- Oh, this is great! - Wow!
Oh, that's incredible. There's got to be seven or eight feet up there.
- And eighty years of dust. - Oh, look at all this height.
We could put our bedroom upstairs, and get all this space.
- For what? - Just space.
One!
Two!
Three!
- And four? - Come on.
And five?
- Watch, watch! - God, this place is huge.
- It's beautiful. - God!
- You guys, it's absolutely incredible. - incredible.
- A little paint. - Sell it tomorrow, double your money.
Carl, you're obsessed.
A little bit.
Wow, look!
Hey, it's an Indian Head penny.
1898.
It’s a good omen.
You're the good omen.
Oh, it's so great!
l had Rose move your 3 o'clock with Bob Kahan to 4 o'clock.
Gary Alan called. He has to see you about the painting bids for the loft.
3 o'clock is the only time he can make it. Is that OK?
Sam?
- I’m sorry. - Relax, man.
You're not having brain surgery.
Pitching these Japanese guys makes me so nervous.
Sam, you're going to be great. OK?
What am l supposed to say? l can't really tell them my Swedish girl joke.
Great. Where did you get those?
Molly. What do you think? Are they me?
- Oh, man. Look at that, a Testarossa. - Wow...
- Ouch! - Pay off your Mustang first.
How are you? What did the doctor say?
He said that it was contagious. That it was really...
- No? - Yeah.
l shouldn't even be coming in today.
What about the rash?
The rash?
The rash is also incredibly contagious.
- He said they've both been spreading. - No?
On your genitals again?
Yeah, yeah, right on the genitals.
Basically everywhere. He said that l shouldn't touch anyone.
Excuse me, I’m sorry.
- You're sick! - l know.
- Morning, Paul. - Morning, Carl.
Save it, Paul.
- Morning, Mr. Wheat. - Susie. You're looking good.
- Sam. - Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Here it is. - Thanks.
- Morning, Sam. - Morning, Rose.
- Listen, the Kobiashi people... - They're already here.
- They're early! - l know.
- Come here! - Andy Dillon called...
- How long have they been here? - Ten minutes.
Andy Dillon called. He needs $900,000 transferred to Albany by ten.
- By ten? - Yes.
- Carl? - Yeah.
Carl...
Dillon needs 900,000 in Albany by ten. Can you transfer it to his account?
- Yes, but l need your MAC code. - OK.
- Discretion, right? - Got it.
- You bet. I’ll do it right now. - Thanks.
Bill, I’ll call you back.
OK, that's fine.
That's fine.
This is too far out.
Can you get this, man?
Are you guys from the New York City Ballet?
Almost...
- Saved your life! - You shit.
Why do you scare me to death?
It’s better than seeing this gorgeous body splattered all over the place.
Look out!
- Grab it! - Sam, Moll! Are you guy’s home?
- Did you invite Carl? - Slave labor.
- Carl! - Hurry, help!
- Oh, my God. - Grab the bottom.
- Now, go there. - Here?
- Right here? - Watch your toes.
- Where do you want this? - In the bedroom.
- God, this place looks great! - You like it, huh?
Like is hardly the word. l had no idea it would be this beautiful. It’s incredible.
- What about her? - Leave her until the other stuff is here.
- What are these? - Oh, let me show you.
Will you help me lift this up?
- Just finished it. What do you think? - l love it.
Sam, what's this chair doing here?
- l love that chair. - l know, but we discussed this.
I’ve had it forever.
- When l watch TV, l sit in it. - This chair is ugly.
- And it doesn't go with anything. - It goes with me.
You're right, it does.
- We'll paint it. - We'll what?
Are you OK?
I’m fine.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Are you worried about the promotion?
No, not really.
Then what - moving in together?
No.
l don't know. It’s a lot of things.
l just don't want the bubble to burst.
It seems like...
..whenever anything good in my life happens, I’m afraid I’m going to lose it.
l love you.
l really love you.
Ditto.
The pilot's first report of trouble was he blew the number two engine...
Oh, Jesus. Another one?
Don't watch that.
l should cancel my LA trip. These things always happen in threes.
Sam, get serious!
- Besides, you lead a charmed life. - Yeah, so did they.
It’s amazing. Just like that...
Blackout.
What are you doing?
l couldn't sleep.
Boy...
l really must have passed out.
- What time is it? - It’s 2 am.
Oh, no!
l hope it wasn't a masterpiece.
Well, it's not now.
- Can l help? - Yeah.
Put your hands here... Now get them wet.
Let the clay slide between your fingers.
Oh, no.
- What's the matter? - A glitch. What's up?
The Greenberg and White accounts, l can't get in. The macro doesn't work.
- l changed it. - Why?
- l just want to nose around a bit. - Is something wrong?
Can you keep a secret?
Yeah, sure. What's up?
There's too much money in these accounts.
That's impossible.
Sam, this is going to take you hours. Let me do this.
- It already has taken me hours. - Let me figure it out for you.
No, it's OK. It’s like a vendetta now.
Thanks, though, l appreciate it.
- lf you start to go blind, give a shout. - OK. AdiÓs.
Listen, what are you and Moll doing tonight?
We're going to the theatre. She wants to see Macbeth.
l think she likes the guys in tights.
- You want to go? - No. l want a full report, though.
- Later. - Yeah.
Well, l loved it. l was spellbound the whole time.
l could tell, and so could the rest of the audience, with that snore of yours.
- Did l tell you what Marcia said? - About six times.
It wasn't six times. Quit being so blasé about this.
This was really important. I’m going to have two pieces in her gallery.
The New York Times reviews her gallery all the time.
The New York Times is a frustrated critic with pimples on his ass
who flunked art school. Who cares what they think?.
About 8 million readers, that's who.
No, they're just reading the sports page.
Your work is really beautiful. It really is.
It shouldn't matter what anyone else thinks, just what l think.
- l want to marry you, Sam. - What?
- Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it.
I’ve been thinking about it a lot.
l think we should just do it.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
What's that look for?.
You never wanted to talk about it.
- Do you love me, Sam? - What do you think?.
- Why don't you ever say it? - What do you mean?
- l say it all the time. - You say ''ditto.'' That's not the same.
People say ''l love you'' all the time, and it doesn't mean anything.
Sometimes you need to hear it.
l need to hear it.
Let's go!
- What should we do? - Let me handle it.
- What do you want? - Your wallet!
Sam, just give it to him.
Just take the money. Just leave...
No! Sam!
You son of a bitch!
Somebody help us!
Somebody! Somebody help us!
Stop it, Sam!
Molly?.
Molly! You got...?
Oh, baby, hold on. You're going to be OK.
Somebody?. Somebody!
Somebody help us!
Oh, my God! Oh, Sam, come on. Come on, baby.
You're going to be OK.
Somebody?. Somebody help me!
Please, anybody!
OK, lady, take it easy.
We'll help you.
Molly?. Molly?.
Molly!
What shall we do?
What's happening? What's...
Is he breathing?
Oh, goddamn, hold on.
Here we go.
Sam, don't you leave me! Hold on!
lf you would just step this way.
- So, what happened to you? - What?
You're new, huh? l can tell.
- Are you talking to me? - Relax, it ain't like before.
It’s a whole new ball of wax.
- Who are you? - I’m waiting for my wife.
She's in the cardiac wing. She's fighting it.
Shot? That'll do it every time.
Poor bastard.
You may as well get used to it - you could be here for a long while.
I’ll tell you a secret. Doors ain't as bad as you think.
Zip-zap - ain't nothing at all. You'll see. You'll catch on.
He ain't going to make it. I’ve seen it a million times - he's a goner.
You see? Here they come.
Lucky bastard! It could have been the other ones.
You never know.
Who are they?.
No!
God help me!
Help me!
''l am sunk in the abysmal swamp where there is no foothold.
''l have reached the watery depths. The flood overwhelms me.
''l am wearied 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 treasure,
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 one enters 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.
l picked up your shirts today.
l don't know why.
Mr. Reynolds told me to tell you ''hello.''
l broke into tears.
It’s like l think about you every minute.
It’s like l can still feel you.
I’m here, Moll.
What's the matter, kitty?.
What's the matter?.
Crazy cat.
Sam?
It’s really stupid.
l love this picture.
It’s great. Office.
Let me see that!
Sam's address book.
- Dave Brubeck, should l toss them? - No.
No? Molly, we hated that concert.
You wanted to save those?
Rolaids? Molly, what are you doing?
l just miss him, Carl.
Me, too.
Carl? Wait a minute.
Not that one.
I’m sorry. l didn't mean to put that on there.
Hey, Moll. Why don't you come?
- It’s like summer outside. - No. I’m really not up for it.
- It would be good for you to get out. - l don't want to.
You can't stay in here all day. It’s not healthy.
l can't do it!
You're not the one who died.
- I’m sorry. - Don't apologize.
Shit!
- Maybe you're right. Just a short one. - That a girl!
I’m sorry.
Molly?.
What are you doing here?
You bastard!
You son of a bitch!
What do you want?
Molly?.
Molly, get out!
No, Molly!
No, please?
He's got a gun, Molly!
Hi, kitty.
You hurt her, I’ll...
Shit!
Is somebody there?
Hello?
Let go! What are you doing?
Like trains?
Stay out! This is mine.
Shit!
It’s me. l couldn't get it.
She came home.
Give me a couple of days. I’ll go back.
Relax. I’ll get it.
Get what?
Who are you? What do you want from us?
No. You stay away from her!
Do you hear me?
You stay away from her!
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.
Mrs. Santiago?
- Buenos días. - I’m Oda Mae Brown.
You wish to contact your husband. l believe he'll be with us today.
Thank you.
But you know, Mrs. Santiago,
there's no telling about that other world,
so you've got to be a believer. Are you a believer?.
Sí, l believe, l believe.
Then let us begin.
l can't.
It’s too difficult.
l just can't seem to make contact. No - wait!
I’m feeling something.
Did he know someone by the name of Anna?
Consuelo?
Lucita? Julietta?
Josephina? Linda? Maria?
Sí, sí! His Mama, she is Maria.
Yes! Praise God. l knew he was with his Mama.
Oh, my God...
It’s too difficult. It’s two of them - I’m not sure l can do that.
l pay more! How much?
- How much? - Twenty dollars.
Way to go. Milk her for every penny.
Yes. l believe we can start again.
Praise the Lord! Thank you, Jesus.
Welcome, Mrs. Santiago. You are fortunate, the spirits are churning.
- My husband? - Mercy!
Oh, yeah, where?
- Julio? - Yes.
l feel his vibration.
- l see him. - How is he? How does he look?.
He's a handsome man.
Handsome?
Mrs. Santiago, in our Father's Kingdom, we're all handsome.
Oh, Julio.
Julio is coming towards us. l see him! He's coming.
He's there.
He's dressed in a black suit.
Black suit?
- Could be blue. - What a crock of shit.
Who is that?
Where are you?
Did you hear it?
Where are you?
- Who are you? - Who?
- You can hear me? - Can't you hear him?
l don't believe this. My name is Sam Wheat. Can you hear me?
- Say my name, ''Sam Wheat.'' - Leave me alone!
- Talk to me, Oda Mae. - Sam Wheat.
- Jesus...! - Sam Wheat?
l swear, no more cheating. I’ll do anything, just make that guy go away.
No way.
It’s OK.
- All right, sister?. - Yeah, you're all right.
My mother had it, and her mother. They both had the gift.
They always said l had it, but l never did, l never had it.
They told me all about it, but now that I’ve got it, l don't think l want it.
Just go away. Find somebody else.
- You're out of your mind. - I’m getting there fast.
She hit her head hard.
She was talking to somebody before that.
Sister can do that.
- Where exactly are you? - Standing right beside you.
- You're standing right beside me? - Honey, we're right here!
- Are you white? - What?
- White? - You're white, aren't you?
- You know what? - I’m calling the doctor.
- l knew it, a white guy! Why me? - You're going to help me.
There's a woman who is in terrible danger. The man who killed me
is going back to our apartment. You've got to warn her.
- Why would she listen to me? - It’s just a phone call.
Look...
..you're all I’ve got. I’m not leaving until you help me.
l don't care how long it takes, because l can talk forever.
- Hello. - Hi, is this Molly Jensen?
My name is Oda Mae Brown, I’m a spiritual advisor.
l have a message for you.
It sounds crazy, but it's not. You've got to believe me, don't be afraid.
- Who is this? - I’ve got a message from Sam.
- What? - Sam Wheat asked me to call.
- l told you! - You've got to go there.
I’m not going anywhere.
Second verse, same as the first.
I’m Henry the Eighth, l am Henry the Eighth l am, l am
l got married to the widow next door, she's been married seven times before
Henry the Eighth l am, l am Henry the Eighth l am
Second verse, same as the first
I’m Henry the Eighth, l am Henry the Eighth l am, l am
- l got married to the widow next door. - All right! Stop singing.
I’ll go anywhere you want to, just don't sing any more.
l can't believe I’m doing this. What am l doing here? l hate downtown!
She's probably not even there. Where are you?
Which building is it?
Push 3.
- See, nobody's there. - Just wait.
l did everything l said l would. She's not there. I’m going.
I’m sorry.
All right, don't sing.
- Hello? - Hi... She can't hear you.
l called you last night about your friend, Sam Wheat.
l told you!
Hey, Molly. l know you're up there.
l know you hear me. Sam wants to talk to you.
This is for real!
Remember the starfish at Montego Bay?.
How would l know that?
l know about the underwear you wrote your name on!
l won't forget that.
l know about the picture in Reno.
Hey, Molly!
The sweater she knitted, in the closet, that's too big.
He just told me about the sweater that you knitted that's too big.
Four sizes.
- Do you hear me? - l hear you!
- Nobody's talking to you. - Hear of the phone?
Want to kiss my butt?
- l won't stay here all day. - Thank God!
Oh, shut up!
Molly, I’m going to count to three, and then I’m out of here.
One-two-three.
- No, wait. - No.
It’s Molly.
Molly?.
I’m Oda Mae Brown.
l 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, l am.''
That's how he got me to go out with him.
Look, I’m sorry.
l just don't believe in this life after death stuff.
- Tell her she's wrong. - He says you're wrong.
- You're talking to him right now?. - Yeah.
He asked me to tell you that you're wrong.
- Where is he? - l can't see him, l can only hear him.
- I’m right here. - That doesn't help, Sam.
- I’m holding her hand. - He says he's holding your hand.
What are you doing? What do you think you're doing to me?
lf you think I’m here for my health, you're crazy.
Sam's dead. He's dead.
- Tell her l love her. - He says he loves you.
Sam would never say that.
- Tell her ''ditto.'' - What is ''ditto''?
Ditto!
l don't know how I’m doing this.
Confidentially - nothing like this has ever happened to me before.
Now l can't turn it off.
- Is this him? Is this you? - Yeah.
Cute! White, but cute.
What l don't understand is, why did he come back?.
- l don't know. - Why's he still here?
He's stuck, he's in between worlds.
Sometimes the spirit gets yanked out so quick,
the essence still feels it has work to do.
- Stop rambling. - I’m not, I’m answering a question.
- He's got an attitude. - l don't.
Yes, you do. We're having a little discussion.
lf you didn't, you wouldn't have raised your voice.
- Oh, goddammit... - Don't take the Lord's name in vain.
- Would you relax?. - You're the dead guy.
lf you want me to help, you'd better apologize.
That's it, I’m leaving. Nobody talks to me like that.
- Now, you'd better apologize. - I’m sorry. l apologize. OK?.
Now would you sit down?
- Please? - He's apologized.
l need you to tell Molly what I’m saying,
but you have to tell her word for word, all right?
Yes. He wants me to tell you what he's saying word for word.
- Molly, you're in danger. - You can't blurt it out like that!
Quit moving around - you're making me dizzy. I’ll tell her in my own way.
Molly, you're in danger, girl.
- What are you talking about? - He knows the man who killed him.
His name is Willie Lopez, and l know where he lives.
His name is Willie Lopez, and he knows where he lives.
- Write it down. - l ain't no secretary!
Just do it!
He's so testy!
- What do l write? - It’s 303, Prospect Place, apt. 4D.
303 Prospect Place?
- It’s my neighborhood. - Molly, he's got my wallet,
he's got my key, and he was in here.
- He was in here. - Yesterday, when you came back,
you went upstairs, you talked to Floyd...
When you came back he was here. He saw everything.
Molly, go to the police. It was a set-up. l was murdered.
He says go to the police. It was a set-up, he was murdered.
- Somebody else is involved. - Forget it. l don't want this.
- Where are you going? - I’m leaving.
l did everything l said l would. Don't follow me, because I’m finished.
Have a nice life, have a nice death, goodbye.
There's no one on earth who'd want this to be true more than me.
You've got to be rational about this.
Sam is no more in this room than...
l understand the need to hang on to him, l really do.
- But this is absurd! - It seems absurd, but it had to be real.
How could you believe a fortune-teller from Brooklyn?
- l watched them have a conversation. - l don't buy it, not for a minute.
- What about the things she knew?. - What things?
The photo Sam took of me on our trip to Reno. We were alone.
And the green underwear that l wrote my name in.
She said Sam knew who killed him.
- That he was set up. - This is getting deranged.
- She had a name and an address. - Good, Molly...
Willie Lopez, 303 Prospect Place, apt. 4D.
- This is sick. - Oh, Carl!
Molly, l don't understand how you could...
..swallow this crap.
This guy may not even exist.
Maybe she's using you to set someone up.
You're right. You're absolutely right.
- That's what I’ve got to find out. - How are you going to do that?
She said Sam wants me to go to the police.
Sam wants you to go to the police? Jesus, Moll...!
What are you going to tell them?
That some storefront psychic lady has been communing with the dead?
Do you know how that sounds? You're talking ghosts here!
I’m sorry,
this really gets to me.
- It’s OK if you don't believe me. - I’m trying to, Molly.
Look...
..if it'll make you feel any better, I’ll go check this out.
l want you to try and get some sleep.
OK?.
I’ll call you in the morning. Goodnight.
Be careful!
Carl! What the hell are you doing here?
- Who have you been talking to? - What do you mean?
Some woman knows all about you. Where's she getting it from?
- l haven't said a word to anybody. - She knows your name and address.
- How do women know where l live? - She knows about the murder!
Now, l want you to find this bitch, whoever she is,
and l want you to...
Just get rid of her, OK?.
I’ve got 4 million dollars stuffed in a goddamn computer.
lf l don't get those codes, if that money is not transferred soon...
..I’m... dead. We're both dead.
Tell them you only launder money on the first of the month.
What the hell is wrong with you? Is everything a joke?
You killed a man. You were supposed to steal his wallet.
l did you a favor, man, that was a freebie.
Look, these are drug dealers, OK?.
Just don't blow this for me, Willie. I’d lose my job, go to jail.
$80,000 of that money is mine.
Let me have the keys to Sam's apartment,
I’ll get the address book myself, OK?.
You goddamn bastard! Why?.
You were my friend!
l had a life, goddamn you!
l had a life!
l don't even believe in this stuff myself.
But she was real.
Do you think I’d come here if it wasn't real?
You told me if l had any new information, that l should come.
So, here l am.
l know how this sounds. l hear myself saying it, and l want to cringe.
But she knew things she couldn't have known. Things Sam only said to me.
According to this psychic lady,
there are ghosts and spirits all over the place?
Watching us all the time?
I’m never going to get undressed again.
Excuse me. I’ve got more important things to do.
The guy's name is Willie Lopez. All I’m asking is for you to check it out.
OK. You wait here and let me see if the guy's got a record.
Right.
- Where's the file on Willie Lopez? - There's no file for Willie Lopez.
He was probably some old boyfriend she was trying to get even with.