Programa de TV: The Dead Zone - 1x2
Previously on the Dead Zone.
Ms.
Bracknell, you've got to see this.
Johnny, I didn't hear the front door.
Do you wonder why Reverend Purdy makes you uncomfortable?
Beside the fact that he's soaking my mother for a ton of money.
I want to know.
How many kids will we have?
10, 15?
How about our own family hockey team?
You've been in a coma for six years, Johnny.
Your brain has found a new way to work.
It's taking a detour around the damage, and tapping into a region of the brain humans don't normally use.
This part of the brain might be considered a dead zone.
He's regained consciousness.
Check his admission records for the fiancee's name.
We should try to find her.
Okay.
My maiden name was Bracknell, yes.
Do you have any kids?
A boy.
What's his name?
Johnny.
I want him to know you.
Another woman's body was found in North County.
Looks like we have a serial killer out there.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Anything you want to tell me?
Like?
Like, "I can see the killer, he's hiding upstairs in the closet"?
I don't have x-ray vision, Bruce.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
How do you know if you don't try?
Allison?
Check that side.
Allison?
Well, he's not in the hall closet.
The hospital said she went home three hours ago, so where the hell is she?
I don't feel anything.
Maybe you're just trying too hard.
What if it means she's already dead?
Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are Fall in love, fall in love...
If you want our help, you have to tell me your real name.
It is my real name.
Smith.
John Smith.
Yeah, and...
why do you think something has happened to this woman, Mr.
Smith?
Isn't it enough that she's missing for three hours after the hospital said...
e don't Investigate missing person reports for 48 hours.
What if she's dead by then?
She may already be dead.
How would you know that, Mr.
Smith?
Hmm?
I just do.
He sees things.
Like a psychic, but times a hundred.
He saved a baby from a burning house.
He found a man's mother that everybody thought was dead.
Do not, under any circumstances play poker with him, okay?
Listen to the man!
I'm Sheriff Bannerman.
Can I help you?
Bannerman?
Walt Bannerman?
Dana Bright, Bangor Daily News.
Mr.
Smith, are you saying that you can help the sheriff's department catch the strangler?
Don't answer that.
Step into my office.
Alone.
Don't you have anything better to do, Dana?
No.
Piece of advice, the media is not your friend unless you're looking for publicity.
I'm just trying to save someone else's life.
And I'm trying to make sure my county doesn't turn into a circus.
I don't want that any more than you do.
Then we understand each other.
Not quite.
What, you had some kind of a trance?
You saw something, a murder, maybe?
No, listen, she may not be dead yet.
I'm hoping...
Sometimes these visions, they...
they take place in the future.
What do they call that?
Second sight or something?
They don't even have a name for what happened to me yet.
I was in a car accident six years ago.
When I was leaving my fiancee's house.
I was in a coma for six years.
Give my love to your family, won't you?
Man...
didn't you just get out of the, uh...
Hospital?
Hospital.
Today?
Yeah.
Then you come in here talking about trances and murder.
You have any idea how that sounds?
I can't help how it sounds, Sheriff.
It sounds like you're not entirely all right yet.
I'm not even close to all right.
Now if you don't want to believe me, there's nothing I can do about that.
But when they dig up Allison Connover's body in a shallow grave near a windmill, you're gonna have to live with that.
We both are.
Mr.
Smith, go home, okay?
We'll have units patrol the neighborhood.
If we turn up anything, we'll give you a call.
You heard what I said.
Frank, Roscoe, get on it.
The psychic patrol, Sheriff?
You know what, Dana?
Go find yourself a date, all right?
You're not going to get any love around here.
I'm not here for love, Sheriff.
I'm here for the doughnuts.
Hey.
Hey.
Little guy down yet?
Fell asleep during "Rugrats."
Oh yeah?
Sorry I'm late.
I had some stuff come up.
Can I make you something?
Yeah, sure.
Busy day?
You know, the usual.
You?
We gave Johnny a nice welcome home.
Did he seem...
okay?
He's walking a little better.
I mean, you know, with a cane.
I think he's just happy to finally be out of that terrible hospital.
Yo u know, you've been really understanding.
I know how difficult this is for you.
I just wish you could have seen the look on his face today.
I mean, he just lit up when Johnny came running up to him.
Sarah, I don't know if I would want little Johnny over there without you, with him...
alone.
Yeah.
No, you're right.
It could be confusing.
We're going to make this work, okay?
I promise.
You know, you'll like Johnny too.
I know you will.
I mean, you both love sports and cheeseburgers.
You know what?
We should invite him over for a barbecue or something next week.
Let's just take this one day at a time.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you too.
Howdy, stranger.
Reverend.
Mind if I stretch my legs with you?
Sure.
I've got to do 10 miles today.
10?
I don't think my legs will stretch quite that far.
Reverend, there's something we need to talk about.
Don't say another word.
I've already opened a checking account for you, ordered you credit cards...
- No, no.
What I was trying to say is how grateful I am for you, for everything that you've done for my mother before she died, when she needed someone.
I loved her too, Johnny.
Have you made any plans?
Just to walk 10 miles.
May I make a bold suggestion?
Come see us at the university, inspect your mother's legacy.
There's still work to be done.
Me?
I don't think I'd fit in.
Sure you would.
The truth is I've never been much of a believer in anything I couldn't see under a microscope.
Even now?
After everything you've been through?
Your resurrection is strong evidence of a higher power at work, from where I sit.
Preaching again.
Sorry, it's my job.
Think about it.
I don't mean to be rude, I'm just finding it difficult to touch people since my coma.
It's sort of a phobia.
Anything you need...
What the hell are you doing here?
Look, this isn't making things easier between you and me.
He was standing right here last night.
He was watching her.
Who was?
The man with the boots.
They're steel-toed Navy boots.
They're size 11 -and-a-half narrow.
How do you know that?
I told you.
I see things.
A plaster mold was taken from one of the crime scenes.
The public doesn't know about it.
It's something you don't want the killer knowing that you know.
Steel-toed Navy boots, size 11 -and-a-half narrow.
By the way, what size boots do you wear?
10 wide.
Good.
Because right now, just about every other cop in America would be saying you're my prime suspect.
Oh, am I?
When the last three girls were killed, you were in a coma, which, as far as alibis go, that's a pretty good one.
And what's this?
I did that last night.
Good.
Then we finally have an actual crime.
It's called breaking and entering.
I want you out of here, off the property.
Now.
By the way, Sarah's gonna ask you to dinner.
I want you to say no.
No problem.
Allison isn't on call until tomorrow.
He actually fears for her life?
You should hear him, Doc.
Maybe you should listen.
You got to be kidding me, right?
I know it's difficult to believe.
It was for me.
But Johnny does have a unique precognitive ability.
We've learned to take it seriously.
I suggest you do as well.
Good, good, John.
I'm lucky the guy didn't try to arrest me for trespassing.
Hey, we got two more sets, man.
Oh, no, I'm good, thanks.
We got to keep developing that upper body too.
Base, this is 51.
Go ahead, Walt.
I want Roscoe and a forensics team sent over to the Connover address.
I want molds of footprints taken outside the bedroom window.
You know what?
Just go through the whole place.
Something happen we should know about?
Nope, not a thing.
51 out.
I couldn't sleep last night again, man.
It's like my mind won't shut down or something.
Zen meditation, man.
Monday nights with me.
Yeah.
Yeah, Sheriff.
How did you know it was me?
Don't answer that and don't go anywhere.
I'm picking you up in 20 minutes.
Maybe he is going to arrest me after all.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Aside from the footprints, this is the only evidence our guy left behind.
And you want me to...
If this is a waste of time, we can just forget it.
I don't know, Sheriff.
Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.
Don't start with me.
Already with the excuses.
Same brand, all three crimes scenes.
Half the smokers in the county smoke the same kind.
The cigarettes...
whoever smokes these doesn't want anybody to know.
He considers it a weakness.
Hey, hey, keep your voice down, will you?
His mother did terrible things to him, painful things.
He is impotent, except when he kills.
He only kills...
when it rains outside...
to wash away any evidence.
Jimmy crack corn...
And I don't care Jimmy crack corn and I don't care...
You never even found a scrap of tissue from the girls under their fingernails or anything, did you?
No.
There was no sign of a struggle at all.
Oh, no, they struggled.
They kicked, and they clawed...
but their...
their fingers slipped...
off the vinyl of the raincoat because it was so slick.
Slick...
Slick 'cause I'm just so slick.
They never get a piece of me.
They never can bite me or scratch me or nothing.
Why?
Because I'm so slick.
All right.
You're talking crazy now.
Sheriff...
I'm just trying to help.
You want to help?
Get me the killer's address and phone number.
That'll help.
What am I supposed to do?
Round up all the usual closet-smoking, impotent suspects that wear vinyl raincoats?
Johnny...
what are you doing here?
Just a little police business.
Nothing to worry about.
He rousted me.
I didn't.
He told me the town wasn't big enough for the two of us.
We had a lunch date, didn't we?
I'll be going right now.
Maybe Johnny can join us?
No, that's good.
No, that's fine.
Okay, split pea, cheeseburger...
Thank you.
...and cheeseburger.
Thank you, ma'am.
Enjoy.
I love the soups here.
So, how'd you two meet?
At the hospital, actually.
I was visiting you, and Walt's grandmother was dying.
Hospitals...
great place to meet singles.
So Sarah tells me you're quite the hockey player.
I love hockey, but the doc says that's over with now.
I had a football injury myself.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
My son plays hockey.
I mean, our son.
All our son.
No!
Hey, guys.
No fighting, okay?
Joey, Nick, come on guys, knock it off.
Mommy, stop it!
You did it!
Did not!
Bannerman.
Walt, it's Frank.
We're at the Connover place.
You need to get over here.
I'll be right there.
Sorry, lunch'll have to wait.
Let's go, Johnny.
Station called 11347, would you pick up?
Johnny, I don't understand.
I just came home to change.
My sister and I had been planning this for weeks, and with the traffic, I didn't think I'd get to Portland in time, so I didn't even stop to check my messages.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
We'll take care of the window for you, all right?
Can if ask you a few questions?
I have nothing to say.
Is it true you were just released from a mental hospital?
...for the damages.
Go inside and pack up.
The usual "no comment"?
Get a life, Dana.
All I have to do is go to a judge.
No.
The man is obviously incompetent to handle his own financial affairs.
This is Vera Smith's son we're talking about.
He's part of the family.
If he should decide to challenge the administration of her estate we've a serious problem.
The Alliance can't go after the son of one of its most beloved founders.
It would be offensive.
The boy is obviously disturbed.
He needs us.
He needs me.
His welfare is all that matters right now. "
I destroy my enemy when I make him my friend."
John the Baptist.
Abraham Lincoln.
I came as soon as I saw the morning paper.
I thought you might need a friend.
So, you want some eggs?
I think I still remember how to scramble an egg.
I'm worried about you.
How about some ice-blended cappuccino with our breakfast?
That'll be our taste of the day.
Walt says you've been in trances since the coma.
That is just so...
Walt.
Trances.
No, I mean, I'm not a hypnotist, Sarah.
Visions, not trances.
I can see things, like women who are dead who aren't really dead.
That sort of thing.
You should keep the kid away from me.
Johnny...
I didn't just lose you in that accident, Sarah.
I lost myself.
You don't have to go through this on your own.
No, I got this amazing guy named Bruce helping me out.
We're doing biofeedback.
Where was Bruce when you had your tonsils out in second grade?
Tonsils?
And someone brought you chicken soup that she made herself.
You're not getting rid of me, so get used to it.
Sarah...
I really need to be alone right now.
No, I'm not leaving.
Listen, it's a little new, you know?
I mean, for you it's been six years, but for me...
Yeah.
I do want to see you.
But maybe we ought to get out of the house next time.
You know, be around people.
Until we get used to the...
The situation.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I feel so stupid.
Not stupid.
Just being a good friend.
I'll let you get that.
Hey, Bruce.
Damn, your new brain must come with Caller ID.
What's Caller ID?
Later.
I'm coming to get you.
I know what happened.
So I'm talking to Allison all day at work, trying to figure out how we screwed up so badly...
well, not we, but you...
when the whole Zen of what happened became crystal clear.
Since when did you become Zen Master Flash?
You take class once a week.
I'm a master compared to you, so zip it.
Now, life is about moments of time strung together.
You take one moment out of the string, you change one detail, you turn left instead of right, all of life changes.
Look here.
This is where Allison said she parked her car.
She gets out, she goes to the trunk, she gets her books out, right?
Okay, she walks up to the door.
Now, if you're the guy, where are you?
I don't know.
Over here?
Or maybe over here.
Here.
This is where he was.
Okay, so I'm Allison...
and I'm strolling to the door, only I don't get there because of you.
You pull me into the bushes.
I'm dead.
Goodbye.
I'm not getting your point.
Adjust one detail, and all of life changes.
Now, I'm Allison opening the trunk, only this time, I hear the phone ring, so what do I do?
I run.
She ran instead of walked, and got by him.
And that was me on the phone calling for the 15th time trying to find her.
She didn't get there in time to answer it.
He only kills outside, in the rain.
Once inside, she was safe.
End of story.
No, I wish it were.
See, he had a compulsion to kill that night, Bruce.
If it wasn't Allison, then he killed someone else.
He's frustrated, angry, like a predator who's lost his prey.
I can't stay any longer.
God, I can feel it...
...the need.
I have to find somebody else.
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care Jimmy crack corn and I don't care Jimmy crack corn and I don't...
What time did Allison come home?
Around 9:30.
Why?
The movie theater.
The early show was just letting out.
What?
What do you see?
It's her.
She's the one.
He's gonna kill her.
I see her!
You see her...
Johnny, what's happening?
I see her!
Talk to me, man.
Talk to me!
He killed her.
He killed her.
That's it!
That's it!
It's all over.
It's over.
I've killed.
I've killed.
Oh God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I know what it means.
I know what it means to kill.
Mommy, it's that man.
Johnny, oh my God.
I need to talk to Walt.
This is over the line.
Listen to me.
He killed somebody else.
I'm not falling for this.
We found the windmill.
We've been there.
We've seen the grave.
This appears to be the latest grim chapter in the continuing horror that has women all over the county afraid to leave their homes at night.
Police are not saying much at this time.
Here's what we know...
Because I know how they found her, and I'm the only reporter who knows.
Why do you think I eat all those doughnuts at the cop shop with the boys?
Trust me.
You're not going to believe this.
Just leave the front page open for me.
What's the story?
Driver's license ID...
Stacey Shephard, age 23, law student over at the college.
She lives in Brewer.
You get in touch with anybody yet?
Yeah, fiance.
Hasn't heard from her in two days.
Last time anyone saw her, she was leaving the movie theater...
right around the corner from the Connover woman's house, just like our friend said.
Nobody's laughing at you anymore, John.
She was going to get married.
She wanted to be a lawyer.
Yeah.
What was that you said, "You change one detail, and all of life changes"?
She died because of me.
Somebody's life was going to end that night.
He'd already decided that.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
What do you want me to tell you, John, that it'd been better to let Allison die and just move on with your life?
How am I supposed to answer that?
How am I?
I don't know, John.
I don't know.
I wish I could help you, but I can't.
I know who it is.
This is crazy.
You were wrong about the Connover woman, and I'm telling you, you're wrong about this.
Frank Dodd is no killer.
The duty roster.
Just because he was off duty when the murders happened doesn't prove a thing.
I've known this guy for 10 years.
If you knew Frank, you'd be laughing at yourself.
I mean, Frank, he's a...
What?
...a mama's boy.
After all these years, he still lives with his mother.
Base, I'm going 10-7 at the Dodd house.
51 out.
'Afternoon, Henrietta.
Walt Bannerman, what are you doin' up here?
Need to talk to Frank.
This is Johnny Smith.
He's helping us out with a case we're working on.
Frank's not here.
He always goes up to the pond...
bass fishing on his days off.
Is something wrong?
Just want to ask him about a report he's workin' on.
Maybe he left it in his room?
I cleaned his room this morning.
No reports, just a lot of dirty socks.
If we could just come inside for a minute...
I told you, there's no reports.
Maybe he took it with him.
Seems to me, I did see some papers in the truck.
You knew.
All this time and you knew.
I know who you are.
Frank told me about you.
He would come home and he would tell you everything, from the very first murder...
names, places and details.
What are you looking at me like that for?
You're not believing him?
I'm going to have to take a look around.
You can't do this!
Keep an eye on her.
This ain't no police state.
Where's your warrant?!
You stay away from my boy.
You kept a journal of all the women that he killed.
Where is it, Mrs.
Dodd?
You...
you were sent here from hell!
Frank?
You in there, Frank?
Drop it or I'll shoot.
You okay?
Yeah, I think so.
Go to the car and call for backup.
Frank didn't go fishing.
How do you know that?
I see things, too, like his fishing pole upstairs.
Go on.
Go.
Frank?!
Where are you, Frank?
Frank, it's Walt.
What are you doing?
Frank?
It's your partner, Frank.
Come on.
I know you're in here, Frank.
I know you're in here.
Let's go.
Drop it.
I can't do that, Frank.
You've been my deputy long enough to know rule nu mber o ne...
never glve up yo ur Weapo n.
How are we going to do this?
There's only one way I can see out of this for me.
We've been friends for a long time.
Friends?
They don't kill their friends' mothers.
I know she did awful things to you.
I know how she hurt you.
Is that what that freak told you?
It made you sick, Frank.
It would have done that to anybody.
It's none of your business.
It's nobody's business.
That freak, he doesn't know anything about my mother.
She did love me, Walt.
She did.
Let's just talk this out, Frank.
Let's just talk it through.
Damn it, Walt, I never wanted it to come to this, you know?
Frank!
Frank!
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care Jimmy crack corn...
Frank, come on out!
Frank, we're gonna get you the help you need.
It's over!
Frank, come on out!
Down!
Frank!
I follow after with the hickory broom he pony being rather shy When bitten by a blue-tailed fly Jimmy crack corn and I don't care no more.
Sheriff, help me out.
I'm missing the quote where friends recall the serial killer's sense of humor and how dogs loved him.
Doesn't anything ever get to you?
A reporter's got to be objective.
You knew Frank as well as anybody.
You shared doughnuts with him.
You don't feel anything?
Believe me, Sheriff, sometimes I wish I could.
So, no quote?
Johnny Smith's assistance was critical in the resolution of this case.
And you owe him an apology.
I wrote a good story yesterday.
I'll write a better one tonight.
You're big news, Mr.
Smith.
Just as soon not be.
The self-effacing, shy hero...
an American classic.
In no time at all, you'll be endorsing breakfast cereal.
Roscoe, how about a quote?
Not now, Dana, for God's sakes.
No!
Yes!
No!
Yes...
you're grounded.
Ms.
Bracknell, you've got to see this.
Johnny, I didn't hear the front door.
Do you wonder why Reverend Purdy makes you uncomfortable?
Beside the fact that he's soaking my mother for a ton of money.
I want to know.
How many kids will we have?
10, 15?
How about our own family hockey team?
You've been in a coma for six years, Johnny.
Your brain has found a new way to work.
It's taking a detour around the damage, and tapping into a region of the brain humans don't normally use.
This part of the brain might be considered a dead zone.
He's regained consciousness.
Check his admission records for the fiancee's name.
We should try to find her.
Okay.
My maiden name was Bracknell, yes.
Do you have any kids?
A boy.
What's his name?
Johnny.
I want him to know you.
Another woman's body was found in North County.
Looks like we have a serial killer out there.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Anything you want to tell me?
Like?
Like, "I can see the killer, he's hiding upstairs in the closet"?
I don't have x-ray vision, Bruce.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
How do you know if you don't try?
Allison?
Check that side.
Allison?
Well, he's not in the hall closet.
The hospital said she went home three hours ago, so where the hell is she?
I don't feel anything.
Maybe you're just trying too hard.
What if it means she's already dead?
Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are Feel no shame for what you are Fall in love, fall in love...
If you want our help, you have to tell me your real name.
It is my real name.
Smith.
John Smith.
Yeah, and...
why do you think something has happened to this woman, Mr.
Smith?
Isn't it enough that she's missing for three hours after the hospital said...
e don't Investigate missing person reports for 48 hours.
What if she's dead by then?
She may already be dead.
How would you know that, Mr.
Smith?
Hmm?
I just do.
He sees things.
Like a psychic, but times a hundred.
He saved a baby from a burning house.
He found a man's mother that everybody thought was dead.
Do not, under any circumstances play poker with him, okay?
Listen to the man!
I'm Sheriff Bannerman.
Can I help you?
Bannerman?
Walt Bannerman?
Dana Bright, Bangor Daily News.
Mr.
Smith, are you saying that you can help the sheriff's department catch the strangler?
Don't answer that.
Step into my office.
Alone.
Don't you have anything better to do, Dana?
No.
Piece of advice, the media is not your friend unless you're looking for publicity.
I'm just trying to save someone else's life.
And I'm trying to make sure my county doesn't turn into a circus.
I don't want that any more than you do.
Then we understand each other.
Not quite.
What, you had some kind of a trance?
You saw something, a murder, maybe?
No, listen, she may not be dead yet.
I'm hoping...
Sometimes these visions, they...
they take place in the future.
What do they call that?
Second sight or something?
They don't even have a name for what happened to me yet.
I was in a car accident six years ago.
When I was leaving my fiancee's house.
I was in a coma for six years.
Give my love to your family, won't you?
Man...
didn't you just get out of the, uh...
Hospital?
Hospital.
Today?
Yeah.
Then you come in here talking about trances and murder.
You have any idea how that sounds?
I can't help how it sounds, Sheriff.
It sounds like you're not entirely all right yet.
I'm not even close to all right.
Now if you don't want to believe me, there's nothing I can do about that.
But when they dig up Allison Connover's body in a shallow grave near a windmill, you're gonna have to live with that.
We both are.
Mr.
Smith, go home, okay?
We'll have units patrol the neighborhood.
If we turn up anything, we'll give you a call.
You heard what I said.
Frank, Roscoe, get on it.
The psychic patrol, Sheriff?
You know what, Dana?
Go find yourself a date, all right?
You're not going to get any love around here.
I'm not here for love, Sheriff.
I'm here for the doughnuts.
Hey.
Hey.
Little guy down yet?
Fell asleep during "Rugrats."
Oh yeah?
Sorry I'm late.
I had some stuff come up.
Can I make you something?
Yeah, sure.
Busy day?
You know, the usual.
You?
We gave Johnny a nice welcome home.
Did he seem...
okay?
He's walking a little better.
I mean, you know, with a cane.
I think he's just happy to finally be out of that terrible hospital.
Yo u know, you've been really understanding.
I know how difficult this is for you.
I just wish you could have seen the look on his face today.
I mean, he just lit up when Johnny came running up to him.
Sarah, I don't know if I would want little Johnny over there without you, with him...
alone.
Yeah.
No, you're right.
It could be confusing.
We're going to make this work, okay?
I promise.
You know, you'll like Johnny too.
I know you will.
I mean, you both love sports and cheeseburgers.
You know what?
We should invite him over for a barbecue or something next week.
Let's just take this one day at a time.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you too.
Howdy, stranger.
Reverend.
Mind if I stretch my legs with you?
Sure.
I've got to do 10 miles today.
10?
I don't think my legs will stretch quite that far.
Reverend, there's something we need to talk about.
Don't say another word.
I've already opened a checking account for you, ordered you credit cards...
- No, no.
What I was trying to say is how grateful I am for you, for everything that you've done for my mother before she died, when she needed someone.
I loved her too, Johnny.
Have you made any plans?
Just to walk 10 miles.
May I make a bold suggestion?
Come see us at the university, inspect your mother's legacy.
There's still work to be done.
Me?
I don't think I'd fit in.
Sure you would.
The truth is I've never been much of a believer in anything I couldn't see under a microscope.
Even now?
After everything you've been through?
Your resurrection is strong evidence of a higher power at work, from where I sit.
Preaching again.
Sorry, it's my job.
Think about it.
I don't mean to be rude, I'm just finding it difficult to touch people since my coma.
It's sort of a phobia.
Anything you need...
What the hell are you doing here?
Look, this isn't making things easier between you and me.
He was standing right here last night.
He was watching her.
Who was?
The man with the boots.
They're steel-toed Navy boots.
They're size 11 -and-a-half narrow.
How do you know that?
I told you.
I see things.
A plaster mold was taken from one of the crime scenes.
The public doesn't know about it.
It's something you don't want the killer knowing that you know.
Steel-toed Navy boots, size 11 -and-a-half narrow.
By the way, what size boots do you wear?
10 wide.
Good.
Because right now, just about every other cop in America would be saying you're my prime suspect.
Oh, am I?
When the last three girls were killed, you were in a coma, which, as far as alibis go, that's a pretty good one.
And what's this?
I did that last night.
Good.
Then we finally have an actual crime.
It's called breaking and entering.
I want you out of here, off the property.
Now.
By the way, Sarah's gonna ask you to dinner.
I want you to say no.
No problem.
Allison isn't on call until tomorrow.
He actually fears for her life?
You should hear him, Doc.
Maybe you should listen.
You got to be kidding me, right?
I know it's difficult to believe.
It was for me.
But Johnny does have a unique precognitive ability.
We've learned to take it seriously.
I suggest you do as well.
Good, good, John.
I'm lucky the guy didn't try to arrest me for trespassing.
Hey, we got two more sets, man.
Oh, no, I'm good, thanks.
We got to keep developing that upper body too.
Base, this is 51.
Go ahead, Walt.
I want Roscoe and a forensics team sent over to the Connover address.
I want molds of footprints taken outside the bedroom window.
You know what?
Just go through the whole place.
Something happen we should know about?
Nope, not a thing.
51 out.
I couldn't sleep last night again, man.
It's like my mind won't shut down or something.
Zen meditation, man.
Monday nights with me.
Yeah.
Yeah, Sheriff.
How did you know it was me?
Don't answer that and don't go anywhere.
I'm picking you up in 20 minutes.
Maybe he is going to arrest me after all.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Aside from the footprints, this is the only evidence our guy left behind.
And you want me to...
If this is a waste of time, we can just forget it.
I don't know, Sheriff.
Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.
Don't start with me.
Already with the excuses.
Same brand, all three crimes scenes.
Half the smokers in the county smoke the same kind.
The cigarettes...
whoever smokes these doesn't want anybody to know.
He considers it a weakness.
Hey, hey, keep your voice down, will you?
His mother did terrible things to him, painful things.
He is impotent, except when he kills.
He only kills...
when it rains outside...
to wash away any evidence.
Jimmy crack corn...
And I don't care Jimmy crack corn and I don't care...
You never even found a scrap of tissue from the girls under their fingernails or anything, did you?
No.
There was no sign of a struggle at all.
Oh, no, they struggled.
They kicked, and they clawed...
but their...
their fingers slipped...
off the vinyl of the raincoat because it was so slick.
Slick...
Slick 'cause I'm just so slick.
They never get a piece of me.
They never can bite me or scratch me or nothing.
Why?
Because I'm so slick.
All right.
You're talking crazy now.
Sheriff...
I'm just trying to help.
You want to help?
Get me the killer's address and phone number.
That'll help.
What am I supposed to do?
Round up all the usual closet-smoking, impotent suspects that wear vinyl raincoats?
Johnny...
what are you doing here?
Just a little police business.
Nothing to worry about.
He rousted me.
I didn't.
He told me the town wasn't big enough for the two of us.
We had a lunch date, didn't we?
I'll be going right now.
Maybe Johnny can join us?
No, that's good.
No, that's fine.
Okay, split pea, cheeseburger...
Thank you.
...and cheeseburger.
Thank you, ma'am.
Enjoy.
I love the soups here.
So, how'd you two meet?
At the hospital, actually.
I was visiting you, and Walt's grandmother was dying.
Hospitals...
great place to meet singles.
So Sarah tells me you're quite the hockey player.
I love hockey, but the doc says that's over with now.
I had a football injury myself.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
My son plays hockey.
I mean, our son.
All our son.
No!
Hey, guys.
No fighting, okay?
Joey, Nick, come on guys, knock it off.
Mommy, stop it!
You did it!
Did not!
Bannerman.
Walt, it's Frank.
We're at the Connover place.
You need to get over here.
I'll be right there.
Sorry, lunch'll have to wait.
Let's go, Johnny.
Station called 11347, would you pick up?
Johnny, I don't understand.
I just came home to change.
My sister and I had been planning this for weeks, and with the traffic, I didn't think I'd get to Portland in time, so I didn't even stop to check my messages.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
We'll take care of the window for you, all right?
Can if ask you a few questions?
I have nothing to say.
Is it true you were just released from a mental hospital?
...for the damages.
Go inside and pack up.
The usual "no comment"?
Get a life, Dana.
All I have to do is go to a judge.
No.
The man is obviously incompetent to handle his own financial affairs.
This is Vera Smith's son we're talking about.
He's part of the family.
If he should decide to challenge the administration of her estate we've a serious problem.
The Alliance can't go after the son of one of its most beloved founders.
It would be offensive.
The boy is obviously disturbed.
He needs us.
He needs me.
His welfare is all that matters right now. "
I destroy my enemy when I make him my friend."
John the Baptist.
Abraham Lincoln.
I came as soon as I saw the morning paper.
I thought you might need a friend.
So, you want some eggs?
I think I still remember how to scramble an egg.
I'm worried about you.
How about some ice-blended cappuccino with our breakfast?
That'll be our taste of the day.
Walt says you've been in trances since the coma.
That is just so...
Walt.
Trances.
No, I mean, I'm not a hypnotist, Sarah.
Visions, not trances.
I can see things, like women who are dead who aren't really dead.
That sort of thing.
You should keep the kid away from me.
Johnny...
I didn't just lose you in that accident, Sarah.
I lost myself.
You don't have to go through this on your own.
No, I got this amazing guy named Bruce helping me out.
We're doing biofeedback.
Where was Bruce when you had your tonsils out in second grade?
Tonsils?
And someone brought you chicken soup that she made herself.
You're not getting rid of me, so get used to it.
Sarah...
I really need to be alone right now.
No, I'm not leaving.
Listen, it's a little new, you know?
I mean, for you it's been six years, but for me...
Yeah.
I do want to see you.
But maybe we ought to get out of the house next time.
You know, be around people.
Until we get used to the...
The situation.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I feel so stupid.
Not stupid.
Just being a good friend.
I'll let you get that.
Hey, Bruce.
Damn, your new brain must come with Caller ID.
What's Caller ID?
Later.
I'm coming to get you.
I know what happened.
So I'm talking to Allison all day at work, trying to figure out how we screwed up so badly...
well, not we, but you...
when the whole Zen of what happened became crystal clear.
Since when did you become Zen Master Flash?
You take class once a week.
I'm a master compared to you, so zip it.
Now, life is about moments of time strung together.
You take one moment out of the string, you change one detail, you turn left instead of right, all of life changes.
Look here.
This is where Allison said she parked her car.
She gets out, she goes to the trunk, she gets her books out, right?
Okay, she walks up to the door.
Now, if you're the guy, where are you?
I don't know.
Over here?
Or maybe over here.
Here.
This is where he was.
Okay, so I'm Allison...
and I'm strolling to the door, only I don't get there because of you.
You pull me into the bushes.
I'm dead.
Goodbye.
I'm not getting your point.
Adjust one detail, and all of life changes.
Now, I'm Allison opening the trunk, only this time, I hear the phone ring, so what do I do?
I run.
She ran instead of walked, and got by him.
And that was me on the phone calling for the 15th time trying to find her.
She didn't get there in time to answer it.
He only kills outside, in the rain.
Once inside, she was safe.
End of story.
No, I wish it were.
See, he had a compulsion to kill that night, Bruce.
If it wasn't Allison, then he killed someone else.
He's frustrated, angry, like a predator who's lost his prey.
I can't stay any longer.
God, I can feel it...
...the need.
I have to find somebody else.
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care Jimmy crack corn and I don't care Jimmy crack corn and I don't...
What time did Allison come home?
Around 9:30.
Why?
The movie theater.
The early show was just letting out.
What?
What do you see?
It's her.
She's the one.
He's gonna kill her.
I see her!
You see her...
Johnny, what's happening?
I see her!
Talk to me, man.
Talk to me!
He killed her.
He killed her.
That's it!
That's it!
It's all over.
It's over.
I've killed.
I've killed.
Oh God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I know what it means.
I know what it means to kill.
Mommy, it's that man.
Johnny, oh my God.
I need to talk to Walt.
This is over the line.
Listen to me.
He killed somebody else.
I'm not falling for this.
We found the windmill.
We've been there.
We've seen the grave.
This appears to be the latest grim chapter in the continuing horror that has women all over the county afraid to leave their homes at night.
Police are not saying much at this time.
Here's what we know...
Because I know how they found her, and I'm the only reporter who knows.
Why do you think I eat all those doughnuts at the cop shop with the boys?
Trust me.
You're not going to believe this.
Just leave the front page open for me.
What's the story?
Driver's license ID...
Stacey Shephard, age 23, law student over at the college.
She lives in Brewer.
You get in touch with anybody yet?
Yeah, fiance.
Hasn't heard from her in two days.
Last time anyone saw her, she was leaving the movie theater...
right around the corner from the Connover woman's house, just like our friend said.
Nobody's laughing at you anymore, John.
She was going to get married.
She wanted to be a lawyer.
Yeah.
What was that you said, "You change one detail, and all of life changes"?
She died because of me.
Somebody's life was going to end that night.
He'd already decided that.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
What do you want me to tell you, John, that it'd been better to let Allison die and just move on with your life?
How am I supposed to answer that?
How am I?
I don't know, John.
I don't know.
I wish I could help you, but I can't.
I know who it is.
This is crazy.
You were wrong about the Connover woman, and I'm telling you, you're wrong about this.
Frank Dodd is no killer.
The duty roster.
Just because he was off duty when the murders happened doesn't prove a thing.
I've known this guy for 10 years.
If you knew Frank, you'd be laughing at yourself.
I mean, Frank, he's a...
What?
...a mama's boy.
After all these years, he still lives with his mother.
Base, I'm going 10-7 at the Dodd house.
51 out.
'Afternoon, Henrietta.
Walt Bannerman, what are you doin' up here?
Need to talk to Frank.
This is Johnny Smith.
He's helping us out with a case we're working on.
Frank's not here.
He always goes up to the pond...
bass fishing on his days off.
Is something wrong?
Just want to ask him about a report he's workin' on.
Maybe he left it in his room?
I cleaned his room this morning.
No reports, just a lot of dirty socks.
If we could just come inside for a minute...
I told you, there's no reports.
Maybe he took it with him.
Seems to me, I did see some papers in the truck.
You knew.
All this time and you knew.
I know who you are.
Frank told me about you.
He would come home and he would tell you everything, from the very first murder...
names, places and details.
What are you looking at me like that for?
You're not believing him?
I'm going to have to take a look around.
You can't do this!
Keep an eye on her.
This ain't no police state.
Where's your warrant?!
You stay away from my boy.
You kept a journal of all the women that he killed.
Where is it, Mrs.
Dodd?
You...
you were sent here from hell!
Frank?
You in there, Frank?
Drop it or I'll shoot.
You okay?
Yeah, I think so.
Go to the car and call for backup.
Frank didn't go fishing.
How do you know that?
I see things, too, like his fishing pole upstairs.
Go on.
Go.
Frank?!
Where are you, Frank?
Frank, it's Walt.
What are you doing?
Frank?
It's your partner, Frank.
Come on.
I know you're in here, Frank.
I know you're in here.
Let's go.
Drop it.
I can't do that, Frank.
You've been my deputy long enough to know rule nu mber o ne...
never glve up yo ur Weapo n.
How are we going to do this?
There's only one way I can see out of this for me.
We've been friends for a long time.
Friends?
They don't kill their friends' mothers.
I know she did awful things to you.
I know how she hurt you.
Is that what that freak told you?
It made you sick, Frank.
It would have done that to anybody.
It's none of your business.
It's nobody's business.
That freak, he doesn't know anything about my mother.
She did love me, Walt.
She did.
Let's just talk this out, Frank.
Let's just talk it through.
Damn it, Walt, I never wanted it to come to this, you know?
Frank!
Frank!
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care Jimmy crack corn...
Frank, come on out!
Frank, we're gonna get you the help you need.
It's over!
Frank, come on out!
Down!
Frank!
I follow after with the hickory broom he pony being rather shy When bitten by a blue-tailed fly Jimmy crack corn and I don't care no more.
Sheriff, help me out.
I'm missing the quote where friends recall the serial killer's sense of humor and how dogs loved him.
Doesn't anything ever get to you?
A reporter's got to be objective.
You knew Frank as well as anybody.
You shared doughnuts with him.
You don't feel anything?
Believe me, Sheriff, sometimes I wish I could.
So, no quote?
Johnny Smith's assistance was critical in the resolution of this case.
And you owe him an apology.
I wrote a good story yesterday.
I'll write a better one tonight.
You're big news, Mr.
Smith.
Just as soon not be.
The self-effacing, shy hero...
an American classic.
In no time at all, you'll be endorsing breakfast cereal.
Roscoe, how about a quote?
Not now, Dana, for God's sakes.
No!
Yes!
No!
Yes...
you're grounded.