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come from the darkness

Every night when I come home from the club, it's the same nightmare.

I'm afraid to go to sleep.

You know, I'm going to end up just like him. There's nothing I can do about it.

Well, that's legitimate fear.

It doesn't have to be reality.

Yeah, well, what if I can't change?

What kind of life is that going to be?

Let me ask you this.

What kind of life do you think you want?

Look, I'd settle for any kind of life without these nightmares.

That's why I'm paying you half my salary.

Sorry.

I didn't mean that.

I just want these dreams to stop, okay?

What's the worst part about the dreams?

I always end up killing him.

Most incest survivors usually fantasize about killing their perpetrators.

It's perfectly natural.

Yeah, but they don't actually kill them.

And you didn't kill your stepfather.

He committed suicide.

Did he?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid we're going to have to stop.

That was fun as usual.

Two o'clock Tuesday?

Sure, that's fine.

Dr. Saul?

No, I'm the patient. He's Dr. Saul. Hi, you must be the new temp. Yes, I'm

Beverly. Hi, thanks for coming so short notice. Please, come in.

Yeah, the other temp just disappeared.

Don't take it personally.

See you next week.

I think of you, babe, holding me tight.

Then I...

Come on, move your ass. Let's go.

Come on, get out of my face!

You are such a prick.

I warned you about him too, King.

It's a good thing he dumped me for you. Now I can find a man with a real penis.

Don't listen to this shit, honey.

They're all a bunch of jealous old hags. Kiss my ass, JJ. I was her age four

years ago.

It's a lot of waste of time, honey. You should have had a college degree by now.

What'd you major in?

Blowjobs 101?

Fuck you. No, fuck you.

Tiffany, I think you're up.

Thank you, baby. Here, take this.

You're an asshole.

Say hello to Amy. This is her first day. I'm starting her out serving cocktails.

She doesn't look old enough to drink them, much less serve them.

You don't need to worry about that because she'll be dancing soon enough.

Take this to Scott. Run along, Danny.

I'd like to welcome never so charming Tiffany.

Out of a dream with the light of the moon in your eyes

You give to me such a wonderful feeling inside

It's true I would soar over mountains so high

With you I'm as free as a bird in the sky

It ain't over, Tiffany. I will get you for that.

You can tell me, Samantha. How come you don't ever want to go out with me?

Like I told you before, JJ, you're an asshole.

So how's my angel?

Good. Yeah?

How about I stay at your place tonight?

Um, well, I don't have a place to stay.

Oh, then you should stay at my place. It's settled.

Right? You know what? You could stay with me.

Thanks. Cool.

I can't feel the stars.

We all do. Why else would we work here?

Hey, listen, will you go out and get a drink with me later?

I'm kind of tired.

Please, Samantha.

I really want to meet a new guy and sit him out there right in front of JJ.

All right, well, what time are you off?

Not till 2.

Come on, you're at midnight.

All right, I'll go home and meet you back here at 2. Thanks, Samantha.

Sure.

So what can I get you to drink?

Do you have any orange juice?

Yeah, I do, as a mixer.

What do you know? Good influence.

Cheers.

So do you really think I'll get to dance one day?

If that's what you really want.

JJ says so.

Watch out for JJ. I don't trust him.

This is pretty.

Thanks. My mother gave it to me.

Well, when you're ready to turn in, your room is down the hall.

Clean towels in the bathroom and just make yourself at home.

Thanks, Samantha.

You're so nice.

Not really.

You are. You're the nicest person I've ever met.

You obviously haven't met very many people.

I'm kind of tired. I'm going to go take a nap before I meet Tiffany.

Sweet dreams.

Thank you.

Samantha, wake up.

Are you okay?

Samantha?

What happened?

I don't know.

I heard you leave at about 2.30. I went to sleep and then the horn woke me up.

What time is it now?

3.30.

Go back to sleep, Amy. I have to go somewhere.

Now?

Samantha?

Tiffany? So you left the club at 2.30?

Yeah.

But Tiffany was still here.

She didn't tell him anything.

But we... You were what?

I had nothing to do with this. You write that down in your book.

I didn't say you did, pal.

Listen, I gave her the keys.

I told her to lock up.

So what were you doing here this morning?

A ton of fucking paperwork. I got a business to run.

Right.

Let's go over this again.

Saj, your report will be on your desk in the morning. Good.

She was alone.

She said she was waiting for someone.

Who was she waiting for?

I don't know. I'm not my sister's keeper.

You.

Who was she waiting for?

I can't be sure.

You know strippers.

Fortunately, I don't. Well, we're all sluts.

Isn't that what you think?

You said it.

Please.

A friend of ours was just killed.

Right.

So how about a little cooperation?

Look, she was one of us.

I doubt you could understand.

What's going on?

Amy, where's Samantha?

Who's this?

This is Amy, Samantha's roommate.

So where is Samantha?

Out.

Look, kid, I'm not even going to ask you how old you are or what you're doing in

a sleaze pit like this.

Was your roommate in or out last night?

She was in all night.

I killed her.

You killed who?

Tiffany.

In your dream?

No, I saw her.

She's dead.

Sit. Please sit down.

Do you want a cup of tea or something?

A cup of old grey, maybe?

I need it to wake up in the morning.

Hi, girls.

Where have you been?

You missed a fun-filled day with the prize asshole, Detective Sergeant Gates

of the LAPD.

She'll get her chance.

I just saw him on the floor. The place is crawling with cops.

That's where I come in.

To make a regular bus.

Oh, yeah.

She's good with a stick.

Give you the third degree.

To put your hands up on the wall.

Put you in custody.

She's a top cop on the force.

She got a .38 gun.

But she don't need her pistol.

She can whip you with...

Sorry I missed you today.

Beat it.

Thought I'd come by and pay you a special visit.

I didn't want you to feel left out.

Thanks, but I'm working.

This will only take a couple of minutes.

Sit down.

You know, customers aren't allowed backstage.

Yeah, well, I'm not a customer.

Cliff Fugazi is proud to present for you degenerates out there. You know who you

are.

Whiplash. Hold on, you're next.

Good morning, baby.

Looks like it's that time again.

You've had to go there since you can't remember where.

Though you'll be hating all the things they'll put you through.

How's my angel? Hi. I'm really proud of you, how you're coming along.

Thanks. Thank you.

I think you're going to be dancing sooner than later.

Really? Oh, yeah, at this rate.

What do you say we get together tonight, you and I?

For what?

Talk, shit, you know. How your job's coming along.

Okay.

Where were you last night?

Home. Asleep.

Yeah. You look like you got a solid eight hours.

What time were you supposed to meet Tiffany?

What exactly are you getting at?

Well, they tell me that you're a regular good Samaritan.

And since J.J. broke Tiffany's heart last night, I just figured you'd want to

be supportive.

Who told you that, J.J.?

Thanks a lot, JJ.

Can I get you a drink?

Orange juice?

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, you ran out of the office, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.

You seem to be okay.

Really?

Is this what you came here for?

Don't be ridiculous.

Huh? Is it?

Don't be absurd. I'm your therapist.

Is this what you came here for? You want to see me naked?

Look at me.

Please. Well, I'll show you.

Here it is.

Look at me.

You came here to look at me, so look at me.

Yeah, that's right. Look at me.

You want me, don't you?

You're just like the rest of them. You make me sick.

I'm sorry.

Look, it wasn't very professional.

But I worry about you.

It's not like I'm judging you.

I didn't want you to see me like this.

Why'd you do it?

Do what?

You know.

Why'd you dance?

Dance?

It's dance. And get real. I don't dance. I strip.

I take off my clothes for hundreds of men every night.

Sometimes I even like it.

Are we speaking the same language yet?

Okay.

What'd you strip?

I don't know. You tell me. You're the shrink.

Well, I could say you have a lack of self-esteem and you seek validation from

all these men and get it.

But that would just be a theory.

Why am I so angry?

Fear, probably.

He's not dead.

Yes, he is.

Sometimes I just feel him watching me.

Samantha, he's dead.

Well, I should, um, I should... I should go.

So, um, good night.

Thanks.

Where are you from, Amy?

Mattoon. Where's Mattoon?

Illinois.

I see.

Cornfields? Yes.

You know the club's not normally like this. I mean, girls get murdered and

all. I know. It's awful.

I think you're nice.

You're nice.

You know, I really want to give you something nice.

Do you know what I mean?

Are you gonna hurt me?

What do you think?

I think you're very kinky.

I think you're really smart for a girl from Illinois.

Matoon, is it?

Hi,

baby. Come on. Come to daddy. Come to daddy. Come over here, honey. Sit on my

lap. Samantha, get over here now.

Come on. We can play our little game.

Come on. Come over here. Sit on my lap, honey.

Come here.

Samantha!

Samantha!

Stop it!

Samantha, what's wrong?

I can't take it.

I just want it to stop!

For the file of patient Samantha Brown.

Miss Brown continues to be plagued by delusions that her stepfather isn't

dead.

Even though she witnessed his suicide as a child.

In fact, she was the sole witness to the man's death.

Note to Beverly, where is Samantha's patient history?

As recorded earlier, attempts at regressive hypnosis have thus far been

unsuccessful.

I went downtown, looked through some files, got some info on our stripper

friends.

Let's hear it.

These girls are no strangers to the legal system.

Traffic warrants, parking violations, drunk driving arrest.

The girl calls herself Mantra, once spent a month in county for beating the

crap out of another girl. She's on probation.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here's one you'll like.

The manager was once arrested, no conviction, for peeping.

Sounds like he found the perfect job.

What about Samantha Brown?

Anything on her?

Samantha Brown did a stint in the state hospital as a teenager.

Seems she went a little crazy on her boyfriend.

What'd she do?

Cut him with a knife.

Bingo.

You don't mind, do you? I mean, you did say I could wear whatever I want.

It's just that I have a whole closet stuffed with clothes. I mean, you can

wear that, but I wore it yesterday.

I don't mind. I like wearing what you wore.

Maybe I don't look good in it. Is that it?

Amy, you worry way too much. You look fine.

Where are you going?

I'm going out.

I miss you, Mom.

Come here, Rafa.

Tell me about that guy you cut up.

That was a long time ago.

I'll bet he still has the scars.

Yeah, well, maybe he had plastic surgery.

You're a real sweetheart.

Look, I was 15 when I met him. He got me my first job dancing nude at some place

near the airport.

Then he started to get jealous.

He'd go crazy on me because other men were looking at me.

I can imagine.

One night he beat me so bad I thought he was going to kill me.

So I fought back.

It was him or me.

After that I kind of went nuts and they kept me in the hospital until I felt

better.

That's very touching.

You want to see me again, you're going to have to arrest me.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

Sergeant Gates knows about my nervous breakdown.

I think I'm his prime suspect.

But he doesn't have anything on you.

I bet I couldn't pass a lie detector test.

If he has no evidence, he has no case.

I had trouble falling asleep last night.

When I finally got to sleep, I didn't have a nightmare.

Well, that's improvement.

Actually, um, I had a really good dream.

You were in it.

Samantha.

I shouldn't have kissed you last night.

I shouldn't have gone to the club.

The whole thing was wrong.

You're in a critical time in your recovery, and... I blame myself entirely

for what happened.

I don't.

I'm gonna refer you to a colleague of mine.

She's an excellent psychiatrist.

You'll probably make great strides with her.

I don't want anyone else.

I want you, David.

I don't want to hurt you.

I really think you should go now.

Hey, pussycat.

What do you say after work we get together?

And I tie you up and make you purr.

Fuck off.

Excuse me? You heard me. No, I didn't hear you. What? Your history.

Just like that?

Just like that.

You know I could fire your fucking ass?

Fine. You serve the drinks tonight.

This is the thanks I get? I don't owe you a thing.

If you want to fire me, go right ahead.

But I'd think twice about it.

We're a little understaffed without Tiffany, aren't we?

Tiffany was a nice girl.

Baby, you, you're cold or nice, aren't you, princess?

I didn't pull a knife on you, did I, princess?

And if I ever see that switchblade again, I'm calling the police.

Guess what?

I met this guy last night, and we're engaged.

Did he set an actual date?

Is he willing to introduce you to his mother?

Fuck you.

Eat me.

Stop it.

Things are bad enough around here. Can we please not destroy each other?

Doesn't anyone care that Tiffany is dead?

She always made me laugh.

She was always good for cab fare.

So what now?

Just go on like always?

Thank you.

Should I show?

Should I show?

Don't let them have more.

Don't let them have more.

Excuse me, miss.

Hello. That's my drink.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you won't leave me.

Tell me.

Tell me.

I swear you'll wait for me forever.

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

I think I chipped a nail.

You're going to need false fingernails to cover those false fingernails. You

guys were great.

When are you going to show us what you got?

Do you really think I'm ready?

Yeah, you're ready.

I see the way those customers look at you.

What do you get off telling her she's ready to dance?

What is this, the goddamn FBI?

Are you spying on us?

I decide when a girl's ready to dance.

Oh, eat it raw and bloody, J.J.

Honey, watch yourself or you're out of here.

Mike, I give a flying fuck.

What's your problem?

What's my problem? You're my problem. You brainwashed her to be a bitch.

Give her some credit, J.J. She can be her own bitch.

What exactly is your problem, princess?

Jock itch?

You little whore.

I should call you truant officer.

What was all that about with you and JJ?

Oh, I told him I didn't want to see him anymore.

Were you nasty?

I got these for us. Would you like one? Sure, thanks.

You know, you better watch how you talk to JJ.

I told you, he can get mean.

You're sassy with him.

Every situation requires a judgment call.

Who do you think you are, Samantha, my mother?

No, I just don't want you to get hurt.

I have a mother she gave me this remember

Look Amy

Maybe it would be better if you stayed someplace else to get your first

paycheck I'm sure one of the other girls will be glad to take you in I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry that I overreacted like that I Know you are

please let me stay At least until I get paid.

I don't like the other girls. They're not as nice as you are.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Well, remember that guy I was engaged to?

Yeah, Mr. Wonderful?

Yeah, well, he broke it off. He said he was drunk and it was his wife's ring and

he wants it back.

Oh, God, I hate men.

Maybe I'll become a lesbian.

Second thought, I hate women, too.

Yeah, well, he dumped me off, and can I catch a ride home with you?

No.

Well, can I borrow some cab fare?

I'll pay you back tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah, with you it's always manana.

Amy? Oh, my God.

No, Amy, wait. What are you doing?

Amy, I'm not going to hurt you.

Leave me alone.

That's not how it looks. No.

Amy.

Stay away from me.

Please, I need to talk to you. Don't come any closer.

We're friends, aren't we?

I need your help. I can't.

Amy, just let me explain. That's all I ask. Just leave me alone.

You know I wouldn't hurt you, don't you?

You have to believe me.

You're not the person I thought you were.

Please, I'm begging you.

Don't make me call the cops.

Guess what?

Very sharp knife, three-inch blade. You got it. We got ourselves a pattern.

The boys upstairs won't be very happy about this. The boys upstairs don't even

perspire unless the victim is white, middle class, and suburban.

I, for one, want to find the son of a bitch who did this.

Has anyone ever told you that you're a very angry woman?

Has anyone ever told you your posture's so stooped from bending over and kissing

so many asses?

Hey, Gloria.

Dr. Saul.

Samantha, you okay?

I think I killed Mantra.

When did you get in?

I killed

her in my dream, just like Tiffany.

Are you sure she's dead?

holding a knife.

Then I went inside and Amy saw me.

I scared the hell out of her.

Who's Amy?

This girl from my club that's staying with me.

I know she's going to go to the police.

Just talk to me, okay?

Say anything.

It's not about this.

Tell me about yourself.

Okay.

Um... Well, I'm a therapist.

Bet you need that.

I was married once.

You were?

Yeah.

A couple years, university.

That's the sort of way I came out here.

Haven't seen it since.

Enough. No, keep talking.

I have a research going at UCLA.

What do you research?

Isergic acid derivatives, hallucinogens that induce hypnosis.

I don't think you did it.

Let me prove it to you.

Mine's just dead.

Fuck you, JJ.

That's not funny.

Think I'm kidding?

She's dead.

Oh, my God.

I can't dance tonight.

Me either.

Great. I don't know where Dusty is. I don't know where Samantha is. I don't

even know if they're going to show for that matter.

They're not going to want to dance either.

You don't know that.

I know.

No, you don't know shit.

What's this?

Oh, shit.

Well, what are you thinking, you stupid broad? You think I did it?

I didn't kill nobody.

And I would not be stupid enough to bring this if I did.

Man, I'm trying to protect myself.

Fuck y'all.

I'm out of here.

Hi, what's going on?

Mantra was killed.

Nobody's going to want to dance tonight.

You better just close the club.

I'll dance.

Just relax, Samantha.

Close your eyes.

I want you to count backwards from ten to one.

And as you're counting...

Imagine you're climbing down steps.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight. Each step is a number.

Seven. With each step you go deeper.

Six. And deeper.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

You're six years old.

You're at home.

Do you remember?

I said come here.

This is our secret Don't tell anybody

They wouldn't believe you anyway

I take word I've done to you.

No.

Samantha?

Miss Jones, can you please come in here?

I'd like you to take some dictation.

Miss

Jones,

really?

I'm not finished yet.

If that's my wife, you know the routine.

By the way, did I mention?

Education.

Dusty, you are freaking out.

You have got to calm down.

How am I gonna calm down?

I was the last one seen with her. They're gonna think it was me.

I gotta get some money. I gotta get out of town.

Just stay right here, and I'm gonna go get Samantha.

Samantha Brown?

Psychiatric report?

Find something interesting?

The other time, just disappeared.

Now, you do realize that these files are highly confidential.

Yes, Dr. Saul.

I'm sorry, I forgot your name.

Amy Wilkins.

Amy Wilkins.

Who's Amy?

This girl from the club who sang with me.

I know what you did with your stepfather, you slut!

Make me sick!

You are a very bad, bad girl.

I enjoyed killing your slutty friends.

Strippers like you deserve to die.

I can't believe you got me to strip. You see what a bad influence you are?

At least my whore mother fucked the men.

You're nothing but a dirty prick tease.

You know what happens to prick teases.

They have to die, don't they?

The only way to conquer evil is to snuff it out!

Amy.

Give me the knife.

Look at me.

Give me the knife, Amy.

Dr. Song, look at me.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Is she dead?

Yes.

I'm alright.

Captured my soul just really