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It's just, I don't know, I feel disconnected from everyone since I moved

It's what I wanted, after all. I mean, back home, everyone knew me, and I hated

it.

So I guess I found what I was looking for, and now I just feel lost.

And now it's spending half its time in Europe without me.

It's just not what I expected when I married into royalty.

I thought I'd improve my quality of life by accepting the buyout, but now I have

the same problems and less money.

I mean, how can anyone live in L .A. on 20K a month?

Oral hygiene is very... important to me. I just can't stop thinking about teeth,

even when I'm asleep.

Teeth, teeth, teeth.

I don't even know what's wrong with me, because one time I broke up with this

guy I was dating, because one time he smiled really big, and he had a great

tooth, and I just lost him. You know, like, if they can't take care of their

teeth, they can't take care of me.

I thought that Paxil was the answer, because I could still have a drink now

then, but it made me so wired all the time.

Prozac and Zoloft killed my secretary, and my wife threatened to leave me.

Xanax turned me into a sloth, and Pondemon?

It broke me out in this rash.

I guess there's always Valium, but I was kind of hoping for something more.

You know, cutting edge.

What do you think?

A lot of people in this city have problems.

They tell me all about them.

They talk, I listen.

I charge $300 an hour.

Sometimes they want advice, sometimes prescriptions along with it, but usually

talk is enough.

My patients usually have a lot more money than answers.

Mostly, they just want someone to listen without holding it against them, and I

don't. It's good for them, and good for me, too.

Easier to keep a distance.

Distance is crucial for me.

All that changed when I met Lisa.

I never guessed where things would go, especially considering the way they

started. In fact, for a while, I didn't think she was going to talk about

anything at all.

I'm sorry. I don't know where to start. I don't mean to keep wasting your time.

This is your time, however you feel you need to spend it.

But we do only have a few minutes left today. Is there anything you want to

about before next session?

Something you'd like to work on between now and then?

No, I don't think so.

I just get so mad at myself sometimes.

Why is that?

For wasting another session on nothing.

When you first came to me, you said you wanted a twice -a -week schedule.

Maybe you'd feel more comfortable if we tried just once a week.

I don't know.

I feel so alone in the world. Do you know what I mean?

And I just wish I wasn't so afraid all the time.

Why? Is there something in particular you're afraid of?

I think my life is in danger.

Every night, I go to sleep, fearing that I'll be killed before I wake up.

Well, forgive me, but this is our eighth session, and is there some reason why

you've waited until now to mention this?

I was afraid you wouldn't believe me.

Okay, perhaps we should stick with the twice -a -week schedule.

We'll pick this up on Thursday.

Same time, then? No, please let me stay. I'll pay for another hour.

I'm sorry, but we're past our time. I have another patient waiting.

I understand.

Thank you, Dr. Benson.

I believe you are someone I can trust.

I apologize for not realizing that earlier.

Carrie, will you send in Mrs.

Chambers, please?

Hey there, Rick.

Guess you're out peeping in someone's windows again.

Tomorrow at 9 works fine with me. We'll see you then. Bye.

This is Dr. Benson.

Any messages for me?

Thanks for being so understanding.

I feel silly for acting the way I did last time I was here.

There's no need to feel silly, but let's talk about it now.

How long have you feared for your life?

Well, I had a dream last night.

Can I talk about that instead?

You could, but last session you were quite upset that we couldn't talk about

fears you were feeling.

You've always told me it was up to me how I spent my sessions, and I really

to talk about the dream.

It concerns me.

How does it concern you?

Always the same, only different.

The dream is different?

Everything is different.

There's a man with me.

A stranger.

Is there anything familiar about the man?

I don't know.

Sometimes I think so.

The men are always different.

Lisa. Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Dr. Benson.

How is this dream related to your fear?

I don't know, but I always feel terrified when I wake up.

Did you feel frightened just now?

No. But you were here. I feel safe with you.

I'm afraid I don't specialize in issues that are primarily sexually related.

Oh, I didn't know. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

That's all right.

I'd like to refer you to a highly qualified colleague, Dr. Hillary

She does very good work in this area.

Well, if I promise not to talk about sex, can I continue to see you?

Well, issues of sexuality play a major part in many people's lives.

If you feel terror after waking from an erotic dream, you should focus on that.

See, your dreams may represent something totally different than you think.

You shouldn't dismiss them.

It's more important that I have someone I trust, and I trust you.

Well, if you promise to see Hillary, then you may continue with me through

transition period.

Thank you.

I have no one else.

Hello. Tom, you in there?

Oh,

I'm sorry.

What is it? A new patient?

A little woman?

Am I getting warm here?

I can't talk about my cases. You know that.

I also know you better than anybody else. I can tell when somebody's getting

under your skin, like before.

Another round.

Hi. Great, thank you.

You know, another one of these and I'm going to have to take away your car

It's my last one, I promise.

All right, I was thinking about a patient.

But I referred her to Hillary Ferguson, so it's done.

It must be somebody special for you to ship her off so fast.

No, it's nothing.

Just... There's something about her. Something I can't quite... Ah, forget

I shouldn't be thinking about her anyway.

Oh, shit. I gotta go to work. What? It's almost midnight.

Privatized work is never done.

So what's the case?

Well, some guy in Silver Lake, he thinks his wife is fucking around on him.

Is she?

Well, she wasn't. Till her husband hired me.

You're not. I couldn't help myself. The lady's got legs like a fucking python.

Pythons have legs?

You know what I mean.

Impossible. At least unpredictable.

Now, wait a minute now. So does this lady know that her husband's paying you

have her follow him? Yeah, sure.

She even poses for pictures, man.

She tells her husband she's going out with the girls. I take a couple of shots

of her on a stool in some bar. She tells him she's going to the movies. I snap

her at the box office.

I'm not only making the guy happy, but she's getting a documented photo record

of her alibis.

Such a sweet story.

Hey, don't knock it.

You're really nice to me.

Maybe I'll give you some copies of the extra special ones.

Well, well.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Weiss. Hey, Murphy.

What are you doing here? I thought only scumbag cops hung out in this joint.

Just thought I'd see how the other half lives.

Still hanging around with the whores?

Only your daughter.

Hey, Doc.

Still on the wagon?

Good for you.

Get off his back, Murphy.

You got a problem with me, you leave him at it.

Problem with you?

It's your brother who thinks he's smarter than me.

I just want to let him know I haven't forgotten.

Hey.

Hey, come on, don't worry about it, huh?

Little Prick's just pissed off because you solved his case for him, you left

nothing to do.

Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. Hey, if he gives you any more shit, you let

know, all right?

Sure.

Sorry, I gotta run.

Come on, my brother.

These are on me.

You take it easy. All right.

I spoke with Dr. Ferguson this morning, and she told me that you didn't show up

for your first session.

Now, I agreed to continue seeing you to help with your adjustment to a new

therapist, but you have to do your part, too.

Walter was wrong, as usual.

Who's Walter?

My husband.

Your husband?

He's the one who insisted that I come to see you. He's paying for these

sessions.

I thought you said you were alone.

The times I feel most alone are when I'm with him.

I'm sure I'm not the first woman who's ever felt that way.

Well, that's true, but it has been more than a month and you've never mentioned

him and you don't wear a ring.

I only wear a ring when I'm with him.

He'd be angry if I didn't.

I keep trying to tell him about my dreams, but he won't listen.

Instead of listening, he sends me to another shrink.

Well, if there have been many therapists, why did you tell me that

first time?

I don't know. I was embarrassed about my marriage, about everything.

I'm sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Tell me about your husband.

He's a vicious, feeble old man.

He tries to control me with his money.

I suppose he's pretty successful at it.

He gives me lovely things. All my clothes.

Everything his money can buy.

It's not enough.

He won't even touch me. He just looks at me like I'm some kind of pet to him or

some rare antique.

I knew it was a mistake to marry someone so much older.

How old is he?

I don't even know.

We've been married almost a year and he won't say.

Old and vain. What a combination in a man, huh?

Why did you marry him?

His money.

I'm not proud of it, but I was desperate.

It was Walter's idea for me to come to you. I've been having these nightmares

for months. He said you could help me with them, that these kind of dreams

your specialty.

He said you wrote a book.

Exercising Your Sexual Demons. Yes, I wrote that.

A long time ago.

I don't do that kind of work anymore.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I believe this is a very important issue for you.

And I'm going to have to insist that you see another therapist from now on.

Now, if you don't want to see Hillary for some reason, I can give you another

referral.

I understand.

But I had another dream last night.

Please let me tell you about this one.

I promise I'll reschedule with Dr. Ferguson first thing tomorrow.

Please?

Go on.

Thank you.

Another stranger is with me.

But it feels as if we're not alone.

Like someone's watching.

Who is watching?

I don't know.

But I soon forget about it.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm sorry. I heard... It's fine, Carrie.

You'll be just fine.

So when are you going to buy yourself a car that won't keep breaking down?

You make enough money looking in people's windows?

Oh, well, that old Porsche's done good by me. I can't just abandon her.

Yeah, you love her, but you don't take care of her.

Just like all the other women in your life.

Direct hit, but thanks for the lift anyway.

I promise I'll return the favor for you as well.

Jack said that he'd have the new wiring done by noon tomorrow, so it should...

You in there, Tom?

Yeah, it's a hard day at the office.

You still thinking about that, babe?

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were acting like me.

Oh, maybe it's a family trait.

If so, you got the recessive gene.

I got the family market cornered on thinking with my dick.

I wasn't doing that.

I feel so stupid getting so worked up.

Just be careful.

It's what got me thrown off the force.

You ever miss it?

What, acting like an irresponsible asshole? I do it all the time.

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss it.

Being a cop is all I ever wanted.

You were a damn good cop, Rick.

Yeah.

Yeah, then I wound up in vice.

Too perfect a fit, I guess.

Since I've been a PI, though, the worst that's happened to me is I've had my

license suspended a few times. But who's counting?

You are hopeless. You know that. Yeah, I know. I know.

That's my nature. I can't help it.

But you can.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Where are you going? I live that way.

You're working tonight, right?

Well... Uh -huh.

Well, you need a car, obviously, and it is supposed to rain hard tonight, so...

What about you?

I can take a cab in the morning.

Your car will be ready tomorrow, right?

Oh, yeah.

Promise me you'll drive safe.

You got it.

I'm so glad you're home.

I'm so scared.

Another nightmare.

Where did you find my house?

Please, you've got to let me in.

The dream was about the man in the basket.

Lisa, Dr.

Ferguson is your therapist now. When's your next appointment with her?

but... Then go home. Just try and get some sleep.

No, I can't go back to sleep.

I'm afraid something's going to happen to me.

Well, you know they're just dreams, right?

Yes. Well, then you can tell Hillary all about them tomorrow.

I'll call her service right now and leave a message for her and let her know

that you're frightened.

No, I can't go back home.

I didn't know where else to go or who to trust, but I knew I'd be safe with you.

Please, let me come in just until morning.

I don't know. That's not a good idea.

I've got nowhere else to go.

All right, come in out of the rain and we'll decide who to call.

Let me make a couple of calls for you. There's some places I know where I

I think someone's following me.

Well, if someone's following you, you should go to the nearest police station.

I trust you.

I'll do whatever you say. Just please don't leave me alone.

Why is it you feel you can't go home?

I'm afraid of Walter.

Is it Walter who you think is following you?

No.

Yes. No, I don't know.

But he thinks I'm crazy, and I'm not crazy.

You know I'm not crazy.

I'm not your therapist anymore.

No, but you know me.

If I promise to see Hilary Ferguson tomorrow, will you let me stay here

I'll sleep on the couch. No, I still see that as a conflict.

How about seeing me as a person instead of a conflict?

You told me I could trust you.

Well, you can, but now that I... You're the only friend I've got.

Well, the least I can do is get you some dry clothes.

Are you hungry?

Starving.

All right.

Maybe second time's a charm for this food.

I'm sorry I ruined your night tonight. I just didn't know where else to go, but

I knew I'd feel safe with you.

Now, if I let you stay the night, you promise you'll call Dr. Ferguson in the

morning? I promise.

I'm really glad you're not my therapist anymore.

Should I be insulted?

No.

No, it's just more important for me to have a friend right now. I know you

didn't have to be so nice to me tonight.

All my life, I've gotten used to people hating me and resenting me.

Why do you think that is?

I guess it started with my mother.

She was always telling me I was ugly and I was crazy.

After a while, you start believing the reviews.

I was 14 the first time I tried to kill myself.

Couldn't even get that right.

After that, my mom tried to have me committed, but I ran away from home and

lived on the streets until I met Walter.

Walter saved me, but he always held it against me, you know, lorded it over me.

You see why I have a hard time trusting people?

It explains a lot.

What is it?

Nothing. Just thank you.

You'll never know how much that means to me.

Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. No.

It's okay.

You want to tell me about it?

I can't.

Hey. I always listen to Adam.

And I always listen to you.

I'm not your patient anymore. I'm just your friend, remember?

After I wrote my book, it seemed like all of my patients were sexually

dysfunctional people.

But one was an especially fascinating, beautiful

woman.

You remind me of her.

You're very sweet.

She said she had been having nightmares just like you.

From outside.

I heard sounds of a struggle.

As soon as I was there, I wished I wasn't.

It was the first time I'd ever let myself step over the boundaries like

When he saw me, he just went wild.

I woke up in the hospital.

I never could figure why he didn't kill me.

It even took a while for the cops to get off my case about it, as if I was a

suspect.

The police said there was barely enough of the woman left to make an ID.

The guy turned out to be her husband.

Long psychiatric and criminal record, spousal abuse charges, the whole nine

yards.

I've always thought maybe I was the cause of her death, either by not acting

soon enough or maybe by acting at all.

I didn't work for a year, and when I did come back, I decided to stay away from

those kind of cases.

It wasn't your fault.

I tried to help her.

Most people would never even try.

I thought I was finally past it.

Then I met you, and all those memories started coming back. I mean, you remind

me so much of her.

Lisa? Santa Monica, please.

Your brother, an hour ago, said he was returning your car.

You're supposed to give him a ride to lunch. Was he pissed off?

No, he said he'd take a cab. And he'd see you tomorrow night at Jerry's.

I'll call him later.

I tried calling Miss Watkins, but the number we have for her is disconnected.

Disconnected? It's disconnected. It's not in service. There's no forwarding

number.

All right.

Try information under a Walter Watkins. Will do.

Your three o 'clock is early. Do you want me to send him in?

Yeah, send him in.

Hey there, Nicky. Hey, thanks for seeing me, Dr. B.

I just don't know what I'm going to do. What's on your mind? I'm afraid I'm

sinking to depths of self -parity, previously unknown in the universe.

Oh, now, don't you think you're being just a little hard on yourself?

No, no, I've never been hard enough on myself.

I've lost all my credibility.

People used to know what to expect from Nicky Diamond.

Pure rock and roll entertainment.

Straight from the fucking heart.

Right from here.

Without that essential honesty, what's left?

Not a fucking thing.

I was playing a gig last week. I didn't know if I was plugged in or unplugged

in. My manager, I asked him what he thought. He didn't know what I even

He saw me playing the poxy roxy, for God's sake.

Is that good for me? I used to look him in 50, 55 thou.

The door's open for me, for God's sake.

Walter saved me, but he always held it against me.

You know, lorded it over me.

You see why I have a hard time tracking people?

I don't know anyone else.

I'll talk to the manager. I can't... I mean, I can talk to you. I'm listening.

There's no listening anywhere for Walter Watkins.

Let me see her file.

If you're worried about her account, she's paid in full.

Up to her last session, always in cash.

No, I've just heard she's been missing her appointments with Hillary, and I

wanted to ask her about that.

Thanks, Carrie. Sure.

I have something to ask you.

It's you, always asking questions.

Why was that address in your file?

I doubt you really lived there.

What would you think of a girl who lived in a place like that?

Besides, I doubt Walter would like it.

So you don't live there. Do you work there or what?

That place?

Of course not.

Then why did you list it as your address?

Well, I go there sometimes.

It helps me escape.

And I left it at my address when I don't want to admit to my miserable real

existence, which is most of the time.

What about your phone number?

It's voicemail. I don't want Walter getting my call.

The number's disconnected.

Well, I forgot to pay the bill, okay?

So it was just a coincidence that you were at the club tonight?

No. I followed you there.

I wanted to see you, talk to you, and went to your office. You were just

leaving, so I followed you.

Is that how you found my house the other night, by following me?

What do you mean?

Well, how did you get my home address?

The first night you came here, you didn't answer me.

Your service gave it to me.

They would never do that.

Well, maybe they thought I'd be good for you.

Well... I don't remember how I got it. What does it matter?

It's just that there are some things here I don't understand.

There are a lot of things in this world that none of us understand.

You of all people should know that.

You're the doctor.

I think we should take a break from seeing each other.

Why? It might be best if there's more time between our patient -therapist

relationship and this.

Whatever it is.

But that's not fair.

I gave you up as a therapist so I could see you. Now I can't?

I would never have come to see you if Walter hadn't insisted.

He thinks I'm crazy.

Maybe I am.

Crazy to let myself be manipulated by you.

Lisa. You don't want to see me?

Fine. You got it.

Just promise me one thing.

My husband can never find out.

If he did, he'd kill me.

In the parking lot? You're fucking kidding me.

Right there.

And I didn't care who saw us.

Fuck celibacy. Fuck sobriety.

This woman's so good for you.

How come you look like a man who's trying like hell to drown his sorrows?

Hey, give me some slack, okay?

Now, I'm not used to talking to you about these kinds of problems. Usually

stream flows in the other direction.

Look, every family is entitled to one fuck -up, but two is pushing it.

Everybody looked up to you, especially me.

Now, I know it's my job not to trust people, but I remember how

it went down last time, how messed up you were.

You didn't even fuck that chick.

Hey, there's one thing I'm dedicated to. It's not letting history repeat itself.

Let me check her out.

See if she's the victim. I'll find out if she's something else.

I'll find that out, too.

It's my job, remember?

Okay.

Do you have any information, anything?

Phone numbers, her address?

No, at home.

Come by later, I'll give you what I've got.

She says her husband's never forgiven her for her past.

What has he got on her?

Was she a hooker?

Was he one of her jobs?

No, I don't think so. She said she was a runaway and he took her in.

Now he's using her past as an excuse to treat her like shit.

Works both ways.

In my experience, I find women are waiting for you to fuck up,

hoping you will.

So they can remind you of it forever.

Then they can use it as carte blanche to do whatever they want. And if you ever

question them about it, well, they'll just tell you that it's all your fault.

And then, when they fuck you over, it somehow reminds them of how you're to

blame.

Well, that's a pretty fucked up way to look at things.

I know.

But it's one of the two essential facts I know about women.

Oh, great. What's the other one?

That they are magical creatures, I absolutely adore them, and I can't live

without them.

Like that.

What do you think?

Well, I'm not about to encourage it.

She just might be the one to reaffirm my faith in women.

Yeah, well, God knows you could use it.

Anyway, I gotta go.

I don't know who he is. He's not a patient. I tried to make him wait

but he insisted.

That's okay, Carrie. I'll take care of this.

Can I help you with something?

I certainly hope so.

I'm Walter Watkins.

You're Walter Watkins?

Lisa's husband.

I'm sure she must have mentioned me to you.

Yes, yes, of course.

I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you.

It's all right.

Please.

Do a good job with Lisa and you'll never have to see me again.

Now, I've referred your wife to a very fine colleague of mine.

I'm sure she'll be showing real progress.

Oh, I hope so.

My wife is a very complicated woman.

And a very beautiful one.

And when you love a woman like her, you'll do whatever it takes to make her

happy.

Can you understand that?

Of course.

My wife's been troubled lately.

Hasn't been sleeping well, having nightmares.

With my travel schedule, I don't get to spend as much time with her as I'd like.

Any clue as to what's bothering her?

Sometimes it takes a number of sessions for the true nature of psychological

issues to show themselves.

In other words, what Lisa told you is private.

Well, I guess I wouldn't have had it any other way.

As I say, your wife's in good hands.

Oh, one more thing.

I know you're sleeping with my wife.

I can tell this by looking at you.

I must admit, I'm not happy about it.

Not happy at all.

Lisa. You're home early. I wanted to surprise you.

I brought you a picnic.

I made everything myself.

I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done for me.

Something the matter?

Are you expecting someone?

Another woman?

No, my brother. Look. Your brother the cop?

Private investigator.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

If you are, you can talk to me.

No, it's...

His ex is in town and he's trying to avoid her, so I invited him over here

dinner.

You know, you're always there for me.

Let me be there for you.

That's not what you said the last time I saw you. I didn't even know if I'd ever

see you again.

So I was wrong.

Apology accepted.

Your husband came by the office today.

No, you didn't tell him anything, did you, about what I said about him?

About him being a feeble old man? Those are hardly the words I'd use to describe

him. He doesn't know about us, does he?

He's plotting to kill me.

He'll make it look like a suicide. He knows my history. Oh, no, that's not the

impression I got from him at all. He just sounded concerned about you. Well,

of course that's what he wants you to think. You're his character witness.

I wouldn't want to live without you.

Lovebirds, knock it off.

What, do you take that thing with you everywhere?

Can't help it.

You never know when the perfect shot might present itself.

Lisa, meet my brother, Rick. Rick, this is Lisa.

Pleasure.

Uh, should I come back later?

No, I was just leaving.

Sorry, was I interrupting?

You know her?

No.

Well, maybe she just got a good look at you. What the hell happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

Oh, I wouldn't call that nothing.

Well, you remember that babe I was telling you about?

Oh, no. Her husband did that to you?

No, but I was wrong about her, though.

Apparently, she's been screwing a whole string of guys.

One of them was the jealous type.

He got suspected.

I guess he didn't mind her having a husband, but he wanted to be her only

on the side. He jumped me right as I left her place.

Some things never change.

So, was she the one?

I thought you were finished with that.

The other night, I think I'm never going to see her again. Today, like there's

nothing wrong.

Well... You know, I'm happy as hell that you're getting laid again. But, uh, I

wouldn't trust her for a second.

Hey, it's my job to deal with people's minds. I can handle this myself.

Now, you made rules because you know you have a weak spot.

Let's say she's been playing you from day one. What if she knows all the right

buttons to push?

Well, then I'll be deeply saddened. Will you be happy then?

But what if you're wrong?

What if she really is in danger and there's something I can do about it?

Like what?

Kill her husband before he kills her?

That's what she wants you to do, isn't it? No, she hasn't asked me to do

anything.

Well, I'll tell you something. If he hurts her, I'd give it serious

consideration. It's too easy.

Now, she's already admitted that her husband's a rich man.

Now, let's assume for a minute that she knows your past.

Best -selling author of sexual self -help book found unconscious at scene of

slaying. Read all about it.

Let's say her goal right from the start was to seduce you.

Then hoping, eventually, you'd kill her husband to defend her.

So if you're right, she's the world's greatest manipulator.

Or maybe she just desperately needs psychological help.

Or maybe, just maybe, she's telling the truth.

Maybe her life is in danger. Can you afford to take that chance?

Can I afford not to?

What if the worst moment of my entire life is about to repeat itself?

And what if this time I have the chance to do something about it, and I don't?

Forgive me for sounding callous, but I care one hell of a lot less about her

than I do about you.

What do you got for me?

I still don't even know where she lives.

This is the address of the club.

It's a club I've never even heard of.

I guess I left Vice too soon.

Rick. I know you feel I have no business being involved in any of this, but I

really am worried about her.

So can I count on you?

No lectures, okay?

Count on it.

Nice dress.

You like it?

It fits you well.

Well, I could think of something that could fit me better.

I'll drink to finding out what.

Well, that's a start.

So you're going to buy me one?

Works for me.

Any chance you know Lisa Watkins?

Lisa? Who doesn't?

I mean, Lisa's the best.

Is she here tonight?

Oh, so that's it. What, Lisa's your type and I'm not?

Oh, oh, why would I even think such a thing?

No, no, I just, uh, I heard she was a regular and I just wanted to meet her.

What, is this your first time here or something?

I mean, Lisa owns this place.

The whole place?

Her husband bought it for her to play with.

And believe me, Lisa really knows how to play it.

It's about fucking time.

Showtime.

You took me for a ride.

All you needed somebody.

Hasn't touched her in years.

Oh, you baby.

Because I'm moving on.

I need to get you out of my life.

Is it just me?

Lisa.

What time is it?

It's morning.

I know I shouldn't have come, but I just had to talk to you.

I know your brother hates me.

He's been talking about me, hasn't he?

It's not you. He's just... No, I know.

It is me.

He says I'm bad, doesn't he?

No.

Well, he's right.

He is?

Yes.

And I know you may never forgive me, but I have to be honest with you.

I slept with your brother.

With Rick?

I didn't know he was your brother.

And when I found out, I didn't want to tell you because I knew how much it

upset you.

It started back when he was a cop.

We met at a bar, the one the cops hang out at.

Jerry's. Yeah, I know it.

I know how much you care for him, but I can't stand to see him try and pull us

apart.

I can't stand the thought of losing you.

You wanted to know how I knew where you lived, remember?

That's how I knew, from Rick.

But I couldn't tell you I knew how hurt you'd be.

I can't believe Rick would do this.

I was really messed up back then. We were both drunk the first time.

We saw each other for a while, but...

He lost interest pretty quickly. I guess that's his way.

I thought it was over, but it wasn't.

What do you mean?

He started calling me a few weeks ago, right after I started seeing you.

He was following me around, coming to the club.

He'd been following me around all night.

I managed to avoid him for a while.

He found me afterward and told me I had to sleep with him again or he'd tell

Walter about me and you.

He'd been drinking.

I tried to reason with him, but he got rough with me.

He said you weren't the only one who should get to have me in the parking

I was drunk and confused, so I let him.

It was all so stupid.

He said if I didn't keep sleeping with him, he'd make sure you never talked to

me again.

I don't know what to say.

All right, let me talk to Rick. I'll get this all straightened out. No, it

doesn't matter.

I know you could never love me after what I've done.

I just wanted to clear my conscience.

I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me.

Goodbye, my angel.

I should have known you'd come back here.

One more shot at wrapping him around your finger? Hey, what's your hurry?

Don't you want to tell me a sad story, too?

Maybe I could put in a good word for you.

I've seen it all one time or another.

What works on my brother won't work on me. You're wrong. I love Tom.

You may have ruined everything between us, but that doesn't change the fact

I love him.

You stay away from him.

You keep sticking pins in him, seeing which one will strike a nerve.

He doesn't want to believe the truth about you, but he will.

You know it, and you don't like it one bit.

Let me go. I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't think the game's over yet?

You want to keep playing I'll be your shadow you'll be seeing plenty of me if

you know where to look

Fresh

out of the soup

You know that club you found her in?

She works there?

She owns the whole fucking place.

Her sugar daddy bought it for her.

Cut your losses while you still can.

Did you sleep with Lisa last night?

You gotta be fucking kidding.

She said that's how she knew so much about me, where I live, all of it.

No.

No, I did not sleep with Lisa. Is that why she came here, to tell you that?

You never slept with her? Ever? Not even way back on the fourth?

No way.

Are you sure you remember?

She said the first time she met you was at Jerry's. So think, is it possible?

Come on, Tom.

I may be a lot of things, but I'm not an amnesiac.

You... Have one skeleton in the closet. I got a whole fucking graveyard.

I'm aware of it.

Everybody's aware of it.

So she knows my history, too.

I almost wish I didn't believe you.

There are plenty of ways she could find out where you live, especially if she's

done as much homework as it looks like she has.

Look, I may not be...

The straightest, nicest guy in the world.

But I would never lie to you.

You're pretty much the only person in the world who believes in me at all.

You think I would risk fucking that up?

Is your wife home today?

No, she's not.

You should know that you're not welcome in my home.

Look, I just need to speak with Lisa.

It's important. No, you don't need to speak to Lisa.

I never liked her seeing you, but I went along with it. Hell, I even paid for

it.

But it's over.

Well, if you won't let me see her, will you talk to me at least?

I'm worried about her. I was at the club the other night and I... My wife had

some unusual tastes.

Hell, some expensive ones too, but you know what? It's our business.

I don't care how concerned or worried you say you are.

Your concern can't be half of mine, okay?

And she says you haven't followed.

That's going to stop, you understand?

Because if you or anybody else comes between me and my wife, I'll deal with

personally.

Can I get you another beer?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

I didn't know you guys were dating.

You know her?

Sure, she came in a couple times.

Hair's different there.

But you're positive it's her?

Oh yeah, it's my job to remember people. How's she doing?

Fine. When was the last time you saw her?

Uh, it's been a while. Six months, a year maybe.

Before you started coming in.

Are you okay?

No, I'm definitely not okay.

Real sorry to have to call you in on your day off, but I was hoping you could

help me make an I .D. I got a Jane Doe down at the morgue with your business

card and her effects.

I thought she might be one of your patients.

Lisa?

We were hoping you'd tell us who she was.

No. I don't recognize her.

You're sure?

I'm sure.

Any idea how your card ended up in her purse?

No, none.

Her body was found in an alley outside of downtown club 500 South Santa Fe. You

know the place?

No. No, I don't think so.

Who's Lisa?

Lisa. She was a patient of mine.

Was?

Until recently.

Can I see her file?

No, I'm afraid patient information's confidential.

You seem to think she might be the dead girl. Is there any reason for thinking

that? I've been concerned about her lately, that's all. Even though she's

your patient anymore?

That's right.

I don't know of any shrinks whose names keep popping up in the middle of my

investigations, but I don't like it.

I sure wouldn't like it if I were you. Look, Lieutenant, I've got a lot of

things to do today. I'm sorry.

Yes, of course.

Well, if you think of anything, I trust you'll call me.

I'm sure neither of us wants it to be like the last time.

Sleeping with your patients, police calling about dead bodies. That isn't

That's me, and my life shouldn't be emulated.

Are you sure he's okay?

Yeah, we're in my car tonight.

Okay, take care of him.

I will.

Hey, hey.

Since when won't you drink with me?

Since I'm this worried about you. Somebody's got to keep their head on

Now, after everything that's happened...

When the police said they found a dead body, I still thought it would be Lisa,

and that everything she said would be true.

I guess the emotional need to believe something outweighs any logical reason

I deal with it with my patients all the time, and I'm more guilty of it than

anyone.

Hey, you ready for the rest of it?

Oh, yeah, hit me.

Well, aside from the abundance of worldly goods,

Walter Watkins also has a $10 million life insurance policy.

Extra bonus points for naming the beneficiary.

Is that all?

Didn't she tell you that she dropped out of school?

My mother tried to have me committed.

But I ran away from home and lived on the streets until I met Walter.

Adding what I got from university records.

Masters in psychology.

Oh, I feel like such a fucking idiot.

It doesn't matter now.

I think we should give Murphy a call. I know he's an asshole, but it's the

easiest way to get him off your back.

All right, I'll pay him a visit tomorrow.

I don't think he'll believe anything I say if he thinks I've been drinking.

Okay. First thing in the morning.

I'll go see if I can dig up anything else tonight. As for you, it ends here,

now. You got it?

Got it.

Hey, get some rest.

Don't see her.

Don't even talk to her.

Take it easy. You need a hand?

I'm fine.

It's a short distance.

See?

No problemo. Get some rest.

I'm afraid of Walter.

I know you don't trust me anymore.

I'm so sorry for whatever you think I've done. I'll make it up to you. Just

please call me.

Hey, Rick, it's me.

Remind me never to mix tequila, scotch, and gin ever again.

Anyway, thanks for getting me home.

Thanks for everything.

I don't know what time it is, but if you're asleep, give me a call.

I want you to go with me to see Murphy tomorrow, okay?

Thanks.

you answered please don't hang up walter hasn't come home yet and i'm frightened

i think he's really going to do it tonight so afraid of him i just want you

know that no matter what happened i love you i know you don't love me but i do

love you i never meant to hurt you i just

Send a car to 325 Palm Drive. A woman's life is in danger. Please hurry.

Lisa Watkins. I was just on the phone with her. We were cut off. You've got to

do something. Please.

And that's how it happened.

At this very moment, I don't know what's true and what's not.

Even if she was lying, I could have got along with it.

Probably been able to help her, or at least she'd still be alive.

She is alive.

Is he alive?

It's a good thing for you. It's one less kind of murder one you have to contend

with.

Her wounds were superficial.

A minor concussion, and that's about it.

Most of the blood on her belonged to her husband.

His body was in the next room.

Quite a mess.

Apparently, the girl tried to intervene.

Unsuccessfully.

You left that part out of your story.

And what about my brother?

Oh, he was dead before you got there.

Your 911 call covers you there.

We figured her husband did that one.

Her brother had these on him when we found them.

The girl told us quite a story.

Nasty business.

Two brothers sleeping with the same married woman, both jealous of her

who was a jealous type himself.

Does that sound familiar?

She's only given us part of the story so far.

But we'll sort it out.

We always do.

He's still pretty messed up about all of it.

I can certainly see why.

You know, the thing is, she kept saying you were the only person she trusted.

She said no matter what happened, she believed she could count on you.

That you'd do the right thing.

I guess you got that wrong.