All language subtitles for In.the.Cold.of.the.Night.1990.1080p.BluRay.x264-GAZER-English

All right, ladies.

- Here we go.
- I love the clothes.

Get ready.

Everything's set?

Yeah.

♪ Never know how much I love you ♪

♪ Never know how much I care ♪

♪ When you put your arms around me ♪

♪ I get a fever that's so hard to bear ♪

♪ You give me fever ♪

♪ When you kiss me, fever
when you hold me tight ♪

♪ Fever in the morning ♪

♪ Fever all through the night ♪

♪ Sun lights up the daytime ♪

♪ Moon lights up the night ♪

♪ I light up when you call my name ♪

♪ And you know I'm
gonna treat you right ♪

♪ You give me fever ♪

♪ When you kiss me, fever
when you hold me tight ♪

♪ Fever in the morning ♪

♪ Fever all through the night ♪

♪ Everybody's got the fever ♪

♪ That is something you all know ♪

♪ Fever isn't such a new thing ♪

♪ Fever started long ago ♪

- Bye, Scott.
- Bye, Scott, thanks.

- Until morning.
- Bye, you guys.

- So, what'd you think?

- I think you're even
sexier with your clothes on.

- Does that mean I could spend the night?

- Only if you promise to
respect me in the morning,

- I promise to be horny in the morning.

- Works for me.

- Oh God, this is good.

- Mm, Lena.

Heard any good screw jokes lately?

- Oh God, Scott. Not now.

- Come on.

How many feminists does it
take to screw in a light bulb?

- How many?

- Three.

One to screw in the bulb,

and two to discuss the
violation of the socket.

- That sucks.
- I know.

How may pessimists does it take

to screw in a light bulb?

You're devastating.

- You ain't seen nothing yet.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Lena, I'm wasted.

I gotta get some sleep.

- Sleep is for wimps.
- Oh.

Scott!

Scott!

Oh Scott!

Scott!

Scott!

Scott!

You tried to strangle me.

Your hand was around my throat, Scott.

I couldn't breathe,

but I almost came.

Hey, don't worry.

I've inspired dirty dreams before.

♪ I know what you are ♪

♪ That much I know ♪

- You've already done 200.

Jeez, relax.

- Shut up and eat your pizza.

God, you look like shit.

- Yeah, I didn't sleep last night.

- She snored, huh?

- Bad dream.

- Yeah, it's always a nightmare

when they wanna talk afterwards.

- I saw myself kill a woman.

- Yeah? It was probably
your future ex-wife.

- Hey, give me a break.

- Okay. Okay.

- It wasn't like a dream, you know, man?

It was too real.

I was walking down this
hallway in somebody's house,

this girl's taking a shower,

I open the shower door
and I start strangling her.

- So you had a nightmare.
- What's the big deal?

- The big deal is that when I woke up,

I was actually choking
the girl next to me.

- Jesus.

- What happened?
- She was all right.

Did a cold shower and
never went back to sleep.

- You at least got laid, didn't ya?

What's that got to do with it?

- Everything.

You were beat, your mind
was playing games with you.

That's all it was.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- Scotty.

You ever have a secret desire

to make it with your mother?

Oh, thanks.

Oh!

- Well there are all
kinds of explanations

for recurring dreams.

I'm not gonna come up with something

off the top of my head.

- How rational are they?

- Well, you have to
understand that we're dealing

with a subject which there
are not many rational answers.

- I was thinking, I had
a motorcycle accident

a while back, bad one, no helmet.

And I spent a little
time in intensive care.

Could this be some kind
of a post-trauma thing?

- It's a possibility.

You ever have nightmares?

- Just the usual kind, you know,

falling, childhood
monsters, things like that.

- Plus all the dreams you've forgotten.

- Not these dreams, Doctor.

You don't forget these dreams.

- Okay, the centrepiece
for your dreams is a woman.

The same woman.

The method of murder is different, right?

- Right.

Do you recognise the woman?

- Not consciously.

- Do you see yourself in the dream?

- I don't think so.
- Then why do you think

you're doing the killing?

- I don't see it, I feel it.

It's hard to explain.

Um, I feel myself
walking down that hallway.

I feel myself in the body,

moving into the bathroom.

No, I'm the one who's
doing those murders.

I woke up and I was actually
choking the woman next to me.

- Well, that could be
a simple reflex action.

See, dreams that generate
this kind of powerful emotion,

occasionally will manifest themselves

with equally strong kinetic activity.

Tell me about the other dream.

- Oh, it was a knife.

Jagged edge.

I saw my hand-

- Or somebody's hand.
- But it felt like,

I felt like it was me doing the stabbing.

- Did it give you pleasure?

- No, it scared me.

I, the woman's scream woke me up.

- So the dream frightens you.

You don't associate
the murder with pleasure.

I wouldn't worry about it.

There's no way that I'm gonna interpret

that you're harbouring some

bizarre homicidal tendencies
in your subconscious.

It could be something very complicated

or something as simple as stress.

Any case, I'm glad you
decided to talk to somebody.

- What about a CAT scan?

- Well, CAT scans are for people

with serious brain problems.

What you need is a good night's sleep.

Don't deliberately try to stay awake.

Don't shy away from the dream.

Chances are you may
not even have it again,

but if you do, don't
fight the damn thing,

try to make peace with it.

- How's the Boston Strangler tonight?

You're not thrilled to see me?

- Not a good day. What's up?

- You're out of salami,

your Jack cheese is growing green fur,

you got no lettuce,

and you need mayo and tomato.

- I'm glad you're enjoying your dinner.

- Where you been all evening?

Hot date or something?

- Right.
- Why didn't ya bring her home?

- I was with a shrink, Phil.

- I hear they're give good head.

- Do me a favor pal-

- Shut up and get the fuck outta here.

- Just shut up,

and, ah, spend the night here, okay?

- Okay.

- So this dream thing's
really got you paranoid.

- I'm just curious.

The shrink couldn't help me out.

I've gotta draw my own conclusions.

- Which are?

- Maybe I'm not just dreaming.

- Okay.

- Maybe that girl really exists.

I checked newspaper
articles going back three years.

No pictures, no mention of a
girl like her being murdered.

- Okay.

- So that rules out my being influenced

by something that I've seen or read.

- With the exception of "Friday the 13th"

"Jagged Edge" and about 500 other movies.

- No, no.

This dream is too consistent in detail.

Everything.

Same house, same furniture, same girl.

Only the murders are different.

- So hit me with a heavy stuff.

- What if there's this killer,

real killer out there?

Who's thinking about
planning to kill that girl.

What if I'm somehow
intercepting his thoughts?

- I think you and Brian De
Palma should get together.

You're one useless human machine.

- Fuck you.

- I now leave you alone to the misery

of your feeble body,

and your victory over
your worst nightmare.

- You know, for an ape,

you can be quite poetic sometimes.

- Oh, well thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Anytime you got a bad
dream, give me a call.

They don't call me the
head doctor for nothing.

- Kim, will you hold those messages?

Here.

I don't wanna see anybody yet.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

- How are we?
- Fine.

- Louie, you guys look great.

- Ya' all ready?
- Yeah.

- Good. Hey, Paul?

- Yeah, hi, Scott.
- How long we got?

- Five minutes.
- Four.

- Four minutes.
- Four minutes, beautiful.

Tiffany, will you put this stuff away?

Thanks.

How are you lovely things?

You guys look great.

Okay, nice, nice.

Come on, there you go.

You got it. Good, good, good.

Okay, now, there you go.

Right, yeah. Another one, another one.

Good, good, good, good, good.

No, no, sweetheart,
that's not what I need.

Okay, look, what I want you to do

is I want you to turn, right.

Now bring your face back.

That's right. Good.

That's nice.

- Come on, Scott?
- What are you waiting for?

Come on.

What are you waiting for?

Come on, Scott. What are you waiting for?

- What's wrong with him?
- Click it.

- Come on, Scott.
- What are you waiting for?

- What's wrong with him?
- Come on, Scott.

- What are you waiting for?
- What's wrong with him.

- Click it.
- Come on, Scott.

- Come on, Scott.
- What's wrong with him?

- What are you waiting for?
- Come on, Scott.

- What are you waiting for?
- What's wrong with him?

- What are you waiting for?
- Click it.

- Come on, Scott.
- What's wrong with him?

- Click it.
- Come on, Scott.

- What are you waiting for?
- What's wrong with him?

- Click it.
- What are you waiting for?

- What's wrong with him?
- Come on, Scott.

- What's happened to you, sweetheart?

- Hey Scott, you blacked out.

Are you doing drugs?

- Give him a break, you
guys. He's had a hard day.

- How about a cup of tea?
- Don't fucking touch me.

Just stay away! Just stay away!

- What is wrong with him?
- What's wrong?

- Yeah, just take your fucking
clothes and get outta here!

- Oh my God.
- Jeez.

You're out of your mind.

- What is wrong with you?
- What's the matter with you?

What is the matter with you, Scott?

Yeah, what is your problem?

- There's nothing here, Scott.

It's normal.

- So what are you saying?

I'm going nuts?

- Of course not.

A few nightmares never killed anybody.

- I was wide awake.

I was in that house.

It's no longer a nightmare.

- Maybe these things are
hallucinatory extensions

of your dreams.

Maybe you're experiencing
some post-traumatic reaction

to your accident.

Maybe you oughta take a vacation.

- Take two Valium and
call me in the morning.

- What I am gonna do is to give you

a mild muscle relaxant.

Just don't overdo it.

Take the normal dosage
for a couple of days.

You can call me if there's any problem,

Side effects.

Call me anyway.

- Yeah, cancel that one too.

Right, I know, I know.

I'll never work in this town again.

Bullshit.

Wednesday, the beer stuff?

Well postpone that.

Well, if they don't
go for it, just cancel.

I don't give a fuck
what you tell 'em, just,

you know, you get paid to lie.

Well between herpes and dead grandmother,

I'm sure you're gonna
come up with something.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

Look at me.

- I'm looking.

- Do I look crazy to you?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

- Hey?

You got a quarter?

Hey.

Fucking-a, man.

- Which one?
- Pepperoni.

- I like the pineapple.

- Pineapple's no good.

I warned ya, man.

Pineapple give you the shits.

- Gotta make it work.
- Hey, hey,

can I talk to you guys for a minute?

- Yeah, what's up, man?

- I'm sorry to bother you, but this...

You know this girl?

- No, why?

- That's a hand painted shirt.

So?

- Where'd you get it?

- Hey, going somewhere, pal?

Look out, look out!

You ain't gonna shoot me, are you man?

- You crazy, cocksucker.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

- You ain't a cop?

- You dumb fuck, I'm not a cop.

What'd you do?

You stole his, didn't you?

- None of your fucking business.

Hey, I said, I wouldn't shoot you.

I didn't say I wouldn't break your neck.

Okay. Okay.

I stole it.

I stole 20 more of 'em too, so what?

So what are you gonna do about it?

- I get this and you get this,

and then you tell me exactly
where you stole it from.

- And what if I don't, huh?

- Then I will break your neck.

♪ I don't want nobody ♪

♪ Telling me what to do ♪

♪ Well they might get beside themself ♪

♪ And I don't go for that ♪

- Great place you got here.

Yeah.

How can I help you?

- Well, I was wondering,

do you have any more of these?

♪ And I'll tend to mine ♪

- No, I'm sorry, that's hand painted.

One of a kind.

♪ Telling me what to do ♪

It's just so, he's really into music.

- Damn, I wanted another one.

I really liked the artwork.

Thank you.

- Oh, you did this?

It's a beautiful girl.

Is, um, is she a model?

- Why?

- I'm a fashion photographer.

This girl has a very unique quality,

and I thought, you know,
maybe she's in the business.

- I wouldn't really know.

- But you painted her.

- Now look, my man, I
paint a lot of different things.

Mostly from memory. I don't use models.

Now this girl you're trying to find.

I, jeez, I might have seen
her months or even years ago.

I might have seen her
picture in a magazine.

Maybe even had a dream about her.

- You saw her in a dream?

- Now look, I don't know where I saw her.

Let's just say I invented her

and then we'll leave it at that, okay?

- Can I ask you another question?

- Sure, why not? That's all
you've done since you walked up.

- Have you had any
kind of odd dreams lately?

You know, different than usual?

- My dreams are all exactly the same.

Dull colors.

Are you finished now, Dr. Freud?

- So you wouldn't know this girl's name?

- Or her address or her astrological sign

or anything else.

I suggest you find
somebody else to obsess on.

- Well, my studio is pretty nearby here.

If you do happen to
remember anything about her,

would you at least give me a call?

- Oh, I didn't bring
any wine or anything.

- Well wine I got. Come on in.

- Look at that.

- You okay?
- I think so.

I'm just surprised you
invited me to dinner.

- Why?

- Because I'm a one night kind of girl,

I usually get invited to
dinner before, not after.

- Well with me, it's different.

Come on, sit down.

Tonight, we got to Greece.

First stop, the Island of Corfu,

where the chef recommends peasant salad

and vine leaves stuffed with rice.

Calamari.

Ouzo.

- The sights and smells
of the Mediterranean.

Mm.

- I got a little something for ya.

- Designer condoms, right?

Lena, it wouldn't kill you

just to be a tiny bit romantic.

Come on, open it.

Put it on.

- It's beautiful.

But why?

- I just felt terrible
about the other night,

and I wanted to do
something to make it up to you.

- Scott, you didn't have to do that.

I was yours for the taking.

Thank you.

Really.

Oh, shit.

That was breakfast. I gotta go.

- What time is it?
- 7:30

Time to you make a living?

Listen, next time dinner's on me.

If there's no next time,
thanks, it was great.

Bye.

Stop!

- Are you Scott Bruin?

Well, are you Scott Bruin?

- Yes.

- My name is Kimberly Shawn.

And I want you to tell
the man who hired you

that he's wasting his money

because we're through

and he's never going to see me again.

It's over.

It's been over for a year

and hiring two-bit private Dick's

won't do him any good.

You tell him that for me.

All right?

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Keep your hands off me.

- I'm sorry.

But it isn't like you think.

- Just give him my message.

- Who?

- Is he also paying you to act stupid?

- No, no, nobody's
paying me for anything.

I'm not, I'm not a private investigator.

- Right.

- I'm telling you the
truth. I'm a photographer.

Really, look.

If, if you just come in,
I could prove it to ya.

- Is it safe to come in?

- Oh, I was just trying to take a shower

when you showed up.

- Leave the door open.

All right.

Let's say you are a photographer.

Why are you trying to find me?

- I'm not.

I mean, I wasn't, I...

Okay, I bought a T-shirt
that had your face on it

and I thought you
had an interesting look.

I'm a fashion photographer.

And I asked the guy who
painted it, who you were?

And he told me that you didn't exist.

- Rudy knows my ex-husband.

He was just being protective.

- So I'm not the bad guy anymore?

- Is it safe to leave my bike outside?

- No, not in this neighborhood.

- Be right back.

Got any coffee?

That's your third one.

You drink too much coffee.

- I didn't sleep too well.

- Not that it's any of my business,

but you're a nervous wreck.

- Thank you.

Can I buy you dinner?

- I've got plans.
- Lunch?

- Meeting a friend.
- How about an ice cream?

- What time is it?

- It's a few minutes before 11.

- Out of the question.

- So what's what the accent?

- What accent?

Brazilian father.

I grew up in Rio and by
the time Mother claimed me,

I was 17.

Then I married a Frenchman,

that didn't do much for my accent either.

- So how long were you married?

- Three weeks.

- That's not very long.

- Three weeks with a Frenchman,

as close as you can get to an eternity.

- From honeymoon to divorce, huh?

- From Monte Carlo to Paris,

and from gambling to solicitors.

- So did you love him?

- I was sexually
attached to him for awhile.

- Sexual attachments don't last long.

If he's still chasing
you, he's still in love.

- We always fall in love
with what we don't have

or can't have.

So what are we doing for lunch?

- I thought you were meeting a friend.

- It's a big restaurant.

- I think you're going to like
the smoked chicken salad,

and the champagne
grapes are simply delicious.

- Great.

- What do you think of Kimberly, Scott?

- What do I think of Kimberly?

Interesting question.

- Well, I mean, she's
a very beautiful girl.

- Isn't she?
- Mother.

- She took her father's
strong, Brazilian blood,

his temper and his mischief.

- 20 years later and
she's still bitter with Father.

- Well, some feelings
just don't wash away.

Are you enjoying the champagne grapes?

- Simply delicious.

- How did you two meet?

- I ran into him this morning.

He was half naked.

Really? How embarrassing.

- Well, he was.

I got him out of the shower.

I thought he was
working for Mr. Wonderful.

- Oh, I think he's too nice a young man

to be working for your ex-husband.

- Jean Jacques is another person

who doesn't wear off
with time in Mother's mind.

- Nightmare.

Do you have bad dreams, Scott?

No, not usually.

- No, neither do I.

Of course, I don't sleep
very much anyway.

So, you got Scott out of the shower and?

- Let me make it simple
for you, Mrs. Shawn.

Last night, Kimberly
and I slept together.

No.

No, you didn't.

- It's all right, Mother.

It's only birds.

Mother has this thing about birds.

Why do I get the feeling

that your mother was upset?

- Probably because you
underestimate her sense of humour,

which happens to be very dry.

She got the joke.

- Do you like oldies?

- Sometimes.

- Why'd you go out with me?

- Because I was alone
and feeling miserable.

The thought of having lunch with Mother

just bored me to tears.

Plus, I had nothing better to do.

- Ouch.

- You're not gonna pout, are you?

- How about dinner?

- You asked before.

- Yeah, I know I already asked.

How about dinner?

- Still no.
- Somebody else.

Is it serious?

- You ask too many questions.

- Yeah, well you don't
volunteer much information.

- Drop me off over there.

- What?
- There.

The black BMW.

- What about your bike?

- Take care of it.

I'll pick it up later.

- When?
- Soon.

- I don't know, man.

The whole thing sounds pretty fishy.

- Well, how else do you explain it?

- I can't.

Very basic brain, beer damage.

But I do know things like this

just don't happen in real life.

Guy dreams of girl,

guy sees picture of girl's
face on stolen T-shirt,

guy tries to track girl down,

girl finds guy, guy loses girl.

- She left her bike.

- Big deal.

A witch never leaves
her broomstick behind.

- Nothing makes sense anymore.

And you know what?

I don't care.

It's open.

I knew you'd show up today.

After being so mysterious and complex,

it finally starting making sense to me.

You're almost predictable.

I figured you out just by
looking closely at this bike.

Chrome, black, power,

But not too much.

Enough to drive you off a cliff.

Dangerous, yet sleek and beautiful

at the same time.

I almost lost my head
on a bike like this once.

Spent five weeks in the hospital

It was a stupid accident.

I think of it as my own Vietnam.

Idiotic, senseless.

But to me it was heroic.

I always talk to people
about that accident

as if it was the only foolish

and brave thing I've ever done.

The first thing I said to myself,

when I got out of intensive care was,

"God, I'd love to go for a ride."

False sense of freedom,
no seat belts, no helmets.

Just you, the machine, the wind.

And you go faster and faster.

And it gets riskier and riskier

and it gives you a rush like nothing else

you've seen in this world,

but you wouldn't stop doing it no matter

how dangerous it got.

- If therapy's over, I'll
cook dinner for you now.

- Don't play games with me.

- I'm not playing games.

- I'm not a good loser.

- There's nothing to win or lose here.

- How about my sanity?

- You willing to take risks?

- What do you think?
- Then trust me.

The ride scare you?

- You always drive
straight to the bedroom?

- Only when I have to pee real bad.

Be right back.

- It's a pretty impressive house.

- Pretty boring too.

It's being sold for 12 million.

- Huh, you'll be rich.

- No, I won't. I'm just house sitting.

When the owner's sell, I'm outta here.

Wanna play Bocuse?

- I don't know the game.

- Bocuse, chef, South of
France, Nouvelle cuisine.

- You got any pizza in the freezer?

- Wanna taste it?

Like it?

- I love it. What is it?

- Maybe it's the sauce.

Maybe it's just the way I taste.

- Well, I'm not real good with puzzles.

Let's find out.

Oh.

- You haven't touched your pizza.

- You cook too well.

That's not all I do well.

- No?

- Mm, I paint.

And I...

Mm.

I think food is sexy.

Like it?

- Now that would make
great pizza topping.

Is pizza all you can think about?

- What about you, what do you like?

- Mm, carpaccio and Souffle Grand Marnier

and veal cooked with grapes

and coq au vin.

- Coq au vin?

Uh-huh.

- What exotic dishes
are we eating right now?

- Salad.

- Salad?

Mm-hmm.

- Plain ordinary salad?

- Mm-hmm.

- Bummer.

- I have a confession to make.

- What?

- I can't take you back.

I'm too tired.

- Is this a come on, Kimberly?

- You had a good time
with me today, didn't you?

- Yeah, I really did.

- I'm starting to like you, Scott.

A lot and I really love foreplay.

Is there any reason we have to rush this?

- Not that I can think of.

- Good. I'll sleep in my bedroom.

The rest of the place is yours.

- I'll clean up.
- Leave it for the maid.

- When does she come?

- Next week.

What took you so long?

- I thought you didn't wanna rush things?

- I lied.

- Oh, oh.

- What?

What, what is it?

So, what was that all about last night?

- Love.

- Come on, Scott.

I'm talking about your
sudden urge to kiss me

while I was sleeping so nicely.

- That's all it was, an urge.

I'd rather hear the truth.

- Truth is I had a
strange dream last night.

Some guy with a shotgun
came into your room

and blasted you.

- Did I bleed?
- A lot.

- Good. That means strong emotions.

Was it day or night?

- Does it matter?

- Sure.

Strong emotions.

Quiet subconscious.

Violence.

An unknown man in the dark, threat.

Was he French by any chance?

- He didn't speak.

- Well, I'm no dream expert,

but I bet all of those Jean
Jacques horror stories

affected you real bad.

- I never had bad dreams before.

- That makes you abnormal.

I've had horrible dreams until I was 16.

- Then what happened?

- I made love for the first time.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. What are you waiting for?

- That wasn't funny.

- You just have a rotten sense of humour.

- Oh yeah?

What's wrong with it.

- It's got a mind of its own.

When it's convenient
for you to laugh, it works.

When it's not convenient,
nothing's funny.

- Very impressive, Doctor.

We've known each other for 24 hours,

you've already analysed my dreams

and criticised my sense of humour.

- I wouldn't change you for anything.

- You wanna know something?

Okay.

Here it goes.

What I'm about to tell you,

is was one hell of an important thing.

It's not conjecture.

It's not a promise.

It's just what is right now, today.

At this moment, okay?

The thing is, I love you.

What did I say?

Kimberly?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, wait.

What's wrong?

- There's no way you can love
someone in such a short time.

- Okay.

Wrong choice of words.

How about this?

I think I'm falling in love with you.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.

- How do you know?
- I know me.

- Look, we're two consenting
adults having some fun.

That's all.

- If I offended you, I'm sorry.

I withdraw everything I said.

From now on, I'll just keep my mouth shut

and my feelings to myself.

- Hello?

Fine.

I'll call you later.

- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna ask any more questions.

- It'll be better that way.

♪ Love is a many splendored thing ♪

♪ It's the April rose that only
grows in the early Spring ♪

- Tired?

- Why?

- You almost fell asleep in my arms.

- Just had my eyes closed.

Things seem better that way.

- What were you seeing just now?

- Us in St. Thomas.

A villa far away from all this.

♪ Love ♪

- Well this isn't too shabby, you know?

- Yes, but the residue
of my life is here.

All I've ever done.

All I still have to do.

I like everything to be brand new.

Without a past.

- Just for you.
- Hey.

I thought we weren't gonna talk about

the past or the future.

- We can always talk,

just don't scare me with feelings.

I can't handle those.

♪ True love's a many splendored thing ♪

Scott.

Scott!

What are you doing?

Scott, stop!

No!

Wanna talk about it?

- Not right now.

- Come on, Scott.

What's going on here?

What's really bothering you?

Talk to me, dammit.

- I've just had a couple
of bad dreams lately.

That's all.

- We've all had our share of nightmares.

Don't let it get you down.

- Yeah, I'll be okay.

- I know you will.

- I'm gonna sleep out here tonight.

I don't wanna scare you anymore.

- Sleep with me.

It won't happen again.

It's all over.

- I'm gonna sleep in the tent.

Kimberly?

Kim.

Kimberly!

Kimberly!

- You look like you saw a ghost.

God, you scared the hell out of me.

- Yeah, I look horrible in the morning.

I thought you...

I thought you'd left.

- Just about to, why?

- I made you some breakfast.

- You can use some food.

- I gotta run.
- Wait.

What's the hurry?

- The house may be for free,

but nobody pays for my expenses.

I gotta work some time.

- All right, give me a lift.

Just be a minute.

- I'm having a few friends
over for dinner tonight.

Can you make it by seven?

- I'll be there.
- Great.

- Follow her. But not too close.

- A few friends for dinner, huh?

- I hate dull meals.

Does the owner know you're
throwing these little bashes?

- He couldn't care less.

So bored and unhappy
with all of his money,

he probably wouldn't get upset

if the place burned to the ground.

- Hi, Kim.
- I root for the guy.

Someone you know?

- Yeah, a friend.

You don't know her?

- I don't know everybody
who comes to my parties.

- Well, well.

My God, it's a small world.

- Elena.

Oh, this is Kimberly.

- Hi. Great place you've got.

Thank you.

- If you don't mind my saying so,

you're beautiful.

- Thanks again.

It's the makeup.

Scott, I've got to mingle.

Why didn't you keep Elena company?

Excuse me.

- Ooh.

She invite you?

- Oh, not personally.

Kind of a friend of a friend of a friend.

You know how parties are.

- Any chance of you remembering the name

of this mysterious friend?

- Well, let's see.

I've had three drinks.

- Mm.

- Give me another half hour,

I can come up with
all the names you want.

Is she your new flame?

- Well, I'm afraid it's
gone way beyond that.

- Ooh.

I hate to admit it, but you
make a great looking couple

- Hey Lena, you're a hell of a girl.

You know that?

- Oh, don't worry, Scott.

I don't talk.

- Why don't you let me help you to bed?

- Bed?

Hell no. Party's just heating up.

- Come on, Scott.

You need a good night's sleep.

- Right.

Like all the other good
night's sleep I've had lately.

Hey.

- Please, Scott.

I bruise easily.

- Bruise easy?

Get off your princess cloud, Kim.

I'm trying to spill my guts here.

I've told you some lies, my love.

The first time I saw your face,

it wasn't on any T-shirt.

It was in a nightmare.

I was trying to strangle
you to death, and

I told you you had an interesting face.

Another lie.

Your face is not interesting, Kim.

It's the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen in my life.

- Shh.
- I can't... Stop this.

- If I do, I might not have the guts

to finish what I have to say.

- Then don't finish.

I don't want to hear it.

- You gotta hear it.

- Why?

- Because I dream every
night that I'm killing you.

In the beginning, it
was just a nightmare.

Can't you see it?

It's come true, I mean,
I'm here in the same house,

scared I'm gonna hurt you.

Christ, I can't even
protect you from myself.

But because I love you so much

and because I'm such a fucking coward,

I can't just walk away!

Not see you again.

You got some secrets too.

Black BMW,

house in the hills.

And I got a feeling you're
more scared than me.

What are your nightmares, Kimberly?

- Well I need to tell you that I love you

but being terrified to say it.

Losing you when I want you
more than anything in this world.

It's pretending not to be jealous

when I see you with another woman.

I have lots of the nightmares, Scott.

You don't want to know them

because you're part
of them, and it hurts.

- I was looking for an aspirin yesterday,

and I found this in one of your drawers.

- I live alone here. I have to.

- I know.

I want you to do me a favour.

Put it under your pillow.

And If I ever try to hurt you again,

shoot me.

- Good morning.

- What year is this?

- Same year, new day.

You slept like a log.

Here.

Hangover medicine.

- Ew, juice from hell.

- It'll make you feel better.

And try to get some more sleep.

- Yeah, very funny.

With this black poison in me,

I'll be awake till I'm 40.

Where are you going?

- Work.

- Oh, new mysteries.

- No more mysteries.

Here's my number.

Call me if you need me.

- Well what the hell am I
supposed to do all alone

in this mortuary?

- Snoop around, watch some movies.

Get well.

See you later.

♪ There's a cold wind
blowing in the night ♪

♪ I see your face but
you're nowhere in sight ♪

♪ I wanna touch you
in the heat of the light ♪

♪ You're a cold wind blowing ♪

♪ Cold wind blowing ♪

♪ Ah ♪

- Oh yeah. Hi.

I was wondering, how much would it be

to have one of your planes
fly a personalised banner?

♪ There's no place you can hide ♪

Um, it's Pacific Coast
Highway near Malibu.

I don't know, something
short like, "I love you Kimberly."

Something like that.

Really?

♪ Cold wind ♪

♪ Cold wind ♪

- You can't do this to me.

- I wonder what Fadi is up to?

- Idiot!

A zero!

An incompetent!

- You don't understand,

I got no place left to go!

- Get out of here!

- It's like you're killing me, old man!

- Get out before I call the police!

You crazy bas...

"He hit hard."

Hey, he asked you first.

Yeah, but I got a gun.

- Hey, I'll rephrase that.

Yeah, who the hell are you
and why do you have a gun?

- I'm the owner.

- Bullshit, you're Mexican.

- I hate stereotypes.

Go ahead, make...

What's that line, T.C.?

Day.

Yeah.

Sterling Associates?

- Yeah, Kimberly Shawn, please.

I'm sorry.

Miss Shawn is out with a client.

Can I take a message?

- I'm supposed to
deliver some shoes to her.

Could you give me her address?

Sterling Associates. Can I help you?

- Yeah, Kimberly Shawn, please.

I'm sorry, she's still out.

Would you like to leave a message?

- No, no, no message.

I called before.

Thanks.

Sterling Associates.

- Yeah, is Kimberly Shawn back yet?

I'm sorry, she's not.

Maybe she's gone for the day.

- Okay. Thanks.

Kimberly Shawn. What a pleasant surprise.

- Scott.

This is Karen, my...
Oh, nice to meet you,

but I'm really in a hurry.

Can we please talk?

Come with me or I'll break your arm.

- I'm fine. I'll see you upstairs.

Just what the hell

do you think you're doing?

- Oh, don't mind me, Miss Shawn,

I'm just kidnapping you.

I need some answers and
I need 'em fucking quick!

- Answers to what?

- You keep acting stupid,

I'm gonna kick the shit
out of you, right here!

Here we are, Lovers Lane.

All's quiet.

Nobody can hear you.

Please, talk!

- You're crazy.

Totally insane.

- No, not quite yet.

Pretty close, but not quite yet.

Tada!

New in your neighborhood video store,

"Nightmare in Scott's Mind."

- Why are you telling me this?

- Because, dear one,

this disc has my nightmare on it.

No, let me rephrase that.

This disc is my nightmare.

Frame by stinking frame.

And guess where I found it?

In your house, in your screening room.

Now ain't that a coincidence?

- No, it's not.

I took it out of the vault
and put it there myself.

- This is some kind of game, isn't it?

Some sick mind fuck.

And you're part of it.

- If I ever try to hurt you again,

shoot me.

It's not a game, it's an experiment,

and we're both part of it,

but it went too far.

I had to stop it,

for your sake, for mine.

- Well, it's nice to
know I'm not going nuts.

Now I'd like to know who's behind it.

- You should be talking to Ken Strom.

- I intend to.

Where do I find him?

- You'd never make it alone. You need me.

- Like a hole in the head.

- Use me as a hostage.

Ken won't touch you as long
as he thinks I'm in danger.

- Why should he care?

- He's my lover.

Ken, ole' boy.

This is your pal, Scott Bruin.

Listen, asshole, I got
your girlfriend right here,

and I got a gun pointed
on her pretty head.

She and I are gonna pay a visit soon.

Clear some old bills,
you know what I mean?

- Yes, sir.

Everything's set.

- Yes.

No, let them through.

Make sure your men stay out of their way.

Yes, I'll be fine.

- Good evening, Ken.

Oh, don't get up.

We're all family here.

No need to get hung up on formalities.

- You won't use that.

- No, I won't.

But my finger has a mind of its own.

- What do you want?

- Even trade, your
girlfriend for my sanity.

- Let her go.

And then you can have what you want.

- Including your life?

Remember, Ken, I'm out of control,

a homicidal lunatic.

I'm your product, Ken,

and I'll bet you're real
proud of what I've become.

But tell me something.

Right now, deep down inside,

aren't you just a little bit scared?

- I'm gonna let you in
on a little secret, friend.

You're involved in a rather unethical

yet crucial experiment,

broad beyond any imagination.

One that will alter
the face of the world.

True, we did use you in a
very cruel and inhuman manner,

but there was no other way.

- I just love a man
who's ridden by guilt.

Why me?

- Because of all the good things you are.

Your psychological profile, perfect.

No emotional attachments and an accident.

You stayed five weeks in intensive care.

We obtained access to your brain.

CAT scans, EEG'S,

every chart and bit of
information available,

including the rather tempting fact

that you had four broken
teeth that needed replacement.

The ideal guinea pig.

You are the first recipient
of a micro receiver,

small enough to be implanted in a tooth,

yet potent enough to receive directly

through your brain, high frequency,

high definition television transmissions.

See?

No more hallucinations.

You trust me, I trust you.

True, we did some things
that might seem ethically wrong,

but it's worth a lot of money.

And we had a colossal Japanese investment

fall right into our laps
with proof that it works.

Mind-altering technology
has been the dream

of many principled people,
let alone governments.

Sometimes we must
sacrifice our own emotions

to the life of the venture.

- I paid a high price, myself.

Kimberly is precious to me.

- Me too.

She's a great lay.

- I assume by now that you've figured out

the rest of the story.

The guy on the bicycle, Dr. Frieberg,

Rudy, Mrs. Shawn.

They all work for us.

And all the other minor characters

and the props like the
mysterious black BMW

and the rented house in Malibu.

Now that you understand the scale

and the importance of this project,

take ordinary people, make them killers,

take those born violent, make them good.

Now that you understand
the meaning of real power,

let me suggest your options.

Worst case scenario, you shoot me,

my men storm the room,

they shoot you and Kimberly.

Best case scenario,

you get back your discs,

we give you a decent
cheque for your troubles,

and we put this thing to bed.

- You're so intelligent
and eloquent, Ken.

How could anyone resist
such a rational approach?

I'll tell you what, let me give you

my best case, worst case scenario

and see where that takes us.

Best case scenario,

I walk out of here with Kimberly.

I get to keep her.

I go public.

You go through some
heavy shit with some lawyers

and spend a few years in the pen.

Worst case scenario. I shoot Kimberly,

I shoot you.

Boom, it's a wrap.

- You wouldn't kill her.

- I will, Ken.

It's like you said,

"Sometimes we have to
sacrifice our own emotions

for the sake of the venture."

And if I can't have her,

I really don't care if she's dead.

Well, it's been nice socialising,

but I got a dentist appointment.

You tell your goons,

they make one wrong
move and no more Kimberly.

Oh and Ken, I'm not the crazy one here.

It's you, you are the
sickest motherfucker

I've ever met in my life.

Wherever you go,

I'll be there.

And Kimberly, be careful.

Remember, I love you very much.

Don't forget that.

Don't lose them.

Get the van ready.

You really do love him,
don't you, Kimberly?

I want you to stay close.

Make it look clean.

If you have to, sacrifice the girl.

- It's them.

- Hang on.

- Come on! Come on!

Oh my God!

- Okay, okay.

It's okay.

It's all over.

- It'll never be over.

He'll come after us.

He always gets what he wants.

- Maybe not this time.

Not if we're smart.

What are else are you
keeping in that vault?

- All the original tapes of the project,

all the files, names,

cancelled cheques, everything.

- That's our insurance.

- Can't go back to the house.

They're probably waiting.

I don't make good collateral anymore.

- Let's gamble.

How many cameras in the house?

- About five or six, I think.

- Then they'll know soon.

Shh.

Over there.

Come on.

What are you doing?

- I've got more bullets.

- Why?

- Because it had to be like this.

Because sooner or later
he would claim what's his.

You and I would never have any peace,

no matter how far we ran or where we hid.

Because I am a bad
dream and I betrayed you,

and you would never forget that.

Because he promised
that this way you'd be safe.

Because...

Take good care of her.

- I love you, Kim.

- We always love what we don't have

or can't have.

Goodbye, my love.