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I had the dream again.

I'm arranging flowers on a table

for a centerpiece.

I decorate the flowerpot with fancy paper.

Feels like velvet.

There are three different kinds of flowers.

There are lilies,

and there are...

By the way, did you reach my sister?

Wait a minute. Let's--

let's go back to the dream.

Tell me more about these flowers.

There's nothing more to tell.

Besides, aren't you going to tell me

that we're out of time?

We have a few more minutes.

You were late today.

Mmm...

I'm late for everything these days.

What's going on that's making you late?

Whenever I leave my apartment,

I, um... I have to go back

and make sure the stove's off.

And then...

After I check it,

I have to go back and make sure

the pilot light didn't blow out

when I closed the oven door.

Today I went back eight times.

I didn't get to the store till 10:00.

What happens when you're late?

Well, nothing. I mean...

I don't get into trouble or anything.

It's just my supervisor's

been trying to get a date with me.

Interested?

In you?

Um...I'm...

Oh. I mean, in him?

Oh.

Well, I don't know.

Well, it could be that you perform this ritual

in order to be late...

To avoid a prospective lover

or anger him.

Do you mean I'm passive-aggressive?

You really should talk to her, Dr. barr.

To who?

My sister.

She says she knows some things

about my mother and father.

Might shed some light.

Maybe those are the kind of things

that we'd do best

to uncover in our work here, Diana.

You should really talk to her.

You won't regret it.

She's...

She's a very interesting girl.

Where the hell you been, Isaac?

I asked for a break.

Doesn't look good if my expert witness is late.

I had a patient.

Mr. o'brien, you may proceed.

Dr. barr...

In addition to your private practice

here in San Francisco,

you're also head of forensic psychiatry

at overland state hospital, correct?

Yes, that is correct.

In that capacity,

you evaluate and treat hundreds of such cases

like the one we have today.

Your honor, we're all aware

of Dr. barr's eminent qualifications.

May we just proceed?

By all means.

I thought we were proceeding, your honor.

Dr. barr, my client pepe carrero

has confessed to stabbing his stepfather to death.

The prosecutor...

Has taken the position--

I want to get this right--

"that pepe carrero is a dangerous schizophrenic

"who should be locked away

in a maximum security state hospital."

My conclusion was also based on the fact

that Mr. carrero is a professional pickpocket

who's been through the system before.

Your honor, the question isn't whether Mr. carrero

is a model citizen.

He's been found guilty.

We're here today to try to figure out

what to do with him.

Very eloquent, Mr. o'brien.

Please continue.

Dr. barr...

Did you conduct your own examination

of pepe carrero?

Yes, I did.

I saw him two hours a day

for five days.

What were your findings?

Well, first, I found clearly

pepe carrero is not a schizophrenic.

His stepfather was beating him,

and he had been doing so routinely

over a nine-year period.

Pepe had an acute psychological breakdown

precisely at the moment

when the violence against him was

threatening his life.

In other words, he was temporarily insane.

Unbelievable.

Now, as an expert in the insanity plea,

what do you recommend we do

with pepe carrero?

Well, a...

A state hospital...

Is really nothing more than a human warehouse.

There's no therapy offered,

only chemical restraints.

Unfortunately, this will not help pepe.

What pepe needs is

a properly structured program

of intense psychotherapy.

Are you suggesting that the state

bear the expense of that treatment?

No, no.

If the state agrees with my diagnosis,

I'd be happy to take on the treatment myself

free of charge.

May I ask why you are making

such a generous and time-consuming gesture?

This is not a gesture.

If pepe is safe, then we are all safe.

Isn't that why we're here?

All right, so I'll see you in my office?

Yeah.

That's twice a week, right?

Absolutely, doc. Twice a week.

Thanks again, doc.

I owe you one, ok?

Mr. o'brien?

Stay out of trouble.

One big happy family.

You upset about something, detective?

Who, me, upset?

No!

We cops love it when a guy walks,

especially on a bullshit

insanity plea.

Come on. You and I know

this kid isn't dangerous.

There was no volition.

I've heard it all before.

If anybody's going crazy, it's me,

watching months of work go down the toilet

because of you.

I'm sensing an ugly hostility here,

detective.

Maybe you should come by the office.

We'll talk about it.

I'll tell you what, doc.

I'll stay out of your office

and you stay out of mine.

I think he likes you, Isaac.

Really.

You know, around 6:00,

this place is crawling with available women.

Only thing crawling here, Mike, is you.

I'm trying to give it up.

Hey, isn't that, uh...

Yeah.

It is. It's her.

Gee, she looks great. Yeah.

Yeah.

What do you think the Grace period is

before you can ask

your best friend's ex-girlfriend

to go out with you?

10, 11 years.

Well, you know what they say--

if you say anything about fish or the sea,

I'm leaving.

I was going to say lust never sleeps.

Some folk wisdom.

Why don't I just live vicariously

through your conquests?

Why don't you get out of your office

and meet people?

I meet people.

No, no, no. You meet patients.

You work too damn much.

Really.

I can't help it.

Aw...I...Mmm...

It's like my-- I got this uncle, right?

He used to sell shoes.

Shake hands with someone,

first thing he does, he looks at your feet.

How nice. You have a nice instep.

What are you, about a size 9?

Size 9?

Same thing with me.

He looks at shoes,

I look at people's thoughts.

I try to figure out what they really mean.

You do this enough, after a while, people...

They stop surprising you.

I just want to be surprised, Mike.

Yeah.

Dr. barr?

Hi. I'm Heather Evans.

Diana's sister?

Oh. Hi. Yeah.

She did say I was coming by,

I hope.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, she mentioned you might be...Stopping by.

She felt it was important we talk.

Yeah. She said you might be able

to shed some light on her family history.

Yes, maybe, yeah.

You want to... Go on, sit down.

Sure.

How often does this happen?

What?

A patient's sister coming to talk to you.

No, not very often.

Actually, never.

Never?

What exactly are you trying to do

for Diana?

Well, I guess I'm doing what all...All shrinks do.

Uh...

To paraphrase Freud,

I'm trying to turn her neurotic misery

into general unhappiness

so she can be like the rest of us.

But she's not like the rest of us.

How do you mean?

Our father, um...

Our--our mother left us when we were very little.

My father and Diana...

My fa--

um, my father was...

Well, let's say...

He had a lot of prob-problems.

Your father raped Diana?

Yes.

Do you think you can help us?

Yeah, I think I can.

I hope so.

Isn't she beautiful, Dr. barr?

She said you guys met.

Yes, we did.

Compared to Heather,

I always felt like a... Like a caterpillar,

creepy and crawly.

A caterpillar turns into a butterfly,

doesn't it?

Heather's the butterfly.

Isn't that obvious?

I had the dream again.

I'm arranging flowers on a table as a centerpiece.

Lilies...

Carnations...

What was the third?

Remember what we said about the stove ritual?

The stove ritual's over.

I haven't done it in a week.

I'm checking the gun now.

I make sure the safety's on and that it's loaded,

10 times every morning.

What makes you feel that you need a gun?

I don't.

It's Heather's gun.

She made me take it.

How does it make you feel

when you're...

Checking the gun in the morning?

Well...

It's my surrogate penis.

The safety being on

is because I'm ambivalent about my phallic fantasies,

and the bullets are semen.

Do you think about the dangers

of having a loaded gun in your apartment?

All the time.

Diana, if you don't mind...

Could you have your sister give me a call?

Dr. barr?

Diana said you wanted to see me.

Yeah, I did.

How long were you waiting?

Not long.

I didn't want to bother you

in your office.

I was working late.

You want to come in?

Sure.

Come on in.

Why don't you take your coat off?

It's soaked.

Ok, you want coffee--

I don't have any coffee.

You want a drink?

I can't drink.

I mean, I don't drink.

Glass of water.

Water, that'd be great.

All right. Good.

It's really beautiful.

Thanks.

"The insanity defense is as old as--

no, no, no, don't do that.

I don't...

It's just a paper I've got to deliver.

You're giving a speech?

Yeah,

at a symposium on law and psychiatry.

Fascinating.

It's in a couple of months.

Ok.

Diana told me about the gun.

What gun?

The gun she said you gave her.

I'm worried about Diana enough.

I'm not going to give her a gun.

Believe me, there is no gun.

I'm still concerned.

You see, a fabrication like this is...

It's a kind of fantasy,

and a fantasy is a kind of wish.

Did you really think I'd give Diana a gun?

No.

But you wanted to see me anyway.

Yes, I did.

The rain stopped.

Want to go for a cup of coffee?

Sure.

Sure.

I can't imagine doing what you do.

Why not?

Just talking to people every day

about their problems.

What do you say?

What a shrink does is repeat

the last two words people say

and rephrase it like a question.

So...

Your mother?

Isaac, I'm married.

Yeah.

I should've seen that one coming.

Three years.

No wedding ring.

Yeah, we share an apartment.

Emphasis on apart.

Then why are you still with him?

You try divorcing

a Greek orthodox gangster.

Gangster.

What, does he have pin-striped suits

and carry a violin case, this guy?

No. He builds public housing

for the poor.

Gangster.

Can't get more corrupt than that.

So this is it?

We're finished?

To be honest,

I don't know if I really want it to be.

It's not just your husband.

It's...

You're a patient's sister.

It doesn't feel right.

Ok.

I understand.

Well...

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I have to go.

No, don't go.

No, I have to.

don't go. It's not that late.

I just want you to understand something

about Diana before I leave.

I think I do.

After my father raped her...

Our mother left us.

I tried to get her away from him,

but I couldn't.

That's ok.

No.

No. You don't know everything.

There was a fire.

My father died in it.

The police thought Diana

had something to do with it.

But I made it...

I made it clear she didn't.

I just think she's blocked it all out.

I don't really know

whether that's good or bad.

It's neither.

It's just something...

Something else we got to work out.

I really do have to go.

Jimmy?

Heather, honey.

It's after 11:00.

Where have you been?

Well, I thought you were, uh...

No. We finished early.

I came home.

You weren't here.

I missed you.

I had this thing to do for Diana,

so I--I...

Well, the next time I go away,

you come with me.

You look tired, honey.

Had I known that--

you've really got to take better care of yourself.

Look at this.

Goddamn it,

look at this.

Ahh.

You know...

I didn't have one gray hair,

not one,

until I married you.

You can't even see that,

not unless you were looking under

a magnifying glass.

What, you think I'm afraid?

Afraid of what?

Of you--

that you won't love me when I'm an old man.

Of course I will.

But just not until then, huh, baby?

I didn't say that.

Nah, of course not.

You don't have to say it.

You don't have to speak.

We understand each other so well, don't we?

I thought the workout would relax me,

but, uh, I'm still on edge.

I could get you a drink.

It's a little late for a drink.

So...

Why are you standing there?

Do it.

Jimmy, I don't want to.

You heard me.

I know you heard me.

Now do it.

Slower.

Why don't we talk about you and Heather for a while?

Why? Because she's more interesting?

How do you mean, interesting?

I had the dream again.

I'm arranging flowers on a table

as a centerpiece.

And I decorate the flowerpot

with fancy paper.

The paper--paper feels like velvet.

There are three kinds of flowers--

lilies,

carnations...

And the third kind?

Violence.

Violence?

I didn't say violence.

I said violates.

I said violets.

Violets.

They're just flowers.

I once did floral arranging.

Why does everything always have to be

about sex?

Ok. Why don't we talk

a little about the fancy paper?

It feels like velvet.

You'd say that symbolizes what,

like, pubic hair?

I knew you'd say something disgusting.

You said it.

So, what do we do?

Just keep doing this. It's good.

Do you want to know how the dream ends?

Yes.

Everything...

Everything goes up in flames--

the flowers,

the table...

Just one great big fireball.

Poof.

Then I wake up.

I've been treating this attractive,

seductive young woman.

She's got an older sister

who just happens to be married.

We've met a few times

to discuss family history,

and, uh...

Then we...

Uh...

You didn't sleep with her?

Oh, Isaac.

I went through the a.M.A.'S principles of ethics.

Even the special annotations for psychiatry

didn't say anything about sleeping

with a patient's sister.

It's a tawdry cliche--

the shrink with a weakness for an unhappy woman.

I didn't say she was unhappy.

You didn't have to.

She chooses he who must choose her.

I suppose now you're going to tell me

you have feelings for this woman.

To tell you the truth,

I can't stop thinking about her.

You know as well as I,

romantic love is a projection.

You're not seeing this woman.

Get out.

It's a vision of her.

You're in a delusional state.

I am not delusional.

Yes, it is. It's delusional.

There's no human being-- no woman--

that's so beautiful, so special

that all of your normal thought patterns get--

oh, can I help you?

Your receptionist said I could find you here.

Hey.

Come in. Come on in.

Uh, this is Alan lowenthal, my colleague,

my conscience.

Heather Evans.

Pleased to meet you.

Have a seat.

No. I didn't mean to interrupt you.

No. No problem.

What were you just saying?

That I'm late for my rounds?

Yeah, uh-huh.

Nice to meet you.

You, too.

So, you cure any crazies today

or what?

No, but I did receive this lovely set

of original drawings

created by a personal friend

of the president of bantar.

Bantar?

Yes, the planet.

There's a theme here,

and the theme is that Satan and I

have much in common,

and that I must die.

How sweet.

Yes.

I didn't want you to leave last night.

I know.

I'm sorry.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

Ok.

I'll find a way out.

I've--I've wanted to for a long time, but...

Now I have a reason.

Check out a guy for me,

through the d.A.'S office maybe.

A guy?

Mm-hmm. Maybe a bad guy.

His name's Jimmy Evans.

Builds public housing, I think.

Who is he?

I don't know. I want to find out.

Huh?

Somebody's husband.

Oh...

She's trying to get out of it.

Yeah, yeah. That's the problem.

They're always trying,

but they never actually get out of it.

Trust me. This is good.

This is life-affirming, positive energy--

everything you hate.

If I hate it, it's gotta be all right.

You know what I love about this place?

I'll tell you.

You take away the prices

and all the polite bullshit,

and it's just, mmm, good food,

plus which I won't see any of my friends here.

don't you like your friends?

I make good money

off those greedy motherfuckers,

and when that stops, the friendship stops.

What do you care if they heard?

You think their shit don't stink?

You can be so crude.

Yes, I can.

But you need that.

You don't like it, but you need it.

But you need it... To get off.

What do you think you're doing?

I was just going to have a little sip.

You mean another sip.

So?

So, you forget the last time

you had a sip?

You got way out of hand.

I had one good time once,

and I got "way out of hand"?

Hey, it's more than once.

I think you're right.

I think it was twice.

Excuse me.

Perfect.

I'm holding these reservations

two weeks-- two fucking weeks,

and you take tonight

to grow a wild hair up your ass.

Thank you very much.

Fuck off.

Jesus Christ, you--you kill me.

One more...

And that's it.

Heather, put it down.

That's enough.

Put it down.

Look at me.

I'm chewing on a pancreas.

A pancreas is a gland, for Christ's sake.

It's a tasty gland, but it's a fucking gland.

Heather.

Heather. Heather.

What's wrong with you?

I'm a little... D-dizzy.

I don't feel well.

I've got to go to the bathroom.

Come right back.

I saw that, you bastard!

don't look in his eyes!

He'll burn your soul!

Can't you smell it?

Burning bodies everywhere.

Burning flesh!

don't look at him! don't!

He'll burn you! Aah!

He's burning every-- everything. He's burning!

Get away.

don't touch her.

He's burning...

Mr. Evans? Yes.

I'm Dr. Lee.

What's wrong with my wife?

Your wife suffers

from pathological intoxication.

What kind of intoxication?

Pathological intoxication.

She came here last year after

a similar incident.

Yes, but she had even less to drink this time.

People with this syndrome

will have a dramatic, often violent response

to the smallest amounts of alcohol

and remember nothing.

Your wife's in here.

Jesus.

Get her home and let her sleep off the shot.

And keep her away from alcohol in any form.

Do you understand?

Yes. Thank you, doctor.

Irwin, we're outta here.

You're damaged goods,

but you're also my wife...

And if you ever embarrass me

like that again...

I'll fucking kill you.

You come out here a lot?

No. Just in moments of existential angst

or when I want to impress a date.

Ouch!

What was that?

I don't know.

We're in a ditch.

Well, looks like we're

going to have to spend the night here.

don't even...

Whoa.

It's great, isn't it?

Yeah.

You sure it's ok?

Yeah.

I've got a special doctor's pass.

Amazing, isn't it?

I don't know, Isaac.

Come on.

Ok, almost there.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Yep, yep, this is it.

This is it.

Huh?

Great, huh?

I want you to know something.

What's that?

It's the first day I've played hooky

in about two years.

You impressed?

No.

Oh!

Ohh.

Aah! Jesus Christ!

Ok, all right.

It never happened before.

Hey.

Come on.

What is this?

It's for protection.

There are a lot of lunatics out there.

Protection.

Come down here.

Ok...

Do you want to talk about this?

No.

So, how bad is it?

"Jimmy Evans.

Born Dmitri evangelou."

September...Whatever, 19...Doesn't matter.

"Emigrated Athens at 18 to avoid the draft."

The man builds buildings...

Supplemented by

the occasional pension-fund scam,

bid rigging,

money laundering.

Fucking around with his wife

is like... Teasing king Kong.

Now, Dmitri is not invisible.

There's a federal task force looking into this character.

I'd stop seeing the girl, ike.

I don't know if I can.

She's not the kind of girl you stop seeing.

So, this cocksucker, he says to me,

I've got too much sand in my concrete.

"Remember all those buildings

"that toppled in the earthquake in Armenia?"

And I'm thinking,

hey, what are you worried? This isn't Armenia.

This is San Francisco.

Was that a look?

Were you giving me a look in there?

No. I wasn't looking at you.

No?

I was looking at your wife.

Ah.

My wife.

I don't like people looking at my wife,

and I certainly don't like being looked at.

You understand?

Now you no-dicks over at justice

either hand down an indictment

or stay off my ass,

'cause if I catch you even glancing

my way again,

you'll lose your fucking eyeballs.

That'll solve your legal problems.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.

Heather, honey, where are you going?

I don't feel well.

I want to get a cab home.

Fine. Whatever.

Ok, thanks.

What do you think you were doing in there?

I just had to see this guy for myself.

He thought I was with the justice department.

Do I dress that bad?

You're crazy.

You are.

Maybe.

Probably.

How did you get away from him?

I don't feel well.

I...I told him I was going to catch a cab.

Let me give you a ride.

I have to stop at the drugstore.

Do you mind?

No.

Wake up my driver.

Heather.

So...

Where have you been?

I stopped at the drugstore.

You stopped at the drugstore.

All this hypersensitivity

of one's own body.

"I feel stressed. I have a headache."

The simple fact of the matter is

you don't take care of yourself.

You don't treat your body right.

I'm sick.

You are sick.

She says, "I'm sick."

Tell me something I don't know.

It's late.

Mmm.

I know how to make you feel better.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

No.

Honey, I don't think you heard me.

That's my girl.

Mmm.

I said take off--

aw, shit!

Hi. How are you doing?

What are we going to do?

Listen--I don't know. I do not know.

Now tell me what happened.

They found him dead.

Jimmy...

With his head crushed.

Jimmy's dead?

Crushed.

Dr. barr,

what are you doing here?

I'm her-- I'm her doctor.

Really?

Barr?

Yes.

Let's go.

You'll be ok? I'll be right back.

Ok. Come on out.

Come down here.

Got her.

All right. In here.

Hey.

You all right?

Can you tell me what happened?

Did he attack you?

No, it wasn't like that.

We were just talking...

A fight. Nothing unusual.

And then I just--

I just snapped,

like all those other times.

All these other times?

What are you talking about?

Something happens when I drink.

It's horrible.

I become...

I don't know what I become,

because I never can remember.

Have you seen any doctors about this?

Did they diagnose it?

Did they call it--

would you remember if...

Pathological intoxication?

Does that mean anything to you?

I don't know. Maybe. I--

had you been drinking last night?

No. I--I--I can't drink.

Ok.

All right. Well, what did you do?

I was feeling really sick, I...

I--I took some cough medicine,

and I went in and--

wait, wait. You had cough medicine?

Yes.

How much did you have?

I--I--I don't know. Quite a bit.

You saw how I was feeling.

You know, this stuff,

it can be like 20-25% alcohol.

I'm not crazy, Isaac.

No one's going to believe that I--

you did--you did get this diagnosed, did you not?

You were treated for this, right?

One time I went to mount zion,

and--and twice to stockton.

Ok. Ok.

You have a lawyer?

No. I don't have anything.

The first thing we'll do is get you out of here.

I'll take you to a hospital

and get you a proper examination.

Then I'll get you a lawyer.

You tell me it's lost.

It can stay lost.

I just don't want to be in a trial

and have some bag lady show up

with a dumbbell she found

in a dumpster somewhere.

Fucks up our momentum.

Ok.

What can you tell me about

your husband's will?

What about it?

Well, is--is there anything I should

know about it?

Is this really necessary?

I--I got to get into this, ike.

The d.A. Is certainly going to.

It goes to motive.

My husband was broke.

Gambling debts. Junk bonds.

He used to say I'd never get a cent.

He carried life insurance?

That would go to his brother, uh...

Anthony. He lives in Greece someplace.

I don't really know.

All right.

I'm through.

Everything's going to be ok.

I'll be right there.

Ok. Thanks.

Sure.

Listen, Mike...

Yeah?

There's something you should know.

I was the last one who saw her that night.

I drove her home.

I drove her home, and I left.

Anyone see you?

I don't think so.

Then the lady went home alone.

Alan, it's an open-and-shut case.

I'd do it myself--

yes, but, uh, but Dr. barr

has been, um...

What's the word?

Shtupping the accused.

Mike.

What?

I didn't say it right? What?

Well, I'm uncomfortable with that, also.

I--I don't know, Isaac.

I've never testified at a big trial.

If anything, I think I'm

a prosecution man.

Which only increases your credibility

as a defense witness in this case.

But there's a killing, police.

Alan, Alan. Come on. The deceased was a guy

they've been trying to prosecute for ages.

This is true.

Haven't you noticed that the birds

are chirping more melodiously,

the children's laughter is brighter?

America is just a nicer country

without that slimeball.

I'm not stupid.

I know why you're determined

to suck me into this.

What's--what's he talking about?

Several years ago I published a study

in the journal of general psychiatry.

You want me to believe that Isaac

never mentioned that to you?

Is it in paperback?

Mr. brakhage, you may proceed

with your opening statement.

The defense will tell you

that Mrs. Evans was under the influence

of this or that

when she killed her husband.

They'll bring in so-called experts

to say that she wasn't in her right mind.

But, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

We are here to try a woman

who, on a lovely spring night...

In the sanctity of the apartment

that she shared with her husband,

waited until he turned his back...

And then savagely

swung a heavy dumbbell at his head.

Mr. o'brien.

Boy...

Well, well, I...

That was impressive.

Wasn't it?

Though I think Raymond burr did it first

in the movie a place in the sun

with an oar.

But what Mr. brakhage didn't say

was that that dumbbell over there

is not the object that killed Jimmy Evans.

The actual dumbbell

was never recovered.

If, indeed, it even was a dumbbell.

You see...

Whatever object was used

and whatever really happened

in that bathroom

on that lovely spring night

can never be known beyond a reasonable doubt.

Because...

Heather Evans

has no memory of the events of that night.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Yeah.

Whoa.

Look, I'm sorry to barge in on you like this,

but we got a little, a...

Just a little bit of a--

I'm hanging with a buddy from

the d.A.'S office.

You know, we had-- we had a few cocktails.

No kidding.

Yeah.

The d.A.'S expert witness?

Cohagen. I'm not worried about him.

They were just sandbagging us

with cohagen.

The star has been waiting

in the wings.

Who?

Dr. grusin.

Dr. grusin. Remember? Huh? Yeah.

Oh, god.

Does Alan know?

No.

don't tell him. He's nervous enough as it is.

don't you tell him.

He's nervous enough as it is.

Mr. brakhage.

Dr. grusin...

Have you examined

the defendant Heather Evans?

Yes, I have.

And did you find Mrs. Evans

to be suffering from any illness

that would impair her normal functioning?

No, I did not.

What about pathological intoxication?

I found no evidence of it whatsoever...

And I doubt that anyone but a defense attorney

would either.

Objection, your honor. Move to strike.

Sustained.

The jury will disregard the witness' last statement.

Doctor...Ahem...

Why do you doubt the existence

of so-called

pathological intoxication?

Discussion of this disorder

is simply an attempt to dazzle a jury

with pseudo-scientific jargon,

to convince them that alcohol exerts magic,

evil powers on the brains of a few people.

Objection. The witness is stating an opinion.

Nothing more.

That's the reason she's here, counselor.

She's an expert witness. Overruled.

Why pseudo-scientific, doctor?

Because no one has ever shown

any physical evidence

of pathological intoxication.

What would constitute physical evidence,

Dr. grusin?

A brain scan, genetic profile,

analysis of blood chemistry--

things that can be tested.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Doctor...

Dr. grusin...

Have you examined Heather Evans'

emergency room medical records

from mount zion hospital and, uh...

Stockton hospital?

Of course.

And what were the doctors' diagnostic conclusions?

Pathological intoxication.

But based on my experience

in this area...

Oh, uh...

I would have to disagree.

Your experience in this area.

Tell me, doctor,

how many patients have you treated

with pathological intoxication?

Mr. o'brien...

I have testified

on direct as to my doubts

that this, uh, illness exists.

Therefore, how can I be

expected to have--

please...

Try and answer the question.

How many such patients have you treated?

I haven't treated any.

I have evaluated some patients

who have claimed--

all right, then.

How many such patients have you...Evaluated?

Two.

Two.

I have no more questions for the...Expert witness.

This court is adjourned till tomorrow at 9 A.M.

Hey, Hector.

Hey, Dr. barr.

It's a bitch, huh?

Yeah. Never thought

we'd see her up there.

No, actually,

Heather's not taking the stand.

No?

No.

Doctor...

What quantity of alcohol must be consumed

to produce a severe psychotic reaction

in a person suffering from pathological intoxication?

Only a very small--

in my experience,

only a very small amount of alcohol is needed

to produce a severe psychotic reaction.

And how long does a reaction last?

Generally, a few hours.

And can a person with this illness

remember the psychotic episode?

Patients don't recall the incidents.

And yet a person suffering

from pathological intoxication

may otherwise show no evidence

of mental disorder?

In my experience,

I--I would say that's correct.

Thank you, doctor.

Your witness.

Doctor...

You repeatedly make reference to your experience...

With this obscure disorder.

How many patients with this condition

have you actually treated?

Well, during my fellowship training

at the Stanford psychiatric institute,

I had the opportunity to...

Excuse me.

Conduct a study

of pathological intoxication,

and my findings were published

in the journal of general psychiatry.

In all, there were 87 patients involved.

Did any of these 87 patients...

Excuse me?

Did any of these 87 patients beat their spouses to death?

Oh, dear god, no.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Request opportunity for redirect, your honor.

Proceed.

Doctor, can you tell us

what some of those patients did do

in the acute psychotic phase of their illness?

Didn't one of them slash her wrists?

Yes.

Didn't another break her son's arm?

Oh...

Yes. Yes.

Didn't a third--

one of them threw himself

in front of a Bart train.

Lost a leg.

It's all there in my paper.

Thank you, doctor.

Listen, I get the lady off,

you owe me one.

So how about fixing me up

with her sister?

Very, very sick man.

What can I do?

Jury's back.

Mr. foreman, have you reached a verdict?

We have, your honor.

We, the jury,

find the defendant Heather Evans

not responsible

by reason of temporary insanity

due to pathological intoxication.

All right. Quiet!

Be seated in this courtroom!

I hereby order

that she remain in the custody

of the overland state hospital

for further examination and observation

until it is confirmed

that she no longer represents a danger

to herself or other people,

and that she no longer suffers

from active, dangerous mental disorders.

This court is adjourned.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hello, Dr. barr.

Hi, Diana.

So, how long do you think I have to stay here?

Well, the law says

it could be indefinite.

But if your evaluation

goes fine,

you can be out of here in...

Six to eight weeks.

But that's two months.

Well, you did kill your husband.

Heather, I'm going to get myself

on this evaluation committee.

So, hopefully,

it'll guarantee a minimum stay here.

All right?

All right.

Thank you...

For everything.

Sure.

Everyone has heard Freud's rhetorical question--

"women.... What do they want?"

Elsewhere, Freud refers to the female sex

as the dark continent.

In his interpretation of dreams,

the man who gave the world penis envy

declares that women's libido

is essentially masochistic.

The evidence?

Well, it's buried deep in chapter six.

A patient, dreaming about arranging

a floral centerpiece,

has the poor taste

to mix violets with lilies

and carnations.

The lilies represent purity.

The carnations-- carnal desire.

And, of course, last but not least--

the violets,

standing in for a woman's unconscious need

to be violated--

violently, wouldn't you know?

But I would like to paraphrase the good doctor

and say that sometimes a Violet is just a Violet.

And what of the table

on which these flowers were laid?

Forgive the expression.

Five.

Hector.

Hey. Dr. barr.

Sit down.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Yeah.

During the trial,

you said something strange.

You said,

"I never thought we'd see her up there."

Well, it's none of my business,

seeing how she's your friend.

That's ok. What did you mean by that?

Just that a guy like me, married as I am,

notices a woman like that,

even with her sunglasses and scarf on.

What are you talking about?

Well, she sat in the back row

a couple times last year.

Last year?

Yeah. When you were testifying,

looked to me like she was hanging

on your every word.

Hey, I'm glad for you, doc,

you know, that she got off.

Woman's really something.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she's really something.

Ok. Ok. Thanks a lot, Stan.

Not good.

All right, let me guess...

Jimmy's brother was never sole beneficiary.

No. He was...

Right before he checked out,

a month or so before the murder.

Bone cancer.

That's about the time I met her.

Yeah. And at that point,

Heather became the sole beneficiary.

How much?

The policy was for 2 million.

Since she was found not responsible,

they have to pay double because--

you're going to love this part--

technically,

the whole thing was an accident.

Accident.

A few months from now,

the lady is going to walk out of overland

4 million richer than when she walked in.

I fucking knew I should've taken this case

for a piece of the action.

I want to see Heather Evans.

It's way past visiting hours.

I don't care.

They're secured--

now!

What's going on?

Why did you do it?

What?

Why did you do it?

What? Do what?

Just tell me that...

That it...Evolved...

The plan...

Because you were...

Desperate,

because of the emotional, psychological torture.

Tell me that...

Tell me anything.

Just don't tell me it was for the money.

Not for something as cold as that.

I don't want to hear that.

Isaac, this is crazy.

This--this is crazy.

It's also very clever.

You are a very...

Clever woman.

You sent me your sister...

For help.

You were very concerned, very compassionate.

It was all lies.

Diana told me.

You watched me.

You came to court to watch me testify.

You auditioned me, like for a part.

No, she didn't.

She didn't tell you a thing.

Diana told me everything.

Do you remember that little lead pipe

you held that day at the lighthouse?

It was the handle to a dumbbell.

The dumbbell.

don't fuck with me, Isaac,

or I'll have to prove that you killed Jimmy.

I would have done anything for you.

Jesus, what I did for you.

Dr. barr.

Detective.

You look upset.

Could use a shower, too.

How's Heather?

What can I do for you?

How's Heather?

She's fine.

Anthony evangelou.

Ring a bell?

Jimmy Evans' older brother.

See, last I heard,

Anthony was supposed to collect

on Jimmy's life insurance.

Hah.

I do a little digging,

find out the man's taking a dirt nap

underneath the Parthenon.

Ain't going to get shit.

What did she tell you,

she ain't sharing the money with you,

the 4 million?

Look, I got a report due in the morning.

don't yank my dick.

The night of the murder,

some stud enters the building

with Heather.

Hinky thing.

Now, no one sees this stud walk out.

Ok. Sounds like an interesting lead.

Why didn't you follow up on it?

Doorman's a pillhead on parole.

Even if he made I.D.,

it'd be worth zip.

You think it was me?

At this juncture,

I know it was.

The expert witness is your friend.

The lawyer's your best friend.

The sister's your patient,

and you're banging the accused.

Now, you were me,

what would you think?

Are you arresting me?

Without a murder weapon,

I can't do Jack.

Ok. I want to go home,

take that shower.

You do that.

Sorry I'm late.

You look really nice.

Thank you.

Pretty.

You seeing Isaac later?

What did you tell him?

Tell him?

About us.

I told him the dream,

the one we picked, with the violets.

And?

And that's all.

Why?

Diana, he's leading you on.

What are you talking about?

You fell for him.

I don't know what you mean.

It's ok.

It happens between patients and doctors

all the time.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

I'm not going to get hurt.

He knows everything.

What?

He said you told him everything.

Oh, my god.

I didn't tell him shit.

Heather,

I didn't tell him anything.

I just want you to keep in mind, Diana,

if I go down,

you go down with me.

He's not going to let this go,

not unless we persuade him to.

Are you going to help me...

Or not?

Let's talk about how your father died.

You promised me that whatever Heather said

about my mother and father,

you would tell me.

Yes, I did. That's right.

What did she say?

She said your father raped you.

More than once.

Anything else?

That he was killed...

In a fire.

My father was--

died in a-- smoking in bed,

drunk.

I can still smell the liquor.

Do you think I had something

to do with that?

I wasn't suggesting that you had.

I don't think I had anything

to do with that.

I'm really worried about Heather.

Why is that?

Well, you saw her at the hospital.

She looked awful.

She looked like a crazy person,

don't you think?

Of course, she's under so much stress.

So much stress...

Can manifest...

In very bizarre ways.

Lies?

Yes. Lies.

Mmm.

I wish there was something

we could do to...

To help Heather...

That is, of course, if you're--you're

still interested in helping Heather.

Good morning.

So, what do you think?

Now that we can talk

about the way I am,

what I did.

What would a shrink call somebody

like me, Isaac?

Remember, Heather--

your confinement is indefinite.

And I'm on the committee that evaluates you

every six months.

And there is a very compelling argument

that you do belong in here--

planning a murder for nearly two years...

Waiting for Jimmy's brother to die.

I'd call that pathological.

Have you forgotten?

I still have the dumbbell.

I haven't forgotten that.

Tomorrow at noon,

I'm bringing two assistant d.A.S here.

They're going to want to hear your story...

And mine.

But I've already been found

not responsible.

Haven't you ever heard of

double jeopardy?

I can't be tried twice

for the same crime,

now, can I?

Well, then you have nothing to worry about.

See you at noon tomorrow.

I gather you've heard his version.

So maybe you're ready for the truth.

Of course, miss Evans.

I've invited my sister.

Um, she'll corroborate everything I say.

You'll let

miss Evans' sister in

as soon as she arrives, please.

In the meantime,

why don't we begin?

I s-should have a lawyer here,

but, um...

My lawyer is his best friend.

And I tried to replace him,

but the judge wouldn't let me.

Recently, I've been found to be

temporarily insane,

so I have to defend myself on my own.

don't worry, miss Evans.

We'll listen carefully and impartially

to whatever you have to tell us.

M-my sister's a patient of his,

and we've met a few times

to talk about family business,

and in the course of doing that...

We started an affair.

The first time Isaac ever s-said anything

about killing my husband,

I thought he was joking.

He knew I suffered

from pathological intoxication.

But he just-- he became obsessed.

He--he insisted that we had the...

The makings of a perfect murder.

He followed me home one night.

He followed me home one night.

He acted really...

Agitated and upset, and...

I tried to make him leave,

but he wouldn't.

And he...

He went upstairs, and he did it.

He hit Jimmy.

Isaac hit Jimmy with a dumbbell.

I was horrified.

I think he was horrified, too,

'cause he ran.

He ran right out of the apartment,

and he called me--

he called me in about five minutes

from a bar...

Or someplace, and he told me...

He told me to tell the police

that I had done it

after sipping, uh, cough syrup.

I did. I--I--I hid the dumbbell--

the dumbbell for Isaac.

I know it was wrong to conceal

the evidence, but... I was so scared.

So I got my sister...

I got my sister

to bring the briefcase today.

It's ok. You can give it to him.

It's ok.

What's that?

Where's the dumbbell?

Where's the dumbbell?!

He's controlling her.

He's controlling her.

He made her substitute those

for the dumbbell.

They're from the planet bantar,

aren't they, Isaac?

How did he get you to do it?

How did he get you to do it?!

You're fucking her, aren't you?

Aren't you, you bastard?

Answer me! Answer me!

Answer me, you bastard.

Answer me!

You don't understand.

They're framing me,

but they're both in on it.

Of course, miss Evans.

What is--

you're doctors?

Now you know we're doctors.

You're just confused right now.

I'm with the forensic review committee.

I consult with your late husband's insurance company.

Liars.

You're very upset, miss Evans.

You tricked me. All of you tricked me.

Hold on. I think I can reach her.

You're in it together.

Heather, just...

It's ok.

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

You were right about double jeopardy.

This was the only way.

You cocksucking son-of-a-bitch bastard!

You bastard!

Fuck you all!

Fuck you all!

Fuck you! You lied to me!

Let go of me!

Let go! Let go!

No!

Fuck you all! Fuck you!

Jesus.

When you came to us with your diagnosis,

we--well, we were skeptical.

There was no indication

of psychosis.

There was no prior history.

She's worse than you described her.

Talk about paranoid.

What did she think we were, district attorneys?

The anxiety of killing her husband

plus the repeated insults of alcohol

brought on a full-scale organic psychosis here.

I wouldn't be surprised if there's even

further deterioration.

Why don't we do a review

in six months

and take it from there?

Yeah.

We appreciate your taking the time.

We all know how these cases can drag on.

Patients remain confined for years.

Yes.

Morning, Isaac.

Caterpillar's become a butterfly.

May I get you something to drink?

Champagne cocktail.

Your hair.

Do you like it?

They're extensions.

I hope you're not uncomfortable

being here.

It's so nice to see you away from the office.

So...

What made you so sure you could win me over?

The dream.

Why did you choose

that dream from the archives?

Because my dreams are none of your business.

No. You were hoping

that I would recognize it.

Consciously or not,

you wanted me to intervene.

I just can't seem to get off your couch,

can I, Dr. barr?

I don't know exactly what's going on

in your mind, but...

Whatever it is that...

I could have done...

Whatever I might have implied,

whatever you... Imagined,

I'm sorry.

It's just not going to happen.

Fear of intimacy?

What do you think? Is that a problem here?

Diana, I want you to understand this.

Heather and me...

You and me...

It's finished. It's over.

Gone.

But you're my doctor.

I can't be your doctor...

Or anything else.

What I can do is,

I'll help you find another therapist,

which is something I should have done

months ago.

There is something that I need from you.

Diana, I need the dumbbell.

The dumbbell?

It's gone.

I got rid of it.

I threw it in the bay.

Yeah, all right.

Well, I will be

giving you a call very soon...

With a new doctor's name.

I think it's best if we just...

Say good-bye now.

Well, yeah.

Let's say it then.

Good-bye.

What are you going to do to me?

Why?

Because of what I did to you.

Diana, I love you.

I love you.

Tell me about Isaac.

Oh...

You were right.

He doesn't care about me.

He doesn't even want to be my doctor.

It's ok.

We still have one more chance.

You've got to get the dumbbell to huggins.

Oh, no, no, no. I can't.

I can't-- I can't touch it.

I can't sleep with it

in the apartment.

I can't. I just--

Heather, I'm--I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry

for what I've done to you.

Diana...

Hey.

Maybe there is something you can do

to make up for it.

All visitors, please clear the day room.

All visitors, please clear the day room.

You guys ready to go?

Excuse me, miss.

You forgot your purse.

Thank you.

That one there.

Ok, she has it?

Diana has the dumbbell?

Yeah, I can see her from here.

She's got it, doc. It's in a shopping bag.

Ok, if you could possibly grab it, call me.

I'll come pick it up from you.

No problem.

Hello?

Dr. barr?

Pepe, how'd it go?

I have something for you.

Great. I can be there in 15, 20 minutes, tops.

You know where?

Yeah. 7th and king.

Uh-huh.

And you're all right?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks. I'll be right over.

Yeah, I'll be here.

Wrong girl, pal.

Homicide.

Detective huggins, please.

We got most of it cleared down here.

If it's not one thing, it's a damn 'nother.

Thanks.

This is huggins.

Hello, detective.

This is Heather Evans.

Mm-hmm.

I have that, uh...

Item you've been looking for.

I thought you were still in overland.

I got a pass. I've got what you want.

I'm at the bay marina.

I'll be here for 40 minutes.

Bay marina?

I know it. I'll be there.

Then I heard this boom,

but I didn't think nothing of it.

We hear that shit all the time.

We're on our way.

God! Pepe!

You know this guy?

Yeah. What happened?

He took a pill in the chest.

Pepe, can you hear me?

He's stabilized.

Got here any later, maybe not.

Bay marina.

Hold on a second. What?

Bay marina. Bay marina.

20--20 minutes maybe.

She got the pipe, doc.

She got the pipe.

He'll be ok.

You're going to be all right.

You'll be all right.

All right, let's go.

Ok, let's roll.

I can't believe it.

I mean,

if I hadn't got stuck on market,

I'd have beat those fuckers for sure.

That's life, right?

How fast can you get me across the bay?

Fast.

Oh, shit!

Damn it!

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

Your buddy's in surgery.

Looks like he's going to make it.

Thanks.

This ought to be good.

This is the dumbbell Heather used

to kill her husband.

Uh-huh.

I guess I shouldn't have touched it.

Smart fucker, aren't you?

There's a shooting victim

at overland state

who can positively I.D. Her.

Get in the car.

Now, you listen to me, lady...

Both of you, get in the car.

You know, this is kidnapping, sweetheart.

One great big old fucking felony.

I tell you what.

I'll make you a deal.

I don't think you understand.

I don't need any deal.

I'm locked up in a hospital.

I couldn't be involved with what's going to happen.

What's that?

You'll be found dead,

your prints on your dumbbell, his on his gun.

Nobody will ever know what happened.

You remember the last time

we were here?

That meant nothing.

Nothing!

Maybe...

Maybe not.

Diana's dream was a lie.

What you told me about the fire,

that did mean something,

didn't it?

It was about your father,

wasn't it...

And you?

It was you your father raped...

More than once.

You couldn't take that.

You snapped,

and then you killed him.

Because he passed out drunk that night...

Soaked in booze.

All you had to do was strike a match.

Maybe he deserved to die.

Maybe Jimmy did, too.

It's over.

It's really over.

Give me the gun.

It's over.

Barr!

It's not over!

You think you can shrink me

like one of your fucking patients?

Do you think that makes me

feel better?

I don't give a shit

about you or my father.

I don't give a shit about anything.

You're going to kill both of us.

I'm going to kill you first.

Oh! Aah!

Barr!

Barr!

Down here!

Aah!

The window!

Huh?

The window!

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Were you surprised by the not guilty verdict?

Were you unjustly tried as an accomplice

to your sister's crime?

Amazing. Diana was Heather's accomplice.

Everybody bought it.

Mm-hmm.

Especially the jury.

It made sense, didn't it?

Heather was the one

who actually committed the crimes.

And Diana...

Diana was unstable...

Victimized by her older sister.

It was perfect.

Too bad she didn't let me represent her.

You ever think maybe you picked

the wrong sister?

I want to know everything about you, Heather.

The first thing you should know

about me is...

I'm an only child.

Now you've got me.

Yes.

To us.

I'm really not supposed to drink.

Maybe just one sip.

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