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Why did I dream that dream?

I was at school, and Owen's mother

was standing just past the fence waving to him.

She poured gasoline all over herself and lit a match.

VAN DYKE: This, uh, Stacey case, this thing where this...

man set his wife on fire?

And are you aware that our old friend

Manuel Devalos is representing

the number one suspect in this case?

Yeah, I knew that. Why?

Because I'm not about to let the man I replaced

get the best of me in this matter.

Mr. Stacey, what would you say if I told you

that we obtained a warrant to retrieve the clothing

that you sent down to the hotel laundry that night?

On what grounds? And what if I told you that we found

traces of an accelerant, one that matched the kind

that was used to start the fire in your house?

I'd say I believe that.

Like I said, we were in the garage.

It got heated.

She started throwing things at me.

There was a glass jar.

It smashed. I thought it was turpentine.

I was wondering whether you could have a look at these.

ALLISON: You see this missing girl?

I think I just had a dream about her.

She was working as a prostitute.

A dentist picked her up, took her to his office.

CYNTHIA: You're telling me this man you keep dreaming about drugged her

and then when she was unconscious,

performed dental work on her?

Well, Mom, you know you're welcome to visit us anytime you want.

This week?

(groans quietly)

Sure.

(whispers): What?

She's bringing the money that I asked to borrow.

Could I take you into my confidence?

Joe can't know what I'm about to tell you.

I'm pretty sick, Allison.

It's not hopeless.

There's treatment, an operation.

I'm flying to Minneapolis when I leave here

to the Mayo Clinic.

My odds are 60%.

When I heard that number, I thought of you.

I mean, if-if I go into the hospital

knowing that I might not come out, then...

obviously, I'd do some things differently.

I wish so badly I had something to tell you.

Yeah. Not a word to Joe.

Not a word to Joe.

Mm.

JOE: So?

(whispers, laughs): So what?

So, how'd it go?

How'd it go?

It was a regular lovefest.

A lovefest?

Mmm, I like that.

I love you.

Love you.

(dentist's drill whirring)

(turns drill off)

Took a lot of work

to get you up to speed, young lady.

Plaque, tartar,

gingivitis.

You... really...

put me through my paces.

The good news is,

now your mouth is ready for anything.

(groaning weakly)

(crying weakly)

(crying weakly)

Baby?

You starting to feel something?

(groaning)

(sniffles, cries)

My apologies.

(gasps): Whoa!

(pants)

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He-he punched her?

Right in the face, in the mouth.

The very same mouth he'd spent the whole night slaving over.

That makes no sense.

Thank you.

You're welcome. For what?

For not biting my head off.

It's so much nicer hearing that my dreams make no sense from you

than from Cynthia Keener.

Ooh, you should've heard her

jump down my throat yesterday morning.

I don't like that woman.

Yeah, I'm not crazy about her, either,

but I kind of understand.

You'd think after three dreams,

I'd have one genuine clue that would make her job easier.

The name of the dentist,

the location of his office, something.

Thank God I'm still working for Devalos.

Oh.

(laughs): There she is.

Well, I... I slept like a lamb.

What about you? How did you sleep, dear?

Any...

anything to tell me, any... interesting dreams last night?

Well, not the one I wanted.

Not the one I was hoping for.

I'm sorry.

Maybe tonight.

This what I think it is?

What the hell took so long?

What can I tell you? We're a little backed up.

There's a bug going around, you know, a lot of people out.

But I guess you didn't hear anything about that, right...

Detective?

(coughs loudly)

(sighs)

Damn it.

Cynthia, listen to me: he's doing things to her.

Some kind of dentistry.

He punched her in the face.

Allison, I still have men in the field

gathering information on all the male dentists

located in downtown Phoenix.

Now, the second that data is complete,

I'll call you; we can sit down...

Fine, fine, fine. I have to go.

How strange is this?

Very strange.

I feel like a guest in my own home.

Have you seen our guy?

Not yet.

Graham.

Any idea why we've been summoned here?

None whatsoever.

VAN DYKE: Look at that.

All my favorite people in one place.

Manuel.

You're looking...

well rested.

Mrs. Dubois.

Mr. Stacey.

Well, shall we adjourn to the conference room?

You may not believe this,

but I've actually found myself drawn

in a very... personal way to this case.

We appreciate that, Tom.

I know it gives my client enormous comfort

to know the district attorney's office is as consumed

with finding the perpetrator

of this horrible crime as we are.

Tom.

Mr. Stacey, are you all right?

Why is that... why is that here?

That picture of Mary-- why is there a picture

of my dead wife in here?

Why?

Well, I think it's important for us

to stay focused, Mr. Stacey.

Your wife is what's brought us to this room today.

Her heinous murder,

the extraordinarily cruel circumstances

under which she lost her life.

And until the person who is responsible for that

is behind bars,

I want that picture there

to keep me honest.

Keep me focused.

DEVALOS: I'm not sure I understand, Tom.

Just what is it we're all doing here?

Well, isn't it obvious, Manuel?

We're here to arrest your client

for the murder of his wife, Mary Stacey.

Oh, my God.

What? On what grounds?

What grounds would you like, Manuel?

We have your client at the scene.

We have traces of the accelerant used in the fire

on his clothing, and now... we have motive.

Motive? What motive?

Send him in, please.

Detective Scanlon,

would you be so kind as to share with our guests

the discovery you made this morning?

Manny.

Allison.

Less than a year ago, Mr. Stacey took out

a $7 million life insurance policy on Mrs. Stacey.

(exhales)

Is this true, Graham?

The life insurance policy was my wife's idea.

She wanted me to buy it.

I was just trying to make her happy.

Why don't you read him his rights, Detective.

Wait, w-wait a second.

(laughs): I don't... I don't even want the money.

I never wanted the money.

The charity can have it all, for all I care.

What charity? My wife's charity.

She's got this thing, the Deerbrook Foundation.

They do m-medical care for poor people.

Let's give it to them.

They would've gotten it all anyway.

I mean... if we had died together.

But you didn't die together, Mr. Stacey

because I believe you killed her.

Read him his rights, Detective.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used...

GRAHAM: You can't let them do this to me.

There's got to be a way you can stop this.

I understand how you feel, but if you could just hold on

until the bail hearing, I think I could convince the judge

that you're not a flight risk.

You think?

You were the district attorney.

That's the whole reason I hired you.

Manny... I hope you're not serious

about this bail hearing business.

Trust me, as acting district attorney,

that man is not gonna see daylight.

I don't care how much bail you pledge.

Take your hand off my shoulder.

I was just trying to spare you the humiliation.

Although... I do think

it would be awfully entertaining.

(bell ringing)

Hey.

Hey.

That's my locker.

Yeah, I know.

You need to get in it?

No. Not really.

You're Owen... right?

I'm really sorry about your mother.

You've got my things.

You touched my things.

The principal asked me to.

I know about your mother.

I've heard stories about you.

Did you see anything?

What do you mean?

I mean when you touched my things.

There's a postcard in there from her.

I was just hoping that maybe...

I-I just heard that when people like you touch things

from people who have...

No.

I didn't see anything.

It actually never happened to me before.

I love my dad, but he's a very serious guy.

He and my mom divorced when I was three.

But my mom...

she was crazy.

You know, but it was like

that-that really cool kind of crazy, you know.

Playing practical jokes

and throwing parties and going on trips.

When I'd get to be with her, which wasn't very often...

we'd always talk about running away.

Maybe moving to Europe.

Barcelona.

Yeah, Barcelona.

It's her favorite place in the world.

She always said that's where she wanted to be buried.

I don't think that's going to happen now.

I just have to get to class.

Yeah, me, too.

(phone ringing)

I'm doing my best!

I don't see you doing your best!

It's not like I have a choice!

I've got a job!

No one tells me what do do!

Come on.

You work with somebody for years, it's...

Well, what did he say?

What did he say?

I'll tell you what he said.

He said that I probably ought to wrap my head

around the possibility that my client is actually guilty.

But he can't know that.

He sure acts like he knows it.

Did you mention the suicide thing again?

Oh, I certainly did. And?

And he thought the medical examiner's going to have a tough time with that.

What do you mean medical examiner?

It turns out the medical examiner

just completed his examination of Mrs. Stacey's remains.

Her skull revealed a variety of blunt force trauma to the face and head.

Well, okay...

Could she have maybe fallen... disoriented herself?

She was struck, Allison.

Multiple times.

And in my experience people don't normally strike themselves

prior to committing suicide.

You know,

I've spent the better part of my adult life

sending guilty men to prison.

I know what guilty men look like.

And this guy...

I just don't believe it.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

February 9, 1964.

I'm lying in the hospital...

Not this again, Mom.

...waiting for this guy to finally arrive.

Mom, she knows that's not my birthday.

MARJORIE: And on the television

the Beatles are making their first appearance

on The Ed Sullivan Show.

You know this is all a lie.

MARJORIE: And they walk out on stage,

the four mop-tops they called them...

Mom, she knows when my birthday is.

She's my wife.

She knows what year I was born. Shh.

And all the girls in the audience start screaming.

And at the exact same moment,

amazingly, this one arrives.

And so, of course, I start screaming then too...

Mom, I don't even think they had TVs in hospitals back then.

And I am convinced that something magical happened...

I don't think they even had televisions back then.

Because ever since then,

we can't get this boy to get a proper haircut.

Mop-top. Mom, please...

What are we going to do with you?

Get your hands out of my hair.

What are we going to do with him? All right, that's it.

That's it. That's enough.

I'm not going to be manhandled and libeled by my mother.

Not unless there's another check in it.

Oh... uh-uh.

Give me a kiss.

I've got kids to take to school in the morning.

I'm just saying...

Good night, Mom.

Don't keep her up too late.

I heard you, Ringo.

(sighs)

(door closes)

(sighs)

I have to tell him.

I have never kept a secret from him, not ever.

Really?

Hmm.

So you can keep a secret from me for 15 years,

but you can't keep a secret from your husband for a week and a half?

I find that hard to believe, Allison.

Come on. It's time for bed.

Who knows? (sighs)

Maybe you'll dream me some good news, hmm?

Marjorie... it almost never works with people I'm close to.

And I have never been able to make it work on demand.

You know what the doctors tell me?

60% of this battle is being positive,

thinking positively.

So think good thoughts, Allison.

Dream good dreams.

GRAHAM: I don't understand...

MARY: What is there to understand?

I don't want to see you.

I want you out of here. I want you off my property.

Wait a second, our property.

This is still our property,

and if you don't want me over here,

what the hell was that phone call about?

I don't know. I don't know, Graham.

I had some wine at dinner. Maybe I drank too much.

Just... leave, loser.

I don't get this. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's the entire reason this marriage no longer works:

because you don't get anything.

You certainly don't get me.

Which is why, for the rest of all time,

you don't "get" me.

Get me? Would you keep your voice down?

You want the neighbors to hear? He don't get it!

And now he ain't never gonna get it!

And even when he could get it, he didn't know how to give it.

Hey, you...

Are you crazy?! That's turpentine!

Get out!

Get out! Get out! Fine.

(tires squealing)

You get him?

He smelled like a paint locker when he left here.

SCANLON: Ah, coffee.

You shouldn't have gone to all that trouble.

What do I owe you?

What are you doing in my office?

How'd you get in here?

You know how I got in here.

Breaking and entering-- it's illegal.

You're right.

Tell you what, when we're done here

I'll arrest myself.

Get out from behind my desk.

Absolutely.

Listen, Manny, I don't mean to upset you.

I just...

It's this Graham Stacey thing.

I'd like it to work for everyone

and I think maybe I can make that happen.

Really? I mean, if you wanted

to make some kind of a deal,

I would be willing to take it to the district attorney

and use every bit of influence

that I have.

Really? You? Influence?

And as far as deals, there are no deals coming.

I've told you: I believe Graham Stacey's innocent.

Manny, wake up and smell the coffee.

No, you wake up and smell the coffee, Lee.

The man you work for, the man you want me to make a deal with,

my old friend Tom Van Dyke-- he can't be trusted.

He's a ruthless, arrogant, dangerous man.

Exactly. That's why I'm here.

Manny, he wants to squash you with this case.

It's not enough that he has your job.

He wants to discredit you, embarrass you,

and he's got me gathering evidence to do it,

and I have to tell you,

his case against Graham Stacey isn't getting weaker.

Make the deal, Manny.

Do it now... and let me help.

(knocking)

Hi.

You didn't mention that Lee was going to be joining us.

Yeah, well, I'm not psychic.

You may want to hear this, too.

I had a dream last night.

It was about the night that Graham Stacey's wife was killed.

I saw them arguing in the garage.

Everything happened the way that Graham said it did.

Okay.

Except...

after the fight was over, after Graham left,

I saw someone else in the house.

Another man.

A dentist.

I've been dreaming

about him lately. He's a bad man.

I think he may have killed Mary Stacey.

Did you say "dentist"?

(shuffling papers)

Wouldn't be this guy, would it?

DEVALOS: As soon as you said "dentist,"

it jogged my memory.

Do you remember when you asked Graham

about the insurance policy on his wife?

That he said he didn't care about the money,

it could go to his wife's charity

for all he cared?

The Deerbrook Foundation.

This man, this dentist? Leo Krane.

He's chairman of that foundation.

Oh, my God. I didn't realize there'd be three of you.

I'm Detective Lee Scanlon.

This is my colleague, Allison Dubois.

Hi. Manuel Devalos.

Doctor. He's an attorney for one of the principals

involved in the case that we're investigating.

Well,

this must be important.

Uh, we're investigating

the death of a woman named Mary Stacey.

It's our understanding that you were acquainted with her?

Ohh... my God, yes.

Lovely lady.

Lots of fun.

She did work for the Deerbrook Foundation.

That's a charity I'm involved with.

We provide dental and medical care

for marginalized members of the community.

It's horrible what happened to her. Just horrible.

I heard on the news you arrested her husband?

DEVALOS: They certainly did.

I'm actually representing

Mr. Stacey in this matter.

Uh-huh.

Well, I only met him once, but I'd be lying to you

if I told you I saw any inkling

he was capable of this sort of thing.

Were you aware that there was a $7 million

life insurance policy on Mary Stacey?

No.

I mean, I've worked with her,

but we were hardly what you could call close.

You wouldn't be able to shed any light

on who the beneficiary might be?

I have no idea.

(sighs)

Her husband, maybe?

But I would think

that information would be pretty easy to get.

Are you thinking that's why he killed her?

Actually, Dr. Krane,

the police are already well aware

that my client is the primary beneficiary,

but the secondary beneficiary,

should Mr. Stacey be unable to collect--

either because he perished at the same time as Mrs. Stacey,

or, say, because he was accused of murder

and faced a life of incarceration--

would be the Deerbrook Foundation.

I swear to you, I had no idea.

I mean, I-I-I,

I sensed Mary got a certain satisfaction

from the work she did with us,

but, I mean... why would a person do such a thing?

I suppose if they didn't have kids,

and no one to pass the money on to...

Actually, she did have a child.

A son from a previous marriage.

She didn't see him much.

There's an ugly custody situation, but still...

Did you know, as chairman

of the foundation, that you would have sole discretion

in deciding how to spend any monies

that found their way into Deerbrook?

ALLISON: Dr. Krane.

It would really help us

if you could tell us where you were three nights ago.

Around 9:30 p.m.

(huffs)

Should I be calling an attorney?

I don't know.

Should you be?

You know...

I've done a lot of charity work for this city.

9:30 p.m., Dr. Krane, three nights ago.

You know, uh, I'm divorced.

Six years now.

Dr. Krane...

Are you all familiar with Van Buren Street?

I got through with my last patient around, uh... 8:00.

We closed up the office.

I went out to my car.

I drove by Van Buren.

It's not the first time.

There was this girl. Uh...

Dark hair.

Pretty mouth.

21, 22.

This isn't exactly something I'm proud of.

Are you saying she's your alibi?

But were you with her all night?

Did you bring her back to a motel

or someplace where somebody could've seen her?

No.

I brought her here to my office.

SCANLON: Did you get a name?

What for?

But she's... always there.

I mean, I've seen her since, through my windshield,

out on Van Buren.

Um, I'll be right back.

I've got patients backed up.

Let... Let me just...

let them know

I will be running late.

(door closes)

Interesting alibi, hooker with no name.

I know I'm convinced.

Actually, for the most part,

I think he's telling the truth.

Okay, so now you're this doctor's alibi?

No.

Well, kinda, I suppose.

But he doesn't know that.

It's hard to believe a man of his standing in the community

would admit to the kind of things he's admitted to

if they weren't true...

if he wasn't trying everything in his power to prove to us

he had nothing to do with Mary Stacey's murder.

Yeah, did he mention anything about drugging her,

doing all that dental work? Hitting her?

No. Neither did I.

I've been wrong about so many things.

(sighs)

Devalos is so devastated.

He really wants to believe that his client's innocent.

But Cynthia Keener is thrilled.

Now that Scanlon has every cop on the street

looking for Sally, she was more than happy

to call Sally's parents and take all the credit.

Psychic, shmychic.

Nothing ever turns out the way I suspect.

You'd think I'd know by now.

Hmm.

Okay, then, this obviously is not the moment

to ask your instinct about something.

Don't be silly. I'm a glutton for punishment.

Do you think maybe my mom is keeping something from me?

Like what?

I don't know what.

I'm just starting to think

that this whole thing is really kinda strange.

Her flying out here at the spur of the moment

to give me a check that she could quite easily have mailed.

That dewy look that gets in her eyes

whenever she so much as glances at you, me, the kids.

And then today she's taking a nap and the phone rang.

It was the airline confirming her flight back

and saying that they were able to upgrade her to business.

Okay. So?

Okay, so,

they were confirming her flight back to Minneapolis.

She lives in Grosse Pointe, Michigan, not Minneapolis.

Well...

I don't know what to say.

Maybe you should ask her.

Yeah, I did-- when she woke up--

and she just said that she was visiting a friend,

but I never heard her mention anyone in Minneapolis before.

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

Maybe it's a man.

Maybe she's embarrassed.

Huh.

I hadn't thought about that.

Did she say something to you?

About a man? No.

Huh.

Actually, that kinda makes sense.

I can almost believe that.

Hmm. Good.

That explains the dewy looks, too.

Hey, maybe you're not on the fritz after all.

From your lips...

* *

(gasps)

Oh...

Wait. Wait.

Now you're saying Leo Krane did kill Mary Stacey?

I know, I know, I sound like I'm contradicting myself, but...

I just saw it. I just dreamt it.

And there's nothing vague or uncertain about it.

Leo Krane,

the dentist that we visited this afternoon,

doused that house with something and burnt that woman alive.

Okay, if you say so.

Well, what is that supposed to mean?

What does that mean?

It means it's barely 4:00 in the morning

and, frankly, I don't know what you expect me to do about it.

You say Leo's innocent. The evidence says otherwise.

Wait. What evidence?

Well, for one thing, his alibi checks out.

You're kidding me.

We re-canvassed the Van Buren area.

It turns out one of the working girls actually does remember

seeing Sally Greer getting into a car

matching Leo Krane's that's night.

Mom?

Oh. Uh...

I know, I saw that, too.

Look, I want Manny to be right just as much as you do,

but it's hard to understand

why Leo Krane would go to all the trouble

of picking up a hooker on Van Buren Street,

just so he could race across town

and set Mary Stacey and her house on fire.

I'm sorry, but all the evidence still points to Manny's client

being guilty as hell,

and I know he's sweating that bail hearing tomorrow.

I really wish I had something for him.

(sighs)

But, uh, you know, you got about 30 hours left.

Anything could happen.

Yeah, anything can happen.

Mom? You okay?

(sighing): Yeah. Um...

Honey, what are you doing up?

It's barely 4:00 in the morning.

Had that dream again.

Heard you walking down the hall.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah.

Tell me about your dream.

There's really nothing to tell.

It's the same thing.

The woman pours gasoline all over herself

and then lights herself on fire.

Except, for this time, she did it in Barcelona.

Barcelona...?

I don't know how.

I just know it was there.

Owen told me it was one of her favorite places.

She actually wanted to be buried there.

But what I don't understand is why I keep seeing it.

And you told me that's not how it happened.

She didn't kill herself at all.

So then why do I keep seeing it that way in my dreams?

I don't know, sweetie.

I keep seeing things I can't make sense of either.

I mean... if she were alive, I'd understand.

There'd be something to do;

someplace to go; something to stop.

Wait a second.

Say that again.

What?

What you just said.

If she were alive, there'd be something to do;

someplace to go; something to stop.

Well, you just said it.

Honey, do me a favor.

When Daddy wakes up, tell him I need him

to take you guys to school.

Where are you going?

I'm going to see Cynthia Keener.

But it's really early in the morning.

Yeah, she loves it when I do that.

Allison.

Well, I hope you have something more meaningful

to tell me this time.

I don't.

Excuse me?

I have nothing to offer you as an employee.

I would like to hire you, though.

You have a passport?

(gavel banging)

But I simply didn't do it!

Order, please.

If you interrupt the district attorney

one more time... Mr. Devalos?

Will you remind your client to refrain from speaking

until such time as he's asked a question

or I will have him returned to his cell

and this hearing will go on without him.

Begging the court's forgiveness, Your Honor.

It won't happen again.

District Attorney Van Dyke--

if you will.

Please proceed.

Your Honor, Graham Stacey

is the very definition of a flight risk.

He was caught with the murder weapon;

he has a $7 million motive;

and he was placed, by his own admission,

at the scene of the crime.

Now, with all this against him,

bail would send the wrong message

to the people of this community:

that all a criminal needs to do

to gain the favor of the court

is to hire the former district attorney.

Duly noted.

Mr. Devalos,

do you have a retort before I reach a ruling?

Mr. Devalos?

My apologies, Your Honor.

Begging the court's indulgence,

I would like to recall Detective Lee Scanlon.

I'll allow it.

Detective, to the best of your knowledge,

was the identity of the victim--

was the identity of Mary Stacey--

ever confirmed through DNA?

No, it was not.

The body was too thoroughly burned.

There was nothing to test.

The ID was made through dental records

and personal effects left on the body.

Then based on your professional experience--

and mind you, this is purely a hypothetical--

do you think it's possible that a dentist-- a specialist--

could alter another woman's teeth

to make her a match for Mary Stacey's dental records?

I don't know.

You'd have to find someone with the same build...

similar teeth, similar jaw line.

Objection, Your Honor.

This is fascinating,

but where are we going with all this?

This is a hearing about setting bail;

about this man

being a flight risk,

not about the merits of dental records

for the purpose of identification.

You'll have your chance to respond, Mr. District Attorney.

Proceed.

I'm sorry, Detective.

You were saying?

And once you found the right person,

a dentist would have to place

the right kind of fillings and crowns.

Seems like a lot of work.

I don't know why anyone would do that.

What if I told you that, with Graham Stacey in prison,

Mary Stacey's $7 million life insurance policy

would go to a charity called the Deerbrook Foundation.

The what?!

Your Honor, counsel is turning this hearing into a...

A foundation that happened to be headed up

by a local dentist by the name of Dr. Leo Krane--

a man we believe colluded with Mary Stacey

to fake her own death, frame my client,

so that she could cash in her own life insurance policy.

VAN DYKE: Your Honor, this is ridiculous!

Your Honor, we believe that the woman who died in that house fire

was not Mary Stacey at all,

but a young runaway named Sally Greer,

who acted as a double, having her teeth altered

so she could provide a false positive dental match.

That's absurd.

You can't prove... He can't prove that.

So, Mr. Devalos,

can you prove any of this?

Well, I may not be able to prove who the burnt body is,

but I believe, with the help of a friend,

who's working with a private investigator,

that I can prove beyond the shadow of a doubt

who the burnt body isn't.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you, direct from Barcelona, Spain,

Mary Stacey and her accomplice in crime, Dr. Leo Krane.

DEVALOS: Your Honor, I move for immediate dismissal

of all charges against my client.

He clearly did not kill his wife.

As anyone could plainly see,

she is still very much alive.

I'll see you both in my chambers right now.

Hope you have an explanation for this,

Mr. District Attorney.

Detective...

when you're finished here,

you should report to your captain for reassignment.

Nothing would please me more, Mr. District Attorney.

(gasps)

(moans)

(inhales, shudders)

MAN: You okay?

Did you dream? Was it about Marjorie?

Marjorie...?

What are you doing here?!

I asked you a question.

Now, my poor widowed wife is getting ready

to fly back to Michigan,

and she's waiting for you to tell her

whether she's going to be all right.

Now what seems to be the holdup?

What's the holdup?

The holdup is I haven't dreamt about her.

That's the holdup.

Wait-- you're dead, so you tell me.

You're supposed to be able to see all, know all.

So tell me: is she gonna pull through?

I don't know. I don't know.

It doesn't work that way.

Not with people you love.

What do you mean, "not with people you love"?

You're telling me you can see everything

but not-- nothing having to do with people you love?

I know. I know.

Sounds crazy, doesn't it?

I mean, I-I asked about it at the orientation.

You know what they told me?

They said, "If you could see

"everything that there is to see

"about the people that you love,

"if you could know everything that there is to know

"about the people that you care about,

well, there'd be no reason for you to watch over them."

And the whole damn system would go to hell!

Uh... uh, sorry.

(sighing): Okay.

I don't get it.

What do you want from me?

MARJORIE (whispering): You should let me call a cab.

Don't be silly. I like driving you, Mom.

Hey, you know what? This is just wrong.

Let me wake Allison and the kids.

No, no, no-- it's barely 6:00.

We said our good-byes last night.

But she never does this-- she never sleeps in--

because she usually has these dreams that keep her...

That's what I've heard.

Marjorie, I'm so glad I didn't miss you.

Oh, no, no, no, you didn't have to pull yourself out of bed.

No, no, no.

Don't be silly. I wanted to.

The only reason I wasn't up earlier is, uh...

is that I was having, uh, a dream... about you.

Uh...

About me?

Why... why on earth would you dream about me?

What was this dream?

Well, we were... we were in your living room in Grosse Pointe.

It was, uh, it was Ariel, Bridgette, Marie.

And, uh, Bridgette...

had just graduated from college.

And then, uh, we came in your living room,

and Joe had his hand over your eyes,

and then it was like, "Surprise!"

And there was this big birthday cake,

and... and you were the picture of health

and, oh, it was just a lovely dream.

(laughs)

You're right. That's... that's a lovely dream.

A lovely dream.

(laughs)

Well, yeah, it's a nice dream.

It's not the best dream I've ever heard, but...

Now I think you have something to tell someone

on the way to the airport.

Yes... yes, I do.

(clears throat)

Okay, I have no idea what is going on here.

Don't worry about it.

We have a plane to catch.

Allison... I'll see you soon.

Marjorie, I'll see you soon.

Allison, I'll see you soon.

Get out of here.

So, you know what doctors say--

60% of the battle is thinking positive.

Yeah, so I've heard.

You did a good thing.

Even though I lied?

Oh, don't worry about it.

I know some people.

Well... I know some people who know some people.

It was a good thing.

But the next time I tell you to get out of town...

I'm gone.

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