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Good morning, Corpus Christi. How are you guys?

Here is Traffic Charlie from Skywatch 4.

We hardly need to tell you, that it is already sultry.

The humidity is 98 percent, and it gets even worse.

Traffic is moving at a snail's pace everywhere except on J.F.K.

the dam, - - where yesterday's storm sent a car over the railing.

There is a collision in the inner lane southbound on Inner Coastal.

That's all for now, friends. I'll be back in 45 minutes.

One: Staff must be addressed by position, title and surname.

For example: Jailer Jones.

Two: No inmate may move behind, on or in the reception.

- Three: - Day one. Another crap day.

Four: You must be fully clothed outside the cell.

Five: You must not open the door to any room other

than your own - - or move around in other inmates' rooms.

Six: Blouse, shoes and trousers must always be worn.

Seven: The residents are distributed as follows:

Section A: The prison officers. Section B: The staff.

Section C...

Knock him!

Do you have a problem, Collins?

I don't care that people interfere in my free time.

Neither do I.

- What does that tail mean to you? - Nothing.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for wanting to come.

I get tired of my own voice pretty quickly,

- - so these lectures often turn into, - -

me answering the questions You had to have.

Doctor Patterson, in "Eva's daughter"

you wrote: "At first the driving force was sex."

"Women were helpless before the serpent of darkness."

Quote end.

Were you women mere moths to the flame, so to speak?

- So to speak, yes. - They also wrote, and I quote:

"Throughout history, women have fought a good fight -

-to free themselves from the tyranny of victimhood."

Quote end. If I may paraphrase, - - you

seem to be saying that women, for most,

- - have obtained free will, - - and that

with that ability they are able to

confront the serpent - - and the blazing flame.

I have actually gone a step further.

We do not deal with the fear of the

flame, - - but rather with the flame itself.

Or rather: the reptiles themselves.

Are there more questions?

- Good night. - Mrs. Patterson?

- May I, do you mind? - It will be my pleasure.

Can I tell you something?

- Your book has changed my life. - Hopefully for the better.

It takes three years to write a book and five minutes to dissect it.

Yes, he went hard on you. But you handled it nicely.

I wasn't too harsh?

Our professors have fragile egos.

Do we have professors?

- How long have you known? - About James?

- About my promotion. - Not very long.

- When should I start? - For next semester.

I can hardly wait.

There is one thing you should know. The prison.

Jail?

- The prison. - What's up with that?

The chairman of the board has a hobby project: A prison reform.

You must introduce the literature course. It's only six and a half weeks.

Six weeks in the company of rapists and murderers.

It is not dangerous. You have a guard with you.

- I can't do that. - Yes, you can.

Think about what a challenge that is. Think about what you are doing.

You are the youngest dean ever at one of America's top colleges.

Of course you can handle it.

You can do that.

Good morning, Professor Patterson. You look radiant.

May I be allowed to treat you to dinner?

- Professor Evans - James.

I think you are really interesting.

But my life, my schedule, my thoughts are pretty much filled up right now.

I am an extremely persistent man.

Yes, in a charming way.

So I will gently persist.

Professor Patterson? I'm Jessica Reaton.

- I am your new secretary. - I'm not even deployed yet.

It's a matter of a few days. Let me show you to your office.

It's wonderful.

LUCK AND HAPPINESS FROM KATE

NEUCES COUNTY STATE PRISON

Professor Patterson, I suppose?

Unfortunately, your principal and our senator are old schoolmates.

Damn intellectuals.

They think they can make the pigs in here paragons of virtue by teaching them.

What is your subject?

I teach literature.

Literature? Our Lord is preserved.

Most people here never got through "Søren ser en sø".

- Send in McBride. - I didn't ask for this.

I was promoted to a

dream job, - - and this...

...assignment was included in the purchase.

Now you are here. Let's make the best of it.

It's McBride. He leads you down to your "pupils".

Let me give you a piece of advice:

Don't believe a word they say.

Immerse yourself in their lives. Keep your distance.

It was three.

- What? - Three pieces of advice.

She can count.

Please be seated.

My name is Professor Elaine Patterson, - - and I

will teach you what I can about English literature.

But before that, I would like to know something about each of you.

My name is Hector Ramirez. I am a thief.

I steal cars and corazones de mujeres.

- Women's hearts. - Thank you, Mr. Ramirez.

I have committed embezzlement. Bonds?

I don't have that. I found your book at the library.

I just had to meet you. My name is Pauley Centali.

- Have you read one of my novels? - No, I looked at the picture.

As the poets say: "A picture is worth a thousand words."

You. What is your story?

- My name is Rayette Wilkes. - Why are you here, Ray-ette?

- I just love languages. - So?

"Such is the lawlessness of love.

"My own sorrows lie heavy upon my breast.

"Love is like smoke created by the fumes of sighing.

"Pure fire sparkles from a lover's eyes.

"An ocean nourished by the tears of two lovers.

Thanks. It was encouraging.

You. can you speak

So favor us with the sound of your voice.

- Joe. - Joe what?

- Joe Dial. - Go ahead.

- Where to? - Why are you here?

- I don't know. - Violent assault.

- And you are? - Collins. Harka Collins.

- Let me hear. - I got syphilis.

Drop that shit.

My wife infected me, so I strangled it like that.

You know what? You remind me of my wife.

He loves to make people miserable. We've

all done it, - - but he loves it. Not too, Collins?

- He's not here to read. - Why is he here then?

Because he will give Rayette some more beatings.

Before I die, I want to smash every gay I can get my hands on.

Or any gay lover, who is trying to stop me.

I think our first assignment should be Dickens.

Go into the prison library and pick up one of Dickens' novels.

Otherwise, Mark Twain is also fine. You know him for sure.

Please write a style about it, which I can get next Friday.

- About a whole book? - Otherwise it's back to the laundry.

See if you can find something that resembles what you yourself feel and think.

Something you wouldn't normally talk about.

Maybe something you're not proud of. Something you are ashamed of.

Or even afraid of.

Can you handle it? Mr. Dial?

Can you?

The hour is over.

Today went as well as could be expected. Almost then.

I almost lost my temper.

The inmates are very fickle. They are completely alienated.

They didn't care that I was a writer and had to teach them.

One of them in particular was what to say, disturbing.

Yes, Joe Dial was disturbing.

There is a mighty, adventurous power at play.

It made me rent here, and now I see that we are neighbors.

I suppose some quite unadventurous person told you where I lived.

- Who would have told me that? - Probably Kate Miller.

It must be a clever neighbor we have.

If I plead guilty, will you offer us coffee then?

- Do you plead guilty? - Yes.

- No. - I don't?

No...

I don't offer coffee.

Good night, professor.

She will probably change her mind.

Hector, in your style you have

written: "I am like Lurendrejer."

"So I understand the book pretty well except for half

the words, - - which are pure Greek." What do you mean?

I don't understand Greek.

No, why do you think that you remind Lurendrejer?

He's a guy who cheats a lot and gets away with it.

Just like me and my trash can race.

A race where the cars go wrong?

I arranged such a thing. That's why I'm here.

I didn't pay for the cars.

- So you stole them? - You can say that.

She did too, you scumbag.

You didn't come to class today.

My lawyer was here. We were supposed to talk about my case.

- I've done my homework. - Good.

- Did that make any sense to you? - It actually did.

Huck and the river I could relate to.

And the black boy in the book. Jim. Maybe it was Rayette?

I didn't think of that. Only on Huck and the river.

Huck makes it ashore and I try too, but I'm just drifting down the river.

- What about the father? - What's wrong with him?

He was a violent drunk.

- I lied to you the other day. - About what?

I know why I came. Pauley showed me your book.

The one with a picture of you on the back.

I wanted to see you.

I wanted to touch you.

I can see your pain.

We all have our pain, Mr. Dial. Women just can tolerate more than men.

Well, so you mean it?

Take it in again.

- What are you doing? - Take it in again.

- What you said. - What?

- About pain and you and me. - I said nothing about you and me.

Yes, you did. You may not know it, but you did.

- Take it in again. - Good, then I'll take it.

- Good. - Then give it to me.

Read it here, when you get home.

Piss.

Hi honey, it's me.

I'm in the squash club. There is a lane available in 40 minutes.

I've had a rough day. I need to smash and curse.

What about you? Do you feel like it?

Big dung pigs.

Elaine? Hello?

Big dung pigs.

Okay, I give up.

Has the storm passed, or are we still in the middle of it?

- What's wrong, honey? - Joe Dial.

One of my students in prison gave me this letter.

"Dear Elaine. I need to be alone with you in a room."

"I will enter the room and find you.

"You will lie naked on the bed.

"I won't be able to talk to you, for I have lost my voice."

"But it doesn't matter."

"For I know that all these thoughts already exist in your consciousness."

"As I approach the bed, don't you smile

at me, - - but just spread your legs a little."

"I slowly undress and fold them

...and your eyes will whisper: "Hurry up."

They we! also whisper: "I understand you, Dial."

"The river you cannot escape, all the whining of this world.

“The two of us will not be victims. Dial, we survive.”

Then I lie between your legs. I slide into you.

"When we reach the climax, do you look at the

rose on my arm - - and see the petals soften."

"And you will know that I love you in my own way."

- Big dung pigs. - Dial.

I am satisfied with your styles. Most of you followed the task.

You read a book and tried to guess what the author meant.

Most of you. Therefore, everyone gets a "pass".

Almost everyone.

If you came into my bedroom, shouldn't you fold your clothes.

excessive propriety is a sign of a disturbed mind.

On the other hand, I would expect that you said

the words, - - needed to "seduce" a woman like me.

It is not enough that I know them. You would have to say them.

And since you don't, - - the scenario

you so vividly described will never happen.

You have not understood the instinct of this writer at all, -

- so you haven't passed, Mr. Dial. I choose to ignore your message.

So simple and yet so complex. Sorry I startled you.

I'm a little beside myself.

Too much on the calendar?

Too much on the mind.

- What do they make you think of? - Nothing definite.

- You seemed so tense otherwise. - Did I?

People have been miming for thousands of years.

It is one of the earliest forms of drama and musical theatre.

Do you know what makes the two so fascinating?

- Are they fascinating? - Their costumes.

It is very cunning.

Cunning? How can a black and white bodystocking be devious?

Extremely cunning.

What does it represent?

The duality of our nature.

The good and the bad.

It's just simplistic enough.

It's more a matter of our bright side.

Our enlightened minds, good intentions, grand ideas, noble ambitions.

As opposed to?

Our desires, less noble ambitions, - -

self-indulgence, perversions. Gross perversions.

- When is a perversion gross? - When it damages the spirit.

Someone else's or your own. When you lose control over it.

- When it occupies one. - You are a walking encyclopedia.

Did you notice that the girl's left side was white under black

makeup, - - while the boy's left side was black under white makeup?

I guess that means we all have a masculine and a feminine side.

Exactly.

God's little trick.

Within literature, there are readers and writers.

Today I would like to that you are the authors.

First you have to come up with a story. Don't you want to start?

I have no history.

- Everyone has a story. - I have none.

Well, I'll get you started, and then you can finish it.

A man drifts down a river.

He is the stray.

He can't get away from the river because something

or someone is standing on the bank holding him back.

I wonder what it is What's holding him back?

Maybe a memory? You are confused.

what i tell you is an allegory.

An allegory is when you use symbols to tell a story.

People protect themselves with the help of allegories.

They have something they want to get rid of.

Something so painful so obviously embarrassing,

- - that they use the symbols to hide behind.

Just like our dreams. Dreams are mostly allegories.

- Do you get any ideas? - No.

Let us say that the man on the bank is a person,

- - to whom the man on the river is very close.

A father, a sister, your mother.

Do you still have things under control? Do you still have me on the chopping block?

No, you just look scared, - - and with

good reason, because you pissed me off.

No one should do that to me.

No one should control me like that, are you in?

Are you in, damn it?

Well. Really good.

I'm in.

Now just let me go, okay?

Yeah, I'll probably let you go.

Maybe I should fuck you first.

- How disgusting. - Hold up, Elaine.

You wanted to fuck me since you first saw me.

What buttons did I push? What are you so afraid of?

At least I'm not afraid of you.

Then why don't you talk to me?

- About what? - I don't know.

- What is it you want to know? - I don't know. Whatever.

Do you want to know something about my father? Do you want it?

That he drove my mother down, so she took rat poison?

Is that what you want to know?

Do you want to know that coward threw his arms around my neck?

And whimpered, "How could she do that to me?"

- Is that what you want to know? - If you would like to tell about it.

I like to listen.

Wait at home.

To the appropriate person: Joe Dial asked me to come here.

You are allowed once. First and last time!

So don't get any good ideas. Leave it where you found it.

I'll be back.

- Hello? - Hello, honey. It's me.

- Hello, Kate. How's it going? - Fine.

- What are you wearing to the party? - I don't know.

I don't want to end up in the same situation as the dean.

After all, it's your night.

I considered the wide chiffon pants with the gold jacket.

- That sounds fine. - You sound tired, honey.

- Good night, Kate. Thanks for the champagne. - No reason. It was so little.

Good night, honey.

VISITING CARDS FOR SPOUSES

Get out and follow the officer.

- How are you, Sam? - I have to have the brakes fixed.

Billie, you've put on weight lately.

I'm pregnant, dude.

Next.

- Name, please. - Kandy Herald.

Legitimation.

Take off the glasses.

Next. Name, please.

Lisa Fisher?

- What's going on in there? - They check one's body openings.

You have until one o'clock.

Hello, you have called 847-2136.

Leave a message after the dial tone.

Elaine, don't take it. It makes it easier for me.

I would like to tell but it's hard for me.

I usually end up being silent and angry.

You danced on the edge of the abyss for me.

I liked that. I hate weakness.

I can visit again next week.

I had to do the inspector a favor to get permission.

Elaine, you have to dance for me again.

You have to take me to the edge.

Let me introduce our new dean: Elaine Patterson.

Congratulations on your well-deserved position as head of the literature institute.

I am sure you will bring honor to yourself and the University.

- Congratulations. - Thank you, Dean.

Thanks, everyone.

What did I say? Bitch!

Only once! A free bang!

But she the intellectual was not wise enough to listen!

Damn it. You should have listened, honey.

I let you borrow my gear. I said so. But no.

You will see him again.

You want him, so? You can get a taste.

Can you handle him smashing your pretty little face?

Perhaps. Maybe you are sick in peace.

Maybe you're sick of being quiet like me. A fucking masochist.

He wants to see us bleed, while he makes love with us, - - and

he laughs while we scream. Can you handle such humiliation?

Can you handle it? Can you handle it, dammit?

Are you that sick in peace, - - that you

can handle that fucking, deranged maniac?

No.

You're too busy living in your fucking ivory tower.

So far removed from reality that you think

that the arousal you feel is real emotion.

You're playing with fire, baby. And I didn't want to see you burn up.

He uses people, but I understand him.

Joe and I are two cubits a piece.

You are insane!

This whole messed up world is insane!

This is no fucking adventure.

We are pre-programmed like robots to suffer and fail.

Welcome to reality, princess.

Get out of my house. I'm calling the police.

What a great idea, honey. Just cut loose.

Just call. Then we say you want to fuck a convict, -

- but his girlfriend won't let you do that.

You deranged coward.

And now, before all the kids go home…

...we'll just summarize today's lesson: Get yourself some nuts.

You must not piss off the law of the street.

Do some mischief, before they harm you.

The hour is over.

You know how I look at it?

You are free from all that crap out there.

You will not receive any bills. You are never stuck in traffic.

You get free medical care.

You can have sex without having to pull a hernia.

You're doing really well. I envy you.

I don't even know why I go home in the evening.

Abroad is buying up America faster, than inflation can keep up with.

General Motors is closing factories from Texas to Michigan.

Six million Americans are out of work.

- Inspector, Chuck has arrived. - Clean me up.

Do you know why I like you? Why do you get the good assignments?

Because you're a damn good electrician.

And damn good at listening.

Are you listening, kid?

- Are you ready, Mr. Inspector? - Let's roll, Chuck.

Good night, Mr. Inspector.

I must be getting old when I forget to close the door.

A smart guy like you finds his way back to the street.

I can't live knowing that I sent you back to hell.

McBride is coming to get you.

Goodbye. Then we roll, Chuck.

41 hours and 27 minutes.

Tick-tock, tick-tock. Then we can be together again.

- Only 45 minutes. - I know that very well.

- Hello, honey. - What are you doing here?

I baked this today. It's your favorite with chocolate.

The one I always bake when you are at home.

Where is Elaine?

I just wanted to make you happy.

Where is Elaine?

The brat with the formed cunt had more important things to do.

That you know it.

- Have you spoken to her? - Yes, I have.

- What did you tell her? - The truth.

The truth, Joe, for I have nothing to lose.

Where the hell are you going?

You must not touch me. I'll kill you.

Be careful! They lock you up until your dick is nothing but a wrinkle.

I'm sick to death of this!

Do you realize how I feel? Kill me, you scumbag.

I'd rather die than live in this hell.

Because I'm tired of the pain you expose me to.

Then get rid of me, so they can throw you in the chair!

When they take your dignity from you, then you must remember me!

You are insane.

Joe, you know I love you.

Now be nice.

i love you Joe, please fuck me.

I want to feel you again.

I have so many pictures in my heart.

I know I'm dreaming but my dreams are so beautiful.

I will do anything for you.

Now be nice, Joe.

You are so pitiful.

- And you are utterly insane. - Yes, and you are nothing!

Think you think she'll love you, like i love you

You mean nothing to her.

You're just a weekend banger. A toy.

- She loves me. - No, she doesn't love you.

No, Joe. i love you

I must be something.

One day I will probably become something.

This is Professor Johnson.

It doesn't seem that Professor Patterson is coming back.

He is her replacement.

Now you all have to listen and follow along.

Dial, the inspector wants to talk to you.

Now. Right now.

Dial, that is.

I thought otherwise you were dizzy.

Why do this to me? I am a peaceful person.

If you had only come to me could I have advised you.

Women are dangerous.

Little messages for women? You just have to fuck them. Period.

I got a call this morning from some shovel from City Hall, -

- who had been called by some asshole from the university.

Do you know what they wanted? Kick my ass.

And because of what? A bitch.

One valve another whore, which I did not want here at all.

Someone must pay for my torment.

Guess who, Mr. Dial.

From now on you lose all privileges, you are not a trusted prisoner, -

- and your movement is limited to zone A2.

And your "spousal visits" is a thing of the past.

See how to fart with you.

Moment. I had almost forgotten that.

It cost me $89. and my wife has lost the receipt.

Consider it a favor to your warden's wife.

Make it before I murder her.

Buck?

Listen once. Joe Dial is no longer a trusted prisoner.

He should be considered an S7.

Well then? I said so.

You never bother to listen to me.

Friday or Sunday. It's up to you.

You owe me a favor.

We'll talk.

Then we roll, Chuck.

Good night, Mr. Inspector.

Your gun.

Well, Inspector, do you think Astros have a chance this year?

Yes, they have but you haven't.

To quote Dial, then I danced on the edge of the abyss.

Now that I have almost regained my senses, I resign.

I will never venture into that dark place again.

WE BELONG TOGETHER

Professor? Detective Pearlmutter has been looking for you.

He says it's urgent.

Thank you, Jessica. Apparently they are here now.

Professor Patterson? I'm Detective Pearlmutter.

Detective Pierce.

- What's wrong? - We just want to ask a few questions.

Regarding what?

Dial. Joe Dial.

Mr. Dial has run away. He killed the inspector and his driver.

Oh god.

I'm sorry, that we come rushing, -

- but before he ran away, he wrote something, -

- which leads me to believe that you can shed light on the investigation.

"We belong together". What do you think he meant by that?

You were his literature teacher, -

- so I thought maybe it was a reference to a book.

I don't know that.

He wrote it on the inspector's wall, after he had killed him.

"We belong together.

Professor Patterson, -

-I would get a new alarm system, if i were you

The kid is a psychopath.

Completely unreasonable. He is a murderer. Just to be safe.

- Hello, honey. Take it now. - Mr. Officer!

- It's private. - Call me.

Excuse me. It's just a habit.

Coincidentally...

Datamark Alarms. They are the best in town.

Talk to the guy named Spiros. He is my brother-in-law.

If you mention me, you get a discount.

If Joe Dial were to call again, -

- then contact me.

Professor Patterson.

It's McBride, your new inspector.

The new rules are as follows, and all inmates must follow them:

No prisoners are let out. You will have the food brought to the cell.

no smoking, no tv, no radio.

Electronic equipment is not permitted. All visiting privileges are withdrawn.

Read privileges are revoked. No prisoners are trusted anymore.

From this moment on, the prison uses the state's emergency procedure.

Now be quiet!

Clean me up!

- Are they following us? - Joe?

Joe? Is that you?

- Are they following us? - Yes.

Well, have you come home to mom? What does my little boy want?

- Drive to Jim's workshop. - I don't know soon.

- You are insane. - I'm not crazy, Joe.

The armors troubled me with, why you wrote "we belong together".

And I hope I spoke the truth, when I said it was about us.

Because if you wrote that about that piece of shit, -

- then I'll stop, so they can smash you and cool you down where you belong.

- What do you say to that, honey? - I didn't mean that the other day.

You didn't answer my question. Who do you "belong" with?

You. Only you.

- You don't say that. - You know I can't do without you.

I love you, Joe. I will do anything for you.

- How much money do you have? - About 100 dollars.

Well. Throw them over here to me.

At the workshop, you drive up the ramp.

Leave it there. So Jim knows what to do.

Come back with some clothes for me tomorrow.

- Are you there? - Yes.

- You are a treasure. - You can swear at that, Joe.

Do you have fire, honey?

I think so.

- Any news on Joe? - You must be able to tell us that.

- He can kick my ass. - Was that all?

No. You can also fuck me.

- You wanted to smack the back of my head. - Yes, I don't think so.

The called number is no longer in use.

Corpus Christi University.

Do you want to talk to the administration, press 368 followed by square.

The candidate's office: 367 followed by square.

My father never gave my mother anything. Even when she was on her deathbed, -

- he only had one dollar. I bought a rose and a card.

I put the rose in a jam jar with water on her dresser.

I don't know if she saw it or read the card.

Suddenly I saw that she was dead. I looked up and saw the petals falling.

They were like tears.

He didn't leave a number.

Sorry, I didn't realize that it was a personal message.

I've missed you so much, baby. I've been thinking all night.

And now I have found the solution. We have to get out of here.

I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry anymore.

I took the nice blue shirt, I gave you as a birthday present.

Your favorite jeans with a hole in the ass.

And your snakeskin boots.

And then Jordan gave me an address, where we can be safe.

We are in this together. Just you and me.

We must be free. We're young, Joe.

We're moving on from here. We must become something.

Dream. Lots of dreams.

We'll make it, Joe.

Turn off the engine. Hands up.

Open the trunk, Kandi. Open the trunk.

Open the damn trunk.

It's empty.

Stop harassing me. Maybe I look like Rodney King?

- No, you look more like Whoopi. - I am suing you for damages.

- Before we kill you in the damper. - For what?

To play nigger so badly.

Lovely. Another white armored pig.

Then I must be the first white pig you've seen in years.

Then you did it again.

This is a caliber .'38 Special with six shots in the drum.

I'll take it.

Dial!

You stay away, you hear? Don't come any closer!

Do you hear? You don't touch me!

Where are you, Dial? where are you

- You broke my heart! - Stay away. I'll shoot you.

I don't believe you. You went and waited for me.

- You knew I would come. - I don't want to kill you.

You don't shoot me.

I own you. I own your soul and your body.

I'm in your brain I have been in your body.

You can't get rid of me again, Elaine.

Dial, please go now.

I promise not to tell anyone that you have been here.

Just go. I'm not telling the police or anyone else that you were here.

I promise.

Is that what you want, Elaine?

Is this really what you want?

Then I go.

Just tell me that the first time you visited me, you wanted me.

You were absolutely crazy in the heat, weren't you?

You still want me.

Tell me you love me.

- No. - Say it now.

I can't do that.

You'll get to that.

See you soon.

Elaine?

Please help me.

"We belong together.

Now I'm in.

Professor Patterson, you are the type who are attracted by danger.

Of course I'm not judging you. After all, your privacy is your own.

But if you had told the truth about "we belong together", -

- the police could probably have done something about it.

Whether everything is Better late than never.

Shall we get to the point? After all, the professor is in serious danger.

I would suggest that you surround her home with visible police, -

- so he is discouraged from returning.

Professor Evans...

Professor Patterson's home is closely watched by the police.

A female officer charges, like she's Professor Patterson.

That would be a good idea, -

- if Mrs. Patterson spent a night or two here.

Under your protective roof.

In that Mr. Dial is a psychopath, -

- he will certainly return to the object of his obsession.

- But as you know - The postman always rings twice.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Come on, Postman Per.

- Professor Evans - Come on, Sherlock.

Damn it.

What are you up to?

I got two pounds of Munts from Rome, and now I have drunk it all.

Elaine, you don't have to say anything, but

You must know that I care a lot about you.

And that I'm here for you.

I ask no questions.

That was pretty much it.

James, you are a really nice man.

I just regret, -

- that I didn't accept your offer of espresso any sooner.

- Hold! - I'm just a flower boy!

Up against the wall! Turn around! Hands behind your back!

Up against the railing. Check if he has a gun.

You are under arrest. Stand still. Hands on the back.

Check if he has a gun.

Kandi, you look like shit. Maybe this can help a little.

- You look like fucking shit. - Thank you.

Here, miss.

Who do we have here? The great lover in his own lofty person.

Well, did she dump you? Did she find a bigger bull?

Yes, you were right. She robbed me.

But tonight we're going to kick her ass. Come here.

You damn well have to help me.

I have to find her. I'm doing it for our sake.

You know I love you, right?

Professor Patterson's office.

This is Sharon from...

Excuse me. Wexler & Hill.

Professor Patterson's Publishers. Mr. Hm must speak to her immediately.

- Unfortunately, she is not here. - Can you tell us where she is?

Unfortunately I can't.

I understand that well. But it is really important.

I'm sorry, Sharon.

Can you use a conference call?

Yes, it's great.

I'll park you for a moment. Now don't go anywhere.

- Sharon, are you there yet? - Yes, I'm waiting.

It's ringing now.

This is Professor Edmondson. You know the rumble. Leave a message.

- That was what I could handle. - You are a treasure.

We will try again later. Hello.

Where are you going, Joe?

I'm done with you.

I WILL WIN

WHORE

He's dead, he's dead...

No...

Was this what you wanted? your shit pussy?

I'm suffocating.

I'm suffocating! I can't convey it to anyone!

There is not a gag, who understands me.

I hanged myself because of you.

i died and it cost you a fortune!

It pissed you off, didn't it?

Why did you leave me, mother?

You betrayed me. you weren't there when I came back.

How could you leave me alone with him?

You must not touch my mother.

If you do anything to her, I will murder you!

I will murder you.

Let's have some fun.

Let's have some fun.

Sit down. I said, "Sit down"! Now!

Now let's play a little game.

Throw away the panties.

Not your skirt! Throw away the panties.

Well. Really good.

Then throw away your bra.

I can hear your heart beating.

Are you getting excited?

Look at me!

Say, "Come over to Mom, Joey.

Say it. "Come over to mom, Joey.

- Say it then! - Come over to mom, Joey.

Come over to mom, Joey. Hurry over to Mom, Joey.

Say it.

- Say it. - Come over to mom, Joey.

- Say it! - Come over to mom, Joey.

Say it.

Say, "Come over to Mom, Joey.

Come over to mom, Joey.

I don't want to hurt you.

I hate when I do that.

But I know what you benefit from.

Because I love you.

i love you

- Say you love me. - I don't love you.

Tell me you love me.

I don't love you.

Tell me you love me.

I don't love you.

- I don't love you. - No!

I don't love you!

Mom loved you, Joe.

It's no fairy tale.

We are pre-programmed to suffer and fail.

No, it's just when the devil tempts us to burn.

And that pain would like to make us wiser.

No matter how many tears fall, -

- do we just have to wait until tomorrow, where a new dream is born.

Good morning, Corpus Christi. How are you guys?

This is Traffic Charlie from Skywatch 4.

I hope you survive the cold weather.

98 percent humidity again today, and the traffic flows almost normally.