All language subtitles for The Rockford Files S05e09 Black Mirror Part 1

She's an interesting woman,
and she's fine to look at,

but so are
two zillion others.

Must account for the
two zillion happy
relationships I see around.

Who is this?

He's gonna bite
that pretty neck of hers
and kill her.

Don't, please!
Stop it!

What you're going through
is psychological rape.

Oh, Lord.

Don't!

ROCKFORD
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jim, I leave London,
4:00, arrive LA, 9:00.
I guess that's London time.

Yeah, 4:00 to 9:00 is
five minus 12 hours flying.
No, plus 12 hours.

Ah, but then there's
the time change.

It's a definite no, Angel.
Last time you borrowed
my car, when I got it back

there was no reverse,
chili on the seats,
and a different set of tires.

Wrong, wrong.
They were the same tires.
I didn't sell your tires.

I suppose you can tell
these tires from any
other tires in the world?

I can tell when
they don't have tread!
The answer is no.

Hey, look here.

Oh, come on.
Rocky's waiting.

This is a pretty good
pigskin, Jimmy.

I've got a nephew
who's got
a birthday next week.

Put it back where
you found it.
I have to live here, Angel.

Hey, Jimmy, go on out
like you used to do
in the exercise yard.

Jim, go on, go deep!

Oh, come on, Angel.

Go deep, a big one!
Go on, Jimmy.

Oh, Angel!

Oh, hey. I'm awfully
sorry, really.

You okay?
Hey, I'll live.

Go, Jimmy, Jimmy!
Toss it back.
Put the old pill in the box!

Now put it back
where you found it.

Again, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Hey, do you
live around here?

Yeah.

My friend and I
noticed that seafood place

back at the Coast Highway
intersection.

He said it might be
a good place for lunch.
How is it?

Oh, well, it's a good thing
you asked. It's the worst.

You know, they're always
dodging health
code violations.

Are you serious?

Oh, it's the
neighborhood disgrace.

Their lobsters are
rumbling with the rats
down there every night.

I think the lobsters
are losing.

No, seriously, it is bad,
but this place right
over here is very good.

Okay, I'll tell him.
Thanks for the warning.

You're welcome.

Must be nice
living at the beach.

Well, it works out
good for me.

I manage to be around
enough in
the daytime to enjoy it.

Lucky you.
What kind of work
do you do?

I'm a private investigator.
My name's Jim Rockford,
by the way.

Megan Dougherty.

Come on, Jimmy!

I just had a thought.

Why don't you go
light on lunch,

and then you and I
can have dinner tonight?

Thanks, no.
I'm going to be
working tonight.

Tomorrow?

Sorry. I'll be working
tomorrow night, too.
I work all the time.

Well, then, there's no point
in you moving to the beach.

It was nice
talking to you, anyway.

Same here.
Thanks for asking.

Jimmy, hey.

Oh, good.

Want some coffee?

Yeah, I'll go
if anybody wants some.

Megan really
seemed in top form
tonight, didn't she?

If he calls back,
you tell him

that coffee table
was promised for Friday,
not Saturday.

There won't be
anybody here on Saturday.

Doctor Dougherty.

Yes, Myra?

I just wanted you to know
that I thought it was
an awfully good group tonight.

Yes, it was,
wasn't it?

Yeah.

Sorry to interrupt.
It's okay.

You want
the door closed?

Leave it open, okay?

Bye. Bye.
Bye-bye.

Any other calls?

Come on, Myra,
hurry up.

Thanks.

Okay, all right, all right.
Fine, Doctor. Bye-bye.

Thank you.

These elevators take forever,
don't they?

Stop, please.

Stop it.
Don't, please!

Don't, please!
Stop it!

Easy, easy, lady, easy.
You just knocked
the pail over.

Now, it's okay.
It's okay.
I'm the janitor.

There's somebody
following me.
He's up there.

Well, I'll have
a look-see.
Now, you just...

You just stay right here.
Stay right here.

Who's there?
Anybody?

It's okay.
You can relax, ma'am.

Whoever it was,
they're not there anymore.
They're gone.

The elevator
wouldn't come.

Oh, I guess
that was me.
I was vacuuming it out.

It's gotta get done
sometime, you know.

Ma'am? Are you
all right, ma'am?

Sure you're
all right?

Do you mind?

I thought we came
to an understanding about

you reading over
my shoulder when I was 13
and failing algebra.

She's a Ph.D., huh?

It's funny how good
your eyes are,

considering the fact
I had to pick up
the dinner tab

because you couldn't see
without your glasses.

Well, I'll bet you
she never flunked
her algebra.

Well, ain't you
gonna phone her?
No.

Well, why are you looking
in the phone book, then?

Just idle curiosity.

An idle mind is
the devil's workshop.

Am I in a time warp
or something?
I don't believe this!

I haven't heard
dialogue like this
since I was in short pants.

I'm sorry
I ever mentioned
the woman in passing.

You said you
was interested in her.

Just in passing.
I said she seemed to have
a good sense of humor.

You mean she laughed
at one of
your jokes, huh?

Do you mind
if I finish reading
the newspaper, Dad?

Look, with this Ph.D.
and all like that,

it sounds to me like
she's the kind of girl
you should call up.

I do not want you
making the same mistake
you made with Susie Turley.

Sue Turley?
What a mistake.

Sue Turley now
weighs 300 pounds

and is good for
a fifth of vodka a day.

Little Susie?

Ah. Well, I think
you ought to call
this girl, anyway.

I think I'd like her.

Oh, well,
that clinches it.

Why didn't you
say so before?

I'll get right
on that phone.

You know what
I mean, sonny.

Dad, it's no
big deal, really.

She shot me down
once, anyway.
Said she had to work.

That don't sound to me
like she shot you down.

Yeah, my number two
engine was on fire

and there was smoke
coming out
of number four.

Ah! Then you got
your back up, huh?

Listen, sonny,
when your ma
first knew me,

she said she would
never, never, never date
me, but she come around.

Maybe this little girl
did have to work.

Nah. No, I got
the definite impression

this one didn't
need anybody.

Hello?

Hello?

Doctor Dougherty?

Yes.

This is Gortner
Building Management.
I'm sorry about the hour,

but as you
may have heard,

we're going to be
repainting
2121 Wilshire tomorrow.

It'll include
the hallway
outside your office,

and we're taking a survey
of the tenants to find out
what color they'd prefer.

Who is this?

It's Gortner
Building Management.

Doctor Dougherty?

What's it going to be?
What color
should I put down?

Mauve? Sandalwood?
Oh, there's
lots of nice ones.

Yeah, hello?

Mr. Rockford?
This is Megan Dougherty.

Remember, we met
at the beach?

Why sure, I remember.

I'm sorry to call you
at this time of night,

but I don't know, I...

I think I need
a private investigator.

Excuse me.
It's okay.

Mr. Rockford?
Yes.

Hi. Come on in.

Thank you.

Thanks again
for coming.

I feel kind of silly
asking you to come.

Oh, it's no problem.
No problem.

This is
a nice apartment.

Thank you.

Can I get you
something to drink?
Coffee, anything?

Yeah, well, coffee, maybe,
if it's no trouble.

...so then the kicker
was the nature
of the call.

I mean, who knows,
maybe it was selected

as something
that would cause me
particular pain.

Well, I'm glad
you called tonight

rather than wait
till tomorrow
like you wanted to.

You do know
what the obvious
question is?

Do I have any enemies?

Mmm-hmm.

It's a weird question
to answer, but no,
I don't think so.

Well, do you live alone?

Well, there's Sarah,
the housekeeper.

But she only
comes twice a week
and just days.

Well, I tell you
what I think
we ought to do.

I think we ought to

take you to
the police department.

I have a friend in
the Hollywood division.

I can't do that,
Mr. Rockford.

They'll find out
I'm a psychologist,

and they'll assume
the people I work with
are involved.

There's a certain
logic there,
wouldn't you agree?

No, I wouldn't.

I work with conflicted people,
depressed people, that's all.

Not psychotics
or psychopaths.

Anyway, why would one
of my patients
want to do this to me?

Well, I'm not
a psychologist,

but isn't one of
the surest ways to
get kicked in the teeth

is to try and help
somebody out?

Only if you come uninvited,
and all of these people
have sought me out.

They're motivated.

And all their
motivations are very clear
and uncomplicated?

You're not
a psychologist, huh?

All right, all right,
you may have a point.

In some ways,
therapy can be
like a battle

waged between
the therapist
and the patient.

You're fighting for hope,
trust, optimism,

and, okay,
let's cop to it, control.

Someone might,
for some sick,
fearful reason,

choose to fight that battle
in a very scary way.

Just to prove that
you're not so great?

You don't have
all the answers?

That I bleed like they do.

Of course, you hope
they already know that.

Anyway, the point is,
the police would
want to read my files,

they'd want to
listen to tapes
of therapy sessions.

I can't violate
patient confidentiality.

Yeah, well,
I understand that.
I really do.

I run into the same
problems in my work,

but this is not
a mild situation.

The criminology term
for what you're going through
is psychological rape.

You do understand,
don't you, that
if I'm going to help,

I'll need the same disclosure
of information from you
that the police would?

Well, I can't.
I can't tell you, either.

Am I missing
something here,

like what it is
I'm supposed to do?

I don't know.
I mean, I'm not in
the detective business.

I thought maybe you could
suggest something.

I did. Show me your
tapes and your files.

It's really
the only way to do this.

No, I can't share
patient histories with you.

I guess I'll just
have to take my chances.
I have no other choice.

How much do I owe you
for the consultation?

It's on the house.

No, I insist.
Your time is valuable.

Well, not to you,
because there's nothing
I can do for you.

I did think that
maybe you could
check the hallway.

Maybe something
fell out of his pocket
or came off his shoe...

Oh, like maybe sand?

Found only in one
tiny coastal town
in Argentina?

And I track him
down that way, huh?

I'm sorry, it just
doesn't work that way.

I guess people have
seen too many movies.

Really, how much
do I owe you?

Really, nothing.

I'll tell you what. Um...

You could pay for dinner
and I could
resubmit my invitation.

No, thank you.

You're angry?

It's not so much with you,
it's more the situation.

If there's anything
that makes
me come out of my skin,

it's being boxed in,
having no place to move.

I hate feeling helpless.

I guess I'm just tired.

Thanks again for coming,
Mr. Rockford. I mean it.

Oh, it was my pleasure,
believe me.

But I still think
you're angry.

No. I'm not.

But if you think I still am,
I don't know why you would,

but maybe you feel
a little guilty?

I won't charge
you for that.

Well, good,
'cause I have to tell you,

I don't really feel guilty.

I feel so guilty.

I mean, she's defenseless.

There's nothing I can do,
not unless she gives
me some place to start.

Sure, it might not
even be one of her
patients, but so what?

I gotta start some place,
and she won't let me.

I don't know why
I feel so guilty.

Are you listening, Dennis?

That's a question
for a psychologist.

Oh, well, the old laugh
meter is gonna go right
through the roof, huh?

You're going to make
the Ted Mack
run-offs, Dennis.

What did I say?

She is a psychologist.

You see,
you weren't listening.

I'm listening,
but I also
got this speech

for the academy
class breakfast.

I'm an administrator now,
Jim, and it's no picnic.

Breakfasts usually aren't,
they're usually in hotels.

And you keep using
unintentional metaphors
like that,

your Gettysburg Address
is going to
end up in a basket.

Well, you're right.
Look at this,
I have this expression,

"Food for thought,"
followed right up by,

"Using our badges
as an entrée."

How do you avoid that?

I don't know, Dennis.
How do you figure it, huh?

Business is business,
procedure is procedure.

This thing just keeps
banging around in my head.

Look, she's blind. I mean,
I'd probably have a little
of the guilts myself.

But there's nothing
you can do,
or me, either.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.
She's blind,
but that's not it.

The way I read her,
it's almost like
she's not blind, you know.

She's free, she's savvy,
she's independent.

Then it must be
something else.

Oh, well, yeah, sure.

She's an interesting woman,
and she's fine to look at,

but so are two zillion others.

Must account for
the two zillion happy
relationships I see around.

No, it's odd, Dennis.

She and I just don't
sing off the same page
about anything.

You know, I say hello,
she's gonna say goodbye.

I say cat,
she's gonna say dog.

Have you ever met
anybody like that before?

Yeah, but frankly,
I don't think you want
to hear about it.

Peggy?

Yeah.

Oh, I guess I could
ask her to hire
a fulltime bodyguard,

but then that'd
break the bank.

I could do it myself
without telling her.

No, that's out of
the question.
I'd go broke.

Nothing much to be done here.
There's nothing I can do,
not unless she opens up.

And she can't do that.
You know, you gotta
admire her for that.

I don't know, Dennis.

I knew there was nothing
you could do
when I came over here.

I just wanted an ear.

Last night,
I kept getting burned.

I kept wondering
what she was after.

What does
she want from me?

I can see now
that's all she was after.

She knew it was all
cotton candy.

She needed somebody
to talk to.

Yeah, I know.

I was just noodling, Dennis.

You, in your
official capacity,

you could ask the phone
company to give you
the computer record

of all incoming calls
to her house, and then
I could take it from there.

I can't do that, Jim.

There's been no call
linked to the overt threat,
no profanity.

I'd use up the goodwill
and working relationship

that we need with
the telephone company
for real emergencies.

You see, Jim, things
are different now.

I gotta put on my
administrator's hat.

Size fifteen and a half?

Oh, it's very easy
to comment
from the bleachers, Jimbo.

Hey, wait a minute,
see how
this finish sounds.

"And now we must strive
to continue
to do our utmost,

"even as we have strove
to bring credit
on the academy."

That's fine.
Just fine, Dennis.
I wouldn't change a word.

I said to him,
"Mr. Linovitz.

"I know as much about
hair chemistry as any of
these other grandstanders,

"and I think I should be
the one to go to the seminar
this year in Redlands."

He sent Bruce Oliansky.

The guy couldn't be
more fey.

Fey or not fey
doesn't have anything
to do with it, does it?

No. Not in
the hair business.

The other cutters have
bigger tips than me,

and they have
bigger customer books

so they get sent
to the trade shows.

Maybe that's because
they relate to people,

especially women,
more easily.

They allow their
good feelings
to come out.

Don't you think
you could do that, too?

Yeah.

Danny, we've learned
a lot about your feelings
for your mother,

how you felt that she
hated you because she was
away from home so much.

I think maybe
it's time to separate her
from other women.

We're not all the same.

Yeah, I guess
I know what you mean.

You've got to do
something for yourself.

Put Linovitz's behind you.
Get another job.

Break this
depressive cycle.

Yeah. That's...

That's why
I'm real excited
about this whole thing,

about being
a handicapper
at the race track.

You see, I know
I could pick up the math,

and I think I'd meet
a lot of neat women
at the track.

Behind the big tote board?

No, huh?

The main thing is
you've got to
get a job you can enjoy.

Yeah.

And try to get out of
your apartment
at night more often.

Yeah,
I think
I'm ready to do that.

Yeah, I think maybe
a year and a half
in that apartment's enough.

Yeah.

We're going to
have to stop now.

Well,
I'll see you next time,
Doctor Dougherty.

Danny, we've known
each other
for almost two years.

You think you might
try calling me Megan?

I'll try.

Norman?

So, hello, Norman.

So, how are you?

I feel like blowing
my brains out.

Don't you want
to talk about it?

What's to talk about?
I feel like
blowing my brains out.

That about says it,
doesn't it?

"Other than that,
Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you
like the play?" Right?

Coming over here on
the freeway, there was a guy
in a Citroën, cut me off.

If I'd had a shotgun,
I'd have blown his head

clear through his
windshield, I swear.

Who do you want
to kill, Norman?

Yourself
or everybody else?

What poise.
Nothing shakes her.

Always the plucky
blind girl.

Please don't
call me a girl,

and I certainly
don't feel very plucky.

Norman, I think
we should get to

all this hostility
you have toward me.

I don't have any
special hostility
toward you.

Please, sit down.
I want you to do
an image for me.

Same old crapola.

I want you to imagine
you're an animal,
any animal.

A wolf. A big bad wolf.

With real shiny fur
and white teeth.

Kind of
a beautiful animal.

Okay. Now I'm an animal.
What kind of animal am I?

A cat.

Very pretty.

Okay.

Now I want you to imagine

that this cat and the wolf
are walking down
a road together.

How do they feel?
What happens?

Well, they're walking
down the road
and everything's cool.

In fact, they're starting
to groove on
each other, you know?

I mean, like, the cat
digs the wolf

on account of she knows
he'll go to the mat for her
if need be

'cause she's small
and got small bones,

the kind that
get broken easily.

But then, like, you know,
the cat sees the wolf has

these fleas and ticks
in his fur,

and she starts
chopping him down and
acting all hoi polloi.

And she scratches him.

And then the wolf attacks.

And he takes
her in his teeth,
she's screaming.

And he...

He's gonna bite
that pretty neck of hers
and kill her

'cause she chopped
him down.

But then,

the cat has this
special stinger.

And she stings the wolf,
poisons him.

He dies.

Go on.

Norman, what are you doing?

What do you mean,
what am I doing? I...

I gotta use the head.

What's the matter
with you today?

Norman,

cats don't have stingers.

A little cat
couldn't kill a wolf.

Why do you think I would
even want to do that?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Ow!

Damn it, Sarah.

Oh, Lord.

Who's in here?

You son of a...

This is ridiculous.
I know
where these things go.

Why should you
be doing all the work?

Careful, careful.

There's a little
end table right here.

Here, it's kind of heavy.
Where does it go?

Over in that
far corner.

The bonsai
should be on it.

I was watching you.

It just never occurred
to me he'd be
inside your apartment.

I'm glad you called.

I can't thank you
enough for following me.

I had no idea
you were there.

It's just about
the nicest thing anybody's
ever done for me.

Yeah, well, it's too bad
I gave up the nomination for
president early this morning.

I don't know what,
but I'm going to do
something nice for you.

Megan, you could do
something nice
for me right now.

You can start talking
about your patients.

Please don't.

Megan, there comes a point
when there's just
too much of a good thing.

This is not something
capricious on my part.

Just stubborn?

It's professional ethics.

Oh, swell.

Look, maybe
I help myself, how many
patients do I hurt?

Well, how many
are you gonna hurt

if you're not around
to listen
to their troubles?

Nobody told me
being a therapist
would be easy.

Did they tell you
it could be fatal?

I don't need to be reminded
of the bleaker aspects
of this, okay?

Megan, have you had
occasion recently

to write your name and
address on the inside of
a matchbook cover?

None at all.

Well, it does look like
a masculine handwriting.

Megan, look.

If I took this
matchbook cover to
a handwriting expert

and he got any kind
of profile out of it,

that profile fit
any of your patients,

would you deign to
take me into
your confidence then?

I don't know.
I don't know
what to say.

Oh, I'm hungry.

What kind of an idiot
gets hungry
at a time like this?

I'm not
going to touch that one.

Hilarious.

I sure don't
feel like cooking,
I can tell you that.

Well, I could
use some food.

I guess
we could get it together,
don't you think?

Something simple, fast.
Hamburger, hot dog.

Pack of LifeSavers?

Where the hell
are my shoes?

I'll get them.

We agreed
on something simple,

not like we were
really going out to eat.

Oh, you weren't sitting
in the car with me

when I circled the block
three times
at Hamburger Hogan's

looking for
a parking space?

Besides, I got news for you,
this ain't exactly Maxine's.

Cigarette?

No, thanks. I quit.

Naturally.

Let me suggest,
if I may, sir.
We have a nice Rubesco.

It goes real good
with veal parmigiana.

Sure, why not?

Not for me, thanks.
I'll just have a mineral
water or something.

Oh, I'm sorry, hon.

Our soda supply man,
he missed
his delivery today.

We got no carbonated
beverages at all.

Well, how about
some chocolate milk?

You know, anything,
just so long
as we don't have to

have a good time
while we're here.

Mmm. I was hungrier
than I thought.

I didn't
get lunch today.

Well, you're too busy.
You work all the time.

Is that what's still
climbing your back?

That I turned down
your invitation
on the beach?

Do you get this way
every time
a woman says no to you?

Just like this.

It is still bothering you.
You should admit it.

Now, listen,
I want it understood,

I'm picking up
the tab, okay?

Oh, well, that's fine,
but the tab
hasn't arrived yet.

I know that,
and you know what I mean.

Yeah, well,
we'll fight it out.

Straight wrestling,
two out of three falls.

Excuse me,

would she like
some fresh grated parmesan
cheese with her meal?

Why don't
you ask her?

Sight has nothing to do

with making decisions
or having
a taste for cheese.

And no, I don't
care for any. Thank you.

None for me, either.
Thank you.

More?
Mmm-mmm.

Thank you.

I use a whole mix of
psychoanalytical theory
in my work,

but psychoimagination
seems to really pay off.

See, it's very revealing.

It cuts through
the usual talk
to the subconscious.

People hide from
themselves even when
they're not trying.

Yeah, well, you see,
the trouble with me is
I've got nothing to hide.

Good.

Why don't we just do one
just to fill time, okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, close
your eyes. Relax.

Are your eyes closed?

Yes, already.

All right. Now imagine
a sealed can
under the water.

Okay, what's in it?
How do you feel?

Just a regular can?

You tell me.

Yeah, well, that's it,
just a regular can.

Except you put it
under the water.

I put it there? Why?

Well, I don't know.

It's just the image I got.

Okay.

So, tell me more
about the can.

It's just a regular can.

Eleven ounces,
vegetables in it,
baby peas, maybe.

Baby peas?
Why do you think
baby peas?

Well, who knows?
I mean, it's just
a regular can.

Just a can of peas,
like the expression,

"Who wants to open
that can of peas?"

What can of peas
don't you want to open?

Cigarette? More wine?
Ashtray? Lamp?

Clean house.
What can of peas
don't you want to open?

And what's it
got to do with me?

You'll have to come
and get me, Warden.

You'll never
take me alive.

You deserve
a lot of credit.

Starts out being
one of the worst nights
of my life,

and I come home
feeling all relaxed
and with a nice buzz.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I mean it.

I've had a wonderful time
under what
should have been

the worst of all
possible circumstances.

And I want to thank you.

Hey, I enjoyed it.
I really did.

You better give
me your keys.

Back to the grim reality.

Oh, maybe not so grim.

The piece of tape
I put on the door
is still there.

Okay. You may enter.
The coast is clear.

Here are your keys.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Hey, he's not here.
That's supposed to
read as good news.

I know. I'm sorry.

Can I get you something?

Oh, yeah.
Coffee, I guess.

Come on, now, Megan.
What's wrong, huh?

It's just that
it's taken me years
to get this place together,

to get it to a point
where I could live
here independently.

Now the whole thing's shot.

Oh, it's just temporary.

About that
handwriting business.
Okay, let's do it.

Oh, hey,
that's a good move, really.

But there is
one other thing.

You're gonna have to have
somebody with you
while I'm working the case.

Oh, Jim,
not a bodyguard.

I can't have some meat loaf
in a double-breasted suit

hanging around
my outer office.

My patients will freak.

Well, I think one
of them already has.

Not all bodyguards
are meat loaves.

Don't be cliché, huh?
They don't all wear
double-breasted suits.

The guy I have in mind
is very conservative
and very discreet.

He will put them in
the hospital if he has to.

Marvelous.

But that's the kind
of game we're in.

Now, you lay low tomorrow.
No work, huh?

And I've got a few things
that I have to do.

I'll call Charlie Martell,
he's the bodyguard.

You go to work
the day after.

Okay.

Sorry. I don't
usually do that.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Now whatever could
have possessed you?

I guess I should be
more careful.

Oh, yeah.

What?

Oh, I guess
it's Mr. Engel coming
home smashed again.

I didn't hear a thing.

Well, blind people depend
on their other senses,
so they develop them.

Oh, yeah?
Which senses?

Take your pick.

Mmm.

That's how come I'm late.
I'm sorry, too, Doctor.

It's okay, Mr. Martell.
I just wonder if you could
step on it a little.

My first patient
is at 9:00.

You got it, Doctor.

The thing is, see,
when I saw Eddie come on

during the TV
commercial last night,

saying they had a special
on double-breasted suits,

I just had to get down there
and pick up on the sale.

They're all I wear.
You can't find them
in my size like you used to.

How come that is,
I wonder.

I ain't ever been with
a psychologist before.

I hear they can
tell all kinds
of things about you.

It kind of
makes me nervous.

Only when
the meter's running.
Don't worry.

Believe me, Mr. Martell,
I'm not going to find

some deep secrets
or hidden urges.
You can relax.

Hey, I bet I know what
your favorite music is.

Stevie Wonder.

Oh, boy,
is it a beautiful day.

You know something,
you give me mishegaas
to work with here.

I know, Myron.
I'm not asking for
a roomful of data.

You know, any indication
of personality
would be a big help.

They all think
it's so easy.

Listen, with this little
handwriting, I cannot
warranty the results.

I cannot stand behind it.
Thumbnail is
what we're into here.

All right,
all right already.

You'll have to sign
a release to that effect.

National Detection Services
cannot be held responsible

for any damages
resulting from

an inaccurate
graphoanalysis
in this case.

Okay.
Come on, Myron,
you're the best.

I trust you. That's why
I came to see you.

Hey, you run into
any of the old gang
from Quentin?

Let's see, who'd I see?

Yeah, I saw
Tommy Marchetti's sister
at the mall

couple of weeks ago,
matter of fact.

Good old Marchetti.
I tell you,

that guy could make me laugh
just walking into a room.

How's he doing?

He's dead.
Heart. 44 years old.
Can you believe it?

Live for today, I say.

Oh, boy, Angel's really
going to be
upset to hear that.

I mean, he's crazy
about Marchetti.

He should worry.
He's still alive.

It just goes to
prove my point.

What point?

Only the good die young.

Catch as catch can, I say.

I saw Bob Metaxa, oh,
about six months ago,
maybe more.

He said he's thinking
about getting married.

I ran into him Labor Day.

He's not a well man, either.
It's another sad story.

Oh, no. Is it serious?

They took out
half his stomach.
You should see him.

Remember how robust?
Like Hamlet's ghost,
he looks.

About the analysis,
Myron.

I gotta get out of here
before I choke
myself laughing.

We work, we toil.
What for?

You struggle to become
a private detective,

I spend those
years in prison

studying for
a new career here.
What for?

Your time comes and
it's goodbye Charlie.

I hope we're speaking
figuratively and not
about Charlie Budreau.

He was one of my best
friends on the inside.

Him, I don't know about.
God willing, he's okay.

How about the handwriting
analysis, Myron?

Are we about to
see the light
at the end of the tunnel?

I cannot
stand behind this.

I can make
no guarantees here.
All right.

Remembering now,
this is subject
to question.

We're a little lucky,
he used
a number two pencil.

You got your deep
hard strokes here.

This is a man
with a strong,
vivid personality,

reacts deeply
and strongly to life.

See your M's
and your N's here,
these little points.

He's probably
very intelligent.

Probably?

My son
should be so smart.

These loops on
the O's and the A's,
the closed parts of the G.

I would say,
in general,

we're talking about
a very defensive
person here,

smart, feels the world
owes him a living, maybe.

Some deep emotional
scars and conflicts.

He could lie
like a rug, this one,
then go off jaunty-jolly.

He could do anything.
He has little love
for his fellow man,

i.e. the rest of us.

How he got this way,
I don't know,
and I could care less.

He's very
intelligent, though,
very intelligent.

This and
his lack of remorse,

I would say he'd make
a great con man or worse.

That's it?

I cannot stand behind it.

Oh, also, I would say
he's somewhat depressed.

Look, these days,
who isn't?

I wasn't.

Okay, pal,
get away from that door.

Hey, hey,
you don't understand.

Relax, creepo, and
this'll go smoother
than banana daiquiris.

Get skitzy and you own
12 weeks in the hospital,
that's a guarantee.

Out in the hall,
come on.

Bye, Bonny. I'll see
you at group on Tuesday?

Okay.

Are you all right,
Megan?

I mean, I know
you're not supposed to
ask a shrink,

but you seem...

Well, as a matter of fact,
I'm not having one
of my better weeks.

Thanks for asking.

Well, who do you tell?

I mean, who do you go to
when you get
depressed like I do?

Lonely, scared?

Bye, Bonny.
I'll see you next week.

All right.

Mr. Martell?

Oh, no.