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Behind the shadowed road.

Motion city sleeps.

And motion city dreams alone.

See your memory.

See your passion.

Muted in the fog.

Motion city moves.

And motion city weeps alone.

Great dark city.

I want to capture you. And she sings the siren song. All right.

Motion to move.

Eye of the tag.

She dreams her dreams alone.

The suffering fall.

The siren's surface is calling. Her love has gone.

Throw that up.

The song goes out to you.

You'll find it hard to keep on cool when temptation blocks the

view.

Call of passion, hard to forget, and the memories curl away.

Most of the city wants to capture you, and she'll catch you when you

fall.

The eyes you watch are watching you, and the eyes show no regret.

You're far from home, no low runner, and nothing close

to danger.

Lose your path, lose your path, and the rain will turn to fire.

You're beautiful.

I know.

Come on, you... What?

You goddamn ass. I've never seen anything like it.

Stop sniffing and start pissing, for Christ's sake.

Is your girlfriend down there? Will you hurry up, please?

Morning, Harry.

Morning, Sylvie. Love your perfume.

Hello, Harry.

Hi.

This is Harry Ross.

Yeah, you got it. Harry, high five.

Okay, Jerry, confirm Vectricon 500 shares, and that is account number

8907890, and that's 79 and an 8, yeah.

Yes, right.

Yeah, bye.

Harry Rusty.

Thelma. Thelma, you can't do it.

No. Two and a quarter is holding firm.

Yeah, uh, listen, I can put a line in for you, but you're going to have a long

wait.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, fine.

Just give me a call.

Yeah, I'll get back to you.

So, uh, what are your feelings on APEC?

APEC. He's got a bundle invested in three factories in El Salvador, right?

They'll build them, the guerrillas will blow them up, and that'll be the end of

APEC. That's what I think.

So maybe we should, uh, buy short?

Yeah, the shorter the better.

You look tired, Harry.

Yeah, I think it's all the sleep I'm getting.

Maybe you should get some more exercise.

Thank you.

Fun night.

What the hell are you doing?

Dr.

Barnes' office. Can I help you?

Yes, this is Harry Ross.

I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Barnes as soon as possible.

Could you tell me who referred you to Dr. Barnes?

Actually, no one referred me. I just found the number in the book.

I see.

Well, you see... See, we have offices in the same building, and I

thought we'd just keep it in the house, you know.

Oh, you know, just things.

Uh, Ross. Harry Ross.

I'm sorry?

Ross. I'm in the building. Call down. Before. Oh, of course. Have a seat.

Mary Ross is here.

Okay, fine.

Dr. Barnes will be right with you.

Mr. Ross?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Barnes.

Won't you come in?

Do you mind if I smoke?

No, please do.

It's a little embarrassing.

I actually thought you were going to be a man with the name

Alex.

It's a man's name. Mr. Ross.

Please, Harry.

Harry.

I'm a psychiatrist.

There isn't much I haven't heard, believe me.

Well, that being the case, why don't we just jump right in?

Please do.

I think I'm turning into a pervert.

Would you like to elaborate on that?

All in all, I've been back about...

Six or seven times in the past week and a half.

Almost every night.

Almost? Hmm.

Have you ever done this kind of thing before?

No.

Do you masturbate?

I know.

I'll go blind, right?

No, I mean while you watch.

Of course not.

Then what do you get out of it?

Four parking tickets and a new pair of running shoes.

I don't understand.

Dog shit.

Got dog shit on my running shoes and I had to throw them away.

Oh.

Are you heterosexual or homosexual?

I am heterosexual.

Do you have any problems in your sex life?

I haven't had any complaints.

Do I look like a homosexual?

Mr. Ross, these are just routine questions.

Hi. Do you have regular relationships with women?

As regular as possible.

One or more?

What? I mean, are you monogamous or polygamous?

I'm single!

You know...

Curious as to what keeps bringing you back.

Is it this woman, or is it what she's doing?

Uh, I'm... I'm not sure, really.

There are three of them.

Sometimes.

What do they do?

Tell you what they do?

Well, they have a lot of fun.

What kind of fun?

Well, let's put it this way. They do just about everything in the book.

Give me an example.

Okay.

Uh... An example?

Mm -hmm.

Are you sure you really want to hear about this?

Well, it might help us get to the root of your problem.

It's always the redhead. She's like posing. She's performing

for him.

Go on.

Tell me everything.

Okay.

The first time I saw her, she slowly started to hike

her...

her skirt up and... very slowly started to pull her... her...

her, uh, panties down.

And then this guy, uh... said she... said she was beautiful.

She was with a man?

Yeah, he was watching her.

How did you feel about him watching her?

Well... Considering the fact that I was watching her, I didn't see any reason

why he shouldn't watch.

All right.

Go on.

And it really wasn't until then that I realized that she didn't have anything

underneath. I mean, I hadn't... I really hadn't seen anything yet.

Anyway.

She stepped...

Into the light.

And I saw a face.

She was beautiful.

But she was laughing.

She was laughing. The whole thing was an act.

It was just this beautiful act.

It was like magic.

She was naked.

Well, I think we'd better stop for today.

So, what do you think?

Well, I think you're definitely not a pervert.

But I think you might consider coming back.

Actually, I have... I got a better idea. How about we have dinner tonight?

I think that we should keep this relationship strictly on a professional

Well, then how about lunch tomorrow?

No lunch?

No lunch.

I guess... I guess I'll have to come back.

Again.

Thank you.

A little frisky this evening, aren't we?

Corny.

Phil.

Caroline, we're in a restaurant.

I've done it in elevators, airplanes.

I even did it on the subway once.

But I've never, ever done it in a restaurant.

Give me your foot I'll go under the table and get it

you got it

Thank you.

Wine Lister?

It's been a long day.

Peter a little tired.

What?

Well, sleep tight.

Where the hell are you going?

I got a lot of work to catch up on.

You're putting me on. No, no, really. I gotta go.

I feel you.

Tell that to my foot.

You can't leave me like this.

Carolyn, really, I got a lot of work to catch up on.

An hour.

One of us has got to be strong.

I don't have the inner strength.

Please, just make me go.

Please, just make me go.

All right, go.

Go to hell.

Thank you.

Come here.

Well, the music's over.

I want you now.

Really?

That hurt.

Oh, baby.

She's really pressing, you know?

Let me worry about her.

Come on.

I don't like it. What? Don't worry about it.

Trust me.

I'll take care of it.

Sorry.

I'm breathing.

People,

they never go slow anymore. The only thing that goes slow is you.

How do you feel about sex?

Dirty job, but somebody's got to do it.

You see sex as a dirty job?

That was a joke.

Might be relevant.

I think certain comments are more relevant than others. I think that

comment fell in the irrelevant category.

Well, how do you feel about it?

Well, it'll do until the real thing comes along.

Is something bothering you?

I went back there again.

Last night?

I saw you in the restaurant.

Why'd you come over and introduce yourself?

Well, you seemed pretty wrapped up in each other.

You were watching?

I only mention it because voyeurs are usually incapable of the act. They don't

want to be participants.

And you seem to be a pretty avid participant.

So it makes me think that there's some other mechanism here at work.

Wait a minute now. Last week, there was no problem. You're saying I have a real

problem here?

Oh, it's against the law.

So is smoking grass. Everybody does it.

It's antisocial behavior.

I guess you're antisocial, too.

What? Well, last night in the restaurant.

You were watching.

Very clever, Mr. Ross.

Harry.

But it won't wash.

I wasn't invading your privacy.

I don't go looking in everybody's window, okay?

I just look in hers.

And I don't feel very guilty about it, because if she wanted privacy, she would

close the fucking blinds.

Does it arouse you?

When I'm watching her, yes.

So it is her, not just the act.

No, it's... It's a combination.

The whole scene doesn't make any sense.

I think that's what's pulling me back.

It's like a bizarre soap opera. I just want to... You know, I want to see how

ends. Why don't you approach her?

It's not that kind of thing.

She's a dream.

You know, this illusion.

I think you're still afraid to commit.

What makes you think she's the right one?

I don't know.

It's a suggestion.

I think... I think that's enough for today.

You know, actually, I have a suggestion myself.

How about dinner tonight?

Friday.

That's perfect.

Eight o 'clock?

Friday is your next appointment.

Ah.

Harry?

Yes? Don't go back there.

Don't take it under advisement.

You could get caught.

I'm very fast.

See you Friday.

At four.

Let's go now.

What are you, starting your little act all over again?

Hurry up.

What are you doing?

Sniff. What's down there anyways?

Will you stop that or I'm going to trade you in?

Hurry up.

Oh, my God. If you go any slower, you're going to stop, I think.

Atta boy.

Atta boy.

Honks.

Well, I want to report a murder.

Did you say murder, sir? I think someone was murdered.

At 57 Crescent Street.

What's your name, sir? What difference does it make?

Someone was murdered.

57 Crescent Street.

I think it was the guy.

Is that yours?

Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to scare you.

No sweat.

I see you got a ticket there.

Yeah, I collect them.

You know, I feel sorry for you guys.

You work hard all day, come down to the park, run off the nerves. What do you

get? A ticket.

Right.

Listen, hey, excuse me.

I've seen you around here before. I mean, not so much you, but the car.

You know, my mutt loves the tires.

But don't worry, she aims low, and if she gets any in the paint job, well,

just give her a kick in the ass, eh?

Right, right.

You're really something, you are.

Yes, I have to speak to Dr. Barnes.

I'm sorry, we're just the answering service.

Can you give me her phone number, please?

This is a matter of life and death.

We're not at liberty to do that. Can I help you?

Yeah, this is Harry Ross.

When she comes in, would you have her call me, please? It is urgent.

She's not at home this evening.

Well, when she does get home, would you have her call me, please?

What do you got?

Oh, sir.

We had a female, early 30s, and also we received an anonymous call at 911.

That came in about 15 minutes after two separate power calls had already been

clocked. The unit was already here.

That's a house?

No, sir. That was around the corner, talking to one of the neighbors on the

block. Apparently he heard someone scooting around in his backyard early

this evening.

You got an identification on the victim yet?

Well, sir, the car outside is registered to a Mary Kittrick.

Now, it could be hers. I'm having it checked out right now with motor

Okay. Thank you.

Yes, Harry.

What can I do for you?

Alex, she's dead.

The redhead.

You gotta help me.

Yeah, there are multiple stab wounds in the abdomen.

Can you tell if she was tied up before or after she was stabbed?

Before.

Anything else?

She had sex before death.

There's semen evidence.

A real looker.

A real waste.

Sergeant. Excuse me, Sergeant. We got a positive on her. Her name is Mary

Kittrick. She's from New York, and she rented this house about three weeks ago.

And she started working as a ticketing agent about the same time.

Check out New York. See what you can turn up.

Right. What about the neighbors?

Well, we questioned a few of them, but nobody knows very much about her. She

kept pretty much to herself.

Work nights.

Get a load of this.

Quite a little collection for a nice, quiet girl who kept pretty much to

herself.

And what about physical evidence?

Prints? Shit, when did we ever lift a print?

Place is Smudge City.

What do you think?

Well...

No forced entry.

Nothing appears to be taken.

If it was a burglar, he caught one look at the lady and changed his mind in a

hurry.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

This is about Patrolman Dodge. He was the first man on the scene.

What's the story?

I was just three houses away taking a report on a prowler when the call came

A guy up the street, he saw someone running to his backyard.

Thinks it may be neighborhood kids.

Another house how their dog gets spooked by somebody or something.

All right, thanks You

gentlemen finished with the body Well,

would

you take a look at that perfect there's more out here I think we had paid her

Excuse me, sir.

Look what I found outside. She must have been renting the place from these

people.

What the hell's that smell?

Smells like dog shit.

What do you want me to do with it, sir?

Check it out.

And use it to clean your shoes.

Oh.

Sir Dodge.

Oh, God, Harry.

What happened?

That's what I told you on the phone. Are you sure she was dead?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, she was dead.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I was a little messed up before, but I think they'll ride over and count

me down.

You know you have to go to the police.

I told them. But they'll want to talk with you, Harry.

About what?

I don't know anything.

I know she's dead. I don't know anything else. They'll want to know what you

were doing there.

What I was doing there, I was breaking the law, for Christ's sake.

When you're breaking the law in this country and someone has murdered, what I

was doing goes from a misdemeanor to a felony.

Come, calm down.

You know you don't have to tell them everything.

What am I supposed to say?

Officer, I just happened to be cutting through this lady's backyard on my way

home. I just happened to be looking through a bedroom window, and there she

dead. They're going to know what I was doing. Harry, relax, okay? You look

in the papers, too.

Peeping Tom discovers murdered nympho.

I'd be lucky if they let me wash dishes for the rest of my life. For Christ's

sake, Harry, sit down, and let's go through this thing quietly and

okay? Yeah.

Alex.

If I thought I knew something, I would tell them, I swear.

Did anyone see you?

No, no.

Just a dog.

Shit.

Somebody did see you.

No, no, it was afterwards.

It's nothing to worry about.

Harriet, I have to ask you this question.

Let me guess.

Did I do it?

Well, I don't think you did it.

I just had to ask you the question.

I don't think you'd lie to me.

Why would I lie to you?

I've already admitted to you that I look through windows at naked women. If I

did it, you think I would come here and tell you all this?

Well,

that might be an alibi.

Some alibi.

She's been dead for hours. I just got here.

Harry, why did you call me?

Because I'm scared shitless.

You're a psychiatrist. You're supposed to help people who are scared shitless.

What is it?

My ribs.

I think I broke them.

Oh, God. Let me look at this.

Oh, God. What hit you?

A fence and a car.

These should be buttes. Look like running shoes.

Maybe get a break for a change.

Probably turn out to be a dissatisfied maid who wouldn't do windows.

Run it through for saliva.

I guess we better

start interviewing the neighbors.

Shit, that's going to take all night.

You got something better to do?

No. I haven't seen my wife and kid for a week.

I got nothing better to do.

Let's put this thing in perspective.

You were jogging. You looked through a window. You saw a dead woman. You

reported it.

There isn't anything else you can do except get yourself into a whole lot of

trouble. I don't know. It's... Everything just all happened so fast.

You know, maybe, uh, maybe I forgot something.

Like what?

I don't know.

Maybe something about the boyfriend.

Harry, you've already reported him.

It's a cut -and -dried case. They're probably picking him up right now.

Yeah. You know what you need?

What? You need some sleep.

Look, I can make up one of the couches and... No, it's... No, I, uh... I gotta

go to work.

You're gonna go to work tomorrow?

This is tomorrow.

Look outside.

The sun's coming up.

Well?

Alex, thanks.

Was this part of the job?

No, it wasn't.

Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?

I'm hearing things.

I'll pick you up your office.

Wait a minute. What happened to the professional relationship?

They about...

Six.

Yeah.

All right.

Call me if you need me.

Thank you.

R -A... R -A... R -A... Was there a number? I couldn't get the number.

Couldn't get no number. But it was a Mercedes?

Yes, a Mercedes.

It was white. I should have used a couple of them. I lived just down the

Get this.

McKenna Real Estate rents that house along with several other properties.

And it belongs to...

Guess who?

Senator Joseph Latimer.

You're kidding.

His wife owns a real estate company. They weren't too pleased to hear the

this morning.

That's all we needed, a senator on our ass.

You think there's a connection?

Well, get somebody to check it out, but tell them to be discreet, huh? Real

discreet.

Did you get the coroner's report yet?

Oh, yeah.

Mary Kittrick was killed by a knife, probably a hunting knife.

Five stab wounds, any one of them failed.

Excuse me, I was just talking to the guy over there, the one with the dot, and

he gave me a description of a light -colored Mercedes, partial plates RKE6,

he says he saw it near a park which is near the murder site, and he places the

guy who owns the car near the Kittrick house.

He was out jogging.

When? About four or five days ago.

Great. I just thought I'd go and follow through on it.

Yeah, you go ahead and do that.

That kid is too enthusiastic.

This stuff just came in from New York. Guess what?

What? Mary Kittrick was a hooker.

She was pretty high class, but she had two prior arrests in New York.

We got anything on her?

Well, she was working as a ticket agent.

Guess she moved here and decided to go straight.

Look, kid.

Once a hooker, always a hooker.

Nobody ever gives up that lifestyle. It's in the blood.

But she was working as a ticket agent. Checked it out myself.

Just check it out with Vice, will you?

Sir.

He may be enthusiastic, but he sure is dumb.

That footprint in the bushes.

It's an Adidas training shoe, size 11.

Forensic puts the guy's weight at 180, 190 pounds.

You sure it's a guy?

Positive. It's a cigarette, but saliva test says male, blood type O.

What about prints?

No prints.

He hasn't got a record they don't exist.

Cantrell!

Yes, sir?

The guy with the Mercedes, the jogger, you check him out yet?

Yes, sir.

Well, let's hear it.

You know, it's been written up four times the past two weeks.

I have it here.

Yes, sir.

The license is RKE -686.

That includes a ticket the night before the murder at 11 .17 p .m. and another

the same night it happened.

You run a registration check?

Yes, sir. The car belonged to a Harrison C. Ross of 2104 Whitman Road.

You happen to run them through the DMV?

Yes, sir. His age is 34. He's 6 '3", 180 pounds, dark brown hair, dark eyes.

Has an organ donor card with type O blood.

What do you think?

I think the kid's a fucking genius.

Time to call the judge.

555 -9053, sir.

Does a search warrant entitle you to take a man's food?

I'm really sorry, ma 'am, but I haven't eaten all day.

Well, take a look at that.

Adidas. Size 11.

Perfect. All of the soil analysis done in an hour.

I don't mean to pry or anything, but is this anything to do with embezzlement?

I mean, Mr. Roth being a stockbroker and all?

A stockbroker?

A licensed stockbroker?

Sure he is.

Cantrell, call the Securities and Exchange Commission. If he's a licensed

broker, his fingerprints are on file.

Get him and take him downtown.

And move it.

Damn monster.

Breaking into a brand new pair of shoes.

We'll go in and read Ross's rights.

You two keep the hall clear, okay?

All right.

Leonard!

So glad to see you. All right.

What the hell is Leonard?

Have you been prescribing drugs?

You're so surprised.

The police?

Yes, they're here to arrest you. For what? For murder.

That's not her.

What are you talking about?

That's the girl that was murdered.

Tall, beautiful, red hair, just the way you described her. No, no. It looks a

little like her, but it's not her.

Well, Harry, maybe it's a bad photograph. I mean, look at yours. It

you just got out of the army. I did just get out of the army when that was

taken, but that's not the redhead.

And look at this.

They've got your fingerprints.

They've got your blood type.

They've even got your shoe size, Harry. You are the worst damn criminal I have

ever seen. Why didn't you just leave a note?

Jesus Christ. Sounds like you think I did it. Well, everything here seems to

point in that direction.

Harry, are you sure you've told me everything?

Yes.

Well, you just have to go over it again.

Maybe there's something you saw in that room the night of the murder or one of

the other nights that could lead us to her boyfriend.

What was his name?

Don't know.

Come on, Harry, think.

Bart. Bert.

Good. What is the point?

Stay with me. I couldn't see anything anyway. There was a flashing light.

There was a dog. I looked back in the window and she was dead.

What kind of flashing light?

With a slow strobe.

I have been through this a hundred times in my mind. I told you everything.

You think you've told me everything and you probably have. In your conscious

mind.

In my conscious mind. Right.

I've never been hypnotized.

You gotta be joking.

I've been looking over a list of Mary Kittrick's personal effects.

There is no telephone book, no postcards, no letters, no photographs.

Just some clothes and a blender.

I mean, even ex -hookers make phone calls or write letters.

So maybe she left all that stuff in New York.

Maybe it was stolen.

Why? Because it was something else.

A name. Something.

Something that someone didn't want anyone else to find.

Sergeant! Oh, no.

Here comes Hopalong Cassidy.

Oh, Sergeant.

Listen, I was talking to a security guard over at Ross's, uh, his building,

you know what he told me?

No. What did he tell you?

Well, he told me that he saw Ross leave the apartment the same afternoon that we

went to arrest him.

Now, he was with Dr. Alexander Barnes.

And you see, she has an office in the same building.

Now, he's not sure, but he thinks that's who it was, and they were in a hurry.

And look at this.

This is Ross's appointment book. You see, Dr. Alexander Barnes right here, as

well as Dr. Barnes on the 12th and the 13th.

So? So, I called her answering service.

This nice old lady tells me that Ross made an emergency phone call to Dr.

Barnes. The same night of the murder.

Okay, Harry, you're breathing deeply.

You're relaxing.

Breathe deeply, Harry.

Good.

Okay, we're going to continue.

Harry, describe him.

Try to visualize him in detail.

Yeah.

In his twenties.

She calls him Bert.

He tries to hold her.

She pushes him away.

Does she have a name?

Jo.

Jo... Beth.

Good.

What do you see?

She's with another woman.

Peace.

Now we're going to move to the next time you see them.

Okay, you're standing across the street.

Remember the flashes.

What do you see?

A car.

What kind of car?

A car from Lincoln.

Crossing the street.

Polished.

What are you doing now?

Moving toward the house.

I can hear music.

Go on.

Below the window now.

Look inside the window, Harry. Look inside.

It's on top of her.

She's tied to bed.

Wrists tied.

Ankles.

She's massaging her.

Jobeck?

No fear back.

He's reaching for something.

What is it?

I can't see.

He puts it down at her side.

I can see him in a mirror.

I can... He, him, Bert. And I can see her in the mirror.

Someone else in the room.

Someone else?

That's her.

Who? Jo Beth.

Not under there.

She's in the corner of the room.

She's watching.

It doesn't make sense.

What is it? She doesn't know.

What? She's enjoying it. They all are.

What is going to happen?

I don't understand.

Okay, Harry, I just want you to relax.

I don't understand.

Relax.

I want you to breathe deeply and relax.

You're okay.

Sergeant Hickman.

Okay, we're going to continue, Harry.

You start to run.

Where do you run?

Three yards.

Many yards.

Fast as I can.

I'm scared.

Fence.

Dog.

How the heart will I get out of this?

Another fence.

I'm safe now.

I'm safe.

No.

Something coming at me.

What is it? Something coming.

No lights. It's Jesus.

It hits me. A car hits you?

It lights.

Describe it, Harry.

I'm on the ground.

I'm on the ground.

I can't see.

Who's in it, Harry?

I just can't see.

Can you see the license plate, Harry?

650.

Shares. Corporation.

650.

Shares. Corporation.

I see you, you son of a bitch.

I'm going to take you out of this, Harry.

I'm going to count back from ten.

Ten. Ten.

We're coming down five.

One.

Who

is

it? Please, Dr. Barnes.

I'll be right there.

Sergeant Hickman.

Hi.

Sorry it's so late, but this will only take a moment.

Sergeant Latham and Detective Cantrell. Excuse me, ma 'am.

It is kind of important.

See, well, I think this is about Harry Ross.

Yes.

Have you seen him in the last 24 hours?

No. No, I haven't. Excuse me, Dr. Barnes, do you have a washroom I could

I really have to go.

If it's down here, I'll find it.

Has he called you? What?

Oh, Harry Ross.

No, he hasn't.

Dr. Barnes, the security guard in your building...

Says he saw you leave with Mr.

Ross the day we came to arrest him.

Well, he's mistaken.

You know, of course, there's a murder warrant out for his arrest.

Yes, I do read the papers.

Dr. Barnes, if you happen to know of his present whereabouts, I think you should

tell us.

Because that kind of information is not privileged information.

And withholding it would make you an accessory.

Yes, I know that.

If he does call you, you will let us know, won't you?

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Oh, Doctor, what was he seeing you for, anyway?

Now, that is privileged information.

So, if you don't have any more questions... Thank you for your time,

Barnes.

Oh, Sergeant.

My tape recorder.

Sorry.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Good night.

You get a feeling there's something she's not telling us?

Uh -huh.

Oh, good thinking, kid. That bit about having to go to the bathroom?

Get a good look at the rest of the place.

No, I really had to go to the bathroom.

Kid, you're too fast for me. Just when I think you're coming down with a case of

the smart, you come down with a bigger case of the dumb. It's amazing.

What'd I do?

What did I do?

Flashes.

Metallic.

And see... Oh, my God.

I... I saw a woman who was about to be murdered, and I didn't even know it.

Well, at least we know now who did it.

Yeah, but we still have to prove it.

I have a feeling they're not going to take my word for it.

Come on, Harry.

Cheer up.

We know a hell of a lot more now than we did two hours ago.

But, Alec, most of this doesn't make much sense.

Give it time.

I want to change.

She was there when he killed that woman.

Do you think she was in on it?

No, no, no. They all seem to be having so much fun.

I mean, if I could find her, you know, I'd have another eyewitness.

Someone who could clear me.

Is that why you're so interested in her?

What do you mean?

Considering the fact that you went back nine or ten times.

Christ almighty, I'm wanted for murder.

I'm only teasing you.

Does it spoil it for you?

What?

Knowing I know you're watching me.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I forgot what you were going through.

All right.

Want a drink?

Scotch.

And water.

How do you do?

Where are you going?

Work. I left you a note.

Now, I left the phone on answering service.

I've canceled my afternoon appointment, so I'll be back at 1 o 'clock, and then

we can unravel this thing.

Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What?

You look fabulous.

I gotta go to work. I know, I know.

Oh, my patients are waiting for me. You don't even have a TV here.

Read a book.

Oh.

Lock the door.

Good morning, George.

Would you give me a... Yes.

Taxi!

morning sir sure don't make them like they used to huh you're right beautiful

she doing here? Christ.

It's you.

I need help.

You? What about me?

I saw your picture in the paper. They're looking for you, aren't they?

That's an understatement.

Come on in.

But I know you didn't do it because I know who did.

I know. I know.

We've got to talk.

God, I'm scared.

I think he's after me. I'm really scared.

Want a drink or something? Yes, sure.

Dr. Barnes. In a minute.

650.

Shares Hendricks Corporation.

I see you, you son of a bitch.

This is quite an apartment your girlfriend has.

What does she do?

She's a psychiatrist.

That's what I need, a psychiatrist.

Are you expecting her back soon?

A couple of hours.

How did you find me?

That's a long story.

A long, long story.

Was she your friend?

The woman who was killed?

We knew each other in New York.

She's running a little bit behind this morning.

Dr. Barnes, please take my phone off answering service and let it ring

Aren't you going to answer that?

No, no, it's supposed to be on answering service.

Who told you?

I still don't understand.

No one knows I'm here.

Answer the damn phone, Harry.

Speak to Sergeant Hickman of homicide, please.

Sergeant Hickman isn't in his office at present. Can I help you, ma 'am? Damn

it!

So how many times did you come back?

A few.

And you saw everything, didn't you?

Why?

Because I thought you were beautiful.

Don't want me.

Oh, please, don't. I want to.

Don't you?

I did.

Wanted you more than anything in my life.

Hold me.

Hold me, please.

So, Beth, we should go to the police now.

Found the body in a deserted building uptown.

We found this right there. The handle must have broken off, but

the blade matches the Kittrick wounds perfectly.

They bound him hand and foot.

Same M .O.

Quite a performance Almost as good as my last

I

don't

understand

You don't understand.

You don't like pain, do you?

You just like to watch.

Do you?

I asked you a question.

Do you?

No.

Can't you go any faster?

Like what you see.

Do you like what you see?

Yes.

Good.

What about your boyfriend?

Bert?

My boyfriend?

You must be joking. That piece of scum.

He killed her.

He didn't even see it coming.

He thought he had it made.

I'm married to a senator, my friend.

I used to earn $500 a trick in the old days.

Sometimes even a grand.

You think I'm worth it?

I could show you things.

Make your brains sizzle.

Why are you doing all of this?

Why?

Because no matter how much money you make on your back, you're still making

in the gutter.

Most of my life I've been shopped around like a piece of meat.

Well, no more.

Not ever again.

I came out here about four years ago.

Nobody knew me. Nobody knew where I came from.

I made myself respectable.

I built a business.

I married the best.

And the bitch showed up with her pimp wanting a piece of my action.

All men are pimps.

But most of all, she liked me.

I played along with him.

Then I played him off against her.

I was brilliant.

He killed her for me, you know.

For love.

He was still in love with me when I...

No one can tie me to this, you know.

They were the only two who knew that I came to that house.

That was our little secret.

The only ones.

Until you came along.

What are you going to do now?

We're going to wait for your girlfriend to come home.

And then I'm going to take off the rest of my clothes so I don't get...

Cut your throat.

Hey! George, call the police. Hey, lady, come here. Come on back here.

Lady!

I can't go in there. I don't care.

I'm calling the cops. Who am I? I'm calling the cops.

have a little fun while we're waiting.

Just you and me.

What?

This

isn't

like watching, is it?

As far as we can guess, the reason for the double identity was so that the

neighbors would think there was only one woman living there. That way, Jo Beth

McKenna could come and go unrecognized.

Oh, uh, you lied to me, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Is that leg going to be okay?

It's fine.

pisses me off.

Hello. I forgot my key.

Damn you, Harry.

You really scared me.

I know. I'm sorry.

I'm bad.

And I'm bad.

You know, I love...

All these books over here, I really think it's time to get a television.

you think?

I think we should get them draped first.