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♪ Far ♪

♪ Beyond the fear ♪

♪ Far ♪

♪ Beyond the fear ♪

♪ Imagine secrets made in the dark ♪

♪ Face-to-face with your dreams ♪

♪ Stepping out of your life ♪

♪ Just imagine ♪

♪ Imagine ♪

♪ If you jump through the fire ♪

♪ Giving life to desire ♪

♪ Burning brighter than life ♪

♪ Just imagine ♪

♪ Take the danger ♪

♪ Take the pleasure ♪

♪ Take the fear ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Run sensations to the limit ♪

♪ Life's so near ♪

♪ One step ♪

♪ Two steps ♪

♪ Way beyond fear ♪

♪ One step ♪

♪ Way too far ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Hi, Mrs. Davis, you look beautiful.

Hi, Buddy. Thank you.

Buddy, how are you? Mr. Davis, good to see you.

Good to see you. All right.

Now the maitre d' tells me

that tonight's your wedding anniversary. Is that the truth?

The absolute truth.

Really? How many could that be?

Would you believe six?

Six? Get out of here!

Nobody stays married for six. I'm very proud of you two. Very proud.

♪ Imagine ♪

♪ As the pleasure meets fear ♪

♪ Letting feelings grow weak ♪

♪ Casting shadows aside ♪

♪ Just imagine ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Imagine ♪

♪ As the beat fills your head ♪

♪ And the rhythm grows strong ♪

♪ Then you know you're not wrong ♪

♪ Just imagine ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Take the danger ♪

♪ Take the pleasure ♪

♪ Take the fear ♪

Come in, Herman. Come in, Herman. This is Bud. Come on in.

I'm here.

All right, listen, they, uh, they just drove in.

I'll get back to you as soon they ask for their claim check.

Do that. I'm goin' to work.

(DOG BARKING)

(RADIO CRACKLES)

(INDISTINCT TALKING ON RADIO)

(INDISTINCT TALKING CONTINUES)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Thank you.

Happy anniversary, darling.

Mmm.

Great! Oh!

Looks delicious. Mmm.

Sheep in legwarmers.

How's work?

You and Janie gonna get that thing off the ground?

As a matter of fact,

we've been chosen to do the kitchen for the new showcase house.

There's no money in it but it's great exposure.

How much is this gonna cost me?

When did you find out about this showcase thing?

I found out about this "showcase thing" last week.

Why didn't you tell me?

Said the man who hasn't left his typewriter for over a month.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

This March deadline's killing me.

(YAWNING)

What the hell?

Wait, wait, wait...

Somebody may be up there.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, Nicole, huh? Do me a favor.

My new guy's real tense, he's new in the city, he's got no friends,

and I think if he doesn't get a little friendship soon he's gonna go over.

I'm serious.

No, no weird stuff, this guy is a sweet...

You're probably gonna fall in love with this guy and have kids!

That was a joke.

Listen, how about an hour?

An hour's good? Great, Nicole. An hour's good. I'll talk to you later.

(SNIFFS)

Oh, yes. God bless America.

Scotty.

Scotty.

We are really starting to happen.

Look how far we've come from that little black hole they had us in, huh?

How much is this worth right here, like ten grand?

Which one? The big one. The pink one.

More than that man, 15,

the one behind it, maybe 20.

Gotta tell the old man to sell it out of state though, all right?

Local artist.

Do you realize how good you are, man? Huh?

How few guys have the eye for the good like you?

Every time you go out, every time you bring back 100 grand.

Scotty, you're not listening to me, man, huh?

Something happened tonight, didn't it?

What're you talking about? You got that look like something happened.

Huh?

You broke your cherry. Huh?

There was someone home and you had to handle it. Huh?

Scotty, tell me! I've been there! Tell me, man!

Nothing happened. Huh?

Nothing. I walked in, walked out, same as always.

So what's with the girl? Huh? What girl?

What girl!

You're gonna love that girl. She gives head like a fucking iguana.

I'll go shower.

All right, hey! Anything happen tonight you're not telling me about?

Nothing happened. Huh?

One for the road.

No, you do it. Huh? You're gonna leave me to celebrate alone?

All right, you call me! I will.

Hey! We are fuckin' happening and you can't deny it!

We are gonna be rich fucking men.

What was in there?

Um, some personal things. Nothing very important.

Uh-huh.

How soon do you think you'll catch whoever did this?

We won't catch him.

And what kind of an attitude is that?

Oh, we catch the stupid kids and the junkies

but the professionals move too fast for us.

Don't be too surprised if he comes back again.

Why would he come back?

Well, for the new stuff you're gonna get when the insurance pays you.

I've known certain houses to get hit three, four, even five times by the same guy.

And since most people lie to their insurance companies,

the value goes up every time.

Come on, Scotty. Yes.

No. No. No.

It's not gonna happen. It's not gonna happen.

Just... Just get off, please.

Please, get off. Please.

What's... What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter. Just go home.

What did I do wrong? Just tell me what I did wrong.

You didn't do nothing wrong, okay?

Just... Here, take your clothes

and leave.

There's nothing wrong with you. It's me.

Here.

You know, Buddy told me that you're new in town.

I know what that's like.

I've been in four cities since I was 17.

How old are you now?

Eighteen and a half.

Look...

Here, buy yourself a pretty dress or something.

Okay?

Here.

Buy a real nice one.

Okay?

I feel so violated.

It'll be all right, darling.

The insurance'll cover most of it.

What if he's reading them?

(CHUCKLES) Mick,

I love you. Listen, whoever did this probably took your journals by accident.

The way you kept them locked up,

he probably thought he was getting the family jewels.

But he didn't and I can prove it.

Come here.

Hmm.

Mick, come on. It's still our anniversary.

Just hold me, okay?

Oh, Mick. Bad girl.

Oh, who knows, maybe some good will come of it.

You are amazing, Davis. What?

You're hit for nearly 100 grand and you're looking for the good in it?

Why don't you try to pick the good outta that poodle shit down there.

Really. I mean,

if you'd come down out of Mr. Rogers' neighborhood

for like, you know, two seconds,

you'd realize the world is fucked.

Your world is fucked, Marty.

My world is perfect.

(MUSIC PLAYING) (SNIFFING)

BUDDY: Come on in, Scotty, we been waiting for you.

Girls, this is Scotty, the movie producer I was telling you about.

Scotty, that's Aileen and that's Tracy.

Can we talk? Sure, we can talk.

No, privately. Come on. Excuse us.

We'll be right back. Little family business.

Cash from last night. You got it?

Yeah, I got it right here, but stick around,

these girls'd go down on an anteater for what I got on the table.

I can't stay. I got other plans.

Listen, Scotty, I spoke to Nicole, you know, and...

What's going on? Is everything okay?

Doesn't sound like the Herman I used to know.

This is light now. What are you doing? What are you doing to me?

The old man said he'd get back to me on the paintings.

Yeah, he'll get back to you! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Scotty, stick around, okay?

I set this up for you. This is a bonus.

These broads aren't even hookers.

You're a great guy, man. Yeah.

Have fun, okay? I can't stay. All right? Don't kill yourself on this shit, okay?

Bye.

There are two me's, really. Mickey and Michelle.

Mickey is this mousy little hausfrau

who hasn't taken a real chance in her whole life.

Michelle, on the other hand, is up for anything.

The only trouble with Michelle is that she lives and breathes only on these pages.

Aren't you letting your imagination run a little?

The odds against a crook being sensitive enough

to get into your diaries is about a billion to one.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're probably right.

What?

I'm sorry.

I was just getting off on the fantasy.

You would.

Admit it, Pointer, you're about the horniest creature in the universe.

I admit it.

Okay.

I'm getting out of here because I'm not gonna get anything done today.

See you.

(SURPRISED CRY)

Honey, it's me!

Oh, I'm sorry, I... I heard your car drive up and I knew the light was out.

Are you okay? Oh...

Oh, thank God you're here.

Oh. You're shaking. Come on. Come on inside.

Ray,

I want to get an alarm,

a dog,

and a gun we can keep in the house someplace.

Hold on, we're not gonna change our whole lives because of this thing, are we?

Well, you heard what the police said, he might come back.

Mick, he's not coming back.

Come on, now, relax.

Janie keeps a gun in her bedside table.

What for? To force some poor bastard to rape her at gunpoint?

Look, I'm facing a very scary deadline here,

I don't have a lot of energy left over to keep reassuring you.

You're not still teasing yourself

with this crazy stuff about the journals, are you?

I'm gonna go take a bath.

See you in a bit.

Mick, are you sure you're okay?

Mick?

Water. I love water.

I was born near the water and used to sail all the time with my dad.

I spend every minute I can in water, in my bath, usually.

Water washes me clean. Water is sexual. Water is healing.

He takes me to the water, a huge yacht like a castle.

The sun is hot, intoxicating,

the water undulates under us.

My resistance drains away, his body is strong, his face is beautiful.

He touches himself, rubbing lotion into his skin.

I feel him enjoying his own flesh.

His mouth is suddenly on my neck,

and moving over my shoulder, then circling my breasts.

His tongue slides down my stomach. I'm melting under the sun.

I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm so sorry.

It's okay. It was my fault.

You don't have to do that.

But I want to.

Okay, there's nothing broken, everything's in place.

Here, let me hop these into your car.

No, no, no.

Okay?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

You sure you can drive?

Of course I can drive.

Okay.

Here.

There you go.

Watch your skirt.

Before you go, I bet I can guess your favorite ice cream flavor.

Haagen-Dazs rum raisin, right?

How'd you know that?

There you go.

I'm afraid it's a little melted, but...

Well, that's no problem, I...

I like melted rum raisin.

Well, I'll see you around, okay? Thanks.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Bye.

(TYPING CONTINUES)

No, no, Mick.

Please, Mickey. It's time for ice cream.

Thank you, no. Mick!

Mickey, really, I'm...

What are you doing?

I'm seducing you.

Great. Great. Thank you, you're...

Thank you. Listen, your timing's terrific.

I'm... I'm right in the middle of a roll here,

can you give me a few minutes? I'll be right with you.

Mmm-mmm. All right, mmm...

Mickey, will you stop with the ice cream? Just give me a couple...

Mick!

This is not a good thing to do. This is not a good time.

Mickey... (MUMBLING)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll see you later, okay? Goodbye. Hmm?

I promise, I'll be done in just a little bit. Really.

Promise. Cross my heart.

Ooh.

(TYPING RESUMES)

(TYPING)

♪ You saw me standing ♪

♪ Alone in the dark ♪

♪ Lost in the silence of my heart ♪

♪ Crying for angels ♪

♪ Crying for light ♪

♪ Crying for someone ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ It's you, your freedom ♪

♪ And I know you can ♪

♪ Fill the space in me ♪

♪ I need secrets in the dark ♪

♪ Love in the shadows ♪

♪ Passion burning out from under my skin... ♪

I thought it was you.

You surprised me.

So, how you doin'?

Last time I saw you, you were a little shaky.

You were very nice that day. Thank you.

So, things better?

Not really.

Do you work?

You seem to have an awful lot of time for shopping.

Yeah, I work. How about you?

Yeah, I work too. Oh, yeah? What do you do?

I'm an interior designer.

No? That's a coincidence.

Oh? Why?

I'm looking for a designer.

No, really. I mean, I've been interviewing designers all week

for some work I wanna have done in my apartment.

Hmm. Who'd you talk to?

Well, Tom Shapiro,

Sam Dugan and Bernie Terry.

Well, those guys are the best.

Um, my partner and I are new

but if you're interested in seeing some of our work

we're designing the kitchen for a new showcase house.

It's opening next week.

Really? That's quite an honor, isn't it?

I hear there's hundreds of applicants for every room.

Yeah. There were 164 applicants for the kitchen.

Oh, then you must be good.

Anyway, um, if you'd like to come, I'll give you the address.

Sure.

Yeah.

God, I can never find a pen.

Look, I'll tell you what, I'm going outside and having a cup of coffee before I go,

so if you ever find a pen, write it down, drop it off.

Hi. Hi.

I... I found one of my cards, I wrote the address on the back.

So, uh, I hope you can make it.

Well, how about a cup of coffee? I ordered you one.

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Oh, come on, what's one little cup of coffee?

Well, um...

Come on.

I can just stay a minute. I...

It's my turn to cook tonight.

We trade off every other night.

"We"?

Yeah, I'm married. Didn't I tell you?

No, you didn't.

Well, I am.

So, how is it?

Oh. It's perfect.

How'd you know I like cream and sugar?

Actually I didn't, you picked up my cup.

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.

Boy.

You must think I'm a total basket case,

every time you see me I'm dropping stuff...

No, actually I think you're very, very attractive.

I bet you're talented too.

Well, we'll find out soon, won't we?

Well, I really do have to go.

Um, I hope you can make it.

I'll get this.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey.

Calamara.

I got your message.

You got a cigarette, man? I'm having a fucking nicotine fit.

Are you fucking kidding me, man, huh? Is this some kind of a joke to you?

I've been calling you all week.

Yeah, well, I've been busy, you know.

Yeah. Busy doing what? Teasin' your new hair style?

Your new pretty threads? Hey! I had a date, you mind?

No, I don't mind the date, man, no.

Like I set up for you, inside, remember?

Huh?

Is this about work or... Yes! Yes, it's about work!

A rich lawyer in Tiburon. You interested?

I'll get the van ready.

You're sure about it?

Yeah, Scotty, I'm sure. You sure?

(BACKGROUND CHATTER) (MUSIC PLAYING)

Mickey!

How we doing?

I think we're a hit.

Look at that gorgeous guy.

Hi.

Hi.

You made it. Of course.

You look sensational.

Thank you.

Is that your kitchen there?

Yeah.

That is one beautiful kitchen.

You did that?

Come. Come see it.

I...

I just realized I don't know your name.

Scott.

Scott.

Yeah, here.

Scott... BOTH: Muller.

President of American School Supplies Company.

Very impressive.

Mmm. Nah.

I inherited the whole thing.

Ray!

I'm glad you're here.

Uh, Ray, this is Scott Muller.

This is my famous husband.

Pleasure to meet you.

How do you do? Scott's here to check us out.

He might want to hire us.

Well, I think she's just terrific.

You must be very proud.

I am.

Well, I'll leave you two. I'm gonna circulate in the other rooms.

Nice meeting you. You too.

Where'd you meet that character?

At the market. He wants to hire a designer.

I'll bet.

Don't tell me I've finally aroused a little jealousy in you?

Oh, stop.

You're a writer of children's books?

That's right.

What about you?

School supplies.

What do you want with my wife? You want to sell her some school supplies?

Nah. No, I think your wife is extremely talented.

Huh.

Why, don't you?

Oh, oh, oh, yeah. That's great.

Well, it seems to me you take her career pretty lightly.

What makes you think that?

I think it's pretty obvious.

I'll see you around, Davis.

Hi? Hello?

JANIE: Are you going?

I don't know.

If it's that guy I saw you so eye-to-eye with last night, I say go for it.

Make an afternoon of it.

Janie, it's purely business.

Right.

I'm serious.

This could be a very important job for us.

This guy's got lots of money.

He inherited some business, school supplies company or something.

Right.

Shut up.

Hi. Hi.

You made it. Yes.

I think I'm a little early, actually.

This is a beautiful boat. It's stunning.

You like it, huh? Yes.

It's not mine, though.

That one's mine!

Oh! Boy, I feel stupid. (LAUGHS)

Why? I don't know why I thought that was your boat.

Here. I guess you were...

Oh, well, this is... This is a lovely boat.

Well, it's not extravagant,

but it's mine.

I like it. Care to come aboard?

I thought this was supposed to be a business meeting?

Oh, there's no business to discuss.

You're hired.

Um, $10,000?

Well, I plan to spend $100,000 so that's 10%.

If you want another five, I'll send it over in the morning.

Oh. No, no, no, this is fine.

Thanks. Thanks.

So, change your mind?

♪ Imagine secrets made in the dark ♪

♪ Face-to-face with your dreams ♪

♪ Stepping out of your life ♪

♪ Just imagine ♪

♪ Imagine ♪

♪ If you jump through the fire ♪

♪ Giving life to desire ♪

♪ Burning brighter than life ♪

♪ Just imagine ♪

♪ Take the danger ♪

♪ Take the pleasure ♪

♪ Take the fear ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Run sensations to the limit ♪

♪ Life's so near ♪

♪ One step ♪

♪ Two steps ♪

♪ Way beyond fear ♪

♪ One step ♪

♪ Way too far ♪

♪ One step ♪

♪ Two steps ♪

♪ Way beyond fear ♪

♪ One step ♪

♪ Takes you far ♪

♪ One step ♪

♪ Two steps... ♪

Um,

to business.

♪ One step ♪

♪ Way too far ♪

It's good.

Sorry, should have knocked.

Must be some entry.

What do you mean?

You practically jumped out of the tub.

Did I?

Yeah, you did.

Where'd you get the sunburn?

We went out on his boat.

Whose boat?

Scott's.

I started working for him today.

He gave me a $10,000 deposit.

What'd you give him?

I gave him head, of course. I give all our clients head.

It's in the brochure. Didn't you know?

Let's take a look at the famous secret journal.

No, Ray!

Mick. Ray. That is mine! It's private!

What the hell's in this book?

You got a whole other life?

I hope so.

You don't think she's having an affair, do you? I doubt it.

Mick's not the type.

Then what could it be? I don't know.

She hasn't been the same since the robbery.

Oh, she's not still hung up on that guy reading up on her?

Well, if she is, she doesn't talk about it.

I never see her anymore, Marty, she's...

She leaves the house early, she comes home late.

Mmm-hmm. What goes around comes around.

What are you saying? I had this coming?

I wouldn't go that far.

You're saying I'm not paying enough attention to my wife?

That's not far enough.

Marty, you got something to say, say it.

I can get myself a new publisher and a new friend.

Ray,

you've been on a roll for the last three, four years,

and you are the hottest item in the children's market today.

But you can be the most self-absorbed asshole in the world sometimes.

And I sure as hell wouldn't wanna live with you.

Who asked you?

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

(MUSIC STARTS PLAYING)

Oh, fuck.

Hi.

Well, come in, come in. I've been looking forward to this.

Well, as you can see, I need help.

Yeah, but it's great.

Boy, it's a big job but it's wonderful.

Well, good. I'll get us some champagne.

No! No, today I'm working.

Can I put my jacket in here?

No, wait...

Please... No, I can take that for you.

Just let me. Here. Look around.

All right. Here's what I want you to do.

Transform this dungeon, if you can.

Give it life and order

and make it feel like a real person lives in here.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

Well, I warn you though, you're not gonna have any privacy,

I'll be in and out of here every day.

That I can handle.

And, um, I'll need my own key.

You got it.

Here, let me show you my kitchen... Is that the bedroom?

Yeah, that's...

My bedroom.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, I guess, uh,

first thing to do is take down some measurements.

Except I can't find...

Do you have one in here?

No, wait. Wait. Don't.

What's that?

This?

This is protection.

.45 caliber.

Automatic.

Wanna hold it?

You know you should learn how to use one of these,

living in this city,

attractive woman like you.

All those crazies out there.

You never know.

Go on. Take it.

Go on. It won't bite you.

You cock it.

(GUNSHOT) (CHUCKLES)

Don't be afraid of the recoil.

(GUNSHOT)

Just let your hand go back naturally.

Try one. Come on.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay.

There you go.

Hand under here.

Arms straight out.

Take a wider stance.

There you go.

All right. There you go.

Okay.

Boy, it really jerks back, doesn't it?

Here. Let me show you.

Good.

Good. One more. Do it.

Very good.

I'll reload.

What a sense of, uh, power.

(GUN COCKS)

Okay, this one's all yours.

Legs wide apart.

Allow me. Okay.

And...

(GUNSHOT) Yeah.

Yeah, that's good.

That's good.

Yeah.

Go on.

(GUNSHOT)

You're doing great.

What?

Honey, come on.

Come on. Don't tense up now.

Come on, relax.

Enjoy it.

I can't. Sure, you can.

You're allowed. Come on.

Anything you want.

Any way you've ever wanted it.

Any way you ever imagined it.

Just let go.

Come on.

Come on. I'll show you.

Let's go.

Like this. (MOANS)

Like this. Oh.

Oh.

(MOANING)

(TYPEWRITER TAPPING)

Hi.

Hi.

You're drunk.

You're right.

You worked for Muller today, didn't you?

That's right.

Why aren't you looking at me?

Because I hate the way you look when you're drunk.

Where you going, to take a bath?

I also hate it when you're sarcastic.

Ray, let go of me!

Oh, no, not until you give me the details of your all-day session

with that phony son of a bitch!

Why are you acting so possessive?

Normally, you couldn't care enough to ask me how I spent my day.

Because I trust you.

Trust me? You don't notice me.

How can you say that?

You're practically the only person in my life that I didn't make up.

That's my whole point.

Aw, Mick.

Really, Ray, I mean,

tell me how you honestly felt about my kitchen.

Do you remember the colors?

Oh, Mickey, what the hell... No, do you?

Do you remember if it was linoleum or tile?

Do you remember the sink?

You don't remember it,

but you ask me about any one of your goddamn stories

and I can tell you every fucking detail!

Great. Go tell it to your holy book.

I wouldn't have to if I could tell you.

That is so much bullshit!

Every time we get even close to talking,

you take off and give it all to your goddamn book!

I can't imagine where I learned that trick.

(SIGHS)

All right, man. I'm going in. You stay here.

Scotty, would you relax, huh?

Just think of me as your guardian angel.

Let's get it over with. That was a joke, man.

That was a joke.

Come on. (VAN DOOR CLOSES)

(DRILLING)

Shit!

(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

Central, this is MacElwane. Central!

Central, do you hear me? It's MacElwane.

There's a robbery in progress at five-nine... (GUNSHOT)

(VAN DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTING)

Oh, man, what is the matter with you?

Why'd you have to kill him? Left me no choice, man.

He left you no choice?

You could have shot the radio!

You could have hit him over the head.

You could have done anything, you didn't have to kill him!

Oh, God.

What am I doing?

What am I doing here?

Scott, tell me more about how your business works.

Oh, you don't wanna know that. That's so boring.

Boring. No, I'd like to know.

No, let's keep this fun, let's play a game.

Why are you always sidestepping that question.

No, let's play a game.

It's a terrific game, you're gonna love it.

I guess things about you and we bet on whether I'm right or wrong.

Try it? Real money?

What do you think? That's what makes it fun.

Come on, come on, I bet you 10 bucks

I can guess your favorite radio station.

You're a crazy man.

All right, let's see.

I'll bet you go for that funky little FM station all the way on the right.

The one that plays old David Bowie,

Elvis Costello,

Kenny Rogers when he was with the First Edition.

KROJ. Mmm-hmm.

How'd you know that?

Double or nothing if I can guess your political affiliation.

(SIGHS) I don't think I wanna play this game anymore, Scott.

You're Republican, Mickey,

because you read Ayn Rand in college

but you vote Democrat

because you think Republicans are too straight.

How could you possibly know that?

You really wanna know?

You sure?

Yes.

I read this article on you in Designer Scene.

I cheated.

Designer Scene?

It's a trade magazine.

Since when do you read trade magazines?

Since I decided that I wanted to know everything I could about you.

Everything?

Everything.

It's crazy, Marty, I feel so powerless.

I suddenly have all these things I need to tell her and she's not here.

You ever think about just calling the guy?

Just confront him.

Yeah, I thought of it.

So, what, are you scared?

Yes, I'm scared.

Look, this character, inside these clothes,

he is straight from the streets.

All right, what's the worst that could happen?

You tell him to stay away from your wife and he kills you.

What's the problem? Yeah, no problem.

If you're convinced the guy is dangerous, just call the police.

Forget the police. I'll do my own police work.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY) (BOTH LAUGHING)

Okay, I know that your father was a businessman,

he was the founder of the American School Supplies Company.

And your mother,

I bet, was a lousy cook but very into charities.

Mmm?

You had a brother and a sister,

both younger,

and a dog named Leroy.

What? Leroy?

Leroy. (BOTH CHUCKLING)

Uh, you went to school in a suburb someplace,

and you were a high school football star,

voted "Most Likely to Succeed."

Mmm-hmm?

No.

No. No what?

No football.

No high school,

no brother, no sister.

No mother,

no father,

no dog.

Well, I was close.

The only thing you need to know about me right now...

Is this. Is this.

No.

No, I have to know more.

Otherwise I feel like you're hiding something.

Are you hiding something, Scott?

There's your partner.

Don't wanna miss your appointment.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Hi.

How was my timing?

Not good.

What's wrong?

I, uh...

I don't know him at all.

He won't tell me anything about himself.

Maybe he's married. (CHUCKLES)

No, that's not it.

He acts like he's had no other life before I came along.

This whole thing is beginning to scare me.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

I'm cold.

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

What's the matter? What?

Nothin'.

I gotta go take care of some business right now.

So, uh, give me a call before you go home, all right.

I'll try, um, but I'm behind on some work.

Just call me!

I don't like to be ordered around like that, Scott.

Who you kidding?

I don't know how to say this,

but it's all changing...

Suddenly.

Of course it's changin'.

It's supposed to change, Mickey.

I've changed so much since this whole thing started.

Thanks to you,

I feel like I'm getting a whole new chance to do it right.

For Christ's sake, don't back out now.

Don't push me right now, okay?

Why?

Why?

You don't love that guy.

No, you're wrong, I do love him.

We haven't been able to talk to each other for a long time

and maybe we shouldn't live together but I do love him.

Ray, do we really have to do this?

Who's scared now?

I'm not scared, I'm anxious.

I'll drop you at your analyst's when we're done.

What if you're right and the guy is Joe Street

and he's got a gun?

Just keep an eye on the car and make sure we don't get too close.

This is great. I'm riding shotgun with Dr. Seuss.

RAY: Where the hell is he going?

Stay back a little ways, will you?

This Jeep's about as inconspicuous as a Rose Parade float.

Berkeley's vice squad has made 116 prostitution arrests

during the last two months of this year,

mostly on University Avenue. (KNOCK AT DOOR)

The police department spokesman says the city won't tolerate prostitutes...

You know why I'm here.

I only got a few minutes. I need the money from the other night.

MARTY: It is indeed the American School Supplies Company.

So let's go.

Why aren't there any cars? How should I know?

Maybe it's a holiday for school supply workers.

I'm not that wild about this neighborhood. Let's just go.

He's coming out.

Be right back. Hey, wait, wait...

This is not something you're writing. This is real.

You could die if you go walking in a place like that.

You don't know who's in there!

All I'm gonna do is take a little look around

the old American School Supplies Company.

That's all.

MAN ON TV: Security officer Mike MacElwane,

who retired from the police department two years ago,

was tragically murdered in Tiburon by unknown assailants.

MacElwane was one of the most highly decorated members

of the police force in San Francisco history.

And the entire police department is mourning his death.

Top priority has been given to apprehending his killers

and bringing them to justice.

(METAL CREAKS)

Investigators came up empty-handed today...

Four small fires were touched off...

...while police and firefighters searched rooms for a suspect.

The fires were confined to trash cans...

(GUN COCKS)

Authorities say thefts of hospital equipment...

Jesus!

(HORN HONKING)

Play detective some other time! I'm hungry!

Get in the car, Marty. We gotta find Mick and warn her.

What? Warn her? What?

There are a couple of our paintings stashed

in that building. Muller's the thief.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

BUDDY: Welcome home, Scotty.

How'd you get in here?

Now that's an interesting question.

We're criminals, remember?

What do you want, man? I'm busy.

I gotta hand it to you, Scott!

This place is fucking beautiful.

It's like Disneyland in here!

It's got everything.

Did you do this by yourself or did you have some help?

What's it to you, man?

Well, nothin', it's just nice.

All right, what's your fuckin' problem?

Breaking into my place and pumping me with dumb fuckin' questions,

what's going on? Let me get to the point.

Do that, please. Okay.

After you left the warehouse this morning,

I got a visit from someone.

Someone named Ray Davis.

You know Ray Davis? Sure you do, huh.

So I said to myself, "Scotty can't be fucking Ray Davis,

so he's gotta be fucking his old lady." Aren't you?

You're fucking that little twat.

You motherfucker! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you.

You understand? I'll kill you!

Come on, I'll fuckin'...

Hey, motherfucker, slow way down.

Way down!

Now, I'm gonna let you slide on this Davis shit

'cause I think you're sick in the fuckin' head,

but there's a second order of business

I think you better take a good look at.

What's that?

The old man's got a friend in the department.

And I got word that they found prints where we shot that security guard.

How's that grab you? Well, whose prints, man?

I don't leave fuckin' prints! Yeah?

That's you man. You killed that guy! I didn't!

You ever hear of "accessory"?

Check in your fuckin' law books. We could both do life.

Not me, you understand?

I'm not going back in that fucking place. You got it?

I'm out of this town tonight! Yeah.

I'm gone, all right! So get the fuck out!

Shoot. Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa!

Ooh, I love it when you're dramatic like that.

Hey, you better stop bullshittin' yourself, man.

Nobody dragged you anywhere.

Man, you don't belong up in credit card heaven with those assholes.

Don't you know that, man?

You belong down here with us.

That's who you are.

So be smart. Take a look at this place.

You ain't got no money left.

One more good score and then we both walk outta here tomorrow

with some change in our pocket.

That's smart, okay?

You got my number. I'll wait for your call.

Oh, Scotty, bullshit aside... Fuckin' nice joint.

Sweeney, could we speed this up?

I'm a little worried about my wife. All right.

Take it easy, we just can't go rushing out arresting people.

There are procedures we have to follow.

Screw your procedures. This guy's a criminal!

We don't know what he'll do. He could kill her!

Will you relax? You still gotta sign this complaint.

Fuck the complaint! Thanks for all your help.

Hey wait a minute! Where you going?

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

Come on. (DOORBELL BUZZES)

Come on, come on, come on.

(BUZZING)

Who is it? Mickey, it's me, it's Scott, let me up.

Scott, I'm working.

Mickey, I gotta talk to you. Let me up.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Okay. (DOOR BUZZES)

You didn't call, did you?

Scott, I thought I made it clear...

I need a drink. Can I fix myself...

Mickey, I know what you said in the car.

Something's come up.

I gotta leave town right away. I want you with me.

What are you saying?

I swear to you, you'll love it.

We'll live on the boat, we'll go from city to city, just you and me.

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

What the fuck you lookin' at?

(SIGHS) I don't know you.

Of course you know me.

You know me.

You know me better than anyone has ever known me.

Believe me. And you know what?

I know you.

I know you like no one has ever known you,

don't I, baby? Hmm?

Don't I, Michelle?

What? Oh, you heard me.

What are you saying? Come on, Mrs. Davis.

You want me to quote from the book?

Is that what you want, huh? No.

I got a juicy one.

"I'm all alone. There's a knocking at the door. It's him.

I call for him to leave but he won't.

He just keeps pounding and pounding..."

No! "And he's gonna come in..."

No! "He takes me, throws me down on the floor..."

No! You bastard!

You lowlife bastard! You're sick!

Oh, I'm sick, huh? What's that make you?

You wrote that shit in those books, not me.

You lied! You invented this whole person!

I invented it? You invented me, lady!

You begged me to come into your life and make it all right

and that's what I did.

I did everything you ever wanted a man to do for you.

Everything.

Look at me!

I love you.

I never loved anyone before in my life!

I never even came close.

This has got to stop. No!

No, please! (SCREAMING) No!

We'll stop when I say stop! No!

What's it gonna take, huh?

You want me to remind you, huh?

- You want me to remind you what it was like, huh? - No.

Hmm? What it was like?

Ray! Muller!

You son of a bitch!

Stop!

(RAY GROANS)

Come on! You want more? Come on!

- Come on! I'll give you more! - MICKEY: No!

Oh, that's beautiful. Just beautiful, Mickey.

You wanna live with that the rest of your life, Mickey, go ahead!

Come on, be smart.

You poor sick bastard.

Oh, shut up, man, shut up!

Do you even know this woman? (SCOFFS)

You know how far she went in those journals?

I'll tell you.

"One day he comes for me and I go.

I leave my safe, safe existence and I just go."

I wrote that a long time ago.

It's not true.

It's not true.

I don't believe that.

(SNIFFLING)

Oh, Ray.

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too. (SOBBING)

I talked to the police.

He's gone.

Good.

Ray...

I've decided that I'm gonna stop writing in the journal.

And all the things I used to write, can I say to you?

Of course you can.

All I ever wanted was to be the best friend you ever had.

And I got so caught up in my work, I forgot that.

You were really something yesterday. (SCOFFS)

The way you came charging in. (CHUCKLING)

Dr. Seuss to the rescue.

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry I wasn't the dashing figure I imagined myself to be.

You were very dashing.

What a goof.

You got a real jones, don't you, you sick fuck.

Just get the fuck out of here.

You leave these people alone.

Scotty, you leave these people alone.

You're the one who's got a problem.

I'm just doing my job.

I said get out of here, man.

Well, well, well.

What did you find here, Scott?

Was it what you thought it was gonna be?

Was it worth it?

You wouldn't understand in a million years.

Well, help me understand! Explain it to me.

I'm listening.

I got nothing more to say to you.

Then stay out of my way.

I said leave these people alone!

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(STRUGGLING)

(GROANS)

(CLATTERING)

Jesus, he's back!

(WHISPERING) Call the police.

(WHISPERING) What are you going to do?

I'm gonna stop the son of a bitch.

Just call the police. Call them!

(DIALING)

MICKEY: This is Mrs. Davis at 3080 Seacliff Drive.

There's somebody robbing our house.

Yes. Please hurry.

(HANGS UP PHONE)

Stop right there. It's all over!

Drop it. Drop it!

I'll shoot!

(GUNSHOTS)

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

Better not touch anything.

I don't remember pulling the trigger.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

SWEENEY: Dead, huh? Take some pictures here.

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

All right, let's see what we got here.

Well, there's your problem.

Buddy?

(GASPS)

You're hurt.

You did it.

You shot him.

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

Scott!

♪ Somewhere deep inside of a stranger's eyes ♪

♪ There are stranger things I see ♪

♪ Shades of light ♪

♪ On a secret part of me ♪

♪ Living in the shadows ♪

♪ Hiding from my life ♪

♪ I was waiting for a dream ♪

♪ Now a perfect stranger fills my needs ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Stole my heart from me ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Better than a dream ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Hands upon my body ♪

♪ Full of cool control ♪

♪ Baby, tell me how you knew ♪

♪ Every sin that felt so good to me ♪

♪ Now I see you clearer ♪

♪ Through your one-way mirror ♪

♪ Real but too surreal ♪

♪ Turn the pages ♪

♪ You're a memory ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Stole my heart from me ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Better than a dream ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ When I think about my soul ♪

♪ All the secrets that you stole ♪

♪ Then I know that ♪

♪ I've just got to let you go ♪

♪ I've got to let you go ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Stole my heart from me ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Better than a dream ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Stole my heart from me ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Better than a dream ♪

♪ Thief of hearts ♪

♪ Stole my heart from me ♪