Dick Laurant is dead.
You don't mind that I'm not coming to the club tonight?
What are you going to do?
Stay home. Read.
Read?
Read? Read what?
It's nice to know I can still make you laugh.
I like to laugh, Fred.
That's why I married you.
You can wake me up when you get home if you want to.
LUNA LOUNGE
What's that?
A videotape.
I found it outside on the steps.
Who's it from?
I don't know.
There isn't anything on the envelope.
Does it say anything on the tape?
No, nothing.
Well, let's see what's on it.
Come on.
Must be from a real estate agent.
Maybe.
It's okay. It's okay.
I had this dream last night.
You were inside the house.
You were calling my name.
Fred?
Fred? Where are you?
I couldn't find you.
And there you were lying in bed... but it wasn't you.
It looked like you... but it wasn't.
Fred? Are you all right?
You're up early.
The dog woke me.
Who the hell owns that dog?
What's that?
Another videotape.
Yes.
Don't you wanna watch it?
I guess so.
Well, don't you want to watch it?
Yeah.
It's the same thing.
No, it isn't.
Fred?
What...?
We have to call the police.
That's right. Yes.
S-someone broke in and taped us while we slept.
Isn't that enough? S-s- seven- oh- three- five Hollis.
Near the observatory.
Yes.
We'll be here.
So?
They're sending two detectives out.
That's it.
What'd you think?
I really don't know.
Let's check the hallway and the bedroom.
This the bedroom?
You sleep here? In this room? Both of youse?
This is our bedroom.
There's no other bedroom?
No.
I mean, I use it as a practice room.
It's soundproof.
You're a musician?
Yeah.
What's your axe?
Tenor.
Tenor saxophone. Do you...?
No. Tone deaf.
Do you own a video camera?
No.
Fred hates them.
I like to remember things my own way.
What do you mean by that?
How I remembered them.
Not necessarily the way they happened.
Do you have an alarm system?
Yes, actually we do.
But, we haven't been using it lately.
Why not?
It kept going off, for some reason. False alarms.
Might wanna try and use it again.
Yeah.
Okay.
We're gonna check the windows and doors, see if
anybody tried to break in.
We'll keep watch over the house.
We'll do the best we can.
If anything else happens, you'll call us.
We will.
Thanks, guys.
It's what we do.
Hey, Andy!
Great party.
You look ravishing.
Thank you.
Fred? Please?
Please?
Two double scotches, neat.
We've met before, haven't we?
I don't think so.
Where was it you think we met?
At your house. Don't you remember?
No. N0, I don't.
Are you sure?
Well, of course.
As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
What do you mean? You're where right now?
At your house.
That's fucking crazy, man.
Call me.
Dial your number.
Go ahead.
I told you I was here.
How'd you do that?
Ask me.
How'd you get inside my house?
You invited me. It is not my custom to go where
I'm not wanted.
Who are you?
Give me back my phone.
It's been a pleasure talking to you.
I thought you were getting my drink.
Hang on, just a minute.
Andy... Who's the guy on the stairs?
The guy in black.
I don't know his mane.
He's a friend of Dick Laurent's, I think.
Dick Laurent?
Yeah... I believe so.
Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?
He is?
I didn't think you knew Dick. How do you know he's dead?
I don't. I don't know him.
No, Dick can't be dead. Who told you he was dead?
Who, honey?
Who's dead?
Let's go home.
Now. We're leaving now.
We never should have come here in the first place.
So, how'd you meet that asshole Andy, anyway?
It was a long time ago.
We met at a place called Moke's.
We became friends. He told me about a job.
What job?
I don't remember.
Anyway, Andy's okay.
Well, he's got some pretty fucked- up friends.
Stay in the car.
I told you to stay in the car.
Why? What is it?
Why did you make me stay out here? Him?
I'll tell you why.
Because I thought someone was inside the house.
Was there?
No. Of course not.
Fred?
Fred? Where are you?
Renee. Renee!
Sit down... killer!
I didn't kill her.
Tell me I didn't kill her.
We the jury find the defendant guilty of murder
in the first degree.
Fred Madison, the jury having found you guilty of
murder in the first degree...
it is my order that you be put to death
in the electric chair.
Make yourself to home, fella.
Need anything, just ask the concierge.
Stick your hand out, chief.
Something wrong?
My head.
You sleeping okay?
N0. I can't sleep.
You'll sleep now.
Take him back to his cell.
Okay, Doc.
Let's go.
Guard!
What do you want?
Aspirin.
My head.
Shit. That wife killer's looking pretty fucked up.
Which one?
Pete! Pete, don't go!
Pete!
Fuck me.
Well, Mack, what's the situation?
I'm not entirely certain, Captain.
You'll have to see for yourself.
Right here.
That's not Fred Madison?
No, sir, it's not.
Who is it?
I couldn't say, sir.
Captain Luneau?
Yeah, Mack.
Captain, this is some spooky shit we got here.
DAYTON, PETER R.
Well, gentlemen... we know who the stranger is.
His name is Peter Raymond Dayton.
Twenty- four years old.
Arrested five years ago for auto theft,
for which he was put on probation for one year.
He lives with his parents William and Candace Dayton
at eight fourteen Garland Avenue.
Here.
Thanks, Lou.
Where the fuck have you been, man?
Shit. Yeah.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, uh, oh, you look like shit.
Yeah, what happened?
Just haven't been feeling so good.
You're not contagious... are you?
No, uh, I don't think so.
All right, well, let's go for a drive then.
Different kinds of fruits grow... and ripen.
It takes many strawberries to fill a bucket,
but it's worth it... when you know that...
Come on, homey.
and a glass of fresh, cold milk from grandfather's cows.
See you later.
I'm gonna go out with these clowns for a while.
That should do you some good.
Night, honey.
See ya.
What's happening to you? What happened to your face?
I don't know.
What do you mean?
You've been acting strange lately.
Like the other night?
What night?
The last time I saw you.
I don't remember.
Do you still care about me?
ARNIE'S
Pete!
Arnie.
Where ya been?
How ya doin'?
It's good you're back.
Wonderful.
Good to see you, man.
Really, man.
Good to see you.
A lot of people gonna be real happy that you're back,
including me.
Well, it's good to be back.
Mister... Smith is waiting for you.
Yeah, I'll take care of him.
And Mister... Eddy called.
Can I call him and tell him to come in?
Yeah.
Call him. Tell him I'm back and, uh, you know, I'm,
um, um, ready to work.
You ready to work?
Yeah.
Well, let's go to work.
All right, buddy.
Pete's back.
There's nine people down here.
You can ask seven of them.
If you get that price from one of them...
you can ask the other two.
Hey, Pete!
Pete!
Where's Pete?
He's back there.
Mister Eddy.
What happened? Somebody giving you trouble?
No. No trouble.
'Cause if somebody's giving you trouble, Pete...
I can take care of the problem... like that.
No. I- I- I'm fine, Mister Eddy.
I mean it, Pete. Like... that.
Thank you, really, I- I'm fine.
So, uh, what do you want, just, uh, a regular tune... up?
I want you to take a ride with me. I don't like
the sound of something.
Okay.
I gotta check it with the, with the boss.
It's okay with Arnie. Come on, Let's go.
Pull it over, but keep it runnin'.
Best goddamn ears in town.
Give that a try.
Beautiful.
Smooth as shit from a duck's ass.
Let's take a ride.
Whatever you say, Mister Eddy.
It's a beautiful day.
You did a great job, Pete.
Well, you know I like working on this car, Mister Eddy.
Shit. That cocksucker doing what I think he's doing?
This is where mechanical excellence, one thousand
four hundred horsepower, pays off.
Oh... God.
Don't you... ever fucking tailgate!
Ever!
Tell him you won't tailgate.
I, I won't... ever tailgate.
Do you know how many fucking car lengths it takes to
stop a car at thirty- five miles an hour?
Six fucking car lengths!
That's a hundred and six fuckin feet, mister.
If I had to stop suddenly, you woulda... hit me.
I want you to get a fucking driver's manual...
and I want you to study that motherfucker...
and I want you to obey the goddamn rules.
Fifty fucking thousand people were killed on the highway
last year, because of fucking... assholes like you.
Tell me... you're gonna get a manual.
I'll get, get a manual.
Fucking A.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
I'm sorry about that, Pete
but tailgating is one thing I cannot tolerate.
Yeah, I can see that.