All language subtitles for Dresssed.To.Kill.1980

It's 47 degrees right now. It's 7:17.

Sports news coming up at 25 after the hour...

and Jack Walters will be having
that exclusive interview with Billy Martin...

and you know that could be fireworks.

Best bet for you folks coming in
from Jersey: Do whatever you got to do...

to use the Holland
rather than the Lincoln Tunnel.

The backup there at the Lincoln
is already a nightmare.

- We're looking forward to some bright blue
skies all day today...
- Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.

with sunshine and highs this afternoon
in the upper 50s.

Especially in the city,
it could get up near 60.

Enjoy it while you can. Old Man Winter's...

gonna be lowering the net any day now.

Lows tonight in the upper 30s with frost...

in some of the colder regions upstate.

You're listening to Willie Craig
on PRN-FM 93.

And if your clock radio
is set to go off at 7:18...

it should be doing that right about now.

Start every day with music here on PRN.

This is a cut from the new
Pandemonium album Lady Stevie.

Peter, you're supposed
to be ready in half an hour!

- Ready for what?
- We're going to the museum today, and -

Mom, I can't go.
I need the rest of vacation to finish this.

We made these plans a week ago, remember?

I know, but I'm way
behind my schedule. I'm sorry.

Peter, have you been up all night again?

Morn, the city science championships
are next week.

Turn that thing off.

Put that down and look at me.

We made a little deal, didn't we?

You know I'm very proud
and excited about your project...

but I don't want you
working all night on it.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.

Mom, this is the most
incredible thing I've ever built.

I mean, this carries.

It carries? Carries what?

Binary numbers.
It can hold up to a 20-digit figure.

Wait a second.
You said it can carry, and it holds too?

It does both. That's the whole point.

There isn't a circuit like this
in any of my books.

I've invented it.

Well, that's great.

That's great, Peter.

What are you gonna call it?

- I don't know.
- Well, come on.

Everybody knows that when you invent...

or discover something, you get to name it.

Like, um, a napoleon.

A what?

The French pastry.
It was named after Napoleon.

Napoleon invented pastry?
I thought he was a general.

Well, you can't fight battles all the time.

He baked as a kind of relaxation.

Are you okay, Mom?

Listen, no more all-nighters, okay?

Okay.

What is this called, anyway?

It's a Peter, of course.

That is, if I ever get it finished.

Okay, I'll let you skip it this time...

but only if you promise
not to work all night.

Okay. I promise.

I promise! All right?

Grandma's gonna be very disappointed...

but it's all right.

I'll explain that you're working
on your Peter.

Hmm.

There's someone at the front door. Yes.

Between 11:00 and 12:00 Thursday, right?

Fine. Bye.

Kate! Good to see you.

Mary's on vacation,
so I have to be my own receptionist.

- How am I doing?
- I hope you're not gonna keep me waiting.

I want to get to the museum early.

I have to be at lunch by 12:30
with Mike and his mother.

No waiting. Go right in.
The doctor will be with you shortly.

So...

what's happening?

My mother's driving me crazy, as usual.

- Did you talk to her?
- Mm-hmm.

She's hinting around
about surprising me for my birthday.

Ah. She's going to come up
from Florida, is she?

That's her surprise.

How do you feel about seeing her?

Well, I feel...

I should want to see her.

It's been six months
since we've been down there...

but she'll just ruin my birthday.

And it's my day, not hers.

Well, now, think.

What are our options?

I could make up an excuse
and tell her not to come.

Mm-hmm.

No, I can't do that.

And let's not forget
it's supposed to be a surprise.

Anyway, it's not her. it's just...

I don't feel up to it, or her, or anything.

How are things going with Mike?

- Fine.
- Good.

No, they're not fine.
What a dumb word that is.

He gave me one of his...

wham-bang specials this morning,
and I'm mad at him.

Isn't that right? Shouldn't I be mad?

Yeah.

Did you tell him?

- What?
- That you were mad at him.

Of course not.

I moaned with pleasure at his touch.

Isn't that what every man wants?

I don't know. Is it?

Don't start that stuff with me.

Don't you think you'd feel better
if you snapped at Mike instead of me?

Think about where your anger is going.

I'm sorry.

Stop apologizing
and tell Mike he makes you mad.

Tell him he stinks in bed?

Does he?

- Yes.
- Then tell him.

Maybe there's something wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong with you.

- Do you find me attractive?
- Of course.

Would you want to sleep with me?

Yes.

Then why don't you?

Because I love my wife...

and sleeping with you
isn't worth jeopardizing my marriage.

Is it worth it to you to jeopardize yours?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Okay. Come on, look at the pictures.

This is so boring.

Look at the pictures.
Come on, Jim, look at the pictures.

That's what we came for.

Hi.

First time here?

Stop it!

Cut it out.

Mommy!

- Mommy!
- You stop it!

I told you to stand there
and be still for one minute!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have been so rude.
Thank you for picking up -

Hello?

Who is this?

It's not polite to stare.

Oh! No!

No... no.

So you really think Auditron's going up?

Well, I got it from a very good source.

- Double, huh?
- You didn't hear it from me.

You know what?
I'm gonna give my broker a little call.

Jesus!

Well, what about -

No! Wait!

Please, you don't understand!

Call the police. Wait!

Please, call the police!

Call the police! Somebody call the police!

Dr. Elliott, this is Lou Freeman.

I'm still in Chicago.

I won't be back in time
for our appointment on Friday.

I'll give you a call on Monday, okay?

Robert, call George.
I'll be home over the weekend.

This is Bobbi.

You won't see me anymore...

so I'm gonna have
a little session with your machine.

Oh, Doctor, I'm so unhappy.

I'm a girl inside this man's body...

and you're not helping me to get out.

So I got a new shrink. Levy's his name...

and he's gonna sign the papers
so I can get my operation.

Oh. I borrowed your razor, and -

Well, you'll read all about it.

Some blonde bitch saw me, but I'll get her.

Remember, if he calls you...

you better tell Levy I'm okay.

Don't make me be a bad girl again.

Dr. Elliott, this is Mrs. Peters.

I just wanted to confirm
our appointment for tomorrow.

2:00, right?

This is Detective Marino from the 13th Precinct.

One of your patients...

Kate Miller, was Killed tonight.

I wonder if you 'd stop
at the precinct and ask for me.

I got some questions I think you can help me with.

Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

- Positive ID.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Eddie.

Take this to the lab and get pictures made.

- Yeah.
- Keep an eye on her purse.

- We got her booked.
- Detective Marino?

- Yeah?
- I'm Dr. Elliott.

Oh, Doctor.

Would you have a seat
outside my office in the corner?

- I'll be right with you.
- All right.

Give me three copies,
and I'll take care of the paperwork.

Why don't you let go of me, will ya?

Are you Kate Miller's son?

I'm Dr. Elliott, your mother's doctor.

Why do you have to be here?

I made Mike bring me.

He's, uh, identifying the -

My mom wouldn't be dead
if I'd gone with her.

Oh, you shouldn't feel responsible
for your mother's death.

If you talk about it,
I might be able to help.

- Do you know who killed her?
- No.

- Then you can't help, can you?
- Not now, maybe.

But later, if you want someone...

to talk to about all this,
ask your father to -

No, he's not my father.
My father was killed in Vietnam.

Take this.

You can call me anytime.

I'm always there all day long.
I'm usually -

Okay, Doctor, let's talk in here.

Call me.

She was picked up by Lockman at the museum.

She spent the afternoon at his place...

and was chopped up in the
elevator on the way out.

That girl out there saw the murderer.

That's terrible.

- Do you know who it is?
- Some broad.

- A woman?
- Yeah.

Miss Blake didn't get a great look at her face
'cause she had on big sunglasses.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Yeah. When you spoke with Mrs. Miller...

Did she say she was gonna meet anybody?

- No.
- Hmm.

- Did she leave your office with anybody?
- No.

- What was she seeing you for?
- Nothing too serious.

She had problems with her marriage,
and I was helping work them out.

- What kind of problems?
- Are you married, Detective Marino?

- Yeah.
- Children?

- Two sons.
- When was the last time you had intercourse with your wife?

What the fuck is it to you?

That's exactly how I feel about
your questions concerning Mrs. Miller.

Hey, look, Doctor...

we got a brutally murdered woman here...

who passed the point
of being embarrassed...

by anything you might tell me.

I guess you're right.

I'm sorry. I'm not used to discussing
a patient's case with outsiders.

I'm not an outsider, I'm a cop!

Let's make it easy for you.
Was she lookin' to get killed?

- You mean, was she suicidal?
- Yeah.

- No.
- So why did she pick up this Lockman character, huh?

- He could've been a killer.
- But he wasn't.

Yeah, but the next guy might've been.
“If at first you don't succeed”?

- You think she wanted to get killed?
- Don't you? Hmm? Look.

We got some hot-pants broad
cruisin' around for some action.

The guy she picked up went down on her
in a cab, for chrissake.

I got a blow-by-blow description
from the cabbie.

After she finishes with him...

she comes on to some weirdo
in the elevator?

Hey, there's all kinds
of ways to get killed...

in this city if you're lookin' for it.

Well, yes, she did have a problem
about her sexual worth.

And this morning...

she asked me if I was attracted to her.

Yeah, but you're not a psycho.

You do know some, though, don't you, Doc?

Yes, of course. I do some work at Bellevue.

Could she have met
one of these nuts at your office?

Some kind of weirdo she could've turned on
that might've followed her?

The term we use,
Detective Marino, is not “weirdo”...

but “a person suffering
from emotional dysfunction...

and a problem of maladaption.”

And they never come to my office.

Are you sure?

How about a new patient?

I mean, how do you know
how nuts they are until you see 'em?

That's possible, but hardly likely.

Doctor...

you're not protecting
one of your patients, are you?

Absolutely not.

Well, Doc, you gotta look at it my way.

See, we got no leads except a witness...

out there who maybe should take. ..

A look at your patients
that were around that morning...

and that way I can be
absolutely sure that my, uh...

“weirdo” isn't your, uh...

“person suffering
from emotional dysfunctions...

and problems of maladaption.”

Peter, come on. Let's go home.

Excuse me.

Okay, Doctor.

I'm sorry you're not more cooperative.

Which means I'm just gonna
have to waste some time...

in getting a court order
to check out your appointment book.

I'm sorry too, but I feel I must protect
the confidentiality of my patients.

Oh, of course.

We're just two professionals
doin' our job, huh?

It's too bad we can't work together.

Come on.

Thank you very much for your help.
I'll be in touch.

Thank you for waiting.
This is the answering service.

- Would you care to leave a message?
- Yes, I would.

- This is Dr. Elliott.
- How do you spell that?

E-L-L-I-O-T-T.

What is the message?

Please say I would
very much like to see her...

and could she call me at my office?

So, Miss Blake...

uh, are you still living
at 93 Nassau Street?

- That's right.
- Mm. Tell me...

how did you happen to be in that building
that Mrs. Miller was killed in?

- I was visiting a friend.
- Mm. And who was that?

Well, it's sort of embarrassing.

I'd really rather not say.

Why?

He's married.

Whoa! What kind of building is this, huh?

Everybody's gettin' laid after lunch?

Well, I didn't say I was “getting laid”...

to use your expression.

What's the matter, huh?

I'm a little crude for you, huh?

That's right.

Look, Miss Blake, let's cut this shit, huh?

I got all the dope on you right here.

Does this look familiar?
Let me see. March 5th -

“Charge: disorderly conduct.

Solicitation for the purpose of prostitution.

Arresting officer: Durham.
Apprehended at the Park Avenue Hotel.”

- Oh, classy arrest!
- Thank you.

Let's face it: You're a whore.

A Park Avenue whore,
but you're still a whore.

Now, who were you fuckin'?

Fuck you.

No. Fuck you.

You're no witness, you're a suspect.

What are you talking about?

We got a murder weapon
with your prints on it.

That's bullshit. Why would I kill her?

- You were there with the razor. You tell me.
- I told you. A blonde woman -

Nobody else saw this blonde woman
enter or leave the building.

You didn't notice
if she had wings, did you?

She was in the elevator. I saw her.

So what were you doing there?

- I had a job.
- Who?

- You want me to get in trouble?
- You are in trouble.

- Hey, I didn't kill her.
- So who were you fucking?

Ted. I didn't get his last name.
He's from out of town.

Oh, that's great. “Ted from out of town.”

That's almost as good as
“the blonde from the elevator.”

it's true. He was standing right behind me.

He saw the elevator doors open and that...

woman inside, all cut up and bleeding.

I know all about Mrs. Miller.
We got her downstairs.

But what about this blonde?
Did he see her too?

I don't know.

Look, Miss, uh - Miss Blake...

you're gonna save me
a lot of trouble by finding...

this “Ted from out of town”...

and getting him in town
and downtown and in here...

to sign his statement
as to exactly what he saw and when.

How am I supposed to know where he is?

If you can't find him, I sure can't.

And anyway, you got a lot better
motivation than I do: your ass.

Now get the hell out of here.
I'm giving you 48 hours.

And don't try to blow town.
I'll be keepin' tabs on you.

Norma? Liz.

Where the hell have you been?
I've been trying to get you all day.

Oh.

Oh, Ted was terrific.
That's why I'm calling.

I'd like to see him again.
When's he coming back?

Two weeks?

That's no good. Um -

Do you have a number for him?
I'd like to give him a call.

What do you mean, your escort service
doesn't give out numbers?

I want to talk to him.

“Trouble”? No, I'm not in trouble.
I just want to talk to the guy.

Okay. Okay, thanks!

Thanks for nothing.

You're just never in.

I've been out myself,
running down that nosy bitch.

I found out where she lives...

so I'm just gonna wait right here...

until she shows her face.

And then I'm gonna cut
those spying eyes out.

What were you calling me about anyway?

It wouldn't be about that murder
I read about in the papers?

Hell of a way to lose a patient.
But you shouldn't try to fuck 'em, Doc.

Hi, Max. it's Liz.

Look, I want to buy 60 shares of Auditron.

- What's it sell for?
- I'm glad I took care of that cockteaser.

- 15.60 a share?
- You would have done the same yourself.

- That's 936 -

Hold it a minute, Max.

I guess that's why I used your razor.

- Hello?
- But don't worry about it, Doc.

- Hi, Norma. Sorry about yesterday.
- Just call the police.

Lost-and-found department.

I know. I was a bad girl.

- Remember, if Levy calls...
- Tonight?

- tell him I'm okay.
- I really can't. Um -

Norma, hold on a minute. I'm talking to my mother.

- Max, when do you need the money?
- That's funny.

- No, I don't want to sell anything.
- Isn't it!

Hold it, Max.

Norma, do you think this
guy might go for 500?

Great. Hold on just a minute.

I'm gonna say good-bye to my mother.

Max, I got the money.
I'll have it for you tomorrow.

Okay. Okay!

Hi, Norma. Think you could put together...

a coffee break and a hot lunch...

for tomorrow?

Yeah, I need a thousand dollars
for my mother's operation.

No, it's nothing serious.
I'm sure she'll be fine.

- Great. What time tonight?
- It's been three to four years since your surgery.

- 8:30. Where?
- I want to show a picture of you...

- prior to the -
- Okay.

- Where did you find that?
- Anything special?

We stole it from People magazine...

- which has an article.
- Thank God straight fucks are still in style.

- This is Nancy Hunt, the transsexual.
- Just in from Cleveland, huh?

- Isn't that something?
- I'll be there.

- You were a war correspondent?
- Among other things.

- And a foreign correspondent in the Middle East.
- I do have a problem...

- but it's nothing serious.
- I did a lot of police reporting...

- and dove on Spanish treasure wrecks.
- Thanks, Norma.

- You did a lot of macho things, then.
- This is very common among transsexuals.

You find, uh -

When I speak of transsexuals,
I tend to speak of male-to-female...

because there are a lot more
than going the other way.

And an awful lot of them
have real macho backgrounds.

I know a police captain, a West Pointer...

a couple of fighter pilots.

You know, most of them tried real hard.

- You were married twice.
- Mm-hmm.

- You're also the father of three children.
- Mm-hmm.

Um - so you - you enjoyed a -

I don't want to say “normal.”
I guess that's a prejudicial way to put it.

But you enjoyed the
traditional role of father.

You've fathered three children,
and you have engaged...

in at least two heterosexual relationships.

Oh, more than that I've always been
a devout heterosexual.

- Cleveland?
- Excuse me?

Room 331.
You're the guy from Cleveland, right?

It's 331. I'm from Cleveland.

Well, hi. I'm Liz from the escort service.

You're kidding.

- It's me.
- Hi!

Yeah, I'm glad to meet you.

Well, are you gonna
pump me dry here or invite me in?

Oh, I'm sorry. Come in.
Could I get you anything -

93 Nassau Street.

Well, come on! Let's go!

Look, forget that address I just gave you.

Drop me at Columbus Circle.

Could you help me out?

Someone's following me.

This is Dr. Elliott again.
Did Bobbi pick up my messages yet?

- Yes, she has.
- She did?

- Yes, she did.
- When?

I'm sorry. I wouldn't know.

Oh. Um...

could you give her another message, please?

Yes. Go ahead.

It is urgent that I see her.

I will be in my office all tonight...

and after 5:00 tomorrow.

What's the going rate on running lights?

Did I lose her?

You're doing swell. Just swell.

But she's still coming.

Look, I didn't deliver, so why don't you
let me take you to dinner instead?

- All right, you got a date.
- Okay.

- I got to go.
- Okay. Listen.

- I'll give you a call.
- Yeah, call me.

Excuse me.

Get out of the way!

- Freak, huh?
- Nearly clipped me, man!

What's she here for?

You know her?

Hey, lady, what you lookin' for?

A train. They still stop here, don't they?

Yeah, they stop here.
They stop down there too.

Am I bothering you?

Naw, you ain't botherin' me.

- Good.
- But you're botherin' me.

- She's botherin' you, Sonny?
- Yeah.

- This bitch is botherin' me.
- What are you gonna do about it?

I'm gonna break her fuckin' ass.

Why break it when we
can fuck it first, huh?

- Lady, where you goin'?
- I don't want to crowd you guys.

- What are you doin' down here?
- Give me a break, huh?

Don't let her get away!

Come on, man! Come on!

Catch her, man!

Shit! Get out of the way!

- Oh!
- Take it easy, lady. This ain't the rush hour.

Where are you guys when somebody
needs you? I was almost attacked.

- When?
- Right here, now...

by those punks.

I don't see nothin'.

They were right here.

- I thought you said you were attacked.

There are, but there's this blonde
that's been following -

Oh, forget it.

Let's get the fuck out of here!

The blonde must be
one of Elliott's patients.

I was unloading my camera when I saw her come
out of his office, and I followed her to you.

- What was that stuff you sprayed?
- Mace I made at home.

- A simple compound of sodium -
- Save the Mr. Wizard lecture.

I wouldn't know sodium from Adam.

It sure worked.

It's temporary blindness.
Only lasts about 10 seconds.

It saved my life.

I know.

I wish it'd saved Mom's.

You liked your mom a lot, didn't you?

Yeah.

I miss her.

Do you want some more Coke?

Yeah. Yeah, thank you.

How do you like my painting?

It's, um, very nice.

I bought it a couple years ago for $500.

But you know, it's really
a great investment.

I mean, 10 years from now,
it could be worth a million dollars.

More if the artist dies, of course.

Well, good luck with it.

Thanks.

Doesn't your father wonder where you are?

He's not my father. He's my stepfather.

I told him I was spending the night
at my friend Paul's.

I'll take you home tomorrow.

I don't want to go home.
Miss Blake, I've got -

- Call me Liz, okay?
- Liz, I've got pictures of that blonde...

from a camera I hid
outside Elliott's office.

We got to get in, get Elliott's
appointment book, and get her name.

That's what the police are for.
Let's talk to Marino.

Fine, you talk to Marino.
I'm gonna find out the blonde's name.

Who do you think you are? Superman?

- You're just a kid, for God's sake.
- I'm the kid that saved your life.

All right, uh, look.

Let me talk to Marino.

If he cops out, then I'll help you.

Okay.

But you can't mention my name.
Mike would kill me.

I'm supposed to be, uh...

Studying for a French exam.

Well, your friend's covering
for you tonight, right?

Well, I'm your friend too.

I'll be the best cover you ever had.

Okay.

You sure you're gonna be okay here?

Fine.

Well, here you go.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Marino, I got to talk to you.

- Mr. Out-of-town turn up?
- No.

- Then send for your overnight bags.
- You know I didn't kill that woman.

You're still my best bet.

For your information,
she tried to kill me last night.

Really?

Is that supposed to be
concern in your voice?

Hey, I take a professional interest
in our citizens knockin' each other off.

Where did this happen?

She followed me into the subway.
I thought I lost her there...

but she was waiting -
she tried to slash me -

- Any witnesses?
- Yes.

Who?

- I can't tell you.
- Out of town again?

No, I just promised
I wouldn't say anything.

This has a familiar ring to it.

Look, Marino, I'm not interested
in your wise-ass remarks.

- Someone's trying to kill me, and I need help.
- I'll help you. I got a nice cell.

You'll be very safe. Hey, Eddie.

Look, I know the murderer's
one of Elliott's patients.

- How do you know that?
- She came out of his office.

Did you see her?

No, not exactly, but I know she came out.

You got to get his appointment book.
Her name's got to be in it.

I hope you make
a better hooker than a detective.

- I thought about Elliott's appointment book a long time ago.
- So?

So you can't just walk into some shrink's joint
and start goin' through his books.

You need a search warrant.
And judges take a long time...

before they let you start
snoopin' around some shrink's office.

'Course, uh...

that wouldn't prevent
a paranoid murder suspect...

from breakin' in.

You know, uh, searchin' for
some evidence to defend her case.

I get it. You want me to break in for you.

Hey, I don't want you
to do anything illegal.

You can quote me on that.
But I'm bookin' you tomorrow.

You got it? Tomorrow.

- I'm Dr. Levy.
- How do you do?

I'm Dr. Elliott.

What can I do for you, Dr. Elliott?

- You're seeing a patient of mine.
- That's right.

- I believe she's dangerous.
- Really? In what way?

She's causing me trouble because
I wouldn't approve her sex-change operation.

What kind of trouble has she caused you?

She's threatened me several times
over the phone.

She also stole my razor.

Why would she do that?

Did you read about the woman
slashed to death in an elevator?

- It was on the front page. I could hardly -
- Kate Miller, the victim, was my patient!

You don't think
Bobbi had anything to do with that?

My razor's gone.
Kate Miller was killed with a razor.

- Nobody else could have taken it?
- Doctor, I am not paranoid.

Bobbi has threatened me,
she said she was going to hurt me...

my patient was slashed to death,
and my razor's gone.

You don't have to be a detective
to figure it out, do you?

Come with me and, uh,
we'll talk to the police.

I've already been to the police.

I didn't tell them about Bobbi.
I wanted to talk to her first.

I wanted to be absolutely sure it was her.

But she wouldn't return my calls.

I was hoping you'd be able to help.

Um, yes, I'll help.

I'll talk to her.

If I agree with your diagnosis,
we'll go to the police.

Thank you. Please let me know what happens.

Do you know why Bobbi
came to me in the first place?

No.

Why don't we go to my office
and try to get in touch with her?

I'm late for an appointment now.

Why don't you call me at my office
when you've reached her?

All right.
You're sure you'll be at your office?

Yes, I'm sure.

I'll call you there.

Peter Miller. I left some Super 8 film.

There's four dollars there.

I timed Elliott's patients
coming out of his office.

The fastest was eight seconds...

so I set my camera to go off every
four seconds so I'd get a shot of everybody.

That's her.

She must be his last appointment.

- We got to get a look in that book.

I know. Marino wants it too.
Only, I can get it for him faster.

No legal red tape, just my ass.

Look, I'll get it.
Nobody cares about my ass, right?

I'm just a grief-struck kid.

Yeah, but what a kid.

Okay, I got an idea.

- It was very nice of you to see -

It was nice of you to see me so soon.

I try to keep my nights open
for returning phone calls...

or in case a patient needs some extra help.

I was worried about you.

You've had a terrible experience.

I know.

I didn't realize it...

but I've been having
these terrible nightmares.

Oh. What were they about?

Well -

I have to get a cigarette.

I'm in this house that I've never
been to before, visiting a friend.

He's not there.

I'm watching TV...

and the doorbell rings.

- It's a man.

He's big, dark.

He says his car broke down
and he needs to use the phone.

I believe it and let him in...

although I know something's wrong.

He closes the door...

locks it, and takes out a razor.

He says he's not gonna hurt me.

Then he tells me...

what he's gonna do to me...

and how much I'm gonna like it.

All the time he's talking...

I can see the bulge in his pants.

He orders me to strip.

I do it...

keeping one eye on the razor.

He drops his pants.

He forces me down...

on my stomach.

He spreads my legs...

kneels down behind me...

and rests the cold blade -

...forcing it -

I'm sorry.

What's the matter?

It's just so dirty.

Why do you say that?

Look, I know what dirty is,
and this is dirty.

Well, why don't you just talk about it?

I'm sure it's not as bad as you think.

It's very bad.

And you're talking to an expert on “bad.”

Oh, really?

What makes you such an expert?

- Cause I'm a hooker.
- Ah.

And I've done most of the bad things...

you just read about.

Do you like doing these things?

- Sometimes.
- What do you like about it?

I like to turn men on.

I must do a pretty good job,
because they pay me a lot.

Do you ever have sex that's not paid for?

Is that a proposal?

No.

It's what we psychiatrists call
“a question.”

Yes.

- “Yes” What?
- Yes, I do, from men that turn me on.

What sort of men turn you on?

The mature, doctorly type.

Like you.

Are you sexually attracted to me?

Yes. Are you?

- Attracted to you?
- Uh-huh.

Yes.

But this isn't a social visit, is it?

You've come here for help, and my job
is to offer emotional assistance.

How about some sexual assistance?

Do you want to fuck me?

- Oh, yes.
- Well, why don't you?

- Because I'm a doctor, and -
- Fucked a lot of doctors.

- And I'm married.
- Fucked a lot of them too.

Don't you think
we're getting off the point?

- Do you mind if I take off my coat?
- No.

And the rest too?

Now, why would you want
to do a thing like that?

Well, because of the size
of that cock in your pants.

I don't think you're so married.

Well?

What do you think?

I think you're a very attractive woman.

Would you like to touch me?

Uh, yes and no. Yes, because I'm -

- Why don't you?
- I told you why.

Oh, that's right. You're a married doctor.

I remember now.
I think you're full of shit.

You do?

Just because I happen to have
personal and professional ethics?

Look, Doc, I think you're kind of shy.

So, uh...

I'm gonna go powder my nose...

and when I come back...

I hope to find your clothes
right next to mine.

And if not, we can just get back
to the mind-fuck.

Dr. Elliott?

Dr. Elliott?

Dr. Elliott?

You really are shy, aren't you?

Liz! Liz!

Behind you!

Liz! Liz!

She's right behind you, Liz!

- So you had me followed.
- That's right.

You've met Betty Luce, one of our best
young police... persons.

So when I told you I was attacked,
you thought I was nuts.

Detective Luce told me
she lost you at Columbus Circle.

I didn't figure there was another blonde
following you. Who would?

And you wrote me off as a girl
with an overactive imagination.

- Somethin' like that.
- And she followed me to Elliott's.

That's right.

Thank God.
What's wrong with that guy anyway?

- He was a transsexual.
- What?

A transsexual.

About to make the final step,
but his male side couldn't let him do it.

“Male side”?

There was Dr. Elliott, and there was Bobbi.

Bobbi came to me
to get psychiatric approval...

for a sex-reassignment operation.

I thought he was unstable,
and Elliott confirmed my diagnosis.

Opposite sexes inhabiting the same body.

The sex-change operation
was to resolve the conflict.

But as much as Bobbi tried to get it...

Elliott blocked it.

- So Bobbi got even.
- By killing Mrs. Miller.

Yes. She aroused Elliott...

just as you did, Miss Blake.

You mean when Elliott got turned on,
Bobbi took over?

Yes. It was like Bobbi's red alert.

Elliott's penis became erect...

and Bobbi took control, trying to kill...

anyone that made Elliott
masculinely sexual.

When Elliott came to my office,
it was the first time...

I saw Bobbi's masculine self.

When he told me that he thought...

Bobbi had killed Mrs. Miller,
he was confessing himself.

I immediately called Detective Marino.

So why the hell didn't you stop me
from going to Elliott's?

Why? Because I was
at a football game with my kids.

By the time I spoke with Dr. Levy,
you were already there.

So you never really thought
I killed Mrs. Miller.

No, but I had to get
into Elliott's office...

to find out which weirdo did...

so I pressed you into service.

Are you kidding?

I had Miss Luce there tailin' you...

to make sure you didn't get
into too much trouble.

Thanks.

Well, it's always wonderful...

to be of some assistance to the police.

Are you kiddin'?

So, uh, what's gonna happen to Elliott?

Well?

There's men and women who think
they're born in the wrong body.

They're called transsexuals...

and all they want to do
is have their sex changed.

How do you do that?

If you're a man that wants to become
a woman, you take female hormones.

What do they do?

Well, your skin softens...

you grow breasts,
and you don't get hard anymore.

Great.

Sure you want to know about this?

Yeah, yeah. It's giving me some, uh...

wonderful new ideas for a science project.

Instead of building a computer,
I could build a woman...

- out of me.
- Great idea.

In that case, I'll give
you all the details.

The next step is surgery.

Let me see if I can remember
the exact word Levy told me.

Oh, yeah: a penectomy.

- Mm. What's that?
- Oh, you know -

They take your penis
and slice it down the middle.

Yeah, that's, uh, what I thought it was.

Then, um, castration...

plastic reconstruction,
and the formation of an artificial vagina.

A vaginoplasty, to those in the know.

And I thought Elliott just put on a dress.

He did, and a wig too.

But that's no good in bed,
when you got to take everything off.

What's gonna happen to him now?

First he has to recover from the gun wound.

And if he's ever sane enough
to get out of Bellevue, they'll try him.

And guess who's the star witness.

- You.
- Right.

Something I'm really looking forward to.

Well, I think I'm gonna stick
with my computer.

That sounds like a very good idea.

Look, Liz, um, I got to get
home and get to work.

Gee, I'm gonna miss having you on my tail.

It made me feel kind of safe.

Look, you want to come home with me?

- I'd love the company.
- Wouldn't Mike mind?

Well, Mike's out of town
on a business trip.

We got plenty of room.

Great. I could sure use the vacation.

Good. Good. I'll get the check.

No! No! No! No!