All language subtitles for 1996 - Body of influence 2

It's just, I don't know, I feel
disconnected from everyone since I moved

It's what I wanted, after all. I mean,
back home, everyone knew me, and I hated

it.

So I guess I found what I was looking
for, and now I just feel lost.

And now it's spending half its time in
Europe without me.

It's just not what I expected when I
married into royalty.

I thought I'd improve my quality of life
by accepting the buyout, but now I have

the same problems and less money.

I mean, how can anyone live in L .A. on
20K a month?

Oral hygiene is very... important to me.
I just can't stop thinking about teeth,

even when I'm asleep.

Teeth, teeth, teeth.

I don't even know what's wrong with me,
because one time I broke up with this

guy I was dating, because one time he
smiled really big, and he had a great

tooth, and I just lost him. You know,
like, if they can't take care of their

teeth, they can't take care of me.

I thought that Paxil was the answer,
because I could still have a drink now

then, but it made me so wired all the
time.

Prozac and Zoloft killed my secretary,
and my wife threatened to leave me.

Xanax turned me into a sloth, and
Pondemon?

It broke me out in this rash.

I guess there's always Valium, but I was
kind of hoping for something more.

You know, cutting edge.

What do you think?

A lot of people in this city have
problems.

They tell me all about them.

They talk, I listen.

I charge $300 an hour.

Sometimes they want advice, sometimes
prescriptions along with it, but usually

talk is enough.

My patients usually have a lot more
money than answers.

Mostly, they just want someone to listen
without holding it against them, and I

don't. It's good for them, and good for
me, too.

Easier to keep a distance.

Distance is crucial for me.

All that changed when I met Lisa.

I never guessed where things would go,
especially considering the way they

started. In fact, for a while, I didn't
think she was going to talk about

anything at all.

I'm sorry. I don't know where to start.
I don't mean to keep wasting your time.

This is your time, however you feel you
need to spend it.

But we do only have a few minutes left
today. Is there anything you want to

about before next session?

Something you'd like to work on between
now and then?

No, I don't think so.

I just get so mad at myself sometimes.

Why is that?

For wasting another session on nothing.

When you first came to me, you said you
wanted a twice -a -week schedule.

Maybe you'd feel more comfortable if we
tried just once a week.

I don't know.

I feel so alone in the world. Do you
know what I mean?

And I just wish I wasn't so afraid all
the time.

Why? Is there something in particular
you're afraid of?

I think my life is in danger.

Every night, I go to sleep, fearing that
I'll be killed before I wake up.

Well, forgive me, but this is our eighth
session, and is there some reason why

you've waited until now to mention this?

I was afraid you wouldn't believe me.

Okay, perhaps we should stick with the
twice -a -week schedule.

We'll pick this up on Thursday.

Same time, then? No, please let me stay.
I'll pay for another hour.

I'm sorry, but we're past our time. I
have another patient waiting.

I understand.

Thank you, Dr. Benson.

I believe you are someone I can trust.

I apologize for not realizing that
earlier.

Carrie, will you send in Mrs.

Chambers, please?

Hey there, Rick.

Guess you're out peeping in someone's
windows again.

Tomorrow at 9 works fine with me. We'll
see you then. Bye.

This is Dr. Benson.

Any messages for me?

Thanks for being so understanding.

I feel silly for acting the way I did
last time I was here.

There's no need to feel silly, but let's
talk about it now.

How long have you feared for your life?

Well, I had a dream last night.

Can I talk about that instead?

You could, but last session you were
quite upset that we couldn't talk about

fears you were feeling.

You've always told me it was up to me
how I spent my sessions, and I really

to talk about the dream.

It concerns me.

How does it concern you?

Always the same, only different.

The dream is different?

Everything is different.

There's a man with me.

A stranger.

Is there anything familiar about the
man?

I don't know.

Sometimes I think so.

The men are always different.

Lisa. Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Dr. Benson.

How is this dream related to your fear?

I don't know, but I always feel
terrified when I wake up.

Did you feel frightened just now?

No. But you were here. I feel safe with
you.

I'm afraid I don't specialize in issues
that are primarily sexually related.

Oh, I didn't know. I didn't mean to make
you feel uncomfortable.

That's all right.

I'd like to refer you to a highly
qualified colleague, Dr. Hillary

She does very good work in this area.

Well, if I promise not to talk about
sex, can I continue to see you?

Well, issues of sexuality play a major
part in many people's lives.

If you feel terror after waking from an
erotic dream, you should focus on that.

See, your dreams may represent something
totally different than you think.

You shouldn't dismiss them.

It's more important that I have someone
I trust, and I trust you.

Well, if you promise to see Hillary,
then you may continue with me through

transition period.

Thank you.

I have no one else.

Hello. Tom, you in there?

Oh,

I'm sorry.

What is it? A new patient?

A little woman?

Am I getting warm here?

I can't talk about my cases. You know
that.

I also know you better than anybody
else. I can tell when somebody's getting

under your skin, like before.

Another round.

Hi. Great, thank you.

You know, another one of these and I'm
going to have to take away your car

It's my last one, I promise.

All right, I was thinking about a
patient.

But I referred her to Hillary Ferguson,
so it's done.

It must be somebody special for you to
ship her off so fast.

No, it's nothing.

Just... There's something about her.
Something I can't quite... Ah, forget

I shouldn't be thinking about her
anyway.

Oh, shit. I gotta go to work. What? It's
almost midnight.

Privatized work is never done.

So what's the case?

Well, some guy in Silver Lake, he thinks
his wife is fucking around on him.

Is she?

Well, she wasn't. Till her husband hired
me.

You're not. I couldn't help myself. The
lady's got legs like a fucking python.

Pythons have legs?

You know what I mean.

Impossible. At least unpredictable.

Now, wait a minute now. So does this
lady know that her husband's paying you

have her follow him? Yeah, sure.

She even poses for pictures, man.

She tells her husband she's going out
with the girls. I take a couple of shots

of her on a stool in some bar. She tells
him she's going to the movies. I snap

her at the box office.

I'm not only making the guy happy, but
she's getting a documented photo record

of her alibis.

Such a sweet story.

Hey, don't knock it.

You're really nice to me.

Maybe I'll give you some copies of the
extra special ones.

Well, well.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Weiss. Hey, Murphy.

What are you doing here? I thought only
scumbag cops hung out in this joint.

Just thought I'd see how the other half
lives.

Still hanging around with the whores?

Only your daughter.

Hey, Doc.

Still on the wagon?

Good for you.

Get off his back, Murphy.

You got a problem with me, you leave him
at it.

Problem with you?

It's your brother who thinks he's
smarter than me.

I just want to let him know I haven't
forgotten.

Hey.

Hey, come on, don't worry about it, huh?

Little Prick's just pissed off because
you solved his case for him, you left

nothing to do.

Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. Hey,
if he gives you any more shit, you let

know, all right?

Sure.

Sorry, I gotta run.

Come on, my brother.

These are on me.

You take it easy. All right.

I spoke with Dr. Ferguson this morning,
and she told me that you didn't show up

for your first session.

Now, I agreed to continue seeing you to
help with your adjustment to a new

therapist, but you have to do your part,
too.

Walter was wrong, as usual.

Who's Walter?

My husband.

Your husband?

He's the one who insisted that I come to
see you. He's paying for these

sessions.

I thought you said you were alone.

The times I feel most alone are when I'm
with him.

I'm sure I'm not the first woman who's
ever felt that way.

Well, that's true, but it has been more
than a month and you've never mentioned

him and you don't wear a ring.

I only wear a ring when I'm with him.

He'd be angry if I didn't.

I keep trying to tell him about my
dreams, but he won't listen.

Instead of listening, he sends me to
another shrink.

Well, if there have been many
therapists, why did you tell me that

first time?

I don't know. I was embarrassed about my
marriage, about everything.

I'm sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Tell me about your husband.

He's a vicious, feeble old man.

He tries to control me with his money.

I suppose he's pretty successful at it.

He gives me lovely things. All my
clothes.

Everything his money can buy.

It's not enough.

He won't even touch me. He just looks at
me like I'm some kind of pet to him or

some rare antique.

I knew it was a mistake to marry someone
so much older.

How old is he?

I don't even know.

We've been married almost a year and he
won't say.

Old and vain. What a combination in a
man, huh?

Why did you marry him?

His money.

I'm not proud of it, but I was
desperate.

It was Walter's idea for me to come to
you. I've been having these nightmares

for months. He said you could help me
with them, that these kind of dreams

your specialty.

He said you wrote a book.

Exercising Your Sexual Demons. Yes, I
wrote that.

A long time ago.

I don't do that kind of work anymore.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I believe
this is a very important issue for you.

And I'm going to have to insist that you
see another therapist from now on.

Now, if you don't want to see Hillary
for some reason, I can give you another

referral.

I understand.

But I had another dream last night.

Please let me tell you about this one.

I promise I'll reschedule with Dr.
Ferguson first thing tomorrow.

Please?

Go on.

Thank you.

Another stranger is with me.

But it feels as if we're not alone.

Like someone's watching.

Who is watching?

I don't know.

But I soon forget about it.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm sorry. I heard... It's fine, Carrie.

You'll be just fine.

So when are you going to buy yourself a
car that won't keep breaking down?

You make enough money looking in
people's windows?

Oh, well, that old Porsche's done good
by me. I can't just abandon her.

Yeah, you love her, but you don't take
care of her.

Just like all the other women in your
life.

Direct hit, but thanks for the lift
anyway.

I promise I'll return the favor for you
as well.

Jack said that he'd have the new wiring
done by noon tomorrow, so it should...

You in there, Tom?

Yeah, it's a hard day at the office.

You still thinking about that, babe?

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you
were acting like me.

Oh, maybe it's a family trait.

If so, you got the recessive gene.

I got the family market cornered on
thinking with my dick.

I wasn't doing that.

I feel so stupid getting so worked up.

Just be careful.

It's what got me thrown off the force.

You ever miss it?

What, acting like an irresponsible
asshole? I do it all the time.

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss it.

Being a cop is all I ever wanted.

You were a damn good cop, Rick.

Yeah.

Yeah, then I wound up in vice.

Too perfect a fit, I guess.

Since I've been a PI, though, the worst
that's happened to me is I've had my

license suspended a few times. But who's
counting?

You are hopeless. You know that. Yeah, I
know. I know.

That's my nature. I can't help it.

But you can.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Where are you
going? I live that way.

You're working tonight, right?

Well... Uh -huh.

Well, you need a car, obviously, and it
is supposed to rain hard tonight, so...

What about you?

I can take a cab in the morning.

Your car will be ready tomorrow, right?

Oh, yeah.

Promise me you'll drive safe.

You got it.

I'm so glad you're home.

I'm so scared.

Another nightmare.

Where did you find my house?

Please, you've got to let me in.

The dream was about the man in the
basket.

Lisa, Dr.

Ferguson is your therapist now. When's
your next appointment with her?

but... Then go home. Just try and get
some sleep.

No, I can't go back to sleep.

I'm afraid something's going to happen
to me.

Well, you know they're just dreams,
right?

Yes. Well, then you can tell Hillary all
about them tomorrow.

I'll call her service right now and
leave a message for her and let her know

that you're frightened.

No, I can't go back home.

I didn't know where else to go or who to
trust, but I knew I'd be safe with you.

Please, let me come in just until
morning.

I don't know. That's not a good idea.

I've got nowhere else to go.

All right, come in out of the rain and
we'll decide who to call.

Let me make a couple of calls for you.
There's some places I know where I

I think someone's following me.

Well, if someone's following you, you
should go to the nearest police station.

I trust you.

I'll do whatever you say. Just please
don't leave me alone.

Why is it you feel you can't go home?

I'm afraid of Walter.

Is it Walter who you think is following
you?

No.

Yes. No, I don't know.

But he thinks I'm crazy, and I'm not
crazy.

You know I'm not crazy.

I'm not your therapist anymore.

No, but you know me.

If I promise to see Hilary Ferguson
tomorrow, will you let me stay here

I'll sleep on the couch. No, I still see
that as a conflict.

How about seeing me as a person instead
of a conflict?

You told me I could trust you.

Well, you can, but now that I... You're
the only friend I've got.

Well, the least I can do is get you some
dry clothes.

Are you hungry?

Starving.

All right.

Maybe second time's a charm for this
food.

I'm sorry I ruined your night tonight. I
just didn't know where else to go, but

I knew I'd feel safe with you.

Now, if I let you stay the night, you
promise you'll call Dr. Ferguson in the

morning? I promise.

I'm really glad you're not my therapist
anymore.

Should I be insulted?

No.

No, it's just more important for me to
have a friend right now. I know you

didn't have to be so nice to me tonight.

All my life, I've gotten used to people
hating me and resenting me.

Why do you think that is?

I guess it started with my mother.

She was always telling me I was ugly and
I was crazy.

After a while, you start believing the
reviews.

I was 14 the first time I tried to kill
myself.

Couldn't even get that right.

After that, my mom tried to have me
committed, but I ran away from home and

lived on the streets until I met Walter.

Walter saved me, but he always held it
against me, you know, lorded it over me.

You see why I have a hard time trusting
people?

It explains a lot.

What is it?

Nothing. Just thank you.

You'll never know how much that means to
me.

Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. No.

It's okay.

You want to tell me about it?

I can't.

Hey. I always listen to Adam.

And I always listen to you.

I'm not your patient anymore. I'm just
your friend, remember?

After I wrote my book, it seemed like
all of my patients were sexually

dysfunctional people.

But one was an especially fascinating,
beautiful

woman.

You remind me of her.

You're very sweet.

She said she had been having nightmares
just like you.

From outside.

I heard sounds of a struggle.

As soon as I was there, I wished I
wasn't.

It was the first time I'd ever let
myself step over the boundaries like

When he saw me, he just went wild.

I woke up in the hospital.

I never could figure why he didn't kill
me.

It even took a while for the cops to get
off my case about it, as if I was a

suspect.

The police said there was barely enough
of the woman left to make an ID.

The guy turned out to be her husband.

Long psychiatric and criminal record,
spousal abuse charges, the whole nine

yards.

I've always thought maybe I was the
cause of her death, either by not acting

soon enough or maybe by acting at all.

I didn't work for a year, and when I did
come back, I decided to stay away from

those kind of cases.

It wasn't your fault.

I tried to help her.

Most people would never even try.

I thought I was finally past it.

Then I met you, and all those memories
started coming back. I mean, you remind

me so much of her.

Lisa? Santa Monica, please.

Your brother, an hour ago, said he was
returning your car.

You're supposed to give him a ride to
lunch. Was he pissed off?

No, he said he'd take a cab. And he'd
see you tomorrow night at Jerry's.

I'll call him later.

I tried calling Miss Watkins, but the
number we have for her is disconnected.

Disconnected? It's disconnected. It's
not in service. There's no forwarding

number.

All right.

Try information under a Walter Watkins.
Will do.

Your three o 'clock is early. Do you
want me to send him in?

Yeah, send him in.

Hey there, Nicky. Hey, thanks for seeing
me, Dr. B.

I just don't know what I'm going to do.
What's on your mind? I'm afraid I'm

sinking to depths of self -parity,
previously unknown in the universe.

Oh, now, don't you think you're being
just a little hard on yourself?

No, no, I've never been hard enough on
myself.

I've lost all my credibility.

People used to know what to expect from
Nicky Diamond.

Pure rock and roll entertainment.

Straight from the fucking heart.

Right from here.

Without that essential honesty, what's
left?

Not a fucking thing.

I was playing a gig last week. I didn't
know if I was plugged in or unplugged

in. My manager, I asked him what he
thought. He didn't know what I even

He saw me playing the poxy roxy, for
God's sake.

Is that good for me? I used to look him
in 50, 55 thou.

The door's open for me, for God's sake.

Walter saved me, but he always held it
against me.

You know, lorded it over me.

You see why I have a hard time tracking
people?

I don't know anyone else.

I'll talk to the manager. I can't... I
mean, I can talk to you. I'm listening.

There's no listening anywhere for Walter
Watkins.

Let me see her file.

If you're worried about her account,
she's paid in full.

Up to her last session, always in cash.

No, I've just heard she's been missing
her appointments with Hillary, and I

wanted to ask her about that.

Thanks, Carrie. Sure.

I have something to ask you.

It's you, always asking questions.

Why was that address in your file?

I doubt you really lived there.

What would you think of a girl who lived
in a place like that?

Besides, I doubt Walter would like it.

So you don't live there. Do you work
there or what?

That place?

Of course not.

Then why did you list it as your
address?

Well, I go there sometimes.

It helps me escape.

And I left it at my address when I don't
want to admit to my miserable real

existence, which is most of the time.

What about your phone number?

It's voicemail. I don't want Walter
getting my call.

The number's disconnected.

Well, I forgot to pay the bill, okay?

So it was just a coincidence that you
were at the club tonight?

No. I followed you there.

I wanted to see you, talk to you, and
went to your office. You were just

leaving, so I followed you.

Is that how you found my house the other
night, by following me?

What do you mean?

Well, how did you get my home address?

The first night you came here, you
didn't answer me.

Your service gave it to me.

They would never do that.

Well, maybe they thought I'd be good for
you.

Well... I don't remember how I got it.
What does it matter?

It's just that there are some things
here I don't understand.

There are a lot of things in this world
that none of us understand.

You of all people should know that.

You're the doctor.

I think we should take a break from
seeing each other.

Why? It might be best if there's more
time between our patient -therapist

relationship and this.

Whatever it is.

But that's not fair.

I gave you up as a therapist so I could
see you. Now I can't?

I would never have come to see you if
Walter hadn't insisted.

He thinks I'm crazy.

Maybe I am.

Crazy to let myself be manipulated by
you.

Lisa. You don't want to see me?

Fine. You got it.

Just promise me one thing.

My husband can never find out.

If he did, he'd kill me.

In the parking lot? You're fucking
kidding me.

Right there.

And I didn't care who saw us.

Fuck celibacy. Fuck sobriety.

This woman's so good for you.

How come you look like a man who's
trying like hell to drown his sorrows?

Hey, give me some slack, okay?

Now, I'm not used to talking to you
about these kinds of problems. Usually

stream flows in the other direction.

Look, every family is entitled to one
fuck -up, but two is pushing it.

Everybody looked up to you, especially
me.

Now, I know it's my job not to trust
people, but I remember how

it went down last time, how messed up
you were.

You didn't even fuck that chick.

Hey, there's one thing I'm dedicated to.
It's not letting history repeat itself.

Let me check her out.

See if she's the victim. I'll find out
if she's something else.

I'll find that out, too.

It's my job, remember?

Okay.

Do you have any information, anything?

Phone numbers, her address?

No, at home.

Come by later, I'll give you what I've
got.

She says her husband's never forgiven
her for her past.

What has he got on her?

Was she a hooker?

Was he one of her jobs?

No, I don't think so. She said she was a
runaway and he took her in.

Now he's using her past as an excuse to
treat her like shit.

Works both ways.

In my experience, I find women are
waiting for you to fuck up,

hoping you will.

So they can remind you of it forever.

Then they can use it as carte blanche to
do whatever they want. And if you ever

question them about it, well, they'll
just tell you that it's all your fault.

And then, when they fuck you over, it
somehow reminds them of how you're to

blame.

Well, that's a pretty fucked up way to
look at things.

I know.

But it's one of the two essential facts
I know about women.

Oh, great. What's the other one?

That they are magical creatures, I
absolutely adore them, and I can't live

without them.

Like that.

What do you think?

Well, I'm not about to encourage it.

She just might be the one to reaffirm my
faith in women.

Yeah, well, God knows you could use it.

Anyway, I gotta go.

I don't know who he is. He's not a
patient. I tried to make him wait

but he insisted.

That's okay, Carrie. I'll take care of
this.

Can I help you with something?

I certainly hope so.

I'm Walter Watkins.

You're Walter Watkins?

Lisa's husband.

I'm sure she must have mentioned me to
you.

Yes, yes, of course.

I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you.

It's all right.

Please.

Do a good job with Lisa and you'll never
have to see me again.

Now, I've referred your wife to a very
fine colleague of mine.

I'm sure she'll be showing real
progress.

Oh, I hope so.

My wife is a very complicated woman.

And a very beautiful one.

And when you love a woman like her,
you'll do whatever it takes to make her

happy.

Can you understand that?

Of course.

My wife's been troubled lately.

Hasn't been sleeping well, having
nightmares.

With my travel schedule, I don't get to
spend as much time with her as I'd like.

Any clue as to what's bothering her?

Sometimes it takes a number of sessions
for the true nature of psychological

issues to show themselves.

In other words, what Lisa told you is
private.

Well, I guess I wouldn't have had it any
other way.

As I say, your wife's in good hands.

Oh, one more thing.

I know you're sleeping with my wife.

I can tell this by looking at you.

I must admit, I'm not happy about it.

Not happy at all.

Lisa. You're home early. I wanted to
surprise you.

I brought you a picnic.

I made everything myself.

I don't know how to thank you for
everything you've done for me.

Something the matter?

Are you expecting someone?

Another woman?

No, my brother. Look. Your brother the
cop?

Private investigator.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

If you are, you can talk to me.

No, it's...

His ex is in town and he's trying to
avoid her, so I invited him over here

dinner.

You know, you're always there for me.

Let me be there for you.

That's not what you said the last time I
saw you. I didn't even know if I'd ever

see you again.

So I was wrong.

Apology accepted.

Your husband came by the office today.

No, you didn't tell him anything, did
you, about what I said about him?

About him being a feeble old man? Those
are hardly the words I'd use to describe

him. He doesn't know about us, does he?

He's plotting to kill me.

He'll make it look like a suicide. He
knows my history. Oh, no, that's not the

impression I got from him at all. He
just sounded concerned about you. Well,

of course that's what he wants you to
think. You're his character witness.

I wouldn't want to live without you.

Lovebirds, knock it off.

What, do you take that thing with you
everywhere?

Can't help it.

You never know when the perfect shot
might present itself.

Lisa, meet my brother, Rick. Rick, this
is Lisa.

Pleasure.

Uh, should I come back later?

No, I was just leaving.

Sorry, was I interrupting?

You know her?

No.

Well, maybe she just got a good look at
you. What the hell happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

Oh, I wouldn't call that nothing.

Well, you remember that babe I was
telling you about?

Oh, no. Her husband did that to you?

No, but I was wrong about her, though.

Apparently, she's been screwing a whole
string of guys.

One of them was the jealous type.

He got suspected.

I guess he didn't mind her having a
husband, but he wanted to be her only

on the side. He jumped me right as I
left her place.

Some things never change.

So, was she the one?

I thought you were finished with that.

The other night, I think I'm never going
to see her again. Today, like there's

nothing wrong.

Well... You know, I'm happy as hell that
you're getting laid again. But, uh, I

wouldn't trust her for a second.

Hey, it's my job to deal with people's
minds. I can handle this myself.

Now, you made rules because you know you
have a weak spot.

Let's say she's been playing you from
day one. What if she knows all the right

buttons to push?

Well, then I'll be deeply saddened. Will
you be happy then?

But what if you're wrong?

What if she really is in danger and
there's something I can do about it?

Like what?

Kill her husband before he kills her?

That's what she wants you to do, isn't
it? No, she hasn't asked me to do

anything.

Well, I'll tell you something. If he
hurts her, I'd give it serious

consideration. It's too easy.

Now, she's already admitted that her
husband's a rich man.

Now, let's assume for a minute that she
knows your past.

Best -selling author of sexual self
-help book found unconscious at scene of

slaying. Read all about it.

Let's say her goal right from the start
was to seduce you.

Then hoping, eventually, you'd kill her
husband to defend her.

So if you're right, she's the world's
greatest manipulator.

Or maybe she just desperately needs
psychological help.

Or maybe, just maybe, she's telling the
truth.

Maybe her life is in danger. Can you
afford to take that chance?

Can I afford not to?

What if the worst moment of my entire
life is about to repeat itself?

And what if this time I have the chance
to do something about it, and I don't?

Forgive me for sounding callous, but I
care one hell of a lot less about her

than I do about you.

What do you got for me?

I still don't even know where she lives.

This is the address of the club.

It's a club I've never even heard of.

I guess I left Vice too soon.

Rick. I know you feel I have no business
being involved in any of this, but I

really am worried about her.

So can I count on you?

No lectures, okay?

Count on it.

Nice dress.

You like it?

It fits you well.

Well, I could think of something that
could fit me better.

I'll drink to finding out what.

Well, that's a start.

So you're going to buy me one?

Works for me.

Any chance you know Lisa Watkins?

Lisa? Who doesn't?

I mean, Lisa's the best.

Is she here tonight?

Oh, so that's it. What, Lisa's your type
and I'm not?

Oh, oh, why would I even think such a
thing?

No, no, I just, uh, I heard she was a
regular and I just wanted to meet her.

What, is this your first time here or
something?

I mean, Lisa owns this place.

The whole place?

Her husband bought it for her to play
with.

And believe me, Lisa really knows how to
play it.

It's about fucking time.

Showtime.

You took me for a ride.

All you needed somebody.

Hasn't touched her in years.

Oh, you baby.

Because I'm moving on.

I need to get you out of my life.

Is it just me?

Lisa.

What time is it?

It's morning.

I know I shouldn't have come, but I just
had to talk to you.

I know your brother hates me.

He's been talking about me, hasn't he?

It's not you. He's just... No, I know.

It is me.

He says I'm bad, doesn't he?

No.

Well, he's right.

He is?

Yes.

And I know you may never forgive me, but
I have to be honest with you.

I slept with your brother.

With Rick?

I didn't know he was your brother.

And when I found out, I didn't want to
tell you because I knew how much it

upset you.

It started back when he was a cop.

We met at a bar, the one the cops hang
out at.

Jerry's. Yeah, I know it.

I know how much you care for him, but I
can't stand to see him try and pull us

apart.

I can't stand the thought of losing you.

You wanted to know how I knew where you
lived, remember?

That's how I knew, from Rick.

But I couldn't tell you I knew how hurt
you'd be.

I can't believe Rick would do this.

I was really messed up back then. We
were both drunk the first time.

We saw each other for a while, but...

He lost interest pretty quickly. I guess
that's his way.

I thought it was over, but it wasn't.

What do you mean?

He started calling me a few weeks ago,
right after I started seeing you.

He was following me around, coming to
the club.

He'd been following me around all night.

I managed to avoid him for a while.

He found me afterward and told me I had
to sleep with him again or he'd tell

Walter about me and you.

He'd been drinking.

I tried to reason with him, but he got
rough with me.

He said you weren't the only one who
should get to have me in the parking

I was drunk and confused, so I let him.

It was all so stupid.

He said if I didn't keep sleeping with
him, he'd make sure you never talked to

me again.

I don't know what to say.

All right, let me talk to Rick. I'll get
this all straightened out. No, it

doesn't matter.

I know you could never love me after
what I've done.

I just wanted to clear my conscience.

I can't thank you enough for all you've
done for me.

Goodbye, my angel.

I should have known you'd come back
here.

One more shot at wrapping him around
your finger? Hey, what's your hurry?

Don't you want to tell me a sad story,
too?

Maybe I could put in a good word for
you.

I've seen it all one time or another.

What works on my brother won't work on
me. You're wrong. I love Tom.

You may have ruined everything between
us, but that doesn't change the fact

I love him.

You stay away from him.

You keep sticking pins in him, seeing
which one will strike a nerve.

He doesn't want to believe the truth
about you, but he will.

You know it, and you don't like it one
bit.

Let me go. I don't know what you're
talking about.

You don't think the game's over yet?

You want to keep playing I'll be your
shadow you'll be seeing plenty of me if

you know where to look

Fresh

out of the soup

You know that club you found her in?

She works there?

She owns the whole fucking place.

Her sugar daddy bought it for her.

Cut your losses while you still can.

Did you sleep with Lisa last night?

You gotta be fucking kidding.

She said that's how she knew so much
about me, where I live, all of it.

No.

No, I did not sleep with Lisa. Is that
why she came here, to tell you that?

You never slept with her? Ever? Not even
way back on the fourth?

No way.

Are you sure you remember?

She said the first time she met you was
at Jerry's. So think, is it possible?

Come on, Tom.

I may be a lot of things, but I'm not an
amnesiac.

You... Have one skeleton in the closet.
I got a whole fucking graveyard.

I'm aware of it.

Everybody's aware of it.

So she knows my history, too.

I almost wish I didn't believe you.

There are plenty of ways she could find
out where you live, especially if she's

done as much homework as it looks like
she has.

Look, I may not be...

The straightest, nicest guy in the
world.

But I would never lie to you.

You're pretty much the only person in
the world who believes in me at all.

You think I would risk fucking that up?

Is your wife home today?

No, she's not.

You should know that you're not welcome
in my home.

Look, I just need to speak with Lisa.

It's important. No, you don't need to
speak to Lisa.

I never liked her seeing you, but I went
along with it. Hell, I even paid for

it.

But it's over.

Well, if you won't let me see her, will
you talk to me at least?

I'm worried about her. I was at the club
the other night and I... My wife had

some unusual tastes.

Hell, some expensive ones too, but you
know what? It's our business.

I don't care how concerned or worried
you say you are.

Your concern can't be half of mine,
okay?

And she says you haven't followed.

That's going to stop, you understand?

Because if you or anybody else comes
between me and my wife, I'll deal with

personally.

Can I get you another beer?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

I didn't know you guys were dating.

You know her?

Sure, she came in a couple times.

Hair's different there.

But you're positive it's her?

Oh yeah, it's my job to remember people.
How's she doing?

Fine. When was the last time you saw
her?

Uh, it's been a while. Six months, a
year maybe.

Before you started coming in.

Are you okay?

No, I'm definitely not okay.

Real sorry to have to call you in on
your day off, but I was hoping you could

help me make an I .D. I got a Jane Doe
down at the morgue with your business

card and her effects.

I thought she might be one of your
patients.

Lisa?

We were hoping you'd tell us who she
was.

No. I don't recognize her.

You're sure?

I'm sure.

Any idea how your card ended up in her
purse?

No, none.

Her body was found in an alley outside
of downtown club 500 South Santa Fe. You

know the place?

No. No, I don't think so.

Who's Lisa?

Lisa. She was a patient of mine.

Was?

Until recently.

Can I see her file?

No, I'm afraid patient information's
confidential.

You seem to think she might be the dead
girl. Is there any reason for thinking

that? I've been concerned about her
lately, that's all. Even though she's

your patient anymore?

That's right.

I don't know of any shrinks whose names
keep popping up in the middle of my

investigations, but I don't like it.

I sure wouldn't like it if I were you.
Look, Lieutenant, I've got a lot of

things to do today. I'm sorry.

Yes, of course.

Well, if you think of anything, I trust
you'll call me.

I'm sure neither of us wants it to be
like the last time.

Sleeping with your patients, police
calling about dead bodies. That isn't

That's me, and my life shouldn't be
emulated.

Are you sure he's okay?

Yeah, we're in my car tonight.

Okay, take care of him.

I will.

Hey, hey.

Since when won't you drink with me?

Since I'm this worried about you.
Somebody's got to keep their head on

Now, after everything that's happened...

When the police said they found a dead
body, I still thought it would be Lisa,

and that everything she said would be
true.

I guess the emotional need to believe
something outweighs any logical reason

I deal with it with my patients all the
time, and I'm more guilty of it than

anyone.

Hey, you ready for the rest of it?

Oh, yeah, hit me.

Well, aside from the abundance of
worldly goods,

Walter Watkins also has a $10 million
life insurance policy.

Extra bonus points for naming the
beneficiary.

Is that all?

Didn't she tell you that she dropped out
of school?

My mother tried to have me committed.

But I ran away from home and lived on
the streets until I met Walter.

Adding what I got from university
records.

Masters in psychology.

Oh, I feel like such a fucking idiot.

It doesn't matter now.

I think we should give Murphy a call. I
know he's an asshole, but it's the

easiest way to get him off your back.

All right, I'll pay him a visit
tomorrow.

I don't think he'll believe anything I
say if he thinks I've been drinking.

Okay. First thing in the morning.

I'll go see if I can dig up anything
else tonight. As for you, it ends here,

now. You got it?

Got it.

Hey, get some rest.

Don't see her.

Don't even talk to her.

Take it easy. You need a hand?

I'm fine.

It's a short distance.

See?

No problemo. Get some rest.

I'm afraid of Walter.

I know you don't trust me anymore.

I'm so sorry for whatever you think I've
done. I'll make it up to you. Just

please call me.

Hey, Rick, it's me.

Remind me never to mix tequila, scotch,
and gin ever again.

Anyway, thanks for getting me home.

Thanks for everything.

I don't know what time it is, but if
you're asleep, give me a call.

I want you to go with me to see Murphy
tomorrow, okay?

Thanks.

you answered please don't hang up walter
hasn't come home yet and i'm frightened

i think he's really going to do it
tonight so afraid of him i just want you

know that no matter what happened i love
you i know you don't love me but i do

love you i never meant to hurt you i
just

Send a car to 325 Palm Drive. A woman's
life is in danger. Please hurry.

Lisa Watkins. I was just on the phone
with her. We were cut off. You've got to

do something. Please.

And that's how it happened.

At this very moment, I don't know what's
true and what's not.

Even if she was lying, I could have got
along with it.

Probably been able to help her, or at
least she'd still be alive.

She is alive.

Is he alive?

It's a good thing for you. It's one less
kind of murder one you have to contend

with.

Her wounds were superficial.

A minor concussion, and that's about it.

Most of the blood on her belonged to her
husband.

His body was in the next room.

Quite a mess.

Apparently, the girl tried to intervene.

Unsuccessfully.

You left that part out of your story.

And what about my brother?

Oh, he was dead before you got there.

Your 911 call covers you there.

We figured her husband did that one.

Her brother had these on him when we
found them.

The girl told us quite a story.

Nasty business.

Two brothers sleeping with the same
married woman, both jealous of her

who was a jealous type himself.

Does that sound familiar?

She's only given us part of the story so
far.

But we'll sort it out.

We always do.

He's still pretty messed up about all of
it.

I can certainly see why.

You know, the thing is, she kept saying
you were the only person she trusted.

She said no matter what happened, she
believed she could count on you.

That you'd do the right thing.

I guess you got that wrong.