Spectra: This is my friend Sara. Sara, these are Schizo's friends I told you about, Nikki and Pepper, and the third one is Caroline. Sara: Hello, girls. So, you're the ones interested in ghosts. Nikki: There's no such thing as ghosts. Sara: That is just your opinion. Some people may think differently. Pepper: Do you believe in ghosts, too? Like Spectra? Sara: It is not a question of belief. I know ghosts exist, because I have seen a few. Spectra: Sara... Pepper: I saw a ghost too. Nikki didn't see him, so she doesn't believe it, but I know what I saw. Spectra: Pepper, could I have a word with you alone? Pepper: Sure. What is it?
Sara: So, how do you know Schizo? Nikki: He's my mom's friend. Have you met him? Sara: Yes, Spectra introduced us. He is quite an interesting character. Caroline: Don't you like him? People always say somebody is interesting when they don't like them, but don't want to be rude. Sara: Oh, I like him. I really meant it quite literally. He is not like most people I have met. He has interesting ideas and opinions. Nikki: He's funny, but uncle Harvey says he's bad influence. Sara: And who's uncle Harvey? Nikki: He was my dad's friend. They were in the army together. Sara: Hmm, I can certainly understand why an army guy and Schizo aren't best buddies.
Pepper: What is it? Spectra: It's about what you saw and Nikki didn't. Pepper: She doesn't believe me. Spectra: You can't blame her. She would need to see with her own eyes to believe. Pepper: I guess so. Can you tell me something about that ghost? Spectra: Not really. You see, it's a very special ghost, and you were not supposed to see it at all. That was an accident. You won't be seeing it again. Pepper: But I want to see it again. I want to know who it is. I'm not scared of it. Spectra: I know you aren't, and you don't need to be, because you're a good person. You see, that's why it's a special ghost. It's nice when you're nice, and for bad people, it's really scary. But as I said, you cannot see it again. It just doesn't work that way. Pepper: Okay, I guess you know about these things. May I... ask something? Spectra: Certainly. I don't promise an answer, though. Pepper: How do you know so much about ghosts? Are you like a medium? Spectra: Not me, but my friend Mina is.
Twyla: I thought police doesn't believe in that kind of stuff. John: Do you? Twyla: She told me something she shouldn't have known. Maybe it was just a guess, but I don't think so. You see, she showed me something. She said it was the future. John: How bad was it? Twyla: Not at all. I saw Frankie's wedding, and I was the bridesmaid. It was so great! John: I'm glad to hear that. Mine was a bit different. Twyla: She said one of the guns showed grandpa shooting Warren. Do you think that's true? John: She could pinpoint the murder weapon. She couldn't know it. She also saw Winona pointing the revolver at Dennis, and she couldn't know that either. Twyla: I thought Dennis was lying. John: Have you been to see him? Twyla: I wrote him a letter. Apparently, life in prison is really boring, because I got a proper novel as a response. John: I hope you don't believe his stories, even if this particular one checks out. Sort of. Twyla: Oh, he's a liar, there's no doubt about that. Fairly convincing, but a hopeless liar. I don't need Mina to forecast his future - small stretches of jail time for petty crimes until he's too old to con anyone. John: Unless he manages to get himself killed trying to con someone who doesn't take it too kindly. Twyla: There's always that.
John: Are you sure you want to become an author? Twyla: No, but I am going to write this book. I owe it to grandpa. It's the best way of getting the truth out. John: I think so too. I think he would have liked that. He doesn't seem to me like a bad man, just driven to wrong choices by grief. - What I really wanted to know is if you'd consider another career. Twyla: What? Solving crimes? I don't think that would be my style. John: You did very well interviewing your grandpa. You were asking most of the right questions. That's remarkable, given that you must have been quite shocked at what he was telling you. Twyla: I had had some time to think. When he first told me about it, I suggested that we should record it all, and it took a couple of days to get the necessary equipment. John: Just give it a thought. There is no hurry, many of our people have had another career first. Sort of gives you perspective on life, and that makes it easier to understand how people behave and why they do the things they do. Twyla: I'll keep that in mind.
Twyla: John, I need to know, am I in trouble? I mean, everybody's been focused on the case so far, but what if somebody starts saying that I should have told right away, not just after grandpa died. John: Don't worry about that. You just wanted him to get to die peacefully in his own home. There's nothing wrong about that, and there was no more danger to anybody. And even if somebody wanted to charge you for withholding information, any lawyer would get you out of it in no time. Twyla: That's a relief. I've been so worried. - There is also a favor I want to ask, a huge favor... John: I think I owe you one. What is it? Twyla: Well, I was talking with Winona, and she doesn't believe that her brother was enjoying killing people. If Mina can figure out stuff by touching suitable objects, maybe... John: The rifle. I didn't have it when I asked Mina to check the weapons. Twyla: Could that be arranged? I think Winona deserves answers, and I'd like to know too. I mean, even if grandpa believed so, it still doesn't mean it really is the truth. John: I think I too would like to know the answer to that, even if it's just off the record. I'll see if I can make it happen.
Sara: I heard you mention lunch to the girls. Spectra: You and your big ears. I couldn't tell them we're going to drink this place dry, could I? Sara: I guess not. You lied some more when you were talking with Pepper. Samael's not a ghost, and as she's one of his, she will see him again, in the end. Spectra: Didn't I tell you Samael was pissed off about me talking with Schizo about it all? He expressly forbade me from telling her about him. And of course she'll meet him again, but I don't want her to spend her life, and it will be a long one, trying to find him. It's better that she thinks she won't see him again. When she does, the lie won't matter anymore. Sara: You also lied about how you know about ghosts, but then again, can't really tell the truth about that. Spectra: I didn't exactly lie, I just answered her second question, and I was truthful about that. I'm not a medium. Sara: I've been wondering, how come Mina is and we're not? I thought she got it, you know... afterwards. So, shouldn't we have it too? Spectra: I've been wondering about it myself sometimes. Maybe we should ask her.
And so, a little later: Mina: What was so important? I was following a very nasty guy. Although, he won't be going anywhere for some time. He always stays the night with her, and I'm not going to watch all that. Spectra: Don't you ever feel... embarrassed? You know, watching people do private things? Mina: I've seen it all already. It gets really boring after a while, especially when it's an old fat guy like him. Why can't anyone ask me to tail some young fitness freak? - But you wanted to talk. So, what is it? Sara: Well, we've been wondering... I mean... since you're a medium... Spectra: How come you see that stuff and we don't? Mina: The past and the future? Spectra: Yes, and all the other things. Mina: I did it already when I was alive, it just works better now. Did you think I only got it afterwards? Spectra: Yeah, I guess I did. Sara: I certainly did. I wanted... Mina: You wanted to be able to do it too? If you knew what it's like, you wouldn't. Spectra: Is it that bad? Mina: I tend to show people the worst things that have happened or will happen to them or people close to them. It's a very rare occurrence for somebody to see a happy thing. Although, that just happened recently, for the first time in decades. I had forgotten how good that feels. And she's a very nice girl, so I was happy to be able to show something good for once.
Trinity: I don't know why you want to interview me. I had nothing to do with the case. Twyla: Claudia said that you helped her in sorting out some things. Trinity: I don't know if I did. We just talked about the case occasionally, and I offered some opinions and theories. Twyla: And character assessments? Trinity: You mean Dennis? It's not hard to see that he's a liar, but not a person who would do a violent crime. Rather a pathetic character, actually. Twyla: Well, now he has five years to contemplate on his character flaws. Trinity: He won't change. Twyla: I was wondering... I thought detectives don't really talk with uniformed officers about the cases... Trinity: Yeah, we do the legwork and they take care of the brainwork. That's how it normally goes, but the Captain encourages discussion between all personnel, because some people may have specialized knowledge or information regardless of rank.
Twyla: Do you have such knowledge? Trinity: Yes. I worked in a maximum security prison before becoming a police officer. I've seen the worst of them, and I've learned to read them. I know a psychopath when I see one, even when he's trying to act like a human being. Twyla: What did you do at the prison? Were you a guard? Trinity: Do you really need all this for your book? Twyla: No... I'm just curious. Trinity: All right, it's not a secret anyway. I wasn't a guard. I was a nurse. Twyla: Nurse? You don't... Trinity: I don't give off the right vibe? Twyla: I didn't mean... Trinity: You're not offending me. It's what my instructor at the nursing school said. It is also a fact. I'm no Florence Nightingale. It's actually why I left the profession.
Twyla: But wouldn't that be, like, a good thing in a prison? Not being too soft? Trinity: You're right about that. The last nurse to leave had fallen in love with an inmate and smuggled in some very dangerous items. She did some time in another prison for that, and now there are a lot of jobs she cannot apply to because of it. So, yes, being soft will certainly get you into trouble in there. Twyla: Don't those people realize that the prisoners are there for a good reason? Trinity: Some of those guys are masters in sweet-talking to you, if they think they can get something out of you. Some people fall for that. Twyla: But you didn't? Trinity: No, I didn't and I won't. - You really are a curious one. I haven't talked about all this in a long time. Twyla: I find it really interesting. I've never met anyone like you before. - Heath was quite impressed too. Trinity: Heath? Twyla: One of the guys who made the deal with the DA and gave information about Dennis. He said you lifted the rude guy up just like that. Trinity: He was a scrawny kid. Bad with his mouth, though. He needs to learn to keep it shut once in a while or he's not going to do well in prison, once he lands there some time in the future. Twyla: You think he will? Trinity: It's just a question of time. That type never learns the line between fun and felony before it's too late.
Sara: I'm glad to see "lunch" wasn't a euphemism this time. Spectra: Hey, even I want to eat sometimes. Schizo: Hello, ladies. I haven't seen you here before. I thought bars were more into your taste. Sara: Just having a regular lunch for once, instead of a liquid one. Schizo: Looks like it. - You know, I'm not judging or anything, but are you really going to eat all that? I thought you don't need... Spectra: Need and want are two different things. I'm sure you know that. Sara: What would you do, if you could eat anything you want and not gain any weight? Schizo: Well, if you put it that way...
Schizo: Sara, about that aunt you mentioned... Sara: What about her? Schizo: What was her name? Sara: Margot. Why do you want to know? Schizo: I think I met your distant relative. At least she said her ancestor was a Margot, who got burned as a witch and cursed everybody in sight. After her death, strange things started to happen. Sara: Really? I guess she was talking about auntie then. But it was a long time ago. Why would she be interested? Schizo: She said Margot is the only famous person in their family. I guess it's a story worth telling to younger generations. Spectra: I thought nobody believes in witches anymore. Schizo: I don't think anybody does, but it's still interesting history. Some kids were writing about her as their history assignment, and a friend of a friend helped them, and that's how it came up.
Twyla: Jet said I should ask you first. Maria: You can write about it. I wasn't going strictly by the book there, but I had my reasons. Twyla: May I ask what those were? Maria: We needed the skull. It was a child who had taken it, and I understood that he was terrified, because of the newspaper article. I asked Nikki to act as an intermediary, because getting the skull was more important than punishment for a child's mistake. In the end, knowing or not knowing who took it made no difference. We found out the cause of death, and the bullet was still inside the skull. Twyla: What if the kid hadn't given the skull to Nikki? Maria: I would have made Nikki tell me who it was, and we would have gone strictly by the book. Twyla: Do you think the kid will get into further trouble later? Maria: Probably not. He just sounded like a regular kid with the kind of lack of judgement they have at that age.
Maria: Have you talked with the detectives yet? Twyla: Oh yes, and Trinity too. She's really awesome. Maria: Yes, she's a good officer. Twyla: She said she didn't have much to do with the case, so we mostly talked about her previous job, you know, about psychopaths and stuff. It was really fascinating. Maria: I guess hearing about it can be, dealing with them most definitely isn't. Twyla: Have you met any psychopaths? Maria: You can't avoid it in this line of work. They so often end up doing crimes, because they think too highly of themselves. They just can't imagine that they will get caught.
Twyla: May I ask something that has nothing to do with the book? Maria: You can always ask... Twyla: Why isn't Trinity a detective? Everybody says how good she is. Maria: I am not at liberty to answer that question. Twyla: Oh. I guess it is too personal... Maria: What I can tell you is the situation in general. Basically, it comes down to two issues - the person's aspirations concerning their career, and their abilities and qualifications. However, the competition is very hard, and many qualified candidates get left out, so there is also an element of chance in the process. Twyla: I hadn't thought of that. I guess it's the same everywhere. Maria: In any job, there are always more people wanting a promotion than there are vacancies. That's how it needs to be or you wouldn't get the best ones for the job.
Harvey: Excuse me, but aren't you Steve, the detective? Steve: Yes, I am. Harvey: I'm Harvey, I'm Jet's friend. Nikki told me about you and showed me your picture in the newspaper. Steve: Nice to meet you. Harvey: Looks like I'm lucky today as I've been wondering whether I should tell someone... You see, there's something that may or may not relate to that big case you had... Steve: Just tell me, I'll be the judge of whether it's important or not. Harvey: Well, I work in a limo company. I haven't been there for very long, but our dispatcher, Bob, has been there for 20 years. He told us about a guy who used to work there, Walter. Bob said he was a really good driver and never had accidents, not even scratches or dents in the cars, but he had a bad attitude, so he got fired. The point of all this is that he said this Walter looked remarkably similar to the hitman, like they were brothers or something.
Steve: Do you think he's reliable? I mean, if this was years ago... Harvey: I thought about that, so I asked him if he's sure the guy looked the same. The next day he showed me a group picture taken when Walter was still working there. I must say there is a certain resemblance. - Do you think there's something to it? Steve: Well, we are interested in any information about the hitman's past, so we're checking any leads that come up. I think I'd like to talk with Bob. Harvey: I must warn you. Once you tell him you want to hear about the old days, you won't get him to shut up. Still, it is mostly quite entertaining.
Twyla: Frankie, I've been thinking of whether I should tell you something... Frankie: You know you can tell me anything. Twyla: Yeah, but this is a bit... weird. - Do you believe that there are people who can see the future? Frankie: Are you talking about that medium? I thought you don't believe in that stuff. Twyla: Do you? Frankie: I think it's possible. Not very probable, but possible. - What is this all about? Twyla: You're going to get married. Frankie: Some day, I hope, but not any time soon. You don't really need a medium to tell you something that has, like, over 75% probability. Twyla: I'll be your bridesmaid. Frankie: Don't need a medium for that either. When I get married, that's a given. Is that all she could say? Twyla: Oh, she said a lot. Enough to make me change my mind about the issue.
Twyla: But she didn't tell me this, she showed me. Frankie: Showed you? Twyla: Yeah, I could see it happening. And it wasn't hypnosis or hallucination. Nobody can cause those in others in a couple of minutes, at least not without possessing some sort of supernatural skills. Frankie: You really believed her. Twyla: Yes. The things she told me, it was none of that "does somebody here know somebody called so and so" cold reading BS. She just straight told me, in detail, that she had seen grandpa kill the hitman. Frankie: What?! Twyla: When John asked her to check the guns. John said she knew things she could not know through any regular means. Frankie: How do you feel about all this? Twyla: Confused. Still, I can't deny a fact. You know, "show me the evidence and I'll believe you." - It just... makes me wonder. What else have I believed all my life that is not actually true?