All language subtitles for Snapdragon [1993]_EN

You will be the best ever.

And
the third drive-by shooting

this week resulting in fatalities

has put the community on edge,

and the police department
on tactical alert.

And more on that in a
moment, but first a traffic update

from Daniel Sherman in Sky Watch 97.

How's it looking up there, Danny?

T-M-C Johnathan, too many cars.

We have SigAlerts working
on both the Santa Monica West

and the Ventura North,

your afternoon drive out of downtown L.A.

Is gonna be an absolute mess.

The Hollywood Freeway traffic reported

a nine-injury tangle between
a tanker and a pickup,

traffic is backed up at
the Four-Level Exchange,

and Broadway and Chinatown is tied up

with the Chinese New Year parade.

Good luck, motorists.

If you have to be in it, be careful,

it's starting to look dangerous out there.

- How we doing?

You look good, you want a date?

- What do you want?
- Get in.

- Hey, hey, I don't have
a layaway plan, sorry,

I get the money up front or no deal.

- Show me what you got first.

- I'm not showing you nothing

- until I get the money.
- Why not, come on.

- No.
- You wanna play rough?

Huh? Huh?

You son of a...

- Alright, alright, alright, I
got him, I got him, let go.

- Pressed pants, asshole.

- Shut up!

- I've had it these animals,
they ruin everything.

- Looking for reimbursement.

Sit down, Sergeant.

Outside, I'll deal with you later.

And Grosky, shut the door.

Guess he showed up a little late again.

- He's alright.

- How about you?
- I'm fine, don't start.

- Come here, I wanna show you something.

- Yeah, Firestone from last month.

The same M.O.?

- Exactly.

- She did it again.

I knew it, I knew she would.

This should be my case, Burt,

I was the first one to call this.

- You be careful what you wish for.

- What does that mean?

- That the case is yours.

- Really?

- For some ungodly
reason Metro seems to think

that you can help them on this.

You've been reassigned,
you'll report downtown

- in the morning.
- This is my shot, Burt,

this is my chance.

- Then you won't disappoint me, will you?

- No.

- And you will be very careful, won't you?

So get outta here, you got paperwork to do.

- And Peck?
- Yeah?

- YOU COVGF your ass.

- Ow, God, what are you doing?

- What?
- Peck.

Fuck.

- Every fantasy has to have a little pain,

- you should try it.
- Oh man,

what are you, crazy?

What's that all about?

- Come on Doc, lighten up.

Put a little excitement into your dull,

- drab...
- No, I don't like

that kind of excitement, forget it.

Trust me, the guys at the department

are gonna find it real exciting.

- What are you, embarrassed?

- No, I'm just a little
old to be walking around

with a hickey on my neck, happy?

I'm gonna have to wear a
damn turtleneck all week,

and I hate turtlenecks.

Nice, gee.

No, no.

- Thank you.

- Ah, you know what, you drink too much.

- I'm celebrating.

- Oh, celebrating?
- Mmhmm.

- What is it now, Miss Mark of the Vampire?

- Better than that.
- What?

- I got transferred to homicide.

- Yes.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

- Permanent?

- Uh, temporary, but if
I'm good I'll probably stay.

- Good, good, that's great.

What's the case?

- Serial.

- Serial?

- Confirmed?
- Not officially,

- but I know it is.
- Mmhmm, okay.

You know you get in trouble

when you second guess the powers that be.

What's it like, what is it?

- A girl screws these guys
and then slits their throats,

probably with a razor or something,

and then she places this
black silk cloth over their eyes.

- Nice, the kinda girl you
wanna bring home to Ma.

Actually I read about it,
what's the body count?

- Two.
- Two,

well then isn't it a little
early to call a serial?

- Not for me.

That's right,
so young and so wise

all at the same time.

That's my girl.

- I need a favor.

- Please don't do this.

- And do a psychological profile

- for me.
- Oh,

come on Peckham, don't,
we have people who do that,

they're probably doing
it as we speak, come on.

- They're not as good as you.
- Oh,

come on, I talk to uniforms,

the people who think
they're Rambo, John Wayne,

people like you, that's what I do.

- What does that mean, people like me?

- Cops that drink too much.

Are you kidding me?

- We're now gonna enter the room

where the homicide occurred.

Mrs. Cullen, the manager
of the hotel is Mrs. Cullen,

room 23, thank you.

We're approximately at the
corner of College and Broadway,

on a beautiful sunny day in downtown

- Chinatown.
- Kinda hard to think

with you making all that noise.

- Hey look, we've been
back here three times,

what's to think?

- This guy is some borderline sex pervert,

likes to pick up women in
the sleazier parts of town,

a real low life.

- Geeze, are you still on that kick?

- And Firestone, 62,
successful businessman,

community leader.

Went to the same
church his entire adult life.

- And you think there's a connection?

- Has to be.

- Has to be, my Aunt Francis.

Look Sergeant, you're new at this.

Take it from me, what you're dealing with

is some cuckoo crackpot
broad that gets her rocks off

by slicing some guy's throat
while he's getting his off.

Now you got any questions?

- This is the key.
- Geeze!

- So?
- So,

in the first place I'm not even
supposed to be doing this,

so would you please let me finish reading

this stolen file?

- Borrowed.
- Yeah right.

- I'd guess she's mid to late 20s?

- Well I guess your guess
is probably right,

keeping in mind of course
that at this point

that's all it is, a guess.

There's no prints at either scene, right?

- Clean as a bone,

- she's good.
- Mmhmm.

- Your turn, you guess.

- Well, I would say that she
was probably sexually abused

as a child, possibly by a family member

or someone who knew her.

- Yeah, like a revenge sort of thing.

- Could be, but then again maybe not.

- You're being very helpful here.

- Babe, you get what you pay for, okay?

See, I'm intrigued by the
Oriental overtones of this thing,

the candles, the black
silk cloth over the face,

hide the eyes.

- Which means?

- The elevating of the
soul to a higher place,

the ending of life on a sexual high,

pleasure, not pain.

- Now she's doing these guys a favor.

- I'm gonna pretend I
didn't hear that, you.

Look, this is what I find most fascinating.

- Yeah, what is it?

- I haven't a clue.

- Yeah, well neither does
anybody else, can you find out?

- You want me to do your
legwork for you too, huh,

- your research?
- I do things for you.

- Oh come on Peck.
- Try this one on,

I stopped at pathology
on the way over here.

- You did?
- Yeah,

and they said that both of
these guys probably ejaculated

after they died, while she
was still on top of them.

- I didn't know that was possible, Jesus.

I guess that's what
they call last rites, huh?

- Not funny.

- Nah, it's not funny at all.

So tell me, how bad is it?

- How bad is what?

- That hickey you're sporting

under that very fashionable wardrobe.

- It's that obvious, Jesus.

- You should get some
of those big bell bottoms,

you know the kind Sonny
and Cher used to wear?

- Those real wide ones?
- Yes,

that would be a nice touch for me, I agree.

- S0 how's Ms. Peckham?

Still fulfilling one of
your four basic needs?

- You know, she's the same,
she's a friend, you know,

you know, same, more or less.

She said to say hello, by the way.

- You give her my best.
- She likes you.

- Hold on Doctor Lob, a
moment of your time please?

What's going on, Walter?

- Don't you have any idea who you're with?

- Well no, I can't say that I do.

- That's Elvis Presley.

- You go on ahead, I'll meet you in there.

Come on, let's go.

That's lovely.

Really lovely.

I'm Doctor Hoogstraten, call me David.

What's your name?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- I have no idea.

- It's time for lunch, Felicity.

- Felicity?

- It means happiness in Latin.

- I know that.

- Nurses give them names.

She's a Jane Doe, total amnesia.

- Permanent?
- Well, we don't know,

little early to tell.

Found her at the beach
a couple of nights ago

at the bottom of a cliff,
no ID, no nothing.

She's very lucky to be alive.

- Jumped?

- Might've been, might've had some help.

Come on, I'll give you first shot.

- Yeah.
- No, this is mine

and that's yours.

- Come on.
- Come on, that was in,

that was in, that was in.

- Very nice, right there.
- Alright, alright,

alright, I'll match it.

- What'd you think about
that blonde Jane Doe?

- Felicity?

- Yeah.
- Nice, what about her?

- Well, I want you to talk to her.

- Uh uh, not unless she
wears a badge, you know that.

- Oh David, come on, lighten
up with the rules, will ya?

- Bernie, rules are what make life work,

it's called civilization.

Now if you please?

- That's the game, my friend.

Listen, just bend these
rules a little bit for me, will ya?

Please, I need a favor.

- Oh, so now I'm the favor man?

- Well, you are since I fixed
you up with your first date

- when you were 12.
- You also fixed me up

with my ex-wife.

- Boy, you're not gonna let me forget that,

- are ya?
- Uh uh.

- How much do I owe you?
- No, you keep it.

- Nah, come on.
- Keep it, keep it.

Next time double or nothing.

Do me one thing though.

No, nowjust talk to
her, that's all I'm asking,

just talk to her, please?

Listen to me, I'm groveling.

- Hey man, since when
did you take such an interest

in your patients?

I thought your rule was don't get involved?

- Well, this one's different.

She's salvageable, most of them aren't.

- Now visualize the number one.

The color is purple.

A soft, vibrant shade of purple.

And now you're at the
deepest, most nerved part

of your being.

And you're in the middle
of an immense field.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry, I'm the one who's inept.

- Hardly.

- Oh well, it's only our first try.

Takes time, doesn't it Bernie?

- Why don't you go on to bed.

You look tired, get some sleep.

- Thank you.

- For what, I didn't do anything.

- You tried.

- Felicity, Dr. Lob says that you've been

having those nightmares.

Is there anything you wanna tell me?

- No, not really.

- Okay, then goodnight, sleep tight.

She obviously doesn't
wanna remember, at all.

- Well, we're gonna have to leave it alone.

You gave it a try.

- Oh, don't give me that crap.

Come on, you're the one
who said she was salvageable,

and for once, for a change, you were right.

- Alright David, then what?

- Then what?

She's got something inside her so deep,

so deep, deep inside her, that's so ugly

that she doesn't wanna
dredge it out and look at it.

- I agree with that.
- So let's do something.

- We have to release her on Friday.

- Dr. Hoogstraten?

I'm sorry, there was no one outside.

- Nobody, oh, it's lunch already.

- I was a patient of Dr. Lob's.

- I remember you, of course.

Felicity, right?

Please come in.

- I was just...
- Can I sit down?

- Yes, absolutely, Felicity.

Dr. Lob mentioned that after your release

no one heard from you for three weeks.

I was really sorry that we didn't continue

with the hypnosis.

- Ijust thought I should talk to somebody

about the dreams I've been having.

- Bad dreams, still?

I'm really sorry to hear that,

I'd very much like to help you Felicity,

but you should be talking to Dr. Lob.

You see, I'm a police psychologist,

I don't technically treat private patients.

- I was comfortable with you.

You didn't treat me like a child.

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry I bothered you.
- Wait, Felicity, wait.

You hungry?

Ah, we made it.

Best table in the house.

- No, the people in social
services have been great,

they helped me find an
apartment and get a job.

- Okay, so then you're doing alright.

You still depressed?

Well, that's normal after trauma.

- It's not the depression, it's the dreams,

they're more like experiences.

- To the subconscious
dreams are experiences.

We feel pain, sadness, happiness

as if it were really happening.

- You left out fear.

- Well, there's nothing to be afraid of.

You see, dreams are just the inner mind

working out everyday
problems, that's normal.

- Is it, is it normal to see yourself

having sex with faceless
strangers then killing them?

- That's different, but
not quite as abnormal

as you might think.

How did these people die in your dreams?

- Just at the end there's always blood,

lots of blood, then I wake up.

- Well, you just have
to keep telling yourself

that it's only a dream, nothing more,

quite possibly the result

of some deep-seeded childhood experience.

- Thank you, Dr. Hoogstraten.

I guess I feel better now
that I've talked about it.

This is for you.

Uh-uh, don't touch the meat,

- hey, hey.
- Dead about six hours.

- I'd make it more like nine.
- And the gage on the incision

you think that's about the same,

look about the same to you?

- At first glance I'd say so.

- Let me know if you find
any blonde pubic hairs.

- I do my job Sergeant.
- Good, just do it fast.

Hey.

Thanks, that's fine.

What are you doing here?

- Slow day, I heard it on the cop radio

and decided to come over.

- Wanted to see firsthand
how cops get screwed up, huh?

- Something like that, what's
with the blonde pubic hair?

- Let's go outside.
- Why?

What, I'm not allowed in there, huh?

- Well, it seems she wasn't
quite as clean or careful

- as we first thought.
- Oh come on,

that could've been from anybody.

- No, this last guy's wife
is a redhead, a real one.

Why the sudden interest?

- It just blows the
theory I was developing,

- that's all.
- Which was what?

- That your killer's an Oriental.

- Uh uh, not with blonde pubic hair.

- Could've been a dye job.

Don't women do that anymore?

- Is this a theory or an obsession?

- Look, you got me involved
in this, I didn't ask for it.

- Maybe you should get uninvolved.

- Yeah, okay, maybe I should.

May I help yQu?

- Father, good afternoon
Father, I'm David Hoogstraten,

I'm with the L.A. police,

and I was wondering if you could indulge me

with some information
about Mr. Walter Firestone,

the late Walter Firestone?

I would greatly appreciate it.

- I've already spoken
with one of your people,

I believe her name is Sergeant Peckham?

I don't know what more I can offer.

- Well, perhaps you can offer me the same.

- Needless to say, the entire church

is still in an absolute state of shock.

- I take it he was well-liked.

- Cherished.

You know, it's difficult to imagine,

no, impossible to conceive
how he was ever coerced

into such a compromising
situation, a situation so...

- Fatal?

- Well, that depends
entirely on your beliefs.

- People do succumb to
the sins of the earth.

- Are you familiar with those?

The sins of the earth?

- Only as a student.

Tell me Father, did Mr. Firestone belong

to any church group?

- He worked full time
for the church until, oh,

10 years ago.

- In what capacity?

- Several, for the most part however,

he was in charge of our foreign missions.

- Foreign missions?

- He made the final decisions

as to where schools would be built,

and he was also responsible for the hiring

and the signing of church
members, lay people,

to act as missionaries and teachers.

- These missionaries, are
they mostly from the L.A. area?

- Oh no, they came from
all over the country.

- Alright, let's see what I
remember from human anatomy.

Oh, well, well, well,

if I'm not mistaken that's a fracture,

and so is that.

- Yeah, there's another one there.

- What the hell's going on,

I thought you said she was
just bruised up when you got her.

- Come on, David, these fractures happened

when she was a kid, 10, 12 years old.

- I know.
- Yeah, I can tell you know.

- Doc, that's another one right there.

- What are you getting at,
why the sudden interest?

- Just curious.

- Her memory ever come back?

- Nope,
- Nothing?

- As far as I know.
- How about the nightmares?

- Nightmares.

You know what, that
information will cost you a drink.

It's very interesting.

- Do me a favor doc, don't
analyze me, you're off duty.

- You know what I think you should do?

I think you should see her again.

And why is that?

- David, you're missing a
golden opportunity here.

- Man, I hate it when you get brainstorms.

- Remember the ex-wife?
- Yes, vaguely.

Remember how she didn't turn out

quite the way you wanted her to?

- Yes, and?

- Well, clean slate, you
start from square one

and you, you, make the perfect woman.

No history, no baggage.

- My very own personal Stepford Wife, huh?

- Absolutely, men would
die for this opportunity.

- Oh doc, you belong at
the other side of the desk.

- Yeah, you're right,
you're absolutely right.

I forgot that you already
have the perfect relationship

with Ms. Peckham, don't you?

- Thanks.

- Dr. Hoogstraten.

- David, please, remember?

This is for you.

- Thank you.

So how'd you find me?

- Friends at the police department.

Why. are you hiding?

- No, just trying to get
my life back together.

- Mmhmm.

Felicity,

this place, look around.

Does it mean anything to you,
some of the art, the designs?

- I don't understand.

- Forget it, I'm sorry, I'm just...

I saw your x-rays.

- From the hospital.

VVhy?

- It looked like you had
several broken bones

when you were a little girl.

Anything?

I'm sorry.

- Can we talk about something else?

- Sure, sure.

Well, how about this?

You know what these are, huh?

One for you, you ever done this?

This could be fun, also
maybe a little insightful.

Open yours.

- True love is much
closer than you may realize.

- O00.

- Do yours.

- And the winner is, oh,

this has never happened.

- It's the same as mine.
- Mmhmm,

I don't know what that means.

Still mad at me?

Never was.

How's that case of yours coming?

- Oh, dead end.

Sorry, bad pun.

- Blonde pubic hair on
an Oriental guy, huh?

- Yup, sorry about your theory.

- I'll get over it.

- Still might be in the ballpark though.

- Yeah, how's that?

- No reason she couldn't be a Caucasian,

maybe lived in the Far East,

- or worked there.
- Or anything, right?

- 0h, well that doesn't
sound very enthusiastic.

Now what's wrong?

- Decided to take your advice,

stick to my job, let you guys do yours.

Homicide, Benson.

- Roger, David.

Listen, I need you to do me a favor.

Anything for the good doctor.

- Good, is your computer on?
- Computer never sleeps.

- Alright, will you punch in Sun Wang?

The Rambo guy who just got whacked?

- Yes.

I love your choice of words, Roger.

Why the interest?

- Research.

- Very nicely done, Hank.

Thanks very much.

- Yum.

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- Instant heart attack, right?

- I'm gonna tell.
- Maybe,

I didn't think you were on 'til tomorrow.

- Why not?

Just came down here to, I don't know,

I was gonna ask you to
let me see the file on

- Felicity?
- Felicity yeah.

- David, I can't do that.

You know patient confidentiality rules

- as well as I do.
- Oh come on,

it doesn't apply here.

You asked me to consult.

- I asked you to consult when
she was a ward of the state.

She's a civilian now, all bets are off.

- Look, I can help her.

I mean, there's gotta
be something in her file,

just a little something we could find.

- Why do you sound so desperate?

- I'm not desperate, I
just feel like I can help her.

- Alright, slow down.

What if I was to do this?

Don't you think we may be crossing

the professional line here?

For Pete's sake,

I'm just trying to follow
something that I'm involved in.

- David, listen to me.

Maybe this went over your head.

The other night in my office

when we were talking about Felicity

being the ideal woman, you remember that.

- Yes.
- The Stepford Wife,

that's what you called her.

That was a joke.

- I'm familiar with your humor.

- Well good, then you're familiar

with when I'm serious then also,

and right now I'm serious, leave it alone.

- Leave what alone?
- David, don't dance with me,

what are we doing here?

We've known each other too long,

I don't wanna see you jeopardize anything,

now is that clear?

Yes?

- Yes, you're right.

- Leave it alone.

- I'm outta line.

I'll see you tomorrow, I'm sorry.

- Oh Rodger, let me have the flower,

you know that's not for eating dear.

Come on, I'll give you some nice cookies.

Come on now, you know with
raisins, the chocolate chips,

the ones you like.

- Hi, I'm Dr. Hoodstraten.

I was wondering ifl could
have a moment of your time.

- Of course Doctor, what can I do for you?

- Well, do you possibly remember

a patient you had here a while ago?

- I'll try, I can't make any promises.

- Her name was Felicity.

In fact, I think you even...

- Yes, I remember
Felicity, oh, wonderful child,

but so lost, so all alone.

- Good, good, good.

Let me ask you something,

did you teach her how to arrange flowers?

- Oh, heavens no, she taught me.

- Really?
- Have you seen her

or talked with her?

- Yes.

- How's she doing?

Oh, such a nice girl.

- Yes, she is, and she's doing fine.

Look, the reason I'm here is

I was wondering if you
could recollect anything

she may have said while
she was here, out of context,

possibly in one of her nightmares,

that would relate to her past,

- to her childhood?
- Not really,

I wish I could.

Are you and Dr. Lob still treating her?

- Yes, in a manner of speaking.

Oh, that's good.

- How about any distinctive marks?

Birth marks?

Yes, maybe, something that could be

- traceable?
- Now that you mention it,

one time, when she first came here,

she was taking a shower,
got real confused, disoriented,

started to cry.

I ran in with a towel
to try to calm her down,

we do that a lot around here.

Well, she had a mark on
her thigh, it was way up.

I didn't say anything, I
didn't wanna embarrass her,

poor child.

- Do you remember what
the mark looked like?

- No.
- No, sorry.

- Will you take a look at this?

Is that anything like it?

- Yes.

- Dr. Hoogstraten.

- Professor Huan, nice of you to see me

on such short notice, thank you.

- I see that you're with
the police department?

- Yeah, I'm a psychologist.

- What can I do for you, Doctor?

- Well, I was hoping you
could tell me the meaning

of this drawing here.

- Where did you see this?

- I can't tell you,

it's part of an ongoing
homicide investigation.

Just, could you tell me what it means?

- It's the mark of the virgin.

- The virgin?

- I was born here, Doctor,
but my mother remembers

when her mother was forced
to sell her younger sister

because they had nothing to eat.

- What, into slavery?

- I know it may seem
cruel to the Occidental mind,

but being a concubine
was far better than dying

from a swollen stomach.

When my mother saw her
sister again 1O years later,

she was a consort to a rich merchant.

The snapdragon tattooed on her upper thigh

was put there when she was 9 years old

to prove that she was pure.

- Like branding a steer.

- I don't think it's anyone's fault

for wanting to survive.

I suppose you'll want to
see the Dragon's Tongue.

- What, the Dragon's Tongue?

- You've researched the
gliff and not the tongue?

I'll loan you this for two days only.

If you could kindly return it undamaged,

- it's quite rare.
- Absolutely.

- You may not like what you read.

- I'll take my chances.

Oh yeah, that's it.

The emperor's harem bore
the mark 6,000 years ago,

they were the only ones allowed

to use the Dragon's Tongue, bingo.

The concubines hid it under their tongues,

and then slit the throats
of the emperor's enemies,

whom they would seduce
for information, yow, Jesus.

- Uh uh, sorry.

- It's okay.
- N0, it's not.

- Yeah, it is.

Hey, don't worry about
it, happens to everybody.

- Not to me, you know that.

- Well, you just joined a big club.

- I'm canceling my membership.

- Oh, what are you celebrating?

- Joys of growing old.

- Oh please, you're a
virile stud muffin, okay,

it's no big deal,

you're just probably preoccupied right now,

- that's all it is.
- Sure.

- With what?

- Office, I suppose, too
many screwed up cops,

too little time.

- I can relate to both.
- Really?

I'm sure, why don't you
tell us about your case, huh?

- I thought you were gonna
stick to doing your own job.

- Oh yes, I forgot, I'm sorry, sorry,

- I'm sorry.
- No, I'm sorry,

forgive me?

- Yes, you're forgiven.

- It's just this thing's got
me up against the wall,

and if something doesn't break soon

they're probably gonna
send me back to Vice.

- Oh great, that's your favorite place.

- There just has to be a
connection between these victims,

- there's just gotta be.
- Not necessarily.

- Look, you know what,
that's what everybody's saying,

but I feel it in my gut that I'm right.

- Oh, well then you're probably right.

As they used to tell us in Psych 101,

go with your instincts, babe.

- Okay, this first guy, he's over 60,

businessman, practically
a religious fanatic,

second guy, he's a stud, no offense.

- None taken.

- Um, he spends all of
his discretionary income

on prostitutes, and then this third guy,

he's some Chinese dude who sells flowers.

Maybe it's me, maybe I'm the
one who's nuts around here.

What do you think, Doc?

- Like I said, I'm out of it, don't ask me.

Yeah, nice catch, good hands.

See, hands, concentration,

it's all a matter of concentration.

And throwing is all in
the wrist, remember that.

What?

What, does that remind you of something?

What's going on?

Okay, what, this remind you of something?

- Like what?

- Like the feeling of another place?

Another time long ago, childhood?

Memories of mountains?

Ocean?

- I thought this was gonna be a fun day.

- It is, it still is.

We're gonna have fun.

One last lonely dog, who wants it?

- Not me.

- Come on.
- Oh, it'll make me fat.

- Oh, yes, sure, I doubt it.

- I wonder if I ever was.

- What, fat?
- Yeah.

- Like I said, not a chance.

Did you have a good time tonight?

- Yeah.
- Me too, really good.

You know what...

I wanted to try something,

although you probably tried it with Bernie,

oh nevermind, here.

- The pictures.
- Yeah.

- And see ifl can remember.

- Wanna give it a shot?

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay, it's alright, no big deal.

- David?

Do you think that maybe before all of this

I could've been a bad person?

- I mean, a really bad person?
- No,

notyou.

Vice.

What?

- Yeah, Dr. Hoogstraten.
- There's been another one,

I need your help.

- What?
- Hoog, are you awake?

- Yeah, I'm okay, where'd it happen?

Holiday Lodge Motel in El Dorado.

- Yeah, I know where that is,

I'll see you soon, okay?

All through?

I came by your place last night.

- Yeah, I was with a patient.

After midnight?

- Oh come on, is that what this is about?

Is that why you're calling my
house at 2:30 in the morning,

to find out where the hell I am?

- No.

N0, I, I...

I don't know why I called.

- You okay, babe?

- I don't know what I
am, this thing is just,

this is making me crazy,

it's like she's inside of me.

Oh boy, I don't know ifl can do this.

- Sure you can.

You're a good cop.

Go get 'em.

You okay?

Have you been here all night?

Well, why don't we go inside, huh?

Wanna come inside?

Come on, alright?

This is for you, careful, it's hot.

- Thank you.

- So you feel better, a little bit?

You feel like talking?

- I think so.

- Good.

So you had another nightmare.

- The worst one, it wasn't like the others.

Parts of it were more clear,

it was terrible.

- Tell me about it.

- It's embarrassing.
- I understand.

- I was with a man in a bedroom.

- Did you recognize him?

- No.

Then the blood.

- Felicity.

Felicity.

You know that because of
the recurrence of these dreams,

and the fact they are
becoming clearer and clearer,

it's quite possible that
you're re-experiencing

something that happened
before you lost your memory,

possibly even something you
witnessed, do you understand?

- I don't know, I'm not sure I wanna know.

- You're really good
with flowers, aren't you?

What do you see?

- I don't know.

- Tell me.

- Images.

Colors.

- Okay, that's your memory
struggling to come back.

- It will.
- I can't, I'm sorry.

- Okay, here.

- I'm sorry, I'm imposing.

- Don't be silly, come on.

There you go, see?

You'll be safe here.

I'll be right down the hall where you saw,

and we'll talk later, okay?

God knows we both need some sleep.

Anyway, goodnight.

- You know, no one's ever
been this nice to me before.

- How would you know?

- Help, help. help!

No, no.

No.

- No, no!
- Hey, it's okay,

it's alright, it's okay, it's alright,

it's me, it's David.

You were just dreaming,
you were just dreaming.

Do you know where you are?

Alright, I'm gonna let you go now.

Try to sit up.

There you go, there you
go, that was a bad dream.

Do you remember what it
what, what was going on?

- They were trying to hurt me.

- They were?

Did you see their faces?

Who was it, you know, you don't know?

Don't remember?

- I really think I should go.
- Wait, no,

please don't go, don't run away from this.

It's not gonna go away by itself.

- Please.
- David please,

- I have to leave.
- Please, please, please,

please, please.

Felicity...

- Wonderful.

Thanks a lot.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, heY-

Don't go anywhere.

Hey, hey, it's not, wait a minute!

Hey!

She didn't call or nothing?

- Nope, I tried to call
her but she didn't answer.

Kinda hard to figure,

I mean she's never been late or anything,

ever since she first started working here.

- Come on, you don't have any
idea where she might be now?

- Not one.

I don't understand
how the police department

can order me to come and see you...

Wait a
minute you can't go in there,

I'm sorry, I tried to stop her,

but she pushed past me anyway.

- Officer Green, excuse us for a minute,

Sylvia, it's okay.

I'm sorry, I forgot I had an appointment

with Detective Peckham.

See you later.

Have a seat?

- No.

- Well, I'm gonna sit
down if you don't mind.

Peck, we don't have exclusive
by each other, you know that,

I mean, we never have.

- I can live with that, this I can't.

- What is it?

- I think you know what it is,

and I also think you know
what that is, don't you?

Isn't this cute, Doc?

It seems an old friend of yours,

a Professor Huan from the
Humanities Department at UCLA

gave us a call.

Uh huh, she was actually looking for you,

but when she mentioned something

about an ongoing homicide investigation

the call was referred to me,

- how's that for coincidence?
- Okay, well,

- there's...
- Don't say a word,

it would probably be a lie,

and itjust might be used against you

in a court of law.

- Oh, come on.
- Do you know what you get

for withholding information
in a capital crime?

You wanna tell me what the fuck's going on?

- I'm sorry.

- That helps a whole hell of a lot.

Let's go, and don't say a
word unless I tell you to.

- Hey Peck?
- Let's go.

I can't believe you didn't tell me.

- Sorry.
- Yeah, you already said that.

What are you, carrying
on your own investigation,

all of a sudden you're Dirty Harry?

- Hey, I think I'm involved.

- Funny way to show it.

Okay, this last victim was a pimp,

ran Oriental women mostly,

worked outta one of these dives.

I think we might be close to something.

- S0 why am I here?

- You wanna be a cop, I'm
gonna show you what it's like.

Besides, I'm not gonna
let you out of my sight

until I know what you know, all of it.

I'm Sergeant Peckham, LAPD,

I'd like to speak to your manager, or...

Sergeant Peckham, LAPD, and you would be?

- I am Hua.

- You know this man?

- Never seen before.
- He's dead, you know that?

- Never seen before.

- We have pretty good information

that he ran a call girl
operation right outta here.

- No girls, just Mahjong.

- What are they, nieces?

- Waiting for tables.

- Ever seen...
- Rumor has it

that your boy here actually owns

some of the talent who work for him,

bought burnt-out hookers from the Orient

and brought them back here,

but you wouldn't know
about that, would you?

Looks like you're violating
some health codes.

Oh, and some fire codes, and
no doubt some liquor codes,

you interested in staying in business?

Have a good day.

- The first guy sent
missionaries all over the world,

but mostly the Far East.

The second guy lived for
hookers, mostly Oriental.

The flower guy, Felicity's friend,

the pimp actually owned people,

had them brought here from...

That's it.

- You better take this.
- Yeah, this is Deb.

I'll be happy to tell him.

Alright, alright yes.

- Hey man, it's me,
David, where you at man?

Hey, you there?

Listen, you're not gonna
believe this, I figured it out.

Felicity is a Sybil, man.

Listen, she's doing the murders

except she doesn't know.

I don't know how I
didn't figure it out before,

but I'm really gonna
need your help on this,

buddy, huh?

Listen, um, what...

Oh, Oh, shit!

Oh man..

Oh no, no, no!

Not you, not you, not you.

Oh God!

- Ijust came from Bernie's
office, I'm sorry, really sorry.

- Yeah, it was my fault, I'm responsible.

- It's nobody's fault.

- I could've won, I know who did it,

I was just too wrapped up...

- It's not your fault, it's not your fault.

We did it.

- We did it.

Her name is Felicity,
except it's not her real name.

A nurse gave it to her.

She has amnesia, you see,
she was a patient of Bernie's,

and then he asked me to
help, so she came to see me

after she was released,

and we became friends, so to speak.

- While I was here that day.

- Yeah, she has a severe split personality,

only I was too stupid to see it.

- You know it all don't you?

- Mmhmm.
- You did all the research

- I asked you to?
- Oh yeah, yeah.

Parents were missionaries,

sent to the Orient about 2O years ago,

sent by a man named Firestone.

- Jesus.

- And then they were killed,

she probably saw it happen
while she was being kidnapped,

and then she was sold,

sold into a life.

- I know, I know.

- How could people do that,
how could people do that?

- You know where she lives, don't you?

- Oh, yeah.
- You're gonna show me.

- Yeah Peck, only you, okay?

Please, at least the first time,

- please.
- That's fine.

- It's not here, nine, there, 12.

I've never been inside, I swear to God.

- I believe you.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- Will you tell me the rest of it?

- It's all a guess.

That's what life's about.

- Well, she was sold again,

probably to that pimp
downtown, he brought her over.

- Why the flower guy?

- VVhy?

Because, on purpose, she's leaving a trail,

she wants to get caught.

- David.

- Yeah, see, she wants to be stopped, see,

she wants it to be all
over finally, just over.

- And Bernie?

- She wants me to be
the one to catch her, see?

So what are you gonna do now?

- I need to get some guys down here.

- That's a good idea.
- And you?

" Me?

I'm gonna go to the
morgue and be with Bernie.

- Yeah, well you take care of yourself.

I'll let you know.

- Thank you.

Hey. good luck, okay?

- I've been waiting for you, David.

I knew you'd come, the matchbook.

- Just stay right there.

- Don't be afraid.
- I'm not afraid,

you should be afraid.

- 'Cause you love me?

- Because I understand you.

I did understand you, until, Bernie.

Why Bernie?

I understand all the others, ljust can't...

Why him?

- They don't matter, all
that matters is you and me.

- I know it's not you, I
know it's not you doing this.

- Make love to me.

- I wanna know about the
snapdragon, tell me.

- Who told you about that?

- Felicity.

- No, she wouldn't.

- She wouldn't, huh?

- She was sworn to silence.
- By whom?

The woman who ran the Mahjong place, right?

Her?

Right, her?

Just tell me.

- Why are you asking me so many questions?

- What are you so afraid of?

Who's gonna hurt you?

No one's gonna hurt you,
no one's gonna hurt you.

- What?
- Make love to me.

- What?
- Make love to me.

- Hey!

- Thanks Mike, I can handle it from here.

- Cute David, real cute.
- Hey, it's not what it seems.

- What do you have a
death wish or something?

- Please, it's not the best day

- of my life.
- Hey, fuck you

and your best day!

It's a wonder you're not lying there

with a black silk cloth over your eyes.

- H0w'd you know where I was?

- Well when you didn't
show up at the morgue

after three hours, I put
an APB out on your car.

I got lucky, sometimes it works.

Oh, this is great, this is great.

Okay, where is she, lover, huh?

No more games.

- I swear to God, I don't know.

- Don't give me that crap,

you know damn well where she is.

She left you alive for a reason.

- I don't know.

Nice.

Beautiful.

Yeah.

- I want you to know something.

I never wanted any of this, any of it.

See, contrary to what you guys thought

my life was just fine
before I got brought into this

bizarre business.

So now my doing favors for friends

has ended up costing me Bernie, you,

and now somebody...

What's the fucking point?

- And now what?

I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

I don't think so.

I'll tell you what Doc,
I think you're sick,

and you need help, a lot of it.

- Why don't you...
- No, don't start,

I don't wanna get into
it, and I have a job to do.

I'll leave you to wallow
in your own misery.

- No more trouble, you leave now!

- Please, where is she?

- Enough death, you go away.

- Look, I just wanna...

- Hey, hey!
- Please go,

it's too dangerous.

- Look, I'm going up okay, I'm sorry.

Felicity, I know that's not your name.

Look, I don't know what's going on here,

but I'm here to help
you, that's all, alright?

I'll get you outta here, we'll start over,

you don't have to tell me anything, okay?

I'll just help.

You should've
stayed out of it, David.

You think you're so smart.

- What?

Do you know what this is?

- Who are you?

- Why are you doing this?
- Because it has to be done.

- Come on, it doesn't have to be this way,

we can fix things.

- Can we, David?

- I was wrong.

- Dead wrong.

Recognize this?

You should, it's yours from your Jeep

at the motel room.

This time I'm gonna do it right.

- You tried to kill your sister.

You pushed her off the cliff at the beach.

- She tried to leave me.

She actually wanted to get away from me.

- It'll never work.

- They'll think she tried to kill you,

like she killed the others,

so you shot her.

It'll work.

- You're nuts.

- We shared everything,
even our dreams, our thoughts.

You had to spoil it, just
like you spoil everything.

" No!

- How'd you know?

- I followed you.

Rule number one, never
trust anybody who's in love.

- No, how'd you know which one to shoot?

- It didn't matter to me.

- Alright.

You sure you don't want
me to stay with you tonight?

- No, I think I need to
spend some time by myself.

- Okay, okay

Anyway, you have my number, right?

Hey, tomorrow start over, right?

Brand new life.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Well.

Okay, I better go now, I need my jacket.

I'll see you.