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( water lapping )

Aaargh!

Oh, shit!

( crying )

"Eye of the Killer (After Alice)" mystery-psycho-thriller,2000

- Hi, Len. - Hi, Mick.

Len, what'd you do?

I moved things around. I needed a change.

Len...

next time you get the urge to redecorate, you consult me first,

- okay? - Sure, Mick.

- You hear from Alvin? - He called.

- Oh, that's something. - He wants the rest of his stuff.

- Screw him, then. - He won't let me.

Why don't you and I get hitched, Mickey?

You're sporting the wrong equipment.

I can change.

No, it's too painful, too expensive.

Besides, I'd just treat you bad and you'd want to leave me.

Says who?

My ex-wife.

- Your mother know you read that? - Yeah, her picture's in there.

I'm taking it to show my dad.

- He must be proud. - Yeah, we all are.

Come back here, kid!

Kid!

Shit!

Come on! Come on, kid!

Aaah!

( phone ringing)

What the hell happened to you?

I got caught trying to be a hero, Ray.

Don't get too comfortable.

No, Ray, right now, I think that's pretty impossible.

You guys can't come in here. Jesus!

Sorry, you didn't look like cops.

We don't have the same spiffy uniforms you all do.

- Jumped or pushed? - Jumped.

- Man, that's a clean cut. - Sharp wheels.

Yeah, it's a chromium alloy they use now.

It yields a longer service life, reduces friction.

The rim becomes like a self-sharpening blade...

The other half, anyone see it?

Sure, the engineer saw it. Up close.

Oh, Christ.

- Anybody know who he is? - Don't know, yet.

Okay, Ray,

go down there, see if you can find a wallet.

I just ate.

Shouldn't have eaten that donut.

No, I shouldn't agree to be your partner.

Murder, violence, degradation,

man's inhumanity to man, these things I can deal with.

But it's the extra-gross...

just that one step beyond some horrific gore type of ruin

that seems to follow you, no, it-- it actually waits for you.

- These things I have a hard time with. - Want some gum?

- What's up, Claudette? - It's bad, Mick.

Some kid got sliced and baby's not feeling so good.

I wanna go back on days, Mick.

Right, no one ever gets killed during the day.

- Hey, Lou-Lou. - Hey, Mick.

How's the kid doing up there?

Think he's gonna need a new pair of shoes.

You can use a new shirt.

I can use a new life.

( heavy breathing )

Get these people back!

- God! - Mick, what's the matter?

You catch a needle?

No, no, it's fine.

Alvin, would you please give Lenny a call?

He smothers me.

He loves you. Throw him a bone.

You sound like my mother.

I told her, if she loves him so much, let him alphabetize her life.

- Alvin, please... - Yeah.

Thank you.

I don't think you should drink on duty.

You a cop?

No.

Then I'm not on duty.

Oh, but you are.

Okay, buddy,

here's my badge.

Please, please report me.

Oh, come on, Michael. You know I wouldn't do that.

Do I know you?

Not yet.

Well, when I meet you,

please remind me to tell you to mind your own business.

You know this is a gay bar?

- You got a problem with that? - No, no, I just--

it's just-- gay from you, gay is usually more...

you know, wah, wah, wah, you're a lot more spiky.

Well, I know the owner. He's a friend of mine.

I come here to be alone and I mean alone.

Hey, Michael, I saw you out there.

What's your name?

Harvey.

Harvey.

Go away, Harvey.

What did you see out there when you touched the boy?

I'm not kidding, Harvey, go away.

Did you see him die?

- Get lost! - I think I can help you.

How do you figure?

I see things too.

Hey, where the hell did you go?

You... sit.

I turn around, you're gone.

A homeless guy was behind the wheel. I had to fight him for the keys.

And what's this?

- He said he saw that kid get knifed. - I didn't say that.

Shit!

What kid?

The kid who took my...

- God damn it! - I don't see things, Michael.

Don't call me Michael!

Well, that is your name, isn't it?

- I never told you my name. - Exactly my point, I don't need...

You take this guy's statement, and when you're done,

- get his prints. - Oh, uh, Michael, could you...

...take these off? I'm not gonna run away.

He's all yours, Ray.

I didn't do it. You know that.

He knows it.

What are you looking for? What's he looking for?

He's looking for... uh, Jack.

No, it's what, Jack in the Box,

Jack, Jack, Jack in a bottle...

but it's empty.

It's empty, bottom right drawer, but it's empty.

Son of a bitch!

Okay, just calm down.

Does he have a problem?

You know, the only problem I'm having right now, buddy, is you!

Can you describe the guy who did it?

I can try.

But I don't often get clear images.

I'm better with feelings, you know, emotions...

things that go through a person's head.

Oh, dear!

I'll need something from the body, a piece of clothing usually works,

but not if it's wool, gives me a rash.

How was I supposed to know, Ray? He said he knew something.

- What was I supposed to do? - You talked to him.

You couldn't tell he was a freak?

Jesus Christ, look at my life!

All I know are freaks.

Yeah...

So do you want me to take a statement anyway?

No, no, forget it.

Okay, Harv,

you can go now.

Crawl back under that rock from where you came.

Where are you going?

To a place called none of your business.

Shit!

( ringing bell )

I'm very sorry about this, Mrs. Ramsey.

You find those keys. I'm not paying to change the locks,

Your stuff can be stolen, for all I care.

I'm sure I just left them down at the Department.

( mumbling to herself )

Aaah!

I gotta move.

What are you smiling at?

( cat meowing )

Oh, God! Oh, God!

You smoke too much.

You eat too much.

You drink too much.

Ray, you talk too much.

Radio: Special 14, Dispatch 14,

all units in the vicinity of First and Union

please report to the scene of a probable homicide.

Let's go!

( cell phone rings )

- Yeah, Hayden. - Hello, Michael.

Harv! Go bug someone else tonight, okay?

I'm working on very little sleep here.

Bad dreams, huh?

- I don't dream. - Of course you do.

I suspect a lot lately.

Tell me, Michael, in those dreams are you the victim or the killer?

The husband found her when he got home.

Where was he?

Quenching his thirst, by the looks of it.

What about the kids?

Nothing in English, we could only find out...

they were sleeping, they didn't hear anything.

- No scream, no struggle? - No.

( arguing in foreign language )

Aah!

Aaah!

- Did I ever do acid? - It wouldn't surprise me.

Now do you get it?

- What'd you do to me? - I did nothing.

- You put something in my drink. - You know I didn't.

Come on, tell me what you saw.

- You, you stay away from me. - You saw him hit her, didn't you?

I gotta go. Alvin, did you see my keys?

- I think I left them here. - Don't let it bug you, Michael.

- You are bugging me! - It's perfectly normal!

Stay away from me.

You're afraid of it, I can tell. Don't be afraid of it!

I've got a gun, Harvey.

I'm allowed to use it when someone pisses me off.

Probably the fall brought it on,

a trauma like that can be a very common trigger.

I'm a bit unusual, I was born that way. My mother had the same gift.

Forget it. Alvin, don't worry.

I'll crawl through my window.

Things are happening, Michael, things that you can't ignore.

You can't close your eyes to this one, Michael!

You'll-- you'll see!

( phone ringing )

Yeah?

You look like shit.

Yeah, well, it's the middle of the night for me.

Still drinking?

Are you still screwing my wife?

I'd prefer you didn't smoke, Hayden.

Yeah? Well, I'd prefer if you stopped screwing my wife.

Yeah, well, she's your ex-wife.

She wasn't when you started screwing her.

You know, this tortured drunk routine is such a cliche.

Yeah, well, it's my cliche, so I embrace it.

You mind telling me why you got me up during daylight hours?

I'm putting you on the "Jabberwocky" case.

Jabberwocky?

No one's heard from Jabberwocky for...

10 years. He's back, it seems.

This arrived at "The Mirror" yesterday.

The kid they found slashed the other night.

- It's a copycat. - I don't think so.

The M.E. found that in his pocket when they cut off his shirt.

"Let's pretend we're kings and queens."

Alice to her sisters.

- Why you wanna give it to me? - I'm doing you a favor.

Don't.

They're watching you, Mick.

Internal Affairs knows all about

that little bottle you keep in your desk drawer.

Well, that would explain why it's always empty.

You need this job.

No, I need to go back to bed.

Look, I wanna know everything you do before you do it.

This thing's gonna be a nightmare.

What's the matter, John?

You afraid to fail twice?

That's where Gideon Wood is working.

Go by, pay him a visit, let him know we're watching him.

I'm sure he'll be thrilled.

Either he crawls back into his hole or we nail him this time.

Quickly.

You know, let's just pretend that this is Jabberwocky, which I doubt.

Don't you think that Gideon Wood is a bit of a dead horse?

No.

He's the Jabberwocky.

Well, we always said that, John.

We never did prove it, though.

Then prove it, Mick.

Then IA won't care what you do to your liver.

They'll probably build you your own bar.

Well, as much as I would enjoy that, John,

I'm not in the mood for a wild goose chase.

We're not asking you, Detective.

What else you got going besides this job, Mick? Huh?

I've arranged for you to go talk to the Department shrink.

She will be calling you to make an appointment.

I won't know anything about it.

Whose dumb idea was that?

She's worried about you, okay?

I told her I'd look out for you.

Well, aren't you a sweetheart?

What's all this crap about Jabberwocky?

It's crap.

Why would the guy start up again after all this time?

I don't know, maybe he's bored.

I'm gonna take a piss.

- Ray, give me the bathroom key. - Don't lose it this time.

I want you...

- I want you, Ray. - Talbot, what are you doing?

Let's do it, Ray. Right here, right now.

This is the evidence room.

What if somebody comes in?

It's 3:00 in the morning. Who's gonna come in?

And if they do, let them watch.

( zipper opens )

Oh, my God!

Oh! Oh, Talbot!

( cell phone rings )

Christ!

- Jabberwocky. - Michael Hayden?

- Yes, unfortunately. - I'm calling for Dr. Swann.

Oh, right, I was expecting your call.

She'd like to see you as soon as possible.

Yeah, I bet she does.

We're at 1412 Maple, number 10. 3:00 o'clock okay?

Today? Yeah, I got it.

( printer working )

Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Vera Swann.

- You found her. - You're Dr. Swann?

- You ready? - Go!

Okay!

Jesus Christ!

Doubtful.

Unless this house was located somewhere near the Sea of Galilee.

You wanna tell me what happened down there?

- You believe in ghosts? - No.

Good, neither do I.

Someone get a camera on these bookshelves.

What's going on here?

It's energy.

When you fight, you make energy. When you have sex, you make energy.

And when you die, if it's violent, it make lots of energy.

Not ghosts, energy.

Most often, the energy just dissipates into the atmosphere,

but sometimes it gets trapped.

If it's strong enough, it shows.

- And then I get to study it. - The Department knows about this?

I'm my own Department.

The faculty board leaves me alone, and I leave them alone.

You just moonlight for the cops.

I don't work for the cops...

- Hayden. - Yes, Detective Hayden.

Listen, whatever Harvey told you, just forget it.

Wait, how do you know about Harvey?

It doesn't matter. He says things without thinking.

I was supposed to meet the Department shrink here.

He told you about Jabberwocky, didn't he?

No.

Good.

He's got this idea that the Jabberwocky killer's returned.

I told him he's crazy.

I'm gonna need to speak to Harvey.

Have you been dreaming a lot lately?

Any headaches beyond the usual, voices you can't explain?

No.

- Hold out your hand. - I'm sorry?

Hold out your hand.

Tell me what you feel.

Nothing, I feel nothing.

Look, lady, it's really important that you tell me

how Harvey would know about the Jabberwocky.

- Are you sure nothing? - Yes.

I need to see him.

All right.

Come by my office tomorrow.

Who let these people in here?

I don't know anything about a letter. I cannot help you.

Mickey, Mickey, has anyone talked to Gideon Woods?

Jesus Christ, how would I know that, Roger?

Wait, don't print that.

Come on, Ray, in my office.

- Christ. - What are we gonna do?

I don't know about you, but I'm going home.

Someone still owes me three hours of sleep.

Hey, John, care to make a statement to the press?

I want you on Wood today.

What do you wanna tell these guys?

Tell them Lieutenant Hatter is punishing me

because I slept with my wife before he did.

If I wanted to punish you,

I'd pick a much more painful way than this.

Christ, John, it's not my fault she won't marry you.

Don't push it.

What?

- Did you see Vera? - Harv!

How did you know about the Jabberwocky before the papers did?

- She's nice, don't you think? - She's a real pistol.

Jabberwocky, Harv.

- Oh, you know as much as I do. - Somehow I doubt that.

But you were there. What do you think?

Where?

The house, Mickey. Jabberwocky was in that house.

Didn't Vera...? Mickey?

Dr. Swann...

Dr. Swann...

Vera...

( children's laughter and steps )

Jesus Christ, I need a drink.

( laughter )

( scream ) No!

Shit!

Mickey: I'm tired and sober, Ray, staring at an empty parking spot

outside Gideon Woods' apartment,

which is no longer empty. I'll call you back.

God!

( railroad crossing guard bell )

Sorry, I'm-- I'm off duty.

( heavy breathing)

Hey look, I said I...

( kettle whistle )

TV: We're live on the corner of 1 st Street and Union Avenue,

where a taxicab driver was found shot to death early this morning.

Police here on the scene are silent

on whether the Jabberwocky killer may have claimed another victim.

Mickey: That won't stop you people from talking about it.

...expressed so far that the killer may be moving in their midst.

This is Cindy Wang reporting live from 1 st St. and Union Ave.

Son of a bitch!

I thought I told you to stay on Woods.

- I did. - No, you didn't.

I sent a patrol car by his place at 1:30, you weren't there.

He went to bed at 11:30.

I waited for an hour and then went home.

Then how was he able to do this?

- How do you know Woods did this? - 'Cause I do.

John, that doesn't mean anything.

Dr. Swann, wait!

I know what you're thinking. You're way off base.

- Let me talk to him. - He's not Jabberwocky.

- Fine! Let me talk to him. - He's harmless.

He hangs around with dead people.

He's a junkie. He can't help it.

That's the part I'm afraid of.

You're wrong.

Fine. Let me talk to him.

John Henry Cardinal Newman set forth the standards

to which he felt the Victorian gentlemen should aspire.

In other words, ladies and gentlemen,

if someone kicks you in the privates,

don't just sit there and suffer.

Smile. See?

In this context, the white knight serves

as the author's embodiment of,

and judgment upon, this "ideal man,"

sadly a comic figure in a coat of shining armor.

Noble on the outside,

but an emotional cripple on the inside,

unable or unwilling to keep himself

from falling off his horse.

( bell rings )

That's it.

Ah, Michael!

- Professor. - Catch.

How did you get my keys?

Why'd you take my keys?

A quick way to get a read on someone.

Like sponges, they soak up all the drama in your life.

You can stop looking for your father's watch,

because it fell in the toilet...

- You were in my apartment? - He's not Jabberwocky.

I wanna test your hands for powder burns.

Fine.

I'm gonna get a search warrant for your apartment too.

- Fine. - He's not Jabberwocky.

I'm not Jabberwocky.

How did you know he was coming back?

I've been feeling it for weeks.

Nothing in the house drives the activity back to the Jabberwocky.

- Just a little... - Oh, excuse me!

Wait!

What about the girl?

What girl?

The girl at the top of the stairs.

Dr. Swann: What's going on?

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

What the hell is going on here?

- What do you think you're doing? - They're pulling this place down.

- You can't do that. - It's not my problem.

You don't know how hard it is to find a haunted house.

But you didn't believe in ghosts.

It's a figure of speech.

- He knows. - Who knows?

Jabberwocky. He knows that we know.

Wait, who owns this house?

We don't know.

You don't know? You're all over it.

We don't know who owns it. We got inside because...

they guy leasing it called me after the furniture

rearranged itself one time too many.

I was waiting to pull the chain of title.

I didn't want to influence anything he might get on the house,

- which wasn't much. - Should've listened to me.

Maybe you should've given me something less vague to go on.

You're supposed to be the professional.

I take exception to the word "vague."

Now where's he going?

He brought her through these trees, I remember that.

It's weird, though.

When he dumped her, there were witnesses.

- This is it. - There are your witnesses.

You saw all of this?

Yes.

This girl, did she have blonde hair?

- Yes. - Black dress, long sleeves?

Yes.

Here you go.

This is the girl.

This is the girl that fell down the stairs.

That is Alice Lurie, Jabberwocky's first known victim.

Two days after her body was found,

he sent his first letter to "The Mirror"--

it was a small daily back then-- along with a necklace...

Alice was wearing the night she was murdered.

Wait a second...

There's no mention of the house in this article.

That's because Alice's body was found in the park.

No one knew she was ever in the house...

till you came along.

Now, you may feel a bit of a sting...

- Afternoon, Owen. - Michael...

We were just talking about you.

- Well, you need to get out more. - You know someone?

Owen, that would require a very, very special girl.

Why, thank you.

That the one they brought in this morning?

Yup.

The Jabberwocky?

Well, Lieutenant Hatter seems to think so.

The Jabberwocky makes him nervous.

He practically carried this guy on his back this morning.

Anything missing?

Other than the vermiform appendix, and that's an old scar,

only the Jab man knows for sure.

- Did you get the bullet yet? - I was just going in to get it.

Wanna stay and watch?

I can't wait.

What about that girl you know?

Can't say I know, Owen.

If I did, I'd have to think long and hard.

Who can blame you?

There she is.

- It's a medium caliber bullet. - 9 millimeter, maybe a .38 special.

Shit!

How do you catch a guy that changes weapons every time he kills,

and then takes stuff no one else knows is missing

until they get it back in the mail?

The history of the case would suggest you don't.

And what are you doing, Mick?

Confirming that I'm an idiot. Thanks a lot, Owen.

Yeah.

Hey, don't forget, if you know someone...

I was touching the guy, how come I didn't see anything?

Swann: You're looking for rules where there are no rules.

If they were that cut and dry, you'd be talking to a Nobel laureate.

What did you get on the house?

Don't know. What did we get on the house?

Some kind of trust, but the name's been removed.

- That's bullshit! - I'll call you right back.

How is that possible?

Title's a matter of public record.

Smart.

I got the name of the leasing company that manages the property,

but the guy wouldn't tell me anything.

- He's kind of a dick. - Were you rude to him, Ray?

- I don't think so. - No? Call him back.

If she calls me back, come and get me.

Claudette...

what are you doing here during the day?

Baby wants a date, he's just too shy to admit it.

- Is that true, Bill? - Screw you, Mick.

- We've grown very close. - He propositioned me.

She... did not, baby.

She just said she liked your package.

Claudette, did you ask him for money?

No, baby, I told him,

"Claudette gives of herself freely to those she finds cute."

- And this one she does. - All right, forget it. Get out of here.

Wait 30 seconds, and then follow me, baby.

That's sick.

She still loves you, Billy. That's the tragedy.

- You didn't see the shrink, Mick. - Actually, I did.

I got my own.

.38 caliber bullet, I don't think it's gonna match the others.

Yeah, well, run it anyway.

Here's a warrant to search Wood's apartment for a weapon.

I want a powder test on him, although it's probably too late.

Who's in charge of this investigation, John?

I am.

Good. Then you can send me back to nights.

When this is over, you can go back to doing what you were doing.

Hell, I'll even buy your first bottle.

But until then, at least act like you give a shit.

You can't keep hounding this guy.

You want us to search his apartment, you give us probable cause.

Background check on a .38 bought at a gun show last month.

You got signature and I.D. going to a Charles Lutwidge.

Thumb print giving Wood.

Search the damn apartment.

I understand why he's got a problem with you,

- He's screwing your ex-wife. - Thanks for pointing that out, Ray.

It's a full competition thing. What's he got against me?

Maybe he just likes your donuts.

We should be doing the search with Wood here.

No, we should be back in bed.

Me under the influence and you under Talbot.

I was wondering when you guys were gonna show.

Mr. Wood... we've a warrant to search the apartment

and to conduct powder residue tests.

Go to hell!

Mr. Wood, why don't we just do this so I can go back to what I enjoy

and you can go back to what you enjoy,

whatever the hell that is?

- I don't have to answer! - You don't, but I'll ask you anyway.

What did you do last night after you finished work?

I came home. You should know that.

Did you go back out after that?

I'm not Jabberwocky.

Oh, wow, I'm convinced. How about you, Ray?

Just after midnight, I went out for a drink.

Oh, good, now there's an answer that I like. Where?

At "The Monkey House." Ask them if I was there last night.

They know me.

We'll be right down.

Mr. Wood, we'll exercise this warrant at a later date.

Ray, we have to go. Thank you for your time, sir.

- What's up? - Jabberwocky left another note.

How do you know about me and Talbot?

I'm psychic.

- Detective... - Miss Ellison.

I'm Detective Hayden, this is my partner, Detective Combs.

How do you do? Sorry to have kept you waiting.

- May I offer you some coffee? - No, thank you.

Please...

It was dropped off in the lobby an hour ago.

- No one saw who left it. - It's been opened.

It was addressed to me.

Has anybody else touched it?

You know he doesn't leave prints, Detective,

and by now my staff knows the drill. No one's touched what's inside.

Have you ever wondered why he chose your paper?

A thousand times. I have no answer.

Do you think he's the Jabberwocky? I mean, the same Jabberwocky?

I hope so.

Must be very good for business.

- Mickey... - I want him caught, Detective.

That will only happen if he exposes himself and makes a mistake.

Mick...

I've been a victim in this as well, Detective.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I forgot.

My brother often took risks he shouldn't have.

Agreeing to meet the Jabberwocky was perhaps his most foolish.

I hanged that there to remind myself that there are some risks

- that are not worth taking. - Even in the pursuit of a story?

My brother warned me he would never sit behind a desk.

"You're the smart one," he would tell me,

"I'll bring in the stories, you'll make the people wanna read them."

He didn't warn me that my job would also include

burying an empty coffin after his body failed to turn up

when they dredged the bay.

( chopper whirring)

So you suppose he was just pushed over?

That, or made him jump.

Hi, Harv.

You're not surprised to see me?

Not much surprises me anymore these days.

You remember Ray?

Oh, hi.

Uh, Taylor, no, Talbot.

Nice looking girl.

I didn't say a thing.

You ever try to find the spot where the Jabberwocky pushed him over?

About a million times. No success.

Tom Ellison leaves a message at the paper,

says he's coming here to meet the Jabberwocky.

Then he disappears.

Two days later, his lighter shows up in the mail.

The fish got the rest.

- Why would he do it? - He wanted the story.

No, the Jabberwocky, why would he do it?

Kill the guy who made you famous?

We're talking about a killer who loves publicity.

Maybe he thought he was getting a bum rap.

No, I don't buy it.

( rock music )

Can I get a scotch? Double, straight up, please.

We don't serve your kind here.

What kind is that?

The kind with a police badge in his pocket.

Pleasant.

Hi.

It's weird, it's like she's trying to tell me something.

I told you, what you saw isn't a ghost, it's leftover energy,

a heat trail from a girl that's been dead 10 years.

- No, no, she was here. - You brought her here.

She's inside your head, that's all.

More often than not it's people who are haunted, not places.

Yeah, well, she looked at me,

and I looked at her,

and she said "hi."

No, that's not possible. You're just new to this, that's all.

You're wrong. You're wrong.

- Owen! - Hey, Mick.

- How you doin' tonight? - Fine. Rib?

What species?

Thank you. You know who that girl is?

Yeah. Alice Lurie.

Cause of death a basal skull fracture with a resulting subdural hematoma.

That was, uh... Jabberwocky's first.

And you are...?

Not that hungry.

Focus, Owen. Tell me what happened to that.

I buried it with her.

It was a gift from her father.

She loved her father.

What's a seven letter word for "folk singer"?

Sorry, ma'am, I don't know.

Neither do I, that's why I suck at this.

After the police did whatever they needed to do with it,

they gave it back to me.

But it was important to her and not to me,

so I buried her with it. That's where it belonged.

"Trademark," nine letters.

Ma'am...

do you remember ever seeing this house?

No.

Are you sure?

Alice went there the night she was killed.

Alice went a lot of places. She was that kind of a girl.

What kind of girl, Mrs. Lurie?

Do you have any children?

No.

She was the kind of girl a mother sometimes finds it hard to love.

- Nothing, nothing! - Well, you have to relax.

Don't try to force it, just... let it come.

What's this?

That is a request for a court order.

I want to exhume Alice Lurie's casket.

I'm looking for this.

It's a necklace, had no blood or prints.

What do you want it for?

I asked her mother for permission, she said she'd think about it.

With the court order, I don't need to wait.

No, forget it, Hayden.

I'm not gonna dig up some girl who's been dead for 10 years.

Who's this?

This is Dr. Swann.

She's a parapsychologist.

- A psychic? - A scientist.

- He's the psychic. - Get her out of here.

- Is that everything, Ray? - Please! I've three more loads.

- Well, bring them up. - What's this?

Those are your old Jabberwocky files, John.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to give a shit about something,

just like you asked me.

Did you check back with the leasing company?

Just like I told you before.

Ray...

we're gonna have to work on your powers of persuasion.

Dr. Swann...

Thank you for taking the time to see us.

My name is Detective Michael Hayden, this is Dr. Vera Swann.

How may I help you?

Well, I'm trying to obtain some information

on the owner of a house at 1412 Maple.

Your associate was already here.

I told him that that information is confidential.

- No, it's not. - Yes.

Uh, yes, he told me.

Wanted to make you aware that I can go to a judge...

and obtain a court order that'd allow me to get that information.

Certainly.

Yes.

I think we're done here.

Thank you very, very much for your time.

It's been a pleasure.

- So, let's get the order. - It will take a few days.

Why do you drink so much?

Why are you such a pain in the ass?

No, I-- I really want to know.

I do too.

I do work that no one takes seriously, it's...

my defense.

But you're fending off more than professional criticism with your act.

I refuse to be analyzed by someone whose own self awareness

is viewed through a prism of melting ice cubes.

Okay, fair enough, fair enough.

But if you're looking for something tragic,

I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you,

because the truth of the matter is, I like to drink.

Sometimes I like to get drunk, sometimes I like to pass out.

I don't hurt anybody with it, and I don't drink on the job, contrary...

to my lieutenant's beliefs.

Has it killed me? No. At least, not yet.

And, hell, if you don't have anything else going on...

But whose fault is that?

...you might as well do something you're good at.

I think that's sad.

Tragic.

What's it like when it comes to you?

When what comes to me?

The gift.

- Why do you call it that? - Because that's what it is.

Tell me what it feels like.

It doesn't feel like anything.

I don't believe you.

- Do you get jealous? - No.

Yes.

Don't be.

There must be something else you're good at besides this.

Not according to my ex-wife.

Why did she marry you?

I don't know. We both forgot.

She said I was a good kisser.

Are you?

Well, that's subjective, really.

Depends on who you're kissing.

Of course, there are always variables.

Yeah.

The mood...

the lighting, music...

Well, I'm not sure that you can actually quantify...

Sorry.

It's--

it's been a very long time.

( heavy breathing )

So, baby...

you're looking for a good time?

Look, why don't you just tell me what you want?

Either way, I bet I got it.

Congratulations, Mick. It's the kind of job I thought you'd be doing.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Where the hell have you been?

Thinking too much.

- Jabberwocky? - Yeah.

Uh, Mick...

His name is Jimmy Johnson.

Approximately 32 years old...

He's got an aunt that lives...

- Ray, forget it, I'll call her. - Yeah.

- Ray... - Yeah?

Put Claudette on the death certificate.

Aaargh!

Aaah!

Shit!

It started when the second murder showed up in the papers.

I was with this girl, this hooker.

And sometimes I got this problem, I can't...

you know, get started.

So she makes fun of me.

I told her to stop laughing and she wouldn't.

That pissed me off because I wasn't paying her to laugh at me.

And I hit her.

She started screaming, "It's Jabberwocky!

Somebody help me!"

So the guy in the next room comes over and holds me down

until the cops show up.

And all of a sudden, I'm Jabberwocky.

They got nothing on me, except a copy of the book in my apartment.

Anyone who likes to read's got a copy of that book.

They don't care.

And that asshole, Tom Ellison.

Every day there's an article about how I'm a weird guy,

how I got no friends and I live alone.

I didn't know any of that was a crime.

They printed my picture, for Christ's sake.

All the shit they wrote was made up.

Everywhere I go, people are looking at me,

thinking I killed those people.

I asked for your cooperation,

and you did not give it to me,

so, please...

please...

explain to me why the hell are you telling me this now.

- Mickey... - Leave it till morning, Ray.

Mick!

What?

Why don't you tell us your story?

Girl: He thought I was sleeping,

otherwise he wouldn't have talked about it, I don't think.

I was working the bus station for change and...

him and his friends bought beers with what I brought home.

I wasn't too scared when he first said it.

He's hurt people before.

He thinks it's fun to kick the crap out of people

that are different than him.

Then last night, I seen on the paper about this Jabberwocky guy and...

and I don't wanna stay there anymore.

Thanks.

He said he shot that he-she hooker the other night.

Freeze! Freeze!

Put your hands on your head!

Hey! Hey! No, no, no!

Don't!

That guy is not a day over 25.

There's no way he's the Jabberwocky

unless he fucking started when he was 10.

You're right, we've got a copycat.

- He said he didn't leave the card. - So? He lied.

It's either that or the Jabberwocky took credit

for a murder he didn't commit.

John, we need to talk. There's something wrong here...

Look, I know my rights. I wanna talk to my lawyer!

Jesus Christ! What did you bring him in for?

He did it again.

Somebody followed a guy from the subway and beat his brains in.

I didn't do it.

It was something in the way he looked, right?

It w...

Hmmm?

I didn't do it.

You were off work yesterday. Tell me where you went.

I didn't work.

- I stayed home. - Oh, you stayed home.

You stayed home all night?

I went for a drink.

My usual place.

Can you prove that you were there?

Sure.

Oh!

Your partner bought the drinks.

- Owen... - Mick?

- Is this the body from last night? - Yeah.

Listen, that girl didn't call me. I don't think she likes me.

Gross, huh?

Shit.

Nothing.

- I'll need his clothes. - I don't think they'll fit you, Mick.

Owen, get me his clothes.

Sure.

Aaargh!

What?!

What else do you want from me?! You want me to say I did it?

I'll say it if that's what it takes for you assholes to leave me alone.

God damn it!

I never got nothing that was any good, nothing!

But what little I could get, you assholes

and that fucking reporter took from me!

My life is shit because of you people!

And I never did nothing to deserve it!

Listen to me!

Listen to me...

Okay.

We have him in custody as we speak.

- Thank you, sir. - He's not the Jabberwocky.

You having drinks with the guy now, Mick?

What, are you dating him?

- We're chasing the wrong guy. - Christ!

The press will have a field day.

The Jabberwocky took credit for a murder he didn't commit.

He's playing games with us, Mick, and you're letting him.

Wood is not the Jabberwocky, I'm positive.

The medical examiner found two blood types in that alley.

You go to Wood, you get a sample.

John!

Your fixation on Wood is borderlining obsessive.

And your conduct is borderlining on insubordination.

- Well, I just released him. - You're off this case, Mick.

He's ignoring evidence, Ray.

Are we fired? I heard "off the case,"

but I didn't hear fired.

He's so convinced that Wood is the Jabberwocky,

it doesn't matter what we bring him,

he'll never change his mind.

Look who cares, all of a sudden.

I was just getting used to days.

Think of it this way,

you'll get to spend more time with Talbot.

- Ah, we broke up. - Why?

She said the sex was boring.

Not what I saw.

You own that house.

You're interrupting an important meeting, Detective.

The house Alice Lurie was killed in, your family owns it.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I'm afraid I'm at a loss here, Detective.

- I haven't been in my brother's... - Miss Ellison,

who is the Jabberwocky?

Does Lieutenant Hatter know you're here?

- I need the lighter. - What lighter?

Your brother's lighter that the Jabberwocky sent you in the mail.

- It's missing from the files. - I don't have it.

Okay, then maybe you can tell me where your brother is

- and I'll ask him myself. - My brother is dead!

That, Miss Ellison, I'm not so sure about.

( grunting )

Ah! Fuck!

( sobbing )

Sometimes nothing,

sometimes a picture,

sometimes...

I don't know...

something, maybe.

Harvey: Something, maybe? That's my favorite kind.

Harvey, we're coming over. Ray!

Come here, help me load this stuff.

We're taking it over to Harvey's. Harvey, I'll see you later.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Just taking this stuff over to a friend of mine.

I took you off this case.

Why are you showing up in Margaret Ellison's office?

He's a psychic, he feels things.

No, no goddamned psychics!

What the hell do you want with this?

Ray, take this over to Harvey's. I'll be by with the rest in a minute.

Yeah, sure.

- Where did you get that? - Tom Ellison was a friend of mine.

I held on to it after he died.

Can I have it, please?

Look, Mick, I think this case's been more than you can handle,

I want you to take some time off.

John, please,

just put it in my hand.

Jesus!

No!

( dialing phone )

Ray, it's Harv.

Tell Mickey to give me a call, will you?

A funny feeling just came over me.

Tom Ellison was alone the night he jumped.

He jumped from that spot right there.

No, Gideon Wood killed Tom-- He picked him up,

he threw him off this bridge, and sent...

- You're wrong, John. - And how do you know that?

Just trust me, I know.

It doesn't make any sense, Mick.

Why would he just jump?

Because Tom Ellison was the Jabberwocky.

I can't tell whether the story was covering up the killings,

or whether...

the killings were feeding the story.

Either way, it's a whack job in my book.

He either got too close, or he got too crazy.

And he jumped.

This is impossible.

You have no idea what's possible, John.

Tom Ellison's body was never found because he survived the fall.

And he sent his own lighter in.

- Now he's doing it again. - Jesus.

I mean, look, maybe Wood is not our guy.

But this is...

Look, I want you to back off, I mean, really back off...

before this thing gets completely inside your head.

It's too late.

Hayden...

Aaargh!

( labored breathing )

I'm going home, Ray.

Where's Mickey?

We had a drink. He, uh...

he wanted to walk home.

His spooky friend, Harvey, called.

Yeah?

Said he figured out Jabberwocky.

Night, Ray.

Night.

Vera, darling, guess what I saw?

Mm-hmm.

I know who was with Alice on the stairs.

There's no Jabberwocky.

( phone rings )

Don't ask.

- Yeah? - Dr. Swann: Mickey!

Are you okay?

I guess I didn't get here fast enough.

Didn't get that bastard.

He said he'd been to the house and...

he knew who the killer was, and...

and then the phone hit the floor, and I had...

- Oh, shit! - It's all right.

It's all right.

Ray!

Take her home. He's gonna stay with you, okay?

I'll be right over.

Hold up, guys.

Mickey, watch...

Okay, thank you.

- Where did you find the body? - In the bathroom.

So is there anyone you wanna call?

Family, friends?

There's no one.

Pull over.

What, you feel sick?

Hey! Hey, listen! Where do you think you're going?

Mickey said to take you home!

Tell him I'm going after Alice.

What?

Who's Alice? Who the heck is Alice?

Mickey...

watch.

John!

What the hell is going on?

- Where's John? - He went home.

- Put out an APB for his arrest. - What?

He's the Jabberwocky.

- Hey! Did you take Vera home? - Listen, I tried.

- What do you mean, you tried? - She's kinda bossy.

- Where did she go? - Said she was going after Alice.

Oh, shit!

Who's Alice?

Mick!

Vera!

Vera!

No!

No!

( screaming )

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

Alice? Alice?

She's dead.

Jesus, John!

Vera!

I'm here!

John...

John...

You're a whole lot better swimmer than I thought.

A whole lot better drunk than you though.

- So you're the Jabberwocky? - Maybe so.

What about Tom Ellison?

Oh, I'm pretty sure old Tom is no longer with us.

There was no Jabberwocky, was there, John?

All of the murders, they were unrelated.

None of the killers were the same, right?

It's one thing I can't figure out.

Why did you go to so much trouble

to make Gideon Wood your scapegoat?

That wasn't my idea.

I never killed anyone.

- Until tonight. - Put the gun down, Mick.

Put the gun down, Mick.

Okay.

- She can't hurt you, John. - Shut up.

- All right. - I said shut up.

Okay.

We're all gonna go for a little walk now.

Let's go.

Son of a bitch!

Get in the basement. Go! Move!

So the Jabberwocky is gonna be responsible for two more killings.

Just one, Jabberwocky's last before he shoots himself in the head.

So I get to be the Jabberwocky.

I can guarantee all the evidence will point in your direction.

Why did you start up again, John?

No one's supposed to get this far, Mick.

- Sorry to disappoint you. - Get up against the wall. Move!

It's kinda poetic, don't you think?

The Jabberwocky dies where he was born.

It should make great headlines.

You're not playing with a full deck, John.

That's very funny, Mick.

Alice is mad at you.

Yeah?

Well, I don't believe in ghosts.

Oh, neither did I.

Stay in there, I'm gonna go find him.

John!

John!

This is where you left her.

Funny how I know that, isn't it?

Does she haunt you at night?

Invade your dreams?

Screaming at you?

You can't get away from that.

You can never get away from that.

John: Alice!

I guess he lied.

He does believe in ghosts.

I need a drink.

- Better ease up on that, Vera. - Why, you cutting down?

Please, give me a reason to.

Mick...

Mrs. Lurie...

I got this for you. I was hoping that--

You don't have to worry.

The man who killed your daughter is dead.

Here. Take it.

Please, I don't want it anymore. Take it.

Okay.

Am I addressing the Red Queen?

George!

It's all right.

You were there.

When Alice fell, your brother called you.

You were the smart one, who knew how to spin a story,

so the public would buy it.

You thought of everything.

The name Jabberwocky, the playing cards,

but not that night--

No, you weren't that cold blooded.

But we know who inspired it, don't we?

John was free.

He stayed behind while you and your brother carried her into the park.

So he never knew what happened next.

Alice woke up.

She wasn't really dead.

Now this--

this is the part that I find really poetic--

that John was too drunk to find a pulse.

And then she saw you.

And then you picked up a rock, and you bashed her head in.

At first, you weren't really sure what to do.

And when life gives you lemons...

you make lemonade.

It's always been about building a circulation for you, hasn't it?

You know you can't prove any of this.

That's why you brought Jabberwocky back.

Because you were going to sell the paper.

I signed the contracts this evening.

( laughing )

John must have shit a brick when you told him

you were bringing the Jabberwocky back simply to boost the price.

He killed that girl.

What choice did he have?

All those innocent people,

their murderers went unpunished.

Most of them hardly people, Detective.

Right.

Just a simple deck of playing cards.

I made them famous.

- What about Gideon Wood? - I made him famous too.

Do you believe in ghosts, Miss Ellison?

No. Why?

No reason.

Margaret...

Who is it?

Who's there?

Don't you know me?

It's Jabberwocky.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )