( 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, 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 Website 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?
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?
...give up the thing that I love most... 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
Well, I don't want my family to die in a plane crash! with three kids in a car!
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?
( 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!
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 )
( latch clicks )
Okay. Shh.
It's okay, it's okay. Okay. Shh.
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