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I know you're going to
think that I'm exaggerating,

but I swear to you, if
a man is a good kisser,

he can bring me to
the brink of an orgasm

without even touching
me anywhere else.

Someone was following me.

I couldn't see him, but I
heard his soft footsteps

on the pavement.

I knew there was an
all-night diner nearby,

and I sought refuge there.

He came in after me.

He was a total stranger, but--

but he approached
me and-- and said,

I'm dying to do
certain things to you.

We were in bed and we'd
just finished making love,

and I asked him why all we
do is sleep and make love,

nothing else?

His response was,
what else is there?

I told him that
for once I'd like

to have a serious
conversation about us.

I should have been
horrified, but, strangely, I--

I wasn't.

I tell him I'm not
afraid of him and he

better do exactly as I say.

He agrees.

I start by telling him to
kiss me ever so gently.

Then I tell him
to lick me there.

In practically no time, orgasms
start running through me like--

like little earthquakes,
till I'm wet and exhausted.

Sleeping and screwing.

That's all we do.

Finally, Brian
says he'll listen.

So I start talking about
us, about our relationship,

and I ask him if we're together
because we love each other.

You know what his response was?

Is this conversation a
conspiracy on your part

to make me impotent?

You know why I think
David doesn't like to kiss?

Because he's afraid.

I remember once that he
told me that he always feels

this fear before we make love.

It's almost like to
David, I'm this dark void

that he can't enter into
without a part of him

being permanently changed or--

sex is a very dark power.

You know, I came out
here to be an actress.

Christ knows, I've
still got the looks.

You probably think these
boobs are fake, my living

in Beverly Hills and all.

Well, they're not.

Want to see?

All the women in my
family have them.

But, personally, I think my
legs are my best feature.

Don't you, Doctor?

Someone
once defined a psychiatrist

as a guy who goes to a strip
show and looks at the audience.

They're silky smooth too.

JONATHAN
For the first 35 years

of my life that described
me, Dr. Jonathan Brooks.

I have them waxed every month.

Here, feel.

JONATHAN
My practice

was located in Beverly Hills.

Not bad, huh?

Yes, they're very smooth.

And lately, my clientele
seemed to consist

exclusively of the frustrated
wives of high-powered men.

Don't you think we've
done enough acting

out for one day, Margaret?

In medical school, they
teach you to detach.

I know you want
me, Dr. Brooks,

or you wouldn't have
let me get this far.

I just want you
to act it all out.

It's part of the
healing process.

And I have always known
the value of that lesson.

Get
rid of those thoughts.

I know you want to kiss me,
but you're holding back.

I'll never understand how
you keep your cool, Dr. Brooks.

That's why I record
these sessions, to have

a record of what transpired.

See, when a woman like
Margaret is rebuffed,

they often accuse the
doctor of sexual misconduct.

No one would ever
accuse you of that.

You're the most
civilized man I know.

Thank you, Helen.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Don't work too late.
- I won't.

That attitude, of course,
isn't without its benefits.

In my case, a thriving practice
and a beautiful and successful

lawyer as my fiancee.

Well, that's what I
want, low risk security.

Leave the gambling to the
Donald Trumps of the world.

OK, I will.

You too.

Your appointment's here.

Oh, who is it?

It's a new patient.

Laura Nesbitt.

Thank you, Helen.

The first time I saw her,
she was sitting in my chair.

You know, there was a running
joke in medical school

that anyone that wanted
to be a psychiatrist

ought to have his head examined.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

It's just that you're
sitting in my chair.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize.

It's quite all right.

I just think you'll be more
comfortable on the couch.

I videotape these sessions.

I find it a very useful
therapeutic tool.

So, now, what would
you like to talk about?

Forgive me.

This is very difficult.

I understand.

I don't know what the
trouble is, Dr. Brooks.

I mean, I go to sleep and then--

And then?

And then the horrors begin.

Now, when you say horrors,
do you mean nightmares?

I don't know what they are.

Well, what do you
remember about them?

I remember waking up,
only I'm not in my bed.

Where are you?

I'm in a hotel, the
kind I would never go to.

What do you mean the
kind you'd never go to?

The kind for adults.

I see.

And there's something else.

When I wake up, I'm not me.

I'm wearing someone
else's clothes.

Whose clothes?

No, you don't understand.

It's not that they're
not my clothes.

They're clothes I
would never wear.

They make me look like--

Like what?

Like a whore.

You see, in my dreams,
I'm no stranger to love.

That's how I earned my living,
fulfilling the desires of men.

Men of all varieties.

Only I don't charge him.

Why don't
you charge him?

It would be wrong.

He is giving me as much
pleasure as I'm giving him.

He knows all my secret places.

He knows what I need.

He's slowly driving me mad.

I'm no longer kissing or
caressing, only clinging.

I want him to come
inside me, but he won't.

So I surrender my body to him.

I let his rhythm become mine.

You think I'm a terrible
person, don't you?

Of course not.

You don't?

No.

In my dreams, I'm
no stranger to love.

That's how I make my living,
fulfilling the desires of men.

Men of all varieties.

Come to me, I say to him.

But I don't charge him.

Why
don't you charge him?

It
would be wrong.

He's giving me as much
pleasure as I'm giving him.

He knows my secret places.

He knows exactly what I need.

Who's the looker?

Jesus, Harry, would
you put that down?

No choice.

To serve and protect,
that's our motto.

I was no longer
kissing or caressing.

I just served you notice that
you need better protection.

Who is she?

I wanted him to come
inside me, but he wouldn't.

A new patient.

So I
surrendered my body to him.

Oh, yeah, quite a work of art.

Isn't she?

She's got so much sexual
repression going on,

she actually believes
her nightmares are real.

I've got a flash for you, Doc.

She ain't the only one
sexually repressed.

Quite a work of art, like
on the hubba, hubba scale.

Sometimes, Police Detective
Sigmund Freud, a cigar

is just a cigar.

My interest is
strictly clinical.

Yeah, I guess this is the
point where I'm supposed to say,

since when do you carry
cigars in your pants?

Buddump bump.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah, you know where it is.

I guess you heard
about victim number five.

Yeah.

Is that connected to
the other murders?

Oh, yeah.

Same maniac, no bout adout it.

Beautiful girl found,
spread legs, sexually posed,

evidence of sexual violation.

Any clue as to who
might have done it?

No.

Your guess is as good as mine.

Come on, Jonathan.

Since you're being paid
as forensic consultant,

I was hoping you
had a better guess.

I don't.

I can give you a
profile, though.

Most serial killers are white
males from the lower classes

using their notoriety
to try to gain

entrance to the upper classes.

Ultimately, what they want,
though, is sexual gratification.

Put quite simply, Harry,
they're star fuckers.

Yeah, well, that's about as
much help as telling me as kids

they all wet their bed, tortured
small animals, and lit fires.

I know, but that's
all we've got to go on.

I think we've got
our work cut out

for us in this one, my friend.

Yeah.

Hello, Laura.

Something wrong?

No.

Yes.

I had another episode.

I see.

Well, why don't you
tell me about it?

And this time, I'll
help you remember.

No, please, no hypnosis.

This is nothing
to be afraid of.

We simply want to
relax your defenses

a little so we can open up a
pathway to the subconscious.

Now, if you remove your
eyeglasses, we can begin.

Please, Dr. Brooks,
I'd rather not.

Laura, therapy only works
if you want it to work.

You do want it to
work, don't you?

Yes.

Then, please.

That's quite a shiner.

How did you get it?

It's nothing.

I bumped into a cupboard
door, that's all.

Sometimes I'm a
little bit clumsy.

I see.

Well, why don't you
put your feet up

and make yourself comfortable?

I want you to
focus on this light

and think of someplace calming.

Where are you, Laura?

At the sea.

Good.

Now, listen to the
voice of the sea.

It's seductive.

Never ceasing.

And feel the sea.

Its touch is sensuous.

It's enveloping you in
a soft, warm embrace.

Close your eyes, Laura.

My voice is inside your head.

My words are your thoughts.

Now, try to think back when you
climbed into bed last night.

Do you remember what
you were wearing?

My flannel pajamas.

They're so comfortable.

They make you feel
protected, secure.

Yes.

I'm in control.

Nothing can hurt me.

No one can hurt me.

Try to remember what you
were wearing when you woke up.

Nothing.

I'm naked on the bed.

I'm cold.

I reach for the covers,
but I can't move.

Why can't you move?

I don't know.

My hands won't-- my hands
are tied to the bed.

Not yet.

Please, if you let me go,
I'll do anything you want.

You're going to
do that anyway.

You bastard!

When I get out of
this, I'll kill you.

You'll never hurt a woman again!

I scream obscenities
at him, and I cry.

He enters me.

I scream in pain.

I'm very loud.

He's very angry.

What does he do, Laura?

He hits me.

Where?

In the eye.

Laura.

Laura!

So my original
diagnosis was wrong.

Her nightmares were real.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't have
a chance to explore further.

As quickly as Laura
Nesbitt came into my life,

she departed from it.

Laura, this is a big mistake.

We've barely
scratched the surface.

You need more therapy.

Everything is OK.

I'm fine, really.

I'll call you if
I have a relapse.

Laura.

Laura?

Helen, could you get Miss
Nesbitt again for me, please?

Certainly.

Thank you.

The number's disconnected.

Do you have a card on her?

Oh, yes.

There's no address.

Oh, she refused
to give that to us.

How do we bill her?

Well, she pays in
cash every visit.

Oh, Dr. Brooks, I didn't
think that would be a problem

as long as she paid cash.
- That's all right, Helen.

You've done nothing wrong.

That's how I make my living,
fulfilling the desires of men.

Men of all varieties.

Come to me, I say to him.

Only I don't charge him.

Why
don't you charge him?

It would be wrong.

He's giving me as much
pleasure as I'm giving him.

Jonathan.

Hi, honey.

Why aren't you dressed?

You forgot, didn't you?

No, no, I didn't forget.

Yes, you did.

We're going tonight
with my mother

to meet the wedding director.

Oh, Jonathan,
that's not like you.

You're usually so reliable.

I know.

It's just this serial
killer's got me nuts.

What did I tell you?

Never become
personally involved.

That's why I'm
such a good lawyer.

Whether my client is a
scoundrel or a saint,

I give them the
same representation.

Now, come on, let's
get a move on.

Honey, do you think you
could do this solo tonight?

I'm really not up for it.

Jonathan.

Well, I don't have time for
you to shower and dress anyway.

But you have
officially forfeited

your right to complain about
any of my wedding decisions.

I'm sure they're
in good hands.

All right.

I'm no longer
kissing or caressing.

I'm only clinging.

I want him to come.

Laura?

Laura, Jesus.

Laura?

What happened?

You fainted.

And you caught me?

Yes.

Where are you taking me?

To lie down.

To your bed?

- Yes.
- No, no.

I can't go there.

Yes.

No, please, I can't go there!

You're like all the others!

You only want one thing!

Please, oh, god, let me go!

Oh, god!

Come on, calm down.
Calm down.

Let me go.

Please.

Laura, relax!

Please let me go.

In the bedroom!

Hurry up.

Oh, I forgot to ask you--

Oh, god, get me out.

What the hell's going on?

Please, oh, god, let me go!

She's a patient of mine.

Could you go into
the medicine cabinet

and get-- get my thorax, please?

Please?

Yes.

Get me out.
I've got to go.

I've got to go.

Listen to me, Laura.

You just want what's
between my legs.

That's why you've been
fucking with my mind!

Let me go.

Oh, god, let me go, please.

Oh, god, let me go!

Let me go.

All right, hold
her down, please.

Hold her down.
- Let me out.

Let me out.

Let me go!

No, no!
Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Let me go.

Oh, god.
Let me out.

Let me out.

She's going to be all right.

Let her sleep.

I don't like this one bit.

Honey, I did not do this.

She just showed up at our door.

How did she get your address?

I don't know.

Oh, Jonathan, do you know why
we're so perfect for each other?

Because both of
us are completely

in control of our lives.

No messes, no surprises.

That's why I fell for you.

Do you understand?

So can you see why something
like this upsets me so much?

Close your eyes, Laura.

Now, I want you to think
back to last night.

Go back in time.

Try to remember waking up.

Open your eyes, Laura.

Well, Hello.

What is this place?

What do you
think it is, Laura?

Well, since you just answered
a question with one of your own,

I'd say it's a
psychiatrist's office.

Is that what you are?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Dr. Jonathan Brooks.

I hear an intelligent
man's orgasm is much more

complex than the average man's.

And the name is Lana, not Laura.

Hypnosis?

Yes.

You want to tell me
about last night?

I bet you've boffed a lot of
patience with this little gizmo.

I have not.

That would be unethical.

Unethical?

Maybe, but very manly.

What did I do last night?

I can tell you one thing.

I definitely wasn't
wearing this.

What were you wearing?

Naughty, naughty doctor.

Remember, you're not a man.

You're a psychiatrist.

I was asking as
a psychiatrist.

Oh, I see.

Then, in the
interest of science,

I guess I'll answer you.

No, I'll show you.

Last night I just
stayed at home.

Oh, there was that little
incident, but it was nothing.

Why don't you
tell me about it?

I was in my bathroom.

I'd just run the
water for a bath.

I was getting undressed when I
saw a reflection in the mirror.

It was the man next door.

He was watching me.

What did you do?

I took off my clothes, slowly.

First my top, then my skirt.

But I didn't get into
the water just yet.

I posed for him.

I began moving from one side
of the bathroom to the other.

Very slowly, very
deliberately, very nakedly.

And then?

Then I lowered
myself into the tub.

I made sure he
could still see me.

I began soaping myself.

First my arms, then my
neck, then my breasts.

Then I slide myself
under the faucet.

I spread my legs under it
and I turn the water on.

I understand your pain.

All those women who aroused
your desires and then said no.

But I won't say no, Jonathan.

Whatever you ask.

Yes, yes.

A thousand times yes.

But not yet.

You're not ready for me yet.

Try it on one of your
other patients first.

I'll send you someone.

Laura's
problem was now clear.

Her sexual instincts were
so severely repressed,

they had taken on an identity
of their own, the bad girl Lana.

I couldn't get Laura's
words out of my mind.

I try not
to think about it.

JONATHAN
I'll send you someone.

But then all of a
sudden there's someone,

and I think, oh, I'd
love to touch that.

I wonder what he's like naked.

But then I remember I'm
married and I think,

I'll never experience
another man's body.

And I cry.

JONATHAN
The problem

was, many patients transfer
their lusts and desires

to their therapists.

How would I know
the one she'd send?

I guess I'm just bored.

Have you
considered having an affair?

I wish it were that easy.

I'm a married woman.

I won't even consider
making a move

unless I first get a signal.

A signal?

That I'm open for approach.

You know, I might cross
my legs repeatedly,

dangle shoe from my toe, repeat
his name during conversation.

Well, why don't you
give those signals?

Who wants to give signals?

The whole idea is to
have someone pursue me.

I want to be swept off my feet

Now at
least I knew what to look for.

I dreamed that I met
someone, Jonathan, a stranger.

A stranger that would make
improper advances towards me.

But I wouldn't repel him.

He would see through my blouse.

He would admire my breasts
in all their fullness.

He will be sexual in a way with
me that I've never experienced,

Jonathan.

He'll take care of me
both body and soul.

He'll know me better
than I know myself.

It was then that I
knew that I desperately

needed to see a psychiatrist.

And after I saw him, I
knew the psychiatrist

desperately had to see me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come here.

Well, could be nothing.

Card found in the
victim's house, apartment.

Guys out in vice are
familiar with the place.

It's a specialty house.

You know, Perversions R Us.

The thing this guy sends out for
is S&M. The problem is the girls

don't know that he
plays for keeps.

You think the victims
are prostitutes?

Well, they keep broadcasting
the fact that they're

actresses, gorgeous enough
to be soap opera stars,

but they can't all be.

So what's the deal, Harry?

Why did you bring me along?

Well, I thought we'd try a
new twist on the old good cop,

bad cop theme, you know?

Bad cop, good trick.

I'll bruise him and
you say, there, there.

He asked me to tell him
something dirty, so I said, OK.

The kitchen, the bathroom, the
garage are absolutely filthy.

What an asshole.

Probably can't get it up.

How can I help you gentlemen?

Have you got any submissives?

Well, whatever is
your secret fantasy.

Our name and motto.

It's very catchy.

Thanks.

I'd like to talk to them.

Whatever gets you off.

Ma'am, this is
not a pleasure call.

Where's the search warrant?

Sure as hell didn't take you
long to get that out, did it?

You get the feeling that she's
been through this before?

Enough times to know that
you need a search warrant.

Wrong.

We're not here searching.

We're here talking.

There's no such thing as
a conversation warrant.

Well, I can't imagine
what we'd talk about.

My girls are models,
not prostitutes.

Ma'am, I don't
give a damn if you're

selling tickets to watching the
girls screw barnyard animals.

We're not vice.

So you say, but I have
cops coming in here all

the time threatening
to bust us if we

don't give them a free sample.

How do I know it's
not your story?

All right, I'll tell you what,
why don't we start from the top?

See, we're investigating a
murder, possibly several,

and we have reason to
believe that the killer

might have hired one of
your girls, a submissive.

I'm supposed to take
your word on that?

Oh, man.

All right, listen, I give up.
You win.

You're too clever for me.

I'm just here for a
free piece of ass.

Yeah.

Harry.

Hey, hey, chill, chill.

Harry.

Let Jesse rob this bank.

I suppose you want some too.

I beg your pardon?

I think she likes you.

There's nothing more
thrilling to a girl

when a man first
considers her a woman.

I bet you think
I'm a grown woman.

Everyone else around here
treats me like I'm a child.

Her breasts are just starting
to distinguish themselves.

That feels so good.

You're making me so wet.

They say a girl never
forgets her first.

Does it really hurt as much
as they say the first time?

She trusts you.

You look gentle.

Oh, yeah.

There you go.

Hey.

You're paying for it?

Well, now you know I'm
the kind of cop who'll never

arrest you for prostitution.

Think we can find
that submissive now?

There were two of them.

One quit.

Well, think maybe I can
see the one that didn't quit?

You're looking at her.

All right.

I don't know how
I can help you.

None of the dominants
that I know would apply.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

Wait a minute.

Are we speaking
the same language?

I mean, all these guys get their
rocks off by whipping women.

Whips and chains
are not an indication

of a violent personality
type, but simply

a desire to explore
feelings of power and trust

in a sexual context.

Doc, I'm going to need
an English-to-English

translation on this one.

Well, what she's
saying is true.

No, most of the time, their
purpose isn't to be cruel,

but to force their
partners into pleasures

they otherwise couldn't accept.

What is this here?

You both are blowing
smoke up my ass here?

These are the customers
we've had trouble with.

Wait a minute, what about
the submissive who quit?

You've got a way of
getting in touch with her?

I wish.

I had big plans for that girl.

I never knew another girl
who enjoyed this line of work

as much as she did.

What about a name?

I've got several.

She changed her name to
suit her customers' fancy.

OK.

I'm going to keep this,
but here's my card.

If she contacts you,
give me a call, OK?

OK.

You boys come back anytime.

Oh, you can bet on it.

Don't let the door knob hit you.

Jennifer, honey.

She's in the kitchen.

What are you doing here?

Jennifer invited
me to watch videos.

I'll take them.

Hi, honey.

I'm just making some
canapes for the movies.

How long has my
patient been here?

Lana?

Oh, about an hour, I guess.

You know, that's funny.

The other night I
could have sworn

you said her name was Laura.

Have you guys--

did you talk to her?

No, we just sat and stared
at each other in silence.

Of course I spoke to her.

About what?

About you, of course.

Come on.

And after I saw him, I
knew the psychiatrist would

desperately need to see me.

I think I'm going to go now.

Turn that off.

Honey, let's not make
any grand assessments.

The only grand
assessment I'm making

is that my fiancee is
fucking one of his patients.

Am I wrong?

Am I jumping to conclusions?

Well, no.

But--

But what?

But it's a new kind of therapy?

Tell me, what is it
that you're doing there?

Why don't we both
just calm down and we

can discuss this rationally?

But you already seem
perfectly calm to me, Jonathan,

and you're the one that's
doing all the discussing.

So please, begin the discussion.

That's what I thought.

Goodbye, Jonathan.
Goodbye?

What do you mean goodbye?

Where are you going?

Oh, for god's sake,
you don't need me.

You need someone to fulfill
your adolescent needs.

I've evolved beyond that point,
and I thought you had too.

I was wrong.

Goodbye.

Let her go.

We don't need her.

You bitch.

You did this to me.

No need to thank me.

I enjoyed the movie.

She's very flexible.

Get out.

If that's what you desire.

I only did what you wanted.

What I wanted?

You set me up.

You sent that girl to me.

I didn't send her.

She's nobody I know.

What do you mean?

That's right.

You seduced her all by yourself.

I did not.

I did?

I think you're
ready for me now.

And then do you want
know what happened?

The guy in the record
store tried to pick me up.

How did you feel about that?

I was shocked.

My husband was waiting
in the car for me.

No, I mean,
what were you thinking

while he was making the pass?

Oh.

I was thinking about his mouth.

I wanted my mouth
to be on his mouth.

Thrilling, wasn't it?

I bet you never felt so alive.

That's exactly
what it was like.

He was a new thrill
I wanted to try.

But then I remembered my husband
and I didn't know what to do.

Why are you smiling?

You just reminded me
of something Mae West

once said in a movie.

She's trying to choose
between two men, one of whom

she's already had.

And so she says, "Caught
between two evils,

I usually choose the
one I've never tried."

I began dispensing advice that
could easily blow up in my face.

I was in total danger
and yet felt safer

than at any time in my life.

The truth is, Dr. Brooks, I'd
do it if I could only figure out

how to keep it from Leonard.

Well, maybe you
don't want to have an affair.

Maybe you're just rationalizing.

No, it's a real issue.

Leonard knows where
I am virtually

every moment of the day.

And he makes sure to
call me wherever I am.

Well, he can't call you here.

I only take crisis
calls during sessions.

I hadn't thought about that.

No, it won't work.

I can't give up my
sessions with you, Doctor.

They're what keep me going.

Who says you have
to give them up?

Dr. Brooks, are you
propositioning me?

I don't know.

Would you like me to?

I don't know.

I should be offended.

No, outraged.

But I'm not.

Yes?

Your
2 o'clock is here.

Thank you.

Dr. Brooks, I want
you to hypnotize me.

Well, I thought you
didn't like hypnosis.

I don't.

It's a necessary evil.

I think I was raped last night.

Raped?

Are you sure?

Do you remember it?

No.

Well, then how do you
know you were raped?

When I woke up this morning,
I was sore down there,

and I smelled sinful.

Sinful?

Like a man, musky with sweat.

And there was something else.

The faint smell of cologne.

Possession.

Well, I suppose I could
hypnotize you to get

your memory back, but that'd be
just covering old ground now,

wouldn't it?

Why don't we just sit here
at the table today and talk?

Talk?

About what?

Oh, I don't know.

Sex?

Oh, no, I couldn't
talk about that.

I think that might
be part of the problem.

Were you happy as a child?

Yes.

Boyfriends?

No.

Boys ignored me.

You know, I find
that hard to believe.

I bet you were a
very pretty girl.

You know what I think?

I think that when men
look in your eyes,

they dream about being happy.

Well, Dr. Brooks,
I don't think you

should say such things.

Nonsense, and
call me Jonathan.

What's that?

I don't know.

It has my name on it.

It's a key and an address.

Why don't we take a drive?

There's a note.

"This room is not of
this world, Jonathan.

It is a dream world
only we can inhabit.

Whatever fantasy you
desire, I will fulfill.

Lana."

I decided to wait.

Don't move.

This has got to
be some kind of mistake.

I'm meeting someone.

In my apartment?

Your apartment?

That's right.

Tie your ankles.

Hey, look, I'm a--

if you just let me
reach into my pocket,

I'll show you some
identification.

I am a doctor, and I'm supposed
to be meeting someone here.

A patient.

Since when do doctors
make house calls?

Do it.

OK, OK.

Cuff yourself.

Yes, I'd like to
report a burglary.

Yes, he looks
extremely dangerous.

No, no.

I think I have it under
control, but please,

send someone immediately.

Bye.

Don't say a word.

Just give me the gun.

Oh, thank god
you're here, Lana.

This woman thinks that
I'm some kind of burglar.

Kindly explain to her that this
was all just a misunderstanding.

Turn around.

What were you going
to do with my friend?

Turn him over to the police.

Take off your clothes.

Lana, what are you doing?

Just sit there and
relax and enjoy it.

No, get these handcuffs off
me and let's get out of here.

She's repressed, Jonathan.

She finds an attractive
man in her apartment,

and all she can think of
doing is calling the police.

Do as I say.

Don't you desire her, Jonathan?

It's you that I want.

And you'll have me.

But she's new,
unconquered flesh.

And I want you to have
every possible pleasure.

Lana, this is crazy.

Take her, Jonathan.

You won't have this
opportunity again.

Remove his trousers.

Doesn't that feel good?

Lana, we'd better go.

She called the police.

The police?

Why would she call them?

Well, how about
breaking and entering

for starters, and now rape?

Rape?

Who did we rape?

Who?

That woman.

Where did she go?

We're all alone, Jonathan.

No, I mean, she
was just-- we just--

It's late, Jonathan.

I want to feel like
a child being put

to bed, like a beautiful child.

And you'll be in bed
with me, Jonathan.

And I will give you the most
wonderful erotic dreams.

Hello, Dr. Brook's office.

No, he's not in yet, Tamara.

Hold on a moment, please.

Dr. Brook's office.

Yes, I told him
you called, Beth.

I'll tell him as
soon as he gets in.

Hold, please.

You're late.

Something came up.

Do I have any mail?

Beth called three
times, Clarissa twice.

She says she has
to see you today.

And Detective Danoff
is in your office.

And we still haven't
had our talk.

Hey.

Hey, Jonathan.

Tell me something, does this
hypnosis stuff really work?

If you want it to.

All hypnosis is
essentially self hypnosis.

Sounds like
one hell of a scam to me.

Well, it seems that
you and the madam

were right about
those dominants.

They all had alibis, huh?

Cream puffs.

We leaned on one of them.

Biker, no less.

He immediately coughed up the
name of one of his friends.

Did you question him?

No.

No, not yet.

He's been avoiding
all his hangouts.

It's lucky for me I've got
such a great self image,

or I'd believe he didn't
want me in his life.

Hey, hey, hey.

You all right?

I'm fine, Harry.

Yes?

HELEN
Crisis call, line one.

Well, if it's Clarissa--

It
sounds like Laura.

Yes, I'll take that.

Hello?

Lana, is that you?

Jonathan, we must
have sex immediately.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I can make that.

Harry, I have an emergency.

I've got to go.

Yeah.

Cancel my appointments.

Jonathan, I need
to speak to you.

Make an appointment
with Helen.

But, Jonathan, you
can't do this to me.

Hi.

I wondered if you'd come.

I brought something for you.

I don't care much for
sentimental gestures, Jonathan.

Oh.

But these roses are
heavy with meaning for me.

They have all the
virtue of mortality.

They're born, they flower, and
they die, just like people.

The color is blood red.

Sensual.

Do you trust me, Jonathan?

With my life.

Good.

I expect nothing less.

What are you doing up?

I've got some things I got
to take care of at the office.

Call in sick.

No, I can't.

I've been doing that for
the past couple of weeks.

I'm coming right back.

Don't even try it.

Save your little pecks on
the cheek for Suzy Homemaker,

not for me.

I'll be back soon.

Messages, Helen?

No.

Aren't you going
to answer the phone?

No.

It wouldn't help.

I'm sure you have no
intention of keeping

today's appointments either.

You're Dr. Brooks?

Yes, I am.

Who are you?

You don't know
me, Doc, but you

do know my wife, Tammy Simmons.

Oh, yes.

Listen, I don't
have a lot of time.

That's all right, Doc.

See, I really didn't
come here to talk.

You've done too much of
that already with my wife.

I guess next time you'll
think twice about telling

Tammy to have an affair.

Yes, Helen, what is it?

I want you to read this.

What is it?

My resignation.

You're leaving me?

Why?

You've left me no choice.

I can't work for a
man I don't respect.

You don't keep
your appointments,

you're lying to your
patients, and worst of all,

you're screwing them.

Have a nice life, Dr. Brooks.

Why aren't you
returning my phone calls?

Why are you canceling
all of our appointments?

I'm sorry, but this has
been a very bad time for me.

Oh, please.

I don't want to hear
your explanations.

I've decided to file sexual
misconduct charges against you

with the AMA.

I wanted you to know.

Clarissa.

Why?

Because you took advantage
of me, Jonathan, at a time

that I was very vulnerable.

I'm sorry.

I'm the only one here.

Hello?

Where are you, darling?

I'm with a patient right now.

Is it important?

I need you.

Very important?

My body is desperate for you.

Yes, I'd like to be
there with you too.

Oh, god.

Wait, I'll have
to call you back.

Jonathan?

Please don't go.

I think we need to talk.

Jonathan?

So what's been going on?

How have you been feeling?

I just felt that
with you by my side,

that I could handle anything
that life threw at me.

Clarissa, nobody's perfect.

You lied to me,
and I trusted you.

I think you're
making more out of this

than what's really there.

You're a cold-hearted bastard.

Is that all that I was to
you is just a sexy body?

What are you bitching about?

Most women would love to
be considered a sexy body.

Who the hell are you?

I confess, I'm
Jonathan's lover.

What?

Yeah.

Who are you?

Clarissa, this is Lana.

She's--

This is a private
consultation.

Clarissa.

Oh, I remember now.

You're the one that
Jonathan fucked.

Oh my god.

Did you tell her that?

Oh, don't be upset.

You were very hot.

We used you to get in the mood.

I have nothing more
to say, Dr. Brooks.

I'll let my lawyer do
the rest of the talking.

That was a stupid thing to do.

I think I'm
going to leave you.

Leave me?

Why, what did I do?

When I choose a man,
I want all of him.

I won't take second
place to his job.

What, this?

This means nothing to me.

She's going to bring me up
before the board of review.

I didn't even follow her.

I'm here with you.

For you.

Are you, Jonathan?

Are you here for me?

I would do anything for you.

You know that.

Would you murder for me?

You're joking.

I'm not joking.

Would you kill for me?

I don't find
this amusing, Lana.

I thought you would
jump into the fire for me.

I would, Lana.

I would sacrifice
my life for you.

But I could never
take somebody else's.

No, you bastard!

I thought you said you
couldn't kill anyone.

Now you know how
easy it is to kill.

Don't be so hard on
yourself, darling.

If the circumstances are right,
everybody can commit murder.

You should know that.

Remember, no turning back.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Harry.

No, I haven't seen the news.

Hold on a second.

Police have yet to release
the name of the suspect,

but reports are he's been tied
to at least one of the murders.

Here comes the
detective in charge.

Detective Danoff, what
evidence do you have linking

the suspect to the murders?

Lucy you've been
working the crime

beat long enough to
know that I can't

divulge investigative details.

Can you at least tell us why
you arrested the man in custody?

Sure.

We found the murder
weapon on him.

The murder weapon?

But I thought all the
victims were strangled?

Well, you see, after a couple
of weeks of surveillance,

we found that the
man in question

was in possession of two hands.

Now, if you excuse me,
Lucy, I've got work to do.

Thank you very much.

More on this
story as it unfolds.

NEWSREADER (ON
TV): Thanks, Lucy.

Now let's check the
weather on the local scene.

The interrogations?

Yeah, I guess I can come.

Oh, and, Harry, it's not nice
to make fun of reporters.

OK.

NEWSREADER
High tides early

for all you surfers tomorrow.

Sunrise at 6:15, sunset at 7:00.

Yo.

Nice.

So how did you connect
him to the murders?

The guy simply confessed.

To all five murders?

Well, that's the
fly in the ointment.

He only admitted to one
victim, number five.

That's why I need you here,
to get your personal opinion

about this.

Real crazy stuff is going on.

How'd you leave her?

Dead.

Tied up, or did
you take your rope

with you for your next victim?

What, are you deaf?

I told you there
was no next victim.

It wasn't a rope.

It was a bathrobe belt.

I see.

There was just one.

Only one.

So what does that
make you, some kind

of freaking hero because you
only killed one instead of five?

Let me tell you
something, buddy boy.

You know, you'd make it a
whole lot easier on yourself

if you fessed up to all five.

You see, if you kill five,
that makes you insane.

But if you only kill one, you're
just some nasty, slimy, garden

variety, cold-blooded killer.

I ain't insane.

You're not insane.

Oh, of course not.

You're not insane.

You just do murders because
your chick tells you to.

That the song you're
going to sing, huh?

Huh?

She was no ordinary chick.

Yeah, because,
my man, you were in love.

You'd do anything
she told you to.

Love?

It was sex, man.

Pure sex.

See, she was the hungriest
piece of ass I'd ever had.

Can I tell you something?

That sounds like someone
I'd really love to meet.

Yeah, well, I can't help
you there, man, because I

don't know shit about her.

See, raw sex is
impossible if you

know too much about
your lady, because then

she's no longer just a body.

Tell me something, is there
any reason she'd have you

murdered a victim in question?

I don't know.

PMS, maybe.

Get this asshole out of here.

Piece of shit.

His girlfriend made him do it.

You know, at least
with Son of Sam,

he got direct orders
from Satan's dog.

You don't think the
mystery woman exists?

I don't know.

Let's go see what our
expert psychologist thinks.

Well, Doc, what do you think?

Where the hell is he?

In my dreams, I'm
no stranger to love.

That's how I make my living,
fulfilling the desires of men.

Men of all varieties.

Oh, yeah, that's her, all
right, although I'm a bit

surprised she's in therapy.

I thought working
here was her therapy.

Hey, if you see her
again, tell her that she's

welcome back here any time.

You, you murdered them.

Are you all right.

Dr. Brooks?

Laura?

I know I shouldn't be here.

I was afraid to go to sleep.

I didn't have any
place else to go.

That's quite all right.

You said I murdered them?

Have I done something wrong?

Laura, we need to talk.

Please, come sit down.

You're a very sick girl.

You need help.

Can't you help me?

No, I've compromised myself.

And you've done some things
while you were unconscious

that I really need
to report before you

can get the help you need.

Don't call the police.

They already have the murderer.

Hello, Lana.

No, they don't.

He might have been the weapon,
but you pulled the trigger.

It's that same shit you're
trying to pull on me.

Not the same.

Moss was a brute.

I didn't care for him.

Not like I care for you.

What do you take me for?

A man like other men.

Easy to control once
you know their weakness.

Weakness?

If it makes your dick
hard, it's a weakness.

There never was
a Laura, was there?

Different bait
for different fish.

With Moss, I was a submissive.

With you, I was a
troubled little angel

with multiple personalities.

Shit.

Laura.

Don't be upset.

I'm exactly what you need.

You call the police,
there'll be no one

to save you from Clarissa.

Fuck Clarissa.

It's her word against mine.

It's erotic transference,
a very common phenomenon.

Maybe.

Maybe it's in her mind.

Maybe it's in a videotape.

Where are they?

I sent them to Clarissa.

What?

Plus the tapes
of you and Beth.

What is it exactly
that you want from me?

Only what you
want, sexual freedom.

You want me to kill for you?

For me?

No.

For you.

Kill Clarissa.

Clarissa?

You want me, Jonathan?

No.

Admit it, Jonathan.

The body has its own morality.

At this moment, you want me more
than you've ever wanted anyone.

Listen to the flesh, Jonathan.

The flesh never lies.

You want me?

Take me.

A sixth body was found today,
which raises the question,

did the police
arrest the right man

or is this simply the
work of a copycat killer?

If the murder is
related, it would

bring to six the total number
of the strangler's victims.

The police are understandably
embarrassed by this latest

murder and are
offering no comment.

Not much is known about
this latest victim.

Like the others, a beautiful
woman, perhaps too beautiful.

In a town built on the buying
and selling of beautiful bodies,

perhaps it should
surprise none of us

that human life has
become this cheap.

You want to tell me about her?

How'd you know?

Well, it wasn't
difficult to figure out.

I knew something
was troubling you,

and I knew she was your patient.

Not just any patient, Harry.

A patient I slept with.

How about a drink?

Did you know that
almost all murderers

judged criminally insane were
sexually repressed as children?

It's a fact.

Somewhere along
the line, someone

told them that sex was bad,
so they murdered their sex.

But when you murder your
sex, it doesn't die.

It just becomes
plain old murder.

She offered herself
to me and I accepted.

She asked me to kill.

Enjoying it.

Expecting me to enjoy it.

And for the first time since
I met her, I felt defiance.

I looked into her eyes
and I saw the future.

No judge was going
to convict her.

She'd done nothing wrong.

She'd had all her men do
the dirty work for her.

So I made a decision.

I put my hands around
Lana's neck and I squeezed.

Sex can be an act
of murder, Harry.

All men kill the
things they love.

And I did.

I did.

Now I guess it's time for
that "you've got the right

to remain silent" bit.

No.

No, it's time for another drink.

You understand the
system pretty well, Doc.

The hell with water.

Doc, do you remember
that time you helped

me when I killed that perp?

I was going to quit the force.

And you talked me out of it.

You know, I never really
thanked you for that.

Yes, you did, Harry.

Not really.

I thanked you for talking me
out of quitting the force,

but I never thanked you for
talking me out of quitting life.

It's true.

I would have if not for you.

You know the funniest
thing with scotch?

I drink enough of
it, the next day

I don't remember what I said,
what I did, or what I heard.

So, Doc, why don't you
just keep on talking

and I'll keep on drinking?

Who knows, perhaps tomorrow will
be a better day for both of us.