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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.