All language subtitles for Last Gasp (1995).en

Where?

- Down.

Found him this morning.

The second time, Señor Chase.

First Coyar, now Simbron.

Not good for us, not good.

- Same tribe?

- Yes.

See the cut.

Here, and here.

Totec.

They don't let you run.

- Did Simbron have any family?

- I don't know.

No, Señor.

- All right, I'll see to it
that he gets a proper burial.

Now you men get back to work.

- Back to work!

Back to work, muchachos.

- Hold on a second.

Just let me get a score.

Gracias, amigo.

- I was assured that
the construction site

was in a controlled area.

- It is.

- It's inhabited by Totec.

- Never asked who it was
controlled by, did you?

Señor Chase, Totec never
seen no tourist hotel

going up before.

Bound to be a little curious.

- Now their curiosity has
killed two of my workers.

Two?

Two ain't bad.

- I want them removed.

Now.

And I want you to do it.

- Señor Chase, the
Totec has citizens.

Santa Del Sol, Mexico.

Even if they ain't aware of it.

- Who's gonna complain?

- Imagine they might.

- Their presence jeopardizes
the construction of a project

in which I have a substantial
dollar investment.

A project that could transform
this primitive pimple

of a state into the
next Puerto Vallarta.

- Ah, I hate Vallarta.

Too many Americans.

- Thanks.

- Anytime, my friend.

- I suppose you have
tall boots, calf high.

- Several pair.

- Bring those tomorrow night.

They had some
pilfering of supplies.

You'll be in charge of security.

- Says fucking who?

- The Ministry of Land
Resources after I call tomorrow

and recommend you for the job.

Tall boots.

Protect those tendons.

Goodnight, my friend.

- Ah, Señor Chase.

- Got me thinking.

- Did I?

Totec.

- Yeah.

Care for a pop?

- What am I paying you guys for?

- Can't get too
near a dying Totec.

Something to do
with their spirits.

- Their spirits?

- Yeah immortality,
reincarnation.

Totec are supposed
to live forever.

They believe a man's soul
escapes to another body

in his dying breath.

What's the
matter, Señor Chase?

Never killed no one?

Quite the marksman.

The men certainly earned
their pay today, Señor Chase.

- Are you sure that's
the lot of them?

- The Totec are no more.

May God forgive us.

- I don't need forgiveness.

I can live with myself.

- Oh, I hope someday I can.

I wouldn't count on
seeing Lieutenant today, Ray.

- Ah, I can take a hint.

You mind if I get a cup
of coffee before I go?

- Just be outta here
when I get back, okay?

- Your husband left on his own.

He'll come back if and
when he wants to come back.

I understand your concern,

but it's like I told
you on the phone.

- Yeah, I know.

It's out of your jurisdiction,

there's no evidence that
the crime took place.

- That's right, Mrs. Weeks.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- Thanks for all your
help, Lieutenant.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Weeks!

Hi.

Ray Tattinger, from
Bureau Investigations.

I couldn't help overhearing
your conversation inside.

If you're looking to find
somebody, I'm your man.

You've got a heck of a
place here, Mrs. Weeks.

- I wish Julian felt the same.

He lost his job, I was
paying all the bills,

I guess he resented it.

He messed his head up so
he left to sort things out.

- So, when'd he leave?

- About five months ago.

Last time he called he
was doing construction

working his way south.

- When did he say
he was coming home?

- Last week of August. Promised.

He was anxious to get back.

- Four weeks ago. Mm.

- What are your fees?

- $100 a day per
Diem, plus travel

which is about two
thirds of the going rate

for a licensed
investigator and, you know,

cafe's not doing so good?

It's been better.

- It just so happens
I'm heading up north

in another case, no
need to charge twice

for travel expenses, only one
Ray Tattinger.

- I only got a couple of
hundred dollars in cash.

Can I send you a
check for the balance?

- Sure.

You know, Nora, Mrs. Weeks.

You know, some folks do
drop out intentionally.

They abandon cars,
homes, businesses, wives.

Especially wives, when there's
a third party involved.

- Now you're sounding
like Lieutenant Fladboe.

- Could he be right?

- No, he could not.

- Have you seen this fella?

Haven't seen this guy, have ya?

Hey, has this guy been around?

Damn.

Man, is it hot.

Good thing you got
air conditioning.

Yours?

- No. It's a loaner.

Jag is in the shop.

- It's parked in my space.

- It's parked in my space.

- Color me gone.

All
yours, 4:45 this afternoon.

- Okay.

Thank you.

Who was he?

- Mr. Tattinger?

- The man in the Chevrolet.

He was just
a claims adjuster.

For whom?

- Imperial Mutual Insurance.

- First, we have no affiliation
with a company of this name.

- Well that explains it.

He was looking for someone

we didn't even have on file.

- And second, insurance is
spelled A-N-C-E, not E-N-C-E.

Now who again was
he looking for?

- Mr. Weeks, W-E-E-K-S.

Julian R.

- Thank you.

Babe.

Come on Nora, smile.

Julian!

I'm here!

Nora.

- Ray Tattinger, how can I help?

Good afternoon.

- Oh, is it?

- I didn't hear from you,

I was anxious to find out
what luck you had up north?

- I still got some
feelers out, so-

- Something's come
up, can I see you?

- Mm, this smells great.

I didn't mean to put you out.

- Honestly, you didn't.

There were no records?

- Well, the guys at the LCC
site said he worked there.

The gal in the office
said he didn't,

at least she couldn't
find any paperwork on him.

You said something came up,

you wanna talk about it?

"Notice of impound,
Cooks Towing, 82 Mazda."

Julian's.

- Well, looks like
I head back up there

first thing in the morning.

What if he doesn't
come back, Nora?

What then?

- I think we'll have to
assume he'll be back, Ray.

- Help you?

- If you're Cooks.

Well, Cooks died.

- That's too bad, so
who sent this out?

- Well, I guess I did.

- Well, you aren't sure?

Who are you?

- Ray Tattinger,
First Imperial Bank.

We're executives of an estate

that names Mr. Weeks
as a beneficiary.

We got a nice
little stash for him

if we could only find him.

Mind if I have a look inside?

There might be
something in there

to help me find this fella.

- You see this here car
was locked when I found it,

and it's supposed
to stay that way.

- Yeah, but I have
the impound notice.

- Yeah, but you see,

you ain't the registered owner,

you see, you ain't
Julian R. Weeks.

- I bet Mr. Weeks
would appreciate it.

- Now, you see, now,

I better not, because they
come down pretty damn hard

in this business, they think
we're all crooks as it is.

- Mind telling me
where you picked it up?

- In town, it was abandoned.

- How long ago?

- Not long, a couple weeks.

Well thank you, sir.

- Okay.

Nice car wash.

Wait, wait, wait!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Tell me, Duane.

Nine yards worth.

- You're trespassing, man.

I come back for my wallet,

and I found you
breaking into my-

- Tell me about the blood.

- Blood? What the fuck
are you talking about?

Inside the Mazda.

- You're out of your mind.

I ain't never once
been in that truck.

Never once, you asshole.

- Don't rope me,
you little gink.

I pull this trigger,
you'll be backin' up

the urinals the
rest of your life.

What?

- I said, you won't do it, man.

I just pick em' up!

Where he tells me to, I
just pick em' up!

- He?

Who's he?

Got anything to drink
around here, Duane?

- Now, you listen,

now just like I said,

he calls me up, he tells
me what year and make,

and where to find it.

And you know it shows up,
it's right there abandoned.

So, tow em' in, and
we send out notices,

and Eileen auctions
them off in 90 days.

- Who's he?

- I don't know.

I ain't never seen him.

- How'd you meet him?

He calls me up.

- How'd he get your number?

- Fuckin' Yellow
Pages, I don't know.

- How'd you get his cut?

- He don't take no cut.

He
just unloads cars.

- Hey. Hey this
is all legal, man.

- It's legal, if you've got
Shredded Wheat for brains.

Haven't you ever wondered why
these cars don't have owners,

why nobody picks them up?

- Now, see this guy, and
maybe we got an arrangement.

You see, he don't take no cut.

- And you don't
ask any questions.

You.

- I mean would you?

- Mm. Yeah, Duane, I would.

- Okay, so, what
are we saying here?

So, what are we
saying here?

What I'm saying here is
next time he calls you,

you call me and
call me soon, Duane,

I don't hear from
you soon, Duane,

cops will be so far
down your throat

you'll be crapping blue.

Ray Tattinger, how can I help?

- He called.
- Now listen to me.

I want this car, man,

because it just sounds
too good to be true.

Tell me.

It's a Porsche
924, red, S-T-H-9-2-1.

Address?

Now I gotta
make this pick up, man,

otherwise he ain't
gonna call me no more

and I lose out on
the whole shebang.

You can tow
tomorrow morning

after I look at it.

Now look,
that's not the-

- The address, Duane.

900 Ravenwood,
it's north of Everett.

- Oh please, come on.

Hi, Nora.

- Hey.

- Still need a ride?

- Yeah. My car won't be
ready for a couple of days.

- Okay.

- Do you mind if we swing
by Alamo Street first?

- No great, let's go.

- Okay.

- I've had it.

If I don't make a sale soon,
I'm getting out of real estate.

This is definitely not one
of my neighborhoods, Nora.

- 721 Alamo Street,
it's gotta be here.

- Well, maybe it's in
the executive washroom.

Here we go.

Whoa.

- Hi, can I help you?

- Looking for Ray Tattinger.

He owe you money?

- Not exactly.

- I thought you
gave him 500 bucks.

- I didn't give it to
him, it was a retainer.

Well
congratulations, lady.

You are the latest and
the greatest contributor

to the Ray Tattinger
early retirement fund.

- Are you saying he moved?

- I'm saying he split.

Took off about a week
ago, never came back.

Don't expect he will neither.

Tell you what, the
Salvation Army's coming in.

Why don't you take what
you want, you know,

cut your losses.

500 bucks, wow.

- Nora, you don't
want any of this crap.

- I want the picture.

- What picture?

- The one of Julian.

I got it.

Look.

- Maybe he forgot to cash it.

- Would you leave your
money all over town?

- Are you insane?

I gotta get outta here.

In
the Lancaster area

where the grisly
discovery was made,

the remains, believed to be
male 25 to 40 years of age,

have been removed by
the county coroners

who will attempt to
identify the body.

The five day forecast of
cold nights and sunny days

will continue
throughout the week.

Directory assistance.

The number to
the coroner's office?

555-2978.

County coroner.

- I'm calling regarding the body

that was reported on the news?

All I can tell you

over the telephone is
he's a male Hispanic.

For more information
you can come down here

between the hours
of eight and five.

- No, thanks.

I'm almost
positive this address

was in the new
multiple listing book.

Even in the dark it looks great.

What a commission
this would be. Hm.

- So this would have to be it.

Only one Ravenwood on the map.

But why did he write it down?

Could be from a different case.

- Wonder if we could
do a walkthrough.

- I wonder if we could
get a closer look.

- Don't you have the key,

aren't you the real estate lady?

- Yeah?

- And Mr. Chase didn't leave
you the key to the gate?

- He told us he would leave
us a key, but he forgot.

It's so like him.

- I'm sure he wouldn't
mind if you let us in.

Would he?

- Yeah, no problem.

So?

- It's locked,
let's look around.

Nobody's home, look
around for a lockbox.

- I did, I couldn't find one.

- Oh great, I love
breaking into houses.

You know, this
works on some doors.

If you just slip this
into this thingy here,

push it down, pull it out.

Voila, access.

Don't you have a gold card?

- Did you hear something inside?

- Such as?

- I don't know.

The
Sedan, it's yours?

- Uh, the blue one,
yes, mine, ours, mine.

- Just the two of you?

- Just us.

I'm Goldie and this is-

- The gardener let you in?

- Look, I'm a Realtor.

We were just out
canvasing the area,

looking for some new listings.

The gardener thought
we were someone else

and we took advantage
of the mistake

by peeking in a few
windows, that's all.

We were just
admiring your house.

You are selling?

- I am.

- Great.

My company represents a
very exclusive clientele

and I would love to sit down

and talk to you sometime.

- I have a broker.

- Just in case you
change your mind?

- The man has a broker, Goldie.

- You'll have to excuse me.

It's not everyday I
find two beautiful women

prowling around my
house, you threw me.

- Well, I can understand that.

- For the record, the house
isn't an exclusive listing.

Since I am interested
in a quick sale,

perhaps we should talk.

Goldie, was it?

- Still is.

- If you got a minute,
why don't you come inside?

You can poke around to
your heart's content.

Please, won't you join us?

- No more.

Please no more.

You're not here.

I am.

Go away!

You're very adept at that.

Forgive me, I didn't
mean to startle you.

- How did you get in?

- The backdoor was unlocked.

- It was?

- Chase, Leslie Chase.

- Yes, I remember.

- It's a great place.

Imagine my surprise to find out

that you're not in real estate.

Actually Goldie
and I are old friends,

I was just along for the ride.

- I see.

Almost forgot.

I found this by the
door at my house.

You really should
be more careful.

- Mrs. Hardwick, good morning.

Still no tulips?

- Few weeks yet, hon, I've
brought you some roses.

Last longer anyway.

- Always a saleslady.

Any word yet
from your young man, Julian?

- Not yet.

- Don't you dare give up on him.

- Does that sound like me?

- No, I imagine it doesn't.

Nope,
nope, nope, nope.

- Please. Please Mrs. Hardwick.

Let's not go through this
again, Mrs. Hardwick,

take the money.

- Just come visit me sometime.

- Still over on Lion's Road?

- Same address for 32 years,

imagine I'll die
there.

- See if I can't stop by first.

- Fair enough.

- Showed some Polaroids
around the office today.

Everyone says that house
is a giveaway at $750,000.

I'm gonna have to ask
Leslie if he'll come up.

- Has he even mentioned
Ray Tattinger?

- No, but I'll ask him
tonight if you want me to.

- Tonight?

Yeah, he called to ask
if I was free.

I said, "Maybe cheap,
but never free."

- You're seeing Chase socially?

- Honey, business.

- That doesn't look
too tax deductible.

- Well, I just
wanted to wear it.

I don't get many
chances, you know.

Listen Goldie,
there's something about Chase

you should know-

- No, I know everything.

I ran a credit check on him,

Leslie Christian Chase.

Came up unmarried and
incredibly wealthy.

So for me, life
ceases to be an issue.

Listen, he-

- He's here, let him in.

You're dressed.

- No, I want to
make an entrance.

- Do I have the right place?

She's just about ready.

- So you live here too then?

- Upstairs.

- You look incredible, Nora.

- I don't know
what your game is.

But she's my best friend,

I don't want to see her hurt.

Are you
always right on time?

- It's a vice I have.

Well I hope
it's not your only one.

- I'm sure we'll see
you again, Mrs. Weeks.

So she
hired a detective

and then he split on her.

- And she went to the police?

- Yeah, but, they told her
the same thing that I did.

That Julian would come home

when and if he was
good and ready.

But you gotta
understand Nora, I mean,

she was seriously in love.

This is a girl who
didn't wash the sheets

for a month after Julian left.

She didn't want to
wash his scent away.

- But she thinks something
serious happened to him?

- I guess so.

I guess it's easier
for her pride that way.

Oh, goodbye Mr. Diet.

- You look wonderful in blue,

have I told you that?

- Hey, you don't want
any of these critters?

- I'm trying to cut
down on red meat.

Save room for dessert.

The guys at the LCC
site said he worked there.

The gal at the office
said he didn't,

or at least she couldn't
find any paperwork on it.

LCC.

Leslie Christian Chase.

- Hey.

Where you going?

- My car's ready, finally.

- Oh, you gonna
walk to the shop?

- Taxi.

- Why didn't you
come and get me?

- Well, I know you got back
pretty late last night.

So how did it go?

- Oh, what a guy.

He goes around the world
building all these buildings.

He's done a lot of things,

you know that scar that
he's got on his neck?

I'm sure you've noticed,
it's his only flaw.

Well he got that during a fight

with some Indian warrior
in Santa Del something,

I don't know, it was the
jungle somewhere, right?

I mean who do we know that's
ever been to the jungle,

let alone attacked
by the natives.

I was impressed.

- I can see.

A Native American spokesman
denies any tribal involvement.

W. Dykstra.

Hey, Mrs. Dykstra?

- Yeah, who are you?

- Nora Weeks, got a minute?

- How?

- I read your stories,
four bodies discovered-

- Five.

- A fifth body?

- Look, I'm a little crazy here.

- Wait, my husband's missing.

I know something's
happened to him,

and there's no one to help me.

Please tell me what you know.

- Okay, let me give
it to you straight.

Each of the victims had
their ankle tendons cut.

- That hasn't been in the paper.

- Sometimes we're asked
to suppress certain facts

that are relevant to the case.

Like something the
murderer might know?

It's a clever idea, really.

I mean a victim can't run away.

But there's just no history

of that kind of mutilation
in our local tribes,

there's just no history of-

- But what?

- All right.

My source indicated
to me off the record

that they found some rather
unexpected marks on the femur

of the latest victim.

- Marks, what kind of marks?

- Tooth marks.

- Animal?

- Human.

- In Pre-Columbian Mesoamerica,

the Totec believed
that men was born

from the flesh of the dead.

It was the nourishment
of their existence,

and for 20 days based on
their sacred ritual calendar,

a human sacrifice
was to be made.

A chieftain would
select a victim,

have him stripped, painted
blue, the sacrificial color

and led them to the
temple of the jaguar.

The chief will
then make offerings

of his own blood to the tribe,

drinking it just prior
to executing the victim.

With the heart still beating,

the body was flayed, and the
flesh eaten by the tribesmen.

Hunted to extinction,

no survivors of this
ancient civilization

are known to exist.

Totec Chieftain,
Santa Del Sol, Mexico.

Why didn't you answer?

Had a
hairdryer in my ear.

You're
going out with Chase?

You can't,
he's dangerous.

- Well so am I in this dress.

Look at this, Russian sable.

Feel it, there's
only a hundred coats

like this in the world,

and guess who gave it to me?

- And you accepted it?

Did he tell you
he came to see me

before he went out with you?

He's using you to get to me.

- Oh, really?

'Cause he couldn't possibly
be interested in just me?

- I didn't say that.

Goldie, you've known
him for a few weeks.

We know each other for years,

I wouldn't lie to you.

You know the bodies
they're digging up?

They all have ankle tendons cut.

- What are you talking about?

- Chase told you he built
a hotel in Mexico, right?

- Yeah.

- There were rumors at the time

that he built it on the
sacred land of the Totec,

did he tell you that?

Did he tell you
about the tendons?

Totecs, tendons?

Oh, whoa.

- Listen to this.

"Amongst the last
predatory tribes

"of Central America
was the Totecs.

"Unique in their death rituals,

"disabling their victim
by the precise severing

"of the ankle tendons."

Goldie, these bodies, they
had their flesh removed

and they found human
tooth marks on the bones.

- So you're suggesting,

no, no, Nora.

Don't even say it.

- It's obvious, isn't it?

- Listen to yourself.

Leslie Chase, he's
got everything.

He's got cash, he's got
cars, he's got a great house,

he's got a job that takes
him around the world.

Why would he need
to kill someone?

- What about Ray Tattinger?

Christ, it's like he
ends where Chase begins.

And you didn't even-

- I asked. Leslie never met him.

- What about Julian?

He was working construction
for the company called LCC.

Ring a bell? Leslie
Christian Chase.

- He's late.

He's never late.

- I hope I'm wrong for
about 10 different reasons.

Not the least of
which is Julian.

But please Goldie,
stay away from him

until we know I'm wrong.

- Lock up for me?

- Goldie.

- I think he really
likes me, honey.

I really do.

Hi.

You look nice.

- So what are we doing tonight?

- There's a cocktail
party I should attend.

- How about if we skip it
and go back to your place?

Nobody's
seen or heard from her

for a couple of days now.

- She didn't say anything
about leaving, quitting?

No, not to us.

- She was in the
middle of a deal.

You mean the
place out on Ravenwood?

- Yes.

Well, that sold.

- Goldie?

Goldie?

I've gotta talk
to the Lieutenant.

- You can't, he's busy. Hey.

- Do you know a man
named Leslie Chase?

- Mrs. Weeks.

- Do you?

- The developer, lives over
on Ravenwood, about 35, 40.

Standing right behind you.

- Hello, Nora.

Just making a few
final arrangements

with Lieutenant Fladboe here.

He's agreed to keep
an eye on the house

while it's in escrow.

- Do you know this woman?

- Yes, she's, how do I put
this tactfully, former lover.

I'm not
your God damn lover!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, jumpin' Jesus,

what the hell is going on here?

- I'd prefer if we
could solve our problems

in private, Nora,

not put them on
display like this

in front of a judge.

- He's a murderer.

I told you my husband's missing.

I hire Ray Tattinger
to find him,

now he's gone too.

- Lady, apparently you're
the only one who didn't know.

Ray is a flake.

Probably moved his
little operation

to another town by now.

- Okay, well, my
best girlfriend-

- Goldie's fine.

We're vacationing
together, or will be.

I'll be joining her as
soon as I wrap up a-

- Bullshit. Why didn't
you take her coat?

- The fur? It's a
little warm in Hawaii.

- Let's call her.

If she's in Hawaii, let's
get her on the phone.

I want to talk to Goldie now.

- I don't think that's possible.

- Because you're lying.

- Because I believe

she has a sailing
lesson 'til about five.

- He's the guy.

He's the one who is
putting all those bodies

out there in the fields.

I know, I've been to his house.

I found blood.

- Mrs. Weeks, real calm now.

Why do you say he's
killing people,

and why is he doing it?

- Because-

- This should be interesting.

- Because he's-

- Yes?

- You son of a bitch!

- I usually like to keep
personal matters personal,

but this is a bad situation.

You know, just, involvement,
she and her best friend,

you know how they get.

They'll say anything
to get back at you.

- Yeah, I know.

Aloha!

I'm in Hawaii honey,
do you believe it?

Leslie sold the house
through another agent so

I lost the sale
but I got the guy.

Uh, look, Nora, I
should've left you a note,

I'm sorry if you
got worried, okay?

I'll make it up to
you when I get back.

If I get back.

I'm not sure if this is a
vacation or a retirement.

I'll try you later, honey.

- Nora, maybe now
you'll listen to reason.

We need to talk,
away from things.

At the wildlife sanctuary
at the state park.

Tomorrow, sunrise.

Quite a place, isn't it?

I'm one of its patron saints.

I have my name on a
plaque, somewhere.

I'll be leaving soon,
but I wanted to see

if we couldn't work out
our situation first.

- I have nothing to
work out with you.

- Are you sure of that?

- Positive.

You wanted to talk, so talk.

- I've never spoken
about this to anyone.

Dying Totec chieftain will
breathe his final breath

into the mouth of his successor.

His spirit has passed
on in that breath,

that last gasp,

along with the souls
of all the chieftains

who have come before him.

Years ago, I became that
which I sought to destroy.

In order to preserve the
lineage of their souls,

they keep me alive.

And they have needs,

needs which must be satisfied.

- Interesting mythology.

- It's no myth.

I need your silence.

And I'm willing
to bargain for it.

- You have nothing I want.

- I have Goldie.

And if you want her to live,

there could be no more episodes

like the one yesterday.

No police, no accusations, ever.

- You killed Ray Tattinger?

- The detective?

- And Julian?

Answer me damn it.

Did you?

- You're the only
one that could end

this curse from me, Nora.

Do it.

The Totec believe
that during a dream

the person's nagual
leaves his body

to seek out other souls,

souls to whom they are linked.

- That's insane.

- I can't stop them.

Do it.

Do it!

- Oh God.

I want to, but it's no way I'm
going to become what you are.

- I killed him.

I killed Julian, and
I let him suffer.

You're the only one that can end

this curse from me, Nora.

Do it.

- Noreen!

My goodness.

Do I have to post
visiting hours?

Well come on, come on.

There.

Better?

Wanna talk?

You've heard from
Julian, haven't you?

How is he?

- He's not coming back.

- Your young man's not in
any trouble, is he, girl?

If he is, maybe you
should talk to the police.

- I tried, they
didn't believe me.

- Doesn't mean I wouldn't.

You know, I haven't
shared a bed for 16 years.

Not since Mr. Hardwick
fell face down in the yard

and neglected to get back up.

But there's half a mattress
going to waste in the bedroom.

It's yours for the
night if you want it.

- Thanks.

I'm fine right here.

- Fair enough.

There's a blanket there.

Another nip of Sherry?

- Now typically I
beat the sun up.

So if I'm gone when you wake,

you just help yourself
to the Cream of Wheat.

Oh, and I'll leave the
spare door key for you

if I can remember where the hell

I hid the damn thing.

Here somewhere.

Here it is.

Anyway, you can stay
as long as you like.

Might be nice to
have some company!

Do my image some
good too.

The neighborhood kids think
I'm a bit spinsterly as it is.

Did I say spinsterly?

Hell, they think I'm
a witch!

Well, I suppose every
neighborhood has to have one.

Ours did back in Iowa.

Her name was Mrs. Chillingsly.

Quite a name.

She was always-

- I'm listening.

Is everything all right?

Is everything all right?

Mrs. Hard-

Hello, police?

Yes, I want to report a murder.

Yes, a murder.

Yes, I'm sure!

Please, please hurry.

Okay. C-H-A-S-E.

- Leslie Chase.

He lives up north,
Ravenwood Road.

Okay I'm sorry,

I just want to go through
this one more time.

This guy comes in
through the kitchen door,

attacks the owner of
the property, Mrs. Hard-

- Mrs. Hardwick, and she
was here in the kitchen.

- Right.

So he attacks Mrs.
Hardwick then he leaves.

You come in, you
discover the body,

then you leave.

You go to the nearest phone,

you call it in at 23:47.

Now according to dispatch,

the first unit arrives at 23:52.

That's five minutes later.

They discover nothing, nada.

No sign of entry, no
sign of a struggle,

and no Mrs. Hardwick.

- He put her in the sink.

- The sink?

- In the sink so he could
wash the blood away.

- What?

It's Lieutenant
Fladboe, he knows Mr. Chase.

- Brown here.

No, I'm with her
right now.

All right.

Okay.

That explains everything,
all right, fine.

Here's what we're gonna do.

We'll look for Hardwick.

In the meantime, I'll make
sure that you get home safely.

Hi, neither Julian or I

can come to the phone right now.

Please leave a message
so we can call you back.

Chase, it's me.

I know you're in my apartment.

So listen, you win.

I won't say anything, not to
the police, not to anyone.

I wish to God I could
kill you, but I can't.

So go home, Chase, it's over.

- Freedom!

- This oughta help
you feel better.

She's not here!

You think those leeches
from the tabloids

are ever gonna quit calling?

- Help me up.

- Where you going?

- I've gotta stop by work.

- Oh, Nora, honey, come on.

You don't need to do that,

it's only been three days.

They can get along without you.

I still shudder when I think

about how close we both came to,

I never suspected, Nora.

And I heard what
you were saying,

but it just didn't register.

Hey, love may be blind,
but I am here to tell you

that lust is blind and deaf.

And dumb.

Really dumb.

Anyway,

I guess,

I just haven't had the
chance to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for not believing you.

And to thank you.

Because baby, I really
do owe you my life.

- I know.