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Those, I want those.

I'll find a box for them.

No, thanks. I'll take them just like this.

Hey, stranger!

Where have you been? Come on. Come on, come on in.

I have a doll for you.

A real antique.

I sorry, she's in horrible condition.

She's a real challenge.

I bought her just for you.

How much?

Ahh... 20 bucks.

If you fix her up, and I'll buy her back at a good price.

I don't know how you keep track of anything in here.

Whoever heard of order in a secondhand shop?

My home is something else again.

Nothing but the finest antique.

Mr. Kramer, you could be arrested for that.

Do I know what I'm doing? Why don't you have dinner with me tonight?

You promised you'd stop asking.

What's wrong with asking?

Besides. Who knows? I might get lucky.

Evening, miss Anderson.

You know what I want!

Don't scream, bitch, or I'll really fucking hurt you!

Come on, spread them out, bitch!

You dirty bitch!

I'll be back.

What happened?

- Everything's ok. - I'm ok.

- Ok. I've got you. Ok. - Ok.

What happened?

Our neighbor, she was hugged in the elevator.

Watch her a minute.

Did he rape you?

No. He tried, I'm fine.

- Did you get a good look at him? - No.

Here... it'll help. I called downstairs for the police.

- Is there anyone you'd like me to notify? - No.

Did you ever see the man before?

No. I don't know.

He was just there.

I found this in the alleyway against the wall.

Yours?

- Yes. - See what's missing.

My wallet's gone...

the keys to the apartment...

and the scissors.

Scissors? What kind of scissors?

Big scissors for cutting cloth. I stabbed him with them.

- Where? - In the right arm.

- Did he molest you sexually? - No.

- Do you require seeing a doctor? - No.

Can you describe the assailant?

He's big reddish beard, dirty jacket.

Your name?

Angela Anderson.

- Do you live in the building? - Yes.

How long?

- 5 moths. - 7 months.

Live alone?

Officer, she's not in good shape.

Can't we postponed this?

Your name?

Alex Morgan.

The actor.

And in the case you're wondering, I'm his brother.

Our detectives will want to speak with you.

Your telephone number?

555-1765.

We'll be in touch.

I'll get her passkey.

They'll never catch whoever it was. They never do.

I doubt if they'll even try.

At least you got your purse back.

That's a hell of a way to meet your neighbor.

I keep to myself.

- Clever girl. - Where are you from?

Tulsa.

I need to go. Thank you both.

I'd have that lock changed, miss Anderson.

Let me take you to your apartment, make sure everything's all right.

I tried to get you a new lock, but the locksmiths are closed.

You'll have to wait until morning.

- I can't. He stole my keys. - Did you have a chain inside the door?

Don't worry miss.

The police have a 24-hours check on the building.

If the guy comes around here, they'll catch him.

Bedroom?

I'll get the light.

Looks like the dolls have taken over.

Where do you sleep?

The dolls are my hobby. I sleep on the sofa.

My name's Betty, what's your name?

My name's Alex. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Well, well. What's this? Miss piggy's great grandmother?

Don't do that.

I am sorry.

- Do you want something to drink? - Yeah, thank you.

Your brother said you were an actor.

Thank you.

Well, are you an actor?

Yes, I uh... I'm in an afternoon television soap.

I play the psychotherapist. It is a living.

Mmm... well, um... I'm going to leave you alone now,

but if you get scared, I want you to call me.

This is my number.

Will you do that?

Good.

Oh, uh... don't forget to chain the door.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Morbid sensation, not unpleasant.

Someone there,

I call out his name, "Billy!"

And who is Billy, Angie?

There is no Billy.

No Billy! I don't know Billy! I don't know Billy!

Fine, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

What's new with me?

You'll be fine. You can sit up.

There's nothing we didn't know before.

We're not getting anywhere with this.

I'm leaving.

All right. Let's talk about repression.

Cliche.

Purpose of repression is the avoidance of pain.

This is accomplished by withdraw form objectionable ideas.

These ideas aren't dead or nonexistent,

but merely out of sight for the time being.

Why you don't tell me something that isn't a cliche?

Right, right, all cliches.

But the fact remains something happened to you in your childhood

that your mind finds intolerable

and has been denied conscious remembrance.

Look, I don't know what this has to do with me now. I am 36 years old.

All my friends are married and have children.

I've never even been...

Laid.

Come on. Say the word. You won't be punished.

Ah yeah sure, say the word. It just opens some magic door to love.

My first sexual experience was with some guy who followed me into an elevator...

threw me on the ground, and said "spread them."

Is that what I attract?

Is that what sex is going to be for me?

No, of course not, Angie.

You know the difference between sex and sexual violation.

Let's examine the positive side of what happened.

In the face of real danger, you managed to control the situation.

You defended yourself. It's a very important insight.

I want never to see that... bearded man again.

Your fears are perfectly normal, Angie.

- That's funny. - What?

I'm perfectly normal.

What's the chance of your getting an assignment today?

Oh, I don't want to work.

Keeping yourself busy is the best therapy.

I really think you should go to the agency.

See you next time.

Hi, sweetheart.

I've left my briefcase with Miss Tachen,

and I'll do it on station in 15 minutes

Hey, listen. I've got an idea.

Why not stay home and play with me instead?

Forget about politics for a day.

Really?

- Stephan, you in the middle of the day? - Yeah.

See you later my little satyr.

Ok. 477 Madison, third floor.

See Donna. You'll be fine.

Ok. Take care.

- Hi, Bob. Got anything for me today? - Hi, Angie. No sorry.

I want to work.

Sure. Maybe tomorrow.

In fact, I think there is a job coming up tomorrow... if it happens, I'll call you.

Who is it?

Alex Morgan. Your neighbor.

I'm sorry. I'm really busy right now.

We're having a few people over.

We've run out of ice.

Come in.

Feeling better?

Still... shaky, I guess.

Still looking over my shoulder.

- Why don't you come join us? - Yeah.

I promise I won't let anybody talk to you but me.

I like to talk to people.

In fact, I don't mind talking to people at all.

Good. Come on by.

We'll see.

Thanks.

You're always be hungry.

What's that one?

90% butterfat, terrible for your skin.

Thanks.

Well... look who's here.

It's a good thing, the guy on the elevator didn't see her looking like that.

Oh, she's the girl who was attacked.

- That's her. Beautiful, huh? - Thanks for coming.

I thought you ran out of ice.

Well, it got you here. That's what counts.

Here, let me introduce you.

Miss Anderson, you're very hot tonight.

Angie Anderson, Nancy Leahy.

I heard about what happened to you. It must have been awful.

You really can't trust this city or its people.

If it weren't for my business, I'd never come into it.

Nancy's an interior decorator. Brilliant.

She just bought one of my paintings. For a penthouse she's working on.

Alex, darling really, I have to be going.

Would you walk with me to the elevator?

Good-bye, miss Anderson. Be sure to take care of yourself.

They used to be make quite a pair.

Almost seemed like it might go the distance, till Alex cooled in her.

Left her holding a big torch.

Poor little Nancy.

You paint?

Yes, I do.

Come on. I'll show you.

Something wrong?

No, they're beautiful.

The girls come and pose for me several time a week.

They're good.

Is this the one you're working on now?

Yes.

Can I uncover it?

That's the one I want you to see.

How did you do that?

Part imagination, part espionage,

and the fact that you're very careless with your blinds.

Why?

Because you fascinate me.

I'm going.

Don't!

You can't hate the painting.

It's you, isn't it?

Angela, I know more about you than your therapist

or Alex will never know. Stop!

What do you want from me?

You.

You don't even know me.

I've known you for months,

I've watched you.

I know you intimately.

Don't let this Porsche I'm in fool you.

I'm still a man. Ask them.

You're a virgin, aren't you?

Angela! Angela, come back! Come back.

Oh, my god, Alex! It's him!

Alex! Alex!

Alex!

It's him. It's the man from the elevator.

That man with the red beard.

That's the man that attacked me in the elevator.

Take it easy. Just take it easy.

Frank, come here.

Angie, this is Frank Brady. He's an actor on the soap.

Hi, pleased to meet you.

- Oh, my god! - Angie, Angie.

Angie, it's all right.

Come in. Please.

- Please? - Ok.

I'm sorry I embarrassed you.

You didn't. Don't worry about it.

I want to talk to you about your brother. He's driving me crazy.

Yeah. He's good at that.

How long has he been in the chair?

About a year.

We were driving back from the cape.

I was driving. There was an accident. What can I say?

I've had in all kinds of specialists. And did the best I can.

It's amazing.

What?

You're identical, but you're so different.

Yeah. We've always been different.

Cole was always the smart one...

The genius with no ambition,

never wanting to settle down

till the accident made him.

Don't blame yourself.

It's not your fault.

- Can I ask you a question? - Yeah!

- Would you dinner with me tomorrow? - No

- Lunch? - No

- Breakfast? - No

A hot-dog in a park?

Why do you want to be with me?

Because I like you.

Because I've seen your dolls.

And you take broken things, and you make them beautiful.

Please. I can't stand to be touched.

I can't make love with a man.

You are not a lesbian. Why are you making him think you were?

It was an easy out at the moment.

Anyway, it got rid of him.

And that's what you really wanted? To get rid of him?

I don't know.

He's really nice, he's fun, he's handsome.

For some reason, he keeps coming on to me.

But I stop it.

I want him to touch me, but I stop it.

So you see, Angie,

repressed though it maybe, you do possess a sexual instinct.

Do you possess a sexual instinct?

Certainly.

Of course I do.

How do you know?

How can I help knowing it?

If I see a pretty girl, I want to kiss her.

I'll findle her, I get an erection, I desire intercourse.

If I don't have it at regular intervals,

I'll find myself thinking sexual thoughts and craving sexual satisfaction.

And you, Angie, are no different than me.

Save for a few mental barriers, we're the same.

I'd like you to touch me.

That's because you know nothing will happen.

You trust that, therefore you trust me.

I think I'm attracted to you, and that frightens me.

Why?

Because you're married.

Who frightened you the most, Angie? Me or my wife?

Or is it Alex Morgan...

- I told you that. - Or his crippled brother?

He scares the hell out of me.

- Or ass-pinching Mr. Kramer? - That's not him.

- Or is it Billy? - There is no Billy.

But you told me there was!

So I playback the tapes?

Come on Angie!

You talk about this Billy but not what or who he is...

she is!

- Is Billy a woman, Angie? - No

- how can you be so sure? - Because I know.

Because why? Come on Angie, do the work!

Why? Why?

Why?

Because women don't have red beards!

Damn.

I thought I told you...

all right put her on.

Ann, dear, I'm with a patient.

Three days?

Of course I'll miss you.

That's the price I pay for being married to a politician.

Yes. I'll be sure to watch you on television.

I'll tape it, I promise.

Sorry Angie.

You really are happy, aren't you?

Reasonably.

- You don't have any children, do you? - No.

You see, it's never perfect, Angie.

Never.

How about us doing it here, bitch?

We can do it right here. What you say?

What'll it be, miss?

What can I get you, lady?

Water?

Anything else?

Anything else?

Was dark in the movie house Angie.

How could you be sure that it was the same man?

Because I felt the scissors at my face.

Why didn't you call a policeman?

All I could think to do was to run.

I left, I ran out, and I called you.

I wasn't there.

If you really certain that the man return,

you should have called a policeman.

It would have been logical to do.

My god, you don't believe me.

I do believe you.

But also believe that are many red-bearded men living in the city,

I believe many of them go to the movies

and some of them try to make out with pretty girls.

Why you hang up Angie? I'm trying to help you.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Your experience in the elevator was traumatic.

I don't underestimate the shock of that encounter.

But we can't let this thing become an obsession.

I want you think about it is possible

that your own panic is attracting these encounters.

I don't understand.

We'll talk about it. We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Angie, all right?

Ok...

thanks.

Hi, sweetie.

He's kissing her...

long sensuous kisses while he fondles her tits.

If this develops into something, you just might end up on the street.

Don't worry. That's not gonna happen.

What if Alex was to walk in that door and see you standing?

I'd get down on my knees,

and I'd cry "It's a miracle!

It's a goddamn miracle!"

What's the matter?

I can't do this.

I'm no good at this.

It was me.

I was just too eager. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can we have that dinner tomorrow night?

Angela.

Angela.

I'm coming over. I'm coming to see you.

911 emergency. How can I help you?

911 emergency. How can I help you?

Here I come, Angela.

We got to talk.

Cole, don't. Don't be stupid.

Leaving the blinds open was stupid.

Please Cole. Come down.

Hello?

Angie, this is Bob. You got a job for tomorrow. Write this down:

"Richard Bailey. 434 west 23rd street." It's 2:00 o'clock.

2:00 o'clock. Ok, thank you.

That was a close call, huh? We got a job!

Hello?

Anybody here?

Anybody home?

Mr. Bailey?

It's a sort of fun being bigger than the city, isn't it?

People say that it's an ugly city, but it's not.

It's provocative and challenging.

Those flagged buildings scattered through the area...

They're my buildings,

and hopefully one day, the whole city will look like that.

My buildings are conceived to filter cut dirt. And sound from the outside.

You never get fading rays of the sun will never ruin your furniture.

Our polarized windows that can turn night into day...

and are designed so that the rooms never heat up,

but maintain a liveable temperature...

and protect you from the prey eyes of curious neighbors.

And if day is bleak outside,

your mood is automatically buoyed

by our lighting sensors...

watch.

Or if it's a mellow, contemplative mood you desire,

watch again.

And what's even more beautiful...

Just listen a moment.

Silence.

Yes blessed silence,

while outside, the city surges and pulsates...

with nerve shattering sound.

The sanity and the health of this city...

depends on the evolution of just this kind of building.

Yes, you are now standing in a Richard Bailey apartment,

designed to save our city and you.

Bailey's resident.

Hello... hello!

Mr. Bailey!

Mr. Bailey!

Sir! Excuse me Mr. Bailey!

Mr. Bailey!

Help me!

Yes, hello?

Who are you?

Why you...?

Who are you?

Why you do this to me?

What I do? I didn't do any thing!

Midnight?

Midnight?

Midnight?

Come kitty!

Midnight?

Midnight?

Midnight?

Midnight? Honey I can't see you.

Midnight?

Midnight?

Where are you?

Angie?

Angie?

It's ok baby!

It's ok!

It's ok!

- You seen Angie? - No, why?

Well consider spending half your time playing peeping Tom,

I thought you may could give me a report on her.

Fuck you!

You want know about her, go knock on her door.

I did.

All I hear is the cat. Cat's been yelling all day.

Angie doesn't answer.

Jesus! Take easy Jerry!

What do you want from me? Maybe she left town.

She would never left the cat.

How do you know what a psychologically disturbed person would do?

Beside we had a dinner date.

Oh! Of course. I'm sorry. Who stands up a star?

I'm thirsty. I want Bobbie.

I sleepy. I want sleep in bed.

My name is Betty. What's your name?

Angie.

Angie. That's a pretty name.

- Look for the bird. - What bird?

- Look for the bird. - What bird?

I'm thirsty. I want Bobbie.

What bird?

What bird? Where is it?

Bird! Bird! Bird!

Where is the bird?

Oh yeah, of course it is.

Of course it's here.

Of course it's in the bedroom.

You killed him! You killed him!

You killed him!

I didn't.

You killed him! You killed him! I didn't. I did not.

You killed him! You killed him!

- I didn't do it. - You killed him! You killed him!

- You killed him! You killed him! - I didn't.

You killed him! You killed him!

You killed him! You killed him! You killed him!

You killed him! You killed him!

Who told you that?

You killed him!

Who told you that?

I didn't do it... I didn't do it... I didn't do it...

You killed him! You killed him!

I didn't do it.

You killed him!

You know I didn't do it.

You killed him!

You killed him!

Voila. The mystery's solved.

She left town for a few days.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why would she send me a telegram?

Why she didn't pickup the phone and call me?

She doesn't say anything about cat to feed it.

I'm sure she laid out plenty of food for the cat.

Then why is it crying?

All things cry and make a fuss when they're lonely.

Didn't you know that?

Oh, god.

Angie, you in there?

Hey... help me.

Now we'll go home.

Something's going on up there.

Mind your own business.

Mind your own business. Come on.

- Come on. - All right.

I'm... I'm sorry.

She had the lock changed. I didn't get a key from her.

Then break the door down.

I don't know, your brother said you got a telegram from her.

I don't care. I'm telling you, she wouldn't leave her cat like that.

I can't break down the door. I don't have the right.

Sorry, I only work here.

You're really making a hell of big thing out of this.

The card I left for Angie, it's gone.

It was under her door. Someone took it.

Well, maybe the cat took it.

I think you took it.

Alex, this is your TV sense of reality talking.

Wait a second, Cole!

What happening to us?

Where's all this anger coming from? Are we enemies?

Do you hate me?

I suppose you're going to tell me you love me.

You're my brother and I care for you.

All you care about is your next-door neighbor and her goddamn cat.

I'm worried about her.

I'm not.

Her telegram's all the explanation I need.

I guess that makes me some kind of nut, then.

Isn't it going to get all crowded in here?

Nancy... Alex just left.

He's gone looking for the girl.

Well, I wish him luck.

It's a big bleeding city out there.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey. It's ok.

I'm let you out of cage.

You gonna give me a minute. Ok?

Come on, I'm gonna set you free, come on.

Here we go.

Ok, don't be scared, it's ok.

Oh... get off me!

It's a sort of fun being bigger than the city, isn't it?

People say that it's an ugly city, but it's not.

It's provocative and challenging.

Those flagged buildings scattered through the area...

They're my buildings,

and hopefully one day, the whole city will look like that.

It's Ok. Fly! Fly! Fly!

Yeah. Here midnight. Come on midnight.

Yeah, atta babe. Ah yeah.

Come on, it's ok. It's ok.

I'll got you something to eat.

And there is no problem in this great city that cannot be solved.

If we just have the Patience,

the willingness, and the energy to set about doing it.

We are in the center of fashion, commerce...

- Hello. - Dr. Carter?

Just a moment, please.

Dr. Carter, this is Alex Morgan.

Angie's friend.

Yes Mr. Morgan?

I'm sorry I called so early.

That's all right. I'm an early riser. What can do I for you?

Angie left town and I got a telegram from her.

Yes. I received a similar telegram.

She left her cat without food and water.

- That is unusual. - She mentioned something about Tulsa.

Do you have her Tulsa address?

No.

Or phone number? Does she have a family?

Mr. Morgan, I frankly doubt that Angie come from Tulsa at all.

Dead mother and father, rich legacy,

I believe it all to be a contrived fantasy background.

Angie's a very sick girl.

Sick enough to leave the cat she loves so much to starve to death?

I don't buy that, doctor.

- Maybe you should call the police. - I'm going to.

Thank you very much.

What are you doing out there? Eavesdropping?

What are you doing in here?

There's a law against breaking and entering. Didn't you know?

What you want?

I lived in your shadow long enough.

I want my dignity, Alex.

You took it away a long time ago.

I'm taking it back.

You bastard.

You sold your life for a goddamn handout.

You son of a bitch!

Right!

The son of the same bitch who bore you,

greased your way with her slimy love,

made it all so easy for you...

who opened the doors to all the good things in life

and spared you all its sick little whores.

You right brother.

We're sons of the biggest bitch who ever lived.

Don't worry about me.

I don't need you anymore. I don't need anybody.

I can make it on my own.

But you, Alex...

You're in terrible trouble.

Your audience left at intermission.

Me, Nancy,

that little piece that lives here...

We're all out of your life now.

- What's that suppose to mean? - Just what I'm saying.

I feel like taking a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

Jim certainly would be happier, and so would Madge.

Alex.

After a decent interval of mourning, they could marry if they like.

Mr. Kramer?

Well, it's the perfect solution, isn't it?

I got to work.

I got to work.

Dr. Carter.

Dr. Carter, I need to talk to you.

Dr. Carter.

Alex... hi Alex.

Mr. Kramer. Mr. Kramer.

I want to buy a doll, Mr. Kramer.

Angie, Angie, no,

put'em down, put down the scissors. Please.

Don't kill me, Angie!

Angie! Angie! No.

No Angie! No, no, no, don't kill me.

Don't kill me, Angie! Please.

I didn't do it.

- I didn't. I didn't. - Angie! Don't...

- don't kill me! - I didn't kill you.

I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't do it...

Put down the scissors.

Angie, please. Please, don't...

Stop it right now. Stop it.

- Angie. Don't kill me, Angie! - No.

¡Angie, no!

No. No.

Where? Where?

Where?

Oh, you're gone.

Silence. Yes, blessed silence.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy went home.

This little piggy had roast beef,

this little piggy had none.

And this...

all the way home...

- Ugly! Ugly! Ugly! Ugly! Ugly! - This little piggy had roast beef,

- this little pi... - Ugly! Ugly!

Yes.

Yes. Yes...

Angie...

this piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed home.

- This little piggy had roast beef, - Billy.

this little piggy had none.

And this little pigg...

Oh Billy, more, do more Billy.

Do more.

Richard.

Stephan.

What are you doing here?

Where's Richard?

Where you usually find him. In the bedroom.

You killed him.

Yes. Two days ago with a pair of scissors.

I used to watch you come here for months.

I had a key made from the one I found in your bag.

One night I even dared

to come in and listen to you making love.

You sounded fulfilled.

Why?

Morbid jealousy.

You killed him because... I was seeing him?

For seeing him? No!

For screwing him, yes.

- You're crazy. - Absolutely.

The phone doesn't work.

You won't get away with this.

I'll go to the police.

No, you won't.

You're much too ambitious to risk at all that,

your political career,

everything for both of us, down the drain.

You're pretty good at getting into people's heads, aren't you?

Top of the class at Berkeley.

It's not going to work.

They're gonna to find you.

No darling. They'll find her.

I know her, she's one of your patients.

Angie Anderson.

Positive schizophrenic,

complex father fixation, repressed sexuality...

All of which makes her a perfect foil for this little drama.

But she'll go to the police.

She knows the truth.

Does she?

I think she'll be this way for long long time.

What is she doing?

She's keeping house for his stepfather,

In there,

transfer is total,

Angie finally found her Billy.

I learned through hypnosis

that her incestuous stepfather sported a red beard

and was murdered by Angie's mother with the pairs of scissors.

It's amazing...

red beard,

a few sound effects, some screws and bolts...

a little production...

And Angie just slipped through the looking glass.

Your boyfriend's genius provided the perfect theater.

Even the bird cooperated.

Memorized his lines like a trouper.

Stop. Stop it Ann. Stop it, stop it

I love you, Ann.

The past is out the way.

We can go on.

I'm willing to continue our life together.

Are you willing, Ann?

And pretend none of this happened?

Oh, no, I want you to remember that this did happened,

and I never want you forget it.

Now help me in, we've got loose ends to tie up here.

We've still the scissors to locate.

I didn't think she'd have the guts to put them out of him.

And I didn't think she'd the guts to stab me in the elevator either.

You take the powder room, and I'll check the bedroom.

Ann, help me, find the scissors.

Angie!

Angie, open the door.

Angie!

Angie, daddy wants you to open the door.

Come on Angie!

Open the door.

Angie!

Angie, pick up the doorknob and open the door, come on.

Pick it up.

Angie!

Daddy's not mad.

He's not, he's not mad,

but open the door Angie.

Come on.

Angie!

Over there. Pull up over there.

You're ok?

It's Alex, it's Alex.

- Angie! - Alex?

Yeah.

Alex?

Everything's going to be all right.

Everything's going to be fine.