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( '80s pop music playing )

Okay... so who wants
to be the medium?

Oh, come on, guys, someone has
to call the dead out to play.

Suzannah?

Knew it, chicken.

( chuckles )

Katie?

I don't know.

I mean, it's your house.

It's your idea.
It's your everything.

Hey, I'm trying
to be polite.

Allison?

Hey, I thought we were going
to go to the Safari Hotel,

crash the pool.

No, uh-uh,
not tonight.

I made an important
decision.

I need the dead to
tell me if I'm doing

the right thing.

Fingertips on, everybody.

Spirits from beyond,
we welcome you.

They're here.

You're moving it.

Bite me.

Tell me, kind spirits,

is tomorrow the perfect day
for me to pack up my car

and head
for California?

-California?
-KATIE: Are you insane?

You can't do that.

-What about your mom?
-You're not really going

to leave in the middle
of senior year.

I got this two days ago.

Playboy?

What? I'm 18.

Back at Easter, I borrowed
Danny Brown's Polaroid,

and I stood
in front of the mirror,

and I took naked pictures
of myself,

and I sent them in.

Lyla!

And they want to meet me.

"While it is difficult to tell
from these pictures

"whether you are
actually Playboy material...

-( laughs )
-"if you are ever

"in Southern
California,

please feel free to..."

That's three things.

It's the ad I answered
from the modeling agency

about the car shows
and conventions,

this letter, and there's
that guy that I met

from L.A. at Pilgrim's
who said

they're always looking
for game show contestants.

I just...

I think it's a sign.

I think it's where I have to go.

Don't do this.

Well, what else
am I going to do?

I hate this place.

I'm not college material.

And besides, my mom's got
this new boyfriend,

and it's getting weird.

He keeps looking at me funny.

I wish you'd at least
wait till graduation.

Why? What do I need
a diploma for?

I just...
I want my life to start.

I don't want to wait.

Why does everybody look so sad?

I'm excited.
I want to celebrate.

Fine. I'm excited.
Anything to get out of here.

Hey, you have your fake I.D.?

We could go to Pilgrim's.

Yeah, my purse
is in the kitchen.

They mock the dead with
that game, you know.

LYLA:
Ally, let's go!

I know the answer...

the answer to
her question,

and it's not pretty.

Do you want to
know the answer?

I want you to go away.

I want you to leave me alone.

( wind whistling )

( gasps )

( sighs )

Something coming in
off the desert.

Did I wake you?

No, I'm fine.

I'm just...
Just a dream.

( sighs ):
Was it a bad one?

No.

Not really a dream.
It was...

Well, I dreamt it,
but it was more of a memory,

something that happened
a long time ago.

Nothing important.

Just a memory.

A rerun. What a rook.

( gasps )

Something I said?

What time is it?

5:47.

A.M.

You probably
haven't noticed,

but everyone else
in the house...

in the world,
is sleeping.

And, I mean, speaking
only for myself,

I think they're
on to something.

I'm sorry,
I suddenly realized

that this has been
on my to-do list

for the last 18 years.

And it can't wait

for another
hour and a half?

( laughs softly )

We drove backwards
down the Arizona Pike one night.

Well, she drove.

I just sat in the front seat
and screamed.

That is crazy.

We ran naked through the middle
of the Boy Scout Jamboree

in Prescott at Easter.

I always wanted
to be a scout.

We did a lot of other things
I'm not telling you about.

Huh.

Yeah, she was pretty
out there.

So, wait a sec.

What happened to her?
Where is she now?

I don't know.

She just up and drove
to California one day.

I tried to write her
a couple of times.

But to be fair,
my address changed.

I had a lot going on
in my life then, too.

College...

...and then you.

Me?

My very own
Boy Scout Jamboree.

( both laugh )

( knocking )

DEVALOS:
Allison, I'd like you to meet

Councilman
Stuart McCallister.

( thunder rumbling )

The Councilman has come to me
with a personal problem,

and Detective Scanlon
and I thought

you might be able to help.

I'm, uh, trying
to locate someone,

and I'm told that you're,
uh, pretty good at that.

Well, I have my days.

So, who are you looking for?

My daughter.

SCANLON:
He hasn't seen her for a week.

She said she was going
to a movie and never came home.

I'm so sorry.

It's not the first time.

She's 19, and
the truth is,

according to the law,

she's free to do
what she wants.

Um, it's just that...

well, let's just say
she takes some pleasure

in associating with...

I-I think they're
rather unsavory people.

And she's been known
to indulge

in some fairly
risky behavior.

And if she can
embarrass her father,

the public servant,
at the same time,

well, all the more fun.

-Right.
-I explained to the councilman

that since,
as far as we know,

she's not breaking the law,
the best we can do

is find her and give her a nudge
towards home.

And that's all I'm looking for.

Now, I've given
the detective, uh, a list

of her friends--
at least the ones I'm aware of--

places I believe
she frequents.

Obviously, uh, everyone's
discretion would be appreciated.

We didn't tell him
anything about you.

Just, uh, that you're handy
at these sorts of things.

I'm happy to
do what I can.

Did you get any kind
of vibe off him?

( chuckles ):
He likes his movies dirty.

He's a politician.

Doesn't that come
with a hidden agenda

and a skeleton
in the closet?

I don't know,
I felt sorry for him.

The whole thing
sounded sad.

People ask me why
I don't have kids.

Come on,
you were a kid once.

Not me.

Came out just like this.

A few less clothes, maybe,

but basically
just like this.

( laughs )

I'll get to work on
this list of friends.

If I find anyone or
anything interesting,

I'll give you a call.

Who knows?

Maybe she'll just come
home all by herself.

Oh, wait, wait!

Actually, I need a favor.

I need you
to find someone for me.

She's an old friend

of mine from high school.

I haven't seen her in ages, but
she's been on my mind lately.

I'm guessing
she might be married,

so she might have
a different last name,

but that's the year
she was born--

the same as me-- and that's
the year she graduated.

We went to the same high school,
but really, that's all I have.

( dialing )

( beeping tones )

AUTOMATED VOICE: I'm sorry,
the number you have...

I'm sorry, the number
you have dialed has been...

...have dialed
has been disconnected,

and there is
no forwarding number.

( hangs up )

Uh, try Camelot Lane.

You don't have a Camelot Lane?

Oh, that's right.
There is no more Camelot Lane.

Hi, um, my name's Allison
Dubois, but back in high school,

my name was Allison Rolen.

I know it's been a long time,

but I just thought
I'd call and say hi,

um, and maybe see if you kept
in touch with Lyla Gallagher.

Anyway, I'd love to hear back
from you, catch up and all that.

My number's, uh, 602-555-0119.

Everyone unconscious
and accounted for.

No luck at all?

( mumbles ):
Nope.

Pretty pathetic, huh?

A psychic who can't find
no one or nothing.

( sighs )

Can I help you
find the bedroom?

( tires screeching )

( gasps )

( panting )

Al, hey, you okay?

I don't know.

Do we have earthquakes
in Phoenix?

-SCANLON: Hey.
-Hey.

I think I found a Lyla in Oregon
that fits our profile.

I wanted to talk
to you about that.

I found her.

Oh, my God!

I don't have all the details.

It's probably gonna be
another day or two

before I have the specifics,
but...

apparently, your friend drowned,
back in '89,

somewhere in Northern
California.

You okay?

How could I have been so wrong?

In my head, she's been alive
this whole time.

I'm sorry.

You know what?

I haven't seen her since 1987.

I'm not sure that I'm entitled
to be all that upset.

Does that mean I'm allowed
to bring up work?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

Well... there's still no word

on Cynthia McCallister.

No activity on
her credit cards,

nothing on
her ATM card.

Nobody's spotted
her car.

Her friends say they
have absolutely no idea

where she might
have gone

or who she might
have gone with.

I called the Councilman
and asked him

if it might be possible
to come over to the house,

see her room,
take a look around.

I'm on my way over now.

I was wondering
if you want to come with.

"No" is a perfectly acceptable
answer, by the way.

Actually, I'd like that.

Cynthia's room is
right down this way.

( birds singing )

Guess you'd know best
if any of her stuff was missing.

WOMAN:
Everything is still there.

And her suitcases are right
where she always keeps them.

This room been cleaned
since she left?

Carpets vacuumed,

sheets washed?

I didn't know.

Okay.

We'll let you know
if we need anything else.

Can't blame her
for being thorough.

I wish my house was this clean.

McCALLISTER:
Detective Scanlon,

Mrs. Dubois.

When Mrs. McCallister died
11 years ago, I promised her

I'd take care of Cynthia.

Clearly, I've not done
a very good job.

( crackling thunder )

( rumbling thunder,
rain falling )

( loud crackling thunder )

SCANLON: Would either
of you like some coffee?

I can have my staff
bring you coffee.

ALLISON:
I think I know

what's going on here.

What are you talking about?

I think she's involved
in pornography--

acting, performing.

I think he
knows about it.

It's tearing him up.

That's why we're here.

That's why he came to us.

I don't get it.
Why not tell us?

How am I supposed
to bring this girl home

when he's not even telling me
where to look?

He's trying
to protect her.

She's his daughter.

Think about his side.

Would you want to tell
a police detective

something like that?

Dirty Little Darlings IV?

Pardon?

It's the title of the
movie that she's in.

He was trying to find it.

The other day when I saw into
his head, I misunderstood.

I think he was trying
to find this movie.

I think he's having
trouble believing it.

How you holding up?

You know what?

I'll take it from here.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to drop you off
at your house.

You need to be by yourself,
get upset,

say good bye to your friend.

You are entitled to that.

( '80s rock tune playing )

I can't believe
she's doing this.

This? How about
going to California?

Should we tell somebody?

Who are we
going to tell?

Her mother?

Her mother's not going to care.

We can't let her go.

( chuckling ):
Thank you.

( chuckles )

Okay, so if anyone asks,
my name's Linda.

I'm a junior at the U of A.

And you girls are my dorm mates.

( laughs )

Ally, what you looking at?

The boys are over there.

Sorry.

Lyla, I'm worried
about you,

worried about
this plan.

Don't worry about it.

I got it under control.

( exhales forcefully )

( Lyla laughing )

LYLA:
You okay?

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Tell me something.

What's it like to be drunk?

Uh, what do you mean?

What's it like?

( girls chuckling )

It's like what it's like.
( laughs )

You want a sip?

I don't know.

A toast to me.

New beginnings.

( Lyla laughing )

JOE:
You stay in there any longer,

you're going to turn
into a prune.

A beautiful, naked prune.

( chuckles )

How could I not have known
she was dead?

I don't know.

You told me
her family life was a mess.

It wasn't like
they were going to contact you.

( sighs ):
You were in college.

You probably weren't
reading the papers every day.

It was years ago.

I'm talking about me.

I see the dead.

They send me messages.

I'm the one they all come to.

How could I not have known?

( deep rumbling )

( gasps )

( bell dings )

What's going on?

They just found
Cynthia McCallister's car.

More blood
in that car than...

( jets flying overhead )

If it all turns out to belong
to Cynthia McCallister,

we're going
to need to upgrade her

from missing teen
to homicide victim.

DEVALOS: I better put in a call
to the Councilman,

make him aware.

Where's the body?

I don't know.

I was kind of hoping
you could tell me.

( '80s pop music playing )

( girl retches )

( toilet flushes )

I can barely see you.

I can't hear you.

Go find

someone else!

Leave me alone!

Shut up!

Go away! I can't hear you!

Well, aren't you
the sight.

Katie and Suzannah
just took off,

so... I guess
it's just you and me.

Hey, you okay?

I'm excellent.

I'm actually... excellent.

( laughs )

Got to tell you...
this is not where I expected

to spend my last night
in Phoenix.

( laughs )

Then don't go.

I got to go.

I'm going to miss you
so much.

Me, too.

( sighs )

( clears throat )

Anything?

Not about this, no.

I could take you back
to the house.

Well, I'm sure I could be just
as useless there as I am here.

Okay.

These things were in her car...

the place
where she was murdered.

She touched them.

They surrounded her, probably
at the moment of her death.

There should be... some kind
of energy to these things--

her energy.

They should tell me something
about her...

about her last moments, but...
when I hold these things...

Look. I don't mean to pour salt
in the wound.

I watched, uh, Dirty Little
Darlings IV last night.

Twice, actually.

I'm sorry,
Allison.

Cynthia McCallister's
nowhere in that movie.

Of course not.

( sighs )

Just hung up with Forensics.

Preliminary tests indicate

that all the blood in the car
is Cynthia's--

over four liters of the stuff.

There's simply no way
she would have survived

without
an immediate transfusion.

We've checked every hospital
in the state-- nothing.

So where does that leave us?

We need to find her body
or a weapon, something.

Doesn't do us any good to find
the man that killed her

if we can't prove it in a court
of law.

The Councilman's office
just called.

He's ready
whenever you are.

The Councilman agreed
to take a polygraph.

You asked the grieving father
to take a lie detector test?

It's standard
procedure.

DEVALOS:
He understands that the sooner

we can rule out
family members, boyfriends,

anyone else
around Cynthia

that might be considered
a suspect,

the sooner we can concentrate
our efforts

on finding the person
that actually did this.

Have you ever
stolen money?

No.

EXAMINER:
Is your name Stuart McCallister?

McCALLISTER:
Yes.

Do you have
any knowledge

of the whereabouts
of your daughter?

No.

Is your daughter's name
Cynthia Marie?

Yes.

Did you have anything
to do with her death?

Did you have anything to do
with Cynthia's death?

No, I did not.

Nothing whatsoever?

Nothing whatsoever.

( thunder crashes )

Daddy, don't.

EXAMINER:
Is today Thursday?

McCALLISTER:
Yes, it is.

Is your name
Stuart McCallister?

Yes, it is.

( elevator bell dings )

Stuart?

Manuel.

It's 9:30 at night, Manuel,
we're meeting in the dark.

I'm assuming you've found
my daughter's body.

What's left of it.

Do me the courtesy
of telling me quickly.

I'm not keen on theatrics.

We've not found your daughter,
that's not why I asked you here.

Sit.

I'm fine.

What are we doing here,

Mr. District Attorney?

I've known you a long time,
Stuart.

You're speaking of me as if
I were the one who died.

One of my investigators has
shared with me

a certain...
theory of evidence.

Before I commit
further resources,

brief other investigators,

ask others
to follow this lead

and thereby make it
a matter of public record,

I wanted to give you
the opportunity

to speak to its... veracity.

Off the record.

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

I need to know,
is there anything

about the nature of your
relationship with your daughter

that might be seen
as unique or special?

They called you?

They contacted you?

I'm sorry?

She'd been gone two days
when I got the first call.

They sent me to one of those...

adult movie stores.

Video stores.

Told me to buy this used DVD...

and watch it.

They wanted $100,000.

$100,000.

And I sent it to them.

And they slaughtered her anyway.

I'm sorry...

I'm lost.

Are you telling me
your daughter was kidnapped?

I'm telling you
the same thing I told you

the first time I came in here--

that my daughter consorted
with unsavory people.

And I believe
these people

are the ones
who killed her...

the ones who tricked her
into taping us,

the ones who were
blackmailing me.

So you're telling me

that there's some sort of
recording out there?

And that it... documents...

your relationship
with your daughter?

I thought we were going to be
direct and honest

with each other, Manuel.

Don't get coy
on me now.

You're shocked.

My feelings are beside
the point, Stuart.

I'm a civilized person, Manuel.

I know what you're thinking.

But I am not the author
of this situation.

You were the parent.

When Cynthia's mother died...

I realized...

giving comfort
to an 11-year-old girl...

it's...

it's not really...

something I knew how to do.

But...

she was in such distress.

Did you kill your daughter,
Stuart?

Of course not.

I loved my daughter.

( sobbing )

Councilman McCallister,
where are you going?

Home.

To grieve.

Sir, I don't think
I can let you leave.

I don't think
you have a choice.

This is America--

you can't charge a man
with hearsay.

Good night,
Mr. District Attorney.

( telephone rings )

It's your boss.

He was just here.

We just spoke.

Everything you suspected
is true.

So what happens now?

Nothing happens now.

I can't offer your vision
as evidence.

And unless and until
that DVD surfaces...

( baby crying )

I got to go.

I understand.

And the punch line is:

life sucks.

And the joke is?

It's what you said?

His own daughter.

I'm sorry.

And he's going
to get away with it.

Why?

Why fill my head
with all this ugliness

when it doesn't matter,
when it doesn't do any good?

Why wouldn't Lyla visit me?

Why wouldn't
she tell me herself

that she's gone?

I don't know, baby.

( furniture chattering )

Joe?

Joe?

Joe? Joe?

Joe!

What?!
What?!

What is it?

We just had an earthquake.

Didn't you feel that?

No.

All I feel is you
shaking me awake.

I don't hear
the girls.

I don't hear any sirens.

I'm telling you,
we had an earthquake.

Power's on.

I've been dreaming
about it for days

and we finally had one.

JOE ( whispering ):
I had a glass of water

on the bedside table
beside me

and it's filled
to the top.

Not a drop
is missing.

Fine, don't believe me.

I'm putting on the news.

Excuse me?

You'll see.

It'll be on the news.

And in the small Arizona
border town of San Miguel,

residents are applauding
the selfless actions

of local teacher,
Geraldine Hanscom.

Earlier this week,

the very shy Ms. Hanscom
not only risked her life

to save a young girl
from drowning, but actually...

Just... They're going to put
one of those little banners

across the bottom.

...turned down a generous
cash reward offered to her

by the girl's parents.

Instead, Ms. Hanscom asked
that the money be donated

to the local
San Miguel High School

where she teaches English
to teenage migrant workers.

Three days ago, Ms. Hanscom
nearly lost her own life

while rescuing a young girl

who had fallen
into a flash-flooded river.

JOE: Floods don't count,
we're looking for earthquakes.

NEWSCASTER:
In sports...

Ow.

It's her.

Joe, it's Lyla.

That's her.

She's still alive.

Lyla Gallagher?

How's that possible?

I don't know.

But when I get a chance,
I'm going to go ask her.

You're trespassing,
and I will call the sheriff.

How do I get you
people to understand

I have no interest
in being in the paper

or on television.

Lyla, it's me.
It's Allison.

It's Allison Rolen.

Oh, my God. Allison.

( chuckles )

Oh, crap.

They're so beautiful.

What about you?

I have 23 of them,

and they'll be here
in about ten minutes.

I saw you on television.

Well, I saw Geraldine Hanscom
on television.

I was looking for you.

Okay.

It's flattering, I guess.

But I need you
to leave me alone.

What?

Why?

Lyla... the whole world
thinks you're dead.

I know,

and it took a lot of
time, luck and money

to make it happen.

So, please, Allison,
just go home.

Not without a why.

Not without an answer.

I drove all night
to get here.

I'm not going home empty-handed.

You ever made a mistake?

When I left Phoenix

and came to California,
I made a lot of them.

I even married one of them.

Did a lot
of really stupid things

with a lot
of really stupid people.

Did a lot for money.

Took a lot
of really stupid drugs.

Made a lot
of really stupid choices.

It just got really dark.

The truth is

I wanted to die...

and I realize now
I did everything

short of actually killing myself
to make it happen.

My husband Billy
and I were up north.

We were driving
through Oakland.

We got into this
enormous fight--

something about drugs.

I took his, he took mine.

We needed money, and
I was in no shape

to do what was
necessary to get it.

Anyway, he throws
me out of his car.

I mean, I'm in the middle
of Oakland with nothing.

It's October 17, 1989.

20 minutes later, the
whole place shook.

It was a 7.1
earthquake.

I remember it.

I read about it.

Me, too, the next day.

I was in this shelter.

I saw this paper.

There's a list of the dead.

Me and my husband were on it.

My wallet, my bag, everything
I owned was in Billy's car.

Billy's car went off
the Oakland Bay Bridge

during the quake.

Oh, my God.

At first, I was frantic.

Everyone thinks I'm dead.

This is horrible.

But then I realized...

no.

This is the chance
of a lifetime.

This is the chance
of a second lifetime.

I don't get it.
How did you do it?

A new name?
A new social security number?

There's this guy.

His name's Sammy.

He works out of a room
in Nogales.

He can get you
anything you need.

The ultimate do-over.

The only thing is
it costs $100,000.

Took me five years
to work it off.

I answered phones.

I made deliveries.

Got my teaching certificate
at night.

But I would've done anything.

I was so happy
being Gerry Hanscom.

It was like being born again...

like being present
for my own birth.

I don't understand.

So this guy gives people...
new lives?

But what if you're not
in a natural disaster?

How do you get
the death certificate?

For another $100,000,

Sammy could tell you
how to handle that, too.

All you need is a year,
a box of hypodermic needles

and a portable freezer.

What do you mean?

He'd teach you how to collect
your own blood--

a pint or so
every week or two.

Store it.
Keep it cold.

When you figured out
where you want to die,

dump the blood and
make a real mess.

There isn't a coroner anywhere

who won't declare you
legally dead

if he sees
at least four liters of blood.

Four liters, huh?

Four liters is
the magic number.

And you worked for this guy?

Yeah.

Why?

Because I need you
to do me a favor.

Cynthia?

Maybe.

You work for Sammy?

Are those my papers?

My name is Allison Dubois.

I work for the Phoenix
District Attorney's Office,

and, yeah,
these are your papers.

Unfortunately,

I'm going to need
to hang onto these

as evidence
in a trial against you

on charges of blackmail
and fraud.

( sighs ):
Did you do it by yourself?

Pretty much.

I, uh... I paid
a vagrant ten dollars

to put the disc in the case
at the video store,

and I hired another guy for 20

to make the phone call
to my dad.

If you're working for my father,
you're in league with the devil.

So long as you understand that.

I have a pretty good idea...
of what he did to you.

You don't know the half of it.

Pretty screwed-up world.

After everything that he did,

I'll rot in a jail cell,
and he'll be walking free.

Not necessarily.

He said that there was
some recording.

If we could get our hands
on that...

I was 19 on that DVD.

He'll argue that there was
implied consent.

Unfortunately,
I wasn't smart enough

to tape us when I was 11...

or 12 or...

Hang onto these
papers, Elizabeth.

You're going
to need them.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

I thought you were someone else,
another girl.

I heard she was dead, but when
I saw you, I thought maybe.

I guess I was wrong.

How far are we
from the border here?

Half a mile?

With the right papers,

a person could safely get
across the border in 15 minutes,

so even if a person
did mistakenly spot you

and happen to call
the authorities,

you could be
safely gone

before they arrived.

Go.

I got the check.

You make sure
that the right people see that.

The girl on it...

she's dead...

but the man...

Don't worry.

I know what to do with this.

Coffee?

No, I'm fine.
Just-just the check.

Hopefully everything met
your expectations.

Oh, yeah.

Everything was perfect.