Oh, this is great.
Wow!
That's incredible.
There's got to be 7 or 8 feet up there.
And 80 years of dust.
Look at all this height.
With our bedroom upstairs,
we'd have all this space.
For what?
Just space.
1 ...
2...
3!
And 4?
And 5?
Watch it. Watch it.
God, this place is huge.
Wow.
It's beautiful.
God!
You guys, it's absolutely incredible.
Incredible.
A little paint, you could sell this tomorrow
and double your money.
Carl, you're obsessed.
A little bit.
Whoa, look!
Hey, it's an Indian head penny.
1 898.
It's a good omen.
You're the good omen.
Oh, it's so great.
I had Rose move your 3:00 to 4:00.
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?
Huh? Oh, I'm sorry.
Relax. This isn't brain surgery you're going into.
Pitching these Japanese guys makes me so nervous.
Sam...
you're going to be great, OK?
What am I supposed to say?
I can't tell them
my Swedish pompom girl joke, you know.
Those are great. Where'd you get those?
Nice, huh? Molly.
What do you think? Are they me?
Man, look at that. A Testarossa.
Whoa.
Ouch.
Pay off your Mustang first.
How are you feeling?
What did the doctor say?
He said it was contagious,
that it was really...
No.
He said I shouldn't be coming in today.
What about the rash?
The rash?
Mm-hmm.
The rash is, um...
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 I shouldn't touch anyone.
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
You're sick.
I know.
Morning, Paul.
Morning, Carl, Sam.
Hey, Paul.
Morning, Mr. Wheat.
Morning, Susan. You're looking good.
Sam?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here it is.
Thanks.
Morning, Sam.
Morning. Listen, the Kobiashi people--
They're already here.
They're early.
I know.
Come here. How long have they been here?
About 10 minutes.
Andy Dillon called
and says he needs $900,000 transferred to Albany by 1 0:00.
By 1 0:00?
Yes.
Carl?
Yeah?
Dillon needs 900,000 in Albany by 1 0:00.
Can you transfer it to his payroll account?
I'll need your Mac code.
OK.
Discretion, right?
Got it.
You bet. I'll do it right now.
Bill, I'll call you back.
OK, OK, that's fine. That's fine.
That's fine!
Aw, man, it's too far out.
Can you get this, man?
Where are you guys from,
the New York City Ballet?
Almost.
Oh!
Saved your life!
You shit.
You scared me to death.
Why'd you do that?
It's better than seeing this gorgeous body
splattered all over the place.
Look out.
Sam? Molly? You guys home?
Did you invite Carl?
Slave labor.
-Carl? -What?
Hurry. Help.
Oh, my God.
Grab the bottom.
Want this down here?
Right here?
Watch your toes.
Where do you want this?
Uh, in the bedroom.
God, this place looks great.
Yeah.
You like it, huh?
Like is hardly the word.
I didn't know it would be this beautiful.
Molly, what about her?
Leave her there until we get the rest in.
What are these?
Oh, let me show you.
Help me lift this up.
Here?
Voila!
Wow.
What do you think?
It's fantastic. I love it.
Sam, what's this chair doing here?
What do you mean? I love that chair.
I know, but we discussed this...
I've had it forever.
When I watch TV, I sit in it.
This chair is ugly.
So?
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?
Mm-hmm. I'm fine.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You worried about the promotion?
No, not really.
Then what?
Is it moving in together?
No.
I don't know. It's...
a lot of things.
I just don't want the bubble to burst.
Seems like, uh...
whenever anything good in my life happens,
I'm just afraid I'm going to lose it.
I love you.
I really love you.
Ditto.
The pilot first reported trouble
when the number two engine blew,
the one in the tail of the plane...
Oh, Jesus, another one?
Oh, don't watch that.
I should cancel my L. A. trip.
These things always happen in threes.
Sam, get serious.
Besides, you lead a charmed life.
Oh, yeah? So did they.
It's amazing.
Just like that.
Blackout.
Oh
My love
My darling
I've hungered for...
What are you doing?
I couldn't sleep.
A long
Lonely time
I must have passed out.
What time is it?
It's 2 a.m.
And time
Goes by
So slowly
Any time
Can do so much
Are you
Still mine
Oh, no.
I hope it wasn't a masterpiece.
It's not now.
Can I help?
Yeah.
Put your hands here and get them wet.
Just let the clay slide between your fingers.
God speed your love
To me
Lonely rivers Flow
To the sea
To the open arms
Of the sea
Yeah
Lonely rivers sigh
Wait for me
I'll be coming home
Wait for me
Oh
My love
My darling
I've hungered
Hungered for your touch
A long
Lonely time
And time
Goes by
So slowly
Any time
Can do so much
Are you
Still mine
I need
Your love
I
I need your love
God speed your love
To me
Oh, no.
What's the matter?
A glitch. What's up?
The Greenberg and White accounts-- I can't get in.
The Mac code isn't working.
Oh, I changed it.
Why?
Nothing. I 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.
Too much money? That's impossible.
Sam, this is going to take you hours.
Let me do this.
It's already taken me hours.
Let me figure it out.
No, that's OK.
It's like a vendetta now.
Thanks, though. I appreciate it.
OK.
If you start to go blind, give a shout.
OK. Adios.
Listen, what are you and Moll doing tonight?
We're going to the theater to see Macbeth.
She likes the guys in tights.
You want to go?
No, thanks.
I want a full report, though.
Later.
Yeah.
Well, I loved it.
I was spellbound the whole time.
I could tell.
So could everyone else
with that resonating snore of yours.
Did I tell you what Melissa said?
Yeah, about six times.
It wasn't six times.
Quit being so blase about this.
This is really important.
I'll have two pieces in her gallery.
The New York Times reviews her gallery all the time.
Molly, The New York Times
is just some frustrated little critic
with pimples on his ass who flunked art school.
Who cares what they think?
About eight million readers, that's who.
Nah, they're just reading the sports page.
Your work is really beautiful.
It really is.
Thanks.
It shouldn't matter what anyone else thinks,
just what I think.
I want to marry you, Sam.
What?
Yep.
I've been thinking about it.
I've been thinking about it a lot,
and I think we should just do it.
You're serious.
Yeah.
What's that look for?
You never wanted to talk about it.
Do you love me, Sam?
Well, what do you think?
Why don't you ever say it?
What do you mean? I say it all the time.
No, you say ""ditto,""
and that's not the same.
People say I love you all the time,
and it doesn't mean anything.
You know, sometimes you need to hear it.
I need to hear it.
Let's go.
What should we do?
Let me handle it.
What do you want?
Your wallet-- give it to me!
Sam, just give it to him.
OK, just take the money. Just leave--
No, Sam--
You son of a bitch!
Sam, don't!
Somebody help us!
Jesus Christ, Sam!
Just get off him.
Somebody!
Somebody help us!
Sam, just let...
Sam, stop it.
Stop it, Sam!
Molly?
Molly, he got--
Sam...
Baby, hold on.
You're going to be OK.
Somebody?
Somebody help us!
Oh, Sam.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Sam, come on.
Hold on, baby.
Someone's going to come.
You're going to be OK.
Somebody!
Somebody help me!
Please, anybody!
Help me. Please help me.
Take it easy, all right?
We'll help you, OK?
Molly? Molly?
Molly?
OK.
All right. All right.
Molly?
What should we do?
Aah!
What's happening?
What's...
Is he breathing?
I don't know if he's breathing.
Don't die, Sam. Hold on.
Hold on, baby. Hold on.
Oh, my God.
Come on, man.
All right.
Here we go.
1 ...
Come on, baby.
Sam, don't you leave me.
Sam, hold on!
Sam...
Oh, Sam...
Jesus...
Miss Jensen, if you'll just step this way, please.
So, what happened to you?
What?
You're new, huh? I could 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, 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, zap-- they ain't nothing.
You'll see. You'll catch on.
This patient's fibrillating. Let's move it.
Give me the paddles.
He ain't going to make it.
I've seen it a million times.
He's a goner.
He's still fibrillating.
Clear.
You see?
Here they come.
Lucky bastard.
It could have been the other ones.
You never know.
Who are--
No!
Aah!
God help me.
Oh, God...
help me.
""I am sunk in the abysmal swamp
where there is no foothold.
I have reached the watery depths.
The flood overwhelms me.
I 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.
I picked up your shirts today.
I don'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.
I'm here, Moll.
Floyd, what's the matter, kitty?
What's the matter?
Crazy cat.
Sam?
That's really stupid.
I love this picture.
It's great.
Office.
Let me see that.
It's, um...
Sam's address book.
Right.
Dave Brubeck. Newport, '88.
Should I toss them?
No.
No? Molly, we hated that concert.
Hey.
Oh. You wanted to save those?
Rolaids?
Molly, what are you doing?
I just miss him, Carl.
Me, too.
Carl?
Yeah?
Wait a minute. Wait.
What?
Not that one.
Which? Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to put that on there.
That's OK.
Hey, Moll, why don't you come?
It's like summer outside.
No, I'm really not up for it.
Just for a walk.
I don't want to.
You can't stay in all day.
It's not healthy.
Carl, I can't do it!
Molly, you're not the one who died.
I'm sorry.
Don't apologize.
Shit.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe just a short one.
That a girl.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
Molly!
What are you doing here?
You bastard.
You son of a bitch!
What do you want?
-Molly?
Molly, get out!
Oh, my God.
No, Molly! Look, no, no, please!
Molly!
Molly, he's got a gun!
Hi, kitty. Hi.
You hurt her--
Aah!
Shit!
Is somebody there?
Hello?
Oh, my God!
Let go! What are you doing?
Aah!
Like trains?
Stay out! This is mine!
Shit.
It's me. I couldn't get it.
She came home.
Give me a couple of days, man.
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?
Stay away from her!
And...
teddy bear, teddy bear, turn around,
teddy bear, teddy bear,
touch the ground.
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 dias.
I'm Oda Mae Brown.
I understand you wish to contact your husband.
Si.
I 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, Mrs. Santiago.
Are you a believer?
Si. Si, I believe. I believe.
Then let us begin.
I can't.
It's too difficult.
I 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?
I Si! His mama!
She is Maria!
Yes! Praise God, I knew he was with his mama.
Oh, my God.
It's too difficult. It's two of them.
I'm not sure I can do that.
It's so trying.
Oh, I pay more. How much?
$20.
Way to go. Milk her for every penny.
Huh. Yes, I...I believe we can start again.
- Praise the Lord. - Praise the Lord.
- Thank you, Jesus. - Thank you, Jesus.
Welcome, Mrs. Santiago.
You're fortunate today. The spirits are churning.
My husband?
Have mercy!
Oh, yeah? Where?
Julio?
Yes!
I feel his vibration.
Ooh!
I see him!
How is he? How does he look?
Oh, he's a handsome man.
Handsome?
Mrs. Santiago, in Our Father's kingdom,
we're all handsome.
Oh, Julio.
Julio's coming towards us.
I see him! He's coming!
He's there!
He's dressed in a black suit.
Black suit?
It could be blue.
What a crock of shit.
Who is that?
Julio! Where are you?
Julio? Julio?
Did you hear it?
Damn! Where are you?
Julio?
Who are you?
Whoa!
You can hear me?
Don't you hear him?
I don't believe this.
Hey, you, my name's Sam Wheat.
Can you hear me? Sam Wheat. Say my name.
Leave me alone!
Say it! Sam Wheat!
Talk to me, Oda Mae. Say something!
Sam Wheat!
Jesus.
- Sam Wheat? - Sam Wheat?
I swear, no more cheating.
I'll do anything. I'll do penance,
but make that guy go away!
No way.
Aah!
It's OK.
All right, sister.
Thank you.
Yeah, you're all right.
My mother and my mother's mother
both had the gift.
They always said I had it, but I never did.
I never had it.
They told me all about it.
But now that I got it, I don't think I want it.
Go away. Find somebody else.
Somebody else? You're out of your mind.
I'm getting there fast.
She hit her head harder than we think.
She was talking to nobody before she hit her head.
Sister can do that.
Where exactly are you?
Standing right beside you.
Oh, you're standing right beside me?
Well, honey, we're right here.
Are you white?
What?
White?
You're white, aren't you?
Know what I think?
I'll call the doctor right now.
I knew it. A white guy. Why me?
Listen, damn it. You're going to help me.
There's a woman named Molly Jensen.
She's in terrible danger.
The man who killed me broke into our apartment,
and he's going to go back.
You've got to warn her.
What makes you think she'll listen to me?
It's just a phone call.
Look...
you're all I've got.
Now, I'm not leaving until you help me.
I don't care how long it takes,
'cause I can talk forever.
Hello?
Uh, hi. Is this Molly Jensen?
Yes.
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.
Who is this?
I got a message from Sam.
What?
Sam Wheat? He asked me to call.
I told you.
Go there.
Forget it. I'm not going anywhere.
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 every 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
'En-er-y the Eighth I am
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--
All right! 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 down here?
I never come downtown. I hate downtown.
She's probably not even there.
Where are you?
Oh.
Woof.
Which building is it?
Uh, push 3.
See? Nobody's there.
She's there. Just wait.
I did everything I said I'd do.
I pressed the button.
She's not there. I'm going.
99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 bottles of beer
Take one down Pass it around--
Don't sing, all right?
Hello?
Molly--
Shh! She can't hear you.
Hi, I'm Oda Mae.
I called you about your friend Sam Wheat?
I told you.
Hey, Molly! Molly Jensen.
I know you're up there. I know you hear me.
I'm down here. Sam wants to talk to you.
This is for real.
Remember the starfish in Montego Bay?
How would I know that if he wasn't here?
Hey, Molly, I know about the green underwear
that you wrote your name on.
I'd never get over that, I tell you that.
I know about the picture in Reno.
Hey, Molly!
Ask her about the sweater she knitted in the closet
that's too big.
He asked me to remind you of the sweater in the closet
that you knitted that's too big.
Four sizes.
Hey, you hear me talking to you?
I hear you.
Shut up. Nobody's talking to you.
Ever hear of a phone?
Want to kiss my butt?
I'm not staying down here all day.
Thank God.
Aw, man, shut up.
Molly! I'm going to count to 3,
and I'm out of here.
1 , 2, 3.
No, Oda, wait.
No.
It's Molly.
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.
Look, I'm sorry.
I just-- I just don't believe
in this life after death stuff.
Well, tell her she's wrong.
He says you're wrong.
You're talking to him right now?
He just asked me to tell you that you're wrong.
So where is he?
I can't see him. I 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?
If you think I'm here for my health, you're crazy.
Sam's dead, OK? He's dead.
Tell her I love her.
He says he loves you.
Sam would never say that.
Say ditto.
What the hell is ditto?
Ditto!
To tell you the truth,
I don't know how I'm doing this.
Confidentially, nothing like this
has ever happened to me before.
I mean, nothing.
Now I can't turn it off.
Is this him? Is this you?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Huh. Cute.
White, but cute.
What I don't understand is,
why did he come back?
I don't know.
Why is he still here?
He's stuck, that's what it is.
He's in between worlds.
You know, it happens sometimes
that the spirit gets yanked out so quick
that the essence still feels
it has work to do.
Would you stop rambling?
I'm just answering her question.
He's got an attitude now.
I don't have an attitude.
Yes, you do have an attitude.
We're having a little discussion.
If you didn't have a attitude,
you wouldn't have raised your voice.
God damn it, Oda Mae--
Don't you god damn me.
Don't you take the Lord's name in vain.
Would you relax?
You relax. You're the dead guy.
Want me to help? You apologize.
Jesus Christ!
I'm leaving.
Nobody talks to me like that, you understand?
Now, you better apologize.
I'm sorry.
I apologize.
OK?
Now, would you sit down?
Please?
He's apologized.
I need you to tell Molly what I'm saying,
but you have to tell her word for word.
Yes. He wants me to tell you what he's saying
word for word.
Molly, you're in danger.
You can't just blurt it out like that.
And quit moving around, will you?
You're making me dizzy.
I'll just tell her in my own way.
Molly, you in danger, girl.
What are you talking about?
I know the man who killed me.
He knows who killed him.
His name's Willy Lopez. I know where he lives.
He's a Puerto Rican, Willy Lopez.
He knows where he lives.
Write it down.
You write it down.
I ain't no damn secretary.
Just do it!
Argh!
He's so testy.
What is it you want me to write?
It's 303 Prospect Place, apartment 4-D.
303 Prospect Place?
Yeah.
That's my neighborhood.
Molly, he's got my wallet,
he's got my key,
and he was in here.
He's got his wallet and key and was here.
Yesterday after your walk with Carl,
you talked to Floyd, took off your clothes--
All right, all right.
When you came in after your walk with Carl,
he saw everything.
Go to the police. It was a setup.
I was murdered.
He says go to the police. He was murdered.
There's somebody else involved--
I don't want no more to do with this.
Where are you going?
I'm leaving, I did everything I said I'd do.
And don't be following me.
I'm finished. I mean it.
Have a nice life. Have a nice death.
Goodbye.
Molly, there is 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.
I know this seems absurd, but it had to be real.
You believed some fortune-teller from Brooklyn
who shows up at your door?
I watched her have a conversation with him.
I don't buy it, Moll, not for a minute.
What about the things she knew?
What things?
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.
This is getting deranged.
We're off the deep end.
She had a name and an address--
Willy Lopez.
303 Prospect Place, apartment 4-D.
This is sick.
Oh, Carl.
This is really sick.
Oh, God.
Molly, 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.
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
That's what I got to find out.
What do you mean, find out?
She said Sam wants me to go to the police.
Sam wants you to go to the police?
Jesus, Moll. Are you out of your mind?
What are you going to 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'll make you feel any better,
I'll go check this out, OK?
I want you to try and get some sleep.
OK?
All right.
I'll call you in the morning.
OK.
Be careful.
Carl.
What the hell are you doing here?
Who you been talking to, Willy?
""Talking to""? What the hell do you mean?
Some woman knows all about you, everything.
Where's she getting it from?
I haven't said a word to anybody.
She knows your name and where you live.
A lot of women know where I live.
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--
Just get rid of her, OK?
I've got $4 million stuck in a god damn computer.
If I don't get those codes,
if that money is not transferred soon...
I'm...
dead.
We're both dead.
Why not tell them you only launder money
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.
-Was that a joke? -I did you a favor.
That was a freebie.
Look, these are drug dealers, OK?
Just don't blow this for me.
I've risked my job. I could go to jail.
$80,000 of that money is mine.
Look, just...
let me have the key to Sam's apartment.
I'll get the address book myself, OK?
You god damn bastard!
Why?
Why? You were my friend!
I had a life, god damn you.
I had a life!
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 knew things she couldn't have known.
Things Sam only said to me.
OK, according to this psychic lady,
there are ghosts and spirits all over the place
watching us all the time?
Huh?
Hell, I'm never going to get undressed again.
Excuse me.
I got more important things to do.
The guy's name is Willy Lopez.
All I'm asking you to do is check it out.
OK. Wait here.
Let me see if the guy's got a record, all right?
Great.
What are you doing?
Where's the file on Willy Lopez?
There isn't one.
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 I.D.
Served one year, 1971 .
Baton Rouge, arrested for fraud.
Numbers racketeering, served 10 months, 1974.
Look, this is impossible.
It goes on and on.
She knew things, private things.
Now, how could she have known all that?
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.
No.
It was real.
She knew about a...
a sweater I knitted.
And songs we sang.
Our trip to Montego Bay.
I'm sorry.
I know this is hard.
People want so much to believe.
They're 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.
No.
Thank you.