
walk down any country roads.

Oh, shoot!

Was it something I said?

I'll be right back.

( dialing )

Honey, it's 11:20.

I know.

Do you still think
he's really gonna call?

I don't know.

It's just, she's still
out there, Joe.

I just can't give up.

( wind whistling )

( wind continues whistling )

Joe!

( mumbles ):
Joe...

I had another bad dream.

Where's Daddy?

He had to go to work early.

You okay?

Hi.

It's the chicken delivery man.

Anybody home?

Hi.

No hi?

Hi!

What's the rush?

-Gettin' ready!
-Gettin' ready?

( door slams shut )

For what?

Hey, someone's
all nice and clean.

Do I have to go?

Well, what are
you talking about?

-Go where, babe?
-Church.

-Church?
-Church.

Mommy says we're
going to church,

and it's not even our church.

All of us.

And I don't want to go.

It's Wednesday.

Can't I just go to Claire's?

Church?

Church?

What?!

-Church!
-( hair dryer shuts off )

I just heard a vicious rumor

that the Dubois family
is going to church.

I thought it'd be nice.

They're having a prayer vigil
for Isabel Navarro at 6:30.

We'll be back before dark.

What could be the harm?

I see.

And being good Catholics

and close personal friends
of Isabel's,

you thought we'd all go
and offer our prayers?

Oh, that's right,

we're not Catholic...

and none of us have ever met
the woman.

Could there be
some other purpose in all this?

You're not hoping

to coax something
out of the good Father, are you?

Well, I just thought if
we met face to face...

The man took a vow.

And so did you.

Wear the blue, please?

I would like to thank

everyone who spoke tonight,

everyone who offered
their prayers.

This is an anxious moment
for all of us who know Isabel.

This is also an anxious time
for anyone who believes in God,

because we must
somehow reconcile

the fear that consumes us,
the anger that grips us,

and the sadness that fills us up

with the faith we have all
been taught will see us through.

And I know what you're thinking,
Mr. Navarro.

You're thinking,
"It is easy for you

"to speak of faith.

You do not have
a daughter to lose, Father."

And you would be right.

I will never know the love
that a parent has for a child.

In fact, the only love I know
that might come close...

is my love for God.

My love for God
is all consuming...

and yet, I pledge to you...

and pledge to the man
who took away our Isabel...

if you do not come forward,

if you do not return
our Isabel...

...if you do not put an end

to this interminable

suffering and sadness...

I cannot promise you that
I will not betray my vows...

Oh, my God.

( whispering ):
What, babe?

He's talking to him.

...betray my God and do

all that I can
to find you...

Talking to who?

to unmask you...

to see that you suffer...

as Isabel has suffered...

as her father has suffered...

-Al, sit down.
-...as everyone who knows Isabel

has suffered.

He's talking to him. He's here.

Who's here, Mommy?

Mommy, sit down.
Everybody's staring.

And now,

let us take a moment,

rise... and offer each other

the sign of peace.

Thank you.

Gracias.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.
Thank you for coming.

Thank you for coming.

May God be with you.

He was here, wasn't he?

He was right here,
right in front of you,

right in front of us,

and you let him
walk out the door.

You're the woman
in the confessional.

You work for
the District Attorney.

But you leave me
your phone number,

you claim that you can read
my thoughts if I let you?

Is this a new form of forensics

I haven't read about?

As I said before,
God be with you.

Well...

who will be with Isabel?

Rest assured,
God will protect Isabel.

Well, maybe God wants
us to protect Isabel.

Maybe you and I are the way.

No, not yet.
Not today, we're not.

I don't understand.
You said you would do it.

You said you would tell.
I heard you.

You were talking
to him up there,

threatening to break your vow.

Please! Help me!

Just tell me who he is.

I can't. Not yet.

First, we must
let God do His work,

to hear our prayers.

That is faith.

There's no time.

There's always time.

And then, if God lets us down,
which he won't,

then I suppose it's time
for vengeance.

I don't care about vengeance.

I just want to find her.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Just let me into your head.

Just let me see who he is.

May God be with you.

Father.

Father, when you sleep,
do you dream?

Of course I do. Everyone dreams.

Good. So do I.

So, what did he say?

I got a lot of eye rolling
and a lecture about faith.

Sorry.

Hey, you know what conversation
we never finished?

I want to drive
to Salt Lake City.

All right.

Fine. It's just that, I mean,

it's like we don't control
our lives anymore.

We plan a trip,
you dream a dream,

we can't go.

What happens when
you have a dream

about Christmas,
going to the circus?

We'll be prisoners in the house.

Maybe, or maybe
we'll be happy at home,

having survived
some awful calamity.

So I gather

last night, you dreamt again?

I found your wallet...

in a debris field.

The plane was still smoldering.

Were you on the plane?

It's hard to say.

Why? I'd think
it'd be fairly easy.

Were you... burned, disoriented?

Were your clothes
or your skin singed?

No.

Then it sounds to me
like you weren't on the plane.

If you weren't on the plane,
you can't have been dreaming

about the trip
we're making Friday.

Joe...

Hey, Allison, no.

I am allowed--
in fact, I'm obligated--

to inject a little freaking
logic into this conversation.

For God's sake.

Do you have any idea
how far Salt Lake City is?

I mean, shoot me, but I don't
want to spend 11 freaking hours

-with three kids in a car!
-Well, I don't want my family

to die in a plane crash!

BRIDGETTE:
Wait a second.

Who's going to die
in a plane crash?

( sighs ):
Nobody, honey.

Nobody's going to
die in a plane crash.

I don't want to go on a plane
that's going to crash.

Trust me, Bridge,

planes don't crash... really.

Almost never.
They're amazingly safe.

Only people who are ignorant
or superstitious stay off planes

'cause they think
they're going to crash.

MAN ( over clock radio ):
The forecast:

plenty of sunshine through today
with seasonal temp...

( toilet flushing )

So...

Don't worry. No dreams.

Not a single ignorant,
superstitious one.

Oh.

-( phone ringing )
-Hey, make sure you guys give

these notes to your teachers

so they know why
you're not in school tomorrow.

I don't get it-- are
we driving or flying?

I can't keep it straight.

ALLISON:
We are flying.

Daddy and I talked about it,
and we're flying.

Al, Scanlon.

Good morning.

John Hammond.

Who? I'm sorry.

You ought to be. What kind
of psychic are you, anyway?

John Hammond's
the name of the man

who snatched Isabel Navarro.

Allison?

Oh, my God. How?

We caught a break.

Got a missing person's
report on him.

Turns out the guy
hadn't shown up for work

since the day
Isabel disappeared,

and he's a parishioner
at St. Brendan's,

so we sent a unit
over to the house.

Well, did you talk to him?

What did he say?

Well, you might have
better luck with that.

What do you mean?

He's dead, Allison.
Shot himself in the head.

Last night, it looks like.

Last night? After mass?

What about Isabel?

She wasn't there.

We're guessing wherever she is,
she's been for a while.

It's not looking
terribly promising, Allison.

I mean, maybe if we got
to him last night...

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Just let me know what happens.

I've got a trip to pack for.

( doorbell rings )

Just a second!

Good morning, Mrs. Dubois.

Really? I think that depends
on who you ask, Father.

He was right there, wasn't he?

I debated with myself
for a long time

about whether I
should come by or not.

I thought to myself,
if she can really do

what she claims she can do,
then she'll know how sad I am.

Know how sorry I am.

Know that...

I had no other choice.

Well, I do know all that.

But I don't think it matters
very much to Isabel Navarro.

I don't understand.

She is out there somewhere,

and we will probably
never find her.

And yet, you seem so calm.

I told you, I have faith.

Faith in God's wisdom.

Faith that you and the people
you work with will find her

if she's meant to be found.

Faith that everything will
happen the way it's supposed to.

I almost envy you.

I'm in here packing for my
family to go to a wedding,

and I keep thinking I should be
out there searching for her.

You want my advice?

Go to the wedding.

Thank you, Father,
but it's not what you think.

My husband's sister is getting
married for the third time.

I'm pretty sure
the reception is B.Y.O...

Doesn't matter.

Go to the wedding.

Whatever you say, Father.

I'm serious.

Weddings are beginnings.

They're hopeful.

Optimistic.

You don't want to miss that.

God is watching over

Isabel.

I hope so.

Have a good trip, Mrs. Dubois.

Thank you.

I'll try.

( chuckles )

Al, you get the bedroom windows?

ALLISON:
Yes, for the third time.

Okay, we got to go!

Takes at least 45 minutes

to get to the airport
and a half hour

-to get through security.
-I'm with you.

Where are you going?

Check the bedroom windows.

-I'm ready.
-Great.

Ariel, do me a favor.

Go get Bridgette.

Bridgette, come on!

I could've done that
myself, sweetie.

JOE:
Okay, I'll pack the car.

Where's Bridgette?

Is she in the bathroom
or something?

JOE:
Bridge, come on!

We've got to go!

Bridge?!

I'll get her.

Bridge? Come on, sweetie.

We can play hide and seek
at Aunt Tracy's, okay?

Honey, come on.

Bridge?

Bridge?

( sniffling )

( sighs )

Hey, sweetie.

I don't want to crash.

Honey, we're not gonna crash.

I explained that to you.

But I keep dreaming it.

The plane crashes into the dirt,

and then you end up

hanging from a tree,
all burned up.

I keep dreaming it.

What?

You never mentioned anything
about a tree.

Okay, that's it.

Everyone go to the bathroom.

We're driving.

What did you just say?!

We're driving.

Come on, it'll be fun.

I'm getting giddy
just thinking about it.

ARIEL:
Come on, let's go

get some CDs.

-Joe.
-I can count.

Two psychics
against one engineer.

It's no contest--
we're driving.

( Marie crying )

We got all the kids'
allergy stuff.

Something to remove
toenail fungus,

but no Tylenol.

Shh, oh, baby girl.

-( sighs )
-Shh. Shh. Shh.

She definitely
has a fever.

Of course, she does.

We're in the middle of nowhere,
five hours from home.

Of course, she has a fever.

( crying stops )

( whispering ):
What did you do?

( whispering ):
It's the power of prayer.

( chuckles )

( groans )

You know, I couldn't help it,
I called.

I checked on our flight.

It landed in Salt Lake
safe and sound--

five minutes early, in fact.

Okay.

It's always going to be
like this, isn't it?

Worrying about
what's gonna happen.

We have three kids.

We have a pretty great life.

I think worrying just comes
with the territory.

Dreams or no dreams.

( Marie crying )

Okay, enough is enough.

Sweetheart.

All right,
this girl has a fever.

I'm gonna go find
a drug store.

( engine sputtering )

( sputtering continues )

( engine stops )

( sighs )

( starter grinding )

( chuckles )

( presses button )

( to herself ):
Can you hear me now?

( beeping busy tone )

No.

ALLISON:
Hello?!

Hello!

Hello!

Anybody home?!

Oh, great.

( object crushing )

( mimics crashing sound )

( phone rings )

Hello? Joe?

( sighs )

No, I'm just happy to hear
your voice that's all.

Honey, the Jeep broke down.

I'm in a big white barn
right off Route 59.

Hold on a second.

Joe, I need you
to call the police.

No, I'm fine!

I think I found her.

-( knocking below )
-Yeah.

The Jeep's out on the road.

And then I need you
to call an ambulance.

Then I need you to call me back
and let me know

-that you got through.
-GIRL: Help! Somebody, help!

I'm coming to get you!

( grunts )

( grunts )

( latch clicks )

Okay. Shh.

It's okay, it's okay.

Okay. Shh.