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GhostMolly: Oh, this is great! That’s incredible. There’s got to be 7 or 8 feet up there.Carl: And 80 years of dust.M: Look at all this height！We can put our bedroom upstairs and that’ll leave us with all this space.Sam: For what?M: Just for space.Together: 1, 2, 3 and 4? And 5? Watch it, watch it.C: God, this place is hugeM: It’s beautiful.C: God.M: You guys, it’s absolutely incredible.C: Incredible.S: A little paint…C: Let’s see, you can then sell this tomorrow and double your money.M: Car l, you’re obsessed.C: a little bit.S: Woo! look. Hey, it’s an Indian head penny. 1898. It’s good omen.M: You are the good omen. Oh, it’s so great.C: I had Rose moved you from 3 o’clock. to 4 o’clock ‘cause Gary Allen called late yesterday. He has to see you about the final painting bids for the loft. 3:00 is the only time he can make it. Sam? What are you doing?S: I’m sorry.C: Relax, man. This isn’t brain surgery you’re going into.S: Pitching these Japanese guys makes me so nervous. That’s it.C: S am, you’re gonna be great, OK?S: I mean, what am I supposed to say. I mean, I can’t very well tell them my Swedish pompom girl joke you know.C: Those are great. Where ‘d you get those?S: Nice, huh? Molly. What do you think? Are they me?C: Man, look at that. A Testarossa.S: Pay off your Mustang first.S: How are you feeling? What did the doctor say?C: He said it was contagious that it was really.S: No.C: He said I shouldn’t be coming in today.S: What about the rash?C: The rash?S: Mm-Hmm.C: The rash is also incredible contagious. He said they’ve both been spreading.S: No. On your genitals again?C: Yeah, right on genital. Basically everywhere. He said that I shouldn’t touch anyone. Excuse me. I’m sorry..S: You’re sick.C: I know.S: Morning, Paul.Paul: Morning Carl, Sam.Lady: Morning Mr. Wheat.S: Morning Susan. You’re looking good.C：Sam?S: Yeah…here it is.C: Thanks.Lady: Morning Sam.S: Morning. Listen, the Kobiashi people.Lady: They’re already here.S: They’re early.Lady: I know.S: Come here. How long have they been here?Lady: About 10 minutes. Andy Dillon called. And says he needs $900.000 transferred to Albany by 10:00.S: By 10:00?Lady: Yes.S: Carl?C: Yeah.S: Dillon needs 900.000 dollars in Albany by 10:00. Can you transfer it to his pay roll account? C: Yeah. I need your Mac code.S: OK. Discretion, right?C: Got it. You bet. I’ll do it right now. Bill, I’ll call you back.S: OK. Excellent, come on. It’s fine. Ah man. Can you get this?M: Where are you guys from? The New Y ork City Ballet? Almost……Ah, ah!S: Saved your life.M: Sam, you shit, you scared me to death. Why did you do that?S: Better than seeing this gorgeous body splattered all over the place. Look out, look out.M: Ah……C: Sam, Molly, you guys home?M: Carl, did you invite him?S: Slave laborM: Carl?C: What?M: Here help.S: Oh, my God, I’ve got it.C: Right here.M: Watch your toes.C: Hey, where do you want this?M: In the bedroom.C: God, this place is going to look great.S: Yeah.M: You like it, huh?C: Like? Like is hardly the word. I had no idea that it would be so beautiful. It’s incredible. S: Molly, what about here?M: Why don’t we just leave it there until we get the other stuff in?C: What are these?M: Oh, let me show you. Can you help me lift this up?C: What, here?M: Yeah.C: Wow!M: Just finished it, what do you think?C: Fantastic, I love it.M: Sam, what’s this chair doing here?S: What do you mean? I love that chair.M: I know you love this chair, but we discussed this.S: Well, I’ve had it forever. When I watch TV, I sit in it.M: But this chair is ugly.S: So?M: And it doesn’t go with anything.S: It goes with me.M: You’re right, it does. We’ll paint it.S: We’ll what?M: Are you O.K.?S: Hummum, I’m fine.M: What’s the matter?S: Nothing.M: Are you worried about the promotion?S: No, not really.M: Then what? Moving in together?S: No. I don’t know. It’s a lot of things. I just don’t want the bubble to burst. It seems like whenever anything good in my life happens, I’m just afraid that I’m going to lose it.M: I love you. I really love you.S: Ditto.S: Oh Jesus, another one.M: Ohh, don’t watch that.S: I should cancel my L.A.trip, these things happen in threes.M: Sam, get to sleep, besides you lead a charmed life.S: Oh yes, so did they. Amazing, just like that, black out.Song: Oh my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch along lonely times.And time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much. Are you still mine……S: What are you doing?M: Couldn’t sleeping.S: I must have passed out. What time is it?M: 2:00 a.m.S: Oh, no. I hope this wasn’t your masterpiece.M: Sam, not now.S: Can I help?M: Yeah, put your hand there, and just let the clay slid between your fingers.(Song goes on.)I need your love I need your love, speed your love to me. Lonely river flows to the sea, to the sea, to the open arms of the sea. Lonely river side, wait for me, wait for me, I’ll be coming home, wait for me. Oh, my love, my darling, I’ve hungered, hungered for your touch along lonelytimes, And time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much. Are you still mine? I hungered for your love, I need your love, I need your love, feed your love to me.C: What’s the matter?S: Hey Carl. A glitch, what’s up?C: The, hum, Mark Greenbery and Larry War nekin account Mac code isn’t working.S: I changed it.C: You changed it? Why?S: Nothing, I just wanted to nose around a bit.C: Is something wrong?S: Can you keep a secret?C: Yeah, sure. What’s up?S: There is too much money in this account.C: Too muc h money? That’s impossible. How could it be?C: Sam, this is going to take you hours. Let me do this.S: It already has taken me hours.C: Well, let me take it back and figure it out for you.S: No, no, it’s O.K. It’s like a vendetta now. Thanks, though, I appreciated it.C: O.K., your steps go blind, just shout.S: O.K., adieus.C: Listen, hum, I was wondering, what are you and Molly doing tonight?S: We are going to the theater. She wants to see Macbeth. I thinks she likes the guys in tights personally. You want go?C: No thanks. I want a full report though.S: Later.C: Yep.S: Well, I loved it. I was speltbound the whole time.M: I could tell. So could the rest of the audience with that resonating snore of yours.S: Did I tell you what Moses said?S: Yeah, about six times.M: It wasn’t six times, Sam. Quit being so blasé about this.S: O.K. Sorry.M: It’s really important. I’m going to have two pieces in the gallery. The New York Times will beat the opening.S: Molly, the New York Times is just some frustrated little critic with pimples on his ass who flunked out of art school. So who cares what they think?M: Well, eight million readers love it.S: Nah. They just read the sports page. Your work is very beautiful. It really is. And it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks, just what I think.M: I want to marry you, Sam.S: What? What?M: Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I think we should just do it.S: Are you serious?M: Yeah. What’s that look for?S: You never wanted to talk about it.M: Do you love me, Sam?S: Now, what do you think?M: Why don’t you ever say it?S: What do you mean, why don’t I ever say it? I say it all the time, I feel it.M: No you don’t. You say ditto, and that’s not the same.S: People say I love you all the time, it doesn’t mean anything.M: Sometimes, you need to hear it. I need to hear it.M: Let’s go.M: What should we do?S: Let me handle it. What do you want?Willy: Your wallet, give it.M: Sam, just give it to him.S: O.K. Just take the money. Just leave us……M: Sam.S: You son of a bitch.M: Sam! Somebody help us! Somebody, somebody help us. Sam, give it, just give it. Sam.S: Molly.M: Baby hold on. You’re going to be OK. Somebody? Somebody help us. Oh, my God. Somebody help me. Please any body!Strangers: Take it easy, all right? We’ll help you OK?M: What should we do?S: What’s happening?M: Is he breathing? I don’t know if he is breathing. Don’t die, Sam. Hold on. Oh, my God. Come, man. All right here we go. Sam don’t’ y ou leave me. Jesus.Police: Miss Jesus, if you’ll just step this way, please.Ghost: So, what happened to you?S: What?G: You’re new, huh? I could tell.S: Are you talking to me?G: Relax. It ain’t like before. It’s whole new ball of wax.S: Who are you?G: I’m waiting for my wife. She is in the cardiac wing. She is fighting it. Shot, huh? That’ll do it every time, poor bastard. You may as well get used to it. You could be here for a long while. Come here, I’ll tell you a secret. Doors ain’t so bad. Zip za p---they ain’t nothing, you’ll see. You’ll catch on. This patient’s fibrillating. Let’s move it.Dr: Give me the paddles.G: He ain’t going to make it. I’ve seen it a million times. He’s a goner.Dr: He’s still fibrillating. Clear.G: You see? Here they come. Lucky bastard. It could have been the other ones. You never know. S: Who are…No! God help me! Help me.Priest: I’ve sunk in an abysmal swamp, for there’s no foothold. I’ve reached the watery depths, the flood overwhelms me. I am weary with calling. As we say farewell to our friend Sam Wheat, we are reminded of his kindness, his generosity, his buoyancy of spirit. All that we treasured, our loved ones, our friends, our body, our mind, are but on loan to us. We must surrender them all. We are all travelers on the same road which leads to the same end. As our loved ones enter eternal life, let us remember that love too is eternal, that although we will miss him, our love will light the void and dispel the darkness.M: I picked up your shirts today. I d on’t know why. Mr. Reynolds told me to tell you hello. I broke into tears. It’s like I think about you every minute. It’s like I can still feel you.S: I’m here, Molly.M: Iloyd, what’s the matter, kitty? Crazy cat. Sam? That’s really stupid.M: I love this picture.C: It’s great. Office.M: Let me see that.C: It’s um…M: Sam’s address book.C: Right. Dave Brubeck, New Port 88. should I toss them?M: No.S: No? Molly, we hated that concert.M: Hey.C: You wanted to save those?S: Rolaids. Molly, what are you doing?M: I just miss him, Carl.C: Me, too.M: Carl!C: Yeah?M: Wait a minute. Wait.C: What?M: Not that one.C: Which? Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put that on there.M: That’s OK.C: Hey, Molly, why don’t’ you come? It’s like summer outside.M: No, I’m really not up for it.C: Come on. Just for a walk.M: I don’t want toC: Moll. You cant’ stay in all day. It’s not healthy for you.M: Look, Carl. I can’t do it.C: Molly, you’re not the one who died.M: I’m sorry.C: Don’t apologize.M: Shit. Maybe you’re right. Maybe just a short one.C: That a girl.M: I’m sorry.C: Don’t worry about it.S: Molly. What are you here doing? You bastard. You son of a bitch! What do you want? Molly! Molly!, get out! My God. NO, Molly! Look, no, no, please. He’s got a gun.M: Hi, kitty.S: You hurt her…Willy: Shit!M: Is somebody there? Hello?S: Oh, my God! Let go! What are you doing?Ghost: Like train? Stay out! This is mine.Willy: Shit, it’s me. I couldn’t get it. She came home. Give me a couple of days, man. I’ll get back. Relax. I’ll get it.S: Get what? Who are you? What do you want from us? No. You stay away from here. Do you here me? Stay away from here.Kids: Teddy bear, teddy bear, turn around. Touch the ground.Sister: Rosa Santiago? Please be seated. Our sister will be with us soon. Sister Oda Mae, grant us the gift of your all seeing presence. Appear before us now.Oda Mae (a witch): Mrs. Santiago?Santiago Buenos dios.O: I’m Oda Mae Brown. I understand you wish to contact your husband. I believe he’ll be with us today.Santiago: Thank you.O: But you know Mrs. Santiago there’s no telling about that other world. So you’ve got to be a believer, Mrs. Santiago. Are you a believer?Santiago: Si,Si, I believe.O: Then let us begin. I can’t. It’s too difficult. I just can’t make contact. I don’t feel his vi. No, wait. I’m feeling something. Did he know someone by the name of Anna? Consuelo? Lucita? Julietta? Josefina? Linda? Maria?Santiago: His mama! She is Maria!O: Yes! Praise God. I know he was with his mama.Santiago: Oh, my God.O: It’s too difficult. It’s two of them. I’m not sure. I can’t do that. It’s so trying.Santiago: Oh, I pay more. How much?O: $20.S: Way to go. Milk her for every penny.O: Huh, yes. I…I believe we can start again. Praise the Lord. Thank you. Jesus. Welcome, Mrs. Santiago. You’re fortunate today. The spirits are churning.Santiago: My husband?Sister: Have mercy!S: Oh, yeah, where?Santiago: Julio?O: Yes! I feel his vibration. I see him.Santiago: How is he? How does he look?O: Oh, he’s a handsome man.Santiago: Handsome?O: Mrs. Santiago, in our father’s kingdom we are all handsome.Santiago: Oh, Julio.O: Julio’s coming towards us. I see him! He’s coming. He’s here. He’s dressed in a black suit. Santiago: Black suit?O: It could be blue.Santiago: What a crock of shit!O: Who is that？ Julio? Where are you? Julio? Did you hear it? Damn! Where are you? Julio? Who are you? Whoa! Yon can hear me? Damn! Where are you? Julio? How are you? You can hear me? Don’t you h ear him?S: I don’t believe this. Hey, you. My name is Sam Wheat. Can you hear me? Sam Wheat. Say my name.O: Leave me alone!S: Say it. Sam Wheat.Sister: Talk to me. Oda Mae say something!O: Sam Wheat!S: Jesus.Sisters: Sam Wheat!O: I swear, no more cheating. I promise. I’ll do anything. I’ll do penance. But make that guy go away.S: No way.Sister: It’s O.K! All right, sister.O: Thank you.Sister: Yeah, you’re all right.O: My mother had it, and my mother’s mother had it. They both had the gift an d they always said I had it, but I never did. I never had it. They told me what it was like, they told me all about it, but now that I’ve got it, I don’t think I want it. Do me a favor, just go away, find somebody else.S: Somebody else, you are out of your mind.O: I’m getting there fast.O’s sister A: I think she hit her head harder than we think.O’s sister B: She was talking to nobody that wasn’t there before she even hit her head.Sister A: Well, I know she is, but you know just why she can do that?O: Where exactly are you?S: I am standing right beside you.O: You are standing beside me?The sisters: Oh, honey, we are right here.O: Are you white?S: What?Sister A: White? You’re white, aren’t you?Sister B: You know what I think?Sister A: Yes, I am going to call the doctor right now.O: I know it, a white guy. Why me?S: Listen, damn it, you are going to help me. There’s a woman, her name is Molly Jansen, and she’s in terrible danger. The man who killed me broke into our apartment and he’s going to g o back, so you’ve got to warn her.O: What makes you think she’s going to listen to me?S: It’s just a phone call. Look, your are all I’ve got, now I’m not leaving until you help me. I don’t care how long it takes, coz I can talk forever.M: Hello?O: Uh, hi. Is this Molly Jensen?M: Yes.O: My name’s Oda Mae Brown. I’m a spiritual reader and advisor. A friend of yours gave me a message for you. I know this sounds crazy, but it’s not. You got to believe me. Just don’t be afraid.M: Who is this?O: I got a message from Sam.M: What?O: Sam Wheat. He asked me to call. I told you.S: So go there.O: Forget it. I’m not going anywhere.S: I don’t care what you do. Second verse, same as the first. I’m en-er-y the eighth I am. En-er-y the eighth. I am, I am. I got married to the widow next door she’s been married seven times before. And ev’ry one was an En-er-y. en-er-y wouldn’t have a willy or a Sam. No sir. I’m her eighth old man. I’m En-er-y. En-er-y the eighth I am, I am.O: All right! Stop singing! I’ll go anywhere you want to, just don’t sing anymore. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. What am I doing downtown here. I never come downtown. I hate downtown. She probably not even there. Where are you? Oh, woof. Which building is it? S: Uh, push 3.O: See, nobody’s there.S: She is there, just wait. Wait.O: No. I came down here, I did everything I said I was going to do, I pressed the button, she’snot there, I’m gone, good-bye.S: Just wait. One minute.O: I’m sorry.S: (sings) Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer, take one down and you have ninety-eight……O: Oh, alright, don’t sing, alright, alright.M: Hello?S: Molly, I …….O: Shh, she can’t hear you. Hi, I’m, I’m Oda Mae, you know I called you last nigh t about your friend Sam Wheat.O: I told you. Hey, Molly, Molly, Jesus! I know you are up there, I know you hear me. I am down here. Sam wants to talk to you and this is for real. Hey, you remember Saltfish on Montego Bay? How would I know that if he wasn’t here? Hey, Molly, I know about that green underwear that you wrote your name on? (to Sam) I’ll never get over that, I’ll tell you that. I know about the picture in Reno. Hey, Molly!S: Remind her about the sweater she made in the closet that’s too big.O: He just asked me to remind you of the sweater that’s in the closet that you knitted that’s too big. Four sizes. Hey, you hear me talking to you?Man: I hear you.O: Shut up. Nobody’s talking to you.Man: Did you ever hear of a phone?O: What to kiss my b utt. I’m not staying down here all day.Man: Thank God.O: Aw, man. Shut up. Molly I’m going to count to 3. And I’m out of here. 1, 2, 3.S: No, Oda Mae. Wait.O: No.S: It’s Molly.O: Molly? I’m Oda Mae Brown. I don’t know you or Sam. But let me tell you what he did. He kept me up all night. Singing <I’m Henry. The eighth I am. > That’s how he got me to go out with him.M: Look. I’m sorry. I just—I just don’t believe in this life after death stuff.S: Well, tell her she is wrong.O: He says you’re wrong.M: You’re talking to him right now?O: He just asked me to tell you that you’re wrong.M: So where is he?O: I can’t see him. I can only hear him.M: So where is he?O: I can’t see him. I can only hear him.S: I’m right here.O: That doesn’t help Sam.S: I’m holding her hand.O: He says he’s holding your hand.M: What are you doing? What do you think you’re doing to me?O: If you think I’m here for my health, you’re crazy.M: Sam’s dead, OK? He’s dead.S: Tell her I love her.O: He says he loves you.M: Sam would never say that.S: Ditto, tell her ditto.O: What he hell is ditto? Ditto.O: Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t know how I am doing this. Confidentially, nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I mean nothing. Now, I can’t turn it off. Is this Sam? Is this you?S and M (together): Yeah.O: You look cute. White, but cute.M: What I don’t understand is why did he come back.S: I don’t know.M: Why is he still here?O: He is stuck, that’s what it is. He’s in between worlds. You know it ha ppens sometimes that, that spirits et yanked out so quick, that the essence still feels like it has work to do here.S: Would you stop rambling?O: You think I’m rambling? I’m answering questions. (to Molly) He’s got an attitude now.S: I don’t have an att itude.O: Yes, you do have an attitude. We are having a little discussion. If you didn’t have an attitude, you would not have raise your voice to me now, would you.S: Oh, God damn it.O: Don’t you God damn me. Don’t you take Lord’s name in vain with me, y ou understand? I don’t take that…S: Would you relax?O: No, you relax. You are the dead guy. You want me to help, you better apologize, coz I don’t take that from…S: Ah, Jesus…O: That’s it, I’m leaving.S: I, I……O: I’m leaving. Nobody talks to me like that, you understand me. Now, you better apologize. S: I’m sorry, I apologize, O.K.? Now, will you sit down? Please?O: (to Molly) He’s apologized.S: I need you tell Molly what I am saying, but you have to tell her word for word, all right? Word for word.O: Yes. He wants me to tell you what he’s saying word for word.S: Molly, you are in danger.O: You can’t just blurt it out like that. And quit moving around, will you, coz you are starting to make dizzy. I’ll just tell her in my own way. Molly, you are i n danger, girl.M: What are you talking about?S: I know the man who killed me.O: He knows the man who killed him.S: His name is Willy Lopez, and I know where he lives.O: His name is Willy Lopez, he’s Puerto Rican, and he knows where he lives.S: Write it down.O: He wants you write it down.S: Write it down.O: I am not damn secretary.S: Just do it.O: He’s so testy. What is it you want me to write?S: 303 Prospect Place, Apartment 4D.O: 303 Prospect Place?S: Yeah.O: That’s my neighborhood.S: Molly, he’s got my wallet, he’s got my keys, and he was in here.O: He’s got his wallet, and his keys, and he was in here.S: Yesterday, when you came back from your walk with Carl, you went up the stairs, you talked to Floyd (a cat), you went in took off your clothes…O: Alright, alright, alright. When you came in yesterday from your walk with Carl, he was here. You took your clothes off, he saw everything.S: Molly, you’ve got to go to Police. It was a set-up, I was murdered.O: He wants you to go to the Police. He said it was a set-up, he was murdered.S: There’s somebody else involved, I don’t know who.O: Look, forget it, I don’t want no more to do with this.M: Wait.S: Where are you going?O: What do you mean, where am I going? I’m leaving. I did everythin g I said I was going to do, and don’t be following me coz I am finished and I mean it. Have a nice life, have a nice death, good-bye.C: Molly, there’s no one on earth besides you. Who wants this to be true more than me? But you got to be rational about this. Sam is no more in this room than. Look…I understand the need to hang on to him. I really do, but this is absurd.M: I know this seems absurd, but it had to be real.C: You believed some fortune-teller from Brooklyn who shows up at your door?M: I watched her have a conversation with him.C: I don’t buy it. Moll, not for a minute.M: What about the things she knew.C: What things?M: The photo Sam took of me on our trip to Reno, Carl, we were alone. And the green underwear that I wrote my name in. she said Sam knew who killed him. Yeah, that he was set up.C: This is getting deranged. We’re off the deep end.M: She had a name and an address. Willy Lopez. 303 Prospect place apartment 4-D.C: This is sick.S: Oh, CarlC: This is really sick. Oh, God. Moll y, I don’t understand how you could—you could swallow this crap. I mean…this guy may not even exist. Maybe she’s just trying to use you, to set someone up.M: You’re right. You’re absolutely right. That’s what I got to find out.C: What do you mean find out?M: She said Sam wants me to go to the police.C: Sam wants you to go to the police. Jesus. Moll, are you out of your mind? What are you goingto tell the police? That some storefront psychic has been communing with the dead? Do you know what that sounds like. You’re talking ghosts here for Christ’s sake. I’m sorry. This stuff just really gets to me. You know? It’s OK if you don’t believe me. I’m trying to, Molly. Look…if it still make you feel an better. I’ll go check this out, OK? I want you to try out get some sleep, OK?M: All right.C: I’ll call you in the morning.M: OK.C: Be careful.M: Carl.W: What the hell are you doing here?C: Who have you been talking to, Willy?W: Talking to, the hell you mean?C: Some woman knows all about you. Everyth ing. Where’s she getting it from, huh?W: Haven’t said a word to anybody.C: She knows your name, God damn it. She knows where you live.W: A lot of women know where I live.C: This is not a joke. She knows about the murder. I want you to find this bitch, whoever she is, and I want you to…to just get rid of her, O.K.? I’ve got 4 million dollars stuck in a God damn computer. If that money isn’t transferred soon, I’m dead, we are both dead.W: Why don’t you just tell them that you only launder money on the fi rst of the month?C: What the hell is wrong with you, huh? Is everything a joke? You killed a man, you are suppose to steal his wallet, was that a joke?W: Man, I did you a favor, man. That was a freebie.C: Look, these are drug deals, O.K.? Just don’t blo w this for me, Willy. I lose my job, I go to jail.80 thousand dollars, that money is mine. Look, just give me the keys to Sam’s apartment, I’ll get the address book myself, O.K.?M: Look, I don’t even believe in this stuff myself. But she was real. You think I’d come down here if it wasn’t real? You know you told me if I had any new information that I should come, so here I am. I know how this sounds. I hear myself saying it. And I want to cringe. But this woman know things she couldn’t have known. Thin gs Sam only said to me.Female policewoman: OK, according to this psychic lady, there are ghosts and spirits all over the place, watching us all the time? Hell, I’m never going to get undressed again. Excuse me. I got more important thing to do.M: The gu y’s name is Willy Lopez. All I’m asking you to do is check it out.Policeman: OK. Wait here. Let me see if the guy’s got a record all right?M: Great. What are you doing? Where’s the file on Willy Lopez?Policeman: There is no file on Willy Lopez. He was probably some old boyfriend. She was trying to get even with. This psychic woman’s got a record that goes back a long way. 1967, Shreveport, forgery. Selling false ID, serve one year. 1971, Baton Rouge arrested for fraud. Numbers racketeering, served 10 months, 1974.M: Look, this is impossible.Policeman: It goes on and on.M: She knew things, private things. Now how could she have known all that?Policeman: A lot of times, they read the obits. She just had to see the word “banker”…boom. Hell, they even go through your…garbage to find things they can use…letters, old papers. It doesn’t take much.M: No. it was real. She knew about a…a sweater I knitted. And songs we sang. Our trip to Montego Bay.Policeman: I’m sorry. I know this is hard. People want so much to believe. They are grieving, they’re vulnerable and they will give anything for one last moment. Believe me. These people know what they’re doing. I know how you must feel. But you know you can press charges.M: No. Thank you.C: Oh, God. Let this be it. Yes.S: You God damn murderer. Why? I thought you were my friend. I had a life, God damn you. I had a life.Eddy: Hello?C: Eddy?E: Yea.C: It’s Carl Bruner.E: What’s up?C: I’m fine. Yep, everything is fine, we are all set.E: Oh good.C: Just let me know what you want me to do.E: O.K., I want you to transfer the money from the twelve separate accounts into a single account under the name Rita Miller.C: O.K.E: Tomorrow, at five minutes before closing, at 3:55 p.m., transfer the full account to First Island Bank of Nassau, registry number 486: 9580. Call us when it’s done.C: O.K. I’ve got it. Hum, just tell Mr. Balistrait that there won’t be any problems, O.K.?E: yeah, I’ll do that.C: Thank you.E: Good work, Carl.S: Molly, why can’t you hear me? I need you.M: Who is it?C: It’s Carl, Molly.S: No, don’t open it, Molly. He’s a murderer.C: I know it’s late. I’m sorry to disturb you. I just keeping thinking about you all the day. And I feel really lousy about what happened last night. Thi s supernatural thing just…M: Don’t worry about it. It’s OK.C: No, it’s not. You need me to hear you, and I don’t. I wasn’t there for you and that was…that was wrong. It’s just…I just…I want you to know that I’m your friend.M: Thanks, Carl.S: You were never our friend.。