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Have you contacted everybody about the investigation?

I haven't reached Lauren.

I've called her,

but she hasn't returned my call.

I'm sure we'll connect.

You're going to keep digging, aren't you?

I know it was 20 years ago,

but I've got to try.

Anyway, let's not talk about the case anymore,

it's too pretty out here.

Is this a perfect day, or what?

Look at this.

This is a perfect day.

You got your sand, you got your ocean,

your sun.

This may sound a little radical,

but we don't really have to go back

to that party.

Oh, really?

[Shot]

Ahh!

Jane!

God!

She's been shot!

Jane.

Jane, please.

Somebody call-- call an ambulance!

We need help here!

Somebody!

Somebody!

Call 911!

Call 911!

Yes. Beckwith, Tom.

Peckwith?

"B" as in baker.

Got no baker here, either.

I'm in Dr. Porter's psych class.

You don't look like a student.

I'm a slow learner.

I like the concern in your voice.

Thank you.

The scars.

Oh, you mean the ones you can see?

Yes.

Why do you cut yourself?

I like the pain.

The pain makes you feel alive?

It makes me wet.

What about you?

We're not here to talk about me.

Yeah, well,

you probably only screwed one guy

in your life, right?

One guy to have and to hold.

Well, guess how many I fucked?

How many?

I can fill

dodger fucking stadium.

Think about that, Lauren.

Are men your enemy?

Care for a lick?

You enjoy performing?

Yeah.

Why not?

We never know who our audience is, right?

Let's find out.

Back off.

Nobody come any closer.

Please, stay back, Mr. Beckwith.

Who are you, lover?

Stay back, please, Mr. Beckwith.

What's the matter, Lauren?

He just wants to fuck you.

Like it?

I'm not afraid of you, Darlene.

You're angry,

and you should be.

All those years, all that pain.

Your mother wired your mouth

with a spiked retainer,

to stop your thumbsucking,

a father who bathed you every night.

Drunken boyfriends who beat you up,

just because they could.

After a while, it must be difficult

to tell the pain from love.

Darlene, I think what you really want

is to be loved.

Don't let them keep hurting you.

They're not worth it.

Could we get a nurse in here, please?

[Phone rings]

Hello.

Lauren.

It's me, Ruth.

Yes?

Have you seen this morning's paper?

No, not yet. What is it?

Oh, my god, you don't know.

Jane weiss was shot dead.

At a fundraiser in Malibu.

My god.

Who did it?

They don't know.

Isn't it bizarre?

We just spoke the other day.

She was working on something.

We need to talk.

I'll call you.

O.k. Bye.

Ronni, let's go!

Dr. Porter's class?

How did you know?

You're wearing a sport coat.

Someday you should take it to the cleaners.

You think so, huh?

So, is she pretty?

She's all right.

Don't worry, dad.

You've still got it.

You think so?

Yeah.

You're a flirt.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Darlene's is a classic case

of bipolar disorder.

When she's depressed,

she tries to hurt herself.

And in the manic phase,

her sexual compulsivity

and violent impulses come out.

Obviously,

you try to stop your patients

before they're where Darlene was.

I mean, how far are you supposed to go?

I can't stand the sight of blood.

Especially mine.

Took a hell of a lot of guts.

Lot of coppers wouldn't tackle that.

Thank you, Mr. Beckwith.

Look,

sometimes in order to understand

what's really going on,

we have to let things

get a little out of control.

Everything we do,

everything we say,

no matter how strange or violent,

is an attempt by the self

to express itself

in its own language.

Now these attempts are vital.

Sometimes they're all we have,

an arcane cluster of clues

from which we have to try to find the truth.

In that way, we're like detectives,

but... detectives with love.

Not here to judge, Mr. Randall,

but to solve the crime,

to enable our patients

to move past it and to heal.

O.k. See you all on Friday.

Finish the Skinner by then.

Please pick up your tests on the way out.

Thank you for the "a."

No need to thank me.

You earned it.

That was my first one.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Please, sit down.

Would you like coffee?

Sure.

This is awkward for me.

I know that before you came here

you used to be a police officer.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah.

I was a detective in homicide.

I have a problem.

And I need someone

to do some surveillance work for me.

To have somebody followed.

I could recommend some very good pis--

oh, no, no.

It can't be a stranger. It's...

Frankly,

I don't know who else to ask.

Who do you want followed?

Me, Mr. Beckwith.

I want you to follow me.

If you could just

record my movements for a few days...

With a video camera maybe,

not during the day in my class time, I...

Wait a minute, wait a second.

Are you married?

No. Divorced.

Are you having trouble with your ex?

Not in the least.

A married man?

No.

A lover?

A student?

No.

Anybody threatening you?

Nothing like that.

If you don't--

Mr. Beckwith!

I've been having these...

Episodes.

Blackouts.

I will be getting ready for bed, say,

upstairs, and...

Suddenly it's the next morning, and I'm...

In different clothes,

in a different room.

A few weeks ago, I woke up,

and there was dried blood all over my hands.

Dr. Porter, this sounds a little...

Crazy.

Yes.

Come on, Mr. Beckwith.

You're in my class. We don't use words like crazy.

Nuts, maybe.

Nuts.

Keep track of me. Just for a few nights.

Please.

Want to go in?

O.k.

Hi, how ya doing?

I'm with the girls.

Go on in.

Shit!

How are you doing?

O.k. How are you?

Good.

Want to dance?

Sure.

Where are you from?

Texas.

Yeah, where's that?

Out the door. Turn left.

Thousand miles down the road.

It must be hard driving home at night.

Hey!

I've got to use the little girls' room.

You want to come?

I'd love to come with you later, lovey.

You know her?

No.

How about a drink?

O.k.

Come on. I'll meet you at the bar.

Hey, wait!

Lauren? Lauren, hey. It's me, Tom.

Come here.

You've got the wrong girl, sweetheart.

Not that I mind necessarily.

You don't recognize me?

Oh, god. Don't tell me I fucked you,

and I don't remember.

Lauren. It is Lauren, right?

Guess again.

Lauren, wait a minute. I need to talk to you.

Catch me later. Maybe I can squeeze you in.

Lauren!

Wait, wait.

We got a problem here?

No. Got no problems. I was just on my way.

Stick around.

You all right, Lena?

Mm-hmm. No problem, keno.

Just a little misunderstanding.

Look, I don't want any trouble here.

You could have fooled me, squire.

Coming in my club, upsetting my lady.

I thought I recognized her.

I was wrong. I'm sorry.

What sort of world is it...

When a lady can't powder her nose without some

shit-for-brains cocksucker fucking with her.

I'll be going.

That's right.

You're going to get way the hell out of here.

Cigarettes.

Tough habit to break.

Have a nice day.

What happened to you?

What the fuck didn't happen?

Oh, my god.

I went out?

Yeah, you bet you went out.

Are you saying you don't remember?

Any of it?

No, I don't.

What did I do?

Did I see you?

You saw me, Lena.

Lena.

Lena?

Is that what I call myself?

This is over my head.

You take it from here. Talk to--

no, please! No, please!

I have something to show you.

A week ago, a woman was murdered.

A woman that I know... Or used to know.

Jane weiss.

At a fundraiser in Malibu.

She was shot with something called a sig sauer.

They found that in my office drawer at home.

It's not mine.

It's a sig, isn't it?

And it's been fired.

That doesn't prove anything.

Wait, there's more.

I also found this in my purse...

The day of the murder.

I don't remember where I was.

That doesn't mean you...

How else?

What else could it be?

In your course work...

Have you ever read about multiple personality disorder?

A little-- last semester.

Mpd.

It's a disorder that almost always arises

out of childhood trauma.

20 years ago, my parents died.

My mother shot my step-father and then killed herself.

I was there,

but mostly I blocked it out.

So you created this other person?

An alter, it's called.

Looks like mine killed somebody.

Hang on. Hang on a minute.

Look...I'll run a check on the gun. Privately.

While I'm at it, I'll run a check on your prints.

Why don't you, uh, talk to somebody

who knows more about this mpd.

An expert.

I have a friend-- Ruth golden. I'll talk to her.

What do you see, Lauren?

[Gunshots]

Talk to me, Lauren.

Lauren?

Lauren?

Did you see your mother?

It was just a blur.

If your diagnosis is correct,

maybe you should consider...

Putting yourself in a facility

where you can get some real help.

I can't do that.

Take a leave of absence.

Think about it, Lauren.

You need to put yourself in the appropriate hands.

She hasn't come out yet?

No. Didn't Mrs. Maher put you to bed?

I'm in bed.

How many nights will you wait for her?

Don't you have school tomorrow?

So do you.

Yes, but I'm studying.

So am I.

I'm going to go make myself a cup of coffee.

Honey...

How many times have I told you,

you're too young for coffee.

I'll have decaf.

Go to sleep!

When are you coming home?

Soon. Now get to bed.

It's really late.

You should be here.

I'll be home soon, honey.

Daddy, I miss you.

Now get into bed. I love you very much. Bye-bye.

Hi.

I feel so guilty-- you being out here.

That's all right. I'm studying.

You can probably see I'm having a little party.

My father's son's first birthday.

Want to come in?

Oh, no, it's your family.

I don't belong--

I don't have a date.

My ex-husband is making fun of me.

It would make things easier.

Thank you very much, i--

full bar.

Spectacular margaritas.

Please.

O.k.--that's the operative word.

It's nothing fancy.

It's all right. I'll take care of it.

Are you sure?

I hope you like squab.

Squab's a staple at my house.

Except we use ketchup with it.

Beautiful jacket.

I have one exactly like that.

Charles, stop it. You know it's your jacket.

I've been on you to clean out that closet.

Charles thinks we're still married.

Tom didn't have time to change.

Aha.

Oh, listen...

I spoke with the d.A.'S office about Jane.

They think there's a connection to the investigation.

What investigation?

Didn't Ruth tell you?

Ruth didn't tell you what?

That Jane was reopening the case about your mother.

Wasn't that a suicide?

Jane never believed Margaret could've done it.

Did she talk to you about this?

She called my office, uh...

The day before she...

I was going to call her back.

Um...

The police may want to question you.

Refer them to me.

I'll keep this as painless as possible.

Think they'll still reopen the case?

Robert, I know how--

my wife's no murderer.

That inquest was out of a comic book.

I mean, Jane swore she had something... Some new evidence.

Excuse me, I'm Tom. Beckwith.

I'm sorry. This my father. Robert.

Pleased to meet you.

Ruth told me about you.

Some of it flattering.

Can we change the subject?

All this talk about Jane is hardly appropriate.

You're right, Ruth.

This is my father's work.

He just had a retrospective downtown.

Took 25 years to get it.

Now, I'm just, uh, along for the ride.

I like it.

It's dark and weird.

Well, it sells big.

Hi, darling. Your son needs changing.

Shh, shh, shh. Hi, snapshot.

Oh, look at that face.

Lauren, where's the diaper bag?

Oh, it's in here. Come with me.

That's Lauren's little brother. Good lord.

Listen, um...

I understand you used to be a detective.

Well, i--

without alarming Lauren, I've been...

Getting phone threats from a woman.

It scares me shitless.

Not for myself, but for them.

Have you made a report?

Police have a tap on my phone.

Call me when you have a second.

[Gunshots]

You all right?

Yeah. Just forgot how loud those things can be.

What did you say?

I said, you forget how loud...

Very funny.

Here you go.

Tom... Hmm?

This wasn't the one that... Tina used?

I got rid of that.

It's a friends.

Good.

These sigs scar up real nice.

I'll do your report. Nobody downtown will know.

Great, I appreciate that.

How's ronni?

Ronni's great.

She doesn't have a boyfriend, uh,

thank god.

And her father?

All right.

Only think about it 50 times a day.

Jesus.

How much blame's a guy supposed to take, huh?

Let's face it, pal...

Tina was lost before you met her.

You going to wrap up your Willy forever

because of a crazed woman?

Jesus, Dee...

Well, three years...

There's celibate and there's stupid.

Use it or lose it.

I can think of one volunteer.

All you got to do is say yes.

It's not that it hasn't crossed my mind.

Somebody's husband might put a hole in my head.

Or mine.

Thanks, Dee.

If I need a volunteer, I'll let you know.

Tom... It's good to see you.

Some of us around here actually miss you.

What was the score?

35-zip.

Raiders lost.

I'm glad I missed it.

Thought you would be in bed.

What's the point? Nobody to tuck me in.

You ever talk to this woman?

Or you just watch her through the video?

We talk.

Do you like her?

C'mon, let's go to bed.

If you like her, let me check her out.

We could probably use another woman's point of view.

You think I'm stupid?

You'll scare the hell out of her.

Give her a chance.

If you won't talk to me about stuff, you better find somebody else.

Hey. Hey, Joe.

Son of a bitch.

No, not you. I'll call you back.

Get a new tie?

You old sack a shit! How are you?

Good to see you.

How do I look?

If somebody hosed you off.

How do you feel?Can't complain.

You lie.

Of course. And you?

Well, everything's turned upside down since you left.

Hey, I got an opening.

City council approved 500 members.

Those promotions went right to your head.

Hey, we'll fix it up.

With your record... 40 commendations.

You're no more a psychologist than I'm a priest.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Like old times.

I need the ballistics on the bullets that killed Jane weiss.

Why?

Don't ask me why. Just call it a favor.

It's a damn sensitive case.

Have anything?

Maybe.

Weiss was investigating a 20-year-old murder case.

Some old friends of hers.

She asked a shitload of questions.

Two days before she dies, jackpot.

A loose end.

What loose end?

Evidence of a car leaving the scene.

After all these years.

Anyway, who knows what it means?

Give me the test.

Hey, you still trust me, don't you?

Hey.

Hey.

The prints on the gun were yours.

No doubt.

Jane weiss was killed with the gun from your purse.

I have to turn myself in.

That's a terrific idea.

Just fox-trot into the police station

and ask them to electrocute you.

You come to me

practically on the floor, begging for help.

Now it's a little scary,

and you're backing out?

Back out?

Yes, that's right.

You wanted to know answers...Right?

Maybe you're guilty and maybe someone's framing you.

Like who?

I don't know. Let's find out.

It doesn't make any sense.

I didn't ask to get involved in this.

But now I am.

You owe me the time to find out what's happening.

You understand me?

What do you want me to do?

Find someone to stay with you around the clock.

Charles.

That's not a good idea.

Once we split, he was an angelic friend.

I can trust him.

Let's not tell him.

You don't have to.

Then what?

Turn over some rocks, scare the worms.

Remember me?

Thought I'd stop by

for a spot of tea and some crumpets.

You limey fuck!

I would read you your rights,

but you don't have any.

Now that you're in a talkative mood,

tell me everything about Lena.

I've only known her a couple of months.

What did she do?

Finally kill somebody?

Kill somebody? What do you mean?

Who knows.

She wanted to know if I wanted to do the job.

What job?

What job?

Calm down, mate!

I swear it...

I'm an ordinary bloke. Know what I mean?

If I had known you were a cop...

Is she, uh...

She your lady, is she?

Jesus Christ,

you're crushing my fucking lungs!

Let me explain something.

I'm asking the questions, and you're answering.

Tell me everything.

C'mon!

Tell me.

I've only known her briefly.

She sleeps over a few times a week.

She's gone when I wake up.

Her place is on Kingman street.

I don't know the number.

[Dog barks]

Oh, Jesus.

Mr. Beckwith.

Sorry I startled you.

It's all right, it's fine.

Thanks for coming.

Your daughter said you wouldn't mind.

Of course. Good to see you.

Boy, would you look at this?

Damage from the quake, huh?

It was.

I heard they're tearing it down.

I couldn't believe it.

I just can't stand to see it like this.

Mind if I ask why you and Margaret got divorced?

Oh, I loved her.

Not for her bank account...

It was the society she lived in.

It was old money.

Circles within circles.

I, uh... Couldn't work my way...

You know, I just couldn't do it.

I hadn't earned my way.

How did Lauren feel about her stepfather?

As you'd expect,

she hated seeing Margaret and I separated.

The marriage crushed her.

You know what?

I'm gonna put a down payment on this place.

I'm gonna restore it.

Can't beat the architecture.

Have you received any more anonymous phone calls?

Last night the voice said...

If the police don't stop investigating Margaret's death,

I'll get the same as Jane weiss got.

And if that doesn't stop them...

Lauren's next.

Homemade.

Looks good.

Get a hold of this...

Ahh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Just a little nervous.

Please, let me help?

No, no, no.

You are our guest, got it?

Honey, better move the football

unless you want a little marinara on it.

I'm sick of spaghetti.

We had spaghetti last night.

That was Linguini, ronni.

I hope you like red, it's all we got.

It's all I like.

Me, too.

I want a sip.

No.

You never let me do anything.

You treat me like a baby.

Ronni, now knock it off.

I'd be really mad if I were you.

You don't want me here, do you?

I don't care.

He doesn't pay attention when you're alone, right?

Sometimes.

Let me guess.

Usually he's got his face in a book,

and you try talking, but he doesn't hear.

Sometimes.

When someone else is here,

you might as well not be here at all.

Maybe.

It hurts when you're there and somebody doesn't notice.

Right.

Tell me.

I'm not a little girl anymore.

And he doesn't know it.

It's like...

I've got to worry about him and school.

And that every girl in class makes fun of me

because I don't dress like a girl.

And I can't even tell him how I feel,

because he doesn't even really care.

He cares.

[Tom sighs]

I do, honey.

Stand up for me, ronni.

Go ahead.

Go on.

I like your style.

I like your shoes.

I like yours.

Want to try them on?

Seriously?

Sure.

They look very hip on you.

You go tell those girls at school to stuff it.

You're going to be a knockout.

You really didn't have to give me this.

Yeah, i--i know how much you liked it.

Lots of oregano, that's the secret.

I see, uh, Charles is still up.

Yeah.

Probably waiting for me.

Hope you don't get grounded.

Thanks for dinner.

Ah, you're welcome.

Let me help you with that.

You want me to open the door for you?

What?

Want me to open the door?

What?

Lauren, you all right?

Of course.

Why?

Just--just asking.

So, I'll see you tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Wait.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Charles.

[Pop pop]

[Gunshot]

I ran some hot water.

Thought you might want a bath.

Ohh.

I'd love a bath.

You look nervous.

Are you sure I shouldn't be sleeping with you?

What if you start sleepwalking, and I don't hear you?

Charles.

You're the lightest sleeper on the planet.

If I breathed, it kept you awake.

Across the hall is fine.

Maybe you've just been sleeping alone too long.

One of us has.

Don't wait up.

I might be in there for days.

[Water running]

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello.

Hi there.

Is Lauren there?

What time is it?

Damn!

[Click]

Hello?

Lauren!

[Water running]

Lauren?

Lauren!

Lauren!

Lauren!

Hey!

Hey!

What's going on?

Where you going?

Nowhere with you.

Aah!

Oh.

[Groaning]

[Loud rock music]

Lena?

Stick 'em up.

Ohh.

[Laughs]

[Snickering]

What's the story, Rory?

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm following you.

Oh.

[Giggles]

Well--

as long as you're here,

you might as well make yourself useful.

Hand me those, would you?

Keno told me you dropped by.

He said you're a cop.

Yes, I was. But not anymore.

I'm studying to be a psychiatrist.

My name is Tom beckwith.

Ahem.

If you have any mental problems,

call me.

You got a cigarette, Tom?

I don't got any problems.

No?

Mental or otherwise.

Except one.

And you can't take care of it.

Yeah...

Well, maybe I can solve it.

I don't think so.

You'd be surprised.

I have a very good teacher.

What's she like?

How did you know he was a she?

You'd be surprised at what I know.

[Laughs]

Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.

I'm sure you could.

The two of you... Look alike, a little.

Is that right?

Mmm-hmm.

Is that why you've been following me?

Because I remind you of your teacher?

No.

No.

I just want to talk.

Oh, just talk?

Hmmph.

Guess you must not think very much of me.

I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

What do you say we get together sometime?

Cup of coffee?

Get to know each other?

Maybe you gotta get something off your chest?

Why?

Do you want to get something off my chest?

I'm not even on your couch yet.

The beach... You like the beach?

I know a great stretch along the beach...

Go for a moonlight walk.

Up around Malibu.

You been to Malibu?

Yeah.

I've been there, so?

You ever kill anybody?

Yeah...you?

I know what you want, Tommy.

So I'm going to give you a hot lead.

I did commit a crime.

A big one.

The biggest.

And if you want to find out about it,

you're just going to have to keep following me.

[Laughing]

But not tonight.

Wait! Wait!

Do you want me to open the door for you?

No, baby.

I want you to go home.

Lena.

Tommy!

[Keys jingle]

Huh? You...

Lena.

Lena give me--

[chuckles]

It's an even 10.

All right. Next time we'll go to your place.

Stupid son of a bitch.

[Dial tone]

[Water running]

Shit.

Aah!

What are you doing here?

You don't know, do you?

Know what?

What, Tom?

You got everything?

Yeah. We got suspects inside.

I told you,

I went straight into the bathroom when I got home.

I didn't see him.

Right.

You didn't see him.

So, what was your ex-husband doing here?

I've been sick.

Charles was looking after me.

You always this hard on the help?

Hey, hey, hey.,

why don't you give the girl a break, huh?

This is a first-degree murder case. She's a suspect.

And right now, she's the only one we've got.

You know how this works.

Have you forgotten how to be a cop,

now that you're a college boy?

Come on.

It looks like two slugs from a sig sauer.

What happened?

I don't know.

Oh, god, I killed him.

Hang on now.

Someone did. We're going to try and figure out who.

Uh, Dr. Porter,

we need to ask you more questions

down at the station.

You're going to charge her, Miller?

You can charge her,

but you got no weapon,

no witnesses, and no motive.

Arrest her, and she'll be sprung in a minute.

Your careers will be fried by the L.A. times.

You've been a big help.

Come on.

Jesus.

Tom, you shouldn't keep your door unlocked.

Any nut off the street could walk in.

What's the matter?

You look like you just killed somebody.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd steal a beer.

Uh, I love to see you,

but, uh,

we've got to talk.

It's about Lauren Porter.

Tom, they've got a woman on tape to Robert Porter,

threatening him to back off on the investigation

of his ex-wife's murder.

It's his daughter Lauren.

The call come from an apartment on Clark street?

Yeah.

It wasn't her.

It's not the same person.

You're really starting to piss me off.

Why?

You got something?

Did Jane weiss' ballistics match Lauren's gun?

Maybe.

I guess it did.

Where is it?

It's gone. It was stolen from my drawer last night.

Look, it's not her gun, Joe.

That gun was planted.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You're going to fuck up a whole investigation,

your whole life,

your kid, over a woman?

I'm... Checking myself into a hospital.

I should've done it weeks ago.

O.k.

Tom is so sweet. He's...

Still doing what he...

But no matter what,

I am admitting myself tomorrow at 9:00.

Can I drive you?

Thank you.

You know, maybe you should start painting.

When a crazy artist has an exhibition.

They make lots of money.

What?

You can try a mural.

Work it out of your system in one, uh, big panorama.

Are you making fun of me?

A little.

Honey...

I love you.

We're all a little wacko.

Some of us don't know how to hide it.

That's why, uh, god invented shrinks.

Is that why?

I always wondered.

See you tomorrow.

She's ruining everything!

I'll send her away to boarding school!

Come on, Maggie, she's 12.

Sneaking around, getting into my things,

she's driving me crazy!

She'll grow out of it.

You sound like her father!

Let me ask you something, uh...

This stuff I'm doing with Lauren...

You feel o.K. About it?

Yeah. I think she needs your help.

You like her, don't you?

I hope you do, cause...

Every time somebody, a woman...

Likes you, you decide you don't like her.

Well, this is different.

I worry about you being alone.

I won't be alone. I'll always have you.

Sugar?

Yeah.

One?

Can you stay at Tori's for a while.

Just don't leave me there too long.

I think Tori's kid brother is a psychopath.

What?

There's a woman at the door, dad.

She says to say it's Lena.

O.k.

All right. Go to bed.

But it's Lauren, only she looks different.

Do what I told you. Go to bed. Come on, shut the door.

You said, if I had a problem...

Come on in, Lena.

Well, I got a problem.

A problem I need to talk about.

Go ahead.

So, are you a shrink or not?

Kind of.

Because I'm just here to talk, Tommy.

I don't want you putting any moves on me.

You really are studying this crap, huh?

You're not a cop anymore?

No. But you already know that, don't you?

I don't know what I know.

Why did you quit?

Um, personal reasons.

My wife, uh, she...

Ha ha ha.

You can't even get it out of your mouth,

can you, tough guy?

What would Lauren say?

You know Lauren?

Yeah.

Can't help it, can I?

How?

Can you see or hear her?

Her voice is always there.

With the other voices, driving me crazy.

What voices?

Who are the other voices?

What if a girl has a secret?

Some terrible crime that she committed long ago and buried.

And then the secret comes back after her.

What terrible crime, Lena?

I killed people.

People that I loved.

When was this?

How long ago?

Come on.

I don't know why I'm telling you.

Who the fuck are you? You can't help me.

Lauren, wait.

I am not Lauren, Tommy.

Oh, if I find out you've been cheating on me,

I swear, I am not a patient girl.

Anybody in my way won't be there for long.

Yeah, Lena, like who?

Who gets in your way? Charles? Jane weiss?

Who the fuck cares?

What is that?

Why, Tommy...

You're making something to remember me by.

How touching.

You don't need a tape.

You can have me.

Any time you want.

Oh, Tommy,

how long has it been, huh?

How long has it been? How many months?

How many years?

Awful years,

when you didn't have a woman to touch you.

Kiss you.

Like this.

Like this.

A woman to touch you.

To stroke you.

To make you feel so hot and alive,

just when you thought you were dying.

Don't be shy.

Don't be afraid.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

Come here.

[Ronni] Dad, are you all right?

I'm fine, honey.

Shh.

Shh.

You need any help in there?

No. It's fine. Everything's fine.

Ha ha ha.

Shut up.

What's the matter, baby?

She didn't hurt you, did she?

No. No. Go to bed.

Bed. Go to bed.

Guess who?

Oh, Jesus. Christ!

Heh heh heh.

Where the fuck have you been?

Oh...

You're not being very friendly.

Yeah, well, your friend, the fucking cop,

wasn't very friendly...

When he came to my fucking house!

Who? Tommy?

He's not a cop!

Oh. Well, he certainly acted like a cop.

Mmm. I think maybe you just better forget about him.

And think about me.

You want to struggle, eh?

Want it rough?

Ha ha ha.

O.k. I have to go to the bathroom.

Bathroom? The bathroom?

I like it in the bathroom.

The bathroom's this way! My love.

No!

This way... To the bathroom!

Yes!no!

Yes!

No!

This way.

Oh, yeah!

Mmm.

Ugh.

Ugh!

No!

No!

Yes!

No.

No.

No!

Get away from me.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot!

Lena!

No!

Get me out of here.

Come on.

Get the bloody car!

[Sirens]

Hey!

Damn it!

Oh, my god. He's coming.

Go!

Oh, god. They're still after us.

I used to drive this neighborhood six nights a week.

Let's see what I still remember.

The switches, they're getting faster and faster.

How long do I get to be me this time?

Careful.

Maybe the wall between you and Lena is starting to crack.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Lena!

Tommy.

Son of a bitch!

Can't you lose these bastards?

I'm gonna stop and turn you over to the police.

Slow down, Tommy.

Lena.

Slow down.

You turn me in, you're never going to find out

what happened to Lauren's mother. Now slow down!

[Car screeches]

You want your girlfriend to fry?

Huh? 'Cause that's what will happen.

And you'll be hurting an innocent women.

Lena, stay here.

Maybe two.

Lena.

Lena!

[Gun clicks]God damn it!

Ha ha.

[Guns cocking]

Keep your hands visible!

Don't shoot!

I tried to explain to you what happened.

Don't make me charge you as an accessory.

You talk to me.

Tell me where she is!

She jumped out of the car.

She jumped out and left you holding the fucking bag,

and you're still protecting her!

[Opens lighter]

So, I hear you finally got laid.

Yeah.

Almost.

[Beep]

Dad, I watched the news.

I just wanted to see how you were.

Hope you're o.K. Um, you can call me if you want.

Dad, if you think Lauren's innocent...

You've...always had pretty good instincts.

Trust them. I do.

Tori says hi. Uh, ha ha.

We've got her kid brother tied up in the closet.

Bye, dad. I love you.

[Phone clicks]

[Beep beep beep]

Son of a bitch.

[Sizzles]

Fuck!

[From house] Take your left hand over...

Who do you think he's talking to in there?

Probably another broad he's cheating on his girlfriend with.

If a bad guy comes, what do you do?

[Gun clicks]

Very good...Very good.

Lena?

Oh, Lena. Come here.

Ahh.

I got you.

I got you.

There you go.

Easy--easy.

No--no--no.

Hold on. Just stay right there for a minute.

O.k.

O.k.

Aah!

Aah!

Cold.

I don't want to do this.

I know.

I haven't been back there since that night.

Come on, Lauren. You have no choice.

I don't want to go in there.

You have to.

Tom.

Let's go.

You're afraid, aren't you?

Just like you were that night?

Yes, I'm afraid.

Where were you?

I don't know.

Bedroom?

I don't remember.

Come on. We're going to find out.

Up here?

I don't know!

Here.

Which one's your bedroom?

I don't know.

I know you remember. You know this house.

I hate this house.

This it?

Come on.

Leave her the fuck alone.

She doesn't want to go in there.

Lena?

Please.

Help me.

It'll kill her if she has to go in there.

We have to take Lauren into that room.

Lena?

What do you see in there?

What's here, Lena?

♪ She's got something that moves my soul ♪

♪ and she knows, I'd love to love her ♪

♪ she lets me down every time ♪

She always loved this song.

♪ She's no one's lover tonight ♪

♪ with me she'll be

her mother hated it.

And she played it all the time.

What song, Lena?

♪ Temptation eyes

Lena, where are your parents? What are they doing?

Are they talking? Are they arguing?

They're not my parents.

She hated them.

Lena, tell me. Did you kill them?

Lena, was it you?

[Screeching]

Ohh!

Where are you going? Lauren?

Lauren.

Lauren.

Lauren.

I wanted them dead that night, Tom.

I--i wished they were dead.

I don't understand.

It's o.K.

What?

Lauren!

Lauren, wait a minute.

Why did you come down the stairs?

Did you come down the stairs that night?

I don't remember.

Think about it....

Did you?

Yes.

Yes. I went into my mother's office.

Where?

[Breathing heavily]

What did you do in here, Lauren?

I tore up her appointment book

because she yelled at me that day.

Tear it up.

Tear it up.

Then what?

I threw it in the fireplace.

Throw it.

Throw it!

[Knock on door]

You hear something?

[Knock on door]

Someone's at the door...

Knocking.

Answer it.

Answer it.

[Knock on door]

What else do you hear?

Do you hear any sounds? Do you hear any voices?

Open the door-- door--door--door...

Open the door.

Who's saying that?

[Knock...knock...knock]

Open the door.

Who's voice is it?

Lauren, who's voice is it?

Hi, honey.

You're still up?

Can I come in?

Now, honey, go to bed.

I just need to get something from mommy's room.

Lauren?

Good night, sweetheart. Go on in.

[Fires gun]

You're in on it with me.

You're as guilty as I am.

You opened the door. Understand!

You opened the door.

Remember that.

I'm so sorry.

I never wanted this.

Fucker!

No!

Ugh!

Ugh.

Ugh.

It's all your fault.

You turned her against me.

Just like Margaret turned.

You were angry.

You had nothing. Mom had so much. Was that it?

It's--it's not so simple.

I'm an artist, and an artist needs money.

What then?

You have a new life.

You want to keep it.

And anyone who got in your way...

Jane...charles.

I did what I had to.

No...

Look at me, daddy.

You love me.

You don't want to hurt me.

Not for my sake.

I understand.

For my wife.

My son.

And you deserve your new life.

You worked hard for it.

I don't want to get in your way.

So you can put the gun down.

You can put it down.

Put down the gun.

Don't mind-fuck me, you little bitch!

Ooh!

Sometimes I really hate you.

Ugh.

Aah!

Humph!

[Fires gun]

Aah!

You look great.

You look like a person somebody could...Miss.

I missed you, too.

It won't be long. I'll be out.

And you won't have a reason to miss me.

I ran into your doctor.

He says you're doing really well.

Of course, I had to set him straight on a few things.

I thought you gave that up.

What do you mean?

Just because I joined the force again

doesn't mean my brain disappeared.

I just got to remember shoot first...Shrink later.

Can you open the door?

Yeah, I can.