All language subtitles for Rockford Files s05e09e10 Black Mirror.eng

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?

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 entr�e."

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 Citro�n, 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 clich�, 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.

You know, Charles Martell
isn't my real name. No, I'm born Leonard Curto.

I seen the name
Charles Martell on a bottle of booze.

It had a hand
holding a hammer.

It said, "Charles Martel,
the Hammer!"

I figured that was
a good nom de plume for my line of work.

You know what
I mean? Bodyguard?

It's a cognac, right?

Charles Martel was
the king of France.

Yeah, no kidding?

It was an expensive booze,
I remember that 'cause I didn't buy it.

I'm a bourbon
and soda man, myself.

Really?

King of France, huh?

Like with that
powdered wig?

Hey, Doctor, look.

Usually I don't got
a nonstop mouth like this.

Usually
I'm a very tacit guy.

Yeah, the only
reason I'm spewing off this way is, well,

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.

Dr. Phil Costello,
wanted in CCU stat.

Dr. Costello, CCU stat.

Emergency in three,
emergency in three.

I know the doctor
said it's bad, and it is,

but Charlie,
he's built like the Graf Spee.

This is not the first time
he's been cut up.

Also, Megan,
this is in no way your fault, you know.

I mean,
it doesn't make much sense to us,

but this kind of stuff
is Charlie's chosen business.

He was paid, he figured
the risks, he took them. He's a professional.

Right. Us professionals.
We all know how much that means.

Well, it ain't
chopped liver.

Jim, my professional ethics
cost him his spleen, heart stoppage,

and possible
brain damage.

Well.

Well, I just got
the swell news.

The Martell Show
has been closed until further notice.

I won't even be able
to talk to him.

Megan Dougherty,
that burst of police compassion

was delivered by
Lieutenant Dennis Becker,

my good friend
and actually a very sweet person

when he's not under
so much pressure, and Officer Billings.

Doctor.

How do you do?

Hello. I'm sorry.
Disappointed, you know. I was hoping that

Martell could
identify the man that attacked him

and we'd be able
to nail this guy

who's been giving you
such a rotten time.

Now it looks like
Martell may never be able to...

Coffee anybody?
Megan?

Doctor Dougherty,
I guess you know what this assault means.

A felony has been committed,
the stakes are higher now.

So I'm strongly
urging

that you provide us
with information on your patients.

I know what you're saying,
Lieutenant. I...

Do I take this
as an assent, an agreement?

No. She has professional
responsibilities she can't compromise.

Hey, excuse me?
Am I hearing this right?

Two days you been calling me,
carping to me about her attitude.

Now you do
a complete 180?

Well, you want to call me
and carp about her attitude,

I'd be very understanding.

But I've been
giving it some thought,

and I think there's
a better way to go.

Lieutenant,
I don't even think your way would be effective.

In the first place,
I find it hard to believe it is one of my patients.

I don't deal with psychotics
in my kind of clinical setting.

That's far
from guarantee.

Right. So if it is
one of my patients,

then obviously
I've misread him.

I wouldn't know
where to begin

to share
the information with you since mine's pretty bad.

You don't understand,
Doctor.

It's not really sharing.

You give us
the whole list

and first we see
if anybody has a record for this kind of thing.

That way we could
move this way or that.

No, I couldn't
allow that.

Look, so what if
somebody does have a police record?

That doesn't
prove anything.

In the meantime,

you'll be prying into
the lives of all of my patients,

people who come to me
in confidence.

If Megan were
a booking agent for bands,

you wouldn't be asking
for a list of her clients.

You are discriminating
against these people

merely because they have
psychiatric problems.

He's right,
that's true.

Come on, fellas.
It's limping badly.

Yeah, all right,
Dennis, all right. I'll make a deal with you.

Just give me one day.
That's it.

I have a handwriting profile.
I'll run it by Megan,

and if the profile
fits one or two of her patients

or someone she knows,

maybe she'll tell me
and I'll investigate very discreetly.

Doctor?

Okay.
I'd agree to that.

I'd discuss one or
two of my patients in that sort of limited way

with only one person,
if the profile fit.

Then I'll investigate.

Hey, Dennis,
if one of them happens to be really rank,

I'll turn it
right back to you.

Boy, I don't know.
The brass, if they knew about this...

Look at it this way,
Lieutenant, it's only a day,

and maybe it'll
never come up.

Maybe Martell will
regain consciousness and describe this fella

to Doctor Dougherty
here and that's it.

We go and throw
the cuffs on him.

True, we could get
lucky with Martell.

Fellas.
Listen, I had this cousin with

this brain damage
and all that.

A week later
he's walking around just fine.

Doctors just
try to prepare you for the worst.

Yeah, fellas.

If Charlie makes it,
that's great, you know,

but he will not be
identifying anyone for Doctor Dougherty.

Yes, we were thinking,
you know, sometimes it...

It's all right. Believe me,
it happens all the time.

So what do you think,
Lieutenant?

Well, you got one day,
Jimbo. Just one day.

It's nice to
meet you, Doctor.

Billings,
may I have a word with you? Now listen to me.

Billings, can't you
ever learn to keep your mouth shut?

Nurse St. Clair,
report to x-ray.

Well, for everything
under heaven there is a purpose, even guilt.

Listen, you just helped
me out of one of the biggest jams ever.

I can't believe
what you just did.

Henry Clay,
the Great Compromiser.

No. You make deals,
you don't compromise.

You don't
compromise anything.

You okay?

Yeah.

No.

Just tired, sad.

Oh, no, I've seen you
tired and sad before. This is something else.

Come on,
what is it? Here.

It's stupid.

Well, let me be
the judge of that.

Well, there's nothing
that can be done about it, so it's a waste of time.

It's just that...

I used to have
this convertible when I was in college.

And when things got
too nervous-making,

and when I felt really
wired or depressed,

I'd take that car
out on the interstate

and I'd put it
to the floor.

Turn the rock 'n' roll
way up.

The wind would be
knocking the hell out of my hair,

and it felt great.

There was no walls.

Walls?

You see, if you're blind,
walls are it,

they're the world.

They're your enemy
and your friend.

So you've gotta be careful
of them. You hit into them,

you never quite know
where they are.

But if they're not there,
if you can't

mentally place
yourself in relation to some wall somewhere,

if you can't touch
one sometime,

it's like you're
standing on this

endless plane

and it's all gray.

Boy,

riding in that car,

no walls.

Your cousin would die
if he could hear you doing this to his car.

Oh, forget my cousin.

He does it to it
all the time.

He's done a few things
to me in his day.

Point is, it's yours
till you say when.

Well, is that close
enough to the original?

Or shall we go back
and start all over again?

Is that a yes or a no?

Answer quick
'cause I can't breathe.

And I...

I know it's a little odd,
but we didn't have any lunch,

do you realize that?

Would you like to go
get something to eat?

Anything you say.

All right, and then we can
get back to business.

We can look over
Katzin's handwriting profile

and see if it fits
any of your patients, huh?

Anything you say.

Oh, well, in that case,
we'll just do this for a few more minutes,

and then we'll get
something to eat.

And?
Hmm?

You were talking
about Jimmy.

Oh, I was just saying what
a good living he makes at being a detective, you know.

I can't knock it
that way, the job, I mean.

There is one thing,
though. I wish he'd have some children.

I wouldn't mind
being a grandfather.

Well, what do
you want to do this afternoon, huh?

Do? I thought
you were going fishing?

Oh, I go fishing
all the time.

That's all I do do is
go fishing.

Yeah, but Jimmy said

there was some big
Cove championship out on the pier

you were really
looking forward to.

Oh, I win that
all the time, too. Every year.

I've won that
so many times that it's getting boring to me.

The same old talk,
same old fish.

Mr. Rockford.

Huh?

I'll be okay here
by myself.

Oh, heck, I know you will,
I know you will.

No, really. I will.
I mean it.

Say, say,
maybe you'd like to come out

on the pier fishing
with me to keep me company. We could...

We could talk.
We could talk about old Jimmy, huh?

No. I might go out
and get some sun later on,

but I've got
some work to do.

You've shown me around.
I can take it from here.

Well, I know you can.

You know,
if I'm going to be staying here for a while,

it's better
if I get used to it on my own. Honest.

Please, go fishing
like you want to.

All right.

If I break anything,
I'll pay for it.

Oh, I wasn't meaning
that at all. I...

You're joking me,
aren't you?

Yeah, you got
a sense of humor like old Jimmy's, peculiar.

You know, you and Jim
are a lot alike.

Thank you.
That's flattering.

I mean it.

I'll be fine.

I'm sure you will.

Mr. Rockford.

Huh?

Thanks for
showing me around.

It was my pleasure.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Hi. I'm Sammy Seal,
and you kids are gonna flip

when you see the neat
frogman offer inside each family-sized box

of Nature's Children
whole wheat and grain cereal.

Hold it, el tel�fono.

It's "the neat demolition
frogman offer. "

Do we need that?
Demolition with Nature's Children?

I'm having trouble
making the transition. I can't find a motivation.

How's the 250 for the day
for motivation, huh?

Now can we go?
Please? Roll tape.

Hi, I'm Sammy Seal,
and you kids are gonna flip

when you see
the neat demolition frogman offer

inside each
family-sized box

of Nature's Children
whole wheat and grain cereal.

They swim just like
real frogmen.

Powered by baking soda,
add your own Pacific Ocean

and great...
Hold it. Cut. Cut.

All right. All right,
we are privileged to have with us today

a shop steward
from the Actors Guild

on an unannounced
spot check.

Now he informs me
that it is lunch time

and we are into
a meal penalty.

Now, you gonna
hold us to that?

Oh, surely you jest.

Lunch.
Everybody back at 1:00.

Hey. I never heard of
these spot checks before, but I applaud it.

I mean, these
arrogant sons of...

Hey, I'm not really
with the guild.

That was just
my little joke.

Well, I don't know what
your game is, sport, but I'll leave you to it.

I gotta call my agent.
He's got a solid part for me...

Yeah, well,
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, Roger,

I'm gonna make it
easy for you.

I'm gonna make it very,
very reasonable for you to buy my silence.

Huh?

Yeah, well, you see,
the thing is that I was in the medical arts building.

I was coming out
of my dentist's office

and I saw you running
like a rat in training

out of that
head doctor's office across the hall.

Right when that guy
got stabbed in there. I got your license number.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

Ah, but you know
about it.

Look, my appointment
with Doctor Dougherty was at 2:00.

When I got there,
there were cops all over the place,

and whoever it was
that stabbed that guy was gone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Look, tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna
make a deal with you. Fifty bucks, huh?

I mean, these dental bills
are eating me alive,

and if I can just make it
through tomorrow's filling, you know, I'm a happy man.

Forty bucks.
Hey, come on, 40 bucks, it's nothing.

I mean, you spend
that much on a haircut.

Take a hike.
I was not there.

You don't get penny
one from me.

Think about it.
Think about it, Roger.

Look, Jerome,

I do not understand this
because I was not there physically on that floor.

In fact, I was
in the coffee shop downstairs having lunch

before my appointment
when all that happened.

Forty dollars against
four-to-seven in Folsom.

It seems like
a false economy, but, hey, it's your life.

Uh-uh.
You are totally wrong.

I was having a BLT.
The waitress will remember.

In fact, she'll remember
because as I was eating,

I remarked about
this guy that went by,

told her
what a road apple the guy was,

and she laughed
at what I said.

Yeah, what guy?

Some guy I know.
Another of Doctor Dougherty's patients.

He used to be in
a group with some of us, but he couldn't hack it.

She's got him
in private therapy now. His name's...

Danny Green?
Boy, that just doesn't fit.

Yeah, well,
why doesn't it fit?

Well, he's the last person
I'd have picked to be behind something like that.

He's a depressed, meek man
with a low self-image.

Nothing really special.
He's chronically unemployed,

has difficulty
relating to women, feels intimidated,

problems with his mother
that go way back.

When's his appointment?

Oh, Mondays, 3:00.

Then he had no reason
to be in the building, and he was.

Yeah, but I just
couldn't have assessed Danny so wrong

after a year
and a half of therapy.

Well, maybe you did.

It's okay. You're allowed
three mistakes in any one career.

Uh-oh.

I guess we just hit
on the one subject that isn't funny.

Can you get me
Danny Green's address?

Oh, man, I hate this.

I'll go easy.
He'll never know he's being investigated.

Oh.

I'll talk to
my accountant.

He can get it
from Danny's checks. That's how he pays.

Mr. Green?

Mr. Green?

What are you doing?

Oh, Jack Tetuska?

That's right.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I knocked on the door there,

and the door
just swung on open, so I came in.

Yeah, I was in
the laundry room. What do you want?

Oh, James Sloan, IRS.
I was looking for Daniel Green.

There's no one here
by that name.

Really?

Well, now, our records show
there's a Daniel Green

living at this
address. It's...

Yeah. 11558,
Riverside Drive, Apartment 105.

Believe it or not,
it's good news this time.

Yeah, you see,
our computer made an error in Mr. Green's favor.

Yeah, he could qualify
for a sizeable refund

if the answers to
a few simple questions check out, you know.

Hmm. Well, I don't
understand this mix-up.

I've lived here
for two years, alone.

Really?

Well, is there
a Green elsewhere in the building?

No, there isn't.

I'm telling you,
our computer, looks like it's in a lot of trouble.

Yeah. Hey, I'm really
sorry I bothered you.

Hostile, suspicious,
defensive.

Well, it doesn't sound
like the Danny Green I know, not at all.

I had
the strangest feeling. It was oppressive.

Well, hopefully
we'll know in a few minutes

if we're getting
two nuts for the price of one.

Another one?
Another what?

Oh, beer. Here. Sorry.

It's okay. Yeah.

Well? You ready
to earn your 20 bucks?

Can I have a confab
with you for a minute in here?

Yeah.
Oh, excuse me, honey.

Mmm-hmm.

All right,
what's the problem? It's a simple phone call.

I'd do it myself,
but he'd recognize my voice.

What's the real
deal here?

Who are the big fish
that are about to be fried?

What are you babbling about?

Well, I just got here,
but you know old Angel,

I can always smell
the grand green.

You can start by telling
little Margarite she can drop the blind act.

I ain't gonna
snitch on her.

What is the matter with you?
She is blind.

She had an accident
10 years ago. Now you get back...

Jimmy, Jimmy.

I know the moves,
I know how it's done, son.

I did two months as
Blind Lemon Martin on Market Street up in Frisco,

Dobro guitar
and a harmonica rack.

Sad, like in miserable.

You know how bad I play,

but I did 1,500 bucks
worth of quarters in a month.

The sympathy factor.

If we could see
a pictorial representation of your mind,

it would look like
a fire drill in a state asylum.

Yeah, well, anyway,
I know she's a classy lady,

got a body
by Pininfarina and all that,

and it ain't no low grade
scam like mine.

So what is it? Does she
front for any charity?

Goes around to all
these big corporations

and you come along
as the packager of the telethon.

I love it! Love it! Yeah!
Let me in on it, Jimmy.

I could be
the research doctor. I'll take a painless 2%.

You'll get in
for what I give you.

Now get in there.

Sit in that chair
right over there.

Is everything okay,
Jimmy?

Oh, yeah, just
a little conference with the lemon here.

There's the phone,
there's the number.

Here, Megan.
You can use this phone.

I'll use the one
in the bedroom. Here. There you are.

Now hold this.

Go ahead.

Hello?
Mr. Tetuska?

That's right.

Hi. I'm Earl Wangram,

and I'm the new
bookkeeper

for the Windrift Condominium
Owners Association.

And I'm looking over
the last two months' ledger here

and I see that
your account is in arrears.

I sent that thing in
on the 30th.

It's one of
the first bills I pay!

Oh, well, I don't know
how to explain that.

Yeah, well,
that's your problem,

and I'll tell you
something else.

The association
should think less about the dues

and more about
the condition of this place.

I nearly got electrocuted
in the sauna this morning.

You ought to
get somebody down here to fix that.

I'll see what I can...

Hello? Are you there?

Hello? Hello?
Hey, are you still there?

Hello?

Hi, Rocky. Well?

It's his voice.
It's Danny Green.

Hey, what's going on
here, anyway?

Look, if this is right,
and I'm not convinced it is,

it'd mean a major error
in my diagnosis.

It'd mean Danny Green's
a multiple personality.

You mean
a split? Schizo?

No. It's something else.
It's much rarer.

It's two
distinct personalities.

Two distinct people
in one body.

Green and Tetuska
are separate entities?

I've heard of that
kind of thing before.

Who is Tetuska?

This is awful.
It's a very serious,

very deep-seated
personality disturbance.

It'd put Danny in
a whole other category, a very poor, sick man.

The thing that
first alarmed me was the condo he's living in.

That's good for at least
$1,000 a month.

What do you mean?

Well, it's the way
he earns it that's important.

I didn't want to
tell you this until we were positive

that your Danny Green
and Tetuska were one and the same person.

But the name J. Tetuska
rang a bell with me,

and his demeanor
sold me even more.

So I did a little research
and refreshed my memory.

Jimmy, what about
the money for the phone?

J. Tetuska
is Jack Tetuska.

He's a kind of shadowy
underworld figure.

Jackie Tetuska.
I know him.

He's a paid assassin,
a professional contract killer.

What?

Do you remember,
about a month ago, the papers carried a story

about a gangland murder
of a lawyer named Mishkin?

You remember that?

Well, the police
had linked Tetuska to that hit.

The fact is they brought him
in for questioning and then released him.

Now Mishkin's girlfriend
is an eyewitness to that killing

and can supposedly
pin Tetuska.

But she went into hiding,
the police had a sweep out for her.

Danny Green?
A professional killer?

Oh, come on,
this can't be happening.

I'm sorry, honey,
but it is.

Well, Angel, you must
remember something about the Mishkin hit.

Understand something,
Doctor Dougherty,

even though
I'm the police psychologist,

I'll be in there
mostly to observe while Tetuska is questioned.

The man is your patient.
You should carry the ball.

Yeah, well, feel free
to jump in anytime, Doctor Rainier.

I'm not terribly
familiar with multiple personalities.

Who is?

There haven't been
that many cases documented.

I know. That's one reason
I'm so dubious about the whole thing.

Well, I'm not
really dubious, just...

Oh, there. Great.
Finally someone isn't dubious.

You see, Doctor Rainier,
I've been hearing dubious from her all day.

Jim, he's my patient.

I've seen him in
a therapeutic setting for almost a year and a half.

He was with me in the clinic
before I opened up my private practice.

Now, if you think
I'm going to jump out of my seat

over something
as unlikely as a multiple personality...

Well, I don't hear
any other explanation

for one patient
with two completely different shtick...

Layman's terms,
I'm sorry.

Well, there have been
some famous cases documented.

Three Faces of Eve,
that was based on an actual case.

And, of course, Sybil,
there you had 12 different personalities.

Excuse me,
Lieutenant's waiting for you.

Well, you ready?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Well, let's go.

Mr. Tetuska,
this is Doctor Rainier.

Mr. Rockford
I believe you met.

Doctor Dougherty, well,
perhaps you've met her, that's not for me to say.

Hello, Mr. Tetuska.

Am I under arrest here
for something or what?

If I'm not,
say so, I'm gone.

No, you're not under arrest,
and you know it.

I'm a little confused,
'cause it was made clear to me

that if I didn't
come down here today,

my life could get
very complicated.

He's talking about
the threat of harassment, Lieutenant, and I concur.

Now, he's agreed
to cooperate.

That's nice, but so far,
he hasn't started.

Well, what do you
want me to do? I'm here.

I don't understand it,
but I'm here.

Now, either light up
or leave me alone.

Mr. Tetuska,
do you remember me?

No.

I met you through
Danny Green. It was about two years ago.

Green, again. I don't know
no Danny Green.

I know a guy from
the IRS, though. Sloan was his name.

He broke into
my apartment,

except, I guess,
the police don't care about that.

What do you know
about the stabbing of Charles Martell?

Who?

Where were you this
past Tuesday between the hours of 12:00 and 1:30?

I was having lunch.
I had peaches and cottage cheese.

That couldn't have
taken too long. Then what?

I ate the peaches.

I felt a little cooped up,
so I went down to Temescal Park.

I laid out in the grass,
caught a few rays.

And then?

Took a nap.
Yeah, I Z'ed out down there.

What time
did you wake up?

About 6:00.

That's a long nap.
Where did you wake up?

Where do you think
I woke up?

You think I fell asleep
on the 92 bus?

I woke up in Temescal Park.
I woke up on...

Maybe you woke up
somewhere else?

What is this?
What do they want from me, Mort?

What are you
gonna do about this?

I suggest we leave.
You have that option.

How did you feel
when you woke up?

Who remembers?
Let's go, Mort.

I don't know anything
about the stabbing of this whoever.

Yeah, right,
and two weeks ago

you didn't know anything
about the shooting of Barry Allan Mishkin.

Always a lot of talking.
Never any filing of charges.

Oh, we're gonna file
on that, Jack.

Your contacts
have probably told you

that the FBI
has a line on Mishkin's girl,

and when
they pick her up,

they're going to
put her at the scene

and she's going to
testify that you killed him.

Find the girl,
then talk to me.

Mr. Tetuska,
how's Mickey Miller?

Have you heard
from him recently?

Who?

It's a little boy I know.
I know him through my friend, Danny Green.

They both lived
on Avenue B in New York

when they were four,
five years old.

I thought you might know
Mickey Miller, too.

No. No, I don't think so.

My friend Danny Green
was very fond of Mickey Miller.

They were best friends.

Yeah. I know what
you're thinking, but I don't have one.

One what?

A brain tumor.

You're trying to make me
like I have a brain tumor,

that there's something
very sick in my brain, but you're wrong.

I'm not implying
you have a brain tumor.

That's not
what I meant at all.

Yes, you are.
That's what you all think, that I have a brain tumor.

I read up on them.

Okay,
I get fainting spells,

I black out
from time to time.

You wake up,
you don't know where you are?

You don't know
where you've been?

It only happens
from time to time.

It only happens
once in a while.

It's... It's nutrition,
that's all.

It's my diet.

But I do not have
a brain tumor, and I am not a mental.

I may be a lot of things,
but I am not crazy!

I know what
you're trying to do.

You're trying to discredit me
with my business contacts.

You're trying to make
my associates think that I'm sick,

that I've lost my mind.

But it won't work,
because I am sane.

You better believe
I am sane!

Let's go, Mort.
I don't have to stand for this.

Wow.

A true multiple personality.

I'd have to
agree with that.

He knows nothing
of Danny Green

or what Danny's been
doing to Doctor Dougherty.

You could see
the disorientation the questioning caused.

I just wish we could've
convinced him to stay a little longer.

Yeah, like seven
to ten years.

Okay, he didn't crack.
Where does that leave Megan, Dennis?

Is it true?
Is the FBI closing in on Mishkin's girlfriend?

Is Tetuska gonna be
out of circulation because of that?

The FBI feels like
they have a solid line.

When is that arrest
gonna happen?

Well, there's no guarantee
of anything, but I spoke to Brian Tillis at the FBI,

and he tells me
two or three days,

they'll turn
Mishkin's girl.

Two or three days?

Yeah, well, I know
right now it seems like a long time.

So, it's third.
Still goal to goal on the nine.

Ow.

Hey, could you use
a little help in there?

Bottle of wine
in the refrigerator

if you wouldn't mind
opening it.

Sure.

You could say something
about the smoking. I know you're dying to.

Yeah, but I didn't.

You want me to go
put on my boxing gloves

or you just wanna
keep working on the heavy bag?

Look, I'll get right
to it, Megan.

I haven't been watching
the game in there.

I've been thinking,
and I'm not sure I buy it,

the multiple
personality thing.

What?

Well, I may be wrong,

but I'll pose the same
question to you that I posed to myself, huh?

Now let's just suppose
that you're a professional killer,

cunning, deadly,
tops in your field.

You're a total professional.

Another one of us.

Yeah, that's right,
another one of us.

Now, let's also say
that you're extremely intelligent,

which, by the way,
he is.

So you know that no matter
how careful you are,

how good you are,
how thorough you are,

that one of these days,
one of your jobs is gonna backfire on you.

You're gonna make a mistake
just like everybody else.

Just like me,
for example.

I thought Danny
was just depressed and neurotic.

Yeah, well,
let's hold the sarcasm

till I finish
talking, huh?

Now that you realize
you can make a mistake,

what you need is
a fallback cop out,

and that's a plea
that you can pull out of your sleeve anytime

just to cover
the worst catastrophe.

Talking about
the Mishkin killing?

Right. Right.

Murder one, dead to rights,
with no chance of acquittal

if they find
that eyewitness.

So, what is a surefire
parachute, huh?

Not guilty
by reason of insanity. So what do you do?

You think and you ponder,
and you think and you ponder

and you come up
with a plan

that is so foolproof,
it makes you laugh.

You devise
a second personality and visit a shrink.

You make it real,
you make it good,

but you're there
every week.

It's an hour for 50 bucks.
That's cheap insurance.

You gonna open up
this wine some time tonight?

Look, you create
a whole new life for this guy,

a whole set of
symptoms for him,

and then
when you need it,

you discreetly
lead the police

to the existence of
this other guy.

Then when the cops
confront you with it,

you say, "Oh, my goodness,
I'm so confused, I must be crazy."

For the love of...

Hey, it's absolutely
foolproof, Megan.

You have invested years
as Danny Green.

Your shrink is gonna
testify for you.

It's a great scam.

You're gonna hook
three out of four court psychiatrists

and four
out of four juries.

Instead of death row,

you're gonna get
a trip to the lollipop factory.

And if you pull off
a miracle cure, you're out in six months.

Now, come on,
is it possible, psychologically?

Yes and no.

A true pathological
personality with no remorse

might be able to lie
well enough to bring it off.

Pathological liars
have done incredible things. But...

Well, who is more
the pathological personality

than a paid killer?

Yeah, I can't
believe this.

All day you were
harping about his being a multiple personality.

I disagreed.

Now, I and another
trained psychologist

consider him
a multiple personality,

and you, all of a sudden,
you've changed your mind.

Look, if he is doing
what you're saying,

we would've seen some
indication of it today.

Why would he wait?

What your
whole problem is with this thing

is you have never
worked a con.

You see, in a con

you just don't dump out
all the information for the mark.

You make him
come and get it

while you look like
you're holding something back.

That way the mark
does all the work.

He thinks he's the smart one.
That's when he's hooked.

So what you're telling me
is I've been had.

Not once, but twice.

Megan, that is
the absolute least of your problems right now.

Problem number one
is Tetuska.

He's gonna let
his con unfold with seeming naturalness,

just the way
it started.

He's gonna come at you
in a burst of fury as Danny Green,

and he's gonna
let the police catch him

and then do the old,
"Where am I?" bit.

Any court in the country
will stamp him as a ranking banana

and send him off
on a valium holiday.

That will be the end
of his Mishkin problem.

I don't accept it.

Well, that's nice.
Now you've got a bigger mess to clean up.

You'll have to do it.

Like hell.

Look, you wanted me,
you got me. This is the reality.

Knocking over dishes,
banging into furniture,

victim to just
about everything.

All right, honey.

Don't!

How do you like it?
It's a whole other look.

And you better get
used to it if you want to stick around here,

because
this is reality.

Enough anger to kill,
and it never goes away! Ever!

Is this some kind of
ugly secret, Megan,

that you're
an angry person, huh?

Hey, come on,
you've been through more

than most people
could ever handle.

You're allowed.

Don't you pull
that stuff on me.

Stuff? Oh, boy,
that is rich coming from you.

Look, honey,
you're scared out of your head,

and you got
a right to be.

That's why
you're acting this way.

I told you, don't play
psychologist with me.

I'm not playing, honey,
not at this point.

You're scared to death,

and you've got
your pride all mixed up in the thing, too.

This compensation thing
you have about having to be perfect.

What is this, some
kind of a sick joke? Me? Perfect?

Look, the big debate
around here every morning is

whether to get up
just one more day.

But you do,
and then you do even more, much more than most.

I'm sorry,
I just don't understand.

I don't understand
why that's not good enough for you.

Well, finally,
we've discovered some facet

of human behavior
you don't understand.

How are you gonna
deal with him, Megan?

He's my patient.
He's seriously ill.

I'll get through to him.

It's my job.

You're wrong.

Would you please go?

Sorry, if there's
anybody there.

My apologies to you

My apologies,
dear apartment dweller

My apologies to you

Morning,
Doctor Dougherty.

Danny?

You look awful pretty
this morning.

My idea was that
you'd like someplace more private.

So, anyway,
I got this place all opened up

and ready for us
this morning.

Please, please, please,
Danny, don't hurt me.

Oh, no, no, no,
no, no.

I don't want to
hurt you.

I don't know that
I'd want to do that.

Women are always
getting hurt.

Maybe they like it
that way.

But me, I'm different.

I like the sound
your clothes make

when they move
against your body.

Hey, Billings,
she in the office okay?

She didn't
get here yet.

She got on the elevator
at least a minute and a half ago.

The empty car.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, she's
in trouble, Dennis.

Which way did
that car go, up or down?

I didn't notice.

All right, he'll probably
take her to an empty floor,

either the basement
or the sub-roof.

We'll go down,
you go up.

It took me all night
to convince her to try this.

Don't worry.
Everything will be all right.

No!

You're just making me
more nervous.

Please, please,
don't hurt me.

You don't have to.

The police are following me.
They're going to catch you anyway.

You don't need
to hurt me.

What do you mean the police?
What do you mean the police are following?

What do you mean,
"catch me anyway"?

You did it deliberately.

You pushed the alarm button
so someone would catch you.

I don't believe
you're two people.

What are you
talking about?

You pushed the button
on purpose!

Please, you don't have to
do anything to me. It wouldn't make sense.

The alarm button
was an accident.

You came to me.

It was all a con.
You chose it!

You chose to
come to a therapist.

That's the con
you chose, Danny.

You need help.
You're sick inside and you know it.

Tetuska!

Megan!

I'm all right, Jim!
Be careful!

Tetuska!

Megan!

Jim!

Megan!

I'm over here!

Megan!
Jim!

Oh, Megan, Megan,
all right, all right. It's all over.

It's all over.
It's all right.

Are you okay?

Okay. I'm dizzy.

Are you okay?

No. I'm sure
not complaining.

Oh, this is rich.

What are you
talking about?

Charles Martell.
You gonna believe this? He's returning his fee.

He told me in the hospital
he didn't think he was entitled to it.

I told him to get it
out of his head.

Yeah, well, he didn't.

He says,
"Jimmy, the way I see it,

"I blew it with the broad
and the service was not performed to par.

"So, herewith,
this I am returning."

Yeah, well,
the broad, herewith,

is gonna staple
that check to his shirt.

Could I bum a cigarette?

Don't have any.

They went down
your garbage disposal last night, for good.

Naturally.

You're just jealous
because you know I'll be able to stay off them.

You're right.
I'm jealous.

I'll get you some.
No, no, forget it.

I notice that
you're finding your way around very easily.

You seem...

Very much at home?

Yeah, I couldn't have
said it better myself.

You're right. I am.

How do you feel
about that?

Oh, I like it.
I like it a lot.

But you had to
think about it.

Oh, no, I didn't.

You know what I think?

Hmm?

I think, in a way,
you like it that I can't see you.

I think it makes
it easier for you to say what you feel.

I bet if I could
see your face right now, I'd find some red in it.

Is that right?
Mmm-hmm.

As somebody once told me,
and at very high volume, too.

Don't play
psychologist with me.

You know
what's going to happen, don't you?

Hmm?

Like you said
in the restaurant,

I'm going to
be the warden.

I'm going to be
coming to get you.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you just keep coming.
I'll probably go quietly.

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