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(woman sighs)

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(egg splatters)
(woman gasps)

(woman grumbling faintly)

(typewriter clacking)

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chattering)
(people laughing)

- Okay. All right.

We're gonna miss you in the group.

We really will.

And here's to wish you a
wonderful trip back east. Okay?

And here's 10.. help.

(camera clicks)
(group laughs)

- I hope that three
weeks with your parents

doesn't wipe out two years
with therapy with Dr. Dick.

(group laughs)
- Thank you.

- Speaking of Dr. Fates,

Rosemary, why don't you rent him

this hot tub for therapy sessions?

Get the whole group in here.

(camera clicks)

- You wanna share a hot tub with Bruce?

- Or Gilbert?

(camera clicks)
(woman laughs)

- [Julie] I wish I was strong
enough to leave therapy.

- You? You're stronger than any of us.

- Oh no, I'm not.

(group groaning)
Oh.

I just look that way.

- Boo! (chuckles)
- Really.

- [Woman] Julie's like me.

Ice cube front and jello inside.

- I'm terrified to get up in the morning.

(group chuckling)
(camera clicks)

- [Woman] What about your
divorce? Did it come through?

- Well, welcome back
to single's town, girl.

(camera clicks)

- You all think that I'm happy
to get out of my marriage,

but I'm not.

He still thinks I'm his property, though.

- He's a man.

- For somebody who makes her living

writing an advice column --

(camera clicks)
(group chuckling)

- I know.

I wish he'd understand that
he's got to stop bothering me

or I will have to quit my job.

- [Woman] Why you?

- You know why. We work
for the same newspaper.

- Let him quit.
- Get him fired.

- I couldn't do that.

- String him up by his tonsils. (grunts)

(group laughing)

(camera clicking)
- No. (grunts)

(ominous music)

- Bon voyage.
- Have a nice trip, Sally.

- Thank you, Clara.

Hey, I heard about this
(indistinct), wanna come?

- Oh, I can't.

I'd love to, but I'm overloaded with work.

- Oh, you're just saying that.
- I swear.

(birds chirping)

(engine starting)

(suspenseful music)

(Sally screams)

(Sally sobs)

Somebody, please help me.

(Sally sobbing)

(animal shrieks)
(Sally screaming)

(ominous music)

(sobs) Help me. Let me out.

(door crashing)

(Sally screams)

(Sally sobbing)

(suspenseful music)
(Sally screams)

Please stop. No!

(sobs) No!

No.

(Sally sobbing)

No.

(Sally screaming)

No!

Stop!

(birds chirping)

(eerie music)

(elevator dings)

- (hums) Hey.

- Good morning, Julie.
- Morning.

(phone rings)

(alert chiming)
- You hear that?

- Good morning, Julie.

I'll be right in.
- That's deadline.

- Yeah, well, you talk to
your husband about that.

- Ex-husband, sweetie.

Too sunny in here for you?

- Got a case of pink eye. (grunts)

- Oh, good Lord.
(man laughing)

Oh, no.

Another one.

"Murder - I think about it more and more.

They talk forever about
their stupid problems

and I'm the one who's miserable.

I wanna shoot them through the head

and I can do it.

I've got his gun.

(sighs) You're one of them.

I'm gonna Kill you, too."

- What a crackpot.

I mean, you have to be a crackpot

to write a letter like that.

- You think that this is a joke?

- Show it to Doug.

- [Doug] Go to the police.

- [Julie] The thing is, I've
gotten hoax letters before.

- [Doug] He's threatening you.

You don't fool around
with something like this.

You go to the police.

I bet it's one of those nuts
from that therapy group.

That's who I bet it is.

One of those nuts from that group.

- I do have a group
session this afternoon.

- Well, there you go.

You can ask a psychopath
about a psychopath.

We could've made it, you and I,

if it hadn't been for that group.

- Doug, stop it.

You know that that's not true.

(sighs) By the way,

have the divorce papers come through yet?

- Day before yesterday.

- Don't look so sad.

I'm not the only woman in the world.

It's just that sometimes, people -

- Shh. Do what you want.

Do what you want.

What do you think of these?

- For what?

- Gotta wallpaper the new art room.

- Well, they're both perfectly awful.

- You think so?

- Who's gonna do it for you?

- What do you mean who's
gonna do it for me?

I'm gonna do it.

My uncle was a paper
hanger. He left me tools.

Pissed on his grave if I let somebody else

hang paper on my walls.

(ominous music)

(Julie gasps)

- Gilbert! Gilbert!

My God.

You surprised me.

- I'm gonna be working in
your building tomorrow.

- My building?
- Yeah.

Where you got your office.

You got some boiler problems down there.

- [Julie] Tell me about it. I
don't even have any hot water.

- It's the boiler.

My boss is sending me
down to check it out.

We do all the boiler work
(ominous music)

For the company that
manages your building.

They got 50 to 60 office
buildings in the city.

(intercom buzzes)

- Yes?

- [Woman on Intercom] Your
group is coming in, Dr. Fates.

- [Dr. Fates] Thank you.

Alison?

Are you all right?

- Yes, daddy.

- You were out late last night. Again.

I wish you wouldn't drive alone like that.

It's dangerous.

- [Gilbert] It's the loneliness.

Sometimes, it weighs on me like...

like a blanket made out of tar.

Or rubber or something.

Asphalt.

I don't know how to push it off.

When I'm working, it's not so bad,

especially when there's a crisis.

Uh... (chuckles nervously)

A boiler blows up, something
like that, I fix it.

For a while, I can feel like a hero.

Then I get off work and everybody else

has got some place to go.

It makes me...

kind of angry, makes me
really pissed. (scoffs)

I don't know what I'm saying all this for.

- I feel like that sometimes.

- Everybody does.

- Go on, Gilbert.

What do you do when you get angry?

- I walk it.

Or I drive it.

Sometimes I walk it, sometimes I drive it.

- Walk it?

- [Gilbert] I don't
have anybody to talk to.

I ain't got a family here.

- [Woman] We're a family for you.

(Gilbert chuckles)

- This group? (snickers)

- We're here for you.

- Yeah, when?

Two o'clock in the morning,
when I'm riding the streets?

You here then?

I never seen you.

You know what I do sometimes?

I walk to the supermarket,

two or three o'clock in the morning,

just to see somebody's face.

I've never seen you there, Francoise.

- You know why, Francoise?

You've got a husband, that
makes a lot of difference.

- (chuckles) A husband
she'd be better off without.

- [Julie] Now, wait a minute.

Rosemary, you can't say things like that.

- [Rosemary] What? About
Francoise's husband?

- Yes.
- Are you kidding?

We tore him apart last week.

- Well, that's exactly
it, that is exact --

we tore her husband apart
last week, that's right.

And the poor man wasn't
even here to defend himself.

You know, I think we should really be

a little more careful with
other people's marriages.

- Oh, please.

- What mass marital experience

do you speak from, Rosemary?

- None, love.

I've been remarkably
successful at avoiding it.

- Maybe there's a reason
for that, sweetheart.

(Pat chuckles)
- Rosemary,

you are a real catastrophe today.

(group laughing)

- There are two sides to relationships.

I think we have to
address ourselves to it.

(ominous music)

That's it.
- Thank you, Doctor.

- See you next time.

(group chattering indistinctly)

(birds chirping)

- [Julie] Dr. Fates?

- [Pieter] Yes, Julie?

- [Julie] Could I see
you for a minute, please?

I didn't wanna bring this
up in front of the group.

It's the second one in two weeks.

(car engines revving)

(tires screeching)

Could he be serious
about murdering people?

- He's asking for advice.

- From me?

- It's what you give in your column.

- [Julie] Yes, but to kids with pimples.

- I think if he wanted to Kill,

he wouldn't write letters.

How are things going with your husband?

- Doug is...wallpapering his office.

- Is he?
- Yes, he's...

his family's in the wallpaper business

and his uncle -- that is --

you know, his parents died
when he was an infant,

but you know that.

(eerie music)

- I never do these sort of things.

- Your appointment is for 6:30, Dr. Fates.

- Thank you, Clara.

(door creaking)

- Oh, I'll just be a minute.

- Wanna ride?
- Definitely.

My car divorced me last night.

I can't even find the bus stop.

- Help me with this.

This is no town to be without wheels.

- Tell me about it, especially
with creeps like Gilbert

(chuckles) wondering around.
- Gilbert?

- Yeah, all those fantasies
he has about women.

I'd like to string him up
with barbwire. (chuckles)

- They were just fantasies.

- I should talk, me,

a topless dancer with a
masters from Wellesley.

(both exclaiming)
- Oh, God.

Oh, God.
- What is this?

- You're disgusting.
(ominous music)

(women laughing)

(engine starting)

(women laughing)

- [Pat] I hate goodbyes.

(ominous music)

(keys jingling)

- (exclaims) You shaved your afro,

I don't believe it.

It suits you, it does.

It really does. When did you do that?

(Julie sighs)

(water running)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

(bike engine revving)
(woman laughing)

(dog barking)
(birds chirping)

(insects chirping)

- Hurry up.
(woman laughing)

(woman laughing)

- It's cold.

- No problem.

(door rumbling)

(woman screaming)
(sirens wailing)

(dog barking)
(people chattering faintly)

(door rattling)
(insects buzzing)

(man sighs)

- Keep wondering how many of these things

I gotta see before it
stops turning my stomach.

(lively jazz music)

(people chattering faintly)
(glass clinking)

(patrons cheering)

(Pat sighs)
(soft jazz music)

(Pat gasps)

You always surprise me. (giggles)

(Pat moaning)

(people chattering faintly)

- I don't know, Jake.

You know, it's like a rollercoaster,

you know what I'm saying?

Sometimes you're up,
sometimes you're down.

You got to learn how to
roll with the punches.

Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

(people chattering faintly)

(phone rings)

- I'm looking for a Detective Donahue.

I called before.
- Right, Lieutenant Donahue

is right behind that door over there.

Just walk right behind this counter,

through the door.
- Okay, thank you.

- [Donahue] It's 8:00 to 5:00,
it's some kind of a hoax.

Some character playing kiddie games.

- [Julie] But what if isn't?

- Then you got a
different kind of problem.

He hasn't done anything yet.

Where's my cup? Who's got my cup?

- [Julie] You mean we have
to wait until somebody dies?

- [Jake] The law works
in mysterious ways, miss.

- But it's such a sad letter.

- You'd be surprised how
many people out there

feel the same way this guy does.

- How long have you been writing

that "Lonely Hearts" column of yours?

About a year.

- I'm gonna guarantee you two things.

One, that that letter is as phony

as a three-dollar bill.

Two, that before you're
though writing that column,

you're gonna have a sack full.

- I know.

That's what my therapist says.

- What's a pretty girl like
you go to a therapist for?

- Well, it helps with my column.

And anyway, you know,

there are a lot of people
out there who have problems.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

We clean up the mess.

(lively music)
(people chattering faintly)

(ominous music)

(engine starting)

(bus whirring)

(buzzer buzzes)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(scissors snipping)

(Pat panting)

(footstep approaching)

(Pat gasps)
(suspenseful music)

(fence clattering)

(Pat grunts)

- Please, please.

Please. What do you want?

What do you want?

(eerie music)

(Pat groaning)

(footsteps thumping)

(ominous music)

(keys jingling)

(tires screeching)

(door opens)
(ominous music)

(insects chirping)

(engine revving in distance)

(people chattering faintly)
(phone rings)

- Like the flowers?

- Another letter came this morning.

- Oh, really?

- [Julie] "Dear Julie,

maybe you don't believe I'm serious.

Your time is growing short.

The bullet's in the chamber,

the gun's ready to blow.

I'm aiming it at you."

Signed, Scared to Death.

- Total schizo.

- Well, I've got to do something.

- Julie, don't get involved.

- Well, this person is appealing --

- So what? He's obviously insane!

- Why don't you go to the police?

- She did, they think it's a hoax.

- I think I'm gonna have
to do something myself.

Answer him, maybe in the column.

- No!

- The police could set me up

with a special phone line so I could --

maybe I could talk to him.

- Let me see that letter.

You know something? I think
it's a hoax, too. (chuckles)

- (scoffs) Oh, Doug, you just
don't want me to get involved.

- Whoever is writing this is
obviously capable of murder.

All right?

- No, look. He doesn't wanna
hurt me, he just wants my help.

- How do you know what he wants to

or doesn't want to do to you?

The guy's obviously a lunatic.

- Doug's right, you know.

- It's the same dance. See, look.

Even if he threatens somebody directly,

we could go after him,

but the guy hasn't done anything.

- Well, how do you know he hasn't?

Some of those letters mention a gun.

Now, how do you -- maybe
he's shot somebody already!

- Maybe. Look, I'm dealing with
a half a dozen murders a day

and you're bustin' my chops on a maybe.

Now, come on, do you
know how many homicides

there are in the LA area every week?

Do you?
- What?

- Archie, let me see the
latest beauty file, will you?

Forty a week.

And that's just the ones that turn up.

- Yeah, we had 32 three weeks ago.

We thought the world turned good.

- Eat yet?

- No.
- Good.

Nothing in, nothing out.

Oh, thanks, Arch.

(phone rings)

John Doe.

Shot in the head twice, close range.

Jane Doe, slit throat.

John Doe, knifed.

Twelve year-old girl,
raped, knifed, and shot.

We can't figure out in what order yet.

Stepfather did it.

- One happy family.

- [Donahue] John Doe, Jane Doe, Jane Doe.

- All right.

Okay.

- You see what we're up against?

(phone rings)

- Suppose I published
a number in my column

where he could call me?

- The trouble is, we don't have the time

or the manpower to give
you any real protection.

- Wait a minute.

(dramatic music)
Oh, my God. It's Sally.

She was in my therapy group.

- When was the last time you saw her?

- It was last week in the group.

It was her last group

before she was supposed to
leave for Tennessee, but...

We didn't miss her, because
we thought she'd gone already.

- Would you, um,

would you mind, uh,
coming down to the morgue

to make a positive ID?

- I'd like to call somebody first.

- [Donahue] Sure.

- How was she killed?

- We don't give that information out.

- It helps sometimes
when we make an arrest.

You know, to, uh,

make sure we got the right party.

If you wanna change your mind
about writing that column,

I wouldn't blame you.

If you want my honest opinion, though,

I don't think who's ever
writing those letters

had anything to do with this girl's death.

Well, that's my opinion, Julie.

(ominous music)

- I'm gonna answer whoever's
writing those letters.

- What would you say to him?

- You know, I want him to call me.

You know, I want him to get some help.

- Suppose he came after you?

- That's what Doug's afraid of.

(eerie music)

(typewriter clacking)

- [Jake] They found this here on the door?

- [Julie] Glass door outside the office.

Can't the police do
something about this now?

- Honey, the department
won't let us do nothing

more than setup that private phone line

we talked about.
(phone ringing)

But believe me, this guy don't wanna Kill.

He wants to communicate.

- (sighs) I hope so.

- We're gonna set up
a special phone number

where he can reach you.

Now, he won't know where he's calling,

so you won't have to worry.

There won't be any kind
of personal danger to you.

- I have felt less terrified in my life.

- Ever consider the possibility

it might be somebody you know?

Somebody who works here in the office,

or maybe somebody from that
therapy group of yours?

I'd check it out.

- How am I supposed to do that?

- I'd do it carefully.

Whoever it is, is running short on words.

(phone ringing)

(dramatic music)
(Julie sighs)

(typewriter clacking)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(car door opens)

(car door slams)

- Have you told your daughter yet?

- What?
- I'm coming to dinner.

- Not yet.

(birds chirping)

- [Julie] Such a wonderful house.

- [Pieter] It was when my wife was alive.

- The grounds are still cared for.

- So are the grounds of cemeteries.

- Why, Pieter, I've never
heard you talk like this.

- You've never heard me talk at all.

(birds chirping)

- You know what I dreamt last night?

I dreamt you wrote me the
most beautiful love letter.

Only you didn't want
me to know it was you.

So you cut out all the words

from newspapers and magazines,

just like the letters I've
been getting in the mail.

Only...

somebody saw you doing it,

so you killed her.

- How did I kill her?

- I don't know, I don't remember.

- How can you not remember
something like this?

- I wasn't interested.

All I cared about was what
you said in the letter.

Pieter?

Pieter, what's happened?

Is it Sally?

Finding Sally dead?

- Yes.

- You never saw my hair down?

(Pieter whispers indistinctly)

(ominous music cont.)

- [Pieter] Wait for me here.

- Yes, yes.

- Have you seen my daughter?

- I think she's upstairs.

- Alison?

(faucet squeaking)
(water running)

Alison?

We have a guest for dinner tonight.

Alison?

- Yes?

- [Pieter] I invited Julie for dinner.

I just wanted to tell you.

(eerie music)
(camera clicking)

- [Man] All right, let's
get the body outta here.

(sirens wailing)

(people chattering faintly)

- Yah!

No credit cards, no wallet, nothing.

For the first time in history,
the goddamn garbage men

got here when they're supposed to.

- Probably a hooker.

- You think all women
are hookers, don't you?

- I mean, Louie, she had two
pounds of makeup on her face,

she's either a hooker, an
actress, a dancer, something.

- Then what's she doing in the back alley?

- Probably setting up a trick.

- Oh, come on.

- What?
- Oh, come on.

Get in the car.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(Donahue grunting)

- What's the matter?

- This case doesn't have anything

to do with those letters, does it?

- What? From that newspaper girl?

- Yeah.

- That letter talked about guns, I mean,

you don't talk about guns
and then use a knife.

- Well, you know,

the broad that she recognized
last night was knifed.

- I don't know.

I mean, what do you wanna
do, bring her down again?

- Let's have the morgue
boys run a make on it,

see what they come up with it.

- All right. You're gonna
have to wait until tomorrow.

You know those guys don't work after 5:00.

- Well, another couple of days
is not gonna Kill anybody.

(lighter flicks)
(soft piano music)

- Alison?

Dinner's ready.

Alison, darling.

(lighter flicking)

- You know, I spoke to
the police this evening.

They can set up that special line.

Pieter. (sighs)

Listen.

Maybe I shouldn't stay this evening.

- Yes, you should.

- Where do I sit?

- I'm Julie.
- I know who you are.

(soft piano music cont.)

- That's a very lovely dress, Alison.

- It was my mother's.

She's dead.

- I know and I'm sorry.

- Why? She wasn't your mother.

- I thought we are going
to give her things away.

- So you can get rid of her forever?

What do you think?
- Alison.

- Don't you have any
advice to give, dear Julie?

Nothing to say?

- There are laws against minors drinking.

- Oh, I see.

And are there laws against minors

wearing their mother's dresses?

Are there laws against that, too?

- Why are you behaving like this?

I don't like you wearing
your mother's dress.

It's not good for your well-being.

- My well-being?

If you were so concerned
about my well-being,

why'd you bring her here?

- Alison.

- Pieter, I think I should leave.

- No, you will stay.
- It's practically

the anniversary of mother's death,

of my mother's death.
- Stop it. That's enough.

And that's enough of that, too!

- Okay. Okay, you don't want
me to think about mother.

You don't want me to
wear mother's dresses.

I won't.

That's what you're concerned about?

That's really the right
thing to be concerned about.

- [Pieter] Alison (speaks in German)

- (speaks in German) I'm an American!

- What's happened to you, Alison?

- [Alison] You think it's so
awful to wear mother's dress?

Well, I won't wear it anymore.

I won't wear it at all.
- Stop it!

- No! Get away!
- Alison!

No! (sobs)

(Alison exclaims)
(dishes clattering)

- I'm sorry.

I'm terribly sorry.

(Alison sobbing)
Alison! Alison!

Please.
(glass shatters)

Alison! Please!
(Alison yelling)

Please, listen to me. Please.

Stop it! Listen to me.
- Leave me alone.

- Alison!
- No!

I don't wanna take off my mother's dress.

I don't wanna do it!

(man whistling)

(man groaning)

(elevator dings)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(Julie gasping)

- Gilbert.

Gilbert, what are you --?
What are you doing here?

- I've been working on the boiler.

I told you yesterday, remember?

(ominous music)
- Oh, the boiler.

- You probably, uh, forgot.

- Oh.
- I had to clean it out,

changed a couple of valves.

Sometimes, you make a couple of changes,

you're as good as new.

- Well, isn't the boiler downstairs?

- Right.

- I wanted to see where you worked.

I think about you sometimes.

You're the only one in that
therapy group I can stand.

- I'm going to be leaving the group soon.

- (chuckles) Figures.

Why?

Is it what's going on
between you and Dr. Fates?

Hey, you think I'm dumb?

You two hadn't taken your
eyes off of each other

the whole six months you've been there.

- I don't think this elevator's moving.

- It's not.

- Are we stuck in here?

(Gilbert snickers)

- You're really the
nervous type, aren't you?

Relax, I'm a maintenance man.

I'll fix it.

(Julie breaths deeply)

(elevator dinging)

(sirens wailing in distance)

- Dear Julie...

(Doug sighs)

(phone ringing)

- [Julie V.O.] This is Julie Caffrey.

No one is home now, but
if you'll leave a number,

I'll call you back as soon as I can.

(answering machine beeps)

- Uh, it's Doug. Um...

I just wanna make sure you were safe.

(ominous music)

(car door opens)
(car door slams)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

(siren wailing in distance)

(Julie moaning)

(ominous music)

(Julie moaning)

(Julie moaning)

- Hey, what the hell you doing down there?

(dramatic music)

You son of a bitch.

I'll fix your ass about
the peepin' tomin'.

We don't need any of
that shit around here.

Get back here!

I'm gonna see what's
the hell wrong with you!

Dammit. Son of a bitch.

I'm tired of that shit. I'm tired.

I don't want any of that shit around here.

Hey, come back here!

Fixin' to beat your
fucking head with this bat!

(bat clanking)

Get back here!

Come here, come here!

I'll get your ass, I'll
ring your fucking neck.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

Come on!

Come on, get back here.

I'll fix your ass.

(ominous music)

- I think you shouldn't mention
the murder to the group.

(siren wailing in distance)

(ominous music)

(footsteps approaching)

You're still up?

Couldn't sleep myself.

We dressed you like that

when you were eight years old.

You remember that?

You haven't kissed me
goodnight for a long time.

(door slams)

(siren wailing in distance)

(ominous music)
(birds chirping)

(scissors snipping)

(jets whirring)
(water splashing)

(suspenseful music)
(Rosemary gasps)

(Rosemary screaming)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

- There is always a first time.

- Well, it really bothers me,
we come all the way out here,

drove here an hour,

and then sit around for
nothing, just waiting.

- Well, they might get here. We're here.

- Where is everybody?

(phone rings)

- Dear Julie.

- I want to speak to
Julie Caffrey, please.

- Julie, it's for you.

- We hardly had a session.

- I'm waiting for the police.

The letter's going into
the column tonight.

(sighs) I'm sorry, Pieter.
I just forgot to call.

You know, I won't be reachable later,

except through this special number.

- Give it to me.

- Well, it'll be in the newspaper tonight.

(melancholy music)
- I see.

- Bye-bye.

(Julie sighs)

(intercom buzzes)

- Yes?
- No one answers

at Rosemary Boil's shop, Dr. Fates,

and the bartender where Pat works

said she hasn't been in in two nights.

- Why don't you go home, Clara?

- [Clara] Well, I wouldn't mind,

because my sister's in the -- (hangs up)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(footsteps thumping)

(birds chirping)

- [Pieter] Where are you going?

- [Alison] Out.

- Where do you go when
you go out at night?

Alison?

- I ride around, like a lot of people.

- I wasn't able to find
my gun for several days.

Do you know where it is?

- What do you need it for?

- [Pieter] You know where it is.

- Do you want to kill me?

You don't need a gun to kill me,

'cause you're killing me anyway.

- Alison.

I found these on the floor.

You wrote the letters, didn't you?

Letters like that are dangerous.

Alison, one of my
patients has been killed.

- You think I killed one of your patients?

- Alison.

- You blame me for killing
one of your patients?

- Please, Alison.
- You don't even know me.

I'm your own daughter and
you don't even know me.

- Wait.
- I hate you.

Oh, I really, really hate you.

- Alison.
(dramatic music)

Alison.

I have to talk to you.

- Go away.

- Alison.
- Go away. Call the police.

I don't care. I don't care what you do.

God, I just wanna be dead.

(engine starting)

- What are you doing?

You don't run a car in a closed garage.

- What do you care?

You were never interested in me.

(engine revving)
- Alison!

- Your family was never important to you.

- My family is everything to me.

Darling, cut the motor off.

- You let mother die,
now you're killing me.

- Mother died of cancer,
darling, you know that.

- She died because you
were never there for her,

like you're never there for me.

- Cut the motor off.

- They're all you care about.
(engine revving)

- [Pieter] Alison, cut the motor off!

- Why weren't you there for her?

- [Pieter] Please cut
off the motor, darling.

- (coughs) You're with your
patients, holding their hands,

listening to them.

- [Pieter] We will talk,

but cut the motor off!
- You were even listening

to them the night that mommy died.

- [Pieter] Ali, darling!

- You could have saved
her, but you didn't care,

you didn't care.

- I did care.

- Just words.

(engine revving)

(door crashing)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

- [Pieter] Ali! Ali, darling!

- Doug. (chuckles)

- Caught me with my pants down.

- (chuckles) This is Lieutenant Donahue.

- I'm Jake Bend, how you doing?

- Yeah.
- Heard a lot about you.

- Yeah? Hope it was all good. (laughs)

- Howdy

- Julie says you're gonna
be staying with her, huh?

- Yeah, I'm doing some
wallpapering, you know,

and so I thought I'd hang around,

in case anything happened.

- Oh, nothing's gonna happen.

She's safer here than she'd be at home.

- You understand we're not
trying to capture this guy,

we just wanna get a chance
to talk to him is all.

- Let me show you what we did.

Now, we switched this second button here

for that special number
published in the call.

- Aren't you gonna bring
in a separate line?

- The same thing.

Nobody's gonna know where it rings.

And we'll be taping everything
over at the department.

But we'll only come on the line

if you hit that last button.

- Okay.

- This guy's not gonna call. (laughs)

- [Jake] Well, uh, the
little lady's good enough

to give us her time and we're
gonna try to help her out.

- You ever done any
wallpapering, Lieutenant?

- Doug, stop it.

- (chuckles) No.

(phone ringing)

Here.

- Hello.

- [Woman] Phone company
checking the line, 255-2835.

- Thank you.

Huh.

- We're in business.

Now, that's it.

Now, look, if your pen pal calls,

hit that button as fast as you can

so we can throw a trace on him.

Okay?
- Okay.

- Thank you.
- Hey, thank you.

- Okay.

(Doug sighs)
(ominous music)

(gun fires)

(siren wailing in distance)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?
- Is this Dear Julie?

- Yes. Who is this calling?

- [Man] Never mind who it
IS. I read your column.

Where the hell do you get
off, giving people advice?

You think you're some kind of pimp,

fucking god or something,
you're no psychiatrist.

You probably need a psychiatrist yourself.

- Why did you call this number?

- I'm telling you I think
you're full of shit.

- Nobody can say I don't have

an interesting group of readers, huh?

- You know what I think?
- What?

- I think every nut in
the city's gonna call you,

except the one you want.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hi, this is Alison.

- Alison Fates?
- Yeah.

Um, there's something I
wanna talk to you about.

- [Julie] Sure.

- I called your apartment, and, uh,

I remembered about this number,

so, uh, I bought this newspaper.

- Alison, is your father with you?

- [Alison] No.

- Well, what is it you
want to talk to me about?

(ominous music)

- Well, not over the phone.

Can I come see you?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, that's okay, Alison.

I'm at the office, you know.

- I really wanna talk to you.

- Hey, come on, gimme a break, will you?

- Excuse me, is Donahue upstairs?

- They were down in the morgue.

Ed, where's Lou and Jake?

Think he's down in the morgue with Jensen.

- Thank you.

(door knocking)

I was here other day with two detectives.

- Oh, yeah. I remember you.

- I was told they're here.

- Well, gee, I haven't seen 'em.

- It's because, um,

two more of my patients are missing.

- Well, I'll show you what I got on ice.

Yep, it's the last one.

Know her?

- No.

(buzzer buzzing)

(ominous music)

- Hi.

- Are you alone here?

- No.

My husband is in the back.

- [Alison] I bet you thought I was crazy.

- About last night?

No, I told your father I
thought it was too early

for us to meet last night.

- No, not about last night.

- Oh my God, Alison,

you wrote those letters.
(suspenseful music)

Doug.

- That's amazing.

- Why did you do it? Were they jokes?

- Jokes? I meant them.

- Yeah, but did you do it?

That's the question. Did you do it?

- [Julie] Alison, did you murder anybody?

- Oh, I could.

I could.

(gun cocks)
(phone ringing)

- Julie?

It's Pieter. Where are you?

Where is the number I'm calling?

You're at the office, aren't you?

- Yes. Yes.

- [Pieter] Is someone with you?

- Alison.

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

(buzzer buzzing)

(buzzer buzzing)

- Julie?

(light switch clicks)
(ominous music)

Alison?
(gun fires)

My God!
(suspenseful music)

What are you doing?

Alison!

Darling, listen to me!

Please!

Let me talk to you.

(gun fires)
(glass shatters)

Alison! Please let me talk to you.

Please!

All right, darling. You're right.

I won't look at you if
you don't want me to.

But please.

Please let me talk to you.

Alison?

- Talk to me!
(gun fires)

(phones ringing)

(phone clicks)
Alison?

You haven't done anything
to Julie, have you?

(heavy breathing)

Don't hurt her.

Please don't hurt her.

I didn't want her to take mommy's place

or your place.

You're my flesh and blood.

I could never love anyone

the way I love you.

Do you hear me, darling?

Can you hear me?

- You make me sick!

(suspenseful music)

- Who's that?

(Alison grunting)

- [Donahue] Did he recognize her?

- Well, he said he
didn't, but I don't know,

I had a funny feeling he was lying.

And it wasn't a knife job, either,

those wounds were made by
a long pair of scissors.

- No shit?
- Yeah, just like hers.

And they found traces of
paste in the punctures.

- Paste?

- Yeah, you know, water-based paste,

the kind they use to hang wallpaper with?

- Sweet Jesus.
- Come on!

(ominous music)

(gun fires)
(objects clattering)

(Doug panting)

(women grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(gun fires)
(objects crashing)

(sirens wailing)

- Who the hell are you?

- You don't know my face, do you?

Your group didn't, either,

but you know everything
else about me, don't you?

Don't you?

You dissected me like a worm, all of you!

Every Tuesday and Thursday, right?

Tuesdays and Thursdays, you slice me up,

you and your disgusting little group!

(doors clattering)

- Kick the damn thing
in! Kick it, kick it!

Get your ass over here!
- Come on. Come open the door!

- Come on, buddy! On the double!

Open the goddamn door!

- You took my wife away from me!

You made her think I was nothing!

(guns clicking)

- Julie's husband.
(suspenseful music)

(glass shattering)

- You are nothing!

You took my wife away from me!

I'll kill you! You're nothing!

- Oh my God! Don't do that!

- What gave you the right?

- Don't!
- No!

- I'll kill you!!
- NO!

- Don't! No, don't!

No!
- Stop!

- [Doug] I'll kill you!

- Oh, God! No.

(Alison sobbing)

- Daddy!

Daddy! Oh my God. (babbles)

(dramatic music)

(women sobbing)

(funky wah-wah music)