All language subtitles for Living in Peril (1997) DVD

#LIVING IN PERIL#

Hello?
- Walter? Martin Campbell,

Oh, hi Mr. Campbell.
- Walter. I'm nervous. Very nervous.

I don't like to be nervous. I want you
to reassure me that you can handle this,

and that we wont have the same problems
we had with that Wilson account.

Well Mr. Campbell, it's not my
fault we lost the Wilson account.

Those people had unreasonable demands.
- Yeah, they were a bunch of Jackasses,

you and I know that, but the other
partners dont see it that way.

I'm going out on a limb for
you, Waiter. You're a good boy,

but if you screw this one up, we're
gonna have to clear out your desk.

I understand that, Mr. Campbell.
- Just make the client happy.

The customer is always right.Remember that,
if he wants his goddamned toilet nailed

to the ceiling, you just say
"yes sir" and do it, no arguments.

Hey. I'll design this house
anyway the guy wants it. - Fine.

Good news is all I want to hear from
you, I dont want to have to start popping

those goddamned antacids
again. I'll talk to you later.

All right. Thanks for checking in.

It's eighty-one degrees in Hollywood,
near record heat in downtown LA.

This afternoon and certainly
triple digits in the valleys...

On a day like this the heat plus
hurry equals a lot of frustration

on Southern California freeways. Especially
when the car ahead overheats and stalls.

K.F.W.B's Ron Kilmore
reports from Glendale...

Can sum it up in one word...wheeeuuu!
It is really, really warm out here...

Hello - Hi. It's me - Hey, honey.
- I tried you before but your line was busy.

Yeah, I was on the phone with Campbell,
- Is there a problem?

No. I don't think I'd be on my way to LA.
for a month if there was. We'li be okay.

If know you're gonna do great.
Hey! I felt the baby move today!

Really? - Yeah! - I love you.
- Do not. - Do too.

You getting any sleep?
- Yeah, sure. Yeah.

You're having those nightmares again,
aren't you?- I can't hide anything from you.

You should of come down here with
me.- Naw, I got to face my demons

on my own, you know? - Well, I guess
that's part of the regeneration process.

Regeneration process?
That's a weird word.

Sounds like I'm gonna grow
an arm back or something.

Hello?
- Sorry. My fault. It's my...

Hello? -
Sorry! - What?

Hello? Hello, Walter?

Hey. Come on! I'm Sorry!
- What?

All right? Jezus!

What's going on?
- Nothing. Just a...

Walter?

Hello? Walter...

Walter, Walter... what's going on?

Walter?
- Damn it. You idiot!

Walter!
- I gotta call you back.

How am I driving? I'll tell you
how you're driving, you asshole!

Hey you bastard! What
the hell are you doing?

It's your own damn fault if you
dont watch where you're going!

Yeah, you could've killed me!
- Well isn't that just tough luck, dickhead!

Well, that's nice.
You know what? I'm calling the police!

Yeah? Well you do that and I'll
kill you. You little faggot!

Jezus! Hey! What the...?

North 1-5 before Stadium Way, a couple
of right lanes tied up around a wreck,

involving an overturned car, and
rubbemeckers are really crawling now

in both directions. And north on...
- Carnal Transporters? - Yeah. Hello.

I just had an unbelievable
experience with one of your drivers.

What happened? - Well he tried to
run me off the road! You know what?

I'm calling the police, okay, so just...
- Sir.

Can you just calm down and give me your
fuit name please? - okay...all right.

My name is Walter Woods.
- How do you spell that?

What do you mean, how do you spell that?

It's W...A...L...T...E...R...
W...O...O...D...S.

Phone number? - My phone
number? It's 2-1-3-5-7-6...

Hello there! Stranger!

Hello! Hello!

Hey! Up here!

Hello there. Can I help you?

I'm here to rent an apartment.
- You'll have to talk to the manager.

I'll come down and help you.

Hey, hey,
Jezus. Are you okay?

Sure, sure. I'm from East Berlin. I
practiced this jump during five years.

Then when I was ready to make my
escape, they've torn down the wall.

Dieter Krankbaum is my name.
- Walter Woods.

You're name Walter. You are
perhaps also coming from Germany?

No, I'm... coming from Seattle.
- Well then Wafter...

Welcome to paradise,

Now let's see if we can
get this little door open.

The manager wants it to stay locked
'cause there's so many strange characters

running around in this area.

So, are you here on business.
- Oh...yeah...

Perfect. I came here two years ago
to sell pieces of the Berlin Wall.

So you can do anything you
want in this crazy country.

I, myself, am going to
become a standup comedian.

You see, I plan to tell East
German jokes. Can you imagine.

Jokes that nobody has
heard for over forty years,

This, this one for
example... Hello Wilfred.

The name is William!
- How are you jay?

This is, Walter from Seattle,
he's new here so I helped him in.

Hello. - Maybe we should take a
look at his apartment.

Which apartment is...
- Dieter. I take over from here. Thank you.

All right, If you say so. It
was nice to meet you Walter.

And, if you need anything
else... - Dieter. Good-bye.

Okay Wilfred. See you later, boys.

Fucking Kraut.

So you're the architect from Seattle.
- Yeah. That's right.

Rent and deposit's fifteen hundred
dollars, you can write me a check

while I go get your key. Your
apartment's on the top floor.

Actually, this is my favorite
apartment in the whole building.

I decorated this one myself. Now you're
better off turning on the air-conditioning

instead of leaving the windows open this
time of year because the smog will be

so gawd-awful it'll stick in
your throat if you're not careful.

And for a guy like you
that's not from around here

... you could suffocate to death.

Thermostat.

Bedroom.

And, this thing here,
on-off-on-off-on-off.

Kitchen.
Gas, water. Hot, cold.

There's no pets allowed in here and there's
no music to be played after eleven p.m.

and you must keep the entrance
door downstairs locked at all times.

Could you do something about
this? - About what? - About this.

I'll tell you, the thing
about renting out apartments

is that the wear and tear on
things is just unbelievable.

So you say you're an architect?
- Yeah.

What kind of architect? - I'm here
to design a big home in Beverly Hills.

A big shot?
- No. But, maybe after this job.

Isn't that swell. I hope you can
take care of things by yourself,

cause I get hoards of
people pounding on my door

every time a god-damned
light bulb bums out.

Wha... what do they think
I'm suppose to do about it?

What about my freezer?
- I know, I know. Here.

Here are your keys on the
table. Have a good night.

Hello?
- Hey honey, it's me.

Hey. You there yet?
- Yeah, I just got here.

What happened before in the car?
- Some idiot tried to run me off the road.

Oh my god, did you call the police?
- No.

He had one of those 'how am I driving'
stickers so I just called and reported him.

Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Is that the doorbell?

Yeah. Janet's coming to stay for the night.
- Jezus. Hide the valuables.

Walter. - I'm sorry.
I know she's your friend, but...

You know, if you want Janet to
with you it's, it's fine with me,

I want you to be happy and comfortable.
- I know you do.

But she can't stay the whole month, though.
- No, course she can't.

I... I'm just trying to take this
one day at a time. - All right. Listen.

I got to go. - Yeah.
Me too. Bye. - Bye.

So what was that about?
- We've been married six months

and I keep trying to explain it to
him. But maybe I'm expecting too much.

Maybe... just because we're married doesn't
mean he has to feel everything I gothrough.

Linda? Al! right, he's a guy. And
you can't exactfy expect empathy.

But a little sympathy from
your husband isn't out of line.

I mean, Oliver almost
killed you. You don't just...

dismiss something like that.
- Maybe he just doesnt want to be

reminded that I was married before.
- I think you're right.

I mean, deep down, men all
want their woman to be virgins,

untouched by the world and other men.

Who's there?!

Hello?

Hello!

Jezus! Where did you come from?

I was up on the roof.
What were you doing?

Well, there was someone at my door.
- Really?

Yeah. Was it you? Did you want something?
- No.

Well, someone was there. Hey,
I heard someone outside here.

Just a minute!

I'm coming!

Housewarming. My, my.

Your apartment is
considerably larger than mine.

See, I always say, start the day with
a morning beer and a morning fuck;

Unfortunately, the morning fuck is
somewhat rare these days. Cheers, my friend.

Holy Schiesse, now this is an
interesting gadget. - That's my phone.

What? Did you cry over your drawings?

What the hell?

I don't mean to be rude, but
doesnt it smell like piss in here?

There's piss on my plans!
- Maybe it's rat piss.

Rat piss?
- Sure, they get in through the toilets.

We had a lot of trouble
with rats in East Berlin.

They used to snake their
way out of the toilets.

Well, this must have been a really
big rat. There's a lot of piss here.

Sure. They're toilet rats.
They can be as big as you like.

Well, well, what should I do about it?
- Buy yourself a pistol.

A pistol. - Sure, it's the only thing
that works on these damn rodents.

In Berlin, I had to sleep with a
shotgun under my pillow. - What?!?

If you're interested, I have a friend
who can get you a gun, right now,

without all that paperwork, and quite
cheaply too. I'll give you his number here,

so you can arrange for some...
heavy... duty... response.

Fritz.
- Yes, he's a character,

Fritz, but he'll get you what you need
in an hour. Just say hello from Dieter.

Oh, god, I gotta go!
- But we haven't finished our beers!

Yeah, yeah, I know. We'll
have to take a rain check.

There's no rain to check.
- No, no, I mean, we'll do it another time.

Of course, of course. Can I
just tell you one of my jokes?

This is really hilarious. My
grandfather, Klaus Krankbaum, always used

to tell me this joke as a little boy.
- Yeah. Right. Yeah.

All right my friend. You see there
was this man and his parrot, Reginald.

Hi
- Hi.

Allo, Katherine.
- I guess we must be neighbors.

We should get together some time.
- Sure.

Bye.- Good-bye.
Holy, holy.

I'd like to tie her up and show her my
bratwurst. But she'd be too expensive.

She's a...

I gotta go.
- See you.

Mr. Harrison?

Walter Woods. Sorry I'm late.

You know. I know we have a reputation
for being laid back here in L.A.

But I like it when people are on time.

I'm sorry, that canyon was
pretty confusing, I got lost.

Well I suggest you take some time and
look at a map so this doesn't happen again.

I have a very busy schedule, and
I do not like to be kept waiting.

I understand... it won't happen again.

Good. All right! Here we are.

What do you think?
- a little smoggy.

No, that's haze, it'll bum off by noon.
- It's beautiful.

It certainly is. So you can see why I want
to have the south wall built of glass...

so I can see all this.
- Glass? - Yeah, glass.

Well... that's not what
you said on the phone.

Yeah that's what I said on the phone,
absolutely I said that. -No. No you didn't.

Well, what do you got?

Here, here, put it over here.

Here.

What is this?

They seem a little blurry.
- A little blurry? I cant make anything out.

They, that ink's...
- Why did you bring these to me?

You know, something
spilled on them, and...

Well... these aren't going
to work. They gotta be redone.

Do you smell urine?
- What?

Urine. Stench. Goddamn
vagrants pissing on my property.

Listen, you know, now that I've seen the lot,
I got some ideas things I can incorporate,

I really think you're gonna like
'em. And I missed that wall anyway.

All right, well, I got to be at a
meeting in twenty minutes, so, look.

Why don't we meet for lunch tomorrow?
- Tomorrow? Yeah, that'll be fine.

All right. Good. Fine. Well, you walk
around and do whatever you'have to do

to gather your inspiration,
and I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.
- Ciao.

Hi!
- Hi.

It's hot today?
- Yeah. It was so cold this morning, it...

Well. That's L.A. for you.

See you later.
- Bye.

Yeah? - Hi. I was wondering
what I should do if it turns out

that I have, rats in my apartment.
- Rats?

Yeah. Do you have any...
rat poison or anything?

There aren't any goddamn rats in
this building. - Well, actually, there are.

This morning I woke up and
my plans were covered in piss.

So? - Well, I think a rat...
crawied out of the toilet...

and pissed on my plans.
- Out of the toilet?

Yeah. And, I mean, there
was a lot of urine, you know,

so I think it was, you
know, really big... rat.

Where in God's name did you get
such a goddamned idiotic idea?

Well... from that German guy. Dieter.

I knew it. I'm gonna give
you some sound advice.

And I advise you to take this advice.
Stay away from that goddamned German.

He's totally screwed up. He
stays up all night, he watches TV,

he gets funny ideas and he goes'
a bit nuts. You get my meaning?

Yeah. Well, if it, it wasn't,

rats, then, what was it?

How in the hell would I know?
- You're the apartment manager.

Don't you get smart with me, Woods.

Hello?
- Is this Mister Woods?

Yes. - This is Jack Robinson
from Carnal Transporters.

Yes? - You were involved
in an altercation yesterday

with one of our drivers.
- Yes. Ya...yes I was.

I just wanted to apologize
to you for what happened.

We've taken measures against this
particular driver. He's gonna be fired.

You fired him? - Yeah. We had
problems with him in the past, anyway.

So if you won't refer this matter to
the police, we'd be extremely grateful.

Well, I mean, yeah, sure, I mean,

that's more than what I had in mind.
- Thank you sir.

We are very grateful to you. Hey, have a
good day, now sir. Good-bye. - Okay. Bye.

Walter, you screw this one up and
we're gonna have to clean out your desk.

Just make the clients happy.

Jezus.
- Oh... Oh, big daddy!

Fuck you! FUCK YOU!

What is it?!
- There's rats! Big rats ail over my bed!

I thought I told you there
arent any goddamned rats

in my goddamned apartment building!
- Well, you tell it to the rats!

Jezus. Jezus, this
is just... disgusting!

What the hell have you
been doing in here, anyway?

What do you mean, what
have I been doing in here?!

Well, where the hell are they coming from?!
- The toilet.

They're crawling up
out of the toilet bowl.

Well, why don't you flush
the goddamned thing?!

What? Hey, there are a lot of rats left!
- I don't see any.

Well there were more this morning,
they must be hiding somewhere.

What you don't see won't hurt you.
- Well, that's very funny.

You know, I'm getting
goddamned sick of this apartment

and the way you're running it.
- Well I'll tell you what, Mister Woods.

Why dont you move?
- No! No, no, no.

That's not the way we solve things here.
I'm in the middle of a very important job,

I am not moving!
- Well, that's too bad.

Hey! Rats spread disease!

Do you hear me? I want
this taken care of.

And I want my air-conditioner
fixed. Do I make myself clear?

Hello!
- Hi, Walter. It's me.

Hi honey. How are ya?
- I didnt sleep for one minute last night.

Yeah? Well, what's the problem?
- I thought I saw Oliver at the supermarket,

and, then Janet couldn't stay over, and
so I just, didn't sleep for one minute.

You, know honey, this day has
started really badly for me...

Yeah, well, it started
really badly for me, too.

Look, you know honey, you've just got to
realize your ex-husband is a thing of the past.

How do you know that? He said he was going
kill me. - He doesnt know where you live,

and even if he did, society has laws
to protect us. - What do you mean?

Walter, the police can't do anything, you
know that, they cant do anything unless

he does something first.
- Of course they can,

that's what they're there for.
- Walter, you're so naive.

You're right. You know, I know
what you've been through and...

No, I'll dont think you do
know what I've been through!

I don't think you know what it's
like to live in this constant terror,

so that every time that t walk out
the door, or walk down the street

or go to the supermarket or the
doorbell rings, I'm in constant fear!

I don't think you do know
what that's like, Walter!

Linda? Linda!

Answer the phone

You've got to be kidding. Bastard.

City, Please. - Yeah, hello. I'd like the
number of the L.A.P.D., please.

Mr. Harrison.
- Yes.

I know I'm late again.

I'm sorry.
- Sit down Walter, please.

Is this some sort of character
flaw I should be aware of?

What do you mean?
- I mean is it going to continue to happen.

When you say you're gonna be done
in one week, it'll take two weeks,

something like that? Is this
something I should worry about? - No.

No! No, I,...,

a tittle bit of a late
start this morning.

When I, woke up, my bed...

was crawling in rats.
- Rats?

Yeah. Big rats. Big... huge, gigantic rats,
they were crawling up out of the toilet.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. My
name is Kevin, I'll be your waiter.

Would you like to hear the specials?

Could you give us five minutes?
- Sure.

Rats? Well,

Well, can I see what you brought for me?
- Let's see...

I think...
- Yes?

I feel a little...

I feel very diassapointed.

I feel very disappointed.

What seems to be the problem? - Walter,
I'm not building a cottage in the country.

I want this building to
shine in Beverly Hills.

I want people to drive by
and do double- takes. - Right.

This is not great,
Walter. It's... plain.

Maybe you dont understand what I'm
trying to say. I want greatness.

When you show me these drawings,
it should make me say GREAT!

WONDERFUL! FANTASTIC!
- Yeah.

This doesn't do that for me. When you
hear those words come out of my mouth,

then you're on the right track. Waiter.

I picked you out of all the
architects in your firm, for a reason.

It's because I thought your
ideas were most interesting.

Thank you.
- But I don't see that here.

Let me ask you honestly.
- Yeah, sure.

Have I made a mistake?
- No! Absolutely not.

Really. Should I go to another architect
at your firm for the job? - No. '

Mister Harrison, I got to tell you something.
I mean, you really have. - Yes?!

You have to live in that house.
And you should have what you want.

All right. I'll tell you what.
My wife's in Europe right now.

She's coming back on Saturday. It would be
nice to give her a presentation of detail.

By Saturday? Yeah, that's three
days, that should be, no problem.

All right, good. I'm sorry,
but I got to get going. - Okay.

Here are your plans.
- No, you can throw those out.

I'll call ya.

So... are you ready to hear the specials?
- Sure, Kevin. What do ya got?

Hi. I was just wondering if you moved
the furniture around in my apartment?

Or, or maybe, it was... the
rat... exterminator who was there.

Who are you?
- Excuse me?

Who are you!
- Who am I?

I want to make something
clear to you, Mister Woods.

I've been manager here for a hell of a
long time, I've never had ANY problems.

And I've had a lot of idiots staying
here, that goddamned German for example!

I've never had any problems!
Until you showed up!

I'm... just trying to find out if you
moved the furniture around in my apartment.

WHY! WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD I MOVE
AROUND YOUR GODDAMNED FURNITURE!!!

Yeah? - Mister Woods?
This is Officer Corson, L.A.P.D.

I'm calling about the man who broke
your car windows? - Yeah. Did you get him?

Yes we did. Did you see him
actually smash the windows? - No.

But I saw the truck pull away.
- Yes, you see,

that's a bit of a problem,
because he said he didn't do it.

Well he did! Why, else would he be
in front of my apartment building

in the middle of the night? Look.
This guy lost his job because of me.

Obviously trying to get back
at me. I don't think it's...

that difficult to figure it out.

Well, you could try to pursue
this, but there are no witnesses,

and frankly, not much of a case. - What?
So you don't think I should worry about it?!

No, I don't think he'd be
so stupid as to pursue this.

If you hear from him again, give us a call
and we can see what we can do. - All right.

You have a nice day, Mister Woods.
- Yeah.

You ruined my life.
- What?

Now it's my turn

You said he was wearing a mask?
- Yes. A weird mask. Leather, with a zipper.

An S. and M. mask?
- Yeah.

So..., you into that kinda thing?
- What?

S. and M.
- No. No! I'm not into that kind of stuff.

Why are you asking me that, I'm
not the one with the mask...?!

I was just thinking that if it was
someone you knew, that we might...

Well it is someone I know. I told you!

Well we talked to this
truck driver this morning.

He stayed with his mother the whole night.
- His Mother!? What?...

Ex... excuse me but
that is, it's bullshit!

His mother would say
anything to protect him. - Maybe.

The problem is we don't have any evidence
to show that anyone broke in here.

It's hard for us to do anything
when we have nothing to go by.

Well, what does this look like? Will you
tell me that? Does this look like nothing?!

Maybe you stubbed your toe against
something while you were under influence.

Under the influence? Wha...
what does that suppose to mean?

We're just trying to come up with
a couple of different theories.

Well you don't need to come up with any
theories! I'm being stalked by a madman

and it's you job to do something about it!
- Well you may know it was him,

but he was wearing a mask, so
theoretically it could've been anybody.

He also had an alibi.

Whose side are you on? Because the guy
wears a mask, he can break the law?!

Well why even have laws, then, if you
can't enforce them?! - We need evidence.

If we don't have an iron-clad
case, the D.A. won't touch it.

Then get some!! Send somebody
over here to dust for fingerprints!

We'll get somebody over here tomorrow.
- Tomorrow!?

Wha... what do I do if he comes back?

We're going to talk to him
again. If you're worried,

maybe you should stay with a friend tonight.
- No, no!

I've got work to do! This is where I work!
It's not my job to find a place to stay!

It's your job to protect me!!!
- I know how you must feel.

But I promise we're gonna
do everything that we can.

So just calm down, and
have a nice day. Okay?

Hey, Valter! - Yeah. - What? Have you
come down with the old cocktail flu again?

No. Listen, I... - Wha... what did
you do to your foot?

A man broke my toe.
- Holy Scheisse!

Yeah...
- Why? Who did it?!

I need to ask you... did you see or hear
anything unusual last night? - Here?

See or, or hear anything. Did you
see, a red truck out on the street?

A red truck...

No. I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone.

Did you call the police? I mean,
we can't have some crazy person

running around breaking
people's toes! Wait! Wait, wait.

I got my first standup
job, this evening.

Take care my man!

Excuse me! What are you doing?

I was gonna fix that
freezer door, remember?

What about that air conditioner
I asked you to fix. - Yeah, right,

What are you doing behind that post?

Just studying the
architecture. - Yeah, sure.

Wait a minute! What about my freezer!?
- Well, I thought it was the,

air-conditioner you wanted me to fix and
I... I didn't bring any tools for that

so I'll have to come back and,
do it another day. - No!

You should come back today, my
apartments a fucking oven, William!

Do you hear me?! You're
drilling a hole in my head!

You're drilling a hole in my head!!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to scare you.

What was all that yelling about?
- I was just having a fight

with that incompetent apartment manager.
- Good luck.

What... what happened to you?

It's too long a story to go into right
now. Excuse me, I have to go back to work.

Work? You look like you
could use some sleep.

Well, you know, no,
no rest for the wicked.

Well. I don't know. I always reward
myself with a little beauty rest

no matter how wicked I've been,

You gonna be home tonight?
- Ye...yeah, why?

Just wondering. Bye.

Bye.

Hi. You've reached Walter and
Linda. We're not here right now,

but leave a message and we'll
get back to you as soon as we can.

Hi honey. It's me. You there?

Okay, Just give me a call,

here at the apartment when
you get the message. Bye.

Hello. - Mister
Woods - Yes.

This is Detective Cisserrelli from
the Los Angeles Police Department.

Hello. - I just wanted to say we
checked out that truck driver again.

We talked to his mother and
she said he got really depressed

when he lost his job like that. According
to her, he never left home last night.

The neighbors were having a party, and said
his car never left the driveway all night.

Apparently they blocked him.
- Well maybe he took a cab.

Well, we haven't been
able to talk to him

because he's gone hunting
for a couple of days. - Hunting!?

Wha... what does that mean?
- What it means?

It means he's gone hunting.
- Christ! I need some protection!

Mister Woods. There's nothing at all
to indicate he might be after you.

Well this maniac has gone hunting!
And who do you think he's hunting!

You better send somebody over here right now!
- As I told you before,

we need evidence. That's why we're sending
someone over tomorrow to dust for fingerprints.

If you should hear from him, just
give us a call, and we'll be there.

After all, that's what we're here for.
Goodnight, Mister Woods. - Goodnight?

Who is it?
- It's Katherine!

Hi there! - Hi! - I have made you best dinner
you've ever had. - I really don't think I...

I will not be denied.

Bet you didn't think I could cook, did you?
- Well, why would I think that?

People never seem to
think I can do anything.

But I'm good at a lot of things.
- I bet you are.

I can add in my head faster than anyone you
know. And I love to read about everything,

like Presidents and gardening
and everything, and I can cook

and I can sew and
I can go-go-GO!

Now it's ice cream time.

You know Katherine, I gotta
lot of work I should be doing.

Well... What is it that
you do that's so important?

I've got these plans to
finish and I'm just way behind.

What a nice house.
- You like it?

I like it. - Good. I hope the client
'does or I could be out of a job.

That bad?
- You have no idea.

Oh boy, you're tense.
- Katherine...

Just relax. Talk about tension,
you're as hard as a rock.

I've been under so much stress.

There's this guy terrorizing
me. And, and, and no one cares.

This guy's out there, he's running
amok, it's sick! It's, it's really sick.

Take it easy, Walter, you're
getting yourself all worked up.

You know. I know other ways to relax you.
- What?

No. No, no, Katherine, re...really.

Yes Walter. Yes, really.
I'll do it for free,

I can feel that you want me.

What is it? - I'm drunk.
And I don't know what I'm doing.

And I'm tired.
- You don't want me?

Hello? - Hi honey.
It's me. - Hi honey!

I've been trying to get you all day.
- I know, I've been with Janet.

I just wanted to call and say
I'm sorry I hung up like that.

Well, I'm sorry, I've been way out of line.
- No, you were right.

I was thinking about it, and I think
I've just gotten really paranoid.

I've just can't help it.
- Well, you have every reason to be.

Believe me, I understand. And you
won't believe what happened to me.

No.
- What?

You remember that guy from
the freeway? Don't do that.

Who are you talking to?
- The apartment manager's here,

he's fixing that freezer.
- What about the guy on the freeway?

You know what? He wants
to show me something,

so, I'm gonna go. I'll
talk to you later. Love you.

I'm a happily married man. I
love my wife, so I, I can't do it.

Okay, I'm sorry.
- Thank you for dinner, though.

Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, you
know, - I'm just tired, I think.

You really need to get some sleep,
Walter. I know, but I gotta finish this.

You can't think when you're this tired.
- I don't have any choice.

I'll tell you what. You take a nap
while I clean the dishes. - No, no.

If I went to bed now, I'd sleep all night.
- I'll wake you up

in a couple of hours if you want me to.
- Really?

You'd do that?
- I'd be happy to.

I don't have any other plans,
I'll just watch some TV.

This is really very
nice of you. Thank you.

Two hours.
- Two hours.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Jezus.

Katherine. Katherine?

911. What's your emergency.

Hello.

Hello?
- Wrong number,

Who is it?
- It's me. Dieter.

I'll be right there.

Hi there. I didn't wake you up, did I?
- No, no.

Good. I just thought you might want to hear
one of the jokes that I introduced last night?

Dieter, I'm... terribly busy right now.
- This will only take a minute.

Imagine that your penis was right in the
' middle of your forehead, like this. - WAIT!

I have to go.

It's a very funny joke.

Who is it? - I'm here from the L.A.P.D.
Crime Lab to dust for fingerprints.

Just one moment. Just a moment, please,

I'm coming!

Coming!

Sorry it took so long, I was...
- Hey, that's no problem.

Hey. You know. I'm not going to
need you to dust for fingerprints.

What do you mean? - I changed my mind. -
Changed your mind... this is official business.

Not, not really. See I, I'm the one
who asked them to dust for fingerprints

and now I've changed my
mind. - What?! - Yeah.

Thank you so much for coming.
- That's enough! Now just a minute.

What do you think you're doing? I
was sent her to look for fingerprints,

and you can't tell me you just changed your
mind! - Yeah, but I'm one who ordered it.

Ordered. What do you
think I am, damn pizza man?

I forbid you to dust for fingerprints.
- Forbid me? You can't forbid me

'to look for fingerprints, this is my job!
- This is my apartment! I want you out!!

Are you totally nuts?!
- Please!

Look, you can't do this!
- I'm sorry.

I'm telling you... - I changed
my mind! - ...you can't do this!

Hello Katherine. Your
favorite customer is here!

Hello!

Hello Katherine.

Katherine?
Katherine!

God.

Hello? I, I want to report a murder,
I don't know, I, found Katherine, dead.

That's Katherine Langtree. It's
forty-five twenty West Fairfax Avenue.

What?
I don't have a name.

Oh man, oh man, oh man!

She seems to be some
sort of high class hooker.

Detective, the guys from
the lab are finished.

A two-eleven in progress on the
corner of Highland and Vermont...

Clear the door, would you guys?
Clear the door. - Coming through.

Where the hell is the manager?
- Coming through!

This is tragic, this is really...

Are you the manager?
- Yeah. You got it.

Who else lives here in the building?
- Well, right now,

there's really not very many other
people. There's a German guy lives down

on the second floor who's...
- Vilhelm! Vilhelm!

An idiot!
- Vilhelm! I heard what happened.

It's terrible! Was she naked?
- Who are you?

Dieter Krankbaum, at your service.
- All right, Mister... Autobaum.

Go down and ask for Sergeant
Stonewall. Tell him I sent you

and tell him everything you know. Okay?
- Of course. Of course.

What a tragedy. What a tragedy.
- Who lives, here?

This is that Woods guy. He's a real
weirdo. - Double-yew-oh-oh-dee-ess, Woods?

Yeah. Walter Woods. He's some
kind of architect. Or so he says.

Seems like there's no one home.
- No, he's in there.

He's in there all right. I know all
the comings and goings around here

and he hasn't come out of there all day!
- Well, we'll have to check on him later.

Hey Woods. Woods, I know you're in there,
come on out, the cops want to talk to you!

Take it easy, now. He's not there.
- Naw, he's in there. He's just hiding!

Woods! Here. I'll just open the door.

Ah.no. We'll just come back later.
- That's all right.

I'll just go in there and
I'll get him out for ya.

Wait-a-minute, you can't do this.
- Of course I can. I'm the manager!

Well it's clear he's not home. He's not
a suspect, we just want to interview him.

Don't you want to go in there and
snoop a bit? - No! Absolutely not.

We need a... We need a search warrant for
that. - But that... - And we'll be back later.

This guy is strange. I'm telling
you, he's a goddamn pervert!

Just shut the door!

And let us handle this.
- All right. But I'm telling you.

I know a bad apple when I see one,
and this Woods is as bad as it can get.

He's full of goddamn worms. D.D.T.

That's all I got
to say. D-D-T.

Okay thanks. We're all finished
here, Detective. - All right.

Let's call it a day then.
- All right you guys, lets clear out.

Hello?
- Walter? Paul Harrison here.

Oh, hi. - Look, I'm calling 'cause
my wife's coming home a day early

and I'm wondering if you can finish
the work by tomorrow? - No. No, no, I...

What's the matter, Walter?
- I'm sick. I don't feel...

Well, have you done any work at all?
- Yes, absolutely, I...

I'd like to come over tonight and
have a look at what you've done.

I'll also bring some interior
design magazines I want you to see.

Tonight?
- What's the address?

forty-five twenty West
Fairfax. - All right, then.

I'll look forward to seeing
you tonight. - Okay. - Ciao.

Hi. You've reached Walter and Linda. We're
not here right now but leave a message

and we'll get back to you as soon as we can.
- Linda! It's me!

I need to talk to you! Pick up the
phone! Some...something's happened here,

I don't know what to do, I... Look, you've
call me back the minute you get this message.

All right? Good-bye.

Honey?! - How does it feel to wake up
with a dead whore in your bed!?

They're gonna fry you for
this! Unless I get to you first!

Fritz.

...how dare you do
that!? Well if you just...

Hi. I'm Walter. We just spoke on the phone.
- What was your friend's name again?

Dieter Krankbaum.
- Yeah, I know 'em. How is the little prick?

He's fine.

Well?
- What happened to your foot?

I really don't want
to talk about that.

We don't want to talk about the foot?
- No.

I see. You just want to do
business, no talking. - Right.

What? I'm not good enough for ya?
- What?

I'm just a hardware supplying nobody? S'not
worth any of your attention or respect.

I didn't say that. - You know.
I met the President once. Yeah. I did.

And the President of the fucking
U- S-of-A took time to shake my hand,

and here you come, in my space,
my territory and on my time

and I give you immediate
attention and first class service,

and then you can't answer
a teeny, friendly question!

A guy broke my toe.
- That's a good one.

Hurts like hell, takes forever
to heal and ya look like an idiot

limping around like that. Excellent!
- Yeah? Well, I'm glad you're happy.

Let's do some business,

What price range we talking, Mac?

I don't know. What do you have? - I don't
have no shotguns or A-K's, all right?

This here's a Smith and Wesson
ten-seventy-six ten millimeter.

Standard F.B.I, issue. If you use
Federal's one-hundred eighty grain J.H.P.

or one-hundred eighty grain Hydroshock
ammo, it won't kick any at all.

Reliable in combat, it fits nine plus
one rounds, and I'll send it your way

for six-hundred even.
Untraceable, of course.

For just three-fifty you can get some great
stopping power with this Ruger P-ninety-six...

I don't understand
a lot about... this...

You ever use a gun before, Mac?
- I've shot guns.

Oh yeah. Yeah.

Smith and Wesson thirty
- eight, two inch barrel, stainless steel,

it takes five rounds and fits in
any pocket. Very uncomplicated,

just pull the trigger and your day's
off to a good start. - I'll take it.

Stop!

GOON! Damn it.

I bet you never thought it would
end like this, did ya, you CREEP!

Don't call me a creep, you're the
creep! I just want my job back!

I WANT MY FUCKING JOB BACK!!
- WHAT!? You're demented.

God only knows what's going on
in your depraved little mind!

I'm not the one who's nuts, you shit!
Standing there, waving little gun of yours.

What do you have, like a little holster
or some... - SHUTUP!! SHUTUP!! SIT DOWN!!

You dickhead! You fucking dickhead!

WALTER!

What the hell's going on?!
- He's crazy!

He's been terrorizing me since I got here.
- Jezus.

He broke my toe.

He killed Katherine.
He killed Katherine.

Walter! We gotta call the police.
- Yes.

Hello. Hello! Is there anybody there?

Hello? Helloooooo!

Is this the police?

Well, well. Nobody's there.

What a pity?

It seems to be out of order.

It's broken.

Cheap fucking piece of plastic?

Well, well.

Well, Mister Walter.
What are we going to do with you now?

I asked you a fucking question.
- Well, Mister Harrison, I... - No.

Mister Harrison...
- Noooooo. - No?

You poor little shit.

I'm Linda's husband.
Or maybe I should say...

I was the one fucking her brains out
before you learned how to jack off.

Oliver.

I fucking hate you, Walter.

Not only do I despise you,
but I truly fucking hate you.

I hate your face,
your hair, your voice...

I hate the way you smell,

Something like putrid about it, you
know, kinda makes me want to vomit

puke my guts out, make me sick!

Like a bad piece of
yellow tail, you know,

You're like a disgusting
bug, just crawling up my skin!

Yeah. I hate you. Hey.

Walter. Listen, man.

She's mine. Mine.

And only mine. I don't want
anybody else messing with her.

And that... includes you, Walter.

If you could only see yourself now!

Walter!?

Walter! Come back here!

Walter!

Walter,

I got you now, Walter!

You surprise me, Walter. You
put up a hell of a good fight.

I'm actually sweating.
- YOU FUCKING MENTAL CASE!!!

What did you say? What did you call me?

What did you call me!?
- Nothing,

You called me a fucking
mental case, didn't you?

Right? And who are you to say such a thing
to me. You're just a little shit, aren't ya?

You're just like Linda. Ya
think ya know everything,

It's fucking hot in here.

You know I crawled through that
air-conditioning duct every night?

If you only knew how hard it was
for me not to laugh when you brought

those pitiful drawings that I pissed on.

And the rats. Now that took
some organizational skills.

Breaking your toe was the best, though.

I loved that. I fucking loved that!

Why are you doing this?
- Why?

Asked the man who stole my wife.

Why?

You're my pet.

When I said jump, you did so.
When I said run, you did so.

It's been fun playing with you. But.

There's a time to dance
and there's a time to die.

What the fuck? - Wha... You actually
thought that guy was messing with you?

What were you doing here?!
- I just wanted to get my job back.

I was hoping to settle everything.

Well, we'll settle
everything right now, then.

How does it feel to be in
the wrong place, wrong time?!

You SHOT me! You FUCKING SHOT ME!!

You fucking SHOT me!

Walter! You like guns?!
Do you like guns, Walter?

I like 'em, we got a
lot in common, Walter!

Shit,

That's it, that's it!

Wilfred? What's happening?!
- I'm gonna call the goddamn cops.

WALTER! WALTER WOODS!

Where are you!?

You kicked me in the face!
You weasel! Come here!

Here!

What's happening here!?

Come here!
- Help! HELP! HELP!

You little SHIT!

This is the Police. Stay
where you are. I repeat.

This is the Police. Stay where you are.

So my friend. Here it is. If
you had a penis on your forehead,

how long would it have to be for you to
be able to see it if you up like this?

I have no idea.
- Take a guess. Just take a guess.

Six inches.
- No. You wouldn't be able to see it at all,

because your balls would be in the way!

Isn't that rich?
- Yeah...

Walter my friend.

Take care my man.

Now, if you had a bratwurst
on your forehead... nein...

if you had a wiener on your forehead...