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♪ It's the call of the wild that makes me want you ♪

♪ It's the way you smile that will get me through ♪

♪ This and all of the things I have planned for you ♪

♪ You have to, you have to ♪

♪ You have to pay ♪

♪ You have to pay ♪

♪ Goddamn you ♪

♪ Goddamn you ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Goddamn you ♪

♪ I should cover your face with your treasured smile ♪

♪ I should come to the end of your viral mind ♪

♪ All the lovely things I want to do to you ♪

♪ You have to, you have to ♪

♪ You have to pay ♪

♪ And I feel ♪

♪ Goddamn you ♪

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- [Jayne] This is Jayne Robbins of 60 Minutes.

News has just come through that the head of the Thereshkova

crime family, Valentina Thereshkova, was last night

brutally attacked in the macabre scene of mutilation

and slaughter at her porn studio complex in Atlanta,

where six people were found slain, gutted and crucified.

No more information is known at this time,

but police are as mystified as Thereshkova's own

Russian crime family, as to the identity of the perpetrator.

- Any of these men look familiar to you?

What about Charlie Bazenski?

He threatened your mother on numerous occasions.

- He wouldn't have the balls.

So, Mr. Tanner, you've been paid your retainer.

How do you intend to earn your money?

- I know your mother has enemies.

In her line of work, that's not unusual.

But whoever did this, didn't leave any clues.

None at all.

- You think that's good enough?

You think that's the answer I want to hear?

There's got to be someone out there,

someone who's not coming forward.

Someone who knows, someone who's too scared to talk.

- Whoever this guy is, if he has half a brain,

he'll have changed his appearance.

Cut his hair, shaved his beard, even have plastic surgery

for Christ's sake, who knows.

(razor scraping)

- Morning, Georgina.

- Good morning, Miss Thereshkova. (phone rings)

This is New Tech Entertainment, how many I help you?

(footsteps clattering)

- You've got two appointments today.

One at two, the second at four.

But there's an important transatlantic video conference

at six this evening with the four agent cable networks

that you arranged to speak with two weeks ago

at the Hong Kong Media Convention.

And your cousin Salvador rung,

but he said it wasn't important.

- [Georgina] As for my cousin,

tell him the shipment must be here

by tomorrow night.

- [Woman] Is there any special thing you want to say to him?

- He knows what's needed.

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Do you want to fuck?

(moaning)

Don't move.

When I want you to move, I'll ask.

Do you understand? - Yes.

- Good.

(birds chirping)

- Yes, it's Salvatore, what do you want?

Hey, hey, what are you doing, you stupid fuck!

You're gonna cost me a fortune here!

Pick it up!

Carefully!

Okay, okay, tell Georgina that it'll be ready for delivery

tomorrow night.

She has my word on it.

And as for the woman, there's no need to worry.

She's being taken care of.

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Good.

You want some?

Well, you can't afford it, you fuck! (laughing)

- Hey Sal baby, you forgotten about me?

- No, baby.

I'll be right there.

Hey Gino, throw me one of those bags.

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- Hey Sal, you want to nail me to the cross like Jesus?

- No baby, I'm gonna crucify you down here.

Up against the altar.

(moaning)

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- This the prostitute they brought in today?

What the hell have you found?

- Unless she was performing extremely safe sex, Sergeant,

I'd say about $10,000 worth of cocaine, wouldn't you?

- Oh, what a sod.

That's five dead in the last six months, all young women.

Can I use your phone?

- I'm a little busy at the moment, Sergeant,

but please, help yourself.

- Stenard, it's Webber, is the Inspector there?

Tell him we got another dead body.

Possible drugs overdose with complications.

Possible suicide.

Her name's Jolie Wiseman, she's about 28.

Vice arrested her about a year ago.

Yeah, she's a known prostitute, one of Sabina's lot.

Yeah, she was found in Heathrow Airport, terminal three.

She was leaving for the 2:30 flight to New York

when she was taken ill with a heart attack.

Yeah, looks that way.

Look, tell Reed there's no clues leading to Sabina,

so we're not sure if there's any connection.

Well, she was carrying enough coke to knock out an elephant.

Yeah, I better go.

Here, have you got any water?

- [Coroner] In the corner, Sergeant.

- So, how'd you get used to all these dead bodies,

all that mess?

How do you not take that home with you every night?

- Would a butcher not carve a piece of lamb for dinner

because he was cutting meat all day?

It's just the job, Sergeant, no more,

something you put away at the end of the day.

- I don't know.

Look, I better go.

- [Coroner] Good evening.

(humming)

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(laughing)

- Now you will suffer!

- Keep away!

(groans)

You brute, get off me!

(screaming)

(speaking foreign language) (laughing)

- Cut!

No, no, no!

Didn't you see that?

No, that's not right.

Darling listen, you have to have power over her.

Force her down into the ground.

Do you understand?

- But I'm a professional, you know.

I studied for two weeks at the New York Theater in the Park.

I know my marks and I know my lines!

- Fritz, it's not your lines

they're going to be looking at, oh brother.

(woman laughing)

Oh Tina, Tina, Tina.

What are you doing, darling?

- I'm sorry.

- Come on.

It's not funny.

- Oh it is.

- It maybe a little small. - Teeny.

- But it's not funny! (laughing)

Naughty, naughty, naughty, no.

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- Ah, Sergeant Webber.

Back again, I see.

Is my company so compulsive?

- Sorry to bother you,

but did I leave anything here yesterday?

- [Coroner] Now what would that be?

- File.

- Hmm.

Why not try my office, second drawer.

- Thanks.

It's not something I could afford to lose.

This could cost me my job, leaving information lying around.

Especially if the papers got hold of it.

- [Coroner] Your secret's safe with me, Sergeant.

- [Webber] Much appreciated.

Second drawer?

- [Coroner] Second drawer.

- I'll tell you what, there's been another murder.

Complete family this time.

- Our boy has been busy,

hasn't he?

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- Tell me we're in somebody's nightmare, doctor.

- Quiet please, Inspector.

(camera shutter clicking)

- For Christ's sake doctor, give me a clue!

I'm totally lost here!

- The intruder came in through the downstairs window.

- This, we already know, doctor.

- As the intruder climbed he stairs he was disturbed

by the young boy, so he shot him. (gun fires)

Once through the head.

On entering the room, he sliced the young man's throat

from left to right before shooting the woman

with the same nine millimeter pistol.

- My God!

That maniac actually sat down and cooked himself dinner

after he committed those murders!

- Yes, Inspector.

Then he washed it down with a nice bottle of Chianti.

- What you're telling me is we're dealing with

a cannibal here.

- What you're dealing with, Inspector,

is not a common garden killer.

He likes to savor the event.

He likes what he does.

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(door creaks)

- Leave us.

Go, now!

- [Woman] Is something wrong?

- No.

All right, what's funny is Georgina lies

like a naughty girl.

I think you should tell me before it's too late.

- I took the package just like you told me.

- That's not what I asked! (screaming)

- Please don't cut me.

I'll do anything, I promise.

(gasps)

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- We're up to six.

This is turning into an epidemic!

Tell me doctor, is it the same killer?

- It has all the similarities of a previous murder,

Inspector, but I can't be sure.

- Is there anything you can tell me?

- The victim was subjected to extreme physical pain,

as you can tell by the cuts and bruises,

which were inflicted before the main incident

of skinning was done.

- But is it all madness, what I need to know,

it's as simple as that!

- Pubic hair was removed from the victim before she died.

Maybe as a keepsake.

As you know Inspector, all serial killers like to have

some form of memento.

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♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Take me up there ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ Scream ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

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♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ Scream ♪

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(phone rings)

- Wallace White, Georgina.

- Put him through.

(beeping)

- We have a problem, Georgina.

We will need the shipment as agreed.

- Tell me, what has he done this time?

Has the lying bastard contacted you with another excuse

or just sold it to another higher bidder?

- He's dead, Georgina.

- When?

- Last night, murdered in his own bed.

The whole family, including his child.

Something you would have known if you'd switched on the news

or read a paper.

- So what, how does that effect our shipment?

It's been stored, packed and ready for delivery.

- I know there was no love lost between you and Salvatore,

but it's too dangerous now.

- The police?

They know nothing about our operation.

To them we are just a small time pornography business.

Nothing more.

CNN with tits.

- And if it fails?

- It won't.

- The risks are high. - So are the rewards.

- And if it let it go forward, then what?

- Then it will put the family where it wants to be.

- Okay, you've got your wish.

Proceed in 48 hours, as long as you're sure there won't be

any more problems.

- There won't be.

- You may as well know now as later, there's something else.

- What?

- We've located Quinn. - Where?

- In London.

Tanner will give you all the details.

You'll be on the next plane from New York, but be careful.

There's a possibility he killed Salvatore and his family.

(pants unzipping)

- Put me through Inspector Reed, it's Stenard.

I got them at the airport.

Yeah, I followed the Slavic woman, like you said.

You're not gonna believe this, she's picked up some big

fat bloke at Heathrow.

Yeah, we got some pictures.

See you back at the Yard in half hour.

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- Okay, okay, quiet down!

Listen for a moment.

We've got some new evidence about the Russian gang

that is about to flood London with drugs.

Headed by this woman here, Georgina Thereshkova,

who may also be connected to the spate of murders.

Don't look like much, aye.

Pretty sweet, you're thinking.

Well, looks can be deceiving, as this woman is part

of a crime family that has been going on longer than

any other Russian crime family in New York.

Up until two years ago, it was headed by her mother,

Valentina Thereshkova, but after a bizarre accident

that has never been fully explained,

two years ago she gave control of it to this man,

Wallace White.

After that time, Valentina has never been seen in public

and the whole operation was moved to this country.

This morning, Georgina's chauffeur met this man

in at Heathrow Airport from New York.

His passport says his name is Tanner, but who is he,

what does he want?

Is he a replacement for Sabina, a hit man, what?

We have to find out before more bodies hit the streets.

So, what is Georgina Thereshkova doing?

Not just running a cable company, that's for sure.

Now, are there any questions?

- Are we now saying, Gov, that a rival family might be

responsible for this spate of Ripper murders?

- I don't know, that's for us to find out.

While we're at it, I want this name Ripper taken off

before the press get hold of it.

- They've already used it.

It's front page news.

- But not from this office.

Anything else?

- Yeah, what about Sabina's death?

How do you explain that? - I can't, can you?

Yes, Webber?

- Surely we know Sabina's mob are trafficking and that

these new Ripper murders are there to put us off the scent.

And as for the last drug-related victim, Jolie Wiseman,

where the drugs that were found in her body

were there because the bag broke.

And as for Sabina, well Georgina Thereshkova nailed

her own cousin for having his hand in the till.

- Speculation, Sergeant, that is all.

- We know he had a high standard of living.

He liked drugs, prostitutes, fast cars.

- There is nothing at the moment, to connect

Georgina Thereshkova to the dead girls or the murders,

even though she was Sabina's cousin.

So, if she is implied we need to get the evidence

on this bitch and we won't do that sitting around here.

So, less talk, more action.

(clapping)

Go, go, go!

- Weidell.

This is a complete mess.

I think te best thing

we could possibly do is to shoot them all

With probably, you know, guns.

That sort of stuff.

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- I want you to do another post mortem on Tina Walker.

I want to know if she was carrying, if she had drugs

in her system, or hidden in any part of the body.

I also want to know if she could have been a mule

that went wrong and she ended up a victim,

like all of the others.

- I've already checked, Inspector.

There was slight touch of cocaine in her system,

but only as a user, not as a carrier.

- What about prints?

- None, I'm afraid.

Same as the previous victims.

- It's got to be her, doctor, got to be her.

- So tell me, Inspector, what's your next move?

Will you arrest her?

- No, I'll keep her under surveillance until I have

the evidence, then I'll make my move.

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(singing in foreign language)

- Good evening Miss Sloveig.

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- What proof after two years,

you have the right man, Tanner?

- This man was seen leaving New York two days after

your mother's attempted murder.

Police tell me his wife was involved in an accident,

February 14th, some two weeks before.

- What does that have to do with us?

- That was day that Salvatore tried to pull off

the Federal Reserve robbery.

- It's him?

- We tracked him to Italy.

He's using the name Joseph Virgil, working in the local

hospital in the A&E department.

Smart man, your Quin but my partner Emmet,

he's pretty smart too.

He found him when no one else could.

So when Salvatore booked in for the hospital

for a minor operation, your man was waiting,

but so was Emmet.

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(all chattering)

(clattering)

- Well, you found something, little man?

Ah, my little secret is out.

Shame, shame, shame.

I was so enjoying my new life.

- You're a dead man, Quinn, and I found ya.

The reward will be mine.

- And who do I have the pleasure of?

- My name's Burke, Emmet Burke, but you won't be long

enough to remember it.

- So tell me, before you crush my head in with that

dear old bar, who sent you?

Was it Valentina?

Possibly Georgina?

- I've been searching nearly two years.

You're clever Quinn, really clever.

Wasn't until Salvatore booked into this place

that we found ya.

Big mistake to sign on here as a surgeon.

We regularly check the hospital registers around the world

and I've read Dante's Inferno, Quinn.

Virgil, the voyager and his tail of retribution.

That was the real confirmation of your true identity.

Pretentious to the end.

- For he who rest down or under covers

cannot of the fame aye, Burke.

- You're a class act Quinn, but your time is over.

Not Salvatore.

- So where is he?

- Well, you won't find him.

- Murder, Burke? - Self defense.

(gun clicking)

- Misfire, tut, tut, tut.

A bad workman always blames his own tools.

(thuds) (groans)

Where's Salvatore?

(grunting)

Burke, no, so I could kill them dammit!

(screaming)

- I don't know, really!

- You wait till I got over now!

(screaming)

He's in London! - London.

Especially this time of year.

And they make the most wonderful desserts.

(growling) (screaming)

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♪ Rising up ♪

♪ Rising up ♪

♪ Rising up ♪

♪ Rising up ♪

- I arrived too late.

Quinn left two days after my partner found him.

That sick fuck tore half his face off

before slicing his stomach open.

Found this by his side.

- And I've only been informed now?

- Mr. White decided you were more valuable doing

what you're doing here than chasing this madman

around the world.

Our contact took this picture of him leaving the British

museum six months ago, before changing his identity again.

- So, why was he killed when you knew where he was?

- We lost track of him, till he murdered Salvatore.

- So I've only been informed now?

What am I, bait?

- That's what Mr. White wanted.

- So is he after me or not?

- I believe he's after everybody connected with your family.

He got Salvatore, you're next.

Otherwise he'd leave London.

- This is Salvatore's secret hiding place.

(whooshing) (screaming)

- I don't think this place is a secret anymore.

(paper thudding)

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- Hey, we got her mate, red-handed!

This way.

- What about the murders?

- And what murders would these be, Inspector?

- The ones committed by your cousin, Salvatore Sabina.

- And what proof do you have of these allegations?

- And his death, do you know who killed him?

- No, do you?

- Well,

what about drugs?

Have you now or have you ever in the past,

been involved with drugs, Miss Thereshkova?

- Aren't they illegal?

- Answer the question, please.

- No.

- Is that no that you have never been involved with drugs

or no, you will not answer the question?

- You decide.

- So again, do you know who killed your cousin,

Salvatore Sabina?

- No.

- And Tanya Sloveig, I understand she worked for you.

- A lot of people work for me, Inspector.

- Ah, wasn't she your lover?

- I have a lot of lovers, Inspector.

I like to fuck, don't you?

- So, what's this?

- You tell me.

- I think you know, Miss Thereshkova.

It's the dead girl's pubic hair.

- Oh that, yes.

It's a little memento, a little keepsake to keep my memories

warm on those lonely nights.

- Gentlemen.

May I ask why my client is being interrogated like this?

- Your client, Mr. Kitchner, is being questioned with regard

to a murder investigation.

- Does that mean she has not been charged?

- At this time, yes.

- Well, if you don't intend to charge her,

I will advise her that she can go.

That is true Inspector, isn't it?

- On this occasion, yes, but I would advise your client

not to leave town in a hurry. - Thank you.

This way, Miss Thereshkova.

It's time to go.

- Thank you for the most enjoyable afternoon, Inspector.

- [Man] Come along.

- Oh and by the way, you can keep Tanya's memento

to keep you warm on those long cold nights.

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- [Tanner] I don't want anything

to do with the drugs, Georgina.

I came here to kill Quinn, that's all.

- They were moved when Salvatore was found dead,

so don't worry.

Just do what you're paid to do.

Follow him.

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(all chattering)

- [Georgina] Beautiful, isn't it?

- Yes it is, but as all great beauty, it's only superficial.

And even the body dies eventually.

(camera shutter clicking)

(moaning)

(ominous percussive music)

(screaming)

- Ta-ta, my love.

Sleep forevermore.

Ah, of course.

(grunts)

(yells)

- She's only gone and done it twice, hasn't she?

Yeah, precisely, 10 years ago.

So you don't want a repeat of that situation.

No look, look I can't talk to you now anyway.

I'll call you back later, all right.

Okay, see ya.

- For you sir. - Oh, thank you.

Make mine with four sugars.

- Christmas come early this year, Gov?

- What have you got there then, Boss?

- Put this in the machine and take this to forensics.

(phone rings)

- Stenard.

Yes, sir.

Gov, telephone!

- What do you want now, Stenard?

- Superintendent Radford on the trumpet for you sir.

- Oh right.

- Reed.

- Reed.

- What's the movie then?

- Right!

They have just found Georgina Thereshkova at her flat

with a dead body.

The victim was slashed, gutted like a fish

with his liver missing! (huffs)

(paper thudding)

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(singing in foreign language)

(whooshing)

(birds chirping)

(driving electronic rock music)

(whooshing)

(car alarm chirping)

(groans)

- Painful Mr. White?

Got something I can give you.

- Bastard, who are you?

(soft piano music)

- You don't know, do you?

You'll soon remember, I'm sure.

- You fuck with me and I'll have your head

boiling in a pint of your own blood!

- How confident are you?

You send a little girl to do a man's job.

Shame on you, sir.

Especially a big boy like you.

I would have thought you could handle your own.

- What the fuck you on about, you little prick?

- Georgina.

Fuck the head, you naughty boy.

- Piece of shit!

- Tut, tut, tut, Mr. White.

Would you say like mother like daughter?

Is the soft skin sticky from the juices of your loins?

Or did she suck you dry like a mango through a straw

on a hot summer's night?

And was the sweat from little panties dry when you stuck

your tongue up her tight and bloody cunt

make you so enraged?

Or did she fuck you slowly, like her mother used to?

Has she got a tight, white limbs around your

wrinkly old body as she jerked you up and down

or would she not let you fuck her at all?

Please tell me, Mr. White, it would be so nice to know.

- They were supposed to kill you.

- [Quinn] Your assassins failed.

Shame, shame, shame. - What do you want?

Money?

- Do you think you can replace what you stole from me

with money, Mr. White?

- You can have anything, Quinn, anything.

- Anything?

Tempting.

- [Wallace] Just name it.

- Should we say your very soul on a platter

with some Heinz sauce?

- It won't help you killing me, Quinn.

You'll still be a dead man.

- Maybe.

Thank you for the advice, Mr. White.

But as the song says, time goes by.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

(Wallace screaming)

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(camera shutter clicking)

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(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(eerie ambient music)

- Who's there?

Help, someone!

I said who's there?

Harley, is that you?

(groans)

- There's nobody at home, mom

but us two little piggies.

- Who are you?

- Should we say a friend from the past?

- What are you planning to do to me?

- No more than you did to me, mom, no more,

that I promise you.

- Which was what?

Tell me if you have the balls.

- This is February 14 60 Minute special coming to you

from downtown New York.

Today saw devastation and travesty in the streets

of Manhattan like never before seen, when a failed bank

raid went wrong and one woman and her unborn child

were killed instantly when a hijacked bus careered

into the side of her station wagon.

It all started at 5:45 this evening when a gang

of four armed men broke into the Federal Reserve building.

Unluckily for them, an informant had raised the awareness

of the police and a team of FBI were waiting.

After a lengthy gun battle, one of the men escaped

and hijacked a local 201 bus to make his getaway.

We understand that the bus started its journey

at a little after 6:15, the height of rush hour traffic

in Manhattan and if it weren't for police valor

and their diligence in this matter, there could have been

many more accidents.

Within a short space of time, police had set up various

road blocks along the route that the bus was traveling,

hoping to stop the carnage before it careered

out of control.

It was along the highway that the bus hit the station wagon,

causing it to smash into a nother vehicle head on,

killing the occupant on impact.

(TV zapping)

- So, I had nothing to do with that.

- You're lying little piggie, lying.

- I was never charged.

- Of course not, because you huffed and you puffed

till you blew the court house down.

But the blood money you earn off of pornography,

drugs and prostitution got you off.

Today I'm gonna be the judge and jury, mom.

- I could make you a wealthy man.

- Money got you into this trouble.

It won't get you out.

- Well, if you're going to kill me,

why don't you get on with it?

- It's so nice to hear what a real woman wants.

(gasping)

- It's you!

- Nice of you to remember me, mom, after all this time.

- You bastard!

You did this to me.

You're not going to kill me, not now.

- I've come to finish the job, so you won't want

to disappoint me now, will you?

(spitting)

- Killing me won't bring your wife back, Quinn!

- No but it will help 'cause you won't die quickly

like the rest.

It will take time for you to die.

In this little tube's a lethal dose

of bacteria that will kill you.

Not straight away of course, but with two days

of agonizing pain.

- You can't do this to me,

not after all I've been through.

(gasping)

- By the way, mom, I just loved what you've done

to your face.

- So, Miss Robbins, you're doing a 60 Minute special

on serial killers.

That must be interesting.

- Can be, doctor, though it can also be a little scary

at times too.

- Yes, well I would have thought you had enough

serial killers in your own country without bothering us.

- This patient's considered special, Dr. Prentiss,

as well as being an American in a foreign land.

- Remember what I said to you in the office?

Do not on any account go anywhere near the bars of the cell.

If the patient tries to offer you a gift of any kind,

refuse it.

If the patient tries to involved you in conversation

of a personal nature, change the subject.

And do not, on any account, offer the patient

any kind of gift, document or package.

Do I make myself clear? - Yes, doctor.

- Well, Miss Robbins, this is where I get off.

- Thank you for your help, Dr. Prentiss.

- Miss Robins.

If I could just put this on you.

I've put a chair for you, down the bottom of the corridor.

It's opposite the cell. - Thank you.

- It'll be all right.

It looks worse than it is.

(steps clattering)

(low eerie music)

(whooshing)

(driving metal music)