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( security door buzzes )

Hi, again.

( chuckles )

Uh, I've been waiting to see
the director for 40 minutes now.

Do you have any idea how much
longer he's going to be?

I'm sorry, all I can say is
he does know you're here.

Well, I believe District
Attorney Devalos spoke with him.

He arranged for me to see one
of your patients at 9:30.

Ma'am, I understand
exactly what you want.

I understand exactly
why you're here.

But you're just going
to have to take a seat

until the doctor
comes down.

Well, maybe you could
just page him.

You know, I have already
called twice.

Now, there's really nothing else
to do but take a seat.

Look, you know what?

He's obviously
pretty busy today.

You all seem
pretty busy today.

So I think what I'm gonna
have to do for now is,

I'm just gonna leave,
and I'll call back tomorrow

and try to reschedule,
okay? Thanks.

I'm sorry, um, I think
I need you to buzz me out.

I think you really need
to take a seat.

Excuse me?

Come on, now, Beverly,
just take a seat.

You know, let's not
go through this all over again.

I'm sorry,
go through what again?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

My name isn't Beverly.

Could you just open the door?

Okay, obviously we've had
a huge misunderstanding here.

You know the Day Room
rules, Beverly.

You've been asked
to take a seat-- take a seat.

I am happy
to take a seat,

but perhaps you could just call
the director and let him know

that Allison Dubois--
not Beverly--

-is here to see him.
-We're happy to make that call,

Beverly, if you'll
just come with us.

What? What?

-Hey! Get off me!
-Beverly.

-How dare you!
This is a mistake! -Calm down.

-Beverly. Don't... Beverly.
-I'm Allison Dubois!

-I'm here to see the director!
-Beverly, calm down.

Let me go!

Please don't do this!

Please!

I'm not a patient!
Please don't...

Please don't do this.

Please! Please!
I'm not a patient!

Please...
( muffled speaking )

Now, try to relax
now, Beverly.

This will only hurt
for a moment.

( muffled yelling )

( electrical buzzing )

( screams )

( panting )

( toilet flushes )

JOE:
Thank God you're up.

Um, you know if we have
any more aspirin?

What? Aspirin?

Um...

I-I... think there's some
in the kids' bathroom,

some chewables.

Why?

My head's killing me.

( sighs ):
Oh, tell me about it.

Mom!

I think we're
out of milk.

I just bought some last night--
look again.

Here.

JOE: 10:00 should be fine
for the McMillan meeting.

Yeah. Just make sure

that Mike and Steve know.

All right, what'll it be,
yogurt or cereal?

Yogurt with cereal
on top.

And you, milady?

-Breath mints.
-Well, that

is not an option, so try again.

Oh, yogurt.

Okay.

( doll voice ):
Let's go shopping.

Aren't you a little old
for dolls?

-Ariel.
-The box said,

"For ages

five and up."

-So?
-So, I'm ages

-five and up.
-You don't act like it.

Ariel.

JOE: Okay, I'll...
All right, I'll see you soon.

DOLL:
I like to color.

JOE:
Okay.

How's your headache?

Any better?

JOE: Much. I may never take
grown-up aspirin again.

Mommy... Bridgette's
taking breath mints

out of your purse.

Aren't you
a little old

to tattletale?

Bridgette.

You,

finish your yogurt;
you, stop taking things

out of my purse
without asking. Got it?

Got it.

All right, put
those mints down.

Finish your yogurt.

The Mommy Express is leaving
for school in ten minutes.

I.D. badge?

( scanner beeps )

( sighs ):
Bridgette.

( laughs ):
It seems...

my seven-year-old's
made off with it.

But I do have my
driver's license, though.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't let
you through without your badge.

Come on, you know me.
I'm here almost every morning.

I understand, ma'am,
but without your badge,

I can't let you through.

Why don't you just give
your office a call,

have them phone down
to Security

and put your name
on the visitors list?

Oh, Bridgette,
not my cell phone.

Okay, is there a pay
phone or something?

Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry,
I'm expecting a call.

Okay, well... I just
have to call upstairs.

It'll just take a second.

( phone rings )

Hello?

No, no, no.
Don't-don't hang up.

Just... just talk to me.

Do you have the baby?

Of course. I'll meet you
anywhere you like.

Just-just promise me
that you won't hurt her.

Hi. I'm sorry, I don't
mean to be a bother,

but I'm late for an
important meeting.

Is there any way you could
use your security phone

to call the District Attorney's
Office and get me cleared?

I would really

appreciate it.

( sighs )

-What's your name?
-Allison Dubois.

Thank you.

Ma'am?

I'm afraid they don't
know you up there.

-What?
-The District Attorney's Office.

They said there's
no one by the name

of Allison Dubois
on their staff.

Well, that's not possible.

-Who did you talk to?
-Ma'am...

-I'm sorry, could you just
try again? -I'm sorry, ma'am.

I was violating procedure
calling the first time.

No, I know, but maybe if
you let me talk to them...

I'm sorry, ma'am,
you're just gonna have

to go home
and get your badge.

This is ridiculous.

Please don't raise
your voice, ma'am.

( loudly ):
I'm not raising my voice!

I am trying to get
into my office.

Do you have a problem here?

-Well, kind of.
-She claims she works

in the District Attorney's
Office and forgot her badge.

But when
I called upstairs,

they claimed
they didn't know her.

It's just a misunderstanding.

Do you have
an I. D. badge, ma'am?

Yes. But apparently,
I left it at home.

Well, I think
the only thing to do, then,

is to go back home
and get it.

( chuckles )

You're right.

I'll just drive home and get it.

Appreciate it, miss.

And would you mind if we
escorted you back to your car?

You know, this really
isn't necessary.

I think I can find my own car.

( gasps )

My car is gone!

Now, are you sure
this is where you parked it?

Yes! Yeah!
Yes, I'm sure!

This is my spot.

I park right here every day.

Right next to this red truck.

Why are you looking at me
that way?

-My-my car has been stolen.
-Yes, ma'am.

So how do you want
to do this?

You want to fill
a report out now,

standing here in the middle
of the parking lot?

Or would you like us to run you
home, so you can get your badge

and whatever else you need,
and fill it out

in your office
when you get back?

Yes.

Yes, please, if you could
run me home and back.

( indistinct police radio
transmission )

Thank you.

Problem?

( nervous laugh )

My key isn't working.

Are you sure
you live here?

What kind of question is that?

Of course I live here.

I've lived here for nine years.

Can I help you?

I don't know.
Can I help you?

What are you doing in my house?

-Officers...
-Don't talk to them,

talk to me!

What are you doing in my house?

Sorry to
bother you.

Do you know
this woman?

Does this woman
live here, ma'am?

No. I'm sorry, I've never
seen her before in my life.

She's lying!

This is preposterous!
This is my house!

Go ask my neighbors,
go inside,

-go look at my things.
-Sorry to have

bothered you, ma'am.

-( baby crying )
-Our mistake.

This is my house!

My children live in this house!

My husband lives in this house!

This is my house!

You have to believe me!

You have to help me!

We do believe you,
and we do want to help you.

( screaming ):
Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it, please!

Listen to me!

You're making
a terrible mistake!

( gasping )

Welcome back, Beverly.

That'll be all,
gentlemen.

Thank you.

Try to relax
now, Beverly.

Why do you keep calling me that?

'Cause it's your name.

No. My name is Allison.

Allison Dubois.

Please...

I need to call my husband.

You mean Joe?

How do you know that?

We've been at this

for how long now, Beverly?

Eight months?

Nine?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I have never been here before.

You know, I understand

the allure of
"Allison Dubois."

I do.

I understand
why you want to be her.

She has a loving husband,

three beautiful children,

an exciting career.

But we have to
confront the fact

that Allison Dubois
isn't real,

and that the deeper
you lose yourself

in the fantasy
of her life,

the less likely you are to ever
find any sort of true happiness.

Now, what year is it?

Excuse me?

The year.

Beverly,

I'd like you to tell me
what the year is.

2005?

This is the 12th
of June, 1959.

( sobbing )

I don't understand.

The only thing

you need to understand

is there's a very real world

out there

and it's just waiting for you.

The sooner you accept that...

the sooner you let go
of Allison,

the sooner you're going
to get better.

Oh.

( toilet flushes )

JOE:
Thank God you're up.

Um, you know if we have
any more aspirin?

( sighs )

Mom!

I think we're out of milk.

I got some last night.

Look again.

Here.

10:00 should be fine
for the McMillan meeting.

Just make sure that Mike
and Steve know.

( doll's voice ):
Let's go shopping.

ARIEL: Aren't you
a little old for dolls?

BRIDGETTE:
The box said,

"For ages five and up."

ARIEL:
So?

BRIDGETTE:
So... I'm ages five and up.

ARIEL:
You don't act like it.

JOE:
You okay?

Look like you just saw a ghost.

Wait, scratch that.

You look like someone who
isn't you

would look
if they saw a ghost.

Everything that just happened
here, I dreamt last night.

You glimpsed a future in
which you poured yogurt?

My God, stop her before
she dreams again.

I'm serious.

ARIEL:
Mommy.

Bridgette's getting
breath mints out of your purse.

BRIDGETTE: Aren't you getting
a little too old

to be a tattletale?

That, too?

I am awake, right?

Ow!

You're awake.
I'm dreaming.

ID badge?

Oh.

Can't... I can't seem
to find it.

But I'm sure if you call the
District Attorney's office...

Mrs. Dubois?

It's all right.

Just be sure and remember
it tomorrow, okay?

30 years, Arizona State
Correctional Facility.

It's a gift, Maggie.

Aw, I'm touched.

I hope you won't be hurt

when I try and return it
and get something better.

Margaret, your client
murdered his own parents.

He did it with a skilsaw.

Then he went out to dinner
with some friends

and used his father's
credit card to pay the bill.

There is nothing better.

Now, you know, ordinarily
I'd agree with you.

But in this case, he wasn't
in his right mind

when he committed
those terrible acts.

He didn't know
what he was doing.

And under the law...

Please.

What about when he buried
the bodies and scrubbed down

the house with bleach
to get rid of the evidence?

Was he in his right mind then?
Or his left?

Isn't he delightful?

He actually thinks
the person

who scoffs the most wins.

Whether you like it or not,
Manuel,

Timothy Kercher has

a severe dissociative
identity disorder.

In fact,
one of the leading psychiatrists

at the University of Arizona
is prepared to come to court

and to testify that

an alternate personality
was responsible

for both the crime
and the attempt to cover it up.

-Really?
-Both.

An alternate personality?

Hmm. I wonder which one stood
to inherit his parents' money.

Come on, Manny.

We both know how this
is going to go.

I'm going to trot out my expert

who says that the kid is
too crazy to stand trial.

And you're going to trot out
yours that says he's not.

We're going to waste
a lot of money

and a lot of time

and a judge is going to appoint
somebody to break the tie.

Exactly.

Which is why I was hoping

you might be more receptive
to my offer.

Here's what I'm
prepared to do.

Let my staff and me interview
him one last time.

If we think that he's not
competent to stand trial,

I'll stipulate as
such to the court.

What are you up to?

Just trying to save us
both some time.

If we concur with your expert,
then Kercher will be remanded

to a psychiatric facility

for treatment inside of a week.

If not, you're no worse off than
when you walked in here.

Yeah, I'll, um, set up something
for this afternoon.

( chuckles )

I like her.

That makes two of us.

How long
has she been sick?

Found out
a few months ago.

Apparently there's
not much they can do.

That's awful.

Part of me actually hopes
that I'm wrong about Kercher

and we can
wrap this up fast.

Who knows,
maybe there are

alternative therapies
out there.

The sooner this is over,

the sooner she can
try and find some help.

It was like coming out
of a deep sleep.

Only I couldn't have
been sleeping,

because I was standing.

And I was breathing hard.

Like I'd just run ten miles
as fast as I could.

But that made no sense
because...

I was standing
in the middle of my living room.

At first I thought
I must be sick,

and so I started
to check my pulse.

And that's when I noticed...

the piece of scalp
on the back of my hand.

It must have been
my mother's

because the hair
was definitely blonde.

And when
I touched it,

it was still wet.

Still warm.

Like it hadn't
been there very long.

And that's when it hit me.

He'd done it.

He'd finally gone and done it.

DEVALOS: I'm sorry.
Who did what, Mr. Kercher?

Mr. Kercher?

Jack.

He hated my parents.

He's always hated
my parents.

He'd been threatening

to kill them
forever.

DEVALOS:
I see.

So where is Jack now?

Come on, now.

I know you know.

I know they told you
all about him.

You know exactly
where he is.

Well, no.
I'm sorry.

This is the first
I've heard of him.

He's here.

He's inside me...

listening.

He can hear
every word you say.

Really?

That's amazing.

It is.

So may I
speak with Jack?

No.

I'm sorry.

Jack's not speaking today.

It hurts when Jack talks.

Really, this will
just take a second.

No.

He won't do it.

It hurts.

Yes, it hurts--
I understand.

He said it hurts,
you fat, bald bastard!

Come here!

Come here! Come closer!

I'll rip your nose off!

I'll rip your ears off!

Come here!

Any one of you!

Come on!
Come on!

Quite a performance, huh?

I don't know... he seemed
pretty convincing to me.

You're saying that because
you sense something,

because you saw something?

No, not really.

It's just...
he genuinely scared me.

I did get
some numbers, though.

Couldn't tell you if they
make him a liar or not.

Just the same nine numbers
over and over again.

Seven-nine-six-zero-zero-
two-eight-oh-five.

Do you know
what they could mean?

Beats me.

Maybe it's Jack's
social security number.

Hang on.

I got to get back
to the office.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah, go.

Welcome back, Beverly.

( screaming )

Our proud founder.

Really?

He started all this?

Well, with a lot of help
and some government funding.

Oh, forgive me.
My name's Roger.

I'm a graduate student.

I'm doing my thesis
on the history of this place.

You know, I didn't mean
to startle you,

it's just nobody ever stops
to look at these pictures.

I thought maybe you escaped
from one of the wards.

( chuckles )

Afraid not, Roger.

I'm Allison.

I work with
the District Attorney's office.

And his name is?

Dr. Elliot Peterson.

Very highly regarded
in his day.

Of course, a lot
of what he did,

a lot of what he advocated,
we consider barbaric now,

but at the time...

That's strange.

This corridor looks
brand new.

That's because it is.

You're standing
in the new wing.

The old wing's
in the rear.

That's where Peterson
used to play

with the cutting edge
therapies of the 1950s.

Electroshock,
insulin-shock, ice baths.

Yes, it was a great time to be
young, free and mentally ill.

They were going to tear
all this down

back when they built
the new wing back in 1997,

but they ran out
of funding.

Lucky for me.

It's a treasure trove
of information for my thesis.

Well, this is it.

497 patient histories

detailing 28 years worth

of unintentional
psychiatric cruelty.

Pretty impressive, huh?

Sure is.

You ever run across a file
on a patient named Beverly?

Does this Beverly
have a last name?

Never mind.

She would have been a patient
of Dr. Peterson's

around July, 1959.

We have a Beverly Waller,
admitted November 3, 1958.

I think we have some
film on her

if you're interested.

Beverly Waller suffered
a nervous collapse

in the fall of 1958.

Separated from her
husband shortly thereafter,

but he sued for custody

of their eight-month-old
daughter and won.

Almost unheard of back then.

Patient fell into a deep

and unrecoverable
depressive state,

kidnapped her child

and apparently threw herself
and her infant daughter

off the Mayawoch Bridge.

Mom was rescued...

Child apparently drowned.

Beverly was committed here
shortly thereafter.

Thank you.

All right, you got
to say "roll 'em."

Roll 'em.

Please, you have
to let me out of here.

I have to pick up
my children.

PETERSON: You know you don't
have any children, Beverly?

Not anymore.

( sobbing ): You're wrong.
I have three of them.

They're probably wondering
where I am!

What year is it?

Why do you keep
asking me that?

Beverly, come on.

Just tell me
the year, please.

It's the year 2005.

And you know damn well
my name's not Beverly.

It's Allison.

Allison Dubois.

( film flapping )

She thought
she was you?

Not Joan of Arc,

not the Virgin Mary,
not Madam Curie,

but Allison Dubois
living in the year 2005?

She knew your name.

She knew all the
girls' names.

She knew
everyone's birthdays.

She named the street
we live on, everything.

Does that make me
a bigamist?

There's got to be some sort
of a logical explanation.

I know. I mean,

I keep going over
it in my head.

I mean, I know
it makes no sense,

but I can't help wondering

if maybe I had something
to do with this.

Allison, this woman
lived half a century ago.

How can you possibly have
anything to do with it?

I don't know.

Maybe when I was
dreaming about her,

I got into her head.

I projected thoughts
from the present

without realizing it.

Wait a second.

Now you're beaming
your brain waves

back in time? Come on.

I mean,
I don't think so.

Oh, forget it. You know what?

I'm just trying
to makes sense out of it.

I can't tell you
how eerie it is

to sit in a room

and watch someone
from before you were born

recite all the pertinent
facts of your life.

Speaking of which,
is my first wife still alive?

She died of amyloidosis in 1962.

Sounds grisly.

What is that, a brain thing?

It's a liver thing.

Uh-huh.

Genetic disorder.

Hey!

Hey. Hey, is that it?

Aren't you going to help me
figure out what to do?

What do you mean?
What is there to do?

I mean, a woman's dead.

There's no
bringing her back.

You're good, but
you're not that good.

Now let your husband
get some sleep.

The first Allison
always did.

( sighs )

( sobbing )

MAN: Beverly, I need you
to listen to me.

I need you to try
to understand.

This was never about me
trying to take Anna from you.

I would never keep you
from our child.

I know how much
you love her,

and I know that you would
never try to hurt her.

So, please,
just give her to me.

No!

Okay, okay,
just, just.

if you don't trust me,

then give her
to your sister.

WOMAN:
Please, Bev,

it's cold out here.

Let's just go back to the house,
talk this thing through.

Someday you'll understand
all this, Carol, I promise.

And someday, it will

all be clear.

-No!
-Beverly!

Oh...

Allison,

I didn't expect
to see you here today.

I just stopped by
to do a little research.

Any new progress
on the Kercher case?

We still haven't
been able to identify

that string
of numbers you saw.

Best guess is that
it's a bank account number.

Although it doesn't seem
to match up

with any of the accounts
in Kercher's name.

You going to be
around for a while?

I was just going
to do this one thing and go.

Not a problem.

If something changes,
I'll give you a call.

Hello?

Carol Waller Smith?

Carol Waller?

Are you the sister
of Beverly Waller?

Can I help you?

Well, I hope so.

I work for the District
Attorney's office in Phoenix.

My name is Allison Dubois.

So, you want me
to try and make sense

of something
that makes no sense...

Mrs. Dubois.

If that really is
your name.

That really is my name.

A mother isn't supposed
to want to kill herself,

let alone her own child.

And I loved my sister.

Do love my sister.

So ask me whatever you want.

Tell me about her breakdown.

Tell me about what happened.

Well, it was right...

after the birth
of her only child, Anna.

She started
having nightmares;

terrible dreams...

about her husband Walter.

In them,
he was... doing things.

Terrible things to Anna.

What happened?

I told her
to see a doctor.

She saw two or three doctors
and they all...

gave her something
to help her sleep.

And the more she slept...

The more she had
the nightmares.

And she became convinced

that she had to get Anna away
from Walter.

And that's when she left him.

She and Anna moved in
with my husband and me.

Did she ever tell anyone
else about her dreams?

Oh, a lot of people.

It didn't help at all.

Walter was so well liked
in our town.

He was a war veteran.

He was principal
of the junior high school.

He was a man people
looked up to.

So when the custody battle
started...

It all went Walter's way.

You know, in retrospect...

I think people wished

they'd taken my sister
a little more seriously.

She may have been crazy,

but she obviously knew

there was something really wrong
with Walter.

What do you mean?

I would have thought
you'd known.

Several years after
Beverly's passing,

a parent at Walter's school
marched into his office

and shot him to death.

Walter had been molesting
his little girl

since the sixth grade.

She's psychic, Joe,
just like me.

That's the answer.

Whoa, whoa, slow down.
Who's psychic?

Beverly Waller. She had a dream,

a vision that her husband

was going
to hurt their daughter.

That's why she tried
to get her away from him.

Okay.

And that's how she knew so much
about me,

about my life-- because she saw
it in her mind, in her visions.

But Al, she didn't just see you.

She said that she was you.

Exactly. I don't think she
understood what she truly was.

All these terrible images
kept popping into her head

and she didn't understand why.

When she tried to turn to others
for help,

tried to tell them
what she was seeing,

they told her she was crazy.

And I guess after a while,
she believed them.

Al, we're talking
about a murderer here,

somebody who took the life
of her own child.

I know.

I think... I guess that
she became convinced

that killing Anna was preferable
to whatever torture

she saw her husband inflict
every night in her dreams.

I still don't get it.

Don't get what?

All right, I understand now

how Beverly Waller knew
all about our lives

back in 1959.

Can you please tell me
why she was dreaming

about you in the first place?

Or for that matter, why you're
dreaming about her now?

Allison?

I have no idea.

DR. PETERSON:
Today is July 17, 1959...

JOE:
Did I miss the previews?

I don't think we're getting
any reception in here.

I'm worried
if the girls wake up,

they're not going to know

where we are.

One can only hope.

I'm kidding.

I told them where we were.

They're all out
of popcorn.

BEVERLY:
Mornings are the hardest.

( sighs )

That's when I miss them
the most.

PETERSON:
Who?

That's what she looks like?

Excellent.

Shh!

Joe... the girls...

The mad dash to get everyone
out of the house...

to work...

to school...

You'd think it would become
routine, but it never did.

It was always chaos, and...

it was always wonderful.

PETERSON: So, you're a woman
from the future

trapped in the year 1959.

Is that honestly what
you expect me to believe?

Frankly, Doctor, it doesn't
matter what you believe.

It only matters
what she believes.

She's the only one that matters.

What the hell does that mean?

( film flapping )

( cell phone ringing )

( door opens )

ALLISON:
Got it, babe.

( whispers ):
Here.

Hello?

DEVALOS:
Allison, I hope

I'm not calling too late,
but I have news.

News? We like news.

That series of numbers
that you saw

when you were speaking
with Timothy Kercher?

Turns out it is a bank account
belonging to a Dr. Elaine Doyle.

Doyle, Doyle, Doyle...

Why do I recognize that name?

Probably because you read

the same psych evaluation
that I did.

The psychiatrist
who diagnosed Kercher

with dissociative
identity disorder.

And would you care to guess

who transferred
a quarter of a million dollars

into her bank account
less than 24 hours

after she made that diagnosis?

Let me guess...

Don't tell me.

I see the initials
"T" and "K."

The good doctor was arrested
a few hours ago

and admitted to everything.

It turns out that Kercher

didn't just pay her
for the evaluation.

He paid her to coach him--
to teach him

how to mimic
the behavior of a person

with dissociative
identity disorder.

Does Maggie know yet?

Yeah, I just told her.
She's furious.

She's on the phone
with her client right now,

insisting he enter
a guilty plea.

Hopefully, we'll be able

to hammer out a deal
in the morning,

and she'll be able
to turn her attention

to taking care of herself.

She, uh...
just got off the phone.

I-I guess I'll see you
in the morning.

Okay.

( hangs up )

( laughs gently )

( sobbing ): Someday you'll
understand all this, Carol.

I promise!

Someday, it will all be clear.

( sobbing )

No!

CAROL:
Beverly...

( wailing sobs )

Allison?

( panting )

Well, that's $29.99
well spent.

( sighs )

She didn't kill
her baby, Joe.

This thing ran on two
"D" batteries, honey.

-She absolutely killed it.
-Not Bridgette.

Beverly.
She was holding a doll

the night she threw herself
off the bridge.

I'm sorry.
What?

She needed everybody to believe
that Anna was dead,

so that nobody would ever go
looking for her,

so that her father could never
get his hands on her.

She was crazy, all right.
She was crazy like a fox.

She knew exactly
what she was doing,

right down to being sure

that she had witnesses
for the big jump.

The only thing I don't think
she counted on was...

surviving it.

But once she did,
she had to stick to her story.

She had to let
the rest of the world think

she'd killed her own kid,

so that no one would try
and find her.

So, she spent the rest of her
life in an institution.

Even though she wasn't
the least bit insane.

So, maybe the reason

you've been
dreaming about her...

the reason
that she claimed

to be you when she was
in that hospital...

maybe you're supposed to...
to help clear her name,

tell the world
that she's not a killer.

No, no, no.

All Beverly ever cared about
was her baby.

All she ever wanted to do
was to protect her.

She would only be
reaching out to me

if-if her daughter needed help.

The daughter she stashed away
so well

that no one even knew she
existed for 46 years?

A woman who could be anywhere
in the world right now?

Great. Well, tracking her down
should take only, what?

Another 46 years.

Give or take.

WOMAN:
Mrs. Dubois?

Mrs. Dubois?
Over here.

Mrs. Fulsom, are you okay?

Yeah, more or less.

I just started feeling nauseous
all of a sudden.

Can you move?

Probably not
without throwing up.

Okay, uh, wait here.

I'll go get some help.

No, no, no, no, no.

Actually, I'd rather
you didn't do that.

The last thing I want
is some big scene

in the garage of
the District Attorney's office.

Are you sure?

Okay, I'll make a deal with you.

If it doesn't pass,
then you can go get somebody.

But for now,

I'd just like you to...

sit with me.

Okay.

( car door shuts )

( sighs )

No, no, no, no, here.
Let me get that.

Here, it's okay.

( coughs )

What I have isn't catching...
if you're wondering.

No, no, I'm not wondering.

It's hereditary.

I wish somebody
had told me

about that
when I was younger.

I wouldn't
have wasted

so much energy
being a control freak.

I'm sorry.

You know what the
worst part of it is?

I still can't spell
the stupid thing.

-( chuckles )
-No, I'm serious.

If you're gonna
drop dead of something,

you should at least be
able to spell it, right?

I would think so.

( sighs )

I feel always compelled
to add the extra "L."

"Amyloidosis:

A-m-y-l-o-i...

( sing-song voice ):
d-o-s-i-s."

It's a liver condition, right?

You've heard of it?

I thought that
was treatable nowadays.

( chuckles )
Nowadays.

I just mean...

in the past, there wasn't
much a person could do,

but today, I thought you could
address it with a transplant.

It could, in theory.

But, uh, apparently,
I'm a tough tissue match.

Well, what about your family?

A live donor could give you
a partial transplant...

I'm adopted.

Maggie...

what year were you born?

I know it's
a strange question,

but I think
it might be important.

1959.

( chuckles )

ALLISON: All right,
repeat after me, Bridge.

No baths.

BRIDGETTE:
No baths.

No haircuts.

No haircuts.

-No makeup.
-No makeup.

Okay, you may now
open your doll.

DOLL:
Let's go potty.

You know, dear,
if you just

buy them new ones,
they don't learn anything.

I know.

But if she hadn't left
the old one in the tub...

I figure I owed her one.

So, how did that
Maggie person take it

when you told her that
she was really Anna Waller?

Well, she didn't
believe me at first.

Till I brought her to meet
Carol Waller and her family.

And now the Wallers have met
their long-lost kin,

I'm sure they're just lining up

to give this perfect stranger
a piece of their livers.

Well, actually,
three of them offered

to get tested to see
if they're a match.

Yeah, but what are
the chances of...?

* Birds singing
in the sycamore tree... *

They're all going to
match, aren't they?

( chuckles )

* Dream a little dream of me *

( sighs )

* Say "nighty-night"
and kiss me *

* Just hold me tight
and tell me you'll miss me *

* While I'm alone
and blue as can be *

-* Dream a little dream of me *
-DR. PETERSON: Beverly?

Beverly, did you
hear what I said?

No.

I'm sorry.

I was a million miles away.

I was just saying
I think we've made

a great deal of progress today.

I agree, Doctor.

A great deal of progress.