Programa de TV: The Dead Zone - 1x6
I had the perfect life until I was in a coma for six years.
Then I woke up and found my fianc�e, married to another man.
My son doesn't know who I am.
Everything has changed...
including me.
One touch, and I can see things...
things that happened, things that will happen.
You should see what I see.
Boy: Visual contact.
Let me see.
No, it's my turn.
It's your turn when I say it's your turn.
No fair.
Shut up.
They'll hear you.
Girl: He looks so...
weird.
Let me see.
He looks so weird.
Do you think it's true about the cane?
What about the cane?
Hat he uses It to klll rats In hl s base ment?
Why would anyone use a cane to kill rats, stupid?
Because it's fun.
He's looking over here.
Yes, it's them again.
Since when did I turn into Boo Radley?
You should talk to their parents.
The parents are even more afraid.
People walk their dogs on the other side of the street.
Good news for your lawn.
It's all in how you look at it, my brother.
(englne cho klng) Do you think he saw us?
Oh, he knows we're here.
How do you know?
Because he's psychic, stupid.
What's "psychic," anyway?
Why don't you buy a new one?
This one is a perfect fit for me.
It's been out of commission, needs to be rebuilt, but it is still a classic.
We'll get there, Nellie Belle.
(engine choking) Good luck.
I've got to get to the hospital.
Psst.
(car starts s mo o thly) Modern technology.
Hey, where did he go?
Give me those.
You lost him, Eric.
He could be anywhere.
He could even be behind you.
(children scream) (footsteps) Hello?
Hello?
All right, kids...
fun is over.
Not in my house, okay?
I am not fooling around.
(the me musl c playlng) Woman: He's keeping a low profile, stays home a lot.
Is he seeing anyone?
One date.
I think he still has an eye for the sheriff's wife.
We can't have that.
We need to find Johnny a good, God-fearing woman.
We might even find one right here on the university campus.
I just want him to be happy.
Loving another man's wife will bring nothing but trouble.
As the Bible says over and over again.
I'm happy to hear you're still reading it.
God has spoken to me about Johnny, Dana.
Really?
E-mail or burning bush?
He says the world needs a little Johnny Smith right now.
If Johnny inspires faith and a belief in a greater power, God will welcome it.
You make him sound like a prophet.
No, you do, Dana.
You and all the other reporters.
My editor is becoming increasingly skeptical.
There will always be skeptics.
Can Johnny Smith do the things people think he can do?
Who knows?
The important thing now is to put the Johnny Smith story in the proper context.
In difficult times, people need something or someone to believe in.
Why not Johnny Smith?
The son of one of the Founders of the Faith Heritage Alliance.
Put that in your next article, won't you?
Attendance has been down 7%/ this year.
All right, Clams.
Let's go!
Whoo!
Mrs.
Stanton is giving us the eye again.
Which one is she?
Pruneface with the fat kid.
I don't think she approves of me being here with you.
Well, you're a married woman in New England without her husband.
I can feel the scarlet letter on my bosom.
Well, maybe I should go.
And give her the satisfaction?
Never.
Come on, Mighty Clams!
Whoo! "
Clams" is just not a good sports name.
So are you going to tell me?
Tell you what?
What's bothering you.
Who said anything's bothering me?
I know when something's bothering you.
For 30 years, I've always known.
All right, something's bothering me.
I know.
I had sort of a disturbing vision...
about Mom.
At least I think it was about Mom.
It was a lot of blood, Sarah.
Blood?
When she died, it was a heart attack, right?
There wasn't any...
I wasn't at the house, but, they did tell me she died peacefully in her sleep.
Mrs.
Runyon found her in the morning and called the police.
Mrs.
Runyon?
The housekeeper.
Is she still around?
She died a couple of years ago.
Cancer, I think.
Was Walt there that day?
He wasn't sheriff yet.
It was an older man.
He's retired now.
Oh, I can't remember his name.
You should ask Walt.
You're positive this had something to do with your mother?
I was holding her will.
There was blood all over the bathroom.
I'm not sure, but I think something horrible happened in that house.
Girl: He's going inside.
Let's go.
(dl stant snlffllng) (dl stant Weeplng) (glass breaklng) (Wo man screa ms) Girl: Hurry up.
Let's go!
Run!
Let go of me.
Take it easy.
I won't hurt you.
I didn't do anything.
We'll go talk to your parents.
I'm not from around here.
(laughs) What's so funny?
I remember saying the same thing to old Mr.
Fordyce down the road after I painted his cat.
I was a little younger than you, though.
You lived in this neighborhood?
Yeah.
I wasn't always a zombie.
I was actually a kid once.
If I let you go, you going to run?
No.
It's hard to hold you and the cane and walk at the same time.
I told you, no.
Our legs would get entangled.
Besides, I know your name is Lindsay.
I heard your friends.
Lindsay what?
I know a trick question when I hear one.
We can just knock on all the doors in the neighborhood until we find your parents if we have to.
Can't you just let me go, for old time's sake?
Sorry, it doesn't work that way.
You know why?
Because when you get old and mean, busting kids is one of the few pleasures left in life.
Got it?
It's the gray house over there.
Can I ask you something?
Okay.
Is it true?
What?
What they say.
No, I don't kill rats with my cane.
No, I mean, that you see things, like the future and stuff.
Is that why you're scared of me?
I'm not scared of you.
Then, why throw rocks?
We were trying to get you to come out, not break the window.
I'll pay for it.
You betcha.
Davis.
My name is Lindsay Davis.
Well, nice to meet you.
You ever think about going on the Psychic Channel?
You could make a lot of money.
Do you know a guy named Bruce?
(bell rlng s) I'm sorry to bother you.
My name is Smith.
I live across the street.
Are you all right?
She and her friends threw a rock through my window.
It was an accident.
I'll pay for it.
I'm sorry.
She won't bother you again.
She seems like such a nice...
kid.
This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine Let it shine, let it shine Let it shine...
Hide it under a bushel No!
I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine Let it shine, let it shine Let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine...
Man: Maybe we should get you into a hotel.
The house may not be the best place for you.
I'm concerned about finding the truth about my mother.
What truth, Johnny?
I don't mean to doubt that you saw something, but that doesn't mean...
I don't know what it means, Reverend.
I can assure you your mother died of a heart attack.
The housekeeper found Vera in bed.
Did you go by the house that day?
No.
Oh, yes, later that day, after they'd taken her to the mortuary.
And there was no blood?
Don't do this to yourself.
Your mother died in her sleep.
You can't do this to me.
Reverend Purdy...
he's a reverend, for crying out loud.
I saw blood on his hands in my mother's bathroom.
Maybe he cut himself shaving in the morning.
Not to suggest that he spent the night there.
What if my mother changed her will to cut him off?
So he kills her to keep the whole estate. "
What if" doesn't count in the criminal justice system.
And I don't see any evidence, which is not unusual for you.
Maybe they covered it up.
It's a "they" now, a conspiracy.
Something happened in that house.
I'm being assaulted with it.
I don't know what it is...
psychic debris.
Good, 'cause for a minute, I thought you were seeing ghosts.
I wouldn't call them ghosts, although I can't explain why Elvis and Marilyn Monroe were at the house.
There you go...
your co-conspirators.
What can we do?
Right now, I don't see enough evidence for a grand jury indictment.
What about that sheriff that was here when it happened?
Art Paulson.
He moved to Hartford, or something.
All right, fine.
I'll try and track him down, but if you think something happened, I need...
Evidence.
Actual evidence from our planet.
It's good to see you, too.
Where are we going?
I'm going to the coroner's office.
You've never been before, huh?
How did you know?
Because it's in the other direction.
He medl cal exa mlner ruled It a heart attack, plain and simple.
You've probably seen a lot of reports like these.
On the police beat, you see a few.
You think you could tell if anything wasn't quite right?
Quite right, as in...
Not quite right...
Like somebody made a mistake?
Or...
Lied?
I shouldn't be talking to a reporter...
Don't.
What?
If a voice inside you is telling you you shouldn't be talking to a reporter, don't talk to a reporter.
Why tell me that?
I'm trying to ingratiate myself, worm my way into your good graces.
Don't trust me.
Always wait for the words "off the record."
Off the record?
Just some personal advice.
Thanks.
Off the record, why would you think somebody would lie about your mother's death?
I said the words.
You can talk now.
I have reason to believe that these reports may not be accurate.
I didn't see anything unusual.
I'll look through them more carefully.
I appreciate it.
I owe you one.
Never say that to a reporter, because you know what?
Now you owe me one.
(cell pho ne rlnglng) Dana.
Got it.
I'll be right over there.
I have to go over to Cleaves Mills.
Can I give you a lift?
Sure.
What's going on?
Sad news.
A local Navy flier was reported missing in action.
My brother's missing in action.
Tell me if he's alive.
Lindsay...
I'm sure that as soon as they have any news, they'll call.
He could be hurt somewhere, and you might be able to help rescue him.
It doesn't always work.
Please.
Watch the engine temp!
Temp reading is red.
Can you get a visual on damage?
Number two is on fire.
(alarm sounds) Pull it up.
Pull it up!
I'm trying!
I've lost number two.
What did you see?
Nothing.
I'm sorry.
Nothing?
I told you.
It doesn't always work, Lindsay.
So you're a fake.
You don't have any powers.
Johnny Smith is a fake!
What was I supposed to do?
I couldn't refuse.
I couldn't tell her the truth.
You're sure he's dead?
Some talent, huh?
She was right.
I should go on the Psychic Channel and make money.
Hi, your brother's dead.
That'll be $30.
Visa or Mastercard?
There's only so much you can do.
I don't know.
I'm just sick and tired of the whole Johnny trick.
I'm tired of seeing more than I ever wanted to.
I've got to find a way to shut this off.
Shut it off?
What, you mean, brain surgery?
Before I go...
What?
I come into the house now, and I see Elvis Presley.
A lot of people see Elvis.
I understand why people don't want me in the neighborhood.
Hey, hey...
some people don't want me in their neighborhood.
It's easy to think that they're right because of how they look at you, but you're not crazy.
You're different.
You are who you are, and don't you apologize for being who you are.
Thanks.
By the way, I'm really into this Psychic Network idea.
(musl c plays In the dl stance) What?
Did I leave the radio on in the house?
Radio?
I don't hear any radio.
It's coming from the parlor.
(Latln musl c playlng) A costume party.
It's been awhile since anybody had a party in this room.
Look, there's Marie Antoinette.
There's little Bo Peep and her sheep...
and Elvis and Marilyn doing the cha-cha.
I wasn't crazy.
No, but let's get out of here.
I can't leave yet.
There's got to be a reason I'm seeing this.
Why do white people always stay in the damn house?
It's not Marilyn.
It's my mother.
My father.
They're so young.
Wait.
Before we put on another record, we have an announcement.
We're going to have a baby.
Going to have a baby...
My mother's pregnant...
with me.
Congratulate the happy couple for me.
Zorro doesn't seem to be too happy for them.
It's Purdy!
Bruce, he's right next to you.
How's it goin', Rev?
This was before he was a reverend...
but not before he loved my mother.
When I was growing up, I used to hate it when he came around.
There was Mom and Dad, and there was always this other guy.
Like Walt and Sarah and you?
He loved her his whole life, but you still think he killed her?
A toast...
She never married him, even after my dad died.
And I know he asked her more than once.
To everyone's favorite couple, Herb and Vera Smith.
Maybe she just rejected him once too often.
May your child have a long, healthy, and prosperous life.
(cell pho ne rlnglng) Hello?
I tracked down Art Paulson, the ex-sheriff.
He was at your house around noon.
Didn't see anything suspicious.
You believe him?
Why wouldn't I believe him?
Unless you've got evidence...
No, but I did find out that Elvis and Marilyn were my parents.
Now you see why I don't want you hanging around my house?
Look, there was one thing, all right?
I know what you'll say, but it probably doesn't mean anything.
What?
Well...
Art said that the housekeeper found your mom in bed, like the report said, but she didn't call the police.
Who did?
Reverend Purdy.
Bless you, Isaac.
In a hurry?
Johnny asked me to drop by.
We need to talk.
Step into my office.
Vera Smith.
There are some things about her death that are troubling.
You've been talking to Johnny.
You asked me to talk to Johnny, remember?
There is nothing to this.
Seriously, Dana.
The boy's confused.
He sees things.
His mind is obviously not right, never will be.
Why was Vera Smith cremated?
Those were her wishes.
It wasn't in her will.
She expressed them to me.
I don't see why it matters.
You sent her body to be cremated at your mortuary before the examiner arrived at the scene.
There was no scene.
Why did the Alliance hire Mrs.
Runyon, Vera Smith's housekeeper, after she died?
I had known Mrs.
Runyon for a number of years.
We needed help.
She needed a job.
Are you...
accusing me of something?
What did you have in mind?
I suggest that you drop this.
I can't do that, Reverend.
I'll talk to your editor if I have to.
You'll have to.
Thank you, Isaac.
I asked you to come over here today because I still have questions about my mother.
If there's anything I can do to put your mind at ease...
I appreciate that, Gene.
Maybe there is.
It's interesting, living in a house where you and your family lived for, what...
almost 50 years?
Just about.
Your mom and dad bought this house in the early '60s.
You walk in your own footsteps, and theirs.
But most of the time, we never stop to think...
they were right here in this room...
you know, walking down these very halls, sleeping in these beds...
dancing at parties.
There were some wonderful times in this house.
And your dad...
such a good friend.
It's not that easy to remember him.
You were still a little boy when he passed.
In a way, I feel...
part of him is still with me.
Not in a literal sense, you know, but a trace of him, you know?
A molecule.
I'm sorry.
I'm probably scaring you.
No, not at all.
I am very curious about your...
abilities.
Later, I'd like to explore the spiritual meaning of them with you.
What about now?
Now?
Yeah.
Why not?
This is where I've been seeing those visions I told you about.
You've never had time to mourn her passing.
This may be your mind's way of...
But...
one of the images...
in this room...
that I find the most confusing...
is the one of you.
Me?
Yes, Gene...
with blood on your hands.
Whatever you're thinking, Johnny...
Did you kill her?
I loved your mother.
She never loved you.
She did, in her own way.
For years, I watched her give you a fortune.
She was supporting God's work.
Was she going to change her will?
Cut you off?
I did not kill her.
Put my mind at ease, Reverend.
Does anyone else know about this?
No, sir.
I called you right after I found her.
Yes, this is Gene Purdy.
I need a hearse at Vera Smith's house.
Yes...
she died in her sleep sometime last night.
The housekeeper found her this morning.
I want her taken to our mortuary, and she's to be cremated immediately.
Oh...
(snlffles) I'll contact the sheriff's office.
Right.
Thank you.
No one is ever to know what happened here.
I'll take care of everything, you understand?
Oh...
We need to clean everythlng, wash her, and put her to bed.
Can you help me do this?
Suicide?
Why would she...
When a parent loses a child...
I tried to console her, Johnny.
I couldn't.
She was in this room almost every day, crying, sitting in that rocker.
They told her you'd never recover.
She lost her only son...
and her faith in God.
I made the choice to protect her name and her legacy.
Yours too, Johnny.
Yours too.
Kind of late to be working on your car.
Finally got it running, huh?
Yeah.
Just needed to get out of the house, you know?
Me too.
They found my brother's plane.
It crashed in some mountains.
They said he died instantly.
I'm so sorry, Lindsay.
They're sending us a medal.
You knew, didn't you?
You just didn't want to tell me.
I didn't know how to tell you.
I'm sorry for calling you...
Aw, forget it.
That stuff doesn't matter.
Well, I'd better get home.
Mom is...
she's really upset.
Lindsay: What is it?
I'm sorry to bother you at a time like this...
but I have to talk to Mrs.
Davis.
She's not seeing anyone.
It's very important, sir.
Mr.
Davis...
I know how this must seem, but I've seen Johnny do some remarkable things.
Remarkable things?
My son is gone.
Can you bring him back to life?
It's your wife I'm worried about.
Her life.
Dad, let him.
Please.
Please go away.
I don't think this is such a good...
Maybe Lindsay told you about me.
I can sense things.
I sensed something about you tonight.
Mrs.
Davis...
the pain that you're feeling, I can't say it'll go away soon...
but I am sure that if your son...
if he could talk to you right now...
he would want you to know that you are loved and needed...
in this house.
And if you were to do any harm to yourself...
this house would never recover.
We'll get through this, baby.
We'll get help.
Is she going to be all right?
After awhile...
yeah.
You're all going to be all right.
Well...
I guess you got a story after all.
Story?
What story?
I didn't see anything.
Mind if I keep you guys company?
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
You're grounded.
Then I woke up and found my fianc�e, married to another man.
My son doesn't know who I am.
Everything has changed...
including me.
One touch, and I can see things...
things that happened, things that will happen.
You should see what I see.
Boy: Visual contact.
Let me see.
No, it's my turn.
It's your turn when I say it's your turn.
No fair.
Shut up.
They'll hear you.
Girl: He looks so...
weird.
Let me see.
He looks so weird.
Do you think it's true about the cane?
What about the cane?
Hat he uses It to klll rats In hl s base ment?
Why would anyone use a cane to kill rats, stupid?
Because it's fun.
He's looking over here.
Yes, it's them again.
Since when did I turn into Boo Radley?
You should talk to their parents.
The parents are even more afraid.
People walk their dogs on the other side of the street.
Good news for your lawn.
It's all in how you look at it, my brother.
(englne cho klng) Do you think he saw us?
Oh, he knows we're here.
How do you know?
Because he's psychic, stupid.
What's "psychic," anyway?
Why don't you buy a new one?
This one is a perfect fit for me.
It's been out of commission, needs to be rebuilt, but it is still a classic.
We'll get there, Nellie Belle.
(engine choking) Good luck.
I've got to get to the hospital.
Psst.
(car starts s mo o thly) Modern technology.
Hey, where did he go?
Give me those.
You lost him, Eric.
He could be anywhere.
He could even be behind you.
(children scream) (footsteps) Hello?
Hello?
All right, kids...
fun is over.
Not in my house, okay?
I am not fooling around.
(the me musl c playlng) Woman: He's keeping a low profile, stays home a lot.
Is he seeing anyone?
One date.
I think he still has an eye for the sheriff's wife.
We can't have that.
We need to find Johnny a good, God-fearing woman.
We might even find one right here on the university campus.
I just want him to be happy.
Loving another man's wife will bring nothing but trouble.
As the Bible says over and over again.
I'm happy to hear you're still reading it.
God has spoken to me about Johnny, Dana.
Really?
E-mail or burning bush?
He says the world needs a little Johnny Smith right now.
If Johnny inspires faith and a belief in a greater power, God will welcome it.
You make him sound like a prophet.
No, you do, Dana.
You and all the other reporters.
My editor is becoming increasingly skeptical.
There will always be skeptics.
Can Johnny Smith do the things people think he can do?
Who knows?
The important thing now is to put the Johnny Smith story in the proper context.
In difficult times, people need something or someone to believe in.
Why not Johnny Smith?
The son of one of the Founders of the Faith Heritage Alliance.
Put that in your next article, won't you?
Attendance has been down 7%/ this year.
All right, Clams.
Let's go!
Whoo!
Mrs.
Stanton is giving us the eye again.
Which one is she?
Pruneface with the fat kid.
I don't think she approves of me being here with you.
Well, you're a married woman in New England without her husband.
I can feel the scarlet letter on my bosom.
Well, maybe I should go.
And give her the satisfaction?
Never.
Come on, Mighty Clams!
Whoo! "
Clams" is just not a good sports name.
So are you going to tell me?
Tell you what?
What's bothering you.
Who said anything's bothering me?
I know when something's bothering you.
For 30 years, I've always known.
All right, something's bothering me.
I know.
I had sort of a disturbing vision...
about Mom.
At least I think it was about Mom.
It was a lot of blood, Sarah.
Blood?
When she died, it was a heart attack, right?
There wasn't any...
I wasn't at the house, but, they did tell me she died peacefully in her sleep.
Mrs.
Runyon found her in the morning and called the police.
Mrs.
Runyon?
The housekeeper.
Is she still around?
She died a couple of years ago.
Cancer, I think.
Was Walt there that day?
He wasn't sheriff yet.
It was an older man.
He's retired now.
Oh, I can't remember his name.
You should ask Walt.
You're positive this had something to do with your mother?
I was holding her will.
There was blood all over the bathroom.
I'm not sure, but I think something horrible happened in that house.
Girl: He's going inside.
Let's go.
(dl stant snlffllng) (dl stant Weeplng) (glass breaklng) (Wo man screa ms) Girl: Hurry up.
Let's go!
Run!
Let go of me.
Take it easy.
I won't hurt you.
I didn't do anything.
We'll go talk to your parents.
I'm not from around here.
(laughs) What's so funny?
I remember saying the same thing to old Mr.
Fordyce down the road after I painted his cat.
I was a little younger than you, though.
You lived in this neighborhood?
Yeah.
I wasn't always a zombie.
I was actually a kid once.
If I let you go, you going to run?
No.
It's hard to hold you and the cane and walk at the same time.
I told you, no.
Our legs would get entangled.
Besides, I know your name is Lindsay.
I heard your friends.
Lindsay what?
I know a trick question when I hear one.
We can just knock on all the doors in the neighborhood until we find your parents if we have to.
Can't you just let me go, for old time's sake?
Sorry, it doesn't work that way.
You know why?
Because when you get old and mean, busting kids is one of the few pleasures left in life.
Got it?
It's the gray house over there.
Can I ask you something?
Okay.
Is it true?
What?
What they say.
No, I don't kill rats with my cane.
No, I mean, that you see things, like the future and stuff.
Is that why you're scared of me?
I'm not scared of you.
Then, why throw rocks?
We were trying to get you to come out, not break the window.
I'll pay for it.
You betcha.
Davis.
My name is Lindsay Davis.
Well, nice to meet you.
You ever think about going on the Psychic Channel?
You could make a lot of money.
Do you know a guy named Bruce?
(bell rlng s) I'm sorry to bother you.
My name is Smith.
I live across the street.
Are you all right?
She and her friends threw a rock through my window.
It was an accident.
I'll pay for it.
I'm sorry.
She won't bother you again.
She seems like such a nice...
kid.
This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine Let it shine, let it shine Let it shine...
Hide it under a bushel No!
I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine Let it shine, let it shine Let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine This little light of mine...
Man: Maybe we should get you into a hotel.
The house may not be the best place for you.
I'm concerned about finding the truth about my mother.
What truth, Johnny?
I don't mean to doubt that you saw something, but that doesn't mean...
I don't know what it means, Reverend.
I can assure you your mother died of a heart attack.
The housekeeper found Vera in bed.
Did you go by the house that day?
No.
Oh, yes, later that day, after they'd taken her to the mortuary.
And there was no blood?
Don't do this to yourself.
Your mother died in her sleep.
You can't do this to me.
Reverend Purdy...
he's a reverend, for crying out loud.
I saw blood on his hands in my mother's bathroom.
Maybe he cut himself shaving in the morning.
Not to suggest that he spent the night there.
What if my mother changed her will to cut him off?
So he kills her to keep the whole estate. "
What if" doesn't count in the criminal justice system.
And I don't see any evidence, which is not unusual for you.
Maybe they covered it up.
It's a "they" now, a conspiracy.
Something happened in that house.
I'm being assaulted with it.
I don't know what it is...
psychic debris.
Good, 'cause for a minute, I thought you were seeing ghosts.
I wouldn't call them ghosts, although I can't explain why Elvis and Marilyn Monroe were at the house.
There you go...
your co-conspirators.
What can we do?
Right now, I don't see enough evidence for a grand jury indictment.
What about that sheriff that was here when it happened?
Art Paulson.
He moved to Hartford, or something.
All right, fine.
I'll try and track him down, but if you think something happened, I need...
Evidence.
Actual evidence from our planet.
It's good to see you, too.
Where are we going?
I'm going to the coroner's office.
You've never been before, huh?
How did you know?
Because it's in the other direction.
He medl cal exa mlner ruled It a heart attack, plain and simple.
You've probably seen a lot of reports like these.
On the police beat, you see a few.
You think you could tell if anything wasn't quite right?
Quite right, as in...
Not quite right...
Like somebody made a mistake?
Or...
Lied?
I shouldn't be talking to a reporter...
Don't.
What?
If a voice inside you is telling you you shouldn't be talking to a reporter, don't talk to a reporter.
Why tell me that?
I'm trying to ingratiate myself, worm my way into your good graces.
Don't trust me.
Always wait for the words "off the record."
Off the record?
Just some personal advice.
Thanks.
Off the record, why would you think somebody would lie about your mother's death?
I said the words.
You can talk now.
I have reason to believe that these reports may not be accurate.
I didn't see anything unusual.
I'll look through them more carefully.
I appreciate it.
I owe you one.
Never say that to a reporter, because you know what?
Now you owe me one.
(cell pho ne rlnglng) Dana.
Got it.
I'll be right over there.
I have to go over to Cleaves Mills.
Can I give you a lift?
Sure.
What's going on?
Sad news.
A local Navy flier was reported missing in action.
My brother's missing in action.
Tell me if he's alive.
Lindsay...
I'm sure that as soon as they have any news, they'll call.
He could be hurt somewhere, and you might be able to help rescue him.
It doesn't always work.
Please.
Watch the engine temp!
Temp reading is red.
Can you get a visual on damage?
Number two is on fire.
(alarm sounds) Pull it up.
Pull it up!
I'm trying!
I've lost number two.
What did you see?
Nothing.
I'm sorry.
Nothing?
I told you.
It doesn't always work, Lindsay.
So you're a fake.
You don't have any powers.
Johnny Smith is a fake!
What was I supposed to do?
I couldn't refuse.
I couldn't tell her the truth.
You're sure he's dead?
Some talent, huh?
She was right.
I should go on the Psychic Channel and make money.
Hi, your brother's dead.
That'll be $30.
Visa or Mastercard?
There's only so much you can do.
I don't know.
I'm just sick and tired of the whole Johnny trick.
I'm tired of seeing more than I ever wanted to.
I've got to find a way to shut this off.
Shut it off?
What, you mean, brain surgery?
Before I go...
What?
I come into the house now, and I see Elvis Presley.
A lot of people see Elvis.
I understand why people don't want me in the neighborhood.
Hey, hey...
some people don't want me in their neighborhood.
It's easy to think that they're right because of how they look at you, but you're not crazy.
You're different.
You are who you are, and don't you apologize for being who you are.
Thanks.
By the way, I'm really into this Psychic Network idea.
(musl c plays In the dl stance) What?
Did I leave the radio on in the house?
Radio?
I don't hear any radio.
It's coming from the parlor.
(Latln musl c playlng) A costume party.
It's been awhile since anybody had a party in this room.
Look, there's Marie Antoinette.
There's little Bo Peep and her sheep...
and Elvis and Marilyn doing the cha-cha.
I wasn't crazy.
No, but let's get out of here.
I can't leave yet.
There's got to be a reason I'm seeing this.
Why do white people always stay in the damn house?
It's not Marilyn.
It's my mother.
My father.
They're so young.
Wait.
Before we put on another record, we have an announcement.
We're going to have a baby.
Going to have a baby...
My mother's pregnant...
with me.
Congratulate the happy couple for me.
Zorro doesn't seem to be too happy for them.
It's Purdy!
Bruce, he's right next to you.
How's it goin', Rev?
This was before he was a reverend...
but not before he loved my mother.
When I was growing up, I used to hate it when he came around.
There was Mom and Dad, and there was always this other guy.
Like Walt and Sarah and you?
He loved her his whole life, but you still think he killed her?
A toast...
She never married him, even after my dad died.
And I know he asked her more than once.
To everyone's favorite couple, Herb and Vera Smith.
Maybe she just rejected him once too often.
May your child have a long, healthy, and prosperous life.
(cell pho ne rlnglng) Hello?
I tracked down Art Paulson, the ex-sheriff.
He was at your house around noon.
Didn't see anything suspicious.
You believe him?
Why wouldn't I believe him?
Unless you've got evidence...
No, but I did find out that Elvis and Marilyn were my parents.
Now you see why I don't want you hanging around my house?
Look, there was one thing, all right?
I know what you'll say, but it probably doesn't mean anything.
What?
Well...
Art said that the housekeeper found your mom in bed, like the report said, but she didn't call the police.
Who did?
Reverend Purdy.
Bless you, Isaac.
In a hurry?
Johnny asked me to drop by.
We need to talk.
Step into my office.
Vera Smith.
There are some things about her death that are troubling.
You've been talking to Johnny.
You asked me to talk to Johnny, remember?
There is nothing to this.
Seriously, Dana.
The boy's confused.
He sees things.
His mind is obviously not right, never will be.
Why was Vera Smith cremated?
Those were her wishes.
It wasn't in her will.
She expressed them to me.
I don't see why it matters.
You sent her body to be cremated at your mortuary before the examiner arrived at the scene.
There was no scene.
Why did the Alliance hire Mrs.
Runyon, Vera Smith's housekeeper, after she died?
I had known Mrs.
Runyon for a number of years.
We needed help.
She needed a job.
Are you...
accusing me of something?
What did you have in mind?
I suggest that you drop this.
I can't do that, Reverend.
I'll talk to your editor if I have to.
You'll have to.
Thank you, Isaac.
I asked you to come over here today because I still have questions about my mother.
If there's anything I can do to put your mind at ease...
I appreciate that, Gene.
Maybe there is.
It's interesting, living in a house where you and your family lived for, what...
almost 50 years?
Just about.
Your mom and dad bought this house in the early '60s.
You walk in your own footsteps, and theirs.
But most of the time, we never stop to think...
they were right here in this room...
you know, walking down these very halls, sleeping in these beds...
dancing at parties.
There were some wonderful times in this house.
And your dad...
such a good friend.
It's not that easy to remember him.
You were still a little boy when he passed.
In a way, I feel...
part of him is still with me.
Not in a literal sense, you know, but a trace of him, you know?
A molecule.
I'm sorry.
I'm probably scaring you.
No, not at all.
I am very curious about your...
abilities.
Later, I'd like to explore the spiritual meaning of them with you.
What about now?
Now?
Yeah.
Why not?
This is where I've been seeing those visions I told you about.
You've never had time to mourn her passing.
This may be your mind's way of...
But...
one of the images...
in this room...
that I find the most confusing...
is the one of you.
Me?
Yes, Gene...
with blood on your hands.
Whatever you're thinking, Johnny...
Did you kill her?
I loved your mother.
She never loved you.
She did, in her own way.
For years, I watched her give you a fortune.
She was supporting God's work.
Was she going to change her will?
Cut you off?
I did not kill her.
Put my mind at ease, Reverend.
Does anyone else know about this?
No, sir.
I called you right after I found her.
Yes, this is Gene Purdy.
I need a hearse at Vera Smith's house.
Yes...
she died in her sleep sometime last night.
The housekeeper found her this morning.
I want her taken to our mortuary, and she's to be cremated immediately.
Oh...
(snlffles) I'll contact the sheriff's office.
Right.
Thank you.
No one is ever to know what happened here.
I'll take care of everything, you understand?
Oh...
We need to clean everythlng, wash her, and put her to bed.
Can you help me do this?
Suicide?
Why would she...
When a parent loses a child...
I tried to console her, Johnny.
I couldn't.
She was in this room almost every day, crying, sitting in that rocker.
They told her you'd never recover.
She lost her only son...
and her faith in God.
I made the choice to protect her name and her legacy.
Yours too, Johnny.
Yours too.
Kind of late to be working on your car.
Finally got it running, huh?
Yeah.
Just needed to get out of the house, you know?
Me too.
They found my brother's plane.
It crashed in some mountains.
They said he died instantly.
I'm so sorry, Lindsay.
They're sending us a medal.
You knew, didn't you?
You just didn't want to tell me.
I didn't know how to tell you.
I'm sorry for calling you...
Aw, forget it.
That stuff doesn't matter.
Well, I'd better get home.
Mom is...
she's really upset.
Lindsay: What is it?
I'm sorry to bother you at a time like this...
but I have to talk to Mrs.
Davis.
She's not seeing anyone.
It's very important, sir.
Mr.
Davis...
I know how this must seem, but I've seen Johnny do some remarkable things.
Remarkable things?
My son is gone.
Can you bring him back to life?
It's your wife I'm worried about.
Her life.
Dad, let him.
Please.
Please go away.
I don't think this is such a good...
Maybe Lindsay told you about me.
I can sense things.
I sensed something about you tonight.
Mrs.
Davis...
the pain that you're feeling, I can't say it'll go away soon...
but I am sure that if your son...
if he could talk to you right now...
he would want you to know that you are loved and needed...
in this house.
And if you were to do any harm to yourself...
this house would never recover.
We'll get through this, baby.
We'll get help.
Is she going to be all right?
After awhile...
yeah.
You're all going to be all right.
Well...
I guess you got a story after all.
Story?
What story?
I didn't see anything.
Mind if I keep you guys company?
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
You're grounded.