Medium s07e04 Episode Script

Previously on Medium What's the matter, Mr.
Good? Can't sleep? You know, he's haunting you.
If anyone deserves to be haunted You've done nothing to deserve this.
Well, I always just kind of assumed you knew.
- Knew what? - You remember that night you dreamed that lady was gonna kill my brother, you called me to warn me, I told you that it was too late, it already happened? I lied.
Oh, my God.
You let him die.
I'm fighting for my life here, Allison.
For my job, for my future.
I think you'll get back everything you started with, except for my friendship.
Lee, are you here? Do you have the baby? Yeah, I got her.
I'm in the kitchen.
Hi.
Oh, what happened? Did you wake up hungry and Mommy not here? Did Daddy give you a bottle? He didn't feed her; I I fed her.
Who are you? What are you doing in my home? Oh, I'm-I'm Paul, Lee's older brother.
Beautiful kid, yeah.
I fed her, and she gobbled it right up.
Not formula.
Something better.
Something I whipped up myself.
What are you talking about? She doesn't eat solid food yet.
Oh, I don't know, she loved this.
You want some? I put the leftovers in the fridge.
Oh.
Lee, you okay? Yeah.
Same thing.
I can't sleep.
Nightmares, nothing but nightmares.
Lee, how long can this go on? I don't know what to tell you.
I've seen three doctors, taken all kinds of pills.
I want what you want; I want to sleep.
I want to get some rest.
Oh.
Hey, I'm sorry, Mr.
Good, Mrs.
Good, Baby Good.
Am I keeping you up? Well, don't worry, it's a short-term problem.
The dead don't sleep.
Look at all the states between her and us.
Now, according to this, Hanover, New Hampshire, is a little over ten inches away from Phoenix, so that's about 2,500 miles away.
Excellent work, Bridge.
Your math teacher would be very proud.
Yes, bravo on the math, but I'm a little worried about how gleeful you are about your sister being so far away.
Hey, I take good news where I can get it.
That's so far away.
Yeah.
The only way that she could be any farther would be if she went to school in a foreign country or something.
That's too much to hope for.
- Bridgette.
- If we're lucky, we'll never have to see her again.
But I don't want to never see Ariel again.
Bridgette, you're starting to scare her now.
Don't worry, sweetie.
We're going to see plenty of Ariel.
We're all going to fly up there for parents' weekend, and that's less than two months away.
Who has been going through my stuff? I told you two to stay out of my room while I am packing! You know, it just occurred to me I'm not a parent, so why do I have to go to this parent weekend thing? I'm talking to you! I can tell that somebody has been nosing through my stuff and messing up my piles, and I want it to stop.
Ariel, I would never touch your things.
Okay.
Now, what about you? First of all, I haven't even been in your room.
Second of all, why would I even touch your cootie-ridden stuff in the first place? We've done a wonderful job, darling.
Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing.
Ariel, are you still taking the girls to school? Do I have to? Think someone could use a good walk.
Ariel.
She must have been adopted.
Dartmouth.
You done good, kiddo.
Grandpa? Oh, yeah.
Been a while, hasn't it? You know, when we last saw each other, you were wondering what teacher you were going to get for fourth grade.
Okay, quit staring at me.
Making me uncomfortable.
What's the matter? You never saw a dead relative before? No.
Well, relax.
I'm around more than you think.
And I like to keep an eye on things.
And I even check in with your mom, you know, from time to time.
Which is why I am glad that you are finally old enough to, uh, handle a visit from your dear old departed granddad.
'Cause you got a problem.
I have a problem? Ah.
Indeed, you do.
See, you're going off to school in a few days.
Very excited, and who wouldn't be? But your sister is having a very hard time with it.
And you are so busy, you don't even notice it.
She's upset, and she feels that she's going to lose you forever.
And if you don't do something about it before you leave, she is going to have a very rough go for the next few months.
Okay.
Well, how do I help? And what-what do I do? Who do I look like, Dr.
Phil? I don't know how girls talk to each other, and I don't want to know.
I see a problem, I point it out.
You have a sister issue.
Fix it.
Girls are in the kitchen waiting.
Okay.
I'll be right there.
If you and Bridge could lower the volume on the sisterly love, that would be great.
I think it's really starting to affect Marie.
Of course.
Actually, I'm a little concerned about Marie, too.
Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
Good.
Good morning.
DA's office.
I've been waiting for you.
My name is Caroline Krueger, and I need your help with something.
I figured if I got to you early, before there were a lot of people around, this would be easier.
I'm sorry.
Did one of the paralegals send you over or the district attorney or? No.
No one sent me over.
No one can see me.
No one but you.
So you're? Going on ten months now.
I won't bore you with all the gruesome details, but I'd really like it if someone would let my folks know.
Okay.
How do you spell your name? Uh, Krueger, with a "K.
" Like Freddy.
Uh, first name Caroline, with a "C.
" So, yeah, I'm buried out in the Sonora desert.
Right past the Yucca exit on Route 18.
There's an old abandoned well on the eastbound side.
I'm about 40 yards behind it, and about four feet down.
Uh, I'm wearing this.
I can hear my mother praying every day that they find me.
Uh it'd be nice if she could move on.
She's dead, sir.
Someone murdered her.
I think I know where her body is buried.
It's off of Route 18.
The Yucca exit.
Unfortunately, Yucca's outside our jurisdiction.
They have their own DA, their own sheriff's department.
I don't think I can call them and suggest they start scouring the desert for this girl.
They wouldn't really have to scour.
I mean, she gave me a very clear idea of where we could find her.
I'm not going to lie to you.
Yucca's not my favorite place.
Uh, I'm not crazy about the way they do things there.
What do you mean? What's so different about the way they do things in Yucca? Forecast says it's going to hit 115 today.
Sure would break my heart to see one of you cupcakes catch a sunburn before you're done digging that hole.
All right, you heard him.
Keep it going, let's go! Don't worry, Mr.
District Attorney.
If she's down there, we'll find her.
I have every confidence, Sheriff Guillory.
So, these people that come to you, tell you things like where this girl is supposedly buried they're all? Dead.
Yeah.
Huh.
That's a handy gift, if it really works.
Hey, Sheriff Guillory! I think we've got something! Well, at first glance, she would certainly seem to match the description of the missing young lady.
I am impressed.
Now, you have any clues about who might have done this? No.
I'm sorry.
Well, I guess that's my job.
But if you have any more chatty visitors from the other side, you give me a call, okay? Of course.
Ma'am.
Mr.
District Attorney.
Sheriff.
All right, let's finish the job.
Let's get her out of there.
Wow, I didn't even know that there were chain gangs anymore.
Ah.
That's 'cause you haven't spent any time in Yucca County.
Around here, you're convicted of a crime, Sheriff Guillory fits you for a pink jumpsuit and assigns you to a work crew.
The ACLU hates him, but the voters love him.
This whole experience was so unexpected.
I mean, on one hand, you look at him, and he seems so awful and cruel.
Having prisoners wear those pink jumpsuits and parade around on a chain gang.
Well, remind me never to get a speeding ticket in Yucca.
Yeah, but on the other hand, he was very deferential to me, like he was really impressed that I came through for him.
I'm very happy for you.
Well, he's got his work cut out for him now figuring out who killed this girl.
I mean, come on.
She told me everything about where she was buried.
Couldn't she just take a few extra seconds and tell me who did this to her? Life is full of mysteries.
So, apparently, is death.
Hey.
Did you notice how nice Ariel and Marie were to each other tonight? I think they're really going to miss each other.
I just wish that Ariel and Bridgette had that kind of relationship.
Joe.
Joe.
I love you, too.
Wow.
Nice.
Who did you have to call to get us in here? You know, when, uh, you said "a room," I figured you meant hotel room.
Smells like urine in here.
Whatever.
Still going to cost $100.
It's okay.
I'm good for it.
Sorry.
Nobody's that good.
If you want to play, you got to pay.
Well, then, we got a problem, 'cause I don't have any money on me.
No.
Actually, you got a problem.
I'm out of here.
Okay.
Look No, you look.
Came here to do something, and we're going to do it.
Paul Scanlon.
I swear I've seen his face before.
Well, you might have seen him on the news.
He was murdered a year ago.
Beaten to death by a woman.
Given this fella's history, it sounds like some sort of poetic justice.
Yeah, a lot of people thought so at the time.
So, what do we do now? Well, we don't do much.
Unfortunately, you're not in my employ.
A fact I'm growing to regret more and more by the second.
Anyway, to answer your question, her parents deserve some closure, so I'm going to see if I can figure out just where the hell this bathroom is.
Maybe find a way to put this Scanlon fella in there with her.
You know, I I didn't actually see the murder.
But, in your dream, she was wearing the same clothes.
Ah, sort of makes sense.
Still the best lead we got.
You met her folks? Nice people.
Probably not going to mention the prostitution part of the story.
He wasn't going to pay her anyway, so it sort of seems beside the point.
Besides, it's tough enough for a parent to bury an 18-year old.
They don't need to know the rest of it.
Well I'll call you when I know something.
I'll call you if I dream something.
Deal.
Thanks.
Yep.
ARIEL Hey, Marie! Over here.
Over here.
Hey, what are you doing inside the computer? I'm not inside the computer, silly.
I'm on my laptop.
I'm just trying to show you that even though I'm going to college on the other side of the country, we can still see each other every day, just like this.
Wow.
That's amazing.
Where are you? In my room.
You mean in my room.
It's not your room yet, Bridge.
No, but it will be soon enough.
Okay, you know, what's your problem? I don't have a problem.
I just think it's funny that you think talking to your sister through a computer is going to make her feel better about you going away.
Well, it kind of does.
No, it doesn't.
Okay, I asked you before, and I'm going to ask you again what is your problem? I don't have a problem.
Well, you sure act like you do.
No.
I think what's throwing you off is that everybody else around here is acting like it's the end of the world just 'cause you're going away.
Me? I just want you to be gone so that my life can begin.
That's really mean, Bridge.
I don't mean it to be mean, I mean it to be honest.
I don't care that you're going away.
I care that I get your room.
I care that the bathroom drawers will have less junk in them.
That you're not going to be here? Sorry.
Don't really care.
Think about it.
We don't do anything together.
You don't talk to me, and when you're not ignoring me, you're looking at me funny.
What is there to miss? Fine.
I'll miss you, Ariel.
I know.
I'm going to go finish packing.
So my brother's a murderer now, huh? I just got off the phone with a deputy from Yucca County.
Wanted to know if I had any of my brother's personal effects, if I knew anything that might connect him to the murder of Caroline Krueger.
That's it? You got nothing to say to me? I had a dream.
I heard that.
You had a dream about my brother, and instead of picking up the phone and calling me, you drive out to East Nowhere and tell everything to Andy of Mayberry.
Thanks.
I guess we're not friends anymore, but thanks for the professional courtesy.
You know I'm a detective? Well, hey.
Of course I know you're a detective.
And, of course I know now that you would want to check this out, but, honestly, I'm just thinking about this girl.
I mean, think about everything that's been going on around here.
With you, with us.
No, no.
I get it.
I don't like it, but I get it.
You think my brother's a murderer.
Of course you do.
How could I forget? Look at what you think of me.
Hey, my sister called.
She said everything's a go for her to pick up Bridgette and Marie before we go to the, um, the airport.
And, um, she said, if we wanted to stay for a couple of extra days in New Hampshire, she's happy to hang with them.
Are you listening to me? Who you expecting a message from? Oh nobody.
Lee.
Lee? I thought you weren't speaking to Lee.
Well, I I'm not.
Or I wasn't.
Only now, he's not speaking to me, and I don't know why and it bothers me.
Ah, the worm turns.
Excuse me, who's the worm in your version of the story? Don't ask me.
I'm not the one checking my cell phone every 30 seconds to see if the person I'm not speaking to has called.
Well, I guess I'm the worm.
I mean, I should have called him.
I should have told him what was going on.
I really had no reason not to.
Well, listen, Wormy, the good news is, tomorrow is another day.
What do you say we get some rest? Hey, how sure are you about that "tomorrow is another day" thing? I have it on good authority.
Besides, if I'm wrong, we'll never know.
What are you doing? We're done, right? I thought you were done.
I need to go.
I really do.
I need to go.
People are going to miss me.
We're not done.
Oh, God, please.
I hurt.
I hurt so bad.
And I need to go, please.
I won't tell anybody about this.
I promise.
Just, please, I need to go.
What is that? Is someone coming? Shut up.
You make one sound, and I'll kill you.
You understand me? Well, hello there, Mr.
Good.
So when did you find out your brother was back in Phoenix? Is this what you not talking to me looks like? 'Cause I'm starting to think you don't understand the concept.
Come on.
You know as well as I do.
Couple of days before he died.
Devalos pulled me into his office.
You're lying.
You're lying to me.
You've been lying to me this whole time.
You knew he was back months before that, because you were with him the night that he murdered Caroline Krueger.
You're crazy.
Come on, Lee.
Come with me.
We have to talk to Sheriff Guillory about this.
You have to tell him that you know where that restroom is.
You have to tell him that you can place your brother there the night of the murder.
Lee, come on.
This girl's family deserves it.
Her family deserves to know the truth.
You're out of your mind! Hey, I saw you there! You saw me where? In some desert restroom where you say my brother killed some woman? I don't think so, 'cause if I was, I wouldn't have had to spend last night crawling around every toilet within spitting distance of the 18.
So, last night, you're looking for where this girl died? I'm a detective, Allison.
My brother's being accused of murder.
I think he's probably the lowest form of life, but I don't think he's a murderer.
So, yeah, last night, I went on a tour of toilets.
And did you find anything? This is Marist Park in Yucca.
This is the restroom nearest the entrance.
Do you think that's where it happened? You told Guillory you saw tags on all the walls, right? "Raggz" with two Gs and a Z.
Well, turns out, there's a branch of the Raggz gang that does operate on the outskirts of Yucca.
And guess what.
Marist Park is part of their territory.
So, I started looking last night after my shift was over, and I did find one restroom I think is a maybe.
Now, is it the restroom you dreamt about? I have no idea.
But I did walk inside, and I just had a feeling.
It's a detective thing.
And, I mean, I know the place must have been cleaned a hundred times since the night Caroline Krueger disappeared.
I know the odds of finding any evidence that a crime took place in there are virtually nil.
I was just about to leave when I heard something.
They got one of those new lights in there with those, uh, environmentally friendly lightbulbs.
They last about a hundred years, but, uh, they make a buzzing sound like a a bee that's had too much coffee to drink.
And that's when it hits me.
They don't clean lightbulbs, Allison.
So maybe just maybe if the killing did happen in this particular bathroom, and if it was violent enough, and if, in fact, this is a bulb that was in there when this supposed killing happened, there may just be some blood or some DNA or something on it.
The girl's, and hopefully somebody other than my brother.
Well, so where's the bulb now? Are you having it tested? Couldn't get to it.
They got an aluminum box over it.
You need a key to get it off.
I was going to call your new friend, Deputy Dog, and ask him if he could meet me over there to help me unlock it.
I was even going to suggest we bring the bulb back here, let the city's forensic lab run the DNA analysis.
Assuming there is some DNA.
Assuming we have the right bulb.
Assuming we have the right bathroom.
You get the idea.
Well, you want me to call him? What, now you're my friend again? I know how to dial a phone.
Feel free to call your buddy Guillory tomorrow.
Ask him about all the fun we had at the, uh, restroom in Marist Park.
After that, I don't really care what you do.
What you doing? I don't know.
Just looking at my ceiling one last time.
You excited about tomorrow? Excited? Scared.
But excited.
How about your good-bye to Marie and Bridgette? Oh, yeah.
Took Marie out for ice cream.
Showed her how to use the computer again so we can video-chat.
Oh.
Gave her that backpack I had in middle school the one that she's always wanted.
And Bridgette? I don't know.
She waved when I took Marie out for ice cream.
Asked me to bring back a sweatshirt from Dartmouth.
I don't understand.
I guess she was right.
I guess we never really were that close.
Hey.
But you're sisters.
But I can't make her miss me, Mom.
She doesn't want to give me a hug.
She doesn't want a big good-bye.
All she wants is this room.
So I guess that's the least that I can give her.
You know, I've been thinking about that.
You don't have to move out of here.
I mean, this is still your family.
You're going to need somewhere to stay when you come back, on breaks and vacations and No.
She really wants this room.
Well, and I'II, uh I'll sleep with Marie in the bunk beds when I come home.
You know what's funny? I think I'm going to miss her.
Oh, babe.
92, 93 And if you do this a hundred times every night, your hair will never tangle, and it will always shine.
- A whole hundred? - A whole hundred.
Will it shine like yours? Mm-hmm.
Cool.
You forgot about that, didn't you? You taught her about brushing her hair.
About carrying numbers over in long division.
About all kinds of things.
What are you doing here? And are you the reason I just had that dream? Like I told you, I am very worried about your sister.
'Cause I don't think you appreciate how much she depends on you and how much she is going to miss you when you're gone.
Wait, the other day when you were here, you were talking about Bridgette? Well, hello there, Mr.
Good.
He's here.
Just like you said he would be.
Yeah.
He may be a lousy brother, but he's always been a good cop.
A good cop and a great detective.
Come on, Sherlock.
Crime's been committed.
You can solve it.
Think, baby brother.
Think, think, think, think, think, think, think.
Come on.
Ah.
Yeah.
You're getting warmer, baby brother.
Oh, yeah.
Yes, you are.
Like a moth to the flames.
Oh, yeah.
You're on fire, Mr.
Good.
You're on fire, baby.
Pretty good, huh? We had you completely fooled, didn't we? You looking for me? Lee was telling the truth, wasn't he? He'd never been in that bathroom before last night.
And even though the two of you were there, he couldn't see you because the two of you are Sleeping the big sleep.
Look at that.
You got it all figured out.
You thought you were looking at the past, but you were really looking at the present.
Yeah.
That was just a little play that Caroline and me put on.
Staged for an audience of one.
I I don't get it.
Why would you want me to think that Lee was with you the night that you killed Caroline? And why would Caroline help you after all you've done to her? Good question.
Why would Caroline help me after I beat her to death ten months ago? Unless You didn't do it, did you? I didn't even meet her till we were both on the other side.
That's when I found out about people like you.
People who could see me.
People who could see what I wanted them to see.
If you didn't do it, then who did? And why did you go to all this trouble to make me think it was you? Well, maybe I knew that it would only be a matter of time before it got back to Lee.
And maybe I knew that if he thought I was involved in a murder, there's no way he'd just be able to sit on the sidelines.
Mm-mm, no.
He'd find that toilet you'd been dreaming about, he'd go there, and he'd figure out the one thing that might clear me and then he'd bring it to the attention of the man who really killed that poor little whore.
Sheriff Guillory? You know, it's tough being a strict law and order man, it really is.
I mean, every once in a while, you got to, you know, blow off a little steam.
So when the good sheriff picked up that little girl on a solicitation charge and she offered him a freebie to let her go, well, he took her to the most out-of-the-way place he could think of.
Problem is Sheriff likes it rough.
Caroline fought back.
Lot of blood when all was said and done.
Now, the sheriff cleaned up the best he could, but he forgot one little detail.
The lightbulb.
The same one my baby brother is pointing out to him right this very moment.
Oh, my God, he's going to kill him.
Yeah, we can only hope so.
You've reached the cell phone of Detective Lee Scanlon.
Leave a message after the beep.
Lee, this is Allison.
This is an emergency.
Call me back.
Voice mail, huh? Not a good sign.
Hope Caroline won't be too upset if the sheriff gets the drop on ol' Lee.
She's obviously rooting for things to go the other way.
Of course, uh, I kind of fibbed and told her Lee was quicker on the draw than the guy who killed her.
Ah, what am I saying? I can't fool you.
You know the rules better than I do.
I'm dead, so I peeked.
I looked into the future and saw how it all ended.
And let's just say everyone gets what they want.
All the dead people, anyway.
Good idea.
Let's go see for ourselves how it all turned out.
Wonder which one of us is going to make it there first.
I do believe this is what you call a win-win, partner.
This scumbag pulled his gun while your brother's back was turned.
Of course, your brother here saw him in the mirror.
Very cool.
Huh.
Sounds like my friend Allison, uh, called in the cavalry.
I guess our, uh, work here is done.
Good.
Then I can get gone.
And with any luck, I'll never have to run into any of you again.
That's all right, you can thank me later.
Huh, well love you, too, darling.
Hey.
Remember when we were little? That big hill behind our house? All the neighborhood kids would play King of the Mountain there.
Just about every day, it'd end up with you and me at the top.
Just about every day I'd knock you down to the bottom with the rest of the losers.
Remember what I used to tell you? "You may be Mr.
Good.
" "But I'll always be Mr.
Better.
" What do you think, huh? Pretty in life, pretty in death.
Hell of a feeling, isn't it, waking up dead, realizing your own flesh and blood made it happen? Now we're even.
- Clear.
- Okay, let's get the medic team inside now, let's go! Nothing.
Too bad they can't see you over here, huh? Then maybe they'd know not to bother.
Come on, Mr.
Good.
Don't just stand there.
I went to a lot of trouble to arrange this little face-to-face.
Don't you have anything to say? Shh Don't shush me, little brother.
I've waited a whole lot of months to get you alone, tell you what I think about you.
Sorry, I'm not really listening to you.
I'm thinking about my wife.
I'm thinking about my baby.
I'm trying to hold on to them in my head.
What are you talking about? Hold on to them? There's nothing they can do for you, not from here.
I tell you what, you want to want to hold on to something? Hold on to this for the rest of eternity, you get to watch your wife cry herself to sleep.
You like that, huh? Yeah, and how about hold on to this, too? For the rest of her life, you get to watch your kid grow up without her daddy.
Enjoy, Mr.
Good, my gift to you.
What are you grinning about? What's so funny, huh? You want to let me in on the, on the joke, baby brother? It's a funny thing, this dying.
Suddenly you see a lot more than you could before.
I just saw something, Paul.
I know something you don't.
Clear! He's got a pulse weak but steady.
I think we can move him.
No no.
No, damn it, this isn't fair! Now, this man is dead! He deserves to be dead! What are you doing?! Stop giving him oxygen, huh?! Let him bleed to death! What are you doing?! Let him die! You want to save somebody?! Go save that crooked sheriff, huh?! This isn't how it's supposed to be! Miss, you can't come through here.
I'm looking for Lee Scanlon.
Detective Scanlon Lee! Lee, hey, Lee, hey, n-n-n-no, don't Look, I'm gonna call Ly-Lynn.
We'II, we'll meet you at the hospital, okay? Lee, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
I see things and I know things, but I guess sometimes I'm wrong and I was wrong about you.
Hey.
Don't speak.
Just listen.
I put all my posters back up on the walls in my room.
I put all the things I'm not taking with me back in my drawers because I realized that that is my room, not yours, and that I am still a part of this family and I still need a place to sleep when I come back.
But you can sleep in there whenever you want, but when you do, I want you to think, "I am sleeping in my older sister's room, "and she is out there in the world learning things "so that she can come back here and give me a heads up before it's my turn.
" And you can pretend that you don't care about me.
But I care about you and I have taught you lots of things and we have done lots of stuff together, but I plan to do more.
So I wrote this up for you.
It's instructions on how to video-chat with me while I'm in college, because I know that you want to but you're too proud to ask Marie how to do it.
So, anyway, in a few minutes Dad is going to come in here and he's going to wake everybody up and you can go back to pretending that you don't care that I'm going, and that's fine with me.
But I just want you to know that I love you that you are loved and that you will be missed and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.
See you at parents weekend.
Hey, Ariel.
Me, too.
I know.
Girls, got a big day.
Everybody up and at 'em.