All language subtitles for Rockford Files S05E09 Black Mirror.DVDRip.NonHI.en.UNVSL

She's an interesting woman,
and she's fine to look at,

but so are two zillion others.

Must account for the two zillion
happy relationships I see around.

Who is this?

He's gonna bite that pretty
neck of hers and kill her.

Don't, please! Stop it!

What you're going through
is psychological rape.

Oh, Lord.

Don't!

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

MAN: Jim, I leave London, 4:00, arrive
LA, 9:00. I guess that's London time.

Yeah, 4:00 to 9:00 is five minus
12 hours flying. No, plus 12 hours.

Ah, but then there's
the time change.

It's a definite no, Angel. Last time
you borrowed my car, when I got it back

there was no reverse, chili on the
seats, and a different set of tires.

Wrong, wrong. They were the
same tires. I didn't sell your tires.

I suppose you can tell these tires
from any other tires in the world?

I can tell when they don't
have tread! The answer is no.

Hey, look here.

Oh, come on. Rocky's waiting.

This is a pretty
good pigskin, Jimmy.

I've got a nephew who's
got a birthday next week.

Put it back where you found
it. I have to live here, Angel.

Hey, Jimmy, go on out like you
used to do in the exercise yard.

Jim, go on, go deep!

Oh, come on, Angel.

Go deep, a big
one! Go on, Jimmy.

Oh, Angel!

Oh, hey. I'm
awfully sorry, really.

You okay? Hey, I'll live.

Go, Jimmy, Jimmy! Toss it
back. Put the old pill in the box!

Now put it back
where you found it.

Again, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Hey, do you live around here?

Yeah.

My friend and I noticed
that seafood place

back at the Coast
Highway intersection.

He said it might be a good
place for lunch. How is it?

Oh, well, it's a good thing
you asked. It's the worst.

You know, they're always
dodging health code violations.

Are you serious?

Oh, it's the
neighborhood disgrace.

Their lobsters are rumbling with
the rats down there every night.

I think the lobsters are losing.

No, seriously, it is bad, but this
place right over here is very good.

Okay, I'll tell him.
Thanks for the warning.

You're welcome.

Must be nice
living at the beach.

Well, it works out good for me.

I manage to be around
enough in the daytime to enjoy it.

Lucky you. What kind
of work do you do?

I'm a private investigator. My
name's Jim Rockford, by the way.

Megan Dougherty.

Come on, Jimmy!

I just had a thought.

Why don't you go light on lunch,

and then you and I
can have dinner tonight?

Thanks, no. I'm going
to be working tonight.

Tomorrow?

Sorry. I'll be working tomorrow
night, too. I work all the time.

Well, then, there's no point
in you moving to the beach.

It was nice talking
to you, anyway.

Same here. Thanks for asking.

Jimmy, hey.

Oh, good.

Want some coffee?

Yeah, I'll go if
anybody wants some.

Megan really seemed in
top form tonight, didn't she?

If he calls back, you tell him

that coffee table was promised
for Friday, not Saturday.

There won't be anybody
here on Saturday.

Doctor Dougherty.

Yes, Myra?

I just wanted you to know that I thought
it was an awfully good group tonight.

Yes, it was, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Sorry to interrupt. It's okay.

You want the door closed?

Leave it open, okay?

Bye. Bye. Bye-bye.

Any other calls?

Come on, Myra, hurry up.

Thanks.

Okay, all right, all right.
Fine, Doctor. Bye-bye.

Thank you.

These elevators take
forever, don't they?

Stop, please.

Stop it. Don't, please!

Don't, please! Stop it!

Easy, easy, lady, easy. You
just knocked the pail over.

Now, it's okay. It's
okay. I'm the janitor.

There's somebody
following me. He's up there.

Well, I'll have a
look-see. Now, you just...

You just stay right
here. Stay right here.

Who's there? Anybody?

It's okay. You can relax, ma'am.

Whoever it was, they're not
there anymore. They're gone.

The elevator wouldn't come.

Oh, I guess that was
me. I was vacuuming it out.

It's gotta get done
sometime, you know.

Ma'am? Are you all right, ma'am?

Sure you're all right?

Do you mind?

I thought we came to
an understanding about

you reading over my shoulder
when I was 13 and failing algebra.

She's a Ph.D., huh?

It's funny how
good your eyes are,

considering the fact I had
to pick up the dinner tab

because you couldn't
see without your glasses.

Well, I'll bet you she
never flunked her algebra.

Well, ain't you
gonna phone her? No.

Well, why are you looking
in the phone book, then?

Just idle curiosity.

An idle mind is the
devil's workshop.

Am I in a time warp or
something? I don't believe this!

I haven't heard dialogue like
this since I was in short pants.

I'm sorry I ever mentioned
the woman in passing.

You said you was
interested in her.

Just in passing. I said she seemed
to have a good sense of humor.

You mean she laughed
at one of your jokes, huh?

Do you mind if I finish
reading the newspaper, Dad?

Look, with this
Ph.D. and all like that,

it sounds to me like she's the
kind of girl you should call up.

I do not want you making the same
mistake you made with Susie Turley.

Sue Turley? What a mistake.

Sue Turley now weighs 300 pounds

and is good for a
fifth of vodka a day.

Little Susie?

Ah. Well, I think you ought
to call this girl, anyway.

I think I'd like her.

Oh, well, that clinches it.

Why didn't you say so before?

I'll get right on that phone.

You know what I mean, sonny.

Dad, it's no big deal, really.

She shot me down once,
anyway. Said she had to work.

That don't sound to me
like she shot you down.

Yeah, my number
two engine was on fire

and there was smoke
coming out of number four.

Ah! Then you got
your back up, huh?

Listen, sonny, when
your ma first knew me,

she said she would never, never,
never date me, but she come around.

Maybe this little
girl did have to work.

Nah. No, I got the
definite impression

this one didn't need anybody.

Hello?

Hello?

Doctor Dougherty?

Yes.

This is Gortner Building
Management. I'm sorry about the hour,

but as you may have heard,

we're going to be repainting
2121 Wilshire tomorrow.

It'll include the hallway
outside your office,

and we're taking a survey of the tenants
to find out what color they'd prefer.

Who is this?

It's Gortner Building
Management.

Doctor Dougherty?

What's it going to be? What
color should I put down?

Mauve? Sandalwood?
Oh, there's lots of nice ones.

Yeah, hello?

Mr. Rockford? This
is Megan Dougherty.

Remember, we met at the beach?

Why sure, I remember.

I'm sorry to call you
at this time of night,

but I don't know, I...

I think I need a
private investigator.

Excuse me. It's okay.

Mr. Rockford? Yes.

Hi. Come on in.

Thank you.

Thanks again for coming.

I feel kind of silly
asking you to come.

Oh, it's no problem. No problem.

This is a nice apartment.

Thank you.

Can I get you something
to drink? Coffee, anything?

Yeah, well, coffee,
maybe, if it's no trouble.

So then the kicker was
the nature of the call.

I mean, who knows,
maybe it was selected

as something that would
cause me particular pain.

Well, I'm glad
you called tonight

rather than wait till
tomorrow like you wanted to.

You do know what
the obvious question is?

Do I have any enemies?

Mmm-hmm.

It's a weird question to
answer, but no, I don't think so.

Well, do you live alone?

Well, there's Sarah,
the housekeeper.

But she only comes
twice a week and just days.

Well, I tell you what I
think we ought to do.

I think we ought to

take you to the
police department.

I have a friend in the
Hollywood division.

I can't do that, Mr. Rockford.

They'll find out
I'm a psychologist,

and they'll assume the
people I work with are involved.

There's a certain logic
there, wouldn't you agree?

No, I wouldn't.

I work with conflicted people,
depressed people, that's all.

Not psychotics or psychopaths.

Anyway, why would one of my
patients want to do this to me?

Well, I'm not a psychologist,

but isn't one of the surest
ways to get kicked in the teeth

is to try and help somebody out?

Only if you come uninvited, and all
of these people have sought me out.

They're motivated.

And all their motivations are
very clear and uncomplicated?

You're not a psychologist, huh?

All right, all right,
you may have a point.

In some ways, therapy
can be like a battle

waged between the
therapist and the patient.

You're fighting for
hope, trust, optimism,

and, okay, let's
cop to it, control.

Someone might, for
some sick, fearful reason,

choose to fight that
battle in a very scary way.

Just to prove that
you're not so great?

You don't have all the answers?

That I bleed like they do.

Of course, you hope
they already know that.

Anyway, the point is, the police
would want to read my files,

they'd want to listen to
tapes of therapy sessions.

I can't violate
patient confidentiality.

Yeah, well, I understand
that. I really do.

I run into the same
problems in my work,

but this is not
a mild situation.

The criminology term for what you're
going through is psychological rape.

You do understand, don't
you, that if I'm going to help,

I'll need the same disclosure of
information from you that the police would?

Well, I can't. I
can't tell you, either.

Am I missing something here,

like what it is I'm
supposed to do?

I don't know. I mean, I'm
not in the detective business.

I thought maybe you
could suggest something.

I did. Show me your
tapes and your files.

It's really the only
way to do this.

No, I can't share
patient histories with you.

I guess I'll just have to take my
chances. I have no other choice.

How much do I owe
you for the consultation?

It's on the house.

No, I insist. Your
time is valuable.

Well, not to you, because
there's nothing I can do for you.

I did think that maybe you
could check the hallway.

Maybe something fell out of
his pocket or came off his shoe...

Oh, like maybe sand?

Found only in one tiny
coastal town in Argentina?

And I track him
down that way, huh?

I'm sorry, it just
doesn't work that way.

I guess people have
seen too many movies.

Really, how much do I owe you?

Really, nothing.

I'll tell you what. Um...

You could pay for dinner and
I could resubmit my invitation.

No, thank you.

You're angry?

It's not so much with
you, it's more the situation.

If there's anything that
makes me come out of my skin,

it's being boxed in,
having no place to move.

I hate feeling helpless.

I guess I'm just tired.

Thanks again for coming,
Mr. Rockford. I mean it.

Oh, it was my
pleasure, believe me.

But I still think you're angry.

No. I'm not.

But if you think I still am, I
don't know why you would,

but maybe you
feel a little guilty?

I won't charge you for that.

Well, good, 'cause
I have to tell you,

I don't really feel guilty.

I feel so guilty.

I mean, she's defenseless.

There's nothing I can do, not unless
she gives me some place to start.

Sure, it might not even be
one of her patients, but so what?

I gotta start some place,
and she won't let me.

I don't know why
I feel so guilty.

Are you listening, Dennis?

That's a question
for a psychologist.

Oh, well, the old laugh meter is
gonna go right through the roof, huh?

You're going to make the
Ted Mack run-offs, Dennis.

What did I say?

She is a psychologist.

You see, you weren't listening.

I'm listening, but I
also got this speech

for the academy class breakfast.

I'm an administrator
now, Jim, and it's no picnic.

Breakfasts usually aren't,
they're usually in hotels.

And you keep using
unintentional metaphors like that,

your Gettysburg Address is
going to end up in a basket.

Well, you're right. Look at
this, I have this expression,

"Food for thought,"
followed right up by,

"Using our badges as an entrée."

How do you avoid that?

I don't know, Dennis.
How do you figure it, huh?

Business is business,
procedure is procedure.

This thing just keeps
banging around in my head.

Look, she's blind. I mean, I'd probably
have a little of the guilts myself.

But there's nothing you
can do, or me, either.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.
She's blind, but that's not it.

The way I read her, it's almost
like she's not blind, you know.

She's free, she's savvy,
she's independent.

Then it must be something else.

Oh, well, yeah, sure.

She's an interesting woman,
and she's fine to look at,

but so are two zillion others.

Must account for the two zillion
happy relationships I see around.

No, it's odd, Dennis.

She and I just don't sing off
the same page about anything.

You know, I say hello,
she's gonna say goodbye.

I say cat, she's gonna say dog.

Have you ever met
anybody like that before?

Yeah, but frankly, I don't
think you want to hear about it.

Peggy?

Yeah.

Oh, I guess I could ask her
to hire a fulltime bodyguard,

but then that'd break the bank.

I could do it myself
without telling her.

No, that's out of the
question. I'd go broke.

Nothing much to be done here. There's
nothing I can do, not unless she opens up.

And she can't do that. You
know, you gotta admire her for that.

I don't know, Dennis.

I knew there was nothing you
could do when I came over here.

I just wanted an ear.

Last night, I kept
getting burned.

I kept wondering
what she was after.

What does she want from me?

I can see now that's
all she was after.

She knew it was
all cotton candy.

She needed somebody to talk to.

Yeah, I know.

I was just noodling, Dennis.

You, in your official capacity,

you could ask the phone company
to give you the computer record

of all incoming calls to her house,
and then I could take it from there.

I can't do that, Jim.

There's been no call linked
to the overt threat, no profanity.

I'd use up the goodwill
and working relationship

that we need with the telephone
company for real emergencies.

You see, Jim, things
are different now.

I gotta put on my
administrator's hat.

Size fifteen and a half?

Oh, it's very easy to comment
from the bleachers, Jimbo.

Hey, wait a minute, see
how this finish sounds.

"And now we must strive
to continue to do our utmost,

"even as we have strove to
bring credit on the academy."

That's fine. Just fine, Dennis.
I wouldn't change a word.

I said to him, "Mr. Linovitz.

"I know as much about hair chemistry
as any of these other grandstanders,

"and I think I should be the one to go
to the seminar this year in Redlands."

He sent Bruce Oliansky.

The guy couldn't be more fey.

Fey or not fey doesn't have
anything to do with it, does it?

No. Not in the hair business.

The other cutters have
bigger tips than me,

and they have
bigger customer books

so they get sent
to the trade shows.

Maybe that's because
they relate to people,

especially women, more easily.

They allow their good
feelings to come out.

Don't you think you
could do that, too?

Yeah.

Danny, we've learned a lot
about your feelings for your mother,

how you felt that she hated you because
she was away from home so much.

I think maybe it's time to
separate her from other women.

We're not all the same.

Yeah, I guess I
know what you mean.

You've got to do
something for yourself.

Put Linovitz's behind
you. Get another job.

Break this depressive cycle.

Yeah. That's...

That's why I'm real excited
about this whole thing,

about being a handicapper
at the race track.

You see, I know I
could pick up the math,

and I think I'd meet a lot
of neat women at the track.

Behind the big tote board?

No, huh?

The main thing is you've
got to get a job you can enjoy.

Yeah.

And try to get out of your
apartment at night more often.

Yeah, I think I'm
ready to do that.

Yeah, I think maybe a year and
a half in that apartment's enough.

Yeah.

We're going to have to stop now.

Well, I'll see you next
time, Doctor Dougherty.

Danny, we've known each
other for almost two years.

You think you might
try calling me Megan?

I'll try.

Norman?

So, hello, Norman.

So, how are you?

I feel like blowing
my brains out.

Don't you want to talk about it?

What's to talk about? I feel
like blowing my brains out.

That about says it, doesn't it?

"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln,
how'd you like the play?" Right?

Coming over here on the freeway,
there was a guy in a Citroën, cut me off.

If I'd had a shotgun,
I'd have blown his head

clear through his
windshield, I swear.

Who do you want to kill, Norman?

Yourself or everybody else?

What poise. Nothing shakes her.

Always the plucky blind girl.

Please don't call me a girl,

and I certainly don't
feel very plucky.

Norman, I think we should get to

all this hostility you
have toward me.

I don't have any special
hostility toward you.

Please, sit down. I want
you to do an image for me.

Same old crapola.

I want you to imagine
you're an animal, any animal.

A wolf. A big bad wolf.

With real shiny
fur and white teeth.

Kind of a beautiful animal.

Okay. Now I'm an animal.
What kind of animal am I?

A cat.

Very pretty.

Okay.

Now I want you to imagine

that this cat and the wolf are
walking down a road together.

How do they feel? What happens?

Well, they're walking down
the road and everything's cool.

In fact, they're starting to
groove on each other, you know?

I mean, like, the
cat digs the wolf

on account of she knows he'll
go to the mat for her if need be

'cause she's small
and got small bones,

the kind that get broken easily.

But then, like, you know,
the cat sees the wolf has

these fleas and
ticks in his fur,

and she starts chopping him
down and acting all hoi polloi.

And she scratches him.

And then the wolf attacks.

And he takes her in his
teeth, she's screaming.

And he...

He's gonna bite that pretty
neck of hers and kill her

'cause she chopped him down.

But then,

the cat has this
special stinger.

And she stings the
wolf, poisons him.

He dies.

Go on.

Norman, what are you doing?

What do you mean,
what am I doing? I...

I gotta use the head.

What's the matter
with you today?

Norman,

cats don't have stingers.

A little cat
couldn't kill a wolf.

Why do you think I would
even want to do that?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Ow!

Damn it, Sarah.

Oh, Lord.

Who's in here?

You son of a...

This is ridiculous. I know
where these things go.

Why should you be
doing all the work?

Careful, careful.

There's a little
end table right here.

Here, it's kind of heavy.
Where does it go?

Over in that far corner.

The bonsai should be on it.

I was watching you.

It just never occurred to me
he'd be inside your apartment.

I'm glad you called.

I can't thank you
enough for following me.

I had no idea you were there.

It's just about the nicest thing
anybody's ever done for me.

Yeah, well, it's too
bad I gave up the

nomination for president
early this morning.

I don't know what, but I'm going
to do something nice for you.

Megan, you could do
something nice for me right now.

You can start talking
about your patients.

Please don't.

Megan, there comes a point when
there's just too much of a good thing.

This is not something
capricious on my part.

Just stubborn?

It's professional ethics.

Oh, swell.

Look, maybe I help myself,
how many patients do I hurt?

Well, how many
are you gonna hurt

if you're not around to
listen to their troubles?

Nobody told me being a
therapist would be easy.

Did they tell you
it could be fatal?

I don't need to be reminded of
the bleaker aspects of this, okay?

Megan, have you
had occasion recently

to write your name and address
on the inside of a matchbook cover?

None at all.

Well, it does look like a
masculine handwriting.

Megan, look.

If I took this matchbook
cover to a handwriting expert

and he got any kind
of profile out of it,

that profile fit any
of your patients,

would you deign to take me
into your confidence then?

I don't know. I don't
know what to say.

Oh, I'm hungry.

What kind of an idiot gets
hungry at a time like this?

I'm not going to touch that one.

Hilarious.

I sure don't feel like
cooking, I can tell you that.

Well, I could use some food.

I guess we could get it
together, don't you think?

Something simple,
fast. Hamburger, hot dog.

Pack of LifeSavers?

Where the hell are my shoes?

I'll get them.

We agreed on something simple,

not like we were
really going out to eat.

Oh, you weren't
sitting in the car with me

when I circled the block three
times at Hamburger Hogan's

looking for a parking space?

Besides, I got news for you,
this ain't exactly Maxine's.

Cigarette?

No, thanks. I quit.

Naturally.

Let me suggest, if I may,
sir. We have a nice Rubesco.

It goes real good
with veal parmigiana.

Sure, why not?

Not for me, thanks. I'll just have
a mineral water or something.

Oh, I'm sorry, hon.

Our soda supply man, he
missed his delivery today.

We got no carbonated
beverages at all.

Well, how about
some chocolate milk?

You know, anything, just
so long as we don't have to

have a good time
while we're here.

Mmm. I was hungrier
than I thought.

I didn't get lunch today.

Well, you're too busy.
You work all the time.

Is that what's still
climbing your back?

That I turned down your
invitation on the beach?

Do you get this way every
time a woman says no to you?

Just like this.

It is still bothering you.
You should admit it.

Now, listen, I
want it understood,

I'm picking up the tab, okay?

Oh, well, that's fine, but
the tab hasn't arrived yet.

I know that, and you
know what I mean.

Yeah, well, we'll fight it out.

Straight wrestling,
two out of three falls.

Excuse me,

would she like some fresh grated
parmesan cheese with her meal?

Why don't you ask her?

Sight has nothing to do

with making decisions or
having a taste for cheese.

And no, I don't care
for any. Thank you.

None for me, either. Thank you.

More? Mmm-mmm.

Thank you.

I use a whole mix of
psychoanalytical theory in my work,

but psychoimagination
seems to really pay off.

See, it's very revealing.

It cuts through the usual
talk to the subconscious.

People hide from themselves
even when they're not trying.

Yeah, well, you see, the trouble
with me is I've got nothing to hide.

Good.

Why don't we just do
one just to fill time, okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, close your eyes. Relax.

Are your eyes closed?

Yes, already.

All right. Now imagine a
sealed can under the water.

Okay, what's in it?
How do you feel?

Just a regular can?

You tell me.

Yeah, well, that's
it, just a regular can.

Except you put it
under the water.

I put it there? Why?

Well, I don't know.

It's just the image I got.

Okay.

So, tell me more about the can.

It's just a regular can.

Eleven ounces, vegetables
in it, baby peas, maybe.

Baby peas? Why do
you think baby peas?

Well, who knows? I
mean, it's just a regular can.

Just a can of peas,
like the expression,

"Who wants to open
that can of peas?"

What can of peas
don't you want to open?

Cigarette? More
wine? Ashtray? Lamp?

Clean house. What can of
peas don't you want to open?

And what's it got to do with me?

You'll have to come
and get me, Warden.

You'll never take me alive.

You deserve a lot of credit.

Starts out being one of
the worst nights of my life,

and I come home feeling all
relaxed and with a nice buzz.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I mean it.

I've had a wonderful time
under what should have been

the worst of all
possible circumstances.

And I want to thank you.

Hey, I enjoyed it. I really did.

You better give me your keys.

Back to the grim reality.

Oh, maybe not so grim.

The piece of tape I put
on the door is still there.

Okay. You may enter.
The coast is clear.

Here are your keys.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Hey, he's not here. That's
supposed to read as good news.

I know. I'm sorry.

Can I get you something?

Oh, yeah. Coffee, I guess.

Come on, now, Megan.
What's wrong, huh?

It's just that it's taken me
years to get this place together,

to get it to a point where I
could live here independently.

Now the whole thing's shot.

Oh, it's just temporary.

About that handwriting
business. Okay, let's do it.

Oh, hey, that's a
good move, really.

But there is one other thing.

You're gonna have to have somebody
with you while I'm working the case.

Oh, Jim, not a bodyguard.

I can't have some meat
loaf in a double-breasted suit

hanging around my outer office.

My patients will freak.

Well, I think one of
them already has.

Not all bodyguards
are meat loaves.

Don't be cliché, huh? They don't
all wear double-breasted suits.

The guy I have in mind is very
conservative and very discreet.

He will put them in
the hospital if he has to.

Marvelous.

But that's the kind
of game we're in.

Now, you lay low
tomorrow. No work, huh?

And I've got a few
things that I have to do.

I'll call Charlie Martell,
he's the bodyguard.

You go to work the day after.

Okay.

Sorry. I don't usually do that.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Now whatever could
have possessed you?

I guess I should
be more careful.

Oh, yeah.

What?

Oh, I guess it's Mr. Engel
coming home smashed again.

I didn't hear a thing.

Well, blind people depend on their
other senses, so they develop them.

Oh, yeah? Which senses?

Take your pick.

Mmm.

That's how come I'm
late. I'm sorry, too, Doctor.

It's okay, Mr. Martell. I just
wonder if you could step on it a little.

My first patient is at 9:00.

You got it, Doctor.

The thing is, see, when
I saw Eddie come on

during the TV
commercial last night,

saying they had a special
on double-breasted suits,

I just had to get down
there and pick up on the sale.

They're all I wear. You can't find
them in my size like you used to.

How come that is, I wonder.

You know, Charles Martell isn't my
real name. No, I'm born Leonard Curto.

I seen the name Charles
Martell on a bottle of booze.

It had a hand holding a hammer.

It said, "Charles
Martel, the Hammer!"

I figured that was a good nom
de plume for my line of work.

You know what I mean? Bodyguard?

It's a cognac, right?

Charles Martel was
the king of France.

Yeah, no kidding?

It was an expensive booze, I
remember that 'cause I didn't buy it.

I'm a bourbon and
soda man, myself.

Really?

King of France, huh?

Like with that powdered wig?

Hey, Doctor, look.

Usually I don't got a
nonstop mouth like this.

Usually I'm a very tacit guy.

Yeah, the only reason I'm
spewing off this way is, well,

I ain't ever been with
a psychologist before.

I hear they can tell all
kinds of things about you.

It kind of makes me nervous.

Only when the meter's
running. Don't worry.

Believe me, Mr. Martell,
I'm not going to find

some deep secrets or
hidden urges. You can relax.

Hey, I bet I know what
your favorite music is.

Stevie Wonder.

Oh, boy, is it a beautiful day.

You know something, you give
me mishegaas to work with here.

I know, Myron. I'm not
asking for a roomful of data.

You know, any indication of
personality would be a big help.

They all think it's so easy.

Listen, with this little handwriting,
I cannot warranty the results.

I cannot stand behind it.
Thumbnail is what we're into here.

All right, all right already.

You'll have to sign a
release to that effect.

National Detection Services
cannot be held responsible

for any damages resulting from

an inaccurate
graphoanalysis in this case.

Okay. Come on,
Myron, you're the best.

I trust you. That's
why I came to see you.

Hey, you run into any of
the old gang from Quentin?

Let's see, who'd I see?

Yeah, I saw Tommy
Marchetti's sister at the mall

couple of weeks
ago, matter of fact.

Good old Marchetti. I tell you,

that guy could make me
laugh just walking into a room.

How's he doing?

He's dead. Heart. 44 years
old. Can you believe it?

Live for today, I say.

Oh, boy, Angel's really
going to be upset to hear that.

I mean, he's crazy
about Marchetti.

He should worry.
He's still alive.

It just goes to prove my point.

What point?

Only the good die young.

Catch as catch can, I say.

I saw Bob Metaxa, oh, about
six months ago, maybe more.

He said he's thinking
about getting married.

I ran into him Labor Day.

He's not a well man,
either. It's another sad story.

Oh, no. Is it serious?

They took out half his
stomach. You should see him.

Remember how robust?
Like Hamlet's ghost, he looks.

About the analysis, Myron.

I gotta get out of here before
I choke myself laughing.

We work, we toil. What for?

You struggle to become
a private detective,

I spend those years in prison

studying for a new
career here. What for?

Your time comes and
it's goodbye Charlie.

I hope we're speaking figuratively
and not about Charlie Budreau.

He was one of my best
friends on the inside.

Him, I don't know about.
God willing, he's okay.

How about the handwriting
analysis, Myron?

Are we about to see the
light at the end of the tunnel?

I cannot stand behind this.

I can make no
guarantees here. All right.

Remembering now,
this is subject to question.

We're a little lucky, he
used a number two pencil.

You got your deep
hard strokes here.

This is a man with a
strong, vivid personality,

reacts deeply
and strongly to life.

See your M's and your
N's here, these little points.

He's probably very intelligent.

Probably?

My son should be so smart.

These loops on the O's and
the A's, the closed parts of the G.

I would say, in general,

we're talking about a
very defensive person here,

smart, feels the world
owes him a living, maybe.

Some deep emotional
scars and conflicts.

He could lie like a rug, this
one, then go off jaunty-jolly.

He could do anything. He
has little love for his fellow man,

i.e. the rest of us.

How he got this way, I don't
know, and I could care less.

He's very intelligent,
though, very intelligent.

This and his lack of remorse,

I would say he'd make a
great con man or worse.

That's it?

I cannot stand behind it.

Oh, also, I would say
he's somewhat depressed.

Look, these days, who isn't?

I wasn't.

Okay, pal, get
away from that door.

Hey, hey, you don't understand.

Relax, creepo, and this'll go
smoother than banana daiquiris.

Get skitzy and you own 12 weeks
in the hospital, that's a guarantee.

Out in the hall, come on.

Bye, Bonny. I'll see you
at group on Tuesday?

Okay.

Are you all right, Megan?

I mean, I know you're not
supposed to ask a shrink,

but you seem...

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm not
having one of my better weeks.

Thanks for asking.

Well, who do you tell?

I mean, who do you go to
when you get depressed like I do?

Lonely, scared?

Bye, Bonny. I'll
see you next week.

All right.

Mr. Martell?

Oh, no.

Dr. Phil Costello,
wanted in CCU stat.

Dr. Costello, CCU stat.

Emergency in three,
emergency in three.

I know the doctor
said it's bad, and it is,

but Charlie, he's built
like the Graf Spee.

This is not the first
time he's been cut up.

Also, Megan, this is in no
way your fault, you know.

I mean, it doesn't
make much sense to us,

but this kind of stuff is
Charlie's chosen business.

He was paid, he figured the risks,
he took them. He's a professional.

Right. Us professionals. We
all know how much that means.

Well, it ain't chopped liver.

Jim, my professional ethics cost
him his spleen, heart stoppage,

and possible brain damage.

Well.

Well, I just got the swell news.

The Martell Show has been
closed until further notice.

I won't even be
able to talk to him.

Megan Dougherty, that
burst of police compassion

was delivered by
Lieutenant Dennis Becker,

my good friend and
actually a very sweet person

when he's not under so much
pressure, and Officer Billings.

Doctor.

How do you do?

Hello. I'm sorry. Disappointed,
you know. I was hoping that

Martell could identify
the man that attacked him

and we'd be able
to nail this guy

who's been giving
you such a rotten time.

Now it looks like Martell
may never be able to...

Coffee anybody? Megan?

Doctor Dougherty, I guess you
know what this assault means.

A felony has been committed,
the stakes are higher now.

So I'm strongly urging

that you provide us with
information on your patients.

I know what you're
saying, Lieutenant. I...

Do I take this as an
assent, an agreement?

No. She has professional
responsibilities she can't compromise.

Hey, excuse me?
Am I hearing this right?

Two days you been calling me,
carping to me about her attitude.

Now you do a complete 180?

Well, you want to call me
and carp about her attitude,

I'd be very understanding.

But I've been giving
it some thought,

and I think there's
a better way to go.

Lieutenant, I don't even think
your way would be effective.

In the first place, I find it hard
to believe it is one of my patients.

I don't deal with psychotics
in my kind of clinical setting.

That's far from guarantee.

Right. So if it is
one of my patients,

then obviously I've misread him.

I wouldn't know where to begin

to share the information with
you since mine's pretty bad.

You don't understand, Doctor.

It's not really sharing.

You give us the whole list

and first we see if anybody
has a record for this kind of thing.

That way we could
move this way or that.

No, I couldn't allow that.

Look, so what if somebody
does have a police record?

That doesn't prove anything.

In the meantime,

you'll be prying into the
lives of all of my patients,

people who come
to me in confidence.

If Megan were a
booking agent for bands,

you wouldn't be asking
for a list of her clients.

You are discriminating
against these people

merely because they
have psychiatric problems.

He's right, that's true.

Come on, fellas.
It's limping badly.

Yeah, all right, Dennis, all
right. I'll make a deal with you.

Just give me one day. That's it.

I have a handwriting
profile. I'll run it by Megan,

and if the profile fits
one or two of her patients

or someone she knows,

maybe she'll tell me and I'll
investigate very discreetly.

Doctor?

Okay. I'd agree to that.

I'd discuss one or two of my
patients in that sort of limited way

with only one
person, if the profile fit.

Then I'll investigate.

Hey, Dennis, if one of them
happens to be really rank,

I'll turn it right back to you.

Boy, I don't know. The
brass, if they knew about this...

Look at it this way,
Lieutenant, it's only a day,

and maybe it'll never come up.

Maybe Martell will regain
consciousness and describe this fella

to Doctor Dougherty
here and that's it.

We go and throw
the cuffs on him.

True, we could get
lucky with Martell.

Fellas. Listen, I
had this cousin with

this brain damage and all that.

A week later he's
walking around just fine.

Doctors just try to
prepare you for the worst.

Yeah, fellas.

If Charlie makes it,
that's great, you know,

but he will not be identifying
anyone for Doctor Dougherty.

Yes, we were thinking,
you know, sometimes it...

It's all right. Believe me,
it happens all the time.

So what do you
think, Lieutenant?

Well, you got one day,
Jimbo. Just one day.

It's nice to meet you, Doctor.

Billings, may I have a word
with you? Now listen to me.

Billings, can't you ever learn
to keep your mouth shut?

Nurse St. Clair,
report to x-ray.

Well, for everything under heaven
there is a purpose, even guilt.

Listen, you just helped me out
of one of the biggest jams ever.

I can't believe
what you just did.

Henry Clay, the
Great Compromiser.

No. You make deals,
you don't compromise.

You don't compromise anything.

You okay?

Yeah.

No.

Just tired, sad.

Oh, no, I've seen you tired and
sad before. This is something else.

Come on, what is it? Here.

It's stupid.

Well, let me be
the judge of that.

Well, there's nothing that can be
done about it, so it's a waste of time.

It's just that...

I used to have this convertible
when I was in college.

And when things got
too nervous-making,

and when I felt really
wired or depressed,

I'd take that car
out on the interstate

and I'd put it to the floor.

Turn the rock 'n' roll way up.

The wind would be knocking
the hell out of my hair,

and it felt great.

There was no walls.

Walls?

You see, if you're
blind, walls are it,

they're the world.

They're your enemy
and your friend.

So you've gotta be careful
of them. You hit into them,

you never quite
know where they are.

But if they're not
there, if you can't

mentally place yourself in
relation to some wall somewhere,

if you can't touch one sometime,

it's like you're
standing on this

endless plane

and it's all gray.

Boy,

riding in that car,

no walls.

Your cousin would die if he
could hear you doing this to his car.

Oh, forget my cousin.

He does it to it all the time.

He's done a few
things to me in his day.

Point is, it's yours
till you say when.

Well, is that close
enough to the original?

Or shall we go back
and start all over again?

Is that a yes or a no?

Answer quick
'cause I can't breathe.

And I...

I know it's a little odd, but
we didn't have any lunch,

do you realize that?

Would you like to go
get something to eat?

Anything you say.

All right, and then we
can get back to business.

We can look over
Katzin's handwriting profile

and see if it fits any
of your patients, huh?

Anything you say.

Oh, well, in that case, we'll just
do this for a few more minutes,

and then we'll get
something to eat.

And? Hmm?

You were talking about Jimmy.

Oh, I was just saying what a good living
he makes at being a detective, you know.

I can't knock it that
way, the job, I mean.

There is one thing, though. I
wish he'd have some children.

I wouldn't mind
being a grandfather.

Well, what do you want
to do this afternoon, huh?

Do? I thought you
were going fishing?

Oh, I go fishing all the time.

That's all I do
do is go fishing.

Yeah, but Jimmy said

there was some big Cove
championship out on the pier

you were really
looking forward to.

Oh, I win that all the
time, too. Every year.

I've won that so many times
that it's getting boring to me.

The same old
talk, same old fish.

Mr. Rockford.

Huh?

I'll be okay here by myself.

Oh, heck, I know you
will, I know you will.

No, really. I will. I mean it.

Say, say, maybe
you'd like to come out

on the pier fishing with me to
keep me company. We could...

We could talk. We could
talk about old Jimmy, huh?

No. I might go out and
get some sun later on,

but I've got some work to do.

You've shown me around.
I can take it from here.

Well, I know you can.

You know, if I'm going to
be staying here for a while,

it's better if I get used
to it on my own. Honest.

Please, go fishing
like you want to.

All right.

If I break anything,
I'll pay for it.

Oh, I wasn't
meaning that at all. I...

You're joking me, aren't you?

Yeah, you got a sense of
humor like old Jimmy's, peculiar.

You know, you and
Jim are a lot alike.

Thank you. That's flattering.

I mean it.

I'll be fine.

I'm sure you will.

Mr. Rockford.

Huh?

Thanks for showing me around.

It was my pleasure.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Hi. I'm Sammy Seal,
and you kids are gonna flip

when you see the neat frogman
offer inside each family-sized box

of Nature's Children whole
wheat and grain cereal.

Hold it, el teléfono.

It's "the neat demolition
frogman offer."

Do we need that? Demolition
with Nature's Children?

I'm having trouble making the
transition. I can't find a motivation.

How's the 250 for the
day for motivation, huh?

Now can we go?
Please? Roll tape.

Hi, I'm Sammy Seal,
and you kids are gonna flip

when you see the neat
demolition frogman offer

inside each family-sized box

of Nature's Children whole
wheat and grain cereal.

They swim just
like real frogmen.

Powered by baking soda,
add your own Pacific Ocean

and great... Hold it. Cut. Cut.

All right. All right, we are
privileged to have with us today

a shop steward
from the Actors Guild

on an unannounced spot check.

Now he informs me
that it is lunch time

and we are into a meal penalty.

Now, you gonna hold us to that?

Oh, surely you jest.

Lunch. Everybody back at 1:00.

Hey. I never heard of these spot
checks before, but I applaud it.

I mean, these
arrogant sons of...

Hey, I'm not really
with the guild.

That was just my little joke.

Well, I don't know what your
game is, sport, but I'll leave you to it.

I gotta call my agent. He's
got a solid part for me...

Yeah, well, I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do, Roger,

I'm gonna make it easy for you.

I'm gonna make it very, very
reasonable for you to buy my silence.

Huh?

Yeah, well, you see, the thing is
that I was in the medical arts building.

I was coming out
of my dentist's office

and I saw you running
like a rat in training

out of that head doctor's
office across the hall.

Right when that guy got stabbed
in there. I got your license number.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

Ah, but you know about it.

Look, my appointment with
Doctor Dougherty was at 2:00.

When I got there, there
were cops all over the place,

and whoever it was that
stabbed that guy was gone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Look, tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna make a deal
with you. Fifty bucks, huh?

I mean, these dental
bills are eating me alive,

and if I can just make
it through tomorrow's

filling, you know,
I'm a happy man.

Forty bucks. Hey, come
on, 40 bucks, it's nothing.

I mean, you spend
that much on a haircut.

Take a hike. I was not there.

You don't get penny one from me.

Think about it.
Think about it, Roger.

Look, Jerome,

I do not understand this because I
was not there physically on that floor.

In fact, I was in the coffee
shop downstairs having lunch

before my appointment
when all that happened.

Forty dollars against
four-to-seven in Folsom.

It seems like a false
economy, but, hey, it's your life.

Uh-uh. You are totally wrong.

I was having a BLT. The
waitress will remember.

In fact, she'll remember
because as I was eating,

I remarked about
this guy that went by,

told her what a road
apple the guy was,

and she laughed at what I said.

Yeah, what guy?

Some guy I know. Another
of Doctor Dougherty's patients.

He used to be in a group with
some of us, but he couldn't hack it.

She's got him in private
therapy now. His name's...

Danny Green? Boy,
that just doesn't fit.

Yeah, well, why doesn't it fit?

Well, he's the last person I'd have
picked to be behind something like that.

He's a depressed, meek
man with a low self-image.

Nothing really special.
He's chronically unemployed,

has difficulty relating to
women, feels intimidated,

problems with his
mother that go way back.

When's his appointment?

Oh, Mondays, 3:00.

Then he had no reason to
be in the building, and he was.

Yeah, but I just couldn't have
assessed Danny so wrong

after a year and
a half of therapy.

Well, maybe you did.

It's okay. You're allowed three
mistakes in any one career.

Uh-oh.

I guess we just hit on the
one subject that isn't funny.

Can you get me
Danny Green's address?

Oh, man, I hate this.

I'll go easy. He'll never
know he's being investigated.

Oh.

I'll talk to my accountant.

He can get it from Danny's
checks. That's how he pays.

Mr. Green?

Mr. Green?

What are you doing?

Oh, Jack Tetuska?

That's right.

Oh, I'm sorry. I knocked
on the door there,

and the door just swung
on open, so I came in.

Yeah, I was in the laundry
room. What do you want?

Oh, James Sloan, IRS. I
was looking for Daniel Green.

There's no one
here by that name.

Really?

Well, now, our records
show there's a Daniel Green

living at this address. It's...

Yeah. 11558, Riverside
Drive, Apartment 105.

Believe it or not, it's
good news this time.

Yeah, you see, our computer
made an error in Mr. Green's favor.

Yeah, he could qualify
for a sizeable refund

if the answers to a few simple
questions check out, you know.

Hmm. Well, I don't
understand this mix-up.

I've lived here for
two years, alone.

Really?

Well, is there a Green
elsewhere in the building?

No, there isn't.

I'm telling you, our computer,
looks like it's in a lot of trouble.

Yeah. Hey, I'm really
sorry I bothered you.

Hostile, suspicious, defensive.

Well, it doesn't sound like the
Danny Green I know, not at all.

I had the strangest
feeling. It was oppressive.

Well, hopefully we'll
know in a few minutes

if we're getting two
nuts for the price of one.

Another one? Another what?

Oh, beer. Here. Sorry.

It's okay. Yeah.

Well? You ready to
earn your 20 bucks?

Can I have a confab with
you for a minute in here?

Yeah. Oh, excuse me, honey.

Mmm-hmm.

All right, what's the problem?
It's a simple phone call.

I'd do it myself, but
he'd recognize my voice.

What's the real deal here?

Who are the big fish
that are about to be fried?

What are you babbling about?

Well, I just got here,
but you know old Angel,

I can always smell
the grand green.

You can start by telling little
Margarite she can drop the blind act.

I ain't gonna snitch on her.

What is the matter
with you? She is blind.

She had an accident 10
years ago. Now you get back...

Jimmy, Jimmy.

I know the moves, I
know how it's done, son.

I did two months as Blind Lemon
Martin on Market Street up in Frisco,

Dobro guitar and
a harmonica rack.

Sad, like in miserable.

You know how bad I play,

but I did 1,500 bucks
worth of quarters in a month.

The sympathy factor.

If we could see a pictorial
representation of your mind,

it would look like a fire
drill in a state asylum.

Yeah, well, anyway, I
know she's a classy lady,

got a body by
Pininfarina and all that,

and it ain't no low
grade scam like mine.

So what is it? Does
she front for any charity?

Goes around to all
these big corporations

and you come along as
the packager of the telethon.

I love it! Love it! Yeah!
Let me in on it, Jimmy.

I could be the research
doctor. I'll take a painless 2%.

You'll get in for
what I give you.

Now get in there.

Sit in that chair
right over there.

Is everything okay, Jimmy?

Oh, yeah, just a little
conference with the lemon here.

There's the phone,
there's the number.

Here, Megan. You
can use this phone.

I'll use the one in the
bedroom. Here. There you are.

Now hold this.

Go ahead.

Hello? Mr. Tetuska?

That's right.

Hi. I'm Earl Wangram,

and I'm the new bookkeeper

for the Windrift Condominium
Owners Association.

And I'm looking over the
last two months' ledger here

and I see that your
account is in arrears.

I sent that thing
in on the 30th.

It's one of the
first bills I pay!

Oh, well, I don't know
how to explain that.

Yeah, well, that's your problem,

and I'll tell you
something else.

The association should
think less about the dues

and more about the
condition of this place.

I nearly got electrocuted
in the sauna this morning.

You ought to get somebody
down here to fix that.

I'll see what I can...

Hello? Are you there?

Hello? Hello? Hey,
are you still there?

Hello?

Hi, Rocky. Well?

It's his voice.
It's Danny Green.

Hey, what's going
on here, anyway?

Look, if this is right, and
I'm not convinced it is,

it'd mean a major
error in my diagnosis.

It'd mean Danny Green's
a multiple personality.

You mean a split? Schizo?

No. It's something
else. It's much rarer.

It's two distinct personalities.

Two distinct people in one body.

Green and Tetuska
are separate entities?

I've heard of that
kind of thing before.

Who is Tetuska?

This is awful. It's
a very serious,

very deep-seated
personality disturbance.

It'd put Danny in a whole other
category, a very poor, sick man.

The thing that first alarmed
me was the condo he's living in.

That's good for at
least $1,000 a month.

What do you mean?

Well, it's the way he
earns it that's important.

I didn't want to tell you
this until we were positive

that your Danny Green and Tetuska
were one and the same person.

But the name J. Tetuska
rang a bell with me,

and his demeanor
sold me even more.

So I did a little research
and refreshed my memory.

Jimmy, what about the
money for the phone?

J. Tetuska is Jack Tetuska.

He's a kind of shadowy
underworld figure.

Jackie Tetuska. I know him.

He's a paid assassin, a
professional contract killer.

What?

Do you remember, about a month
ago, the papers carried a story

about a gangland murder
of a lawyer named Mishkin?

You remember that?

Well, the police had
linked Tetuska to that hit.

The fact is they brought him in for
questioning and then released him.

Now Mishkin's girlfriend is
an eyewitness to that killing

and can supposedly pin Tetuska.

But she went into hiding, the
police had a sweep out for her.

Danny Green? A
professional killer?

Oh, come on, this
can't be happening.

I'm sorry, honey, but it is.

Well, Angel, you must remember
something about the Mishkin hit.

Understand something,
Doctor Dougherty,

even though I'm the
police psychologist,

I'll be in there mostly to observe
while Tetuska is questioned.

The man is your patient.
You should carry the ball.

Yeah, well, feel free to jump
in anytime, Doctor Rainier.

I'm not terribly familiar
with multiple personalities.

Who is?

There haven't been that
many cases documented.

I know. That's one reason I'm
so dubious about the whole thing.

Well, I'm not really
dubious, just...

Oh, there. Great. Finally
someone isn't dubious.

You see, Doctor Rainier, I've been
hearing dubious from her all day.

Jim, he's my patient.

I've seen him in a therapeutic
setting for almost a year and a half.

He was with me in the clinic before
I opened up my private practice.

Now, if you think I'm
going to jump out of my seat

over something as unlikely
as a multiple personality...

Well, I don't hear
any other explanation

for one patient with two
completely different shtick...

Layman's terms, I'm sorry.

Well, there have been some
famous cases documented.

Three Faces of Eve, that
was based on an actual case.

And, of course, Sybil, there
you had 12 different personalities.

Excuse me, Lieutenant's
waiting for you.

Well, you ready?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Well, let's go.

Mr. Tetuska, this
is Doctor Rainier.

Mr. Rockford I believe you met.

Doctor Dougherty, well, perhaps
you've met her, that's not for me to say.

Hello, Mr. Tetuska.

Am I under arrest here
for something or what?

If I'm not, say so, I'm gone.

No, you're not under
arrest, and you know it.

I'm a little confused, 'cause
it was made clear to me

that if I didn't come
down here today,

my life could get
very complicated.

He's talking about the threat of
harassment, Lieutenant, and I concur.

Now, he's agreed to cooperate.

That's nice, but so
far, he hasn't started.

Well, what do you
want me to do? I'm here.

I don't understand
it, but I'm here.

Now, either light up
or leave me alone.

Mr. Tetuska, do you remember me?

No.

I met you through Danny
Green. It was about two years ago.

Green, again. I don't
know no Danny Green.

I know a guy from the IRS,
though. Sloan was his name.

He broke into my apartment,

except, I guess, the
police don't care about that.

What do you know about the
stabbing of Charles Martell?

Who?

Where were you this past Tuesday
between the hours of 12:00 and 1:30?

I was having lunch. I had
peaches and cottage cheese.

That couldn't have taken
too long. Then what?

I ate the peaches.

I felt a little cooped up, so I
went down to Temescal Park.

I laid out in the grass,
caught a few rays.

And then?

Took a nap. Yeah, I
Z'ed out down there.

What time did you wake up?

About 6:00.

That's a long nap.
Where did you wake up?

Where do you think I woke up?

You think I fell
asleep on the 92 bus?

I woke up in Temescal
Park. I woke up on...

Maybe you woke
up somewhere else?

What is this? What do
they want from me, Mort?

What are you
gonna do about this?

I suggest we leave.
You have that option.

How did you feel
when you woke up?

Who remembers? Let's go, Mort.

I don't know anything about
the stabbing of this whoever.

Yeah, right, and two weeks ago

you didn't know anything about
the shooting of Barry Allan Mishkin.

Always a lot of talking.
Never any filing of charges.

Oh, we're gonna
file on that, Jack.

Your contacts have
probably told you

that the FBI has a
line on Mishkin's girl,

and when they pick her up,

they're going to
put her at the scene

and she's going to
testify that you killed him.

Find the girl, then talk to me.

Mr. Tetuska, how's
Mickey Miller?

Have you heard
from him recently?

Who?

It's a little boy I know. I know him
through my friend, Danny Green.

They both lived on
Avenue B in New York

when they were
four, five years old.

I thought you might
know Mickey Miller, too.

No. No, I don't think so.

My friend Danny Green was
very fond of Mickey Miller.

They were best friends.

Yeah. I know what you're
thinking, but I don't have one.

One what?

A brain tumor.

You're trying to make me
like I have a brain tumor,

that there's something very
sick in my brain, but you're wrong.

I'm not implying you
have a brain tumor.

That's not what I meant at all.

Yes, you are. That's what you
all think, that I have a brain tumor.

I read up on them.

Okay, I get fainting spells,

I black out from time to time.

You wake up, you don't
know where you are?

You don't know
where you've been?

It only happens
from time to time.

It only happens once in a while.

It's... It's
nutrition, that's all.

It's my diet.

But I do not have a brain
tumor, and I am not a mental.

I may be a lot of things,
but I am not crazy!

I know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to discredit
me with my business contacts.

You're trying to make my
associates think that I'm sick,

that I've lost my mind.

But it won't work,
because I am sane.

You better believe I am sane!

Let's go, Mort. I don't
have to stand for this.

Wow.

A true multiple personality.

I'd have to agree with that.

He knows nothing of Danny Green

or what Danny's been
doing to Doctor Dougherty.

You could see the disorientation
the questioning caused.

I just wish we could've
convinced him to stay a little longer.

Yeah, like seven to ten years.

Okay, he didn't crack. Where
does that leave Megan, Dennis?

Is it true? Is the FBI closing
in on Mishkin's girlfriend?

Is Tetuska gonna be out of
circulation because of that?

The FBI feels like
they have a solid line.

When is that arrest
gonna happen?

Well, there's no guarantee of anything,
but I spoke to Brian Tillis at the FBI,

and he tells me
two or three days,

they'll turn Mishkin's girl.

Two or three days?

Yeah, well, I know right
now it seems like a long time.

So, it's third. Still goal
to goal on the nine.

Ow.

Hey, could you use
a little help in there?

Bottle of wine
in the refrigerator

if you wouldn't mind opening it.

Sure.

You could say something about
the smoking. I know you're dying to.

Yeah, but I didn't.

You want me to go
put on my boxing gloves

or you just wanna keep
working on the heavy bag?

Look, I'll get
right to it, Megan.

I haven't been watching
the game in there.

I've been thinking,
and I'm not sure I buy it,

the multiple personality thing.

What?

Well, I may be wrong,

but I'll pose the same question
to you that I posed to myself, huh?

Now let's just suppose that
you're a professional killer,

cunning, deadly,
tops in your field.

You're a total professional.

Another one of us.

Yeah, that's right,
another one of us.

Now, let's also say that
you're extremely intelligent,

which, by the way, he is.

So you know that no
matter how careful you are,

how good you are,
how thorough you are,

that one of these days, one of
your jobs is gonna backfire on you.

You're gonna make a
mistake just like everybody else.

Just like me, for example.

I thought Danny was just
depressed and neurotic.

Yeah, well, let's
hold the sarcasm

till I finish talking, huh?

Now that you realize
you can make a mistake,

what you need is
a fallback cop out,

and that's a plea that you can
pull out of your sleeve anytime

just to cover the
worst catastrophe.

Talking about the
Mishkin killing?

Right. Right.

Murder one, dead to rights,
with no chance of acquittal

if they find that eyewitness.

So, what is a surefire
parachute, huh?

Not guilty by reason of
insanity. So what do you do?

You think and you ponder,
and you think and you ponder

and you come up with a plan

that is so foolproof,
it makes you laugh.

You devise a second
personality and visit a shrink.

You make it real,
you make it good,

but you're there every week.

It's an hour for 50 bucks.
That's cheap insurance.

You gonna open up this
wine some time tonight?

Look, you create a
whole new life for this guy,

a whole set of symptoms for him,

and then when you need it,

you discreetly lead the police

to the existence
of this other guy.

Then when the cops
confront you with it,

you say, "Oh, my goodness,
I'm so confused, I must be crazy."

For the love of...

Hey, it's absolutely
foolproof, Megan.

You have invested
years as Danny Green.

Your shrink is
gonna testify for you.

It's a great scam.

You're gonna hook three
out of four court psychiatrists

and four out of four juries.

Instead of death row,

you're gonna get a trip
to the lollipop factory.

And if you pull off a miracle
cure, you're out in six months.

Now, come on, is it
possible, psychologically?

Yes and no.

A true pathological
personality with no remorse

might be able to lie
well enough to bring it off.

Pathological liars have
done incredible things. But...

Well, who is more the
pathological personality

than a paid killer?

Yeah, I can't believe this.

All day you were harping about
his being a multiple personality.

I disagreed.

Now, I and another
trained psychologist

consider him a
multiple personality,

and you, all of a sudden,
you've changed your mind.

Look, if he is doing
what you're saying,

we would've seen some
indication of it today.

Why would he wait?

What your whole
problem is with this thing

is you have never worked a con.

You see, in a con

you just don't dump out all
the information for the mark.

You make him come and get it

while you look like you're
holding something back.

That way the mark
does all the work.

He thinks he's the smart
one. That's when he's hooked.

So what you're telling
me is I've been had.

Not once, but twice.

Megan, that is the absolute
least of your problems right now.

Problem number one is Tetuska.

He's gonna let his con unfold
with seeming naturalness,

just the way it started.

He's gonna come at you in a
burst of fury as Danny Green,

and he's gonna let
the police catch him

and then do the old,
"Where am I?" bit.

Any court in the country will
stamp him as a ranking banana

and send him off
on a valium holiday.

That will be the end
of his Mishkin problem.

I don't accept it.

Well, that's nice. Now you've
got a bigger mess to clean up.

You'll have to do it.

Like hell.

Look, you wanted me, you
got me. This is the reality.

Knocking over dishes,
banging into furniture,

victim to just about everything.

All right, honey.

Don't!

How do you like it?
It's a whole other look.

And you better get used to it if
you want to stick around here,

because this is reality.

Enough anger to kill, and
it never goes away! Ever!

Is this some kind of
ugly secret, Megan,

that you're an
angry person, huh?

Hey, come on, you've
been through more

than most people
could ever handle.

You're allowed.

Don't you pull that stuff on me.

Stuff? Oh, boy, that is
rich coming from you.

Look, honey, you're
scared out of your head,

and you got a right to be.

That's why you're
acting this way.

I told you, don't play
psychologist with me.

I'm not playing,
honey, not at this point.

You're scared to death,

and you've got your pride
all mixed up in the thing, too.

This compensation thing you
have about having to be perfect.

What is this, some kind of
a sick joke? Me? Perfect?

Look, the big debate
around here every morning is

whether to get up
just one more day.

But you do, and then you do
even more, much more than most.

I'm sorry, I just
don't understand.

I don't understand why
that's not good enough for you.

Well, finally, we've
discovered some facet

of human behavior
you don't understand.

How are you gonna
deal with him, Megan?

He's my patient.
He's seriously ill.

I'll get through to him.

It's my job.

You're wrong.

Would you please go?

Sorry, if there's anybody there.

My apologies to you

My apologies to you

My apologies, dear
apartment dweller

My apologies to you

Morning, Doctor Dougherty.

Danny?

You look awful
pretty this morning.

My idea was that you'd
like someplace more private.

So, anyway, I got this
place all opened up

and ready for us this morning.

Please, please, please,
Danny, don't hurt me.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I don't want to hurt you.

I don't know that
I'd want to do that.

Women are always getting hurt.

Maybe they like it that way.

But me, I'm different.

I like the sound
your clothes make

when they move
against your body.

Hey, Billings, she
in the office okay?

She didn't get here yet.

She got on the elevator at
least a minute and a half ago.

The empty car.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, she's in trouble, Dennis.

Which way did that
car go, up or down?

I didn't notice.

All right, he'll probably
take her to an empty floor,

either the basement
or the sub-roof.

We'll go down, you go up.

It took me all night to
convince her to try this.

Don't worry. Everything
will be all right.

No!

You're just making
me more nervous.

Please, please, don't hurt me.

You don't have to.

The police are following me.
They're going to catch you anyway.

You don't need to hurt me.

What do you mean the police? What
do you mean the police are following?

What do you mean,
"catch me anyway"?

You did it deliberately.

You pushed the alarm button
so someone would catch you.

I don't believe
you're two people.

What are you talking about?

You pushed the
button on purpose!

Please, you don't have to do
anything to me. It wouldn't make sense.

The alarm button
was an accident.

You came to me.

It was all a con. You chose it!

You chose to
come to a therapist.

That's the con you chose, Danny.

You need help. You're
sick inside and you know it.

Tetuska!

Megan!

I'm all right, Jim! Be careful!

Tetuska!

Megan!

Jim!

Megan!

I'm over here!

Megan! Jim!

Oh, Megan, Megan, all
right, all right. It's all over.

It's all over. It's all right.

Are you okay?

Okay. I'm dizzy.

Are you okay?

No. I'm sure not complaining.

Oh, this is rich.

What are you talking about?

Charles Martell. You gonna
believe this? He's returning his fee.

He told me in the hospital he
didn't think he was entitled to it.

I told him to get
it out of his head.

Yeah, well, he didn't.

He says, "Jimmy,
the way I see it,

"I blew it with the broad and the
service was not performed to par.

"So, herewith,
this I am returning."

Yeah, well, the broad, herewith,

is gonna staple that
check to his shirt.

Could I bum a cigarette?

Don't have any.

They went down your garbage
disposal last night, for good.

Naturally.

You're just jealous because you
know I'll be able to stay off them.

You're right. I'm jealous.

I'll get you some.
No, no, forget it.

I notice that you're finding
your way around very easily.

You seem...

Very much at home?

Yeah, I couldn't have
said it better myself.

You're right. I am.

How do you feel about that?

Oh, I like it. I like it a lot.

But you had to think about it.

Oh, no, I didn't.

You know what I think?

Hmm?

I think, in a way, you
like it that I can't see you.

I think it makes it easier
for you to say what you feel.

I bet if I could see your face
right now, I'd find some red in it.

Is that right? Mmm-hmm.

As somebody once told me,
and at very high volume, too.

Don't play psychologist with me.

You know what's going
to happen, don't you?

Hmm?

Like you said in the restaurant,

I'm going to be the warden.

I'm going to be
coming to get you.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you just keep coming.
I'll probably go quietly.