Medium s03e14 Episode Script
We Had a Dream
Yeah, I-I'd rather not talk about how I know that a plane is going to crash ten days before it happens.
I'm sorry, I don't have a location.
I just know that they're headed towards Las Vegas.
I was just hoping that we could do something, reach out to the people who are going to be on this plane, stop them from taking this trip.
The man flying the plane is named Ken.
I'm sorry, that's all I have: Ken.
He's middle-aged.
Uh, he's a white man, he's medium build.
Oh, and there's a passenger.
Uh, a woman: Amy.
She's younger.
Mid-30s, I'm guessing.
Well, I did call the FAA.
They suggested I call you.
Yes, I realize what the Department of Homeland Security does.
(mouthing) Yes, I'm an American citizen.
Hang up.
Yes, that's my phone number.
Hang up.
Yes, that's my address.
Allison, put down the phone.
Hey, I'm not going to tell you if that's my Social or not.
Department of Homeland Security?Are you insane? What would you have me do? Your boss is going to be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.
I got up half an hour early to get the girls to school.
How about you take a break from getting us put on the national watch list and get washed and dressed? ALLISON: And then you getto the part of the conversation where they go, "And how do you know this?" And they either say it like they're talking to Chicken Little or (groaning): Osama bin Allison.
(chuckles) The 28th? Heading towards Las Vegas? Okay.
What do you mean, "Okay"? Well, I was thinking you could sit with a sketch artist, develop a likeness of the people you saw in the plane.
We could distribute the sketches around the country-- regional airports, aircraft maintenance facilities-- say they were "people of interest" in an investigation.
There's no guarantee anyone will actually recognize them, but at least it's something.
Thank you.
(sighing): I.
D.
's out.
Prison gate's up ahead.
ALLISON: So what is it we're doing here? I thought you'd never ask.
Supposedly, your friend Sonny Troyer wants to confess to yet another murder.
Sonny Troy is not my friend.
I've never even met the man.
Nonetheless, you and I know it was the information you gave us that led to his capture and conviction.
It just seemed prudent to have you here.
Is there a problem? I guess not.
You know, I was only able to tell you what I did because, for some reason, Mr.
Troyer and I began having the same dreams-- dreams about women-- alone, isolated, in some kind of trouble.
Women he would then attack and kill.
He threatened me, he threatened my family.
It wasn't pleasant.
It's not something that I'm anxious to repeat.
Allison, the man is serving three life terms.
There's no reason to believe he can do you any harm from behind bars, but if you're uncomfortable, I can certainly handle this myself.
(lock buzzes) Sonny Troyer.
Mr.
Troyer, perhaps you remember me from your trial.
I'm Manuel Devalos, the city District Attorney.
You asked for this meeting.
(inhales) (laughs quietly) Sorry, forgive me.
"To sleep, perchance to dream.
" I wouldn't want to miss anything.
I'm sure you've had plenty of time to dream in the past nine months or so.
Suspect you'll have plenty of time in the months and years to come.
(laughing): I hope so.
I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name.
Allison.
Sorry? (exhales) Allison.
Would that be Dubois? We finally meet.
And how are your dreams, Allison Dubois? That's none of your business.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I don't get too many visitors, much less ones with whom I have so much in common.
Does he know our little secret? I still see them-- all those helpless women, in over their heads, hoping someone will find them and rescue them.
That musbe very frustrating for you.
I can dream.
(clears throat) Will your attorney be joining us? ?? After I was given my third consecutive life sentence, it all seemed rather pointless.
Then let's get on with it.
You have something to confess and we don't have a lot of time.
You sound nervous, Mr.
District Attorney.
I can hear it in your voice.
Born in Arizona, but when you're anxious, a little bit of your parents' native Jalisco kicks in.
Hard consonants, switching your "I"s and "E"s.
I remember noticing that during your cross-examination.
You're wasting my time.
Debra Waldman.
Ah You remember Debra Waldman.
Been missing ah three years now, right? Spent her last night on Earth at a border bar a lot of Mesa Uni students visit for the cheap booze.
She was pretty drunk when her friends ditched her.
By the time she wandered into the desert lost and confused, filled with fear, I was already having dreams about her.
When she passed out, I was already two-thirds of the way there.
Okay.
Where's her body? Raised in Oklahoma? I've never heard your voice in person before, but there it is,diphthongization of short vowels and all.
Mr.
Troyer The state of Texas has filed papers for my extradition.
Seems they found the remains of a young woman in a grain silo outside Aberdeen.
Something about my DNA being present in several of the pockets between her teeth and gums.
Those forensic scientists, those Crime Scene Investigators, they all have such lurid imaginations.
?? (slams chains on table) Nonetheless, the state of Texas seems to actually enjoy executing fellows like me.
I would prefer to stay here, in comfortable Arizona, serve my three life sentences, and dream.
If you file papers to block their extradition, I will provide you with precise directions to the location of Ms.
Waldman's remains.
It was nice to finally make your acquaintance.
Deputy Mayor Lynn DiNovi, please.
Saure, I'll hold.
Something bothering you? It's weird.
When Sonny Troyer was active, when he was killing, I dreamt the same dreams he had.
I never dreamt of Debbie Waldman.
Of course, that was before I worked in your office, before I took everything that I felt,everything I dreamt so seriously.
Are you suggesting he's lying? To be honest with you, the bell that's going off loudest in my head has to do with the plane crash ten days from Lynn.
Manuel.
Hold onto your hat.
Sonny Troyer, the serial killer, just confessed to the killing of Debra Waldman, the co-ed who's been missing since 2004.
No, he won't tell us where the body is until we get Texas to waive his extradition on another matter, which is why I'm calling.
I need you to tell the mayor to call the governor.
I need the governor to get on the phone?? (chuckles): Hey.
If it isn't our favorite candidate for city council.
To what do I owe this honor? It's done.
Excuse me? Late last night, the Governor called the Mayor.
Texas is gonna waive their rights to Sonny Troyer, at least for the moment.
At least long enough for you to see if there really is a body where he says there is.
So let me ask you Whew! how sure are you that what this guy's telling you is the truth? Are you pretty confident about this body? What's he gain by lying? If he tells us where to go and there's no body there, he's still in prison for the rest of his life, and Texas is still free to take him and fry him.
The mayor might want to leak something to the press about an ongoing investigation into the disappearance of a young college co-ed, an investigation spearheaded by His Honor.
You.
Me.
Well, that wouldn't be a bad thing for someone running for, say, city council, would it? Not a bad thing for a district attorney either.
(knocking on door) DEVALOS: Yeah? Hey.
I got a fistful of messages here from you.
Are you stalking me? I've been trying to get in to see you all day.
It's the 27th.
Okay.
Tomorrow's the day that small plane is supposed to go down.
I was wondering if you got any calls from anyone, off our sketches-- any persons of interest.
Not a one.
Well, maybe that's good news.
Maybe it's gonna happen on the 28th of another month.
Maybe we can still stop it.
Maybe.
I, uh Sorry.
JOE: It's been over a week, Allison.
You done everything you can.
Well, that's the thing.
I really haven't been able to do anything, really.
Well, maybe you're not supposed to.
What is that supposed to mean? Well, I don't know.
I don't subscribe to the Psychic Friends Network.
But if the modus operandi you have to buy into is that there's actually a plan for all this, then perhaps this once you're not part of it.
Perhaps this particular message, this particular dream, ended up in your inbox by mistake.
What are you saying, these people are supposed to die? Maybe that's the plan for them.
Maybe they're horrible people.
No.
I don't believe that.
(siren blaring) (fire roaring) MAN (over P.
A.
): All prisoners, step away from the plane! All prisoners, step away from the plane! All prisoners in the yard will immediately return to the block.
All prisoners in the yard will immediately Oh, my God.
He knows about the plane.
(chuckles): Hey, early bird.
It's not even 7:00.
Don't you carry your cell phone? It's in my office.
I called your house.
Yeah, I've been here since quarter to 6:00 working in the law library, putting together the thing for the judge tomorrow.
I know why Sonny Troyer confessed to killing Debbie Waldman.
He dreamt about the same plane crash I did.
Not this again, Allison.
I've already done everything I possibly can.
It is going to happen.
That plane is gonna crash into the Arizona State Prison.
This morning, today, 8:19.
Sonny Troyer is gonna make it his business to be out on the prison yard when it does.
Think about it: He dreamt the dream, he recognized the location, he realized that if he was sent to Texas, he would miss his chance at escape, so he came up with the whole confession thing.
Has he told you the location of the body yet? Today.
I'm scheduled to go out to the prison this afternoon.
He's not even gonna be there this afternoon.
Please.
We have to call the prison.
We have to find the warden.
What do I tell him? Anything.
Anything that'll keep Sonny Troyer off of that prison yard till after 8:19.
(line ringing over speakerphone) ECKLER: This is Warden Eckler.
Warden Eckler-- I'm sorry to disturb you at such an early hour, sir.
This is District Attorney Manuel Devalos over in Phoenix.
I have you on speakerphone.
Morning, Mr.
District Attorney.
Just getting into my office.
How can I? Sir, some investigators working under me have just come into some highly credible information about a possible large-scale escape attempt at your prison.
Are you serious? I most certainly am.
To the best of our knowledge, the plan is set to happen just after I'm not at liberty to discuss the particulars, but it is crucial that you clear the prison yard immediately and initiate an immediate lockdown.
And specifically, most specifically, that you isolate prisoner number 16309, Sonny Troyer.
A pretty tall order, counselor.
It's already quarter past 7:00 on my watch.
But I think we can make this happen.
(laughs) Much appreciated, sir.
Yeah, well, you owe me a steak dinner next time I'm over your way.
(jet engines roaring) What the hell? Hang on a second.
(engines roaring louder) (explosion, then alarm sounding) (dial tone) Come on (speed dialing beeps) (musical tone) FEMALE VOICE: You have reached a number that has been disconnected No, wait-- it's only 7:20.
Please check the number and try your call again.
(musical tone) TV ANCHORMAN: And the hunt continues tonight for Sonny Troyer, the notorious serial killer who escaped from Arizona State Prison today after a freakish private jet crash that killed two.
A statewide manhunt is currently underway, with federal marshals coordinating their efforts with local authorities, setting up roadblocks and monitoring all airports and (TV turns off) Yes, thank you.
Thank you very much.
That was the FAA.
The pilot was a Ken Androsky, and his passenger was his girlfriend Amy Chandler.
They took off from a private airstrip in El Paso; they didn't file a flight plan.
El Paso, Texas--an hour ahead of us.
There's no way you could have known.
He knew.
Sonny Troyer knew.
He heard it in their accents.
(knocking) Hey, I just went through Sonny Troyer's cell with the dogs.
No luck at all.
Apparently, he doused everything with rubbing alcohol-- his clothes, the linens, even his mattress.
Even switched clothes with one of the other inmates before he went out to the yard this morning.
This isn't what you'd call a spontaneous trip.
You want to see something else? DEVALOS: Scientific Foundations of ESP, Psychic Phenomena in the Real World, The Uses and Control of Paranormal Activity.
Looks like he's getting ready for a test of some kind.
Getting ready for something.
Why couldn't he just hang out in the weight room with all the other lifers? ALLISON: You know what? This marshal on TV, he was talking about prison breaks and how they usually have everyone rounded up in six hours.
Now where is he hiding? He's one man, on foot, wearing an orange jumpsuit.
How hard can that be to find? (yawns): I don't know.
But if he caught a break, he could be halfway to Mexico by now.
No.
He's somewhere asleep.
Excuse me? Think about it.
He's just spent nine frustrating months waiting for an opportunity to do what he does best: to prey on women in peril.
And to what do we owe this optimism? ??that they pulled out of his cell.
This is not a man waiting to retire.
So they close off the border, make it impossible for him to leave.
No-- he's gonna do what he's built to do,and he's gonna do it right here in Phoenix soon as he can get some sleep; soon as he can close his eyes.
Closing eyes.
Getting rest.
Oh, my goodness.
I think this fellow may be onto something.
(sighs) Hey That's not funny.
I'm still talking.
(groans) Hey.
Fine, play dead.
You won't be playing for long.
(sighs) (bell dings) (elevator clanks) Oh, geez.
Lord Please.
Hello?! Hello! Can anyone hear me?! Help! Help! (gasps) (groaning): Allison.
There's a woman-- she's trapped in an elevator, She's calling for help.
What? (sighs) It's those dreams.
The same one that Sonny Troyer's having, I'm having them again.
I have to call Scanlon.
No.
Honey Even if he's having the same dreams, which you don't know, he's a wanted man.
His face is on every newscast; every cop in town is looking for him.
I mean, do you really think that he's gonna stick his neck out to kill this woman in an elevator? Do you want to take that chance? I have to get her out of there.
But out of where? Do you know, do you know where the elevator is or the building's address? (cat meowing) WOMAN: Quincy.
Quincy.
Get down here, Quincy.
Quincy! (grunting) (screaming) Hello! Is anyone there?! Hello! Is anyone there?! (gasping) There's a girl somewhere.
Her-- she was trying to get her cat out of the tree.
She just fell.
Okay.
All right.
Were there Were there any, uh, like, landmarks or buildings? It was the woods.
It was dark.
There were trees.
So it's like a state park or something? I don't know.
I just know her damn cat's name is Quincy.
That's all I know.
Hmm.
Okay.
Well, wait-- now, that's good, right? Because that means that that's all that he knows, too, right? (moans) (ring tone playing) Hello? TROYER: God I'm guessing you having as much trouble sleeping as I am.
One dream after the other.
I guess when it rains it pours, huh? How did you get this number? First that poor woman in the elevator.
Then that girl with the kitty cat.
Did you find her as attractive as I did? She was kind of fetching, wasn't she? Now there's a word you don't hear too much anymore-- It's him.
"Fetching.
" Call Scanlon.
Anyway, none of that is why I really called.
I really called to talk about our situation.
What are you talking about? "Our situation"? Well, I mean we're kind of at a standoff here, don't you think? I have a dream.
You have a dream.
It's gonna make it really hard for me to do the things that I have to do.
Not to mention cops everywhere, my mug shot on the TV.
I had to pay a homeless guy $25 bucks to buy me this cell phone.
I just don't think we can go on this way.
Hey, did you have the dream about that blonde mom boo-hooing to her husband because she just couldn't figure out her dreams? Did you have that one, too, or was that just me? I don't know where the elevator lady isor the cat girl.
But that blonde mom? I've been to her house.
I don't know what else to suggest.
He does know where you live.
I mean, uh I could move you and your family to a hotel, but that presents all sorts of other problems.
I really do think the best solution is just to hunker down right here.
We'll keep a be a visible police presence outside your home.
Wait a second.
I got work.
The girls have school.
Work? How're you gonna go to work? I can barely keep my eyes open.
It's 5:40 in the morning, we've been up since 2:00.
How are you going to go to work? I don't really have a choice, Allison.
I don't think work is a problem.
With all due respect, you're not really our killer's type.
But the girls, Allison-- I would just feel better if they were all in one place.
(elevator bell dings) Good morning.
I beg to differ.
I got a call at from a reporter on the Arizona Observer.
This reporter claims you actually phoned officials at Arizona State Prison to warn them about that jet crash 90 seconds before it happened.
Before the plane crashed? That, uh doesn't make any sense.
I don't know-- a plane falls from the sky, I'm sure there's an enormous amount of panic, confusion Why was your office circulating sketches of "persons of interest" to airports and aircraft maintenance facilities a week before the crash-- sketches that look exactly like the victims? I'm sorry.
I can't help but think that someone is confusing two separate investigations.
If we coincidentally sent out sketches that happened to look like the two victims of the crash Manuel based on our conversation, my boss, your boss, the mayor called our governor.
Our governor called Texas.
Now reporters are calling me.
I will need answers.
Do you have any idea the blame storm that's going to rain down on all of us if there's reason to believe we knew, but didn't do everything we could to prevent the escape of a serial killer? Once we've captured Mr.
Troyer, and we will,once he's brought to justice, I'm sure all these questions will be answered to everyone's satisfaction.
I hope you're right.
(phone ringing) Oh Ariel?Honey, can you, uh, get the phone and mute the TV? (TV mutes) Thanks.
Hello? SCANLON: Get any sleep yet? You're joking, right? Do you think any of the cops outside would like to do a little babysitting? Yeah, I don't think our boy Troyer got all that much rest either.
I'm here waiting for the coroner to come help clean up the mess he made last night.
What?! Was it a nurse in an elevator? Or was it a girl in the woods? A woman in a Dumpster.
Seems like she got in a fight with her boyfriend while they were driving to Flagstaff.
He left her to calm down at a rest stop here on the Intestate.
He says that was around Ring a bell? No, how could it? I've been awake since Troyer called.
And he knew I would be.
Excuse me? Damn, he's smart.
He wasn't really threatening me.
He was frightening me.
He wanted to be sure that I would stay awake, to be sure that I couldn't dream his dreams.
WOMAN: Hey roomie, it's me.
Waiting for some stuff to print out.
What are you doing? I know.
It's all over the news.
I wish they'd just catch the son of a bitch already.
You're damn right, it's scary.
Look, just pour yourself one of your Bloody Marys and get to bed.
You'll forget he's even out there.
No vodka?! Tell you what: I'll call the liquor store and have them deliver, but by the time I get home, you better have one mixed for me, too.
(laughing) Night.
(auto-dial beeping) Hello, Christopher's Liquors? Yeah, order for delivery.
Claire Williams, (door closing) (clattering in distance) Detective Lee Scanlon please.
There's Sleeping Beauty.
Hey, Mom, I ordered pizza.
What time is it? Um, it's a little after 7:00.
Have you looked out the window? There's, like, a brigade of cops out there.
Our neighbor's yelling at them 'cause there's nowhere to park.
Wait Lee? Hey, I had another dream.
There's a woman.
Her name is Claire Williams.
She's stuck on the roof of the Phoenix East buding downtown.
She locked herself out and she feels trapped and vulnerable.
Phoenix East.
Got it.
(helicopter whirring) OFFICER (P.
A.
): Claire Williams! Claire Williams! This is the Phoenix Metro Police.
Move away from the dr.
Move away from the door.
(crashing) (screams) Okay, look-- I know we're not supposed to smoke on the roof.
I know we're not supposed to smoke on the roof.
Don't shoot me.
Don't shoot me SCANLON: Her name's Claire Williams.
She's a statistical analyst in data reconfiguration-- whatever the hell that is.
CLAIRE: Detective Scanlon? Yes, Ms.
Williams? Hi.
I just wanted to thank you.
And well, would it be possible for me to get a ride home? My roommate's not answering the phone.
I can't figure it.
I know she's home.
I just talked to her an hour ago.
Yeah, I'll have an officer run you home.
What's your address? How did you know that? Your roommate She was alone and she was afraid, wasn't she? OFFICER: Clear! OFFICER 2: Detective! We're bored.
Yeah.
We want to go out.
Yeah.
We're sick of being stuck in the house.
Yeah.
ALLISON: e, we have a problem.
I'm looking at a potential mutiny here.
It's Saturday and the girls are going stir-crazy.
Joe wants to take them up to his sister in Flagstaff for the weekend.
I think it's a good idea.
Flagstaff, huh? I'll stay here on Dream Patrol.
The house is surrounded by police; I feel completely safe.
The girls are just at the end of their rope.
Okay.
I'll have one of my guys follow them up there.
I'll give the Flagstaff PD a shout,make sure they're on alert as well.
I'll call you like a hured, 150 times a day.
You call me as much as you like.
Okay.
You got it? (dog barking in distance) Bridge, honey? Daddy wants to go! BRIDGETTE: I'm looking for something! She's looking for her baseball bat and batting helmet in case she has to beat up the serial killer guy.
Honey, you don't need that! BRIDGETTE: Yes, I do! Hurry up and catch this guy, Mom, so we can come back home.
I'll try.
(smooching) Bridgette! (indistinct police radio communication in distance) (yawning) TV REPORTER: hospital for sick children.
Tracy Hooper was given the liver of a nine-year-old accident victim, in a four-hour operation.
Hooper is in critical but stable condition, normal after such an operation.
Her condition will be monitored for 72 hours to see if there's any sign of organ rejection.
Shoot me and I'll never forgive you.
(sighs) Are you crazy? Are you trying to get yourself killed? How did you get in here? You left me a key.
Remember? The night you broke it off? Left me sitting in that restaurant I don't want to talk about this.
Not tonight.
Not now.
I said things, you said things, but this is not the time.
There's a maniac out there, killing women, making an ass out of me.
You wanna spend the night, that's fine.
But I have no interest in talking.
Put your ego back in your pants.
I have no interest in staying.
I'm here to get some questions answered.
I just said Not about us, about why a woman who works part-time for the District Attorney's Office is being given 24-hour police protection.
I'm talking about Allison Dubois.
Okay.
That's your answer? "Okay?" Are you aware of that the message Sonny Troyer wrote in blood last night: "Wrong Roommate Allison"? Yeah.
I was there.
What's the connection between this woman and Sonny Troyer? I am not at liberty to discuss this with you.
Let me paint a picture for you.
There's a journalist that calls me four times a day.
She thinks the District Attorney's Office somew knew that Sonny Troyer was going to escape from that penitentiary ahead of time.
I'm starting to believe her.
And you can bet I'm not the only one she's calling.
This thing is getting ready to blow up in everybody's face.
The DA, me, you.
Lynn, listen to me.
Leave this be.
We're going to catch this guy.
It'll make all the questions go away.
It always does.
No.
Lee Tell me what's going on.
Let me help you.
I would tell you but the truth is you'd never believe it.
Hell, there are days I don't even believe it.
(engine revving) (tires squealing) (tires squealing) (sighs) (keypad beeping) Joe, it's me.
Hi.
Is something wrong? It's the middle of the night.
I'm watching out the window; it looks like all the police cars are leaving.
There's only one left and now he's gone.
Hang up.
Call Scanlon.
Maybe it's good news.
Maybe they caught the guy.
(line ringing) (gasping): Lee.
Yeah.
Who am I talking to? Lee! It's me.
It's Allison.
They took all the police away.
What is going on? I'm here all by myself.
Damn it-- she promised me she wouldn't do anything until the morning.
What are you talking about? That Deputy Mayor.
She was asking a lot of questions.
I wouldn't tell her what she wanted to know.
She was threatening to pull the plug on everything but I thought for sure she was gonna give me till the morning.
I'll be right there.
I'm coming right over.
yeah Hey.
There's, uh, been a mix up.
They took the police cars away, but it's okay 'cause Scanlon's coming over.
He's going to be here in 20 minutes.
All right, I'm waking the kids, we're coming home.
No, don't do that.
Honestly.
You're hours away.
He'll be here in a few minutes.
I don't care.
No, please don't.
Please, I don'tI'm upset and frightened enough.
That'll just make me feel worse.
Joe? Joe? Lee! My power went down.
My phones are out.
Damn it.
Allison, calm down.
Calm down.
There's a pretty strong wind off the desert.
It may have just I'm scared.
I know.
I'm still maybe ten, Just hang tight.
Double-check your windows and doors and by the time you're done, I'll be there.
I had a dream.
(screams) And you were in it.
(pounding on door) Electric company!Heard you might be having a problem! Allison, be a dear and open the door.
We don't want to disturb the neighbors.
Lee! He's here! Allison, I'm still ten minutes away.
Ten minutes! You were ten minutes away ten minutes ago! I'm doing 90.
(screams) He's trying to smash his way in! Lee? Are you there? (pounding on glass) Lee? (gunfire) (sighs) You okay? Oh (distant siren wailing) SCANLON: I'm sorry.
We're sorry.
That whole thing hinged on you not knowing.
You had to be alone; feel vulnerable, terrified.
I get it.
DINOVI: The police never really left.
You were really never in any danger.
So, I bet you're full of questions.
Nothing that can't wait.
I'm going to go home.
Let you two talk.
Go ahead, go say good-bye to her.
Hey Thank you.
I don't think I would have gotten to this on my own.
You're welcome.
So how about my key? You want it back? Nah.
It's okay.
I'll change the lock.
No, you won't.
If you ever pull anything like that again Are you kidding? This is my new technique for solving murder sprees.
Scare the wits out of Allison Dubois and then, uh, bring in the firing squad.
Can't argue with success.
How dead is he? Real dead.
Very dead.
You should sleep just fine.
Just because he's dead? No, it doesn't work that way.
I'm sorry, I don't have a location.
I just know that they're headed towards Las Vegas.
I was just hoping that we could do something, reach out to the people who are going to be on this plane, stop them from taking this trip.
The man flying the plane is named Ken.
I'm sorry, that's all I have: Ken.
He's middle-aged.
Uh, he's a white man, he's medium build.
Oh, and there's a passenger.
Uh, a woman: Amy.
She's younger.
Mid-30s, I'm guessing.
Well, I did call the FAA.
They suggested I call you.
Yes, I realize what the Department of Homeland Security does.
(mouthing) Yes, I'm an American citizen.
Hang up.
Yes, that's my phone number.
Hang up.
Yes, that's my address.
Allison, put down the phone.
Hey, I'm not going to tell you if that's my Social or not.
Department of Homeland Security?Are you insane? What would you have me do? Your boss is going to be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.
I got up half an hour early to get the girls to school.
How about you take a break from getting us put on the national watch list and get washed and dressed? ALLISON: And then you getto the part of the conversation where they go, "And how do you know this?" And they either say it like they're talking to Chicken Little or (groaning): Osama bin Allison.
(chuckles) The 28th? Heading towards Las Vegas? Okay.
What do you mean, "Okay"? Well, I was thinking you could sit with a sketch artist, develop a likeness of the people you saw in the plane.
We could distribute the sketches around the country-- regional airports, aircraft maintenance facilities-- say they were "people of interest" in an investigation.
There's no guarantee anyone will actually recognize them, but at least it's something.
Thank you.
(sighing): I.
D.
's out.
Prison gate's up ahead.
ALLISON: So what is it we're doing here? I thought you'd never ask.
Supposedly, your friend Sonny Troyer wants to confess to yet another murder.
Sonny Troy is not my friend.
I've never even met the man.
Nonetheless, you and I know it was the information you gave us that led to his capture and conviction.
It just seemed prudent to have you here.
Is there a problem? I guess not.
You know, I was only able to tell you what I did because, for some reason, Mr.
Troyer and I began having the same dreams-- dreams about women-- alone, isolated, in some kind of trouble.
Women he would then attack and kill.
He threatened me, he threatened my family.
It wasn't pleasant.
It's not something that I'm anxious to repeat.
Allison, the man is serving three life terms.
There's no reason to believe he can do you any harm from behind bars, but if you're uncomfortable, I can certainly handle this myself.
(lock buzzes) Sonny Troyer.
Mr.
Troyer, perhaps you remember me from your trial.
I'm Manuel Devalos, the city District Attorney.
You asked for this meeting.
(inhales) (laughs quietly) Sorry, forgive me.
"To sleep, perchance to dream.
" I wouldn't want to miss anything.
I'm sure you've had plenty of time to dream in the past nine months or so.
Suspect you'll have plenty of time in the months and years to come.
(laughing): I hope so.
I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name.
Allison.
Sorry? (exhales) Allison.
Would that be Dubois? We finally meet.
And how are your dreams, Allison Dubois? That's none of your business.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I don't get too many visitors, much less ones with whom I have so much in common.
Does he know our little secret? I still see them-- all those helpless women, in over their heads, hoping someone will find them and rescue them.
That musbe very frustrating for you.
I can dream.
(clears throat) Will your attorney be joining us? ?? After I was given my third consecutive life sentence, it all seemed rather pointless.
Then let's get on with it.
You have something to confess and we don't have a lot of time.
You sound nervous, Mr.
District Attorney.
I can hear it in your voice.
Born in Arizona, but when you're anxious, a little bit of your parents' native Jalisco kicks in.
Hard consonants, switching your "I"s and "E"s.
I remember noticing that during your cross-examination.
You're wasting my time.
Debra Waldman.
Ah You remember Debra Waldman.
Been missing ah three years now, right? Spent her last night on Earth at a border bar a lot of Mesa Uni students visit for the cheap booze.
She was pretty drunk when her friends ditched her.
By the time she wandered into the desert lost and confused, filled with fear, I was already having dreams about her.
When she passed out, I was already two-thirds of the way there.
Okay.
Where's her body? Raised in Oklahoma? I've never heard your voice in person before, but there it is,diphthongization of short vowels and all.
Mr.
Troyer The state of Texas has filed papers for my extradition.
Seems they found the remains of a young woman in a grain silo outside Aberdeen.
Something about my DNA being present in several of the pockets between her teeth and gums.
Those forensic scientists, those Crime Scene Investigators, they all have such lurid imaginations.
?? (slams chains on table) Nonetheless, the state of Texas seems to actually enjoy executing fellows like me.
I would prefer to stay here, in comfortable Arizona, serve my three life sentences, and dream.
If you file papers to block their extradition, I will provide you with precise directions to the location of Ms.
Waldman's remains.
It was nice to finally make your acquaintance.
Deputy Mayor Lynn DiNovi, please.
Saure, I'll hold.
Something bothering you? It's weird.
When Sonny Troyer was active, when he was killing, I dreamt the same dreams he had.
I never dreamt of Debbie Waldman.
Of course, that was before I worked in your office, before I took everything that I felt,everything I dreamt so seriously.
Are you suggesting he's lying? To be honest with you, the bell that's going off loudest in my head has to do with the plane crash ten days from Lynn.
Manuel.
Hold onto your hat.
Sonny Troyer, the serial killer, just confessed to the killing of Debra Waldman, the co-ed who's been missing since 2004.
No, he won't tell us where the body is until we get Texas to waive his extradition on another matter, which is why I'm calling.
I need you to tell the mayor to call the governor.
I need the governor to get on the phone?? (chuckles): Hey.
If it isn't our favorite candidate for city council.
To what do I owe this honor? It's done.
Excuse me? Late last night, the Governor called the Mayor.
Texas is gonna waive their rights to Sonny Troyer, at least for the moment.
At least long enough for you to see if there really is a body where he says there is.
So let me ask you Whew! how sure are you that what this guy's telling you is the truth? Are you pretty confident about this body? What's he gain by lying? If he tells us where to go and there's no body there, he's still in prison for the rest of his life, and Texas is still free to take him and fry him.
The mayor might want to leak something to the press about an ongoing investigation into the disappearance of a young college co-ed, an investigation spearheaded by His Honor.
You.
Me.
Well, that wouldn't be a bad thing for someone running for, say, city council, would it? Not a bad thing for a district attorney either.
(knocking on door) DEVALOS: Yeah? Hey.
I got a fistful of messages here from you.
Are you stalking me? I've been trying to get in to see you all day.
It's the 27th.
Okay.
Tomorrow's the day that small plane is supposed to go down.
I was wondering if you got any calls from anyone, off our sketches-- any persons of interest.
Not a one.
Well, maybe that's good news.
Maybe it's gonna happen on the 28th of another month.
Maybe we can still stop it.
Maybe.
I, uh Sorry.
JOE: It's been over a week, Allison.
You done everything you can.
Well, that's the thing.
I really haven't been able to do anything, really.
Well, maybe you're not supposed to.
What is that supposed to mean? Well, I don't know.
I don't subscribe to the Psychic Friends Network.
But if the modus operandi you have to buy into is that there's actually a plan for all this, then perhaps this once you're not part of it.
Perhaps this particular message, this particular dream, ended up in your inbox by mistake.
What are you saying, these people are supposed to die? Maybe that's the plan for them.
Maybe they're horrible people.
No.
I don't believe that.
(siren blaring) (fire roaring) MAN (over P.
A.
): All prisoners, step away from the plane! All prisoners, step away from the plane! All prisoners in the yard will immediately return to the block.
All prisoners in the yard will immediately Oh, my God.
He knows about the plane.
(chuckles): Hey, early bird.
It's not even 7:00.
Don't you carry your cell phone? It's in my office.
I called your house.
Yeah, I've been here since quarter to 6:00 working in the law library, putting together the thing for the judge tomorrow.
I know why Sonny Troyer confessed to killing Debbie Waldman.
He dreamt about the same plane crash I did.
Not this again, Allison.
I've already done everything I possibly can.
It is going to happen.
That plane is gonna crash into the Arizona State Prison.
This morning, today, 8:19.
Sonny Troyer is gonna make it his business to be out on the prison yard when it does.
Think about it: He dreamt the dream, he recognized the location, he realized that if he was sent to Texas, he would miss his chance at escape, so he came up with the whole confession thing.
Has he told you the location of the body yet? Today.
I'm scheduled to go out to the prison this afternoon.
He's not even gonna be there this afternoon.
Please.
We have to call the prison.
We have to find the warden.
What do I tell him? Anything.
Anything that'll keep Sonny Troyer off of that prison yard till after 8:19.
(line ringing over speakerphone) ECKLER: This is Warden Eckler.
Warden Eckler-- I'm sorry to disturb you at such an early hour, sir.
This is District Attorney Manuel Devalos over in Phoenix.
I have you on speakerphone.
Morning, Mr.
District Attorney.
Just getting into my office.
How can I? Sir, some investigators working under me have just come into some highly credible information about a possible large-scale escape attempt at your prison.
Are you serious? I most certainly am.
To the best of our knowledge, the plan is set to happen just after I'm not at liberty to discuss the particulars, but it is crucial that you clear the prison yard immediately and initiate an immediate lockdown.
And specifically, most specifically, that you isolate prisoner number 16309, Sonny Troyer.
A pretty tall order, counselor.
It's already quarter past 7:00 on my watch.
But I think we can make this happen.
(laughs) Much appreciated, sir.
Yeah, well, you owe me a steak dinner next time I'm over your way.
(jet engines roaring) What the hell? Hang on a second.
(engines roaring louder) (explosion, then alarm sounding) (dial tone) Come on (speed dialing beeps) (musical tone) FEMALE VOICE: You have reached a number that has been disconnected No, wait-- it's only 7:20.
Please check the number and try your call again.
(musical tone) TV ANCHORMAN: And the hunt continues tonight for Sonny Troyer, the notorious serial killer who escaped from Arizona State Prison today after a freakish private jet crash that killed two.
A statewide manhunt is currently underway, with federal marshals coordinating their efforts with local authorities, setting up roadblocks and monitoring all airports and (TV turns off) Yes, thank you.
Thank you very much.
That was the FAA.
The pilot was a Ken Androsky, and his passenger was his girlfriend Amy Chandler.
They took off from a private airstrip in El Paso; they didn't file a flight plan.
El Paso, Texas--an hour ahead of us.
There's no way you could have known.
He knew.
Sonny Troyer knew.
He heard it in their accents.
(knocking) Hey, I just went through Sonny Troyer's cell with the dogs.
No luck at all.
Apparently, he doused everything with rubbing alcohol-- his clothes, the linens, even his mattress.
Even switched clothes with one of the other inmates before he went out to the yard this morning.
This isn't what you'd call a spontaneous trip.
You want to see something else? DEVALOS: Scientific Foundations of ESP, Psychic Phenomena in the Real World, The Uses and Control of Paranormal Activity.
Looks like he's getting ready for a test of some kind.
Getting ready for something.
Why couldn't he just hang out in the weight room with all the other lifers? ALLISON: You know what? This marshal on TV, he was talking about prison breaks and how they usually have everyone rounded up in six hours.
Now where is he hiding? He's one man, on foot, wearing an orange jumpsuit.
How hard can that be to find? (yawns): I don't know.
But if he caught a break, he could be halfway to Mexico by now.
No.
He's somewhere asleep.
Excuse me? Think about it.
He's just spent nine frustrating months waiting for an opportunity to do what he does best: to prey on women in peril.
And to what do we owe this optimism? ??that they pulled out of his cell.
This is not a man waiting to retire.
So they close off the border, make it impossible for him to leave.
No-- he's gonna do what he's built to do,and he's gonna do it right here in Phoenix soon as he can get some sleep; soon as he can close his eyes.
Closing eyes.
Getting rest.
Oh, my goodness.
I think this fellow may be onto something.
(sighs) Hey That's not funny.
I'm still talking.
(groans) Hey.
Fine, play dead.
You won't be playing for long.
(sighs) (bell dings) (elevator clanks) Oh, geez.
Lord Please.
Hello?! Hello! Can anyone hear me?! Help! Help! (gasps) (groaning): Allison.
There's a woman-- she's trapped in an elevator, She's calling for help.
What? (sighs) It's those dreams.
The same one that Sonny Troyer's having, I'm having them again.
I have to call Scanlon.
No.
Honey Even if he's having the same dreams, which you don't know, he's a wanted man.
His face is on every newscast; every cop in town is looking for him.
I mean, do you really think that he's gonna stick his neck out to kill this woman in an elevator? Do you want to take that chance? I have to get her out of there.
But out of where? Do you know, do you know where the elevator is or the building's address? (cat meowing) WOMAN: Quincy.
Quincy.
Get down here, Quincy.
Quincy! (grunting) (screaming) Hello! Is anyone there?! Hello! Is anyone there?! (gasping) There's a girl somewhere.
Her-- she was trying to get her cat out of the tree.
She just fell.
Okay.
All right.
Were there Were there any, uh, like, landmarks or buildings? It was the woods.
It was dark.
There were trees.
So it's like a state park or something? I don't know.
I just know her damn cat's name is Quincy.
That's all I know.
Hmm.
Okay.
Well, wait-- now, that's good, right? Because that means that that's all that he knows, too, right? (moans) (ring tone playing) Hello? TROYER: God I'm guessing you having as much trouble sleeping as I am.
One dream after the other.
I guess when it rains it pours, huh? How did you get this number? First that poor woman in the elevator.
Then that girl with the kitty cat.
Did you find her as attractive as I did? She was kind of fetching, wasn't she? Now there's a word you don't hear too much anymore-- It's him.
"Fetching.
" Call Scanlon.
Anyway, none of that is why I really called.
I really called to talk about our situation.
What are you talking about? "Our situation"? Well, I mean we're kind of at a standoff here, don't you think? I have a dream.
You have a dream.
It's gonna make it really hard for me to do the things that I have to do.
Not to mention cops everywhere, my mug shot on the TV.
I had to pay a homeless guy $25 bucks to buy me this cell phone.
I just don't think we can go on this way.
Hey, did you have the dream about that blonde mom boo-hooing to her husband because she just couldn't figure out her dreams? Did you have that one, too, or was that just me? I don't know where the elevator lady isor the cat girl.
But that blonde mom? I've been to her house.
I don't know what else to suggest.
He does know where you live.
I mean, uh I could move you and your family to a hotel, but that presents all sorts of other problems.
I really do think the best solution is just to hunker down right here.
We'll keep a be a visible police presence outside your home.
Wait a second.
I got work.
The girls have school.
Work? How're you gonna go to work? I can barely keep my eyes open.
It's 5:40 in the morning, we've been up since 2:00.
How are you going to go to work? I don't really have a choice, Allison.
I don't think work is a problem.
With all due respect, you're not really our killer's type.
But the girls, Allison-- I would just feel better if they were all in one place.
(elevator bell dings) Good morning.
I beg to differ.
I got a call at from a reporter on the Arizona Observer.
This reporter claims you actually phoned officials at Arizona State Prison to warn them about that jet crash 90 seconds before it happened.
Before the plane crashed? That, uh doesn't make any sense.
I don't know-- a plane falls from the sky, I'm sure there's an enormous amount of panic, confusion Why was your office circulating sketches of "persons of interest" to airports and aircraft maintenance facilities a week before the crash-- sketches that look exactly like the victims? I'm sorry.
I can't help but think that someone is confusing two separate investigations.
If we coincidentally sent out sketches that happened to look like the two victims of the crash Manuel based on our conversation, my boss, your boss, the mayor called our governor.
Our governor called Texas.
Now reporters are calling me.
I will need answers.
Do you have any idea the blame storm that's going to rain down on all of us if there's reason to believe we knew, but didn't do everything we could to prevent the escape of a serial killer? Once we've captured Mr.
Troyer, and we will,once he's brought to justice, I'm sure all these questions will be answered to everyone's satisfaction.
I hope you're right.
(phone ringing) Oh Ariel?Honey, can you, uh, get the phone and mute the TV? (TV mutes) Thanks.
Hello? SCANLON: Get any sleep yet? You're joking, right? Do you think any of the cops outside would like to do a little babysitting? Yeah, I don't think our boy Troyer got all that much rest either.
I'm here waiting for the coroner to come help clean up the mess he made last night.
What?! Was it a nurse in an elevator? Or was it a girl in the woods? A woman in a Dumpster.
Seems like she got in a fight with her boyfriend while they were driving to Flagstaff.
He left her to calm down at a rest stop here on the Intestate.
He says that was around Ring a bell? No, how could it? I've been awake since Troyer called.
And he knew I would be.
Excuse me? Damn, he's smart.
He wasn't really threatening me.
He was frightening me.
He wanted to be sure that I would stay awake, to be sure that I couldn't dream his dreams.
WOMAN: Hey roomie, it's me.
Waiting for some stuff to print out.
What are you doing? I know.
It's all over the news.
I wish they'd just catch the son of a bitch already.
You're damn right, it's scary.
Look, just pour yourself one of your Bloody Marys and get to bed.
You'll forget he's even out there.
No vodka?! Tell you what: I'll call the liquor store and have them deliver, but by the time I get home, you better have one mixed for me, too.
(laughing) Night.
(auto-dial beeping) Hello, Christopher's Liquors? Yeah, order for delivery.
Claire Williams, (door closing) (clattering in distance) Detective Lee Scanlon please.
There's Sleeping Beauty.
Hey, Mom, I ordered pizza.
What time is it? Um, it's a little after 7:00.
Have you looked out the window? There's, like, a brigade of cops out there.
Our neighbor's yelling at them 'cause there's nowhere to park.
Wait Lee? Hey, I had another dream.
There's a woman.
Her name is Claire Williams.
She's stuck on the roof of the Phoenix East buding downtown.
She locked herself out and she feels trapped and vulnerable.
Phoenix East.
Got it.
(helicopter whirring) OFFICER (P.
A.
): Claire Williams! Claire Williams! This is the Phoenix Metro Police.
Move away from the dr.
Move away from the door.
(crashing) (screams) Okay, look-- I know we're not supposed to smoke on the roof.
I know we're not supposed to smoke on the roof.
Don't shoot me.
Don't shoot me SCANLON: Her name's Claire Williams.
She's a statistical analyst in data reconfiguration-- whatever the hell that is.
CLAIRE: Detective Scanlon? Yes, Ms.
Williams? Hi.
I just wanted to thank you.
And well, would it be possible for me to get a ride home? My roommate's not answering the phone.
I can't figure it.
I know she's home.
I just talked to her an hour ago.
Yeah, I'll have an officer run you home.
What's your address? How did you know that? Your roommate She was alone and she was afraid, wasn't she? OFFICER: Clear! OFFICER 2: Detective! We're bored.
Yeah.
We want to go out.
Yeah.
We're sick of being stuck in the house.
Yeah.
ALLISON: e, we have a problem.
I'm looking at a potential mutiny here.
It's Saturday and the girls are going stir-crazy.
Joe wants to take them up to his sister in Flagstaff for the weekend.
I think it's a good idea.
Flagstaff, huh? I'll stay here on Dream Patrol.
The house is surrounded by police; I feel completely safe.
The girls are just at the end of their rope.
Okay.
I'll have one of my guys follow them up there.
I'll give the Flagstaff PD a shout,make sure they're on alert as well.
I'll call you like a hured, 150 times a day.
You call me as much as you like.
Okay.
You got it? (dog barking in distance) Bridge, honey? Daddy wants to go! BRIDGETTE: I'm looking for something! She's looking for her baseball bat and batting helmet in case she has to beat up the serial killer guy.
Honey, you don't need that! BRIDGETTE: Yes, I do! Hurry up and catch this guy, Mom, so we can come back home.
I'll try.
(smooching) Bridgette! (indistinct police radio communication in distance) (yawning) TV REPORTER: hospital for sick children.
Tracy Hooper was given the liver of a nine-year-old accident victim, in a four-hour operation.
Hooper is in critical but stable condition, normal after such an operation.
Her condition will be monitored for 72 hours to see if there's any sign of organ rejection.
Shoot me and I'll never forgive you.
(sighs) Are you crazy? Are you trying to get yourself killed? How did you get in here? You left me a key.
Remember? The night you broke it off? Left me sitting in that restaurant I don't want to talk about this.
Not tonight.
Not now.
I said things, you said things, but this is not the time.
There's a maniac out there, killing women, making an ass out of me.
You wanna spend the night, that's fine.
But I have no interest in talking.
Put your ego back in your pants.
I have no interest in staying.
I'm here to get some questions answered.
I just said Not about us, about why a woman who works part-time for the District Attorney's Office is being given 24-hour police protection.
I'm talking about Allison Dubois.
Okay.
That's your answer? "Okay?" Are you aware of that the message Sonny Troyer wrote in blood last night: "Wrong Roommate Allison"? Yeah.
I was there.
What's the connection between this woman and Sonny Troyer? I am not at liberty to discuss this with you.
Let me paint a picture for you.
There's a journalist that calls me four times a day.
She thinks the District Attorney's Office somew knew that Sonny Troyer was going to escape from that penitentiary ahead of time.
I'm starting to believe her.
And you can bet I'm not the only one she's calling.
This thing is getting ready to blow up in everybody's face.
The DA, me, you.
Lynn, listen to me.
Leave this be.
We're going to catch this guy.
It'll make all the questions go away.
It always does.
No.
Lee Tell me what's going on.
Let me help you.
I would tell you but the truth is you'd never believe it.
Hell, there are days I don't even believe it.
(engine revving) (tires squealing) (tires squealing) (sighs) (keypad beeping) Joe, it's me.
Hi.
Is something wrong? It's the middle of the night.
I'm watching out the window; it looks like all the police cars are leaving.
There's only one left and now he's gone.
Hang up.
Call Scanlon.
Maybe it's good news.
Maybe they caught the guy.
(line ringing) (gasping): Lee.
Yeah.
Who am I talking to? Lee! It's me.
It's Allison.
They took all the police away.
What is going on? I'm here all by myself.
Damn it-- she promised me she wouldn't do anything until the morning.
What are you talking about? That Deputy Mayor.
She was asking a lot of questions.
I wouldn't tell her what she wanted to know.
She was threatening to pull the plug on everything but I thought for sure she was gonna give me till the morning.
I'll be right there.
I'm coming right over.
yeah Hey.
There's, uh, been a mix up.
They took the police cars away, but it's okay 'cause Scanlon's coming over.
He's going to be here in 20 minutes.
All right, I'm waking the kids, we're coming home.
No, don't do that.
Honestly.
You're hours away.
He'll be here in a few minutes.
I don't care.
No, please don't.
Please, I don'tI'm upset and frightened enough.
That'll just make me feel worse.
Joe? Joe? Lee! My power went down.
My phones are out.
Damn it.
Allison, calm down.
Calm down.
There's a pretty strong wind off the desert.
It may have just I'm scared.
I know.
I'm still maybe ten, Just hang tight.
Double-check your windows and doors and by the time you're done, I'll be there.
I had a dream.
(screams) And you were in it.
(pounding on door) Electric company!Heard you might be having a problem! Allison, be a dear and open the door.
We don't want to disturb the neighbors.
Lee! He's here! Allison, I'm still ten minutes away.
Ten minutes! You were ten minutes away ten minutes ago! I'm doing 90.
(screams) He's trying to smash his way in! Lee? Are you there? (pounding on glass) Lee? (gunfire) (sighs) You okay? Oh (distant siren wailing) SCANLON: I'm sorry.
We're sorry.
That whole thing hinged on you not knowing.
You had to be alone; feel vulnerable, terrified.
I get it.
DINOVI: The police never really left.
You were really never in any danger.
So, I bet you're full of questions.
Nothing that can't wait.
I'm going to go home.
Let you two talk.
Go ahead, go say good-bye to her.
Hey Thank you.
I don't think I would have gotten to this on my own.
You're welcome.
So how about my key? You want it back? Nah.
It's okay.
I'll change the lock.
No, you won't.
If you ever pull anything like that again Are you kidding? This is my new technique for solving murder sprees.
Scare the wits out of Allison Dubois and then, uh, bring in the firing squad.
Can't argue with success.
How dead is he? Real dead.
Very dead.
You should sleep just fine.
Just because he's dead? No, it doesn't work that way.