ALLISON: What makes us all human?
I have a theory.
We all eat.
We all sleep.
We all dream.
WOMAN: Manuel?
Can you hear me?
Manuel, wake up.
What did you do? Huh?
What? What are you doing?
What, what, what are... what are you talking about?
Geez, Manny, are you all right?
What do you mean?
: You wet the bed.
Our dreams reveal us to ourselves.
The people we are.
Don't just shoot, you gotta aim it.
So when that site is in the middle of the clown's mouth,
then you shoot. Okay, Daddy.
The people we'd like to be.
Whoo! Yeah!
You don't need much.
Just a little push.
Oh, hole in two!
Hey!
Ah, come on, boy!
You guys have fun?
Oh... sure did.
: All right.
Here's your deposit.
A lot of people tell me the game's even more fun
when they bring their own kid, rather than renting one.
I know. I heard that.
You know how to get one?
I know people.
: Yeah.
: Wait a second, will you?
What are you talking about--
"heads blown off"?
Mm... do me a favor, look around.
Sometimes... a kid will hide under the bed, in a closet.
All dead.
How many children?
No, don't move anything, just lock it down.
I'm maybe 35 minutes away.
I'll be right down there.
Some people have dreams that amaze them...
...and entertain them.
Yah-ugh!
Hmm.
Mm-mm-mm.
Yah... ah?
And then there are my dreams.
MAN: Speak English.
You want English?
Why'd you come to Indonesia?
Go home to America.
Where are you going?
I'm going to the airport.
I'm going home.
I feel like going home.
You can't do that.
You're intoxicated.
Do you even have a ticket?
Besides... it's early in the morning.
It's not time for traveling.
It's time to make love.
Keep the change.
What's the matter?
What's going on?
A dream? Ugh, yeah.
You want to talk about it?
I don't know.
I'm not sure there's anything to talk about.
Oh, wow.
Well, that's a first.
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BRIDGETTE: I have a sore throat.
What are you talking about?
Don't make me say it again.
It really hurts.
Come here, Bridge.
Let's have a look at you. No, don't, Daddy.
: Hey, hey!
Oh, what do you know?
All cured.
No, wait.
That was my tickle throat, not my talking throat.
Well, you can use
your tickle throat in school today.
No one will know the difference.
Bridge... Hmm?
You want to tell me what this is all about?
No, you'll just think it's stupid.
Well, maybe, maybe not.
Well, I had the funnest dream last night,
and I was sort of hoping
that I could stay in bed and have it again today.
What kind of dream?
It was a cartoon with monkeys in it.
Eh.
Bridgette: oh, no.
Hello?
If I swing by your house in 20 minutes,
could you join me for a little trip to Paradise Valley?
Uh, hang on a second.
I have to ask my husband if he can run the girls to school.
Yes, I can run the girls to school.
And don't worry, Bridge, if you start feeling
a little feverish, I'll just tickle you some more.
Not funny, Daddy.
Not... Whoa!
funny... Daddy.
Not funny.
So what are we rushing off to see?
Well, I can't seem to get a straight answer on that one.
I asked Detective Scanlon if he thought it might be useful
to have you on the scene,
and he indicated that it certainly couldn't hurt.
You seem awfully thirsty.
You okay?
It's the heat.
You'd think, after all these years, a body would adjust.
REPORTER: But I don't understand.
Why are we not being told the exact nature of the crime?
DINOVI: You're not being told the exact nature
of the crime because the investigation is ongoing
and has not yet reached a stage
where we can make that determination.
REPORTER 2: Where is the mayor?
We're hearing rumors of a cult-like slaughter,
a Manson-style killing spree.
Shouldn't the mayor be here?
I spoke with the mayor early this morning.
He's rushing back from a fact-finding mission.
I'm sure he'll have plenty to say when he gets here.
Sorry, folks.
I'm afraid that's all I have for now.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Fact-finding mission?
That's what his girlfriend said.
A Las Vegas fact-finding mission.
Apparently, that's where all the best facts are found.
Okay.
My interest is piqued.
What exactly are we looking at here, Lee?
Not exactly sure yet.
Wealthy family-- mother, father, three kids.
Live-in help had the weekend off.
Housekeeper lets herself in
at 5:00 a.m., discovers all of them shot to death.
Was it a robbery?
Maid says nothing's missing.
Family attorney's on his way over
with a locksmith to look in the vault,
but our guys are telling me it hasn't been touched.
Put your party clothes on, I'll show you what we got.
SCANLON: We're guessing the wife here
heard the shots from the family room
and was standing, attempting to get out of the tub
when her attacker came
to this doorway.
There was no weapon present when the first team
of responding officers showed up this morning.
Doesn't appear to be a murder-suicide.
TV REPORTER: Now for more on the market sell-off...
Honey?
TV REPORTER: ...of Early Warning Stock Prediction...
The kids were all shot in their beds.
Dog's in here, too.
DEVALOS: Allison?
Yeah, I know, the kids.
I'll take your word for it.
We need to find out everything we can
about the man of the house.
Maybe... it's a revenge killing.
Pretty savage form of revenge.
Maybe the attorney will open
the safe and tell us the family jewels are missing.
Sorry, guys, but I seriously doubt this was a robbery.
Why do you say that?
That's an Armand Vartanian,
probably worth three quarters of a million dollars.
I mean, if you're looking for something of value.
I'm gonna visit the powder room,
then we'll be on our way.
See you in about an hour.
Can I help you?
I don't know.
I'm gonna call the police.
If you need help, they can help you.
What?
I would really appreciate it
if you could just wait for them on the sidewalk.
This your house?
Phoenix Police, this is Allison Dubois
with the District Attorney's office.
Phoenix?
I'm in Phoenix? I made the plane?
I have a man here standing on my front porch.
No, you don't.
No, no, you don't.
I don't know who he is.
He didn't identify himself.
Oh, that's not true. That's not true.
My name's Clay Bicks.
Clay Bicks.
Oh, my God.
: Hey...
Clay.
You cut your hair.
What'd you say your last name was?
Dubois.
Roland.
Allison Roland.
Al.
Cut your hair, too.
Come here, you.
No, no, back up, back up.
I, uh... it's been awhile between showers, you know?
I still can't believe they let me on the plane.
God, you look great.
Plane from where?
Indonesia.
Yeah, I'm a shooter-- photographer.
You know, magazines, wire services.
Sounds dangerous.
I know.
I get a little anxious just talking about it.
What kind of idiot goes over there,
seeks work like that, huh?
They do have a couple of
excellent bars, though.
Damn, you look, uh... great.
You look different.
And how dare you change when I wasn't looking?
Well, it's a long time since high school, Clay.
Yeah... You got kids now, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah... Why'd you go do that without me?
What, just 'cause you ain't seen me in 17, 18 years?
Bet you're married now, huh?
Happy, well-adjusted.
Bet you never get stinking drunk.
Bet you bathe every day.
You know...
I got a weird confession to make.
I been in a couple of hairy spots in my life.
Stared down a couple of loaded barrels,
had a couple of scary helicopter rides.
Got taken hostage once for three days in Samoa.
And you know that moment when you're thinking, "This is it."
You know, the Clay Bicks Show is over.
You know who'd keep popping in my head?
You.
Ms. Roland.
Voted most likely to stay in someone's head
long after they've let them go.
Maybe they shouldn't have.
You're my favorite regret.
You don't remember getting on the plane?
Nah, I was pretty loaded.
And you don't remember getting off here in Phoenix?
Why don't you come in the house?
We'll have a cup of coffee, and...
ARIEL: Mom, this thing's gonna beep
in 55 seconds, and the stuff in the pot
keeps getting higher and higher.
So what do I do?
You don't do anything.
Don't worry, it's not gonna explode.
Just... I'll be there in a second.
BRIDGETTE: Are we having dinner yet?
ARIEL: Uh, what are you talking about?
Daddy's not even home yet. And it's, like, 5:30.
And why are you in your pajamas?
Well, as soon as dinner's over,
I want to go right to bed.
Why? I had the funnest dream last night.
It was a cartoon called The Monkeyheads,
and I can't wait to see more of it.
The Monkeyheads?!
That's so over.
That was on when I was little.
BRIDGETTE: So? I don't care.
I still like it.
DEVALOS: Yeah... my whole morning's open.
Just set the appointment, e-mail me the time.
Right. I'm home now.
Just e-mail me the time.
Okay.
Whew... Damn.
There are just some days that can't end
fast enough.
Mmm! Smells good.
Smells good.
Call them back and tell them
you're not free tomorrow morning.
I called Dr. Berman.
He remembered you.
I made an appointment for 10:30.
I'll drive you.
I'm a grown man.
I can make my own doctor's appointments,
thank you very much.
There's something wrong, Manuel.
I'm worried you're falling apart inside.
Sometimes, I wake up in the morning,
and you're laying there and I...
I think you're dead.
I can't hear you breathe, you're covered in sweat,
you're white as a ghost.
I'm fine.
It's Phoenix-- it's hot and I sweat.
Tomorrow, I will find a doctor.
I will call and I will make an appointment.
And when the time comes, I'll drive myself.
Right now, I'm hungry, and I'm, uh...
gonna eat.
I don't think he knows he's dead.
What? You trying to get me to feel sorry for him?
I think maybe
that's why he's here.
Maybe that's why he's waiting for me.
I think maybe I'm supposed to tell him.
You don't think he'll get the gist
when he looks in the mirror and there's nobody there?
When the phone stops ringing?
When nobody bothers to check his theater stub
after he comes back from the candy counter?
I think they've got a pretty good
orientation system already in place.
Then why did I have that encounter?
And why was he brought here?
I don't know, he needed the extra frequent flier miles,
figured an extra stopover?
I believe these things
happen to me for a reason.
The challenge is to have the patience
to wait for the reason to reveal itself.
Hmm... profundity.
If I dig it out, will you write that in my high school yearbook?
: Ooh.
: Someone is jealous.
Of your high school boyfriend? I think not.
He was pretty wild.
I was pretty wild.
Well, he's not wild now.
I'm sorry.
I've really had my fill of death today.
I really have.
I'm Deputy Mayor DiNovi. I'll tell you what I know.
The Costigans all died early this morning
of close-range shotgun wounds.
Preliminary investigations suggest that the killings
were not related to Mr. Costigan's employment.
We are aware of similar home invasions
in Wyoming and New Mexico
during the last 12 months.
Beyond that, it's an active investigation.
Hopefully, we'll know more in the morning.
WOMAN: Do you have anything to say
to the people of Phoenix who are obviously frightened?
Phoenix is a safe city.
But obviously, people need to take precautions.
Lock your doors, lock your windows.
Check in on your loved ones,
check in on your neighbors,
and know that we are gonna find these people.
We're gonna stop these people.
REPORTER: And what does the mayor have to say about all this?
DINOVI: The mayor fell ill prior to boarding a plane
back to Phoenix this morning.
Hey.
Yeah, I saw it; of course I saw it.
You were great.
You couldn't hear me cheering from over here?
You coming over?
I don't care.
Ring the bell, wake me up.
I mean it.
2:00 in the morning. Whenever.
Wake me up.
It was so random.
They were so unprepared.
I mean, in his wildest dreams, could he ever have imagined
that he would have died lying on his belly...
reading the paper?
And the mom.
Was she singing in the shower, seconds before it happened?
And the kids.
What were they dreaming about
before their lives were snuffed out?
Are you sure everything's locked?
I'll go check again.
Oh, my God!
Oh!
Help!
Mom?
Mom?!
Mom...!
Mom, please!
Mom!
Help!
BRIDGETTE: Mommy...
I just had a bad dream.
Yeah, me, too.
So, I know Bridgette had a nightmare.
Tell me about your nightlife.
Any visits from old boyfriends?
Nope. I guess he figured out
where he was supposed to be,
and how to get there, all by himself.
What do you mean? Are you telling me
that you actually had a sound night's sleep?
I didn't say that; I just didn't see
any news you can use, if you know what I mean.
Nothing about Clay,
nothing about this.
I did have a terryfying dream about a little b-o-y.
That took place I don't know where,
I don't know when, involving I don't know who.
Isn't that what you said
about your Indonesian nightmare?
I mean, before you realized who and what it was really about.
Well, that's what has me so worried.
Oh, Lee.
Can I talk to you about something?
I don't know if it means anything, but...
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
You mind taking a ride? Can we talk in the car? Sure.
What's going on?
Some hikers spotted a minivan, sitting upside-down
in a couple feet of water.
They seem to think there might be a couple bodies in it.
There are.
A mother and her son.
Okay.
And you wanted to talk to me about...?
We just covered it.
Someone slept alone last night.
You really are psychic.
Ha, ha.
Shaving cream. Yeah, clever.
No woman would let a man leave home like that.
Yeah, well, wasn't for lack of trying.
She's just been working all hours.
Between this home invasion thing and the mayor
flaking out.
Hm.
How old were you when you got married?
Me? Um... nine.
I've been married 12 years.
So, yeah, nine, mm-hmm.
Yeah, well, I'm pushing 14 myself.
You know, I never really lived with anyone.
Not long-term.
Hey, if it works for you.
Yeah, well, I'm not so sure it does anymore.
Tough to make the leap.
But I'm thinking there might be some leaping in my future.
Well, go on, Baryshnikov.
You can see where the big SUV pushed against it,
forced it off the road.
Maybe.
It's just so eerie.
Everything I dreamt about happened.
Well, that has to give you some sense of satisfaction.
No, it doesn't.
I feel like a walking carnival trick.
I dreamt about this little boy drowning to death.
What do you know?
It really happened.
What is the point?
Why show it to me if I can't prevent it?
So I have answers for the police questions
15 minutes before they would have them otherwise?
You know, um,
a very intuitive lady once said to me...
"I believe these things happen to me for a reason,
"and the challenge is having the patience
to wait for the reason to reveal itself."
Oh, zip it.
Anyway, I called Mrs. Pasternack down the street.
She's going to take the girls home with her.
So if you could stop by her place on the way home...
Thy will be done.
CRIME TECH: Everything we can do here, we've done.
The rest of it
really ought to happen back at the lab.
I made a call-- flatbed's on its way out here.
Anything you want to share?
Well, wherever they were going,
they knew it was going to take them a while to get there.
Car's full of clothes, toiletries...
No maps, though.
No tickets or brochures.
You get the feeling that maybe
it was a pretty spontaneous trip.
But you got a lot of the kinds of things
you see on a long road trip, like DVDs for the kid,
fast food wrappers, juice boxes...
What's this? It was in the player.
They must've had it on
when they went over the side-- The MonkeyHeads.
Did you say Monkeyheads?
Mm-hmm.
SCANLON: What's the big deal?
Does that mean something?
: Oh, boy...
I hope so.
Hey, I'm home.
Shh, shh, shh. You'll wake the baby.
Marie's already down?
Have you looked at your watch?
It's after 9:00.
Wow. You do good work.
What about Bridgette?
I really need to talk to Bridgette.
Well, I don't know,
she's been in bed for half an hour,
but I couldn't tell you if she's asleep or not,
'cause she fought me every step of the way.
Three days ago, she couldn't wait to get to bed,
and now she acts like
I'm sending her off to the electric chair.
You going to have some food?
Later.
Did you feel that?
What?
That blast of cold air?
What are you talking about?
I don't even think the air-conditioning's on.
I don't know.
I've been feeling them all night.
Maybe it's just my imagination.
Maybe you're going through the change of life.
Ah, could be.
: Bridgette.
Bridgette?
Hey. Hey.
: Hey...
What are you doing with this?
This is your sister's.
Well, I wasn't hurting it.
I was just listening to it.
Well, you're not supposed to be listening to it,
you're supposed to be asleep.
Well, I don't want to be asleep.
Sleeping is scary.
I see Monkeyheads when I sleep.
And why is that scary?
Monkeyheads aren't scary. Monkeyheads are funny.
No, no, they're not. Not lately.
Really?
Tell me what you've seen.
Well, the other night,
this mama monkey and this baby monkey,
they were in their car,
and then these bad monkeys chased them
and chased them
and then pushed them right off the road and into this lake.
And then?
And then they just sat there,
and they were upside-down, and they were bleeding,
and the car got filled up all with water.
And they just sat there.
And then they were breathing funny little cartoon bubbles.
And then they finally fell asleep,
and turned into Angel Monkeys,
and floated out of the car and up to heaven.
Wow.
Sweetie...
Well, I can see why you wouldn't want to have
another dream like that.
But here's the thing, Bridge--
I am almost 100% sure
that the bad dreams are over.
I really think it's okay to go back to sleep.
You do? I do.
And if, for some strange reason, I'm wrong,
you can come into my bed.
But... I don't think I'm wrong.
I think the bad dream is over.
Well, I hope so.
'Cause it's really tiring trying not to sleep.
She dreamt it, too.
The little boy, the drowning.
What are you talking about?
She dreamt a cartoon version of the same thing I did.
Cartoon?
Why a cartoon?
The little boy
was watching cartoons when he drowned.
I suppose he was trying to make peace with the way he died,
trying to find someone to tell his story to.
They're about the same age.
I hate that she dreams that stuff.
I know.
For what it's worth, I think she's okay.
She really thinks it is a cartoon.
A scary cartoon, but still a cartoon.
And I do think it's over.
Oh...
God.
Tell me you don't feel that.
Feel what?
It's like arctic.
You didn't feel that cold blast of air?
Come here, let me feel your head.
You don't feel feverish.
But why don't you go lay down in bed?
I'll be in in a minute.
I don't feel sick.
I don't know what to tell you.
It's Phoenix, Arizona.
If you're feeling the chills, you're getting sick.
Just go.
I'll clean up. I'll lock up.
Hey, Al.
Sorry about the cold.
I hear it goes away, eventually, though.
What else have you heard?
Oh... that you can see me.
That you can hear me.
That, uh, that's pretty rare.
I am really sorry, Clay.
The other day, outside my house...
I wasn't sure.
I thought you might be...
But I wasn't sure.
I'm really glad you're here.
I'm really glad I get to say good-bye.
Don't be sorry. Nothing to be sorry about.
Truth is, I've been flirting with this all my life.
Now that I'm here...
it's not like the view's all that bad.
You know what else I heard?
What's that?
That if I try hard enough,
that if I want it bad enough,
sometimes, someone like me
can be felt...
by someone like you.
I have to tell you, I've never...
Allison?
Do you want a hand locking up?
Uh... sure.
Absolutely.
Hello, Detective.
Your deputy-ship.
Haven't seen you in a couple of days.
You know what's been going on.
I look up from my desk, it's 11:00 at night.
Well, the mayor's back in town now.
I saw it right on the front page of the paper.
No reason for you not to come over tonight.
Well, then maybe I will.
Well, if you ring the bell, maybe I'll let you in.
10:00-ish okay?
I got a call from this woman in the third district.
Worked on our last campaign.
Wants to buy me a drink.
She was very insistent.
You sure it was a woman?
Don't you have somewhere you need to be?
Oh, um...
So... 10:00-ish.
SCANLON: The dead woman, the driver of the minivan,
name is Olga Bankova.
She's a naturalized U.S. citizen,
34 years old, single mother, artist of some kind.
Also works as a substitute teacher; no priors.
They were over 200 miles from home when they died.
The child in the backseat was her son Ian.
Seven years old.
What else do we know? Not much.
We're checking paint and body shops around the state,
looking for any large vehicles with horizontal abrasions
consistent with the minivan's.
So...
we're certain the car was pushed into that lake bed?
No. Yes.
No one in the crime lab is willing to say
in a definitive way that the minivan was actually pushed
into that lake bed.
Yes, there's paint on the car, yes, the side is scraped
consistent with that kind of scenario,
but the vehicle also took about a 40-foot fall,
which could account for the damage
and the mismatched paint could also be from a previous mishap.
That coupled with the fact that no one
can seem to come up with any kind of motive...
I know that she was pushed off the road.
I saw it happen. My daughter saw it, too.
Your daughter?
Really?
Did either one of you, perchance,
see who was driving the other vehicle?
I didn't, no.
What about your daughter?
My daughter doesn't have any information you could use.
I don't understand.
I'm gathering that, like you,
your daughter saw all this in a dream.
Don't you think it might be useful to us
to interview her, see if we couldn't piece together
some kind of description?
I'm familiar with a number of people from around the state
who have a lot of expertise
when it comes to interviewing children.
I mean, we'd have to finesse the whole dream thing,
but I'm sure it could be handled.
She saw them, but she didn't see them.
Look, it was a cartoon.
She saw the whole thing as a cartoon.
The people who pushed the minivan off the road
were cartoon people.
Everybody was a cartoon.
I see.
Any news on the home invasion front?
SCANLON: Not really. No.
Place turned out to be amazingly clean.
I mean, clearly these guys were pros.
Aha.
No leads on the home invasion front.
Dark cartoon forces at work,
pushing vehicles off our thoroughfares.
It's a wonderful day to be the district attorney.
Excuse me?
You're excused.
: "It's a wonderful day to be the district attorney."
You know the man's under a lot of pressure.
That's not the point. It was mean.
It was needlessly mean.
He's not himself.
I don't know what's wrong with him.
Who are you guys talking about? Nobody.
You know, all they're talking about on the radio is
how these guys are still out there,
it's just a matter of time before they do it again.
Okay, I get it.
He's under a lot of pressure on that case,
and I'm not helping him on that case.
Well, I'm sorry.
I wish I could pick and choose what I dream
on any given day, but I can't.
So it isn't the crime du jour.
I can't help that.
I see what I see, and I know what I know and my daughter...
Uh-uh... I think you're blowing this
way out of proportion. My daughter
doesn't get to specify the style of presentation
when someone reaches out to her from the great beyond
to tell her something. "Well, I'm sorry,
we're not accepting cartoon dreams today."
The district attorney prefers his clues from the other side
more straightforward.
More crime, less character.
More like an episode of Law & Order.
Allison.
Are you guys talking about me?
No, honey, nobody's talking about you.
Nobody's talking about anybody.
I need a bath.
Is something wrong, Mommy?
It's not you guys.
Mommy just had a hard day.
No, I'm, uh, I'm still here.
Of course. I know it's dinnertime.
He just wanted to run some tests,
and I'm just sitting here waiting for the results.
I'll call you when I'm done.
I love you, too.
I've been guarding it with my life.
I appreciate it.
Yeah?
Bridge and Marie are down.
Ariel's taking a shower.
I thought I would just lock up and go to bed.
Oh, my God, how long have I been in here?
That's all right; you look comfortable.
You're allowed.
I'll be back. I won't let you drown.
WOMAN: We're very aware of everything
that's been going on with the mayor.
We're all aware of how mercurial he can be.
You've been very deft
the way you've covered for him.
That's my job.
Oh, and you do it well.
You seem very, um, at ease on television.
Oh?
Have you ever considered running for office?
Excuse me?
We would like to see you go after a spot on city council.
Oh, let me ask you something.
How do I do this?
Just ask her.
You got a boyfriend?
Hopefully, a doctor or a lawyer.
Someone with some standing.
I'm just kidding.
But seriously, is there someone we should know about?
Whoever they are, they're going to end up being very involved.
Please, whomever it might be,
just don't let it be a civil servant.
All of the union agreements are coming up in January,
: and that's all we need.
I'd do that for you, if I could.
And I still haven't figured out the whole touch thing.
I'm beginning to think it's a big lie.
Lucky for you.
What are you doing here?
How long have you been here?
I never left.
But that's crazy.
That's wrong. You can't be here.
You can't do this.
I have a family, and you have someplace
you're supposed to be.
Well, I like it here.
I like your house; it feels good.
I like your kids.
You're not thinking clearly.
You must still be in shock.
And you're leaving out my husband.
I have a husband. I have a life.
Really?
Locked and loaded.
Hey, you know what?
Wet becomes you, my darling.
You look good like that.
I may toss you in that tub every night.
"Wet becomes you"?
: Wow.
This is so unfair.
What's that? I say the wrong thing?
You want me to go?
Just say, "Clay, I need you to go."
JOE: I can't help it. You come over here
and look at yourself in that water,
in the candlelight.
Sorry, baby, it's bigger than both of us.
Kind of a goofball, huh?
Stop it.
You're seriously bothered?
Just say, "Clay, I need you to go."
See, this is it. This is the kind of stuff.
This is why we were never meant to be.
What are you talking about?
"Never meant to be"?
Does he know he's got toothpaste on his mouth?
Does he have any idea how sad and pathetic
this all is? Clay, I need you to go!
Clay?
Did you say "Clay"?
As in high school Clay?
Is he here?
Allison?
Hey, Allison!
Allison!
Yoo-hoo?
Hmm?
Huh?
: Mommy!
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