All language subtitles for Thief.of.Hearts.1984.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.DTS-HD.MA.5.1

Hi, Mrs.
Davis. You look beautiful.

Hi, Buddy. Thank you.

- Buddy, how are you?
- Mr. Davis. Good to see you.

- See you.
- All right.

Now, the maitre d' tells me that
tonight's your wedding anniversary.

- Is that the truth?
- The absolute truth.

- Really? How many could that be?
- Would you believe six?

Six? Get outta here.
Nobody stays married for six.

I'm very proud of you two.
Very proud.

Come in, Herman. Come in,
Herman. This is Bud. Come on in.

I'm here.

All right, listen. They...

They just drove in.

I'll get back to you as soon as
they ask for their claim check.

Do that. I'm going to work.

Teller four,
have you already cancelled...

David...

Okay, go ahead.

...are you all still there?

Security coming at...

Teller 697, can I get 28...

Thank you.

Happy anniversary, darling.

Great.

Looks delicious.

Sheep in legwarmers.

How's work?

You and Janie gonna get
that thing off the ground?

As a matter of fact,

we've been chosen to do the kitchen
for the new showcase house.

There's no money in it
but it's great exposure.

How much is this
gonna cost me?

When did you find out
about the showcase thing?

Found about this
"showcase thing"...

last week.

Why didn't you tell me?

Said the man who hasn't left his
typewriter for over a month.

You're right.

I'm sorry. I...

This March deadline's
killing me.

What the hell.

Wait, wait, wait...

Somebody may be up there.

Come on, Nicole, huh?
Do me a favor.

My new guy's real tense. He's new
in the city. He's got no friends.

And, I think if he doesn't get a little
friendship soon, he's gonna go over.

I'm serious.

No, no weird stuff.
This guy is a sweet--

You're probably gonna fall in
love with this guy and have kids.

That was a joke.

Listen, how about an hour?

An hour's good?

Great, Nicole. An hour's good.
I'll talk to you later.

Yes. God bless America.

Scotty.

Scotty...

We are really
starting to happen.

Look how far we've come from that
little, black hole they had us in, huh?

How much is it worth
right here? About ten grand?

- Which one?
- The big one. The pink one.

More than that, man, 15.

And the one behind it,
maybe 20.

Yeah, tell the old man sells out of
state though, all right? Local artist.

Do you realize how
good you are, man?

How few guys have the eye
for the good like you.

Every time you go out, every
time you bring back a 100 grand.

Scotty, you're not
listening' to me, man.

- Something happened tonight, didn't it?
- What are you talking about?

Well, you got that look,
like something happened.

You broke your cherry?

There was someone home
and you had to handle it?

Scotty, tell me!
I've been there! Tell me, man.

Nothing happened.

Nothing. I walked in,
walked out. Same as always.

So, what's with the girl?

What girl?

"What... girl"!

Yeah, you would have loved that girl.
She gives head like a fucking iguana.

I'll go shower, all right?

All right. Hey!

Anything happen tonight,
you're not telling me about?

Nothing happened, okay?

One for the road.

Nah, you do it.

You're gonna leave me
to celebrate alone?

- All right, you call me.
- I will.

Hey, we are fucking happening
and you can't deny it.

We are gonna be
rich fucking men.

And what was in there?

Some personal things.
Nothing very important.

How soon do you think,
you'll catch whoever did this?

We won't catch him.

What kind of an
attitude is that?

Well, we catch the stupid
kids and the junkies,

but the professionals
move too fast for us.

Don't be too surprised
if he comes back again.

Why would he come back?

Well, for the new stuff you're gonna
get, when the insurance pays you.

Hell, I've known certain
houses that get hit

three, four, even five
times by the same guy.

And since most people lie to
their insurance companies,

the value goes up every time.

- No.
- Come on, Scotty.

- No, no.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes.

No, not gonna happen.

It's not gonna happen.

Just... just get off, please.
Please get off.

Please.

What's-- what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

- Go home.
- What did I do wrong?

- Just tell me what I did wrong.
- You didn't do nothing wrong, okay?

Just...

Here. Take your clothes...

and leave.

There's nothing wrong
with you. It's me.

Here.

You know, Buddy told
me that you're...

new in town.

I know what that's like.

I've been in four
cities since I was...

seventeen.

How old are you now?

Eighteen...

and a half.

Look...

Here.

Buy yourself a pretty
dress or something.

Okay?

Buy a real nice one.

I feel so violated.

It'll be all right, darling.

The insurance will
cover most of it.

What if he's reading them?

Mick...

I love you. Listen, whoever did this
probably took your journals by accident.

The way you kept
‘em locked up, he...

probably thought he was
getting the family jewels.

But he didn't,

and I can prove it.

Come here.

Mick, come on.
It's still our anniversary.

Just hold me, okay?

Oh, Mick...

You bad girl.

Who knows? Maybe some
good will come of it.

- You are amazing, Davis.
- Why?

Get hit for nearly 100 grand and
you're looking for the good in it?

I mean, why don't you start to pick the
good outta that poodle shit down there?

Really. I mean,
if you come down out of

Mister Rogers'
Neighborhood for, like,

you know, two seconds, you'd
realize the world is fucked.

Your world is fucked, Marty.

My world is perfect.

Come on in, Scotty.
We've been waiting for you.

Girls, this is Scotty, the movie
producer I was telling you about.

Scotty, that's Helene
and that's Tracy.

Can we talk?

- Sure, we can talk.
- No, private. Come on.

- Excuse us.
- We'll be right back.

It's a little family business.

Cash...
from last night, you got it?

Yeah. I got it right here, but I mean,
stick around. These girls would go down

on an anteater
for what I've got on

- that table there.
- I can't stay. I got other plans.

Listen, Scotty. I spoke to Nicole,
you know, and what's going on?

Is everything okay? Doesn't sound
like the Herman I used to know.

This is light, man. What are you
doing? What're you doing to me?

The old man said he'd get
back to me on the payments.

Yeah, he'd get back to you.

Scotty, stick around, okay?
I set this up for you.

This is a bonus.

These broads aren't
even hookers.

- You're a great guy, man.
- Yeah.

Have fun, okay? I can't stay, all right?
Don't kill yourself on this shit, okay?

Bye.

There are two mes, really.
Mickey and Michelle.

Mickey is this mousy,
little, hausfrau

who hasn't taken a real
chance in her whole life.

Michelle, on the other hand,
is up for anything.

The only trouble with Michelle
is that she lives and breathes

only on these pages.

Aren't you letting your
imagination run a little?

I mean,
the odds against a crook...

being sensitive enough to get into your
diaries is about a billion to one.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're probably right.

What?

I'm sorry.

I was just getting
off on the fantasy.

You would.

Admit it, Pointer. You're about the
horniest creature in the universe.

I admit it.

Okay.

I'm getting out
of here because...

I'm not gonna get
anything done today.

See you.

Honey, it's me.

I'm sorry, I-- I heard the car drive
up and I knew the light was out.

Are you okay?

Thank God, you're here.

You're shaking. Come on.

Come on inside.

Ray...

I wanna get an alarm...

and a dog...

and... a gun we can...

keep in the house someplace.

Hold on. We're not
gonna change our whole

lives because of
this thing, are we?

Well, you heard what the police
said. He-- he-- he might come back.

Mick, he's not coming back.

Come on, now. Relax.

Janie keeps a gun in
her bedside table.

What for? To force some poor
bastard to rape her at gunpoint?

Look, I'm facing a very
scary deadline here.

I don't have a lot of energy left
over to keep reassuring you.

You're not still teasing
yourself with this crazy stuff

about the journals, are you?

I am gonna go take a bath.

See you in a bit.

Mick, are you
sure you're okay?

Mick?

Water,

I love water.

I was born near the water, and used
to sail all the time with my dad.

I spend every minute I can
in water, in my bath, usually.

Water washes me clean.
Water is sexual.

Water is healing.

He takes me to the water.

The huge yacht like a castle.

The sun is hot, intoxicating.

The water undulates under us.

My resistance drains away. His body
is strong. His face is beautiful.

He touches himself,

rubbing lotion into his skin.

I feel him enjoying
his own flesh.

His mouth is
suddenly on my neck,

and moving over my shoulder,
then circling my breasts.

His tongue slides
down my stomach.

I'm melting under the sun.

Sorry there. I wasn't watching
where I was going. I'm so sorry.

It's okay. It was my fault.
You don't have to do that.

But I want to.

Okay, there's nothing broken.
Everything's in place.

Here, let me hop these
into your car, okay?

No, no, no.

Okay?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

You sure you can drive?

Of course, I can drive.

Okay.

Here.

Here you go.

Watch the skirt.

Before you go...

I bet I can guess your
favorite ice cream flavor.

Haagen-Dazs Rum Raisin, right?

How'd you know that?

Here you go.

I'm afraid it's a
little melted but...

That's no problem. I...

I like melted Rum Raisin.

Well, I'll see around, okay?

Thanks.

Bye.

No, no, Mick.

- Please, Mickey.
- No, it's time for ice cream.

Thank you, no. Mick.

Mickey, really, I'm...

What are you doing?

I'm seducing you.

Great. Great.
Thank you. You're--

Thank you. Listen,
your timing's terrific.

I'm right in the
middle of a roll here.

Can you give me a few minutes?
I'll be right with you, okay?

Mickey, will you stop with the ice
cream? Just give me a couple--

- Mick...
- This is not a good thing to do, now.

- Yes, it is.
- This is not a good time to do this.

Mickey, I'm...

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Let's do it
later, okay? Honey, goodbye.

I promise, I'll be done
in just a little bit.

Really.

Promise.

Cross my heart.

Thought it was you.

You surprised me.

So...

how you doing?

Last time I saw you,
you were...

a little shaky.

You were very nice that day.

Thank you.

So, things better?

Not really.

Do you work?

You seem to have an awful
lot of time for shopping.

Yeah, I work.

How about you?

- Yeah, I work too.
- Oh, yeah? What do you do?

- I'm an interior designer.
- No!

- That's a coincidence.
- Why?

I'm looking for a designer.

No, really. I mean, I've been
interviewing designers all week

for some work I wanna
have done on my apartment.

Who'd you talk to?

Well, Tom Shapiro...

Sam Duggan...

and Bernie Terry.

Well...

those guys are the best.

My partner and I are new, but

if you're interested in seeing some of
our work, we're designing the kitchen

for a new showcase house
that's opening next week.

Really? That's quite an honor,
isn't it?

I hear there's hundreds of
applicants for every room.

Yeah.

There were 164 applicants
for the kitchen.

Well, then you must be good.

Anyway, if you'd like to come,
I'lI—I'll give you the address.

Sure.

God, I can never find the pen.

Look, I'll tell you what,
I'm going outside

and have a cup of
coffee before I go, so,

if you ever find a pen...

write it down, drop it off.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I found one of my cards. I
wrote the address on the back.

So...

- I hope you can make it.
- Well, how about a cup of coffee?

- I ordered you one.
- No. I'm sorry. I can't.

Come on. What's one
little cup of coffee?

Well...

Come on.

Well, I can just
stay a minute. I...

It's my turn to cook tonight.
We trade off every other night.

We?

Yeah, I'm married.
Didn't I tell you?

No, you didn't.

Well, IT am.

So?

How is it?

It's... perfect.

How'd you know I like
cream and sugar?

Actually, I didn't.
You picked up my cup.

I'm sorry.

Boy...

You must think I'm
total basket-case.

Every time you see me,
I'm dropping something...

No, actually I think,
you're very, very attractive.

And I bet,
you're talented, too.

Well, we'll find out soon,
won't we?

Well...

I really do have to go.

I hope you can make it.

I'll get this.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey...

Calamaral!

I got your message.

You got a cigarette, man? I'm
having a fucking nicotine fit.

Are you fucking kidding me, man? Is
this some kind of a joke to you?

- I've been calling you all week.
- Yeah, well, I've been busy, you know.

Yeah? Busy doing what?
Teasing your new hairstyle?

- Your new pretty threads?
- Hey, I had a date.

- Do you mind?
- No, I don't mind the date, man. No.

No. Like I set up for
you inside, remember?

- Is this about work, or what?
- Yes! Yes! This is about work.

A rich lawyer in Tiburon.
You interested?

I'll get the van ready.

You sure about it?

Yeah, Scotty, I'm sure.

You sure?

Mickey.

- How're we doing?
- I think we're good.

Look at that gorgeous guy.

Hi.

Hi.

You made it.

Of course.

You look sensational.

Thank you.

Is that your kitchen there?

Yeah.

That is one beautiful kitchen.

You did that?

Come. Come see it.

- Excuse me.
- I...

I just realized I
don't know your name.

Scott.

Scott.

Yeah, here.

Scott...

- Muller.
- Muller.

President of the American
School Supplies Company.

Very impressive.

Nah. I inherited
the whole thing.

Ray!

I'm glad you're here.

Ray, this is Scott Muller.

This is my famous husband.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- How'd you do?

Scott's here to check us out.
He might want to hire us.

Well, I think she's just
terrific. You must be very proud.

Iam.

Well...

I'll leave you two. I'm gonna
circulate the other rooms.

- Nice meeting you.
- You too.

Where did you meet
that character?

At the market.
He wants to hire a designer.

I'll bet.

Don't tell me I finally aroused
a little jealousy in you.

Stop.

You're a writer
of children's books.

That's right.

What about you?

School supplies.

What do you want with my wife? Do you
wanna sell her some school supplies?

Nah.

No, I think, your wife
is extremely talented.

- Why, don't you?
- Yeah.

She's great.

Well, it seems to me,
you take her career pretty...

lightly.

What makes you think that?

I think it's pretty obvious.

I'll see you around, Davis.

Hi.

Hello?

Are you going?

I don't know.

If it's that guy, I saw you so eye-to-eye
with last night, I say go for it.

Make an afternoon of it.

Janie, it's purely business.

Right.

I'm serious.

This could be a very important job
for us. This guy's got lots of money.

He inherited some business, school
supplies company, or something.

Right.

Shut up.

- Hi.
- Hi. You made it.

Yes. I think,
I'm a little early actually.

- This is a beautiful boat. Stunning.
- You like it, huh?

- Yes.
- It's not mine, though.

That one's minel

Boy,

- I feel stupid.
- Why?

I don't why I thought
that was your boat.

Here...

I guess you...

Well, this is...
this is a lovely boat.

Well, it's not extravagant...

but it's mine.

- I like it.
- Care to come aboard?

I thought, this was supposed
to be a business meeting.

Well, there's no
business to discuss.

You're hired.

Ten thousand dollars.

Well, I plan to spend $100,000,
so that's ten percent.

If you want another five, I'll
send it over in the morning.

No, no, no. This is fine.

Thanks. Thanks.

So...

change your mind?

To business.

It's good.

Sorry, should have knocked.

- Must be some entry.
- What do you mean?

You practically jumped
out of the tub.

Did I?

Yeah, you did.

Where did you get the sunburn?

We went out on his boat.

Whose boat?

Scott's.

I started working
for him today.

He-- he gave me
a $10,000 deposit.

What did you give him?

I gave him head, of course.

I give all our clients head. It's
in the brochure, didn't you know?

Let's take a look at the
famous, secret journal.

- No, Ray.
- Mick.

Ray, that is mine.
It's private!

What the hell's in this book?

What, you have
a whole other life?

I hope so.

But you don't think she's
having an affair, do you?

I doubt it.

Mick's not the type.

- Then what could it be?
- I don't know.

I don't know. She hasn't been
the same since the robbery.

She's not still hung up on
that guy reading up on her?

Well, if she is,
she doesn't talk about it.

I never see her anymore,
Marty. She's...

She leaves the house early,
she comes home late.

What goes around,
comes around.

What're you saying?
I had this coming?

I wouldn't go that far.

You saying, I'm not paying
enough attention to my wife?

That's not far enough.

Marty, you got something
to say, say it.

I can get myself a new
publisher and a new friend.

Ray...

you've been on a roll for
the last three, four years.

And you're the hottest item in
the children's market, today.

But you can be the most self-absorbed
asshole in the world sometimes.

And I sure as hell wouldn't
want to live with you.

Who asked you?

Fuck!

Hi.

Well, come in, come in. I've
been looking forward to this.

Well...

As you can see, I need help.

Yeah, but it's great.

Boy, it's a big job
but it's wonderful.

Well, good. I'll get
us some champagne.

No, no, today I'm working.

- Can I put my jacket in here?
- No, wait.

Please. No, I can take that
for you. Just let me-- Here.

Look around.

All right. Here's what
I want you to do.

Transform this dungeon, if you
can. Give it life and order.

And make it feel like...

a real person lives in here.
Can you do that?

Yeah.

But I warn you though, you're
not gonna have any privacy.

I'll be in and out
of here every day.

That, I can handle.

And...

I'll need my own key.

You got it.

Here, let me show you my kitchen

- before going for--
- Is that the bedroom?

Yeah.

That's...

my bedroom.

Well...

I guess...

the first thing to do is
take down some measurements.

I simply can't find my--

- Do you have one in here?
- No, wait. Really, don't.

What's that?

This?

This is protection.

.45 caliber.

Automatic.

Wanna hold?

You know, you should learn
how to use one of these.

Living in this city,

attractive woman like you.

All those crazies out there...

you never know.

Go on. Take it.

Go on, it won't bite you.

You cock it.

Don't be afraid of the recoil.

Just let your hand
go back naturally.

Try one. Come on.

Okay.

There you go.

Hand under here.

Arms straight out.

Make a wider stance.

There you go.

All right.

- Here you go.
- Okay...

Boy, it really jerks back,
doesn't it?

Here, let me show you.

Okay?

Good.

Good. One more. Do it.

Very good.

I'll reload.

What a sense of...

power.

Okay, this one's all yours.

Legs wide apart...

- Allow me.
- Okay.

And...

Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah, that's good.
That's good.

Yeah.

Go on.

You're doing great.

What?

Come on.

Come on. Don't tense up now.

Come on, relax.

Enjoy it.

- I can't.
- Sure you can.

You're allowed. Come on.
Anything you want.

Any way you've ever wanted it,
any way you've ever imagined it.

Just let it go.

Come on.

Come on, I'll show you.

Let's go.

Like this.

Like this.

Hi.

Hi.

You're drunk.

You're right.

You worked for Muller
today, didn't you?

That's right.

Why aren't you looking at me?

Because I hate the way
you look when you're drunk.

Where you going,
to take a bath?

I also hate it when
you're sarcastic.

- Ray, let go of me!
- No, no.

Not until you've given me the
details of your all-day session

with that phony
son of a bitch.

Why're you acting
so possessive?

Normally, you couldn't care enough
to ask me how I spent my day.

Because I trust you!

Trust me?

You don't notice me.

How could you say that? You're
practically the only person in my life

- that I didn't make up.
- That's my whole point.

No.

Really, Ray, I mean...

Tell me, how you honestly
felt about my kitchen?

Do you remember the colors?

- Mickey, what the hell?
- No, do you?

Do you remember if it was linoleum
or tile? Do you remember the sink?

You don't remember it,
but you ask me

about anyone one of
your goddamn stories,

and I can tell you
every fucking detail!

Great, great, go tell
it to your holy book!

I wouldn't have to
if I could tell you!

That is so much bullshit!

Every time, we get even close
to talking, you take off

and give it all
to your goddamn book!

I can't imagine where
I learned that trick.

All right, man.
I'm going in alone.

- You stay here.
- Scotty, would you relax?

Just think of me as
your guardian angel.

- Let's just get it over with, okay?
- That was a joke, man. That's a joke.

Come on.

Shit.

Central, this is McElhatton.

Central!

Central, do you hear me?
It's McElhatton.

There's a robbery
in progress at 59--

Man, what is the
matter with you?

- Why'd you have to kill him, man?
- He left me no choice, man.

He left you no choice?

You could've shot the radio.

You could've hit
him over the head.

You could've done anything,
you didn't have to kill him!

Oh, God.

What am I doing?

What am I doing here?

Scott, tell me more
about how your...

business works.

You don't wanna know that.
That's so boring.

- Boring.
- No, I'd like to know.

No, let's skip this one.
Let's play a game.

Why are you always
sidestepping

- that question?
- No, let's play a game.

This is a terrific game,
you're gonna love it.

I guess things about you.

Then we bet on whether
I'm right or wrong.

- “Try it?
- Real money?

What do you think?

That's what makes it fun.

Come on, come on.
I'll bet you ten bucks,

I can guess your
favorite radio station.

You're a crazy man.

All right, let's see.

I'll bet you'd go for that...

that funky, little FM station
all the way on the right...

the one that plays
old David Bowie...

Elvis Costello...

Kenny Rogers when he was
with The First Edition.

KROJ.

How'd you know that?

Double or nothing,

if I can guess your
political affiliation.

I don't think, I wanna play
this game anymore, Scott.

You're Republican, Mickey...

because you read
Ayn Rand in college.

But you vote Democrat, because you
think Republicans are too straight.

How could you
possibly know that?

Do you really wanna know?

Are you sure?

Yes.

I read this article on
you in Designer Scene.

I cheated.

Designer Scene?

It's a trade magazine.

Since when do you
read trade magazines?

Since I decided that I wanted to
know everything I could about you.

Everything?

Everything.

It's crazy, Marty. I feel
so powerless. It's like...

I suddenly have all these things I
need to tell her and she's not here.

You ever think about
just calling the guy?

Just confront him.

Yeah, I thought of it.

So, what are you, scared?

Yes, I'm scared.

Look, this character,
inside these clothes,

he is straight
from the streets.

All right, what's the
worst that could happen?

You tell him to stay away from
your wife and he kills you.

What's the problem?

Yeah, no problem.

If you're convinced the guy is
dangerous, just call the police.

Forget the police.

I'll do my own police work.

Okay, I know that your
father was a businessman.

He was the founder of the
American School Supplies Company.

And your mother...

I bet was a lousy cook,

but very into charities.

You have...

a brother,

and a sister...

both younger,

and a dog named Leroy.

What, Leroy?

Leroy.

You went to school
in a suburb,

someplace,

and you were...

a high school football star.

Voted,
"Most Likely To Succeed."

No.

No? No, what?

No football...

no high school...

no brother...

no sister...

no mother...

no father...

no dog.

Well, I was close.

The only thing you need
to know about me right now...

is this. It's this.

No.

No, I have to know more.

Otherwise, I feel like
you're hiding something.

Are you hiding something,
Scott?

That's your partner.

Don't wanna miss
your appointment.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Hi.

How was my timing?

Not good.

What's wrong?

I...

I don't know him at all.

He won't tell me
anything about himself.

Maybe, he's married.

No, that's not it.

He acts like...

he's had no other life
before I came along.

This whole thing is
beginning to scare me.

I'm cold.

What's the matter?

What?

Nothing.

I gotta go take care of
some business right now.

So, give me a call before
you go home. All right?

I'll try...

- but I'm... behind on some work.
- Just call me.

I don't like to be ordered
around like that, Scott.

Who you kidding?

I don't know
how to say this...

but it's all changing...

suddenly.

Of course, it's changing.

It's supposed to change,
Mickey.

I've changed so much, since
this whole thing started.

Thanks to you, I feel like I'm getting
a whole new chance to do it right.

For Christ's sake,

don't back out now.

Don't push me right now, okay?

Why?

Why?

You don't love that guy.

No, you're wrong.
I do love him.

We haven't been able to talk
to each other for a long time,

and maybe, we shouldn't
live together but...

I do love him.

Okay.

Ray, do we really
have to do this?

- Who's scared now?
- I'm not scared, I'm anxious.

I'll drop you at your analyst,
when we're done.

What if you're right and the guy
is Joe Street? He's got a gun.

Just keep an eye on the car and
make sure we don't get too close.

This is great, riding
shotgun with Dr. Seuss.

Where the hell is he going?

Just stay back a
little ways, will you?

Jeep's about as inconspicuous
as a Rose Parade float.

Berkeley's vice squad has
made 116 prostitution arrests

during the last two months of this
year, mostly on University Avenue.

The police department's spokesperson
says the city won't tolerate...

Fucking timing.

...prostitutes on the streets
and the higher arrest rate--

You know why I'm here.

I only got a few minutes. I need
the money from the other night.

It is indeed...

the American School
Supplies Company.

So... let's go.

Why aren't there any cars?

How should I know?

Maybe, it's a holiday for
school supply workers.

I'm not that wild about this
neighborhood. Let's just go.

He's coming out.

- Be right back.
- Hey, hey. Wait, wait.

This is not something
you're writing. This is real.

You could die if you go
walking in a place like that.

You don't know who's in there.

Look, all I'm gonna do
is take a little look

around the old American
School Supplies Company.

That's all.

Security Officer Mike McElhatton, who
retired from the Police Department

two years ago, was tragically murdered
in Tiburon by unknown assailants.

McElhatton was one of the
most highly decorated members

of the police force in
San Francisco history.

And the entire police department
is mourning his death.

Top priority has been given
to apprehending his killers,

and bringing them to justice.

Investigators came up empty-handed
today after sealing...

...four small fires were touched
off off inside the building...

...while police and firefighters
searched rooms for a suspect.

The fires were confined to
trash cans and dumpsters.

Authorities say thefts of hospital
equipment and personal belongings...

Jesus.

Play detective
some other time!

I'm hungry!

Get in the car, Marty. We
gotta find Mick and warn her.

What? Warn her, what?

There're a couple of our paintings stashed
in that building. Muller's a thief.

Welcome home, Scotty.

How'd you get in here?

Now, that's an
interesting question.

We're criminals, remember?

What do you want, man?
I'm busy.

I gotta hand it to you, Scott.

This place is
fuckin' beautiful.

It's like Disneyland in here.

You got everything.

Did you do this by yourself
or did you have some help?

What's it to you, man?

Well, nothing.
You know, it's just nice.

All right, what's your fucking
problem? Breaking into my place,

and pumping me with dumb, fucking
questions? What's going on?

- Let me get back to the point, okay?
- Do that, please.

Okay. After you left
the warehouse this morning,

I got a visit from someone.

Someone named Ray Davis.

You know Ray Davis?
Sure, you do.

So, I said to myself, "Scotty
can't be fucking Ray Davis.

So, he's gotta be
fucking his old lady."

Aren't you?

- You're fucking that little twat.
- You motherfucker, I'll kill you!

I'll fucking kill you!
You understand? I'll kill you!

- Come on, I'll fucking kill you!
- Hey, motherfucker. Slow way down.

Way down!

Now, I'm gonna let you
slide on this Davis shit

‘cause I think you're
sick in the fucking head.

- You--
- But there's a second order of business

I think you'd better
take a good look at.

What the fuck's that?

The old man's got a
friend in the department,

and I got word that they found prints
where we shot that security guard.

- How's that...
- What, who's prints, man?

- I don't leave fucking prints.
- Yeah?

- That's you, man. You killed that guy...
- Yeah?

- ...I didn't!
- You ever hear of "accessory"?

Check in your
fucking law books.

- We could both do life.
- Not me, you understand?

I'm not going back in that
fucking place, you got it?

I'm out of this town tonight.
Yeah. I'm gone, all right?

So, get the fuck out!

Shoot. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I love when you're
dramatic like that.

Hey.

You better stop
bullshitting yourself, man.

Nobody dragged you anywhere.

Man, you-- you don't belong up in
credit card heaven with those assholes.

Don't you know that, man?

You belong down here with us.

That's who you are.

So, be smart.

Take a look at this place.

You ain't got no money left.

One more good score, and then we
both walk outta here tomorrow

with some change
in our pocket.

That's smart.

Okay?

You got my number.

I'll wait for your call.

Scotty...

bullshit aside,

it's a fucking nice joint.

Sweeney, could we speed this up?
I'm a little worried about my wife.

All right, take it easy.

We just can't go rushing out,
arresting people.

There are procedures
we have to follow.

Screw your procedures!
This guy's a criminal.

We don't know what he'll do,
he could kill her.

Look, would you relax? You've
still gotta sign this complaint.

Fuck the complaint.
Thanks for all your help.

Hey, wait a minute.
Where're you going?

Come on, come on, come on.

Who is it?

Mickey, it's me, Scott.
Let me up.

Scott, I'm working.

Mickey, I gotta talk to you.

Let me up.

Come on, come on, come on!

Okay.

You didn't call, did you?

- Scott, I thought made it clear--
- I need a drink. Can I fix myself?

Mickey, I know what
you said in the car.

But something's come up.

I gotta leave town right away.
I want you with me.

- What are you saying?
- I swear to you...

You'll love it.

We'll live on the boat,

we'll go from city to city.

Just you and me.

Okay?

What the fuck you looking at?

I don't know you.

Of course, you know me.

You know me.

You know me better than
anyone has ever known me.

Believe me.

And you know what...

I know you.

I know you...

like no one has
ever known you.

Don't I, baby?

Don't I, Michelle?

What?

You heard me.

- What are you saying?
- Come on, Mrs. Davis.

Do you want me to quote from the
book, is that what you want?

- No.
- I got a juicy one.

"I'm all alone.

There's knocking at the door.

- It's him."
- No.

"I call for him to leave, but he won't.
Just keeps pounding and pounding,

- and he's gonna come in."
- No.

- No, no.
- "He takes me,

- throws me down on the floor. He--"
- No!

You bastard!

You lowlife bastard!

- You're sick!
- I'm sick, huh? What's that make you?

You wrote that shit in
those books, not me.

You're lying.

- You-- you invented this whole person.
- I invented it?

You invented me, lady.

You begged me to
come into your life

and make it all right,
and that's what I did.

I did everything you ever wanted
a man to do for you. Everything.

Look at me.

I love you.

I never loved anyone
before in my whole life.

I never even came close.

- This has got to stop.
- No. No.

- No, please stop!
- It only stops when I say, "stop."

- No!
- Hey, what's it gonna take?

You want me to
remind you, huh?

Do you want me to remind
you what it was like?

No.

- What it was like?
- Don't. Ray!

Get away from her, Muller!

You son of a bitch.

- Stop!
- Come on.

Come on, you want more?
Come on!

- Come on, I'll give you more.
- No!

That's beautiful.

Just beautiful, Mickey.

You wanna live with that the rest
of your life, Mickey, go ahead.

Come on, be smart.

You...

- poor, sick bastard.
- Shut up, man. Shut up!

Do you even know this woman?

You know how far she
went in those journals?

I'll tell you.

"One day,
he comes for me, and I go.

I leave my safe,
safe existence and I just go."

I wrote that a long time ago.

It's not true.

It's not true.

No, no, no.

I don't believe it.

Ray...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I talked to the police.

He's gone.

Good.

Ray...

I've decided that I'm gonna...

just stop writing
in the journal.

And all the things
I used to write...

can I say to you?

Of course, you can.

All T ever wanted was to be
the best friend you ever had.

And I got so caught up
in my work, I forgot that.

You were really
something yesterday.

The way you came charging in.

Dr. Seuss to the rescue.

I'm sorry I wasn't the dashing
figure I imagined myself to be.

You were very dashing.

What a goof.

You got a real jones,
don't you, you sick fuck.

Just get the fuck outta here.

You leave these people alone.

Scotty...

you leave these people alone.

You're the one
who's got a problem.

I'm just doing my job.

I said, get out of here, man.

Well, well, well.

What did you find here, Scott?

Was it what you thought
it was gonna be?

Was it worth it?

You wouldn't understand...

in a million years.

Well, help me understand.

Explain it to me.

I'm listening.

I got nothin'
more to say to you.

Then stay out of my way.

I said,
leave these people alone!

Jesus, he's back.

Call the police.

- Ray, what're you doing?
- I'm gonna stop the son of a bitch.

Just call the police,
call them!

This is Mrs. Davis. It's...

3080 Seacliff Drive...

there's somebody
robbing our house.

Yes.

Please hurry.

Stop right there.

It's all over.

Drop it.

Drop it!

I'll shoot!

Better not touch anything.

I don't remember
pulling the trigger.

Dead, huh?

Take some pictures here.

All right, let's see
what we got here.

Well, there's your problem.

Buddy?

You're hurt.

I'll call the crime lab.
You guys look around.

You did it.

You shot him.

Scott...