Medium s07e07 Episode Script

Man, who farted? What the? It's motor oil.
That's right.
It's motor oil.
And this is a lighter.
Look, I know what you did, I know what you took, so give it to me.
How do you know that, space man? Nobody knows about that.
Now, get your ass out of here.
If it's in here and you're not telling me, then it's going to burn up along with you.
But if it's in here and you give it to me, maybe we can work something out.
Hey, man, it's not in here.
Then, where is it? Where is it?! Stand up, will you?! Put that thing out! It's with my partner.
And where's he? He's got a trailer like this in the desert.
Hey, white boy, who in the hell are you? The man who can read your mind.
Hey! Hey! Stop! Hey! Stop! You say something? What? I asked, "Did you say something?" You're talking gibberish.
What? I'm talking gibberish? Stop that.
Talk to me.
I am talking to you.
And you're talking to me.
What is that? Are you making that up? Is that a language? Oh, man.
Not today.
JOE Hey.
Daddy? I got to take your mom to the hospital, have someone take a look at her.
It's almost 6:00.
When it's time, get your sister up and help her with breakfast.
I don't know how I'm going to get you to school today, but I'll call you from the hospital once I figure it out.
Joe.
Everybody on TV is talking gibberish, too.
Okay? Don't lecture me.
I I know exactly where I'm supposed to be.
I'm no happier about not being at that breakfast than you are, but my wife is in the hospital.
That's nice of you.
If I knew what kind of specialist she needed, I'd absolutely take you up on that and have you make that call.
WOMAN Trauma team to the ER.
Trauma team to the ER.
Okay.
Thanks.
Mr.
Dubois? Yes.
Hi.
I'm Dr.
Natalie Salem.
I've been looking at your wife.
Is this a good time to talk? Yes, yes, absolutely.
- Please.
- Okay.
There we go.
She's fine, by the way.
- Oh.
- Resting very comfortably.
Good.
She's fine? Well, she's sedated.
But, really, she's fine.
I mean, there is nothing physiologically wrong with her.
Everything works.
She can hear.
She just doesn't recognize what she hears as speech at least as speech in a language she's familiar with.
Okay.
But she was able to read questions that I typed - on the computer and then speak back to me.
- Okay.
Really, she's fine.
It's a kind of hysteria, like hysterical blindness, where a person can see, but they don't believe they can see.
I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.
Based on what I read in her file, you've been through a lot of these things.
God I don't know how you do it.
Uh, what now? There's really no actual way of treating this.
That's why I sedated her.
I'm hoping, when she wakes up, the condition will have reversed itself.
She's going to be out for a couple more hours at least, if you want to do something.
I, um I have your number, so I can call you when she's awake.
Okay, that'd be great.
And here's my number.
You never know when you might need it.
It was nice meeting you, Joe.
Hello? Is anybody home? Hey, you.
Last I remember, you were driving me to the hospital in the dark.
How did we get here? It's amnesia.
They said that might happen 'cause of the sedative.
Uh, we've been home a couple hours now.
You can't understand a word I'm saying, can you? I don't understand a word you're saying.
My e-mail? You sent me an e-mail.
Amnesia.
Oh, I'm sorry you missed work.
Oh, good.
You got the girls to school.
Doctor said it will reverse itself in time.
Hysteria? You don't think it's hysteria, do you? Um, I got to go pick up the girls.
School.
I get it.
Do you want the paper? Newspaper? Oh, newspaper.
Yeah, yeah, that'd be great.
Okay.
There you go.
Thanks.
Love you! Hey, what are you doing? Go say hi to your mom before you get something to eat.
Come on, Marie.
Hello.
This is Joe.
Mr.
Burroughs? Yeah, okay, put him on.
Dad, Mom's not here.
Mom's not anywhere.
Actually, can I call him right back? Oh, wow.
It's a pretty wild story.
Oh.
That is quite a story.
Guy in a fireproof suit, motor oil.
I think you're going to have to get the coroner to go back out there and take a second look.
Forensics, arson guys Okay.
"Forensics" You sent me an e-mail.
I I can't understand what you're saying.
Now, I come home, I got the kids, I got my boss on the phone, you're nowhere to be found, and finally I realize you sent me an e-mail.
I don't understand what you're saying.
Oh, right.
Okay, there it is.
Right above the e-mail about foreclosure bargains in my neighborhood, right below the one about how I can save big on life-extending vitamins.
Joe, you're upset I can see that.
But I know you read the e-mail I sent about going to see my boss, so I'm lost here.
- I I don't know - I think the well is empty.
I think the reservoir of love and goodwill and benefit of the doubt is dry.
I don't know how much longer I can do this.
I wake up every morning with a different Allison.
And somehow, I'm supposed to adjust.
My job, the kids.
Somehow, we're all supposed to adjust.
I'm just tired of it.
I'm just tired of it, Allison.
I don't know what it is.
Whatever it is, I'm sorry.
I'll fix it.
When this is over, I will fix it.
Hello.
Just just a second.
Just a second.
Sorry.
Honey? Honey? I need your help.
It's my boss.
Can you talk to him? Evening, District Attorney.
It's Joe.
No, it's okay.
You tell me, I'll tell her.
Okay, I got it.
You were right.
It was arson.
It was murder.
Are you still mad at me? # You must know me # # I'm one of your secrets.
# She's been sitting there like that all day.
DEVALOS Well, I don't know what else to do.
I sent her three e-mails telling her it's okay if she goes home.
But she insists this is where she wants to be.
She keeps thinking that this condition that she has is connected to something, something that's going on here, and the sooner she can get to the bottom of it, the sooner everything will go back to normal.
It's not going to happen.
They don't seem to want my help.
Of course, I explained to them who I was.
I'm trying to tell you.
They kept me waiting for over an hour, then they told me they weren't interested.
I told you, this was a bad idea.
Anyway I'm coming home.
Ichy bada woo? Ichy bada woo.
You know, I'm sorry.
I I know I'm staring.
It's just I understood every word you just said on the phone.
Except for, uh, that "Ichy bada woo.
" You understood everything I was saying on the phone? Yeah.
And I just understood what you just said about me understanding.
Do you, by any chance, speak Diné? What is Diné? It's the language I'm speaking to you right now.
It's the language I was speaking on the phone.
It's Navajo it's the Navajo language.
Oh, no.
I mean Well, I don't think so.
This is so peculiar.
I'm speaking to you in Diné, and you're answering me in English.
Forgive me.
My name's Jane Livingston.
I'm a professor of anthrolinguistics at Mesa University.
No, no, no.
Please, forgive me.
My name is Allison Dubois.
I work here, and-and the only language that I speak is English.
At least, up until yesterday morning, when suddenly I couldn't understand anything that anybody said.
Up until now.
Up until you.
I saw the story this morning on the news, and I thought, "My God, a murder.
" I thought maybe I could be of some help to this investigation, speaking the language and all, but nobody here was interested.
Well, I'm interested.
I'm going to talk to my boss.
I'm going to get you involved.
You know, I've heard of people like you.
Suddenly being able to understand a language they've never been exposed to.
It's called xenoglossia.
Great.
So it has a name? Even now, as we're speaking, you have no awareness that I'm speaking to you in Diné? No.
It sounds like you're speaking English.
I mean, it sounds great.
Like a relief.
Frankly, it's been almost two days, and my my husband and my daughters they're having a hard time with the whole thing.
Well, then I guess maybe it was meant to be that we meet each other today.
I'm only teaching one class this semester.
So if you need any help a translator or someone to speak to your family on the phone Oh, no, I couldn't do that.
Sure, you could.
And we are going to work together.
You are going to get me involved.
Right? I have devoted my adult life to studying this beautiful language and these beautiful people.
I want to help.
Really, I do.
Thanks.
# You must know me # # I'm one of your secrets # # I belong to you # # And you belong to me.
# So, have you told her yet? Nope.
Not yet.
Told her what? None of your beeswax.
Just eat.
Your sister chose not to go to gym all last week, so now she has to stay late for detention all this week.
Wow, you are bad.
And Mom doesn't even know! How is she supposed to know? She can't understand a word you tell her.
It's like talking to a dog.
- Hey.
- What? Hello? Yes, Mr.
District Attorney, she's here.
Hold on one second.
Let me go into a another room so I can write down everything for her.
How much will you give me? For what? You can't tell her anything.
She can't hear.
I'll write her a note.
Girls, what are you talking about? Aw.
I love you, too, babe.
I love both you girls.
You go for the pencil, I'll break your hand.
Give me five dollars.
- Three.
- Deal.
Aw.
Your boss needs you to go to this address.
Was that Devalos? Hey, Dad.
You got three singles? Uh, hello.
Whoever you are, I can't talk now.
Oh, yes you can.
You can talk to me.
I speak your language.
Jane! Dr.
Livingston.
What you doing? Oh, I'm heading out to a murder scene.
Out in the desert, about 30 miles east of Kingman.
That's just off the reservation.
A lot of Navajo live out there.
Was the person who was murdered a Navajo? I don't know.
You want company? You won't be able to understand anyone if I'm not there, right? I'm at the university.
Come by and pick me up.
It's weird.
Guy was beat to a pulp, then shot in the knee, the shoulder, the cheek, the gut and the ankle.
All at close range.
Okay.
Now, what does that tell us? Shooter couldn't make up his mind? Whew.
Hey, guys.
This is Dr.
Jane Livingston from Mesa University.
She's a linguist, and she knows an awful lot about the Navajos that live in this area.
Believe it or not, if there's anything you want to say to me, she can translate it into a language - that I can understand.
- It's nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you both.
Is that him? Yeah.
If you'd like me to take a look, I might be able to identify him.
I spend a lot of time with these people.
I might know him.
Well, we think we already have a lead on who the guy is.
But, uh, if you really want to Ooh.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
Let's get some fresh air.
On second thought, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.
The detective was saying that they believe this man and the man who was burned to death knew each other.
Used to work on the same construction crew.
And they found this rifle hidden under the trailer.
They're not sure if it's even connected to the murder.
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! They robbed a bank.
They worked together.
They were a team.
They robbed the Deming First National Bank.
Did she do what I think she just did? It's what she does.
You all right? I don't know.
I guess.
I've never seen anyone like that before.
Bullet in the head.
Dead.
I tried to warn you.
Oh, I know.
I'm sure he lived a violent life.
It's just Navajo's a dying language.
Even the kids growing up on the reservations, so few of them speak it these days.
And now two more men who did are gone.
That makes me sad.
That's ridiculous, right? No.
It's kind of tragic, actually.
Hello.
Yeah, she's here.
What? It's for you.
Hello.
Am I taking you away from something? Hi, Jane.
I am calling in my new and unofficial capacity as aide to Allison Dubois.
The district attorney phoned me.
Asked me if I could pass on some new info to you.
Said he would have e-mailed it, but he wasn't near a computer.
Well, cool.
I have an aide.
I like that.
That gun they found buried beneath the trailer turns out it was used in the bank robbery in Deming, New Mexico, last week.
A masked man came in with an assault rifle and fired a warning shot into the ceiling.
Walked away with a little over a million dollars.
Oh, wow.
Also, and he said this would probably only make sense to you: "Guess now we know what the man in the fire suit was looking for in the trailer.
" Yeah, I guess we do.
And that's all she wrote.
So, listen I know that this is hard for you isolating and frustrating but for what it's worth, even with all the blood and gore, this has been a kick.
I never in a million years imagined I'd meet someone like you.
And never in a million years did I imagine I'd meet you the way I did.
So thanks.
You know, this isn't over.
Oh, I don't know.
I'm thinking it's kind of close.
I don't know why I'd say that.
You're the psychic, not me.
I guess it's a feeling I have.
And I wanted to say that to you, because I like you, Allison.
Oh, I like you, too.
All right, enough of that.
You get back to your family.
I'm getting back to my books.
This is your aide signing off.
Hi.
This is Dr.
Natalie Salem.
If you're calling with a medical emergency, please hang up and dial 911.
If you need to speak with me personally, please leave a detailed message You okay? Everybody's tucked in.
Who was on the phone? I was just checking my voice mail at work.
Just a work call.
It's, uh not that doesn't matter.
Hey.
Don't say anything.
I mean, you know, I I really wouldn't be able to understand what you said if you did.
So just listen.
I think all this is almost over.
I do.
And Jane called earlier, and she thinks it's almost over.
Those two guys are dead.
We know what happened.
We know why.
And that's why I think it's almost over.
So who knows, I could wake up in the morning and suddenly understand everything everyone's saying to me.
I could wake up in the morning, and we could talk.
'Cause I sense that we really need to do that.
# Well, I belong to you # # I belong to you # # I belong to you # # And you belong to me # Anyway, that's it.
That's all I wanted to say.
# Look at me # # I'm your heart's keeper # I've got a squad car heading over to her home now.
As soon as they make contact with her, we can figure out if we actually need to send a protective detail over there.
Beyond that I keep calling and getting no answer.
Allison, it's not even 7:00 in the morning.
Maybe she's a sound sleeper.
Maybe she's in the shower.
This bludgeoning by tiki totem frankly, there's something off about the whole thing.
It doesn't sound like something that's happening here now.
She's a college professor, and she really has nothing to do with any of the things we're investigating, save for the fact that she's a translator for you.
I can't help but think that you're letting your imagination get the best of you.
In any event, once we've made contact with her, I will contact you.
Why don't you go home? Have breakfast with your family.
You'll call me as soon as you make contact? Yes, I will call you.
Thank you.
Okay, the two of you, kiss your mother good-bye.
Oh.
See you after school, Mom.
See you after school, Mom.
Have a good day, Chicklets.
- Okay.
See you after school, Mom.
- Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Can you tell me what she's saying? Uh, it's a recorded message.
It's a voice mail greeting.
It's nothing.
Is she saying something about being sick or being out of town? No, just "Leave your name and number.
" No.
Got to get the girls to school.
School I got it.
See you later.
Love you, too.
Hi.
This is Jane.
I'm not here right now, so please leave a message and I'll call you back.
Hey, uh, Jane, hi.
This is Allison.
Listen, I I'm worried about you.
I had an awful dream.
This man that I've never seen before.
He was he was blond.
You were getting out of the shower.
He-he I think he killed you.
He hit you with this tiki thing.
It was it was all very Polynesian.
I don't know.
I mean, it-it it's so crazy.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm going crazy.
Can you just call me, please? Hi.
This is Jane.
I'm not here right now, so please leave a message Hi.
This is Jane.
I'm not here Welcome back.
Everybody at the bar says to say good night.
Turns out that threesome you were so excited about isn't going to work out.
You drugged me.
You put something in my drink.
I just sensed you weren't going to bring me back here and tell me what I needed to know on your own.
Was I off base? So Where's the money? What money? The money you and your friend were bragging about grabbing from that bank the other night.
When you two were getting trashed at Colby's bar.
You know, you really ought to watch what you say, 'cause you never know who might be listening.
Wait a second.
You speak Navajo? And five other fairly useless languages.
So I'm never going to make a million dollars, unless I take it from you.
So tell me where it is.
And you don't even have to do it in English.
I'm willing to work for my money.
You think I'm kidding? How about I shoot you in the ankle? How'd that be for a conversation starter? Yeah, you were laughing your pants off about your little bank robbery the other night, but you're not laughing now, are you? What? You figured you were in some college bar with a bunch of palefaces who wouldn't understand a word you were saying? That was a big mistake, Tonto.
Because my friend and I were sitting right there, and we understood just about everything.
So what do you say we stop making mistakes? Tell me where the money is, and maybe I won't kill you.
Okay.
You got nothing to say? How about we up the ante? How about I shoot you in your knee? I'm going to count to three.
One two three.
Hello.
Lee? I I can't understand you, but I can recognize your voice.
Lee, I can't understand you.
Listen, you know that man that I saw murder Jane the blond man? He killed both those Navajo bank robbers.
Lee, what are you saying? Is this about Jane? Is-is this about Jane? Just text me.
Text me.
Are you coming to bed? Are you coming to bed? I'm going to bed.
This is a real bonanza for you, isn't it? This is just a great cover.
Then you could totally opt out of everything and, "hell, the little woman wouldn't understand a word I was saying anyway.
" What do you want from me? Sorry.
No comprende.
You do understand that I'm worried sick about my friend, right? She's just gone.
She's apparently the victim of some kind of foul play.
Do you even care that I'm upset? That I'm worried? Because you're making absolutely no effort to even try to communicate.
And it's just killing me.
I know.
It's okay.
You'd better.
What are you doing? No.
Hey, you can't get in here.
Nobody invited you in.
I'm not impressed.
Well, okay.
Maybe I'm a little impressed.
# Well, I belong to you # I love you, too.
# I belong to you # # I belong to you # # You belong to me.
# No! That was unbelievable! It was better than getting tenure.
That was Oh, my God, what a rush! What a rush! What a rush! Boom! Can you feel the heat? I can still feel the heat.
Well, why are you looking at me like that? Say something.
Did he tell you where the money is? Oh, my God.
She was in on it.
Who was in on what? What? Say that again.
Huh? What? What? Why? Did you actually understand what I just said? Yes.
Yes! I understand everything now.
Hello.
Hello? Hello.
Is anyone there? "Is there anyone there?" Huh.
I don't hear you looking for someone to translate.
Someone must be able to understand English again.
Jane, where are you? Me? Let's just call it paradise.
Beautiful, tropical, non-English-speaking paradise.
Jane, I know what you did.
I know that you and the man who murdered those bank robbers were in it together, and I told the authorities everything I know.
I wouldn't have expected you to do otherwise.
By the way, I checked my messages.
Your calls meant a lot to me.
Especially your premonition about my untimely passing.
Soon as I checked into the house I rented, I saw the Polynesian decor and the tiki on the dresser, and I knew exactly what was going to happen.
My greedy boyfriend wanted all the money to himself.
The good news is, thanks to you, I was ready for him.
I know you'll be relieved to know he is out of the picture now.
You murdered him? I defended myself.
You helped me defend myself.
Actually, I'll miss him.
But at least I'll have over a million dollars to keep me company.
Combien? Disnef.
Jane, listen to me.
There's something I need to say to you, and I need to make sure that you understand.
I hate you, Jane Livingston, and we will find you, and we will punish you.
Oh, Allison, don't be that way.
Times are tough, and there just aren't enough lucrative opportunities for anthrolinguists these days.
And teaching just doesn't pay what it should.
On the other hand, crime totally pays.
You can't run forever.
Actually, I can.
It's a shame we won't be able to stay in touch.
She used me.
I trusted her, and she used me.
I pretty much gave her an all-access pass to our investigation.
Some psychic.
She fooled us all, Allison.
Just a fact of life.
Sometimes we don't get to catch the bad guy.
At least not right away.
She'll want to come home they always do and when she does, we'll get her.
You know, my boyfriend's going to be back any minute.
Oh, really? The one you took care of? You should watch what you say.
You never know who might be listening.
What are you doing? Don't do that.
We can do a job together.
I'll cut you in.
I don't think so.
Please, no.
Don't.
You okay? Bad dream? No, no, no.
No, not this time.
Oh.
# You must know me # # I'm one of your secrets.
#