All language subtitles for Psycho.Therapy.The.Shallow.Tale.of.a.Writer.Who.Decided.to.Write.About.a.Serial.Killer.2024.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264 (SDH)

[water dripping]

[wind blowing]

[tapping]

[bird caws]

-♪
-[water continues dripping]

[rustling]

♪

[pebbles falling]

♪

[wings fluttering, bird cawing]

[Kollmick]
You're gonna die.

But you still don't believe it.

[phone ringing]

That's why you haven't thought
about things you'll miss.

[ringing continues]

That tiny brain of yours...

ticktock, ticktock.

"Am I gonna die?"
"Will I survive?"

[ringing continues]

I will save you
from all that trouble.

You are going to die

tonight.

[man] This is the Afar Hotel.
We shine to make you shine.

How can I help you?

[woman over phone]
I need to talk to room 123.

[man] No, ma'am. I can't put
you through to room number 123.

[Kollmick] And do you know
the worst part about it?

No, not dying.

The worst part is realizing
you are alone.

We, the rest of us,
will go on living.

We are going to park our cars,
groceries will be carried,

et cetera and all that.

In that split second,
you will realize,

you, and only you,
are going to die.

You think you felt
lonely before?

No. You've never really
experienced it.

Shall we begin?

♪

[gun cocks]

[gunfire]

-[gunfire echoes]
-[shell casings clattering]

It's... It's dull.

It's kind of a downer.

[Elanor] Well, you probably
mentioned it before anyways.

Wasn't it something
animalistic?

[laughing]
Uh, no.

It, um, I guess you could say
it's primal.

[Seymour]
When did he talk about it?

Uh, at Gil's place.

You weren't there.

I can't remember.

A few too many G&Ts.

Let's see, what was I wearing?
Yes, it was summer...

Zoe, I love this rice.

-There's like a Persian thing.
-Yes, Persian rice.

[Scott] Oh, my God, it's good.
It's crunchy.

-[Zoe] Yeah, crunchy.
It's called tahdig.
-Is it healthy?

-[Scott] Tahig.
-Actually, no.

Well, it's rice.
Not as healthy as people think.

I don't give a shit
if it's healthy.

I love it. It tastes delicious.

-Suzie, you okay?
-[Keane] Uh, well,

since you're interested.

Uh, the story is set
in the year 40,000 BC.

[Scott]
What?

-The story of the rice?
-No, Scott. My stor...

My story. The story that
I'm working on right now.

Keane's been working
on a new book for a while.

How long has it been?

-Um...
-[Suzie] Four years.

It's been four years.

Well, what can I say, I'm
not exactly the sweetest thing

to be around when I'm writing.

No, you're so sweet.

You're always
the sweetest thing.

[laughs]

Writers. Wow.

Writers and all
that chaos within.

Consuming all the, I mean,
all of you.

It must be hard for you,
too, Suzie.

[Scott] I'm gonna go get
some more rice.

[Zoe] There's a little left
on the stove.

-Scrape the bottom of the pot.
-So...

-Don't miss the crunchy part.
-...40,000 years ago?

What? Uh, no,
it's actually 40,000 BC,

so it's a little bit more
than 40,000 years ago.

40,000 BC, uh, in Slovenia.

-In Slovenia?
-Oh.

And, uh, it's the story of
Homo sapiens and Neanderthals.

-[thunder crashing]
-Actually, it's a love story

about a Homo sapien woman

and the last living Neanderthal
on the planet Earth.

-In Slovenia?
-Right.

I was inspired to write this
from an article I found

about five or six years ago.

[chuckles]
It was that they found

a tibia bone flute
made from the tibia of a bear

in a cave in Slovenia that
was inhabited by Neanderthals.

Was the Slovenia back then
the same as today's Slovenia?

Wh-what do you mean?

I'm just saying that continents
drift, so they move.

I feel like I took
too much rice.

Zoe, did I? Is that a problem?

I mean, yeah,
even though they move,

-they all move together,
you know.
-Who?

The Slovenians?
[chuckling]

-[Elanor] Stop it.
-[thunder rumbling]

-Stop it.
-What?

-The Neanderthals, right?
-[laughing] What?

No, no, no, no, the continents.

The-the, uh...

[thunder crashing, rumbling]

[grunts]

Lovely night.

Wasn't it?

Had so many laughs.

Just start the car
and let's go.

[engine starting]

[wipers whirring, squeaking]

[whirring and squeaking
continue]

It's green.

[truck horn blaring]

What a fucking jerk.

-Jesus fucking Christ.
-[door opens]

-My God, motherfucker.
-[door slams shut]

♪

[shouting indistinctly]
You drunk asshole!

♪

[Suzie] I really don't know
how you manage

to humiliate yourself
every time.

[Keane] Hmm?
What are you talking about?

[Suzie]
I'm not asking for much.

I'd just... Just, I'd like
one night, you know, with...

Ah. Geez.

When you look at me like that,
it scares me.

Suzie, what are you
talking about?

Turn off the light.

Are you talking about tonight?

[thunder rumbling]

[Keane] We were
all laughing together.

[Suzie] No, they were
laughing at you.

[Keane scoffs]
What do you mean?

[Suzie]
And every time, you buy it.

-Like an idiot.
-Oh, that's ridiculous.

[Suzie]
First it was the Mongolians,

now it's the Neanderthals.

Suzie, you know,
thanks to that book of mine...

[Suzie]
That "inspiring novel award"

that some book club
at a shitty university gave you

is not an award.

[Keane] Whatever. I don't do it
because of the award.

[Suzie]
I'm going to sleep.

-My work means something.
-I'm sleeping now.

-Suzie.
-Shh.

♪

[sighs]

♪

♪

[man] I gotta be honest
with you, buddy. Um...

Forget about the Neanderthals.

They are, uh,
just not very sexy.

It absurd, compadre,
and seriously,

I'd never be able to get
any publisher to take it on.

What are you talking about?

Uh, they would kill each other
for the film rights for this.

[laughs quietly]
Film rights?

Oh, just write about something
you're familiar with.

Okay? Something that's, uh,
that's a part of you.

All the great writers
are doing that.

I'm not Mongolian, David.

So? You dedicated
your first book

-to your Mongolian grandma.
-Come on.

You remember all the interviews
that I arranged for you?

I was nervous
at that award ceremony.

I didn't know what to say.
It just came out.

Then you had me doing
all these interviews--

that's all they wanted
to talk about.

Mongolian grandmother? Come on.

In all her life, my grandmother
never left Brooklyn.

Just-just write something
again, like the, um...

The-- what is it?--

the "we have no electricity,
but we're happy."

You know, something like that.

"We don't have electricity,
but we're happy."

-Yeah.
-David...

did you read my first book?

Can I get the check?
Yeah, thanks.

It doesn't matter
whether I read it or not

because people read it,

and now you are known
as Mongolian.

So, just, you know,
write something authentic.

You know? Ethnic. Again.

Right? O-Open the doors
to a world

that we know nothing about.

So, you're familiar
with the world of Neanderthals.

[sighs]
Keane...

Keane, I-I like you.

I really do.

I mean,
you're my first account.

You're how I got started
in this business, but...

You know what, guess what.

I probably don't even get it.

Maybe you're onto something,

so just finish it and then...
then maybe I'll understand.

Okay?

-Thanks.
-[sighs]

-[door opens]
-David.

-[door closes]
-[sighs]

What the hell did he get?

-Keane O'Hara?
-Yep.

I'm a big fan of your work.

You are?

Yes, Mr. O'Hara.

I can't tell you how many
times I've read your book,

The Sorrow of the Steppes.

Please call me Keane.

-Keane.
-So...

you read my book.

Yes.

What are you writing about now?

Something interesting?

Well... [sighs]

I don't really like
to talk about

what I'm currently
working on, Mister...

Please, call me Kollmick.

What's that?

Kollmick.

"Kollmick."

Uh, don't get me wrong,
Mr. Kollmick,

but we writers
need to find an audience

to listen to our stories.

If we go around telling them,

then that urge, that need
to write, is no longer there,

so we can't...
we can't write no more.

Well, what I can tell you is

I'm, uh, currently
working on a book

about the last Neanderthal

and a Homo sapien woman...

I can't wait
to read your new book.

Well.

Anyway, Mr. Kollmick,
I gotta go.

I gotta... I'm gonna get going,
if you don't mind.

You know what I think?

What's that?

I was thinking
you should write about

the life of a serial killer.

Serial killers?

No, a particular serial killer.

It's a thought.

My agent would love that.

Anyway, I really gotta go.

I gotta get back to writing.

-[bell dinging]
-[man] Order up. Table eight.

Okay.

[grunts] Well, just so you know,
this was a pleasure.

Really nice.

-Keane.
-Yeah?

I could kill to read
what you're writing next.

Thank you.

I mean it.

[door closes]

[knife chopping]

How was your day?

The usual.

Today, in the café with David...

[sniffs]
I ran into one of my fans.

He said he really liked
Sorrow of the Steppes.

[sighs]

♪ Strumming my pain
with his fingers ♪

-♪ Singing my
life with his words ♪
-[wine pouring]

♪ Killing me softly with... ♪

You know, I think I figured out
what's missing from my book.

The motive.

The motivation
of my female character.

Why does she do what she does?

I want her to do things.
I want her to be in action.

But I don't know who she is.

I mean, why does she ditch
her own clan?

Yeah, uh, it made me realize

I-I probably don't understand
her very well.

Why does she do that,

in spite of everything?
In spite of the clan.

And then I realized,
it's about being defiant.

That's it. See? Yes.

Oh. Why doesn't she eat
those kids?

Those Neanderthal kids.

-You know why? It's because...
-Keane,

-we need to talk.
-Listen to this, listen to this.

It's because she thinks
of her own children.

-Yeah?
-Keane.

See... see, she sees
those rotting,

dead Neanderthal kids,

and she thinks
of her own children.

I mean, how is that?
Is that good?

I want a divorce.

♪ A stranger to my eyes ♪

-[laughing]
-♪ Strumming my pain
with his fingers ♪

Divorce.

Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

♪ Singing my life
with his words ♪

Fine, it's not
that-that she eats...

Please, Keane, I'm serious.

♪ Killing me softly ♪

I want a divorce.

♪ Telling my whole life
with his words ♪

♪ Killing me softly ♪

What?

Turn off the music.

♪ With his song... ♪

[music stops]

Thank you.

[chopping resumes]

What are you gonna do
with all those onions?

Nothing.

I just like the sound.

Suzie,

y-you just said...

Yes.

I decided yesterday.

Yesterday.

What, at the dinner party?

Can you stop that for a second?

At the traffic light.

Mm, what light?

The traffic light.
That's when I made up my mind.

The... traffic light where
the truck almost killed us?

[chopping resumes]

[scoffs]

Oh, Suzie, you're...

[chuckles]

You're in shock.

You had a close call with death.

-That is perfectly natural.
-Can you be quiet for a second?

It's part of my job
to understand human psychology.

Shh...

The light wasn't green.
It was red.

Um...

Can I?

You said that it was green.

I know I did.

But it was red.

[scoffs]

Look, I'm...

I-I don't understand this.

You want to divorce me for,
what, trusting you?

Keane, do you have any idea
how hard it is

to go through
with every decision you make

without being questioned?

Do you have any idea
how suffocating it is

to be trusted all the time?

Deciding everything about us,

alone.

"Let's move to Harlem."
"Okay."

"Let's get this house."
"All right."

"Let's not get it."
"Fine."

"Let's have kids."
"Sure."

"Let's not have kids."
"Sounds good."

Do you know how that feels?

Every decision I make
has to be the right one.

Always the right one
at the right time.

I say, "The light's green,"
and you don't even look at it.

That sums up
our entire relationship.

You should be careful
with that knife. It's sharp.

[scoffs softly]

[whispers]
Fuckin' postpartum till I die.

Suzie, I had no idea
that you felt this way.

You do make most of the
decisions in our relationship,

-but that's no reason
to get a divor...
-For example,

that book you've been writing
for four years now,

I know you're not going
to finish it.

[scoffs]

You know why?

Because you're scared.

What?

You like going around
and saying you're the writer.

You're like a child,
but you're not playing

cops and robbers anymore--
you're playing the writer.

And that award, man.
That award.

-You think it's such a big deal.
-That award means

-something to people, and I...
-Fuck that award.

Fuck it.

I've been taking care of you
since the day we got married.

I work.

Yes, I go
and organize the homes

of people
that you don't understand.

But I bring home food.

The biggest problem
in your world

is that you don't understand
what drove that woman

whose children died
to not eat those Neanderthals.

What the fuck
are you talking about?!

What are you talking about?

["Mi Negrita"
by Devendra Banhart playing]

[inhales deeply]

[groans]

Maybe she's right.

I mean, when I think about it,
I don't really believe in

what I've been writing anyway,
honestly.

Neanderthals.
The prehistoric era.

Sí, sí.

[speaking Spanish]

Por favor.

-As my agent was saying...
-[Carlos mutters in Spanish]

...maybe I do need to find
a sexier topic. Huh, Carlos?

Maybe I should write
about serial killers,

like that odd man
was talking about.

[groans]
Oh, sh...

["Mi Negrita" continues
playing]

[groaning]

[chair scrapes on floor]

Hi, Keane.

Ah. Aren't you the guy today
from the café?

Keane, what if I told you
today is your lucky day?

-My lucky day?
-Yes, your lucky day.

I highly doubt that.

-Keane...
-What was your name again?

It was something strange.

Kollmick.

Kollmick.
What kind of name is that?

Keane.

Yes?

Today is your lucky day.

Okay.

Do you know why?

Why?

I'm a retired serial killer.

A what?

A retired serial killer.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I managed to stop
killing before getting caught.

I retired myself.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Your new book--

I'm the person for the job.

New book? What book?

The story about a serial killer.

A sexy story of a serial killer.

But I don't write
about serial killers.

I heard you tell the bartender

you wanted to write
about that very subject.

-Uh...
-Were you serious?

Uh, what I was saying is
I meant just, uh,

maybe I should write...

about something like that,
something sexier.

That's what I meant.

Keane,
do you think this is just luck?

Or a twist of fate?

Are you really a serial killer?

Well, some would say that.

-[cash register drawer opens]
-[man] Gentlemen, we're closing.

[drawer closes]

Okay. We're leaving.

Oh.

[dog barking]

You're just putting me on
because I'm drunk.

[sighs]
Keane, think about it--

how many times do you think

something like this
will come by?

[chuckles softly]
It's my place.

[Keane groans]

So how do I reach you?

Oh, perhaps we'll run
into each other again.

Then again, who knows?

[chuckles]

Okay.

It's a weird night.

[sighs]

Good night.

Where are my manners?

Why don't you come on up.

We'll have one more drink.

We can talk a little more.

Sure.

-[door closing loudly]
-Shh! Shh!

Shh!

What?

[whispering]
Suzie.

Come on.

Suzie. She's my wife.

Well, she's soon
to be my ex-wife.

But, look...
[grunts]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]
I'm a gentle, polite man.

Uh, I don't--
What do you want to drink?

Whiskey?

-[bottle opens]
-[whiskey pouring]

Oh.

[clicks tongue]

[inhales]

[glasses clink]

[exhales]
So...

how's this gonna work?

It's simple.

I'm going to teach you
what killers do.

What they use, how they use it,

the process.

But most important,
how they think.

So, you'll be like a counselor.

Precisely.

A counselor.

We'll go around
the city together

like Don Quixote and Sancho.

And what happens if I say no?

Why would you?

Okay.

Okay.

[gulps]
So, Don-- Mm!

[gags]

-[sighs]
-[retching]

[stairs creaking]

[Suzie]
Who are you?

Oh, good evening.

You must be Suzie.

Who are you?

Kollmick.

Keane and I, we're, um...

Well, um, I'm a counselor.

Okay.

Where's Keane?

I believe he's in the bathroom.

Mr. Kollmick,

may I ask you what the fuck
you're doing in my house

-in the middle of the night?
-[toilet flushing]

-Please, just-just
call me Kollmick.
-[door opening]

-Why are you in my living room?
-[footsteps approaching]

Suzie.

My darling.

Did we wake you?

Keane, can we talk?

Who the fuck is that?

I'm-I'm not so sure myself
about all this.

And... I haven't made
any deals yet.

This is all happening so fast.

-[stammering]
-You brought a counselor
into our home.

Yeah, like I said,
this is happening very fast.

Suzie, I feel lost.

I don't know what to do.

And... this just seemed
like a stroke of luck,

and I didn't want
to let that go, too.

But I promise you,
I haven't made any deals.

Without asking me,

-without getting my opinion.
-[burping]

-Did you just vomit?
-No.

Yes, I did.

What if I say no?
What if I don't want
to go through with this?

Don't want to go through
with this?

Mr. Kollmick.

Oh. Please, just...

-Kollmick.
-Kollmick. My apologies.

I'm sorry.
I was a little surprised.

This is...
How can I put it? Uh...

Given the circumstances,
I was not expecting my husband

to bring a marriage counselor
to our home,

as we ourselves
haven't spoken through it.

-A marriage counselor?
-A marriage counselor?

Yes!

Yes, a marriage counselor.

That's what Kollmick is.

-A marriage counselor.
-A marriage counselor?

Aren't you
a marriage counselor?

-Well, actually, I'm...
-Actually, he...

Kollmick prefers
to just be called...

a counselor.

Right? That's what we were
just talking about.

Well, in the end,
for the most part,

the issues I deal with...

have nothing to do
with marriage.

But, yes,
I'm... I'm a counselor.

Well...

as I was getting out of bed
at this hour

wearing my pajamas,
I was not thinking

I would run
into a marriage counselor.

Surprise.

See, Kollmick, he has very...

-unorthodox methods.
-Mm.

[Kollmick] I like to see
where my subjects live

and...

spend some time there.

-It's-it's important.
-Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Forgive me. I didn't know

that you were unaware
of the situation.

So, if you'll allow me,
I... will leave you be.

It's getting late.

-[whispering]
Keane, what the fuck?
-[Keane] It's fine.

It's fine. He's just...

I'm gonna see him out,
and then I'll be right back in.

[Kollmick]
A marriage counselor?

Oh, come on.
What did you want me to say?

"No, Suzie,
you got it all wrong.

In fact, the man we have in
our house is a serial killer"?

I don't know shit
about marriage counseling.

Oh, come on.
Don't worry about it.

Suzie, marriage ther... [scoffs]
Never gonna happen.

Look, thank you.

Thank you.

You saved my life back there.

Right, so are you going
to do it?

What? Therapy?

No, the book.

[stammers]

Kollmick, come on.

Let me think about it.
I'm still shaking.

-But thank you. Thank you.
-[sighs]

It's nothing.

I was married once, too.

I'm afraid to ask you
how it ended.

Anyway, where can I find you?

At the Afar Hotel.

Chinatown.

'Kay. Good night.

Good night.

[door creaking]

[lock clicking]

[sighs]

[departing footsteps]

[sighs]

[car horn blaring]

-[birds chirping]
-[vehicle passing]

[birds chirping]

[grunting]

[shouts]

Oh, my... [grunts]

Thought about it all night.

Let's give it a shot.

-Give what a shot?
-I don't know why you
did what you did.

At first, I thought you did it
because if there was

a divorce trial, you could say
you tried everything,

like, for alimony
or something like that?

Alimony?

But I don't think you're
capable of a plan like that.

I don't know.

But you took initiative
for the first time in your life.

It's not going to do any good,
but when I look back...

Yeah, it's not going to work.

But let's do it anyway.

Call up that Koll guy
and set it up.

Kollmick?

-Yeah, the counselor.
-[stammers]

I mean, if he was willing
to come here that late at night,

he can't be
all that bad, right?

Suzie, that...

Keane, what do you want?
I'm in, all right?

Now I have to go.

Keep me updated.

[groaning]

[sighs]

[sighing]

♪

[crowd chatter]

[car horn honks in distance]

["Mali Boo" playing low
over speakers]

[song continues indistinctly]

Uh, hello?

[grunts softly]

[man yawning]

Welcome to the Afar Hotel.

We shine to make you shine.
How can I help you?

I'm looking for a man
named Kollmick.

-Is he staying here?
-Kollmick...

Right. Room number 123.

-Thank you.
-One floor up.

Just take the stairs.

[low, muffled talking]

-Keane.
-Oh, thank God you're here.

Good morning.

Come on in.

-Oh.
-It's good to see you.

Didn't expect to see you
so soon.

This is nice.

The view, and...

-Yeah, well...
-[water running]

Kollmick, uh,
you're not gonna believe this,

but she wants to do it.

Suzie. My wife.

-She wants to do
the therapy thing.
-[water stops]

And get this:
she wants to do it with you.

Keane, that's crazy.

I told you, I don't know shit
about those things.

Look, uh, if you help me,
I'll help you.

-You're going to help me?
-Yeah.

I'll write the book.

How is that helping me?

Any writer would jump
at the chance.

Please, Kollmick...

Keane, w-what do you think
I know

-about therapy?
-It's nothing, it's nothing.

I-I thought this all through.
All you have to do

is say we're in a safe zone,
and if we ask you a question,

you say,
"Is that what you think?"

That's not going to work.

She's gonna catch on,
and you'll be screwed.

Kollmick, come on, please.
We were gonna be like

Don Quixote and Sancho,
remember?

Look, she was so happy
that I took the initiative

by bringing you home
last night.

She saw you and she said,
"That's the guy."

You're the guy, Kollmick.

She wanted me to call you so we
could get started right away.

I'll write the book.

And it will be the best thing
I have ever written.

I even thought of a title.

What is it?

Kollmick:
This is Truly a Story.

"Truly a Story"?

Yeah, I didn't want
to use "true story."

I thought that might lead
to legal problems.

For both of us.

It's a play on words.

-Nice.
-Yeah.

Smooth.

Yeah?
But I'd rather not hear about

any of the actual murders.

I think that would be best.

Like Don Quixote and Sancho.

Exactly.
Don Quixote and Sancho.

-I'm Don Quixote.
-Yeah. Yeah.

Safe zone,
"Is that what you think?"

That's all there is to it.

Right.

[kids shouting playfully
in distance]

-[clock ticking]
-[traffic sounds in distance]

We've been staring at this
thing for half an hour now.

She's not a "thing."

Her name is Ada.

Please, look at her in silence.

Can you at least tell us
why we're looking

at this Ada of yours?

She's here to remind you
that you are in a safe zone.

[laughs softly]

[Kollmick clears throat]
Um...

There's little chance
of anything

happening to you in here.

Whereas,
in the outside world...

...it's a realm of death
and savage murders.

People being killed every day.

Lots of people.

And their killers
are never found.

And Ada is representing that?

Or it means,
because we're in a safe zone,

we can say whatever we want.

Maybe that's what you mean.

Yes, that makes sense.

[Suzie]
How did she die?

They never found the driver
of that black Honda.

That would explain
the odd right arm.

Please don't speak to me.

-Then who should we speak to?
-I would prefer

that you just...
just look at Ada.

Uh, she represents
your marriage.

Wait, I-I'm confused.
Does Ada represent

our marriage or the safe zone?

Suzie, uh, are those two things

any different in your,
in your mind?

Are they separable?

Now, please, don't look at me.

Look at Ada.

Tell me what you see.

-A dead cat.
-What else?

A stuffed dead cat.

Yes.

Wait, what does that mean?

That our marriage
is dead and stuffed?

Is that what you mean?

-Keane...
-[Suzie] Oh.

...is that what it means?

Well, it's true that Ada
is dead and stuffed.

Oh, my God, Suzie,

when did we reach this point
in our relationship?

Can we talk to each other?

Can you talk to each other?

I'm just trying to understand
the rules here.

Can we talk to each other
during our therapy session?

You are in
a safe zone now, so...

Please, look at Ada, not me.

This is what I'm doing.

Suzie, what kind of cat
do you think Ada was?

I have no idea.

Okay, then, Keane. No, no...

Mm.

What do you think Ada was?

A gentle-hearted cat.

Ada looks sad,
so the kind of cat

who didn't hide her emotions.

And when you petted Ada,
she would purr.

Ada was free.

She did as she pleased.

At those boring events or
those tedious dinner parties,

Ada didn't seek
the approval of others.

Instead, she remained calm
and collected.

What I mean to say is that Ada
was a cat unto itself.

A cat who is just like a cat
and nothing more.

Or a cat that you had
to go home to feed

just as you were starting to
enjoy yourself and feel alive.

A cat that was dependent
on you and always needed
you to take care of it,

like a constant ticking clock
in your mind.

Okay, I think we can wrap up
today's session.

Wait, what just happened?
I didn't understand that.

-What happened?
-Uh, well, uh,

we do have some time
until our next session,

so, uh, just think on it.

And, uh, if it still
doesn't make sense, uh,

-we'll talk about it then.
-It was a good session.

[Keane] I think we made
a lot of progress.

There is no such thing
as progress.

Just plain, cold death.

Thank you.
See you next session.

[footsteps departing]

Honestly,
I was a bit surprised.

You were really good,
until the whole

"no progress,
only plain, cold death" thing.

-You brought a sandwich?
-Yeah.

I haven't eaten all day.
I'm starving.

-You want it?
-No.

Do you know where
we send the dead off to?

Well, that's a bit dramatic.

Well, do you know or not?

Heaven.

Hell?

[fire truck horn blasting
in distance]

-Have you read anything
about serial killers?
-No.

-Read any detective novels?
-Mm-mm.

-Do you watch any crime films?
-Not really.

-How about Gardner?
-Gardner?

Erle Stanley Gardner?

-No?
-Mm-mm.

Have you heard about the OCME?

Oh, OCME. That sounds familiar.

Medical examiners.

Mm-hmm.
That kind of like forensics?

Well...

-not kind of,
they are forensics.
-Mm.

You need to understand
what an autopsy is.

That building, that's the OCME.

The Office of the Chief
Medical Examiner.

They look into deaths
of unknown causes,

suspicious deaths,
as well as murders.

If you're going to be a killer,

you've got to beat them
at their own game.

-Wow.
-Yeah. Charles Hirsch,

he described autopsies
as "a dialogue with the dead."

-Who's Charles Hirsch?
-He was chief medical examiner

from 1989 to 2013.

You know an awful lot
about the OCME.

I need to know about them,

'cause they want to know
about me.

Do you know who usually
catches serial killers?

The OCME?

No, the arrogance.

And who has such arrogance
other than most killers?

Scientists.

They also just can't wait
for their successes to be known.

And they talk on and on
about what they look for

in an autopsy and how they
caught this or that killer.

If they refer to autopsies
as a dialogue with the dead,

then on our part,
that dialogue has to be written.

So, we need to create a story.

The story we want to tell.
That's our job.

Hmm.

You need to learn about
the legendary Milton Helpern.

-Who's that?
-[grunting]

Well, you could say that he is
the American equivalent

-of Sherlock Holmes.
-Mm.

That's his book.

Autopsy: The Memoirs
of Milton Helpern.

-Huh.
-All right.

Also, here you go.

Legal Medicine:
Pathology and Toxicology.

The corpse is like a letter
in an envelope.

For us to know what to write,

we have to learn the alphabet.

That is the autopsy.

♪

[snoring]

♪

[snoring continues]

[door opens]

♪

Tutu, I can't focus today.

We've done enough work.

Call Zoe and set up lunch.

["Yes Sir, I Can Boogie"
by Baccara playing]

[Keane] In the daylight,
in front of all these people?

For the time being,
we're just observing.

You have to know him
inside out.

That's ridiculous, Kollmick.

The guy is my agent.

W-We can't kidnap my agent.

I mean, God, he's my agent.

He knows me.

That's precisely why
we're kidnapping him.

He's your agent.

It's in his best interest
that this book is well-written.

He won't press charges.
He'll understand.

What is this?

Why do we keep listening to
this song over and over again?

-Is it to not be
heard or something?
-No, it...

♪ I can boogie ♪

-It puts me in the mood.
-♪ But I need a certain song ♪

-Puts you in the mood?
-Yes.

-For what?
-♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

I always listen to this.
It helps me focus.

♪ Yes, sir, I... ♪

-What are you suggesting?
-Nothing.

It's just the situation.

Autopsy.
How to Get Away with Murder.

One of the book titles
was EX-Wife.

"EX," capital letters.

Maybe he's writing
a crime novel.

Here's the thing.

We're about to get a divorce.

A divorce?

Yeah, I told him the other day,
I'm done with the relationship.

And how did he take it?

[scoffs]

He went out and brought
a marriage counselor

-to our home.
-You?

A marriage counselor.

Well, how's it going?

He's, um, different.

I don't think I understand
the methodologies yet,

but he looks like
he knows what he's doing.

You know what I mean?

["Yes Sir, I Can Boogie"
continues]

♪ But I will give you
one more chance... ♪

-What's that?
-It's chloroform.

Put some on a rag, put it over

-their nose and mouth...
-To knock them out.

-Exactly. Be careful with it.
-Wh...

Fuck to...
fuck to knocking people out.

No, no, we're not doing that.
That's... That's...

Can we please turn this off?
Please?

This is s-supposed to be
a-about me learning.

Can we not listen to anything
until I find my song?

I mean, how am I, how am I
supposed to find my song

if this is playing
all the time?

♪ Boogie woogie... ♪

-Fine.
-[music stops]

Thank you.

It's really a lovely song,
though.

It actually makes sense.

They say that most killings
of women

were done by someone
that they know.

A lover, a husband,

an "ex-husband."

You really think so?

No, it couldn't be that.

But those books.

But he's so calm, composed.

Isn't that what they say
about all murderers?

"We never thought
he'd do a thing like that"?

Yeah, they say the same
for all killers.

You have to know the daily
routine of the other one.

The other one?

The other one.
Whoever you're going to kidnap.

You have to know,
even with your eyes closed,

what they're doing
any given moment of the day,

or any hour.

You have to know
what their schedule is,

where they go.

You'll know it
even better than them.

And once you reach that point,

you will have established
a permanent connection.

That person
is your "other one."

Or maybe he thinks
I'm trying to kill him.

What do you mean by that?

After your dinner party,

we were at a red light,

and I told him
that it had turned green.

You said it was green
when it was actually red.

Were you hoping to be killed?

[Kollmick]
He's come out.

Didn't he tell you he was sick?

What the...

Yeah, yeah,
I asked to meet him today,

and he said
he wasn't feeling well.

Fucking guy.

That's T. He's another writer.

He's always talking about
how much he hates him.

So, we're gonna kidnap him
tonight, right?

After the session,
call me at the hotel.

By then, I'll have arranged
a meeting with the Albanian.

Suzie, what do you think
Keane did today?

[nervously]
What?

[timer ticking]

Okay, then,

what did you do?

Nothing special.
Why do you ask?

Tell me. What did you do?

I-I didn't do anything.

It was just like any other day.

Do you know what Keane did?

I just did
a little bit of writing.

I'm not asking you.

I'm asking Suzie.

Well, he just said he did
a little bit of writing.

So, then, neither of you
know what the other did.

You know,
I read something once,

and I wonder
what you think of it.

It said, "One of
the secrets to marriage

is to know the other one's
daily routine."

The other one?

The other one.

Oh, God.

Even with your eyes closed,

you know exactly what
they're doing at every moment.

From this or that hour,

what their daily schedule is.

You'll know it
even better than them.

And once you get to that point,
you'll have established

a permanent connection.

That makes sense, right?

And if that connection ends,

what starts then?

I... I don't know, what?

A dialogue with the dead.

No. No, no, don't.

A dialogue with the dead.

What, are we going
to talk to Ada again?

No, Ada's resting today.

We're going to talk,
a dialogue with the dead.

Marriage is a living organism,

and like any organism,
it can grow or die.

There's only one thing
that can kill it:

Lack of dialogue.

If that lack of communication
goes on,

the only thing that's left
is a dialogue with the dead.

Meaning, an autopsy.

And that's what
we're going to do here.

Kollmick, this isn't right.

Keane, what do you think
we're doing here?

It is a therapy session.

If-if everything were right,
we wouldn't be here.

Keane, do my techniques
disturb you?

I get the feeling you have
a problem with the word "dead."

His greatest strength is
his ability to deny reality.

Do we have a problem here?

[ticking]

No.

Good.

Let's start with you, Suzie.

How did you guys meet?

In college.

And what did you think
the first time you saw him?

[breathes deeply]

He was...

unlike anyone
I'd ever met before.

Why is that?

He was... different.

Very... very different.

You know, well, he was...

he was curious about things.

Curious.

Yes, curious.

Like, all the people around me

knew what they wanted to do
with their lives already

and just focused on that,

but Keane was interested
in everything.

He could talk
for an hour or two

about some
God-knows-what subject.

Just to give an example,

he could talk about
different kinds of potatoes.

I don't remember if it was
the first day we met or not,

but I clearly remember
our first conversation.

He was talking about
how Peruvian potato farmers

plant a variety of potatoes

in order to guarantee
the harvest.

And, in Ireland--
I can't-I can't remember when--

the famine killed
millions of people

because they all planted
the same kind of potato.

And now,

a variety of potato seeds
are under threat

because McDonald's
is the biggest buyer,

and they only buy
the same kind of potato.

And that interested you.

Well, like I said,

he was different
from everyone else I knew.

With them, you could only
talk about normal things,

but with Keane,

you know, you could sit down
and-and talk for hours.

[Keane laughs softly]

Keane, do you remember
the first time you saw Suzie?

She was smiling.

Smiling? Where?

I don't remember where,
exactly.

It was, uh,
various places, I suppose.

Uh, we had some mutual friends,

and I don't really remember
what she was doing either.

To be honest with you,
I wasn't really interested.

I just remember watching her.

There she was, smiling.

And, uh, I found myself...
[chuckles]

...watching her from afar.

I would... try to find her,

and she would be there
with her friends

listening to them talk
and smiling.

It was like when she smiled,

whatever that person was saying
became so important.

It was like the most
wonderful thing in the world.

Everything...

became beautiful

when she was smiling.

And then one day,
you decided to talk to her

about potatoes.

See, I didn't really l...

like her friends.

I wasn't that fond of John

or the others, to be frank.

So that's why I had
such a hard time

going up to her
and talking to her.

But then,
there was this one day

where she was walking
with John--

John "the friend"--

and they stopped and, uh...

I-I was so tongue-tied,
I didn't know what to say.

So, things were getting
awkward.

I just opened my mouth,
not knowing what to say, again,

and up comes potatoes.

So, I just went on and on
talking about potatoes,

everything I knew
about potatoes.

But it wasn't really
about potatoes.

It was actually
about seed variety.

Seed variety of potatoes.

Yeah, I think John got bored
at some point and left.

I thought it might be rude
if I left, too,

so I stuck around for a while.

You know, I thought
you were a farmer at first.

-[chuckles]
-But then you kept talking,

and I-I wasn't sure
if you were a farmer...

or just plain crazy.

And I didn't want her to go,

so I figured if I kept talking,

she would stay,
so I just talked my head off.

So, your first real conversation

was about seeds.

Right.

Seeds.

[whirs, bell dings]

Oh, okay. Our time is up.

Uh, but I am very pleased that

we have ended this session
on the subject of seeds.

I mean, that's what
I would call dramatic.

[footsteps approaching]

What are you doing?

Ah, you're here.

Good, it's almost ready.

You're cooking?

I am.

After all these years,
you cook for me now.

Go on, sit down.

I liked what happened today.

Remembering how we were.

I remembered how
you used to smile.

You remember how I like
the béarnaise sauce?

I hope so.

Yeah, we'll see.

What're you doing?

I'm getting some wine.
Would you like a glass?

[Keane]
Sure.

I found it, you cheater.

[Keane]
What?

Come on, it's getting cold.

[Keane clears throat]

[Keane chuckles]

Here, sit down.

There you go.

I'm gonna put on some music.

["Dead and Lovely"
by Tom Waits plays]

Remember how
I used to dance to this?

[singing along]
♪ She was a middle-class girl ♪

♪ She was in over her head ♪

♪ She thought she ♪

♪ Could stand up
in the deep end ♪

♪ He had a bulletproof smile ♪

♪ He had money to burn ♪

♪ She thought she had
the moon in her pocket ♪

♪ But now she's dead ♪

♪ She's so dead ♪

-♪ Forever dead ♪
-♪ Forever... dead ♪

-Come on, want to dance?
-♪ And lovely now ♪

Come on, dance with me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

No, no, no, no, no.

That one's yours,
this one's mine.

I remember,
you like your steaks rare.

This one's well done.

All right?

♪ Don't let a fool kiss you ♪

Bon appétit.

♪ Never marry for love ♪

♪ He was hard to impress... ♪

My head hurts.

I'm not very hungry.

I'm gonna go lay down.

♪

♪ He wore her... ♪

[song continues muffled
in other room]

[line ringing]

Zoe, we've got to talk.

[Zoe over phone]
What's wrong?

You sound a bit strange.

You were right.

Keane's trying to kill me.

I think, I think
Keane's trying to kill me.

Trying to kill you? I never
said anything like that.

Yes, you did. At lunch today.

Ugh, I was joking around.

-Wait, a-are you serious?
-Yes.

Is the house in your name?

Yes, it's in my name.

What does that
have to do with anything?

Oh, my God.

Do you seriously think...

[pans clattering]

Wait, hang on a second.
I'll call you back.

I hear something.

No, she didn't eat anything.

Yeah, then she went to bed.

[pan clanging]

I don't think that
she has any suspicions.

Goddamn it,
I burnt my hand earlier.

[mutters]

Are we really going to
go through with this tonight?

[stovetop igniter clicking,
clicking stops]

It's just,
I'm-I'm a little worried

that we're going to get
in trouble with the police.

Fine, that's
easy for you to say.

You've been running from them
for years.

Actually, we shouldn't
even be talking about this

on the phone.

All... Okay.

I'm gonna check on Suzie,
and then I'll be there.

All right.

[muttering]

♪

[footsteps approaching]

♪

♪

[car engine starting]

♪

-[car horn honks]
-[gasps]

Follow that car in front of us.

[Cesna]
Magritte,

Matisse,

Marc Chagall,

Marcel Duchamp,

Monet.

As if Monet wasn't enough,
there's a Manet, too.

What are you talking about?

The list seems unending to me.

So many names. So many.

The ones I just mentioned are
just a few of the names that

start with the letter "M."

They were all born in
the 19th century in France,

and most of them
knew each other.

"M."

We need a gun.

What are you
going to do with it?

Hammer nails,
hang up some paintings.

[chuckles]

[TV playing quietly
in background]

At first, you don't
understand the difference.

You tell yourself
they're paintings.

They all look the same.

-Then you start reading...
-[animal braying nearby]

...and they start getting
more meaningful, but, um,

endless names or endless number
of paintings.

Makes you think, no?

Is that a llama?

Yes, it's a llama.

What is a llama doing
in this bar?

[Cesna] Loaned some money
to a zoo worker.

Kind of a guarantee.

You got to secure, you know.

Okay.

[Cesna]
Aggressive as fuck.

[braying continues]

What do llamas eat?

Uh, I don't know.

Uh, maybe grass.

Get some grass.

For what?

For the llama.

Has the llama eaten anything
since we brought it here?

No.

[Cesna]
Give it some grass.

Maybe it's aggressive
because of that.

Aren't llamas from Peru?

What do you mean?

Maybe it eats potatoes.

[Suzie whispering] Oh, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

[line ringing]

Zoe.

Zoe, goddamn it.

[Zoe over phone]
Hi, you've reached Zoe.

-[sighs]
-Leave a message at...

And you, Keane, what do you do?

I'm a writer.

A writer?

That's interesting.

Have you written anything?

Uh, yeah, actually. I...

Well, right now,
I'm working on a book

that's set in 40,000 BC
in Slovenia.

Uh, it's a love story.

It's between
a Homo sapien woman

and the last
Neanderthal man. They...

[man]
Potato for what?

Potato for what?!

[llama braying]

Potato, potato!
Fuck your potato!

Th... So, they, uh...

It's a very cold night
in Slovenia,

-and, uh...
-Fuck the potato!

-...the tribe is there
-[man speaking Albanian]

and the chief of the tribe
is-is...

-It's very, very cold in...
-[man speaking Albanian]

Sorry.

Slovenia?

Yeah, Slovenia.

Fuck Slovenia!

You write about Slovenians?

No, no, no. Not always.

I-I also did a book
that was set in Mongolia.

Close to your homeland.

What you mean?

I'm Albanian.

But in the end,
you all speak Russian.

-[Cesna] I speak Albanian.
-[liquid sloshing]

[Kollmick]
But you understand Russian.

-No, we speak Albanian
-[whispering] Kollmick.

'cause we are Albanian.

[clears throat] Kollmick.

And this guy?

[Cesna]
He doesn't speak much.

When he does,

-he speaks Albanian.
-Kollmick!

Uh...

And Mongolians speak Mongolian.

[Cesna]
No.

What the fuck
you don't understand?

We don't speak Russian.

Excuse me, where is the toilet?

The fuck is wrong with you?

Nothing, I just
need the bathroom.

You piss yourself or something?

[scoffs]
You guys are something.

I just, I have to really
go right now,

so the toilet?

In the back.

Thank you.

I am not trying
to say anything.

I just thought
you knew Russian.

[door bangs open]

Shit. Shit.

-[grunting]
-[motor rattling]

[rattling stops]

[groans]

Shit. Shit.

You are okay, my friend?

Yeah, I'm okay.

How are you?

[sniffs] Wait.

[Cesna sniffing]

This smell. I know this...

What the fuck?
You trying to knock me out?

-No, it's not... No, no, no.
-Who sent you here? Tell me.

Hey. The fuck are
you doing?! Stop it!

-[Keane shrieking]
-[Cesna shouting]

Get the fuck off of me!

[muffled]
Get off! Motherfuck!

-[whimpering] Cesna.
-You mother...

-[Keane shrieking]
-[muffled shouting]

-[shrieking]
-[Cesna grunting]

-[Keane] No!
-[muffled shouting]

[shrieking continues]

-[shrieking continues]
-[muffled shouting]

-[Keane panting]
-[Cesna moaning]

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.
Go to sleep.

[shrieking]

[screaming]

[door opens]

Psst.

[TV continues playing
in background]

You knocked him out?

-You knocked him out?
-Yeah. K-kind of.

I mean, can we just
get out of here?

How did you... Did he see you?

Of course he saw me. I was...

Tell me exactly
how you knocked him out.

I don't know, he was just...
It was with my crotch.

He came at me and then,

he... and then he was here,

and then the chloroform,

and he just kind of...

You know?

You knocked him out
with your crotch.

Yeah. So, what're we gonna do?

You knocked the Albanian out
with your crotch?

Yes!

That's creative.

All right, well,
we-we can't just run away.

Yeah, but he's gonna
wake up soon.

Yeah, and when he wakes up,
he's gonna come after us.

So, what,
so, what should we do?

Well, we can't leave him here.
We'll have to take him with us.

Take him with us?

Listen to me.

If we don't take him,

you're a dead man,
I'm a dead man.

Okay? So, help me get him up.

That llama fucker's
gonna get suspicious soon.

["Tell Me Something" playing
over radio]

[Kollmick and Keane grunting]

[whispering]
What the fuck?

[driver]
Ma'am, you know those people?

Yes, one of them is my husband.

Who's the guy they're carrying?

I have no idea.

What does your husband do?

He's a writer.

A bad one.

[driver]
Who's the guy with him?

That's our marriage counselor.

I can't believe this.

Oh, my God, what did I do?

What did I do?

Keane, calm down.

I need you to help me
tie him up.

I knocked out
an Albanian Mafia boss.

He's not a Mafia boss.
He's a gun dealer.

Oh, great. Perfect.
He's only a gun dealer.

Shh. Lower your voice.

Help me tie him up.

[Keane whimpering]

[line ringing]

Zoe?

[Zoe over phone] Suzie?
What time is it?

What do you mean, what time
is it? Were you sleeping?

-Yeah.
-How could you be sleeping?

The last time I called you,
I told you that

I was afraid that Keane
was trying to kill me,

and you said
I was right to be scared.

I didn't say you were right.

I just asked if the house
was in your name.

Yes, Zoe,
the house is in my name.

-[driver] Lady.
-[Zoe] Okay...

-Uh, is Keane your husband?
-[Zoe continues indistinctly]

-Hold on a second. What?
-Keane, the guy we're following.

-Is he your husband?
-Yes, I told you that.

Well, you said
he's not dangerous,

now you're saying you're afraid
he's going to kill you.

We should go to the cops.

No, we're not going
to the cops.

Hold on, I'm in a cab. I was
just talking to the driver.

We're not going to the cops.
He's my husband.

-[car engine starts]
-[Zoe continues indistinctly]

Oh, they're moving.

[whispering]
Yeah, we're following them.

-Uh, ma'am?
-Just follow them.

We're not doing anything.
Just follow them at a distance.

-[Zoe] Wait, don't leave me...
-[engine starting]

["Yes Sir, I Can Boogie"
playing]

What are we going to do?

-About what?
-Cesna.

I'll tell you what we weren't
going to do,

and that was
to leave him back there.

[Zoe over phone] Come on,
Suzie, don't overreact.

Right. "When I didn't
hear from you, Suzie,

I called the police."

Zoe, that's what you should be
saying to me right now,

not, "When I didn't hear
from you, I took a nap."

♪

So, what now?

-He's coming with us.
-What?

He's with us for now.

He is with us for now?

You idiots, what do you
think you're doing?

-Oh, Kollmick.
-Kidnapping me?

He's awake.
Kollmick, he's awake!

-All right, just pull over.
-I'm going to fuck you up

so bad, you're going
to regret...!

♪ But I need a certain song ♪

-[Zoe] Well, you're alive,
aren't you?
-Zoe...

-[horn blaring]
-[driver] Something's going on.

♪ Boogie woogie
all night long ♪

Pull over, pull over.

Zoe, I'll call you back.

♪ Oh, yes, sir ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

[muffled shouting]

♪ I can boogie... ♪

[Keane]
[shrieks] Oh, my God!

Oh, no, Kollmick,
he's awake, he's awake!

All right, listen.

We can't let him go.

-At least not like this.
-[turns off music]

What do you mean,
we can't let him go?

-Lower your voice.
-[whispering] Why?

Is it gonna wake him up?

No, it's giving me a headache.

My God, my hands.

-My hands are shaking.
-Just calm down.

-My hands are shaking.
-Until we figure out

what to do,
we're stuck with him.

All right?
So just deal with that fact.

What are you talking about?
What are you gonna do?

You're going to just
keep knocking him out

every time he wakes up?
That's your plan?

Well, that's the plan for now.

Gonna need to get
more chloroform and gag him.

Let's just go to your hotel.

That's out of the question.

We're going to
your agent's place.

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

That was the plan,
to kidnap your agent.

Kollmick,
we're going to get caught.

We're driving around
with a half-unconscious

Albanian mobster
in the back seat.

But the real aim
was to kidnap your agent.

Yeah, well,
we-we-we got him instead.

Look, things might
get out of your control,

but you don't freak out.

You stick with the plan.

We're going to finish
what we started, Keane.

That's what we do.
We finish what we start.

[driver] Ma'am, you're going
to get me in trouble.

You won't be getting
in trouble, don't worry.

You'll be getting a big fat tip
at the end of the night.

They're moving, follow them.

♪

♪

All right, you go upstairs,
check out the situation.

Once you're sure he's alone,

knock him out, and then,
in a few minutes...

Fuck that. No.

I'm not knocking him out alone.

-You knocked out Cesna alone.
-No.

-Keane, cut the shit.
-No.

-Keane, we can't leave...
-No!

-You're acting like a child.
-No, no, no,

-Okay, lower your voice.
-no, no, no, no,

-L-lower... Stop!
-no, no, no, no!

-No! No!
-Say that one more time

and I swear to God...

Look, here's the deal.

We can't leave Cesna alone
for too long.

[driver]
Are they arguing or...

It looks like it.

You're supposed to be
my consultant, right?

-Having me go up there
-I told you, I will come up

-and knock him out alone and
-in a few minutes and help

-drag him back down by myself
-you take him back here.

is not consultation.

What don't you understand
about that?

If you don't come up with me

right now, I'm out.

Fine.

But we better be quick.

Okay.

[doors opening, closing]

Ma'am, I think
your husband is tangled up

in some pretty dirty business.

Uh, is that guy dead or what?

Yeah, what's going on?

[knocking on door]

Keane. What...

Wait, what are you doing here
so late at night?

-Is everything okay?
-Are you alone?

Yeah.

Who's this gentleman?

Hi.

H... Have we met before? I...

I don't think so.

Okay.

[TV playing in background]

What-what... [chuckles]
What was that for?

What are you doing, Keane?

Stop it. You stop it.

What the fuck, Keane?

Will you...
Can he please stop...

-[Keane shouts]
-Oh, shit, Keane.

Get the fuck off me, Keane.

-[thudding]
-Ow, ow. Hold on.

-Ow, Keane. Stop...
-[Keane] Hold on, wait.

-[David grunting]
-Wait. Wait, wait, stop, stop.

-Goddamn it. Get off me.
-[grunting]

Ow, Keane.

Will you stop it, Keane!
Stop it!

What the fuck are you doing?!

[David] Oh, shit.
Fuck, man. Don't slap me.

-Bitch, get off me.
-[grunting]

Fuck you!

Get... Ow! Ow! Get the...

[both grunting]

[David cries out]

I'm gonna get a closer look.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

I'll be right back.

-[door opening]
-[gasps]

-[whispering] Jesus Christ.
-[door closes]

Ma'am, I...
I can't go on doing this.

Just get ready to follow them.

These guys, they're-they're
picking up corpses.

They're not corpses.

They're just kidnapping people.

"Just kidnapping people"?

"Just kidnap..."
What kind of people are you?

Just follow them.

Look, when they stop again,

you can go on your way,
I promise.

-Promise?
-Yes.

Go.

♪

♪

[engine stops]

[driver]
They stopped again.

I'm done here.

Just-just wait
a little bit longer.

No, lady, I-I can't wait.

I'm-I'm done.

Don't look at me like that.

We had a deal.

All right.

You didn't see me tonight
and none of this ever happened.

-Yeah.
-Hey, look at me.

None of this happened.

[distant siren wailing]

The coast is clear.

So which one should
we take up first?

Cesna. He's been out
the longest.

[panting]

[car door closing]

[panting]

[door opening]

[TV playing indistinctly]

[door closes]

[ringtone playing]

[whispering]
Shut that off.

[both grunting]

[ringtone continues playing]

[whispering]
Oh, fuck. It's Suzie.

-[ringing stops]
-What are you doing?

I don't know. I panicked.

[Keane over phone]
Hi, this is Keane.

Please leave a message.

[sighs]

What the fuck?

Ah, fuck it.

♪

[clattering]

[Kollmick]
Be careful with this one.

♪

[Kollmick]
All right.

[Kollmick grunting,
talking indistinctly]

[phone ringing]

[Kollmick whispering]
Go, go, go, go.

[continues indistinctly]

[ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

[grunting]

[clears throat, sniffles]

This is the Afar Hotel.

We shine to make you shine.

How can I help you?

Yes, hello,
I'd like to connect with, um,

Mr. Kollmick, please.

[yawning]
Who, ma'am?

Uh, he's a resident
at your hotel.

Kollmick.

Right, that guy.

Yes, he's in room 123.

-Okay.
-Hold for a moment, please.

-I'll connect you.
-Okay.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Yes?

Singh, no,
I don't want to be disturbed.

Please don't put
any calls through.

I'm sleeping.

[Singh] Ma'am, yeah, he asked me
not to put the call through.

What?

What are you talking about?

Look, this is important.
I believe my husband's in there.

[yawning]
What do you mean?

-Well?
-You did well tonight.

What are we going
to do with them?

[sighs] I think it's time
that we moved on...

-What am I gonna tell Suzie?
-Nothing.

You went out to get some air,
you dropped your phone.

Shit, my phone is
on the stairs.

No, no, Keane, Keane.
Sit, relax.

-[quietly] Okay.
-We'll get your phone later.

Now we need to focus

on the critical part
of your lesson.

And that is?

Domination.

Come again?

Ma'am, there's nothing
I can do.

He doesn't want to talk
to anyone at the moment.

[sighs]

[sighs]

But why?

Because that's the only way
you'll be able to figure out

what kind of domination
you want to possess.

This is insane.

You have to trust me.

The way that you like
to be dominated

is exactly the same as how
you like to dominate others.

So, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna tie my hands
or something?

And I'll put a gag on you.

You have to feel
that helplessness.

You need to experience
what those guys are feeling,

so you'll know
how and what to do

to stir up that emotion.

And isn't that important
for your book?

How the victims feel.

♪

Is this really necessary?

-Trust me.
-Trust you?

If you believe it,
it will be real.

Think of Don Quixote.

Believe to create reality.

♪

You good?

[exhales]

[sighs]

♪

[phone ringing]

♪

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

[Singh]
This is the Afar Hotel.

We shine to make you shine.

How can I help you?

I need to talk to room 123.

No, ma'am. I can't put you
through to room number 123.

This is important.

I understand, ma'am, but he
doesn't want to talk to you.

His life is in danger.
Put me through...

-[Singh] Okay, okay.
-Put me through.

Uh, hold for a moment, please.

I'll connect you.

You think you felt
lonely before?

No.

You've never really
experienced it.

[phone ringing]

But you will realize

-in that moment,
-[ringing continues]

in that split second,
you are alone.

Hello?

Keane?

Suzie. Uh...

I'm with Kollmick.

[Suzie]
Yeah, yeah, I realize.

Uh...

Why is your phone
going to voicemail?

I-I dropped it.

-It broke.
-Okay.

Are you coming home?

I... I can't come home tonight,

honey.

It's late. You left
without saying anything.

I know, I know,
but I won't be able to come.

-Why not?
-Look, I got to go.

Keane, wait. Keane.

Keane.

-Wait.
-[slams down receiver]

♪

Shall we begin?

[Cesna grunting]

Ah, that fucking Cesna.

[Cesna muttering]

-He's gonna wake everyone up.
-[shouts indistinctly]

♪

Oh, my God.

What's going on here?

[muffled]
It's okay. Everything is fine.

-Did that guy do this to you?
-[Keane] No.

It's nothing.

[Singh grunts]

Goddamn it! Stop doing that!

-All right, stop shouting.
-What the hell, man?

-Just-just calm down.
-How am I supposed to calm down

when we keep knocking
people out left and right?

Is this ever gonna stop?
Will this stop?

I had to do it.
He would've called the cops.

Can we talk to people first?

Can we just try that, please?

Talk, then knock.

Maybe if we would've talked to
Cesna, he would've understood.

How about first talking,
then knock?

Talk, then knock.

Well, I'm not the one
who knocked out Cesna.

That... that...

Fuck you.

♪

I don't know, you're acting
very strange tonight.

You've got this weird look
in your eyes.

If you ask me,
you've learned a lot already.

What have I learned?

Knocking people out.

♪

[sighs]

♪

Keane?

Suzie?

-What's going on here?
-Nothing.

Nothing, nothing.

Nothing.
No, no, no, no, no, no!

Ah, what are you doing?!

-What the fuck are you doing?
-We're busted.

That's Suzie!

-Really?
-Yes, it's Suzie.

Why do you keep knocking people
out on the head all the time?

I thought we were busted.
What's she doing here?

How am I supposed to know?
Maybe if you didn't knock

her out, I could've asked her.

-Suzie?
-Well, I didn't
know it was her.

How could I have known?

Um, by asking,
looking, talking?

Come on, Suzie. Wake up.

-I really didn't
know it was her.
-Wake up, Suzie.

[Suzie inhales]

-[Keane] Suzie. [stammering]
-[Suzie] What?

-Oh, shit. What's going on?
-Suzie.

-It's okay, it's okay.
No, no, no.
-You're gonna kill me.

-You're gonna kill me.
-Of course not. No, no, no, no.

Calm down, calm down.

It's all a mistake.

See, Kollmick,
he accidentally knocked you out

because he thought
you were someone else.

-The house is in my name.
-What?

The house?
What are you talking about?

Zoe said... Where's Zoe?

-No, she's not... Zoe? No Zoe.
-Hang up the phone.

-Suzie, calm down. Calm...
-Hang the phone up!

No phone. Calm down.

It's just Kollmick and me.
Don't know where Zoe is.

-Calm down.
-[groaning]

-Ow.
-Shh.

-You're okay.
-[groans] Were you
trying to kill me?

Of course not. Of course not.

What?

-The toxicology book.
-Toxicology?

-The tox...
-Oh, the book? That was just...

Kollmick gave me that book.
[stammers] Look...

Listen, Kollmick--
you remember Kollmick, right?

Yeah, so, so,
the thing is, Kollmick, he...

Kollmick's not really
a marriage counselor.

[Suzie]
What?

-He's not a marriage counselor?
-No.

He's actually a...

...retired serial killer.

A what?

A-A retired serial killer.

Kollmick is helping me
write a book.

Look, you remember the night
that I-I brought him home?

Remember that night, honey?
Good.

So, I couldn't...
How-how could I...

I couldn't say that I had
brought home a serial killer.

[Kollmick]
A retired serial killer.

Right.

So, you're not trying
to kill me?

No. Why would I do that?

-[groans]
-It's okay.

[laughs]
Are you okay?

Oh, God, I'm so confused.

Oh, no, I get it.
It's confusing.

-I'm so confused.
-It's very confusing.

Keane.

Yes?

-Shh.
-The thing is...

Good.

I thought you were trying to,
trying to kill me.

No, I would never do that.

I have to tell you something.

What's that?

I tried to kill you
a few times.

Wh-what?

When? What?!

I told you the light
was green, well...

Remember? It was, it was red.

[Keane]
Uh... yeah.

And that gas, you remember
that gas smell in the kitchen?

[groaning and clattering
in other room]

-Are they here? Inside?
-What gas?

-[Keane] What are you
talking about?
-Who?

-That guy and David?
-Suzie, what the fuck?

What-what gas?
What are you talking about?

How do you know about them?

I've been following
you two all night.

-So, what's the plan?
-Uh.

Suzie, do you think
there's a plan?

Look, listen to me.

-So, they are here?
-Hey, everyone wait.

Kollmick is helping me
write a book.

And, yes, this looks like
it has gotten out of control--

and it has a little bit--

but we're working on that,
and everything will be fine.

It's just
a big misunderstanding.

So, you kidnapped them
and brought them here?

What's the plan?

Can I see them?

You're excited.

-Can I?
-Can you what?

Can I go in there?

[Keane]
Uh, no.

They can't see your face.

Can I hold that gun?

Sure.

Suzie, what about the gas?

So, you never wanted to kill me?

The toxicology.

And you just cooked for me.

My favorite dish.

I thought about stabbing you,
too.

[Keane whimpers quietly]

A couple of times.

But, Keane,

I am so happy
you're still alive.

[Kollmick sighs]

[sighs]

Ungag him.

[panting]

Now listen up
and repeat after me.

Who are you?

You don't want to know.

Now repeat after me.

I know where you live.

What?

I know where you live.

Repeat it.

I know where you live.

No.

I know where you live.

I know where you live.

[sighs]

You're not doing it right.

Sweetie,
what do you want him to do?

She wants him
to repeat after her,

-but...
-Isn't it clear?

Am I speaking some kind
of weird language?

He is repeating after her.

I know where you live.

-That's what I'm saying.
-[Keane] Oh.

I know where...
I get it, I get it.

She wants you to say,
"You know where I live."

That's what you want him
to say, right?

I know where you live.
Repeat it.

[crying]

[Keane]
Oh, no, are you crying?

[Singh crying]

Why are you crying?

[crying]
I'm so confused.

-Am I not being clear?
-Sweetie, sweetie.

You want him to say,
"You know where I live"?

[Suzie]
Yes. Isn't it clear?

Actually, no. I mean,
I was a little confused.

You have to be more direct.

[Keane] Honey, you are pointing
a gun at him after all.

Are you two... together?

What?

Are-are the two of you
together?

Well...

Are we? Yeah, we are.

We're going through a little
marriage troubles right now.

But I think
it's all gonna work out.

Keane.

Reverse what I say.

I know where you live.

You know where I live.

Good.

We know who you are.

You know who I am.

[crying]

If I ever see you again,

or if you ever
go to the police,

or if you ever breathe a word
of what happened tonight

to anyone,
even to yourself in the mirror,

one of us...

well...

you don't want to know.

Do you want me
to repeat all of or...?

No.

All right, untie him.

[sighs]

-Bravo.
-[Keane grunting]

Okay, that, Keane, was exactly

what I was trying
to explain to you.

Okay, there you go.

[groaning quietly]

-[Suzie] Hello, David.
-[door opens, closes]

Would you mind?

Oh, Suzie.
Oh, thank God you're here.

Thank God you're here.

I think there's been
a misunderstanding.

They, I think...

-Suzie, higher.
-I really think
they've lost their mind.

-[gunshot]
-[screaming]

[Keane]
Oh, what the fuck?!

-What was that? Why...
-What? What are you...

-You said "fire."
-[David] Oh, my God.

I did not say "fire."
I said "higher."

-As in aim the gun higher.
-[Suzie] Oh.

[Kollmick] So that he could
look down the barrel

of the gun and be more scared.

-Okay, yeah, I thought
you said "fire."
-You shot David!

-Do I look like General Custer?
-[David whimpering]

I mean, if I'd wanted you
to shoot,

I would say "shoot,"
not "fire."

-[crying]
Please, please. Please.
-Yeah, my bad, sorry.

[Cesna]
You amateurs.

[laughing]

I'm going...
I'm going to kill you

and give this wife of yours
a thorough fucking!

-Excuse me?
-Just wait and see.

I'm going to fuck
your fucking lives

inside out!

[laughing]

You stupid bitch!

♪

You are going to scream in pain
when I am in

-your fucking ass!
-[gunshot]

Okay.

[screaming]

No! No!

Please! No! No!

[both]
Shut up.

O-okay. Okay, I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.
-Okay.

Hey.

You two go home, okay?

I'm sure you have lots
to talk about.

I'll take care of all this.
Don't worry.

Here.

Okay. Go. Go, go, go.

♪

Keane.

♪

[low, muffled talking]

[wood creaking]

[phone ringing]

[gun cocks]

[gunfire]

-[shell casings clattering]
-[gunshot]

♪

[Keane]
It's set in Slovenia

in 40,000 BC.

It's winter,
and it's very cold.

Now, the Homo sapiens are
about to die of starvation

so the chief of the tribe
suggests that they go

to a nearby cave
of Neanderthals and kill them.

They kill the Neanderthals
and bring their bodies back.

And as they're about
to eat them,

one of the Homo sapien women
objects to this.

This particular woman
had lost her own children.

The chief gets furious
with this woman

and exiles her from the tribe.

But it's a cold, cold winter
in Slovenia,

so to avoid freezing
out in the open,

the woman takes shelter
in that Neanderthal cave.

Now, as she's about
to fall asleep,

she hears a rustling in
the dark recesses of the cave.

She looks, and she sees one
last Neanderthal man remaining.

They suddenly attack
each other,

fighting to the death.

All night, they struggle
until they're both exhausted,

and they doze off.

They cuddle as they sleep
just to survive the cold.

But in the morning,
they wake up

and they attack
each other again.

And when night falls, they go
to sleep in each other's arms.

And so, the days
continue on this way,

yet every night, they end up
sleeping in each other's arms.

[Suzie]
So, is that a happy ending?

[Keane] The only
thing happy about it is

it's not an ending.

[phone ringing]

["Black Santa" by Kid Congo &
The Pink Monkey Birds playing]

♪

♪

♪

[music slows, stops]

["Yes Sir, I Can Boogie"
by Baccara playing]

[sultry vocalizing]

♪

[vocalizing continues]

♪ Mister ♪

♪ Your eyes are full
of hesitation ♪

♪ Sure makes me wonder ♪

♪ If you know what
you're looking for ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ I want to keep
my reputation ♪

♪ I'm a sensation ♪

♪ You try me once,
you'll beg for more ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Yes, sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ But I need a certain song ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie-woogie
all night long ♪

♪ Yes, sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay,
you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie-woogie
all night long ♪

♪ No, sir ♪

♪ I don't feel very much
like talking ♪

♪ No, neither walking ♪

♪ You wanna know
if I can dance ♪

♪ Yes, sir ♪

♪ Already told you
in the first verse ♪

♪ And in the chorus ♪

♪ But I will give you
one more chance ♪

♪ Ah... ♪

♪ Yes, sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ But I need a certain song ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie-woogie
all night long ♪

♪ Yes, sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay,
you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie-woogie
all night long ♪

♪ Yes, sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay,
you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie-woogie
all night long ♪

[sultry vocalizing]

♪ Yes, sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ But I need a certain song ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie-woogie
all night long ♪

-♪ Yes sir, I can boogie ♪
-♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay,
you can't go wrong ♪

-[vocalizing]
-♪ I can boogie ♪

-♪ I can boogie, ooh ♪
-♪ Boogie-woogie ♪

-♪ All night long ♪
-♪ All night long ♪

♪ Yes, sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay,
you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie-woogie
all night long. ♪

♪ ♪

[music fading]