All language subtitles for Raising Cain (1992) (2)2

Let me put your jacket on you.

Come on. Oh. Come on, Sweetie.

- Come on.
- I don't want to.

- You taking off, Karen?
- Trying to.

- Need a hand?
- Would you mind?

Are you giving your mommy
- a hard time? Huh?
- No.

- You let Carter do it?
- There you go.

Amy, did you
say hi to Sam?

- Hi, Sam.
- Hi, Amy.

- Darn!
- Something wrong?

No, no. Jenny was supposed
to pick us up
half an hour ago.

She probably got delayed
at the hospital again.

Can I drop you somewhere?
I've got an extra seat
in the back.

Oh, that'd be great.

He is such an amazing kid.
You've done a great job
with him, Karen.

- Please.
- No, no. I-I mean it.

You realize how important
these early years are
in Sam's development.

Are you kidding?
I've read all the books.

And, of course I get all
the expert advice I can handle
from my mother-in-law.

I know what you mean.

I've seen her in action.
Oh, boy.

What? Don't you have any
know-it-all relatives?

Oh, listen.
My father wrote the book
on child development.

Fortunately,
it's in Norwegian.

Well, what does he have
to say on the subject?
In English, please.

- What does he not have to say?
- That bad, huh?

No, I-- Actually,
he's one of the most
visionary men in his field.

He heads
a child development clinic
outside of Oslo.

In fact, we're taking Amy
over there next week.

Jenny never said anything to me
about Amy going to a clinic
in Norway.

You know, it would be
a great opportunity
for you and Sam.

Well, I think
Sam's a little young
for a trip to Norway.

Oh, I don't know about that.
A big boy like Sam?

Well, what's so visionary
about your dad's clinic
anyway?

Well, first of all,
it's in a beautiful,
natural country setting.

Amy will be supervised by a team
of child psychologists
who record her progress hourly.

But-- But the thing is you can't
study child development...

and think anyone
is gonna take it seriously
if you only have one subject.

It's just another
case history.

So, what we're setting up
is a control group
of gifted children.

We'll need at least five,
none of them older
than three years old.

- That's why I wanted to talk
to you about Sam being--
- Being one of your guinea pigs?

Oh, Carter.
- You gotta be kidding.
- No.

Nobody's gonna let their kid
go to some snake pit
in Norway...

to be part of some
developmental study.

It's not a snake pit.

Do you think I'd let Amy
have anything with this
unless it was completely safe?

No. But I can't believe that
Jenny's going along with it.

Let's just forget
- the whole subject.
- Well, don't get mad, Carter.

Bless you.

I'm not mad.

We're friends, remember?

And as a friend,
I'm telling you--

the whole idea is crazy.

I mean,
how did you think
that any sane parent...

would allow their kid
to be part of something
like that?

Karen, do you realize that
no one really knows anything
about personality development?

Everything up to now has been,
uh, pure conjecture.

All we psychiatrists do is--
is chase cows after
the barn door has been opened.

Here, for the first time,
we'll have an opportunity...

to observe what happens,
when it happens,

and precisely monitor
the psychological consequences.

Well, not with my kid,
you don't.

- Oh!
- Oh. Are you all right?

Oh, God.
- Something in my eye.
- I've got the wheel.

Gee, I'm so sorry.

Karen, are--
Are you all right?

- I've got something
in my eye.
- Oh, here.

- It hurts.
- Let me have a look.

Look up.
Now-- Now, look down.

- It's just
the tiniest bit of dirt.
- Oh, it hurts.

Here. Just keep
your eyes closed.
I-- I'll get you a, uh--

I'll get a-- a tissue.

- Are the kids okay?
- Don't move! They're fine.
They're fine.

They're fi--
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

What's that smell?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Kiss her.
- What?

You've got about five seconds
before those guys
are in your face.

And what do you think
you look like, killer?
Go on. Kiss her!

Ooh. Well done.

- When did you get out?
- Move over.

Isn't this pleasant?

We just gonna sit here
all day?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm saving your ass,
that's what.

I was just supposed to
come along as an observer.

Right now,
what I'm observing
is very odd.

Twin brothers, chatting
in the front seat of a car...

while the driver is slumped
over the wheel.

What is wrong
with this picture?

- I don't need you!
- "I don't need you!"

Let's get out of here, Carter,
before we're seen,

because, believe me,
we'll be remembered.

You can drop me off
at the next corner.
I could use a drink.

- And don't follow me anymore.
- "Don't follow me anymore."

- Stop that.
- "Stop that."

- Stop it!
- All right. All right.

- Jesus.
- Oh, Carter.

You're a thankless dope.

I was only trying to help,
which, of course, I did.

This thing you're doing
means everything
to the old man.

And you can't fuck it up.

I'm not fucking anything up.

Oh, really. By the way,
what were you planning on doing
with the little missus here?

I'm gonna... take her back
to the park and leave her there.

Very good. I see you've
got this all thought out.

Take her back to the park
and leave her there.
Uh-huh, and then what?

Then, when the chloroform
wears off, she'll be fine.

And when you get home,
the cops will be sitting
on your doorstep.

- I won't hurt her!
- You won't hurt her.
She'll hurt you.

Oh, my God.
What are we gonna do?

I'll tell you
- what we're gonna do.
- What?

First, stop off at your place.
I need to get out of
these clothes.

And then you...
need to get lost.

And then what?

The cat's in the bag,

and the bag
is in the river.

I've been up all night
with Mrs. Bellor.

The radiation seems
to be working.

Honey, I'm gonna
lie down for a bit...

before I take her
for a checkup.

Isn't she beautiful?

Oh, Dr. Nix.

Oh, how horny we are.

Ow. You're hurting me.

That's all right.
I'll get her.

You just wait here.

Okay.

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Shut up.

Stop that.

I was afraid of this.

I wanted him to do this himself.
I didn't want you to help him.

Gee, Daddy. I was only
trying to help out.

If I hadn't been there,
we'd all be fucked.

Carter's an amateur.
He panicked.

Oh, stop it!

I know you, Cain.

Carter weakened
and you stepped in.

We all know your
tough guy act.

But we don't need
a loose cannon here.

Carter can finish
this himself.

Let me tell you
something, Doctor.

I know Carter wants to help,

but we're talking about
stealing kids here
and experimenting on 'em.

You may need this
loose cannon.

Ah, you should never
have gotten out.

You're nothing
but a cheap hoodlum.

I am what you made me, Dad.

Oh, shut up
- and finish your drink.
- I already have.

Then let me
get you another.

You know,

you could get us
all put away for good.

There's no jail
that can hold me.

I'm the escape artist, remember?

I learned it, breaking out
of all those cages
you locked me in.

They were not cages!

They were a specially designed
infant environment.

- They were cages!
- Hush, hush now.
You'll wake the child.

But hey, I'm not one
to hold a grudge.

After all,
where would I be
without you, Baumse?

You wouldn't exist.

That's right.
But I do exist,
don't I?

I'm that fucked-up
experiment of yours
that just won't go away.

Hickory dickory dock.
Cain has picked his lock.
I'm out of here.

The cat's in the bag,
and the bag is going
in the river.

So don't fuck
with me, Dad.

You may lose more than
your license this time.

Have you talked to the others?

- About what?
- About what we're doing.

Are you kidding?

If Margo finds out--

Hey, what did you put in this?

Just something
to relax you.

Ah, you fuckin'--

I want you to sleep now, Cain.

You've done a good job,
but we don't need you anymore.

I want you to relax and sleep.

Carter can handle
everything now.

Daddy, I want to
pick the flowers.

We don't pick them, sweetie.
We just look at them.

No, I want to pick them.

She's a little restless.
Honey, I'm gonna
take her outside.

- Oh, I'll take her.
- No, no, no. You finish up.

We'll be fine.
We're gonna go look
at the flowers.

Huh?

Uh, would you like that
gift wrapped?

- Yes. Thank you.
- I'll be right back.

That's what I would buy
for the man in my life.

How are you?

Fine. And you?

After the funeral,

I was a block of ice.

I... couldn't
bear to feel.

So I felt nothing.

I'm sorry I made
such a mess of it.

I'm staying
at the Garden Court,

if you wanted to just talk.

I'll be there tonight.
We could--

I saw you
come in with Carter...

and your little girl.

I guess I just didn't
thaw out fast enough.

Here's a flower
for you, Mommy.

- Thank you, sweetie.
- Are you finished?

- Yeah. I mean, no.
- Honey, are you all right?
You look upset.

No, I'm fine.
I'm just not finished.

Why don't you take Amy
on to the park,

and I can catch up
with you guys later.

No, I think
it's gonna rain.
We're gonna go on home.

But don't be too long.
Amy needs to spend more time
with her mommy.

- More quality time.
- I'll be home soon.

We'll have plenty of time
for quality time.

- Bye, sweetie.
- Bye-bye, Mommy.

Miss?

Yes?

I'd like this one also, please.

Mr. Dante's room
isn't answering. Would you
like to leave a message?

Yes. Can you tell him
that Jenny O'Keefe called...

and that I have
his keys? Okay.

And I can meet him
at O'Keefe Park--
Camino Park at 1:00.

Um, if he can meet me
by the playground,
that would be great.

Well, they usually are.

I'll watch you.

Hey, Maxine,
be careful.

You're up too high.

Good.
All right.

Go ahead.

- Jenny.
- Hi.

Hi. Where's Amy?

Home, with Carter.

Well, I must have missed
them today. Do you know
what a great guy you've got?

The idea of taking
a day off and spending it
with Maxine...

hasn't even occurred
to my husband.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

No. Uh--

What's the matter?

Sarah, I saw Jack today.

Jesus.

Uh--

I think he still loves me.

Oh, come on.

Isn't it a little late
for that?

He was so flustered
he forgot his keys.

So I'm meeting him here
to return 'em.

You know, I hate to bring
this up, but you are married
to the perfect man.

The perfect man?

Yesterday, out of the blue,
he started to make love to me.

And then stopped
when Amy started to cry.

Well, just because
he was worried about Amy--

He wasn't worried about Amy,
because he didn't even go
to her room.

He went downstairs,
got into his car
and then drove off.

That doesn't make any sense.

Carter isn't making
any sense.

And he's becoming
awfully compulsive with Amy.

He doesn't just
take care of her.
He studies her.

I have this horrible feeling
it has something to do
with his father.

Jenny, you're
not just finding excuses
to start up with Jack again?

I don't know.

Boy, he looks great.

Yeah.

Definitely don't do
what I wanna do.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Nothing's quite as stupid
as making a dramatic exit...

and having to go back
because you forgot
your car keys.

Fortunately, it was a rental.
They sent over another set.

You're very good
at dramatic exits.

- I'm sorry, Jenny.
- It's okay.

I got over it.
And I learned something.

- What?
- To be
the dispassionate doctor.

Let's walk.

3:00?

It's okay, sweetie.
It's all right, baby.

♪ [ Carter Sings Lullaby ]

Why couldn't we just
have an intercom...

to listen to the baby
instead of this TV thing?

I don't know why
I agreed to it.

Taking a couple of years off
from his practice to raise
Amy personally.

Testing out a few new approaches
to child raising right here
in his own home.

Maybe even write a book
about it.

So, I go to work,
and the child psychologist stays
at home, playing house dad.

♪ [ Carter Continues Humming ]

Hmm.

Aw.

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

I can't let Jack open
Carter's present.

Jack's wife, Emma,
was my patient,
dying of lung cancer.

It was agonizing for him.
But he came every night
to sit with her.

My heart went out to him.

I wanted so much
to take away
some of his pain.

Then I realized
it was more than that.

I was falling in love
with him.

Huh? What?

What's going on?

- Leave the room.
- What?

Leave the room.
- You must leave the room!
- What the hell?

Code blue!

- Step out of the way, sir.
- Coming through!

- What have we got?
- We have cardiac arrest.

I have one milligram epinephrine.

What are you doing here?
What are you doing here?

Happy Valentine's Day.

- This for me?
- Uh-huh.

- You came back.
- Well, I just came because--

Why did you run away?
Huh?

I don't know.
I thought I saw someone.

- Where?
- In the woods.

Ah. Well, he's not here now,
is he?

Huh? Is he?

There was someone.

♪ [ Music Box ]

Oh, my God.

Sarah, it's Jenny. Jenny. My God!
Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine. I-I-- I've been worried to death.
Carter's been calling all night.

Oh, no. What happened to you?

I was with Jack. At his hotel all night?

Look. I can't explain right now.
What did Carter say?

Well, since you didn't come home
and no one knew where you were,
he figured you had an accident.

He called all the hospitals
and the police.

He's got the whole world
looking for you.

What are you going
to tell him?

Honey. Honey, it's okay.
I'm right here.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

I had the worst dream.

I'll say. You were moaning
and-and waving your hands around.

I dreamt I was
in the weirdest car accident.

Well, you're okay now.

Why don't I get you
a glass of water?

Okay. Thanks, sweetie.

I've been so worried
about you, honey.

I think you've
been working too hard.

You shouldn't have
to carry the whole load.

It's beginning to take
a toll on you.

I don't know.

Maybe we should
be rethinking this whole
parenting arrangement.

I just don't think
it's been fair to you.

And anyway, one of these days
I'm gonna have to get back
to my own practice. You know?

Maybe we could get
a sitter in,
during the day.

I should go back to work.
What do you think?

I think--

- Dr. Nix.
- Oh, hi, Nan.

- Can you do me a big favor?
- Yeah, of course.

My dipshit boyfriend
forgot to pick me up.

Can you drop me off
at Mrs. Roberts's?

Sure. I, uh--

I just have to
pick something up first.

Can you keep an eye on Amy
for me?

Yeah. Yeah, no problem.

I'll be right back.

Jesus.

Come on. Be a Peeping Tom
on your own time.

We're going
- to lose that kid.
- That's my wife.

No shit.

I married her too soon.

She never got over him.

No question about it.

Look, Carter.
Why don't you just go home.

I'll handle
the babysitter.

I guess you're right.
I don't feel very well.

I better just...
go home and sleep.

That's right.
You go sleep.

I'll take care of everything.

I'll just be you
for a while, huh?

Until this whole mess
is cleaned up.

Poor schmuck.

Ooh.

Ooh. Yes.

Where did you get
that neat trench coat?

I copped it.

You know, Dr. Nix,
I should be going out
with older guys.

I tell you something.

For a man your age,
you're a--
You're still pretty cute.

It's not the mileage, honey.
It's the make.

Keep an eye
on the monster.
I gotta go pee.

I'll be right back.

I know what you're going
to do.

It's a bad thing!

And I'm gonna tell.

Get out of here!

What's the matter? Jenny?

Jenny.

Carter! Carter!

Carter! Carter! Car--

Jenny.

Oh, Jenny.

We were all going
to the beach today,
to have a--

a Valentine's Day picnic.

Jenny took Amy to the park
while I packed up the jeep.

I guess that was at about 8:00.
They were supposed to be back
at 10:00.

- Uh-huh.
- Now, my wife is never late.
I was immediately concerned.

So, I-- I went to the park
to search for them at about
10:30.

But they weren't there.

So, I-- I called up you fellows
and came right over here.

Dr Nix, I'm sorry to say
we've had a few other
disappearances from this park,

and judging
from your description,

your wife and daughter
were likely candidates.

You mean, they might
- have been kidnapped?
- We don't know.

All we know now
is that they've disappeared.[ Whispering ] Oh, no.

Now, you told us you went
there fairly regularly
with your little girl?

- That's right.
- Did you ever notice anybody
that didn't look right,

another man, or a woman
that seemed to be
hanging around?

No.

Wait a minute.

There was somebody.

A man.

I remember because I--
I noticed that he didn't seem
to have a child with him.

Uh-- Why would you come
to a playground
without a child?

Before you run through
the mug shots, why don't you
sit down with our sketch artist.

It would sure be helpful
to get a picture of this guy
out on the wire.

Of course.

Peters, it's Cally.
I want you to do
a sketch for me.

Yeah, right away.
I'll send him over?

See that guy over there?
That's Jay Peters.
He's our sketch man.

Why don't you go over there
and see what you guys
can come up with.

- All right.
- Come on.

And, uh, thanks
for all your help.

Dr. Nix, Jay Peters.

How you doing?
Why don't you
have a seat?

Just do the best
- you can.
- You got it.

Poor guy.

This is getting
- out of hand, Sean.
- Yup.

It seems like
a serial to me.

A detective's dream,
a motiveless murder.
What have we got now?

Two moms,
a babysitter,
and all their kids are gone.

- From the same playground.
- Right.

And there's Dr. Nix.

What do you mean?

Nix. It's the kind of name
that sticks in your head.

- From where?
- From ancient history.

- Oh. Your specialty.
- Let's go home, Mack.

- It's time to go home.
- Aw, Sean, come on. Geez.
I would--

You know I wouldn't
waste your time.

When you retire,
you go home.

You don't come
to the office anymore.
Just go home.

Sit in your favorite chair.
Watch the Shopping Channel.

Go wash your car.
Take your grandkids
to the zoo.

Maybe even
go see a ball game.

What you don't do
is hang around here,

looking over our shoulders
like some goddamn
Monday morning quarterback.

I'm just trying to help
you out.

You're not helping out.
You're in the way.

Yeah? Well, maybe
you could tell me,
who this Dr. Nix is.

It's that guy over there,
working with Peters.

Yeah. Any dope can see that.
But I worked another Nix case
20 years ago.

Twenty years ago.
What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
- that guy's old man.
- Are you sure?

Same name. Same face.

So, what did
your Dr. Nix do?

We got an anonymous tip
he was buying babies.

I remember we caught him
with five.

Five. Was he starting
- a basketball team?
- Who knows?

So, what happened
to him?

After he got convicted,
he jumped bail
and left the country.

He was Swedish or something.
I-- We couldn't extradite him.

Great! Thanks
- for sharing, Mack.
- Just wait a minute here.

At his trial, an associate
testified against him,
a doctor Lynn Waldheim--

still works around here.
I just called
Waldheim's office.

They tell me the doctor
checked into the hospital.

What's the matter
- with him?
- It's a her. Cancer.

I told her about the kids
disappearing, and one of
their fathers was a Dr. Nix.

She says
she'll be right over.

So this is retirement.

I think I'll just have
a heart attack, right here.

I could never retire,
so I don't.

You don't mind, do you guys?

Mack, consider yourself
- back on my task force.
- Thanks, Terri.

Hey, Sean.

Thanks.

I know what you guys
are thinking.

- Like father, like son.
- Slam dunk, right?

It's too easy.

Just because his father's a nut
doesn't mean Carter has to be.

I'm going
with what we got.

Two mothers, a babysitter
and their kids disappear
from the same playground.

Soon as Peters is finished
with that sketch
I want it over there,

shown to everybody
that's been there
in the last month.

Yeah.

When?

We'll be right down.

Car popped up
out of Half Moon Marsh.
Had a woman's body in it.

They just brought it in downstairs.

Oh, God.

Do we bring him?

Let's see how bad she is.

- How's it going?
- He's doing
very well.

It's amazing.
It looks just
like him.

I-I think he was
wearing a trench coat.

- My God.
- Ma'am?

Let me know as soon
as you're finished. Let's go.

- Detective Terri.
- Yeah?

- This is, uh, Dr. Waldheim.
- Oh, thanks
for coming over.

It's uncanny.
He looks exactly
like his father.

- That's Carter Nix.
- It couldn't be anyone else.

And his wife and child
have disappeared?

It gets worse.

We got a dead woman downstairs
that could be his wife.

So much tragedy
in one family.

- Could you walk with us?
- Certainly.

This way.

Are you--
Are you feeling up to this?

I hate this wig.

I told them
to get me a gray one.
My hair is gray.

They couldn't find one.
I look like a transvestite.

Looks fine.

You're very kind,
but you don't lie very well.

So, you were trained
by Dr. Nix?

I took my residency
with him.

- Why him?
- Because he was the best.

I was especially
interested in his work
on multiple personalities.

We wrote a book together
based on one of his patients.

In the book
we called him Cain.

Hmm.
Three Faces of Cain
or something?

He had many more faces
than that, Detective.

Down here.

So what was
the book called?

Raising Cain:
The Creation and Evolution
of the Multiple Personality.

It was a best seller.

They even made a TV movie
out of it.

I heard he made
quite a lot of money.

I wouldn't have any of it.
I had my name removed
from the book.

- Why?
- I didn't want any part
of that kind of money.

What kind of money
was that?

Money profited off
the misfortune of another.

But you still
- wrote the book.
- That's right.

I didn't know all
the circumstances surrounding
the case when I started.

And what were they?
- This way.
- Yes.

Let me explain.

All multiple personality patients,

regardless of the differences
in their background,

seem to share
certain childhood traumas.

When these occur,
the original personality
splinters into others.

For instance, if a boy
is molested by his mother...

or abused by his father,
the original--

Ah.

The original personality
forgets it ever happened.

How could his loving parent
do such a terrible thing?

And he creates
an alternate personality.

This becomes the person
it happened to.

He is the one
who suffers the pain
for all the rest.

Hmm.
Built-in fall guy.

You do something bad,
the other personality
takes the rap.

Sounds very convenient.
Straight ahead.

It is not
a psychological state
one wishes to acquire.

Every time
there is another trauma,

there may be
another personality.

Pretty soon there are scores
of them running around
inside your head,

squabbling amongst themselves
as to which one gets to control
the consciousness.

Only one personality
can control the consciousness
at one time.

So now they're talking
to each other.

Sounds like
- one messed-up guy.
- Yes.

But by carefully observing
and documenting...

the formation
and development
of Cain's multiples,

Dr. Nix was creating
a whole new theory
of personality evolvement.

Mmm? Ja.

There was only one problem.

Only one?
What was that?

- The raw data.
- Raw data?

Elevator.

The raw data was
extraordinarily detailed.

It was as if he had gotten
into a time machine...

and gone back to witness...

each one of Cain's
personality-splitting
traumas as it occurred.

I was never allowed
to meet Cain.

His true identity
was known only to Dr. Nix.

All the information I had,

I transcribed
from tapes recorded
during their sessions.

So how do you think
he got the information?

I never knew for sure.

But years later,
when he got arrested
for trying to buy babies,

I suspected there could
only be one answer.

Yeah?

He had created
Cain's multiple personalities
in order to study them.

He had taken some innocent child
and split its personality.

Now he needed
a control group
to test his theories.

That's what he was
buying the babies for.

Uh-- Uh, to the right.

And you testified against him
at his trial?

Oh. A man like that
should be in jail.

Uh, what happened to Cain?

- Only Dr. Nix knew that.
- Huh.

- What's the story, Al?
- Well, it looks like...

she was put in the car
when she was still alive
and then drowned.

Look at her nails.
See how they're cut
and torn?

Looks like she was trying
to claw her way out.

You should see
the expression
on her face.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.[ Terri ] Yeah?

I think we got lucky.

Lady's picked out the guy
on the bench over there.

He's real close.

All right.

Yep.

Excuse me, sir.
Excuse me.

I'm Lieutenant Terri,
Bay View Police.

Like to ask you
a few questions.

It's just a short ride
and a couple of questions, okay?
You'll help us out a lot.

Short ride?
I could help you out here.

I could--Do you have a car
here in the lot?

Yes, I have--
That's my car right there.

- This is your car?
- I mean, it's a rental car.

Would you give the keys
to Detective Carleton, please?

- I rented it.
- You ride with us.

I don't understand what--
Sure, you can have the keys.

You can have the keys.

I just rented it yesterday.

I'm visiting, uh--
Here, these are, uh--

- What is this?
- What do you mean?

- Huh? What is this?
- I must have rubbed--

- This looks like blood.
- I've never seen that.

- Blood?
- Would you open this?

Yeah, sure.

It's the one
with the round key.

I don't know what
you expect to find.
I'm not hiding anything.

- Weapons or something.
- Just open the trunk.

Oh, my God.

Hello.

Carter?

Yes, sir. Turn on channel six.

That's gonna mean light rain,
and then--

A Bayland Park man
was indicted this afternoon...

on charges he killed
an 18-year old babysitter.

You're a good boy, Carter.

...with the sitter
- is still missing.
- Thank you, sir.

Now meet me at the hotel
at 4:00 a.m., downstairs. According to a spokesman...

for the Bay View
Police Department--Yes, sir. I'll be there.

all of the victims-- The childrens
must be moved tonight.

Good-bye now. Bye-bye, Baumse.

The charges against
Jack Dante, 35,

include first-degree murder
and kidnapping.

He is also being questioned
about the disappearance...

of Sam Bowman, age four,
of Bay View.

The body of his mother,
Karen Bowman,

was recovered
early this morning by police...

from the trunk of her car
in Half Moon Marsh.

Wake up!

Don't move or I'll cut it.

Jenny, What are you doing?
I'm bleeding.

- Oh, my God, I'm bleeding.
- And I can help you.

- Don't let me die, Jenny.
- I want to know what
you've done with Amy.

- Amy? What are you saying?
- I want answers, Carter.

- Oh, Jenny.
- How could you
let me drown like that?

- Drown? What's happened?
- Was it 'cause of Jack?

- Jack?
- You saw us in the park together,
didn't you?

- Yes.
- And you got him arrested
for what you did.

- Help me, Jenny.
- Then tell me where Amy is.

But I don't know where she is.
What are you saying?

She wants to know where her
brat is,

so why don't you tell her
before you get your throat cut?

But I don't know where she is.
I don't know where she is.

- I don't!
- Who are you talking to?

- I do.
- Where?

- I took her to dear old Dad.
- Where is he?

Who are you talking to?

Where's Amy?
Where have you taken her?

Taken her?
Taken her where?

She's-- She's--
She's with my father.

Your father?
What are you saying?

Your father is dead.

No. No. He's not dead.

He's here.
Amy's with him. She's fine.

Tell her, Cain.
Tell her.

- Dr. O'Keefe?
- She's fine.

- Why won't you tell her?
- Detective Terri,
Bay View Police.

- Come on, tell her.
- Carter, get up.
Carter, get up.

Tell her, Cain. Tell her.

- Are you all right?
- Tell her Amy's fine.

Why won't you tell her?

- Dr. O'Keefe!
- Get up.

- You've got to tell her.
- Dr. O'Keefe!

According
to Norwegian authorities,

Dr. Nix took a swan dive
into a fjord 18 years ago.

There was a suicide note,
but they never
recovered the body.

Great.

Carter says
they're with his father.

His father's been dead
for 18 years.

This gets better
all the time.

Let's hope Waldheim
can get somethin' out
of this psycho.

Excuse me.
Here's your coffee,
Dr. Waldheim.

When I got myself
out of the car,

I could only think
of one thing--

If he was crazy enough
to kill me,

what was he gonna do to Amy?

So then I went home,

but she wasn't there.

That's when I called you.

And then Carter came home.

I just wanted him
to tell me where Amy was.

Well,

let's hope
he's not too nuts.

What do you mean?

Too nuts to go to jail.

You mean he might not
go to jail?

First we gotta find out
If he's competent
to stand trial,

and even if he is,
any smart lawyer'll...

plead him not guilty
by reason of insanity.

And, depending on
what Waldheim finds out,

Carter could wind up
a celebrity mental case
in some cushy institution.

He might be out someday?

All he's gotta do
is get better.

Fascinating.

It's quite something,
after writing about him
for years,

- to finally meet him.
- Carter is Cain.

And Josh and Margo
and God knows who else.

Now it is clear to me
how Dr. Nix got
all his precise data.

He traumatized his own son,

then over the years
he observed the effects.

Does Carter know
what he did?

Carter didn't do anything.
Cain did all the killing.

Who is Cain?

One of Carter's multiples.

One of the ones Dr. Nix created
when he abused him as a child.

When something bad is
about to happen to Carter...

or when something bad
has to be done,

Carter blacks out
and Cain takes over.

After the unpleasantness,
Cain exits and Carter wakes up.

He has lost some time.

He doesn't remember
how he got where he is...

or what happened
while he was asleep.

He may be confused,
but his conscience
is clean. Hmm?

So how do we find
the children?

Carter doesn't know
where they are,

but one of
the other multiples may.

And how do we talk
to them?

Hypnotism is the fastest,

though not always
the most prudent method.

Oh, we gotta
find these babies now.

Then I will need
an absolutely quiet space,

where I can be alone
with Carter.

Whatever you need--
and do it fast.

I don't want to
be walking behind
any little coffins.

It's all right.

We'll find 'em.
Okay?

Hah!

She doesn't care
who she fucks
or where she does it.

But don't worry, buddy.

I'm not gonna let
that loving wife of yours
sell you down the river.

Once we get out of here,
I'm gonna put that
two-timing bitch in a box...

she'll never swim out of.

Hey. You remember
that lady cop...

with the rat's nest for a hairdo
that brought Waldheim
her coffee?

Take a look down at your feet.

Don't be so obvious!

Jesus.

Keep your head up.

Now reach down.

Down.

Down.

And pick it up.

Good boy.

Carter,
you're awake now.

I'm a doctor
and I'm here to help you.

Do you understand?

Carter?

- Are you talking to me?
- Yes, I'm talking to you.

Carter, pay attention.

You have to answer
my questions...

so I will be able
to understand
what is going on.

Is that perfectly clear?

- No.
- Why?

Because I'm not Carter.

- You're not Carter?
- No.

Well, wait a minute.
If you're not Carter,
then who are you?

I'm Josh.

Josh.

And where is Carter?

- Carter's inside.
- Inside where?

Can you wake him up
so I can talk to him?

No.

Why?

Baumse would hurt me.

Who is Baumse?

Baumse's my dad.

But your father
isn't here anymore.

- He's dead.
- No, no.

He's here.

I gotta go.

Your father
isn't here now, Josh,

so you don't have
to be afraid.

He'll hurt me.

No, he can't hurt you now.

I won't let him.

- You won't?
- No.

- You promise?
- Yes, I promise.

Okay.

- How old are you, Josh?
- Seven and a half.

Why are you the one
who came to talk to me?

I don't know.

- Why are you here?
- I don't know.

Well, try to think.

What is the last thing
that you remember? Hmm?

I was in a playground.

A playground.

And what happened?

Get outta here!

I saw Cain.

He was gonna do something bad.

Something I'd be blamed for.

I told him it-it was bad.

Then I woke up Margo
and I told her.
She got real mad!

She told me to go to sleep.

Then... I woke up here.

My-- My arm hurts.

That's why I'm here.

- Could you explain that?
- That's what Margo says.

- Margo?
- That's what she says.

Hickory, dickory, dock.

Cain has picked his lock.

He did a bad deed
and Josh comes to bleed.

Hickory, dickory, dock.

Josh,
everything is all right.

Everything is all right.

Do you know
where the babies are?

What babies?

Someone took the babies
and hid them.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no--Now, nobody is going to
get punished for this.

I just want to know
- where they are.
- Oh, no, he did it again!

It was Baumse.
He did it again!

Oh, no.

- What's the matter?
- Shh.

She heard me.

- Who heard you?
- Margo.

She's right behind you.

Don't look.

I shouldn't be talking to you.

How do you know
she heard you?

She's staring right at me--

like I did something bad.

Who is Margo?

She protects the children.

She won't let Baumse hurt them
like he hurt me.

When he tried to take
the children before,

she called up the police
and they stopped him.

- She called the police?
- Yes.

But you said
that he did it again?

- Yes.
- Oh, boy.

She won't just
call the police this time.

- What is she going to do?
- I don't know.

I've gotta get out of here.

Wh-Where is she?

Carter?

Carter. Josh.

Josh, I want to talk to you.

When I snap my fingers,
you are going to wake up.

Josh?

Is this Margo?

Do you know where
the children are?

Where?

Dr. Waldheim?

Dr. Waldheim.

Dr. Waldheim!

Did he tell you
where Amy is?

Where's Amy, Dr. Waldheim?

Oh, my God. My God.

Help. Help!

What's the matter
with you guys?

You almost took
those people out.
What's the matter with you?

Are you blitzed again?

Hey. Hey, guys, guys, guys.

Cool it, man.
I'm cooling it.

Man, you almost took
the taxi cab with you.

You almost took the cab
with you.

You gotta take this thing there
and move it over there.

Move the truck over there,
out of people's ways.

Carter knocked out Waldheim
and escaped.

Let's go. Yeah?

It's Jenny O'Keefe. Where are you?

I'm at the Riviera Motel
at Camino and Third.
I followed Waldheim here.

That's not Waldheim.

Just stay put.

Stay put.
We'll be right over.

I gotta go.

Jesus, man!
Hey, whoa, stop!

You're gonna kill somebody
with that sundial.

Calm down, senor.

Easy. Easy. Okay--

- Okay, now, back it up.
- Is it okay?

Mmm.

Mommy!

- Oh, my God.
- So--

Mommy!this is
my daughter-in-law.

My God! What kind
of a mother are you?

Put that knife down
and come out of there.

Give me my child.

I want my mommy.

I have a gun.

- Mommy.
- Its pointed
at your heart.

Now, if you have anything
to say to me, say it gently.

I don't want you
upsetting the child.

You're her mother.

You're scared and angry.

And if looks could kill,
my dear,

I would be dead.

I want my mommy.

It's okay, honey.

I'm here now,
and we're gonna go home.

Now, drop the knife
and come out of there.

Why are you doing this?

I don't have time to explain.
Carter's waiting
for me downstairs.

Carter is in there.

I want my mommy!

You're a poor liar, my dear.

Carter always does
as he is told.
He is a good boy.

Once we're all safely away,
he'll be yours again.

But you might have to
share him with the law.

Someone will have to pay
for all these terrible crimes.

You did this.

- I did nothing.
- Mommy!

I don't even exist.

Now say good-bye to Amy
and don't upset her.

Can I kiss her?

No! Stay where you are.
Don't force me to kill you here.

It would be very harmful
to the child.

Huh?

Damn you.
Look what you've done.

What's going on there?

Mommy.

- Back up.
- Mommy.

Back up.

- Now.
- Mommy.

Back up.

Do it!

She's not there.
Let's go around front.

Stay in the car!

We all thought Carter
was imagining his dead father,

but he wasn't.

Dr. Nix faked his suicide
so that he could kidnap
the children...

and not have the problem
of the police tracking him down.

Well, what about
tracking down his son?

Once Carter
helped him get the kids,
he was disposable.

Dr. Nix planned to disappear
and leave Carter for the police.

Did they find him yet?

Mm-mmm.

Do you think
he'll come back?

I don't know.
I hope so.

- He needs help.
- He needs to
be locked up.

He needs to be in a hospital.
Amy.

What are you doing?
- Running for sainthood?

- Daddy.
- He tried to kill you.

I know.

Well, just in case
he shows up,
I'd be packing a .45.

Well, Jack's staying
with me now, so--

Better than a .45.

How's it goin'?

Uh, good.

He's been very supportive.

And Amy likes him.

Did you see the new bunny
he brought her?

Amy!

Amy? I'll be right back.

Amy!

Amy?

Amy.

Amy?

Where's Daddy?

Daddy's not here, sweetie.
He's gone away.

Daddy's here.

No, he's not.

Come on, honey,
we've gotta get back.

Come to Mommy.