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Shelly?

Michael?

Mikey...what?

Mikey? Mikey? Mike?

God, Shelly?! Shelly? Shelly?

Shelly...

Everything's gonna be okay. I'm here, I'm here.

- You gotta make it stop. - I will. I will, Shelly.

Don't leave me. Don't leave me, Shelly.

- Get up.

- Another one that likes to fight.

- Where is she?

- Mikey?

Mikey! Oh, Mikey...

No! No!

- Janna? Janna?

Are you sure about this?

- I have to face it sometime.

- At least let me send someone to do the cleaning.

- Thanks, Lorraine, you're a good friend.

I don't know what I would've done without you.

- Call me.

- Oh, Detective Sgt. Briggs, why don't you come right

the hell in?

- Sorry, Ms. Dane.

You know, officially, this Is still a crime scene.

- You've had my house for two weeks, I want it back.

- I believe this belongs to you.

Doctor had to pry it out of your hand.

Listen, I'm sorry I have to bother you at a time like this,

but I do --

- But you're gonna do it anyway.

I don't suppose you have an aspirin?

- I'm out, I'm sorry.

- They even tried to steal the damn plumbing.

- We're gonna nail these animals. We'll put ‘em away.

That is, unless some liberal shrink gets them off

on account of a deprived childhood or something.

- Leave it to people like you,

Briggs, we'd still be burning witches.

I help defend people who are sick. That's my job.

- Oh, good, you're feeling better. Now we can talk.

Tell me about your sister's husband.

- We've been through this before.

Donald is an alcoholic, he beat her up.

His version of family values.

I think she finally left him, that's why she was here.

- Well, we picked him up. He blames you.

He said you tried to break 'em up.

- Yeah, ever since the first black eye.

But he didn't do it, it was a burglary.

Someone noticed I was out of town

and they thought no one was home.

And I told you, there were three or four --

- I know, I know, three or four men.

But Donald could've hired them.

Now, you said that your sister and the boy were dead

when you got here?

- Yes.

- And you fought these men off, all three or four of them?

- I worked my way through school

as a martial art instructor.

- Oh. - I was upset that night,

they murdered my sister and my nephew.

In fact, you're getting me upset all over again.

- I'd still like you to come on downtown and talk

to the sketch artist.

- For the 10th time, they wore masks.

It was dark. Now go away.

- I may have to ask you a few more questions.

- Then bring some answers.

Shelly...

- Mikey, no, no!

- Come on, keep her alive, move!

- No, stop it, no!

- She hit me!

- Hold her up!

- Dragon flower? - Hi, Mr. Young.

- I am sorry for your loss.

- I...thank you.

- It is fortunate you can still smile.

- What makes you think that I'm smiling?

- The light of the eye is not equal to the intuition

of the spirit.

- And a penny saved is a penny earned.

No offense, but you can keep the mystical mottos.

- Did you learn so little from your martial arts training?

- Hey, I'm still alive,

that's some kind of record for the neighborhood

I grew up in.

Ten o'clock high.

- Please, this is personal.

Get a job.

- You tell the Lunden council that there are only

two experts in motorcycle accident reconstruction

in the state and our guy won his last four cases

over the other guy.

And then tell him to send us a check.

- Please tell everyone thanks for the flowers.

- Janna. - Hi.

- So, how are you...really?

I hope this is a social call.

- I have to get back to work.

- Go home.

- I can't, I can't do that. Not just yet.

- Of course. Problem solved.

I keep a little place at the beach, stay there.

- Thanks, Lorraine, but I still...

I need to get back to work.

- On...

It's good to have you back.

Oh, hey.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Janna, this is Nicholas Langford.

- Sorry, static electricity. What's your field, Janna?

- Psychology.

- Nicholas is the expert in copywriting.

He's a lawyer and a publisher.

- Uh-oh.

My client's expecting me in five minutes. I have to go.

- Here, come on,

I think I have something you might be interested in.

Global shopper stores are working up a new

security program and they want input

from a criminal psychologist.

Oh, and if you're up to it,

I'm throwing a little bash for the DA's mayoral campaign.

Here, Friday, five o'clock. I'd like you to back me up.

You don't want that one, truly.

- Theodore Logan Skaggs.

The attorney is E.G. Whitman.

- God, let me guess, the defendant isn't famous,

so he's either a serial Killer or he's filthy rich.

- He killed a cop. Whitman took the case pro bono.

I smell a book deal.

Trial's just started and already,

Whitman's first two experts have bombed out.

Believe me, the DA is on the warpath.

- This is work.

- All right, I'll set up a meeting.

- You can't protect me, Lorraine,

ax murderers are my business.

Hello?

- I don't know the combination!

Please...

- Keep your mouth shut. Get inside.

- Ah, please.

- Ow...

Here.

- Holy guacamole!

Thank you, you're my savior.

They were gonna kill me, good thing you showed up.

I don't know how to thank you.

- 911 emergency.

- You gotta send an ambulance.

- Janna, girl, you're gonna get your butt in a sling.

- You wanna fight? Come on.

- I will, Shelly. I promise.

Black.

- Anybody calls, I'm on my way to my office

with my favorite ex-student.

- ESP testing? I still think that stuff's

for leftover hippies.

I feel like an idiot.

- Interesting, do you feel this way often?

- Stick it in your ear, Leo.

Okay, we played a few games, we had a little fun.

What's the word?

- I have 10 books to my credit.

- Eleven.

- Any rate, my theories work, I am a genius,

and I say there is nothing wrong with you.

- If you choose to ignore a series

of extremely disturbing hallucinations.

- Disturbing, perhaps. Hallucinations? Perhaps not.

From the moment of birth, we build little worlds.

Inside the worlds, we call reality,

but outside...ah. Coffee, please.

Janna? - The candy.

- You know, it is not uncommon

for head trauma like yours to open

the kind of doors that allows one to see beyond the walls.

Wonderful. Superb. Janna, my dear,

you are a pisser.

- Please, don't tell me.

- The lowest scores I've ever seen.

- Well, that's good, because that means that I'm not --

- It means almost certainly that you are.

Some psychics score high, hard-headed psychics score low.

Your very resistance to the idea affected

the test, you see.

- Perfect. - Hello, Mr. Breitenheim.

- Hello, Helen, how is she doing?

- Same as yesterday.

- Whoa, sweetie, are you okay?

You're gonna have to be a little more careful.

What's your name?

- This is Andrea.

Andrea isn't quite ready to talk with us yet.

- What's wrong with her?

- You have the PhD, you tell me.

We ruled out retardation.

- Asperger's disorder? Tourette's?

She could even be schizophrenic.

- In 10 seconds you know as much as we know in three weeks.

Janna, what? What is it?

- A dark room. She's locked in the basement.

It's a long time.

The sound...there's water running, but it's loud.

It's deafening.

- Janna...Janna, you are receiving special knowledge

from your sense of touch.

Don't you see?

I always thought you'd make a good clinical psychologist,

but if you accept yourself, this...this.. this,

your gift of super sensitivity,

you could reach the unreachable ones.

- Leo, my sister brought me up. We were poor.

This extra consultancy business is gettin' me everything

I've ever wanted.

- Dr. Breitenheim, hi. I think we had a meeting at four?

Are you following me?

No, seriously, I knew we would run into each other again.

- You see, psychic premonition.

Nicholas is going to publish a book I'm working on.

- Congratulations.

- We should get together,

now that we're colleagues at Forensitec.

- Maybe.

- If you change your mind,

I have important work for you to do here.

It's not uncommon for head trauma like yours to open

a kind of door that allows one to see beyond the walls.

- All right, let's find out.

Relax, calm the mind,

cleanse the senses.

Okay.

Clear the pathways.

Concentrate.

Now, touch the object.

It's happening. I can see how...

I can see where you were.

I can feel what you felt.

That's it, yeah.

Just turn over your rock....

and let me see where you live.

- Three dollars?

What am I supposed to do with three fucking dollars?

I'm gonna get something out of this.

- Get outta here! - Hey, just chill out, man,

just chill.

That crazy bitch broke my ribs.

It's not safe on the street anymore.

I gotta get some rock.

You again?

- That's for my sister, you son of a bitch.

I can't do this again, Shelly.

- All right, all right. God.

No, tell me I'm dreaming.

- I'm a cop, what can I say?

- How about goodbye?

- Not this time.

- Any progress in my sister's case?

- Yeah, I may be onto something.

What's this? The Psychic Reach? Objective Clairvoyance?

What's this? Psychometry? What's that?

- It's nonsense.

Psychic images connected with objects.

You have to excuse me, I'm late.

- Sure.

- I'd offer you a snack, but I forgot to buy donuts.

- Hey, I'm not surprised.

You've been very, very busy.

- Meaning what?

- Well, all the work you've been doing on your big

case and all.

- And all?

You mean evaluating Teddy Skaggs?

Or trying to stay alive while a bunch of thieves take

over the town?

- The cop Killer, interviews, meetings...

I notice how you manage to stay out all night.

- You've been watching me?

- No.

Well, um, technically, that's a no.

I mean, I put a man on your house.

- And?

- We had to let your brother-in-law go.

He doesn't like you much.

- That's it? You're here to warn me about Donald?

- Yeah.

You have anything else you wanna tell me?

- If you insist. Your father was an authoritarian.

He was never satisfied with you or anything you did.

Your few close friends have all failed you.

Thanks.

You're rigid, more than a little paranoid,

and riddled with guilt.

No one appreciates you, you have no home, no family,

your life's a mess,

and I urge you to seek counseling immediately.

- "Dan the Man." It's a great slogan, I love it.

- Well, it sure is. Well, whoever came up with it,

I want that guy to be my PR guy.

- "Dan the Man." It's simple, effective.

- No one's gonna forget it,

not one person could possibly forget it.

‘Cause even if they're not familiar with him,

they're gonna remember the slogan.

- Careful, gentlemen, this lady knows exactly

what you're thinking. She's a shrink.

Let me borrow her for a moment, okay?

- Later, guys.

Is that a new perfume I smell?

- That is the fragrance of power, my dear.

My A-list at this little event run half of the state

and they all hire consultants.

- E.G. Whitman.

- Mm, with the assistant district attorney.

Two Killer sharks in the same swimming pool.

So much money, so little time.

- What's he doing here?

- Well, it appears he's kissing

the assistant district attorney.

Janna...

Why are we doing this?

- It's E.G. - Uh-huh.

- He's looking this way and I know exactly what he wants.

- Terrific.

- Lorraine Powers? - There he is.

- Lovely, as usual. - Thank you.

- And Janna, you're just the young lady I want to talk to.

- E.G.

- You know, you two are gonna have to excuse me.

It's time for the hunt.

- I read that report of yours,

damn interesting piece of work.

I wanna talk to you about that.

Come on, let's go get some more privacy.

Been on my feet all day. Do you mind?

Sit down, sit down.

Yeah, I was just thinking about old Lorraine and all

the business we've done over these years,

and she's not married, is she?

- Don't toy with me, E.G. I'm fragile.

- Yeah, well,

I'd say she probably has a good exercise program.

- Uh-huh, swinging both ways. It's aerobic.

- Now, the only thing wrong with that report is all

those maybes, and the only question

is whether that man knew the difference between right

and wrong when he stabbed that police officer.

Could have been, may have been,

it don't exactly grab a jury, if you know what I mean.

- You paid me to render an expert opinion,

that's what I did.

- I know, I know, it's just that maybe

it could put Teddy Skaggs in the gas chamber.

- Suborning a little perjury, are we?

- Oh, don't get a bug up your butt, Megan.

We're just in here having a little powwow.

- Well, smoke this in your peace pipe, chief,

I'm gonna nail Teddy Skaggs.

You will not get a confessed cop killer off with some

dog and pony show, E.G.

- Oh, darlin', I just hang my head in shame.

The DA's moving to the mayor's office

and you need a big win to take over his chair.

And you stand here ready to sacrifice my client's life

to further your career.

- And I've read the report, too.

If her opinion changes one iota between now

and the time of the trial, I'll demand judicial review

as well as a full investigation by the bar association.

- Excuse me?

- You're not protected by court room privilege here, honey,

and you're talking your way into a slander suit.

- Well, it's your call, E.G.

But you and your hired gun here are gonna be awfully

busy fighting perjury, subornation, and conspiracy charges.

- Excuse me? - You see,

I'm gonna have you and her --

- Hey, I've never hedged an opinion in my life

and I can't be bought off.

And I can't be scared off, either.

So I'll just leave you two alone.

I Know repressed sexual energy when I see it.

- Dan.

- Lorraine, I have not had a chance to thank

you for this shindig.

- Well, there's nothing too good for our next mayor.

- You don't mind if Lorraine settles an argument for me,

do you, Nick? - Not at all.

- Sure.

- It's a good way to get yourself hurt.

- I'm desperate, I'll try anything.

Give me a chance and I'll bring you the moon in a box,

solve all your problems and make you deliriously happy.

- Look, Nicholas -- - Nick.

- Whatever. If I could afford a romance right now,

you'd be Prince Charming, but I can't.

- Trust me. - In your dreams.

- Okay, well, I'll walk you out anyway.

Thirty minutes with lawyers and I get hives.

- I thought you were a lawyer?

- Only to protect my authors.

Those guys are competition junkies.

- Won't your friend get annoyed?

- Who? Oh, Megan? No, no, we're friends from school.

I'm only here because of you.

I sneaked a peak at the guest list.

- You didn't.

- I did. By the way, do you like Italian food?

- Lorraine?

- Last night, Marsha Corso of Santa Marta was saved

from a mugging and rape attempt, also by a man in black.

Corso identified her assailant as Dwight Spivik, 35.

In a bizarre twist, Spivik, a paroled felon,

was found dead in his apartment this morning,

apparently killed in a furious struggle.

The night manager of the ranch hotel where Spivok

lived may have seen the Killer.

He described the suspect as a slighty built man,

about five feet five inches tall

and wearing a hooded black sweatsuit.

Just two days ago, KAZW news at five

aired the story of an unidentified man

in black who prevented the robbery

of an all-night convenience store.

- He was a little guy.

He mopped up the floor with those punks,

just like Bruce Lee.

- I can't believe it, the Roach is wasted.

I think we got a problem.

- Hey, watch the negative vibes, little brother.

Hey, what's the worst thing that could happen?

- The vigilante could kill us.

- The worst thing is, he shows up one night

while we're doing a job and we cap the fucker.

- Hey, slicks, you want anything done right around here,

you gotta do it yourself.

Can I help you?

- Pete.

- Do I know you?

- Of course, where are my manners?

- You mind?

- Pete, my name's Cutter, but you can call me Eugene.

These are my associates.

You know, it's come to my attention

that you've been running a little chop shop operation

on the side.

- Somebody's been blowing smoke up your ass, pal.

- Now, see, my friend Jeremy here is in the stolen

car business and he knows.

Look, you don't have to be defensive with me, Pete.

We're partners now, part of a growing organization.

Here's how it works:

we run 20 hot cars through your place every week.

You gross 75 grand,

we take 40, and you still make more money

than you ever made in your whole life.

This is Arty One Eye, he's your new bookkeeper.

Arty kept certain union officials out of jail.

He'll treat us right.

Well, if there's no questions...talk to you, Pete.

- Tell you what, Mary Jean, or whatever your name is,

you got me shaking in my goddamn sneakers.

Get this through your pretty little earrings, punk,

I used to live in Chicago.

I've been leaned on by the pros.

- Pete, the name is Eugene.

Would you look at that?

It's a brand new suit, that's blood.

That's not gonna come outta there. Sit him up.

- Screw you.

- You gotta relax, Pete.

We're gonna make a lot of money together.

If you've got a problem with that,

I'm gonna kill your wife and I'm gonna Kill your two boys,

and I'm gonna Kill your dog.

And after you see them die, I'm gonna carve out your eyes.

Asshole.

It's me.

Yeah, yeah, piece of cake. I wanna meet.

Maybe.

It's this vigilante thing on TV.

- I'm sorry about your pants. Please, send me the bill.

- Don't worry about it.

I was planning on dyeing it wine red, anyway.

- The Wisdom of Zhuang Zhou.

The Wisdom of Lao Tzu. The Yoga Mind Projection.

Shaolin Time Travels.

You know, you oughta be careful, because this stuff

could turn your brain to yogurt.

- I happen to publish that stuff.

- It's great, I love this.

- I studied in southeast Asia for six years.

And one day, just for a few moments,

I saw the entire universe.

I mean, the whole thing all at once.

Everything flows, everyone connects.

So I publish that stuff to help other people see

what I saw.

Which reminds me -- - Of the time! You know,

thanks for dinner, it was great,

but I have so much work to do.

I need to be getting home.

- Which reminds me, we have something else in common.

- What do you mean something else?

- Well, we're both students of the mind

and we both studied kung fu.

- Who told you that?

- I happened to see your file on Lorraine's desk

the other day.

- There's personal information in that file, Nicholas.

- I had to. - What?

- You're the most exciting woman l've ever met,

I had to get to know you.

- Well, why didn't you just ask me?

- That's what I'm doing now. Asking you.

Show me your form.

- I'm not exactly dressed for it.

- Take it off.

- Some other year.

- We're supposed to be together, Janna.

You felt it, too, I know you did.

What style did you study? Show me.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- You know, when you said kung fu, I thought

you meant kung fu.

- I studied a couple of hard fist styles.

Tai chi is a meditation, a path to inner peace.

So I guess some people are too practical-minded

to fully grasp the concept.

- I have more inner peace in my little finger --

- Tai Chi is also a fighting style.

Come on, show me.

- Stop, stop.

- Come on. - Stop it.

- Show me. - Stop it. Oh, you wait.

Give me a second.

You asked for it.

- Yeah.

- Step aside, tai chi master.

- Changquan long fist, very impressive.

- Let's see what you can do.

That didn't look like a tai chi kick to me.

Is it hot in here, or is it me?

- It's you.

- Ouch. What's this?

Let's make it last.

- Eugene! Come out, come out, wherever you are.

- Oh, check it out.

- Make way for the marshal, boys.

- Still trying to clean up the new stone, Briggs?

- Just a little street trash.

- I'm a legitimate citizen now.

You know, no need for theatrics, you could have

just walked in and said hello.

- Well, well, well,

looks like a San Quentin alumni meeting.

I presume all you slobs are gainfully employed,

in full compliance with all the terms of your parole?

- Fucking cop.

- Yeah!

- Chill out, chill out.

- Come on, come on, come on, gimme your spiel.

- Sorry, warden, send you back where you belong.

- Briggs! - Hey, hey!

- How long have you been out this time, huh?

- Six months.

Don't, don't. He probably has backup around the corner.

- Backup? Backup?

For this little nest of cockroaches? Huh? Huh?

Come on. Anybody, come on.

- What do you want?

- I want world peace, I wanna win the lottery,

and most of all,

Eugene, I wanna deal with a better class of criminals.

I deserve better. What do I get?

I get street scum.

You notice ever since they put you back on street,

we've had our own little crime wave.

I knew it had to be you, because it was sloppy.

You know, I think it's time you and me had a little talk.

Come on, come on!

- Hey, what're you doing with him?

- Hey, hey, hey. - What're you doing?

- Leave him alone. - Come on.

- I see any heads, I blow 'em off!

- Oh, man. - I told you never to do that!

- Hey.

- Never call me. Never.

Come on, get up.

- This is my neighborhood, girls.

Briggs street.

I hate these things. I'm the only law you gotta worry about.

Accidental discharge, I took care of it.

- Okay.

- Have a nice day.

- You, too.

- We oughta waste that son of a bitch.

- Not here, not yet.

- -- today when mass transit chairman

Rhett Bowen awarded

the contract to extend the Metro into downtown Santa Marta.

In other news, from police headquarters last night,

Tyrell Bishop brought to a total of seven the number

of young men who have confessed to being

the Santa Marta vigilante.

Bishop, 20, told the police...

- Hi, Mr. Young, anything in the news?

- Only you, Tiger Willow. - What, in the paper?

- As to that, I can only guess.

- Sorry.

- Ah, yes, very good, you have met a special man.

Your footsteps are happy,

you are humming to yourself when you came in.

Also, that's a new scent you're wearing.

If I were wrong, you wouldn't be blushing right now.

- I never blush.

- Cheating on a blind man. But your aura confuses me.

You spend passion to buy peace, yet...

you're surrounded by fury.

- Here it is,

prosecution is set to attack new defense expert

in cop Killer trial.

9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

That witch is gonna try to take me apart.

- Janna, I hope you're not planning to do something unwise.

- Story of my life.

- It's the story of everybody's life, my dear.

- See you later.

- Police officials are denying rumors

that a vigilante may be prowling the streets of Santa Marta.

Up next, our own C.C. Landis reports

on the controversial cop killer trial

of Theodore "Teddy" Skaggs.

- And your conclusion, Dr. Dane.

- Mr. Skaggs suffers from borderline personality disorder,

aggravated on the night in question

by organic hallucinosis, directly resulting

from an escalating methamphetamine addiction.

- And in plain English now.

- As a child,

defendant was physically abused, then rejected

by both parents.

Since the age of 14, he suffered delusions of persecution.

During his last prison term,

he became addicted to methamphetamine,

also known as crank or speed.

And on the evening of December 10th,

he experienced hallucinations while injecting himself

with the drug.

- So it's possible then, doctor,

that Teddy Skaggs was hallucinating

when he stabbed Officer Clark.

- Yes, Teddy refuses to tell anyone

what happened that night.

That would explain why he did what he did.

Historically, his behaviors have been

self-destructive but non-violent.

He's usually quite gentle, almost shy.

- Your witness. - Gentle, gentle man.

Dr. Dane, would a gentle man use this to take the life

of a young police officer?

- Your honor, prosecution's assaulting the witness.

- A police officer who wasn't threatening him --

- Order! Order!

- Stop! Jesus, stop!

- Don't... - Hey, buddy, you okay?

- Don't! No, no! No, no...

- Do you feel all right?

- Yes. I was just mentally reviewing my notes

and I've come to a final conclusion that what Teddy saw

in the alley that night wasn't a police officer.

What he saw was his abusive father coming

to beat him again. - Your honor...

- When Teddy stabbed Officer Clark, he thought

he was defending himself against a lifetime of abuse.

- Damn it, your honor, motion to strike.

The defense bought this testimony.

- That's a bald-faced lie. - Enough.

- Don't you dare assume the moral high ground with me.

You know as well as I do that that man was incompetent

to stand trial in the first place.

- Bailiff, remove the jury.

I'll see both counsel in my chambers now.

- Give us a minute alone. He's not going anywhere.

- You just saved my life, didn't you?

- I told the truth.

- Yeah, and the jury heard the truth, so now, of course,

there's gonna be a mistrial.

And even if they try me again,

the next jury already heard what you said on the news.

How did you know?

- I know, that's all.

Just like I know you're one of the animals

that killed my sister and my nephew.

He was only nine years old.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

- Oh, God. Oh, God...

No...

Oh, nobody was supposed to get hurt.

Oh, Jesus, God, that little kid.

I told 'em to stop and they wouldn't.

And I ran, I ran. I never wanted to hurt anybody.

He sent you, didn't he? What does he want from me?

- Who's he, Teddy?

- You know.

- No, I don't know who he is!

- Sweet Jesus, he sent you and you're inside my head.

- Yeah, I'm inside your head.

I'm the worm inside your brain

and if you don't talk to me,

I'm gonna eat my way all the way through and come

out your ear.

Now, who the hell is he?

- The man. The man who runs the organization.

- What organization?

- Us, people like me. Ex-cons.

You know, three strikes you're out.

The man has juice downtown.

And you don't do like he says,

you don't pay up after a job,

he gets you sent back to the joint.

- Who the hell is he, Teddy?! Who tells you what to do?!

- Jesus, he'll kill me.

Eugene, that's all I know.

Eugene, he's the only one who knows who the man is.

It's the truth.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Who let you in here?

- I'll talk to you later.

And if you're not outta here in...now,

I'll have you arrested.

- Adios.

- No, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no!

Please, please, it itches.

- Relax, Teddy. I'm gone.

- Thank you.

- I knew it, you had to go and do it, didn't ya?

- Briggs, he needs a hospital, not a prison.

- This morning, Frank Harris

of the mayor's office

publicly responded to allegations contained

in a letter from the vigilante that was received

at a local TV station yesterday.

The letter pointed to the existence

of a criminal organization made up of ex-convicts

and run by someone within the city government.

Harris said the mayor plans to request

an internal investigation.

- I'm coming for you. All of you.

Come on, turn over that rock.

- What about the car? - Don't worry about it,

the bitch is outta town. - Put 'em on anyway.

- Uh-huh.

I see you.

I know where you are.

- 81 clear, unit 14.

- Watch it, watch it. - Put it down.

- What's that?

- You! - No, you!

- You're dead!

- Oops.

Thanks, Nick, it was fun.

I'd ask you in, but -- - I know, I know,

you gotta get to work.

Maybe I should come in and check the place

out in case your crazy brother-in-law's hanging around.

- They busted the jerk yesterday for assaulting

a police officer.

Besides, Donald isn't exactly the type that would

benefit from one of your pacifist lectures.

- You've changed.

- Hey, you're the one who wanted this.

Maybe you should have stayed away from me.

- Well, that's my problem, don't you see?

I can't stay away from you.

You wanted it, too.

Say it. - Yes.

Nick? Nicholas?

So what's new along the cosmic path?

- Ominous rumblings. Troubling signs.

- Ooh, sounds serious.

- What're you doing?

What have you been doing?

Your job, your profession?

- I'm taking a little time off, do you mind?

- I thought you said you had to work.

- Now, what do you think I've been doing?

- I think you had bruises on your body.

And I happen to know you're in danger.

What were you doing with Dr. Breitenheim last week?

Where'd you go last night?

- I finally get the cops off my doorstep

and now you have to start sticking your nose

in my business.

- If you're in trouble, I'm in trouble. I love you.

- Don't.

- You wanna tell me about these?

- I warned you about spying on me.

- It's wrong, Janna. Whatever you're doing, it's wrong.

- No, you're wrong. Why don't you just get out of my house?

You take your clothes and get out of my life.

- Listen, I don't give a damn

about your problems, all right?

We've got a renegade on the street.

Now, you get your people out there and stop him

before he ruins everything.

If you can't handle it, I'l find somebody else who can.

- I'm telling you it was rigged.

No, no, he said no one followed him.

Look, Eugene, we know what she looks like,

we know what kind of car she drives.

Just let me handle it. All right, all right.

- Something's up, I'll call you back.

- Go check it out.

It's her, fan out!

- This place is on fire, man! - Whoa, get a fire...

- Help him out.

- Got shot! - Over there!

Over there!

- Let's go. - Get up!

- Give me an extinguisher! Somebody!

- Here I come!

- Hey, where's the fire extinguisher, man?

- Get outta here! Go! - Hey, get the --

- Which one is Eugene?

- Eugene ain't here, honey,

but you can talk to me. I'm his brother.

Hey, I'm the one who told him not to leave any witnesses.

Come on, bitch, I'm not afraid of you.

- Back here, bitch. Go to hell.

- Look out -- - Hey, watch it!

- It's gonna blow! - Get out of here, move!

- Jesus.

- Where?

- Woman.

- Woman.

Woman.

You people survived the streets.

You survived the joint. And you let a woman Kick your ass?

And you let my brother die!

- But your problems are over,

‘cause I just got a call from a man

and I know who the bitch is.

And I am personally gonna set things right.

- You sure you don't mind giving me a lift home?

- Don't be silly. Come on, I'm parked over in the lot.

- Boy problems?

- Only when we try to communicate.

- This is serious.

- It's her again.

What's he waiting for?

- Problem solved. I'll drive around to the back door.

Give me a few minutes.

- Hi, Mr. Young.

- Janna, good. I wanna tell you about something.

- I can't now, I have to run.

- Haste makes for sticky rice.

- Huh? - Never mind,

this is important. I have a dream.

- I may have heard this one.

- The same dream for the last three nights.

A hooded figure racing into a deadly storm,

I reach out to stop the figure, I pull back the hood,

and there she's on her way to destruction.

I see -- - Janna!

Janna, we have to talk.

- There's nothing to talk about.

- Don't push me away this time.

Janna?

- No!

Don't try to move.

- It's a little late for that.

- Call the paramedics! - You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

- Janna, I know what you've been doing. I followed you.

I told Nicholas. I wanted to split you up,

but...jealous, I was jealous.

- It's okay, I understand.

- Not him and you, no...

I didn't want him, it was you.

I always loved you.

- No!

- Please, ma'am, you have to move now.

- What...what happened?

- This is on your head.

- What?

- Lorraine told you something about me, didn't she?

And you told your old school pal over there.

- No.

- And then she told DA Dan. He's "the man," isn't he?

- What does that have to do with --

- Give me your keys!

I'll send your car back tomorrow.

- Janna, wait.

- Stay away from me, Nicholas, you just stay away from me.

- Are you all right? What happened?

It's okay, it's okay, you can cry it out.

I'm here to protect you.

If you have leads, come to me.

- She'll be here. I told you, just keep quiet and listen.

If you listen now, maybe you'll hear her coming.

You see, she knows. She knows.

- You know, if everybody had one

of these electronic locator things,

we could cut car theft 90%.

They didn't even have a chance to steal your radio.

- That's amazing, thanks.

- Sorry, we didn't catch the guy,

but at least you got your car back.

That's what counts, right? - You bet, thanks again.

- You left a piece of your bomb under my car.

- Janna, at last.

- That was very sloppy, Eugene.

- You wanna see what you did?

Now, how am I gonna explain this to dear, old mom?

It's my baby brother, you understand?

And he blames me for what happened.

- He should.

- What am I gonna do with you?

- As long as you don't breathe on me, we'll be all set.

- You know what?

I think I'm gonna let the boys play

with you for a few days,

and then I'm gonna strip the flesh from your creamy

thighs one inch at a time.

- Before you die, you're gonna tell me who the man is.

- And all those shrinks,

they thought I was crazy.

Come on, come on.

- Nobody do anything stupid now.

- Briggs! Amazing. For the first time, I'm glad to see you.

- Well, I see you've met Eugene.

Clean. I said do it clean and what do I get?

I get exploding cars, I got the wild world of sports here.

That was sloppy, very sloppy.

- So you're the man. - lam, I am.

- This is 2-Adam-20, over.

- Look what she did to my brother!

- Your brother? Your brother was a big bag of dung

and too dumb to live, anyway. Now, deal with it.

Now, thanks to you, young lady,

the assistant DA has got internal affairs looking

up my backside.

I could have run this scam forever.

- 44135, we got a group of guys

in an old -- - Negative 31,

we found the vehicle, but lost the owner.

- You know what I couldn't figure out?

How you always knew where to show up.

Then I remembered, all those books, the psychic stuff...

that's it, isn't it?

You're a damn psychic.

- Having a few secrets makes a woman more interesting.

- You touched me, you understand?

You really touched me.

We can be dynamite together,

but business is business.

- We're here, shots fired,

requesting backup at 44...

- Janna!

- Keep her here! You, get him.

- You, inside! This is the police!

Drop your weapons and come out with your hands in the air.

- I don't think you're on the guest list, my friend.

Yeah, come on, come on, come on.

Come on, pretty boy, what do you got?

Yeah, come on!

- I repeat, this is the police,

drop your weapons and come out with your hands up.

- Come on, let's go. Let's go, come on.

- You're responsible for all of it. For my sister,

my nephew, Lorraine, and you're a cop.

You're worse than all those other lowlifes.

- Yeah, true scum.

- Son of a bitch!

Are you okay? - Never better.

- You're not bad for a pacifist.

- In Thailand, I used to fight for money.

Muay Thai. Before I knew better.

- You took a bullet for me.

- It wasn't exactly part of the plan.

- There's a fire escape over there, can you make it?

- Sure, why not.

- I guess you do love me.

- Yeah, I can see it all now,

cozy evenings at home in our helmets and Kevlar vests.

- God.

- Tell me, I could use a good laugh.

- Oh, Dan, that was internal affairs.

While they were out there tracking down our renegade

cop, Briggs, right?

They accidentally discovered the identity

of the mysterious

Santa Marta vigilante, Janna Dane.

- No, not the expert witness?

- The one that screwed up my case against Teddy Skaggs.

Oh, I would just love to nail her little buns to the wall.

- But?

- But Santa Marta loves its vigilante

and we happen to be running for office,

so if we were to prosecute,

they'll run us outta town on a rail.

- Pass.

- Oh...

I'll be watching you, Janna Dane.

- You okay? - Yeah, don't worry.

You sure about this? Giving up your career?

- I'm not really giving anything up.

Before my sister died, she asked me to make it stop.

I thought I understood, but Shelly wanted it all to stop.

All the violence, the pain.

You were right. Everything flows, everybody connects.

- Give me a hand with this box?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna try and help some of Dr. Breitenheim's kids

at the university.

I think they need me.

- Other people need you, too.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, really.

Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

- It's you.