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Episode Name: Four Dreams (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)
Episode Number: 039 (3.01)
MED-039 Summary | All Episodes
This two-hour episode was so gigantic I had to break the liveblog into three posts so you wouldn’t read yourself into a stupor trying to get through a giant 4,000 word post all in one sitting. You’re welcome.
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It’s rude to pay a woman for her attention and then not give her any.
Excellent opening sequence! I recapped it in an earlier post so please read it there to experience the magic.
How adorable is Bridgette with her sore throat? Ooh, tickle attack from Joe. (Where do I sign up for one of those?)
Bridgette tells Allison she wants to stay home so she can go back to bed and have the dream again. Well, at least someone has good dreams around here.
Devalos calls to ask Allison if he can pick her up to go to a crime scene. In the car, he guzzles bottled water. Allison asks about it, but he brushes it off as “the heat.”
They have Devalos doing something other than litigate, be stern, or patiently explain something and we’re not supposed to wonder about it? Riiiight.
At the crime scene, reporters are yammering into the cameras about “a Manson-style killing spree.” Yikes! This is not going to be pretty.
Where is the mayor? Ha! He is on a “fact-finding mission” …in Las Vegas, mayor’s liaison DiNovi adds as an aside to Devalos, “where all the best facts are found.” (You remember DiNovi, the woman that was just in bed with Scanlon in the opening sequence.)
Crime scene tour: Ick. The wife is dead in a tub filled with bloody water. The husband is dead on the couch, shot in the back. Allison sees it replay and cannot bring herself to go in to the kids’ bedroom to see that, too. And a dog? Oh that’s just mean. Scanlon mentions robbery but Devalos doubts it because there is an Armand Vartanian painting worth three quarters of a million dollars on the shelf above the fireplace.
Allison arrives home to find a grungy man sitting on her front porch, asleep with his back against the front door. Allison thinks he is a vagrant and calls the police on her cell phone but then finds out it is Clay Bicks. Someone she remembers fondly, apparently.
He says she looks different. She says high school was a long time ago.
Clay: You got kids now, huh. Why’d you go do that without me? Why, just cuz you ain’t seen me in seventeen, eighteen years? Bet you’re married now. Happy. Well adjusted. Bet you never get stinking drunk. Bet you bathe every day. … You…Miss Roland…voted most likely to stay in someone’s head loooong after they’ve let em go, when maybe they shouldn’t ‘a. You’re my favorite regret.
Good god! I can’t believe I have never seen this guy before? Where has he been all my life?! (Note to self: Google Thomas Jane)
Oh no. When Allison asks where he came from, he says Indonesia. Where her dream came from. The dream with the guy on the motorbike who got his head cut off. Noooooooooo.
She asks Clay if he remembers getting on the plane in Indonesia. Nope. Getting off in Phoenix? Nope. He looks a bit uncertain at this point.
Allison looks sad and her eyes are all shiny like she’s starting to well up. She tells him to come in the house for coffee and turns away for just a split second, but he is gone when she turns back. Vanished.
Oh yeah, he’s the guy. Definitely dead.
Inside as Ariel helps with dinner in the kitchen, Allison looks up Clay Bicks on the Internet. She finds an article in the Jakarta Times, “American Photojournalist Dies in Motorcycle Mishap” and starts crying. Meanwhile Bridgette yaks to Ariel in the background about how she is going to bed right after dinner because she had the funniest dream last night about The Monkeyheads and she can’t wait to dream about them again.
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Devalos arrives home late from work. His wife (Roxanne Hart) waits at the dinner table, looking decidedly worried. She tells him to cancel his morning because she made a doctor appointment for him at 10:30. He says he is a grown man and can make his own doctor appointments, thank you very much.
Wife: There is something wrong, Manuel. I’m worried you’re falling apart inside. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and you’re laying there and…and I think you’re dead. I can’t hear you breath. You’re covered in sweat and you’re white as a ghost.
Devalos says he sweats because it’s Phoenix and it’s hot. He says he will make his own appointment tomorrow and, when the time comes, he will drive himself.
His wife leaves the table, looking resigned but saying nothing. Devalos puts his fork down and sits back looking thoughtful.
What is he not telling us?
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On the front porch, Joe questions Allison about how Clay knew where she lived, knew she would be home, what he wanted. All she has to say to each question is, “I have no idea.”
Joe: I think maybe I’m a little jealous.
Allison: He’s dead, Joe.
Joe: You know, in some ways that could give him an unfair advantage.
Allison doesn’t think he knows he’s dead and maybe that’s why he’s here, so she can tell him. Joe thinks they have a pretty good orientation system in place for the newly dead.
Allison: I believe these things happen to me for a reason. The challenge is to have the patience to wait for the reason to reveal itself.
Profundity! Good word, Joe.
Allison teases Joe about being jealous, adding that Clay was pretty wild back in high school.
Joe: Well he’s not wild now.
Allison looks at him in shock and pain, and he apologizes. She says she has had her fill of death for today.
Yeah, I guess she did a bit more today than she usually does.
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Deputy Mayor DiNovi does a press conference. (Ooh, that sounds like the name of a porn flick. Sadly, not as exciting.) She announces there have been several home invasions in Phoenix but tells people it is a safe city. Then add to make sure you take precautions, lock up, and check on your neighbors and loved ones. Sure it’s a safe city, DiNovi.
When asked about the mayor, she says he fell ill prior to boarding the plane back to Phoenix this morning. Fell ill, my ass!
Scanlon has been watching the press conference on TV and she calls him right afterwards. He tells her how great she was and to come over no matter what time it is when she is done for the day. He hangs up and almost places a key on the night stand but then puts it back in his pocket instead.
What’s with the key?
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Allison and Joe lie in bed and Allison is upset about the randomness of the massacre she saw today. Would the husband have ever imagined dying while he was lying on his belly reading the paper? Was the wife singing in the shower? She asks Joe to double check that the house is locked up tight.
Allison dreams of a woman driving a car with her son asleep in a car seat in the back. A big SUV comes up alongside of them and runs them off the road. This is one of the clips I saw the other day on my set visit! It is so cool how the camera stays with the boy as the car rolls so everything seems to be swirling around him when really it is the car that is tumbling.
Uh oh. Mom is knocked out or dead, the car is upside down underwater, and the boy watches in horror as the windshield cracks then breaks and water rushes in to engulf him as he yells for his mom.
Allison wakes up choking like the boy must’ve done then Bridgette shows up at her door saying she had a bad dream.
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Joe reads about the deadly home invasions at the breakfast table as Ariel and Bridgette argue about the Monkeyheads. Bridgette says they are scary and now she hates them? Hm…I wonder what she dreamed about last night.
Joe: So that’s what you were doing our bed this morning.
Joe asks Allison if she had any visits from old boyfriends in her dreams last night. She says no, but describes the dream about the boy.
Allison: …that took place I don’t know where, I don’t know when, involving I don’t who.
Joe: Isn’t that what you said about your Indonesia nightmare before you realized who and what it was really about?
Allison: Well that’s what has me so worried.
Continue reading at Part 2
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