All language subtitles for Mirror.Images.II.1993

April 26.

I went over to Tommy's house
for a barbecue with his family.

His mom's really sweet.

I guess she figures
because I don't have a mom,

she's trying to
make it up to me.

Tommy was sneaking
his dad's beer again.

He gave me a little.

Gross.

April 29.

I snuck out of the
house with Tommy.

We went down to Shawnee Lake.

He started pressuring me again.

I keep telling
him to be patient,

and he says he's trying hard.

Then he says hard, get it?

Sometimes you think he's 14.

Daddy was furious
when I got home and--

Please.

Hello?

Hi.

Tommy?

TOMMY
Who else could it be?

No one, of course.

TOMMY
There better not be.

Listen, I, uh-- our practice
is just about finished.

Can I drop by?

That'd be great.

Bye.

Anybody home?

Jesus.

What's gotten into you?

I finally came to my senses.

Wait.

Wait, Carrie, wait!

I didn't know!

You bitch!

It stops tonight, Terrie.

I don't ever want to hear about
this kind of nonsense again.

Do I make myself clear?

My name is Teresa.

I'm a person, not a book.

No.

Not a person, not
the way you act.

Remind you of anyone?

Let's face it.

You know you like
Carrie better than me.

She doesn't remind
you of your dead wife.

She doesn't make
you feel guilty.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Come on.

Just because your
friends at the police

department backed up your
story, doesn't mean it's true.

She didn't run away
with another man.

You killed them.

I saw the whole thing.

It's just taken me this
long to finally say it.

You always did have an
overheated imagination.

I've got an
overheated everything.

Just like mother.

Carrie is a mouse.

Just like you.

I'm surprised you actually
had the guts to kill them.

I guess humiliation will
make you do a lot of things,

won't it?

Not to mention the money.

I think I'll have a talk
with my darling sister.

Carrie, open up.

Please, it's really important.

Carrie, I know
you're really mad,

but there's something
you need to know.

Stay away
from that door.

No, she needs
to know the truth!

Haven't you done enough?

Carrie!

That's enough!

Daddy?

Daddy?

You should have
opened your door.

None of this would
have happened.

Enjoy your inheritance.

I'll be back for mine.

That was 10 years ago.

That was the last
time I ever saw her.

For a long time, nobody
could locate her.

Finally, a lead came in.

Ohio someplace.

But before any
arrest could be made,

there was a fire at her hotel.

No survivors.

Why did it take you
so long to tell me this?

I guess it was--

I don't know.

What do you call it, Dr. Rubin?

Denial?

That's what it's called.

Even when I was a little
girl, I hated being a twin.

I just wanted to block her out.

You know, of course,
it wasn't your fault.

Your sister seems
like a disturbed girl.

And for you to have to
grow up watching somebody

that looks so much like yourself
act in this destructive manner.

And that's why I'm unable
to let go and really enjoy it.

I'm not convinced
that that's the problem.

It doesn't sound like
your husband is the most

gentle creature in the world.

Maybe the solution is
to find a new partner.

Phyllis?

In the kitchen.

I'm going out for my lesson.

You'll be here when I'm done?

Yes, Ms. Dyker.

Hey,
good afternoon.

- Hi.
- How you doing?

Good.
How are you?

Oh, pretty good.

Looks like you've been
practicing a little bit, huh?

Trying.

Working on that backhand, huh?

Trying my best.

Well, let's hit a couple.

There you go.

Here it come.

Nice and easy now.

Here we go.

A little softer,
a little softer.

Well, that's good.
That's good.

Now look--

It's really simple.

Here, let me show you.

Just like this.

You just, um-- see,
bend your knees here.

There you go.

Now let's turn your
shoulders a little bit.

Get your arm out there.
There we go.

Excellent, my man.

OK, you got the feeling now?

Yeah.

Let's do it again.

All right?

OK, OK.

Here we go.

OK.

Here we go.

Now we got it.

There we go.

That's it.

That's good.

OK, one more time now.

Here we come.

That's OK.

That's no big deal.

You're just freezing up is all.

Look, it's like your
arm goes frigid.

What did you say?

Well, maybe that's a
poor choice of words.

No, it's a very
revealing choice of words.

When did he contact you?

Who?

My husband.

Look, Carrie, I don't know
what you're talking about, I--

Carrie.

What exactly
did he say to you?

My wife's looking
for a little action,

only she can't
admit it to herself?

Look, Carrie, I just think
you're being paranoid, OK?

I--

Or was he a
little more honest?

I'm looking for a
little dirt on my wife.

Something for future blackmail.

Carrie--

Stupid fucking jock.

We got a
whole 45 minutes to go here.

Your backhand does
need some work.

So how was your lesson?

Instructive.

Join me in a glass of wine?

Um, sure.

I don't mean to be nosy
or anything, Mrs. Dyker,

but who's Terrie?

Why do you ask?

Well, I was just
cleaning out your room

and I came across a
box of her things.

I thought I'd
gotten rid of that.

She was my twin sister.

Was?

Oh, well, there's Dan.

Do you want to invite him in?

No.

He doesn't drink.

Afternoon, Ms. Dyker.

Well, see you tomorrow.

Just got one rule, babe.

Gotta wear a condom.

If that doesn't suit
you, well, we'll

just kiss goodbye right now.

That suits me just fine.

What line of work you in?

I live off my wife.

Rich, huh?

Yeah, you could say that.

And here I was
worried you were a cop.

What on earth would
make you think that?

Something in your eyes, maybe.

Just goes to show you, though.

Yeah.

Just goes to show you.

I should have
trusted my instincts.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

What do your instincts
tell you about that?

Tells me you haven't been
getting enough at home, sugar.

Ooh.

You got great instincts.

From now on, you work for me.

Clete, do you even know the
meaning of the word coaster?

And, generally, the ashes go in
the ashtray, not on the table.

Hi, honey.

How was your day?

Oh, it was good.

How was yours?
It was all right.

Yeah?
What did you do?

Well, I sat on my
ass for hours on end.

And then when I got bored of
that, I took a tennis lesson.

You see, that's more of
what I had in mind here.

You're really cute.

Yeah?

Or so you thought
once upon a time.

Well, you were.

You were.

Just like Daddy?

I didn't say that.

It's OK to have
a daddy complex.

You know, I'm having a
little complex myself.

It's called a wife complex.

You know what that is?

It's when you want to make
love to your wife really bad,

but then something
always comes up,

and bada-bing, she cuts you off.

That means she won't give you
the time of day in the bedroom.

That's because
her husband's given

time to every woman in town.

Oh, paranoid delusions.

You know, that's exactly
what the tennis pro said.

What, are we fucking
the tennis pro now?

Don't you wish?

No, I don't wish.

You're not only an adulterer.

You're a liar, too.

- You know what you are?
- Fuck you.

I'm a future divorcée.

Carrie.

Honey, come here.

Baby, can I talk to
you for a minute?

Look, I'm sorry.

It's just that the first thing
that comes out of your mouth

is an insult.

Don't use that tone with me.

What tone?

I'm not angry anymore.

I know.

That's what I mean.

I don't want to divorce you.

You mean you don't
want to divorce my money?

Oh, please.

I haven't taken a
dime of your money.

I've worked every single day
since the day we got married.

I know.

Look, I know I got problems.

I know.

But it would help if you
admitted that you got them, too.

I mean, it's not normal for a
woman of your age to abhor sex.

I don't abhor sex.

Yeah, you do.

I don't know.

I mean, maybe if
poor Terrie hadn't--

Clete.

I told you to never
mention her name.

And you try to tell me
you don't have a problem?

Maybe when I can mention
her name without it sparking

a fight and maybe when you can
feel desire like a normal woman,

maybe, just maybe, everything
will be all right again.

This is the way my
sister used to look.

Like it?

It's very sexy.

I wonder why, though, you
suddenly feel the need

to look like your sister.

I had a flashback.

Something I'd buried
in the back of my mind.

And then all of a sudden,
it was right there,

staring me in the face.

Go on.

Well, I was about
eight years old.

And I was sleeping in my bed.

And I heard a noise on the lawn.

And I got up and I
went to the window.

And I looked out,
and I saw my mother.

I saw my father kill her.

My mother.

And I guess it was her lover.

I saw the whole thing,
and I never did anything.

I just couldn't.

That's horrible.

The terrible part was
he got away with it.

He used my mother's money
to bribe the police.

I guess I could
have said something,

but I was just so
scared, you know?

You were afraid the same thing
was going to happen to you.

Most children would react
exactly the same way.

I think Terrie knew, too.

I think that's why she
always acted the way she did.

That would make sense.

She was struggling
the same way you were.

She doesn't deserve hatred.

She deserves empathy.

That's what I wanted to hear.

You know, Dr. Rubin, I've
been having these feelings.

Like I'm attracted to you.

It's called transference.

It's a good thing.

Don't worry about it.

I'm not worried.

Are you?

I have what's called
countertransference.

It's also a good thing.

We can't do this.

There are ethical
considerations.

Nonsense.

Let's go, Amanda.

Freeze!

Well I'll be fucked.

If it isn't Jake Dreary.

Drory.

How soon they forget.

Forget a charismatic
guy like you, Jake?

You underestimate yourself.

I bet he's real underestimated,
right, sweetheart?

My mom sent him to find me.

I'm going home.

You are home, sweetheart.

Daddy takes real
good care of you.

Back off.

Hands off, fucko.

Unless you want assault charge
tacked on to the solicitation.

I'm running a
detective agency.

I'm here on business.

And when I'm through
with that business,

I'm heading directly
down to the LAPD.

They're going to
get an earful, pal.

They're going to get a whole
story on your sorry ass.

Tell Daddy the truth.

This man came here to
fuck you, didn't he?

Don't listen to him.

Tell Daddy the truth.

He came here to fuck me.

You choke again, Jake.

One of these days, spare me.

Afternoon, Ms. Dyker.

Hi, Dan.

Won't you come in?

Phyllis isn't here right now.

Oh.

My car's in the shop.

I sent her to go get it.

Want a beer?

Sure.

So I said to her, Does
this make me a lesbian?

And she said, I
certainly hope so.

And I said, well, now that
I'm cured and everything,

I'd like to try it out on a guy.

So what'd she say?

She said men are just
jerks and blah, blah, blah.

And I wasn't buying that.

So then she tried to bring up
my father, and that didn't work.

So then she said I
was a very sick girl

in need of tons more therapy.

Ah, Jesus.

It's, uh-- it's late.

What the hell could
be keeping Phyllis?

Don't you get it, Dan?

I sent her on a
wild goose chase.

She won't be back for hours.

Why would you do
a thing like that?

Phyllis and I
don't have the usual

employer-employee relationship.

We talk.

And she said quite a few
things about your sex life

that really caught my attention.

Uh, that doesn't sound
like the Phyllis I know.

There's obviously a lot
about Phyllis you don't know.

And a lot about me, too.

Dan?

Phyllis.

You bastard.

Phyllis, wait!

Phyllis!

I can't imagine what
happened to Phyllis.

Huh?

Never mind.

Oh, that must be her.

Here.

Here's your uniform, you slut.

I beg your pardon?

If she doesn't get all her
back pay, we're filing suit.

And don't think for a second
just because we're poor,

we can't get ourselves a lawyer.

The fuck was that all about?

I have absolutely no idea.

The strangest thing
happened to me this morning.

I don't want to talk
about this morning.

I want to talk about Thursday.

Thursday.

The fact that you walk in here
and act as if nothing happened

underscores my point.

You're a sick girl
in need of therapy.

Dr. Rubin, I really don't
know what you're talking about.

It's all clear now.

You project your sexual
needs onto your sister.

But when faced with
your own identity,

you retreat back to fear.

And we both know what that
identity is now, don't we?

Do we?

No denial, Carrie.

It's a long road to acceptance.

But we'll work on it together.

I want to take care of you.

Just turn yourself over to--

Stop it!

I love you, Carrie.

It's not true.

They're lying.

You believe them?

You believe the maid and her
husband over your own wife?

Well, if you'd spoken
to them, you'd understand.

I mean, they were
very convincing.

But even if they weren't telling
the truth, it doesn't matter.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I don't think I'm the
only one who'd be convinced.

Meaning a jury, right?

Now why on earth would
you say something like that?

Well,

it's off to the salt mine.

Send me off with a kiss.

Or not.

Freeze, police!

Jesus, man!

Hands on your head.

Hey, how about
I make a donation?

Are you trying to bribe me?

Give me that.

OK, Henry.

This is your lucky day.

Get out before I change my mind.

If you think you're
in the clear, Terrie,

I've got news for you.

Is that so?

You got a lot of nerve
scaring my customer away.

He just bought us dinner.

Besides, I'm not the only
one who's got a lot of nerve.

Shit hit the fan?

Why the fuck didn't
you tell me first?

I got impatient.

She's obviously too
repressed to fuck other men.

Or women, for that matter.

Yeah, well, she's certainly
too repressed to fuck me.

Daddy's little treasure.

In more ways than one.

Well, I'm a treasure
in my own little way.

Yeah.

Number one moneymaker.

For a goddamn
good reason, too.

Mrs. Dyker?

That's right.

Pleased to meet you.

Are you related to Clete
Dyker, by any chance?

He's my husband.

Aren't you the unlucky one?

I feel the
presence of a spirit.

Get real.

Frankly, I think he paid them.

Dr. Rubin, I don't know about.

But Phyllis and Dan, definitely.

And why would he do that?

I'm seriously
considering a divorce.

That's a good idea.

And there's a matter of
a prenuptial agreement.

I think he's trying
to find things to have

the agreement thrown out.

I see.

The irony is he's the
one who's been cheating.

I'll say he has.

How do you know that?

Like I said, I know Clete.

He got me thrown off
the police force.

We were partners,
and I had reason

to think that he was on a take.

And I guess he got wise
because the next thing I knew,

there was an ounce of
cocaine planted in my locker.

Just like Clete.

Everything in shadow.

I hope you really want
him taken down, Mrs. Dyker.

Because I've been
waiting for a chance

like this for a long time.

I'm glad to give
you the chance.

And the name is Carrie.

Pleased to know you, Carrie.

Where is that
little bitch anyway?

She left a note.

She'll be gone all afternoon.

Good.

I want to fuck on her bed so
she'll smell me on her sheets.

You really hate her, don't you?

Does the word nemesis
mean anything to you?

No.

Figures.

Clete, you're only good
from the belt down.

Don't you ever say
that to me again.

Come on, Clete.

You know you're the
love of my life.

It was my lucky day
the day you busted me.

Otherwise, I would have
had to do it all by myself.

Do what?

Kill Carrie.

What did you just say?

What did you think?

I was just going to accept
a divorce settlement?

Yeah, that's what
we talked about.

No.

That's what you understood.

Thinking with your
little head again, Clete?

Second warning, Terrie.

Well, then think for a minute.

Think about all I've done
in the last 10 years.

Switching dental records,
committing arson.

Watching every move
that little cunt

made so I'd know every
detail of her miserable life.

Add it up.

I've come back to reclaim
what's rightfully mine.

I can't tell you how many times
I tried to clue Carrie in.

But she just ignored me.

Too busy being
daddy's little girl.

But this family's money
wasn't his to begin with.

It was my mother's money.

And I'm my mother's daughter
in every single way.

Are you going to help me
get my inheritance or not?

I see.

Well, I guess we're just on
different wavelengths, right?

Who are you?

This is your lucky day.

I'm going to let you
walk out of here.

Now!

We got to talk.

What about the body?

You don't get it, do you?

You still got a wife.

Here she is.

What about witnesses?

I'll hire
some, if you like.

You know something?

I don't like this tone of voice.

Where did that come from?

I guess I save it for that
really special brand of stupid.

Strike three.

You're only the second man
to ever lay a hand on me,

and the first one is dead.

Get out!

Clete?

That's your idea of a divorce?

I thought there was a
stranger in the house.

Maybe there was.

Hey.

Do you know what a nemesis is?

Someone that's your rival.

An enemy.

It ever occur to you
that maybe you got one?

Every time I
look at you, Clete.

Thanks for the
decision, bitch.

Where's this?

Oh, I imagine it's your
little place on Rampart.

I don't have a
place in Rampart.

Look, I don't know if this
is your idea of a joke or what,

but this is where I get off
here on the ground floor.

I don't understand.

Well, that makes two of us.

Now would you please leave?

I have real work to do.

Can I help you?

What?

Oh, it's you.

What, did you lose
your key again?

This is the last time
I'm going to do this.

I mean it.

Upfront or afterwards?

I'm obviously an
upfront kind of girl.

Thanks.

Maybe I ought to pay you.

So I've been told.

She's this girl that, um--

Whoever she is, I don't
want to know about her.

Or hear about her.

How do you turn
it off so easy?

Because it is easy.

People just make it complicated.

Like my sister.

Oh, you got a sister?

Not for long.

Why?

What, is she sick?

She's terminal.

Come on.

Let's go.

I get it.

Man, if I didn't
know any better,

I would have thought
you were Carrie.

So would I. Keep your
fucking hands off of me.

Honey, I don't blame
you for being mad at me.

I've been an idiot, Teresa.

Like you always say to me,
you're the love of my life.

And this thing's
too good to pass up.

I mean,

look at you.

Nobody would ever know.

And as long as nobody finds
a dead body, we're home free.

Clete, I--

I know.

You're happy because I'm
finally on your side.

Here I am.

Once and for all.

I even got you a present.

The minute I saw her,
I thought of you.

Yeah.

Go on.

Daddy's watching.

How was your day?

It-- fine.

You?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I don't know how she managed
to fool the authorities,

but she did.

I saw her with my own two eyes.

I did, too.

I guess I owe you an apology.

We look identical.

Always have.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm great, actually.

You learned that your sister
and husband are planning to kill

you and you're doing great?

Well, I know now.

I know a number of things.

So when do we go to the police?

We don't.

Whether I want to
admit it or not,

Clete Dyker is a well-liked guy.

His friends at the
LAPD are always going

to take his word against ours.

I found that out the hard way.

So what am I supposed to do?

Just wait until--

Until we get
hard evidence, yes.

You go to a hotel, and I'll see
what I can do from this end.

Carrie.

Dyker.

Yeah, I can work a double.

When do you want me?

OK.

For every rule,
there's an exception.

I beg your pardon?

I was going to take the
rest of the night off,

but something
exceptional showed up.

They say that hookers
don't enjoy their work.

It's all cash, no pleasure.

But--

But for every rule,
there's an exception.

You're quick.

Not when it counts.

Don't just stand there.

Come here and prove it.

I hate to disappoint you,
but I'm not here for sex.

I'm a private detective
hired by your sister.

I don't have a sister.

Her name is Carrie Dyker.

She's married to a man named
Clete, and your name is--

You say my name
is Terrie, I'm going

to cut your fucking heart out.

That's just about
what she said you'd say.

She wishes she had it in her.

Maybe she's not the only one.

She knows I'm back?

She does.

Who else?

No one.

I told her to keep
it to herself.

Why would you do that?

I make about $30,000 a year.

I have an ex-wife
who refuses to work

and two sons close
to school age.

I work my fingers to the
bone just trying to keep

all those balls in the air.

There are better things
to keep balls occupied.

Who has the time?

I think you know
what I'm driving at.

I know what you're planning,
and I want a piece of it.

Carrie isn't in
her house anymore.

If I tell her it's safe
to go back, she'll do it.

But only if you
and I cut a deal.

Otherwise, I keep
her all to myself.

Did you fuck her yet?

Never mind.

I already know the
answer to that one.

Do we have a deal?

Well, since you're so smart,
I guess you know there's

another person involved.

Scumbags aren't people.

I think I'm going
to like blackmail.

You are planning on getting
rid of him, aren't you?

Somewhere further down the road.

Not too much further.

So what do you think?

I think we're on exactly
the same wavelength.

But you know, there's really
only one way to make sure.

Is Clete going
to be a problem?

I can handle him.

Good.

We meet here, tomorrow night.

9 o'clock sharp.

If you fuck her,
I'll kill you.

I know.

You're deadly.

What was Jake
Drury doing here?

You know I never
ask their names.

Don't be cute, Teresa.

He's on to us, right?

Well, he was on
one of us, anyway.

He's working for your sister.

I found his business
card at home.

My guess is he's
been following us.

He has.

He told me all about it.

He's blackmailing us.

He's got Carrie stashed
away, and he's only going

to deliver if we cut him in.

Oh, fuck.

And you call me stupid?

What did he do to get
by you, Teresa, huh?

Did he fuck you really good?

Oh, baby.

We didn't fuck.

We made love.

Fucking spare me.

I know Jake Drury.

He's a fucking boy scout.

He's not here to blackmail us.

He's setting us up.

I don't believe you.

Hey.

I can prove it.

You'll wear this.

I'll be outside in
the car listening

to everything that takes place.

You'll also wear this.

Before Terrie gets in,
I'll ask to see her gun.

I'll remove the bullets
so you'll be safe.

It won't be hard
to get her to talk.

Just make sure she
implicates Clete.

You understand?

Why didn't you wear
the bug last night?

This all could be over with now.

I just couldn't.

You knew you were going
to sleep with her before you

went there, didn't you?

I knew I might.

And you liked it?

I'm not going to answer that.

Because you did.

At least you're honest.

We're going to go
on seeing each other

when this is all done, right?

If you want me, I'm yours.

There's no
question in my mind.

There's one in mine.

I should take this off.

Go on now.

I gotta go get Terrie.

You don't have
to pick Terrie up.

That was Terrie you just wired.

That's right, Jake.

I sent her to you.

Looks like you
fucked up again.

And you know what
my darling wife

received when she called her
answering service this morning?

It was a message from
Drury Investigation.

Quote, "Change in plan.

Meet me at the house tonight,
8:00 PM sharp, alone."

She took the bait.

She's in there right now, Jake.

Carrie, alone.

Waiting for her big, strong
hero to come and rescue her.

Only, he ain't coming!

You know, you made one
colossal mistake, pal.

You betrayed Terrie.

She ain't going to
take that sitting down.

I'll tell you what.

After she's done
with her sister,

she's going to come out
here and let you have it.

Hey, let's not miss one
minute of the big reunion.

Jeez.

I got goosebumps.

Jake?

Terrie, no!

Please, stop!

Overtime.

Looks like we're picking
up exactly where we left off,

huh, Carrie?

Remember that night, Carrie?

I kept trying to get in,
and you wouldn't let me.

Well tonight, I
brought a friend.

She shoots.

She scores!

Let me in, you bitch!

Terrie, listen to me.

I know what you were trying
to tell me that night.

Liar.

Daddy killed her, didn't he?

He got a gun and he
killed them both.

How did you know that?

I saw it from my window.

I saw it, too.

I was at the door.

I was too afraid
to say anything.

I was afraid it
might happen to--

Happen to me.

I just shut up and turned nice.

I was the nicest girl
in the whole world,

but I always felt like
something was missing.

Like I was only--

Half a person.

I became daddy's worst
nightmare, but I was only half

a person.

I'm sorry, Carrie.

I'm really sorry.

They made up!

I
have to tell you something.

I snuck into your room
on Rampart Street.

I watched you.

I was watching you with a man,
and something inside me snapped.

It was like for the first
time I was a whole person.

All the parts that I blocked
off came running back.

I can't talk
with this thing on.

I might put him in danger.

Who in danger?

Jake.

What the--

No audience.

And then tonight, when
he thought I was you,

and I asked him
if he liked me, he

had everything to lose
and nothing to gain,

and he still couldn't deny it.

He liked me.

That's pathetic.

What do you mean?

What the fuck are
they doing up there?

Talking.

About what?

I talked to Jake last night.

He told me everything.

He said he was thinking of
me the entire experience.

You're lying.

I'm not.

But even if I was,
it wouldn't matter.

You know it, too, don't you?

Things will never
be right between us.

No.

They never will be.

I always thought
we hated each other

because we were so different.

But we're not.

We're not different.

No.

We're exactly the same.

You know what's going
to happen, don't you?

Terrie's going to win.

You know what's going to
happen to you after that?

Hey, shut up.

That's right, Clete.

She hates you.

It's just a matter of time
before she takes you down.

I said shut up.

You better hope
that was Terrie.

Teresa.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Hope you got what you wanted.

I did.

Where do I fit
into your plans?

If I even fit at all.

Of course you do.

Yeah?

That's not what your
little friend says.

You believe
everything you hear?

Well, there's one
sure way to prove things

haven't changed
between you and me.

All you got to do
is go downstairs

and put a bullet in his head.

He's all handcuffed and just
waiting for you, Terrie.

Bitch!

I killed them.

I didn't have any choice.

It was Terrie or me.

Jake.

It's me.

Carrie.

Nothing's going
to happen to her.

It's self-defense all the way.

How do I look?

You look deadly.

That's something you
said to Terrie, isn't it?

You're still testing me.

I guess I am.

I'm Carrie.

I really am.

Do you know what's frightening?

Probably doesn't make
a bit of difference.