Hi. How ya doin', sweetie? Come on in.
I already prepared everything for you...
just the way you like it.
Geez, it's so hot tonight.
Are you ready?
You want me to play dead?
Do you want me to die, honey?
Please. Please, let me die for you.
Why'd you close the windows?
You know I don't scream.
What are you doing, honey?
Is there something wrong?
What's that?
Uh, you're-- you're hurting me.
Uh, get off!
Oh, God! No! No!
Please, get off me!
No! No!
Oh,yeah. What do you know about the killer at this point?
We know that it's a male, probably between the ages--
Any indication... Is there a possibility there's more than one killer?
- No comment.
- You sound confident. - I am.
- Any indication of the killer's race? - Not definitive, no.
We are in the process of analyzing skin samples...
taken from underneath the fingernails of two of the victims.
Results of those--
- ...determine the killer's race. - Inspector? Inspector?
How do you respond to claims that police aren't working as hard to find the killers
because the victims were prostitutes?
The suggestion that we're not treating this case with all the diligence we can muster...
is not only false but offensive.
We've already spent 1,800 man-hours on this case.
What do you know about the killer at this point?
I can't tell you all that we know, but he's male, probably between the ages--
- You got the job. That job? - Yeah.
-Jesus. - Whoo-hoo.
That sounds disgusting.
Don't you think? Don't you think it's just disgusting?
All-All I gotta do...
is sit on my ass all night and read a book.
- You're drinking too much. - Martin's already very drunk.
My feeling is one person is responsible for these crimes.
- And why do you say that? - That's my business.
Don't you see? That's it. That's all I gotta do.
- I just gotta sit on my ass. Sit on my ass.
- Inspector. - Inspector.
Inspector, how do you respond to claims...
that police aren't working as hard to find the killers because the victims were prostit...
The suggestion-- The suggestion that we're not treating this case...
with all the diligence we can muster is not only false but offensive.
Any possibility that there's more than one-- ...male.
My feeling is one person's responsible for these murders.
We can't tell the public everything we know.
Not definitive. We're in the process of analyzing skin samples...
taken from underneath the fingernails of two of the victims.
The results of those tests--
- Any possibility that there's more than one killer?
No comment.
Staying over tonight?
Do you want me to?
Do you want to?
If you want me to.
Marie, if I've ever done anything to make you happy, I truly apologize.
In some cases, these markings could have occurred after death while the body was being...
Sources inside the police department have confirmed...
that the victims were sexually assaulted after the deaths took place.
- Any possibility that there's more than one killer? - My feeling is--
It's gotten so hard to talk her into things.
She's become less and less...
receptive.
When will the results of the tests come in? Very soon. Maybe tomorrow.
That guy's supposed to be amazing.
- We can't tell the public everything. - Receptive to what?
Were the victims sexually assaulted?
What do you think of the killer, Inspector?
I think his time is running out.
Katherine!
Katherine?
I'm in the bathroom!
- Oh. - What?
Nothing.
You had strange dreams last night.
I did?
Mm.
You were breathing really heavy.
You kept kicking your legs and moaning.
You sure we weren't having sex?
Pretty sure, yeah.
Call me and tell me how it went.
Yeah.
- Good night. - Good night.
Mr.Johnson?
- Mr.Johnson. - How did you get in?
The front door was open.
Oh, damn door never closes.
Well, gotta be killed.
Here, Roger. Here's a hatchet.
Yep, we gotta do it. No use wasting time.
That's what we're out here for.
Let's not fool around anymore. Now take the hatchet and chop the turkey's head off.
Isn't there an easier way to do it?
So, this is you?
Oh, yeah, this is me.
Welcome to Mars.
- Sorry? - They weren't kiddin' ya.
About what?
I'll leave you the coffee machine. The radio is mine.
- You got a radio? - Uh, no.
Get yourself a radio.
What did they tell you, exactly?
N-Not a lot.
At this time there's very few people around,
but at night, this place is like Mars.
- So, what have you heard? - Pardon?
What, exactly, did they tell you about me? Nothing.
- They told me nothing. - Come on. They told you why I quit.
No, honestly, not at all.
May we come in a moment?
Turn the key till you hear the click.
Registers on a piece of punch tape,
verifying you were here every hour.
- I see. - Do you?
Thank God we don't need to check this room. The key's outside.
Come, have a look.
- No. - It's all right. Come on.
- You know what's in those tubs? - No. What?
Smell the formaldehyde. You can smell it, can't you?
Should never go in there. Never.
I never have.
Disgusting.
So, I'll be alone here at night.
Didn't they tell you?
Well, sometimes, an ambulance or police comes in,
but apart from that,
it's just you... and them.
The morgue.
I don't know why they put a key in there.
Ah, the hell with it. Let's get on with it.
Just keep your eyes on the key.
Just keep looking at it.
Don't look at them.
Damned idiots. Why in the hell did they put a key in here?
What are the cords for?
Just a precaution... in case one of them wakes up.
If you pull it, then the alarm goes off. - Wakes up?
Then you call the duty doctor from the guard's station.
Just call. He'll be here in five minutes. Don't worry.
It'll never happen.
It's cold in here, but you can still smell 'em, can't you?
Yeah.
Make sure the door doesn't close. No handle on the inside.
- Why would it close? - Don't forget to turn out the lights.
This is where it happened... supposedly.
What?
Some years ago, scandal, terrible scandal.
Night watchman.
Many years ago, he did it.
He did it?
Did it with them.
- Oh, you mean, he-- - The guy had his very own harem.
Well, I never knew anything +++ about it firsthand,
but the rumor was, they caught him doing it,
and they hushed the whole thing up.
Who knows?
Lots of weirdos out here.
God.
Oh-oh, hey, I-I'm not a weirdo.
After you start working here a while, your breath'll begin to stink.
You can test it by holding your... hand up to your mouth and breathe.
Am I right?
Oh,Jesus. God, you're right.
Goes with the territory. Nothing you can do about it.
These are the staff files. We're all in here somewhere.
Dead ones, over there. Staff, over here.
Meaningless.
Here's your duty roster.
Come on at 8:00, be relieved at 4:00.
Is that the alarm from--
It'll never happen. Have you got a radio?
- Actually, I'm gonna study. - Get a radio.
- Like I said, I'll get a radio. - Good.
Who is that picture of?
I don't know. It's always been there.
Oh, uh, one more thing.
There's nothing to be afraid of, but, uh--
I think it'd be a good thing to have.
And then the radio--
It'd be a good idea to buy yourself a radio.
Okay.
Okay, you have a choice of seeing two movies.
One, 90 action-packed minutes of two heroes...
spending time together, having these incredible adventures through the summer.
The other movie has 45 minutes of one hero having incredible adventures...
and the other 45 minutes is a guy sitting in a desk,
um, reading a book, okay?
Which one do you go see?
Well, who's playing the guy reading the book?
There is definitely loss of consortium,
but how about mental anguish?
- Does anybody remember-- - What happened to us?
What?
...a case in which-- I can't breathe in here. The fuck we doing here?
- We're getting older. - No, we're dying.
- Same thing. - No, no, no, no, no.
You know this movie that I was talking about? Uh-huh.
Okay, the two heroes start challenging each other. Is that a fact?
Yes, that's right. And the one who backs down loses.
- Why would they want to do a thing like that? - Because they're dying,
and they wanna play before destiny puts 'em in bed with the fucking establishment.
- Okay, okay, so what are the stakes? - Freedom.
- If I lose, I'll marry Marie. You lose, you marry Katherine. - What?
- Why? - Get some fun.
You are totally insane.
No, I'm not.
Shit.
Shit, the lights.
Oh.
Weren't you afraid?
No. No. And then I saw these tubs.
I don't know. There was something in them. I don't know. Spare parts.
I saw shadows or something. I don't know.
Oh, that's really sick.
When you're dead, you're dead. What difference does it make what someone does to you?
I just think it's sick, okay?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Yeah, I'll go with you.
So, listen.
- Yesterday, I'm down at Camden near Hyde. - What are you doing there?
I see this very attractive-looking girl standing at a bus stop, all right?
But I notice that she's not getting on any of the buses.
So?
Come on, counselor. She was a prostitute.
Seventeen years old. Joyce.
How do you know all that?
Excuse me, those are my quarters. I got the next game.
Tough shit.
All right, I'll get the manager, okay?
I'm gonna go get Satan.
- It's okay, yeah. - Sure?
Let us just play one game, me and my friend over here,
and then you guys can play, all right?
Man, why you look so scared? I'm just kidding. You all right? You okay?
What'd you do to him? Shake my hand, bro.
I'll just play one game and that'll be it, okay? I'm sorry.
Damn, baby. Do fries come with that shake?
Please, get out of my way.
Maybe we should do something, huh?
Let me know if you're interested in nine inches, baby?
I'm very interested in nine inches.
I'm just not interested in fucking you three times to get it.
Such nasty things coming from such a pretty mouth.
- Where you going? - Ow!
Did I hurt your feelings, bitch?
Hi.
I hope that our little altercation there didn't interrupt your beer drinking.
Actually, Martin and I were just discussing if we should do something.
- Let's go. - No. We're gonna stay.
No, we're not.
No, no, no, I didn't mean you and me. I meant me and Martin.
Maybe for just a little while, huh?
- Fucking assholes. - I hope you know what you're doing.
You know, if this was the movie,
and you were playing the exciting guy,
you'd go over and show those guys up.
-James.James. - Excuse me.
James.
Four. QuadrupleJack, please.
- What are you doing? - I'm getting ready.
- For what? - You challenged me.
I take it back.
What, are we in grade school? You can't take it back.
James, don't--
Excuse me?
Hi. I-I-I wanted to thank you.
Yeah, what in the fuck is you talkin' about, fool?
I wanted to thank you. You realize how long we've been looking for you two?
You're not telling me I'm the first person to approach you about this.
No, I'm totally serious. You guys are gonna be on talk shows from now until forever.
- Talk shows? - Oprah, Phil, Sally. You name it.
- You like Ricki Lake? - What the fuck are you talking about, man?
Listen, when I say we've been lookin' for two guys like you, I mean it.
No one's approached you about this? Not one soul?
No, nobody's approached me.
That's unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.
Now, listen. When you guys go on these talk shows there's gonna be a lot of them--
you're gonna be on the road for weeks, so--
You know, these guys are gonna ask the same opening questions over and over.
Maybe we should run through it now.
You know,just so you're prepared. What do you say?
Huh?
Okay.
Yeah? All right? Great. Okay, now, it's a multipart question, so answer carefully.
- Okay? All right? - Yeah.
Now, we know for certain...
that your parents communicated through a series of clicks and grunts.
Now, what we wanna know is how and when did you acquire the facility of speech, huh?
All right.
Were you the only one in your group to exhibit this facility, huh?
And when did the majority of your body fur fall out?
I tell you what. Answer the third part first.
Sure.
Come on. Come on back. This place is cool, man? Where you going?
- Nonverbal communication. - You motherfucker!
- Let's do it. Come here! - You can't be domesticated.
Whoo! God!
Did you see their faces? That was great! That was great!
"When did the majority of your body fur fall out?"
You see 'em? Huh?
- Fuck! - You all right?
- Goddamn it. - What, are you hurt?
Let's get out of here.
You know, I fucked her.
Who?
The hooker,Joyce. I fucked her.
You f-- You fucked a prostitute?
Jesus, what was it like?
It was fascinating.
She did everything I asked.
Everything.
I'd say, "Stand over there," and she'd say, "Yes, Martin."
I'd say, "Lay down," and she'd say, "Yes, Martin." What? She'd say what?
- I told her I was you. - You said you were me. Why?
How the hell should she know who the fuck you are, man?
Oh, yeah.
Back there at the bar, you were excited by that, right?
It was a rush. You felt good. You felt alive, didn't you? Yeah, sure.
Yeah, well, see, I didn't feel anything. Nothing.
Ayear ago, I would've felt like you.
I would've felt hyped up, flushed.
But it's, like, my tolerance is increasing,
and I can't get that feeling anymore, Martin, and I have to get that feeling.
I just don't get that feeling, and I need it.
I have to too.
Do you?
Hey, challenge me.
- Okay, do it with Joyce. Do it. - What?
- Yeah, yeah. - Come on.
Come on, what do you think, this is just for fun? We invite her out, okay?
- Katherine. - Katherine will never know.
Come on. Find an excuse, okay? Friend?
Buddy?
Okay.
You told her you were me. Fuck.
Why'd you have to rehearse in the morning? I thought all artists were night people.
Alan likes morning rehearsals.
- Yeah, but that guy's a moron. - Well, he speaks highly of you.
Like I said, the guy's a genius.
- Come on. You know I can't be alone. - You can.
Ooh, you got bad breath.
Call me tonight.
You'll be asleep.
Wake me.
Ooh.
Shit.
Did I scare you?
No.
I'm sorry. Inspector Cray.
Martin Bells.
- You new here? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Law school? - Yeah, yeah. Last semester, I hope.
Hmm.
That's fascinating for some reason.
It has something to it.
He's dead, and he's going to die.
I think his name was Louis Paine,
if I'm not mistaken.
Sitting on Death Row, waiting.
We could really use one right now.
- A Death Row? - No, a murderer.
Wait a minute. There's been another?
They're bringing her in now.
- Have you been in there? - No.
- You should have a look. - Nah.
No, no, no, you should. Otherwise you'll just be haunted here working at night.
Nothing cures a fantasy like a quick dose of reality.
You think so?
Go on.
Okay.
Are you all right?
That was just feet. Just feet.
Yeah.
I've been meaning to ask what they do with them.
By the way, I saw you on TV.
Yeah? How was I?
- Are you on to him? - We're getting closer.
How do you know it's just the one guy?
- Can I trust you? - Well, yeah, absolutely.
- Can I trust you with a bit of privileged information? - Oh, yeah.
- He has a signature. - Signature?
He takes their eyes. Good evening, guys.
This one just quit smoking.
Deputy Inspector Bill Davies, this is the new night watchman-- What's your name again, son?
- Martin Bells. - Martin Bells. Deputy Inspector Bill Davies.
Bill, Bells. Bells, Bill.
Most people, when they see something like this,
How could somebody do this and why?
Even when we catch the killer, they wanna know the how and why.
In movies or television, the killer always explains the how or why.
He always has some reason, however crazy.
A mad gleam in his eye.
I've interrogated murderers like this one before.
Let me tell you. They are well beyond the need to justify what they do.
They just do it.
Explanations are just a fiction to make us feel safe.
Because if it can't be explained, then it's just meaningless chaos.
It could touch any one of us at any moment.
Which is exactly what it is.
I would've been sick. I have a pretty high tolerance for that sort of thing.
I still think it's weird.
- Why? - You don't think it's weird?
Well, why shouldn't I see the body? I work there.
How do you know it's the same guy?
Ah, some of us just know.
What is that supposed to mean?
- Nothing. Look, I'm sworn to secrecy. - Come on.
I can't tell you.
Wait a minute. You can't tell me.
Katherine, you wouldn't wanna know. Believe me.
Jerk.
Duty nurse. This is night watchman from 03, and the alarm just went off.
The alarm? The-The alarm from the morgue just went off.
- You said-- What was that? - The alarm from the morgue, it's going off.
- Oh, well, um-- - Well?
Well, you should just go and check it then.
The doctor on call, he'll be there in about 30 minutes.
What! But-But what-what if it--
You're just gonna have to go down and check it out. Find the defect.
Hey, what if it's not a defect?
Don't worry. It is.
Are you crazy? Bastard, you're insane! What the hell are you doing?
- Easy. Take it easy. - Who the hell do you think you are?
- I couldn't help it. -Jeez, I almost had a heart attack.
- But you didn't. - Christ, I almost shit myself.
How the hell did you get in here?
The front door doesn't close right,
and you got your nose buried in that book.
I mean, I stood and watched you for five minutes.
You scared ten years off my life.
You made me call the duty doctor. Now they're gonna think I've gone crazy.
You know, it's a really beautiful place you got here.
It's cozy.
Oh, I talked toJoyce. Remember, your name is James.James.
I don't think I can handle anymore of your ideas.
All you have to do is show up. I promise.
Mm.
Dress nice.
Like I'm gonna tell Katherine I'm getting dressed nice to study with you.
Tell her that we're studying opera.
Figaro. Figaro.
You're a fucking nutcase!
That's Mr. Fucking Nutcase to you, pal!
Uh, where's the fire?
Um--
It was my fucking alarm clock.
I'm sorry. What a shock.
Can I offer you something?
Excuse me?
Have you ever spent any time with the "Zine" family?
What?
Thorazine, Stelazine, Compazine.
No.
They're really very nice.
They will make you sing hymns while you watch a baby fall under a train.
No, thank you. I'm fine. Thanks.
Listen, we don't have time for screwed-up kids.
Just don't freak out again.
Okay?
Okay.
Those'll kill ya.
Thank you.
She's probably not coming.
Impatience is an early indicator of boringness.
What? " Boringness"? That's not a word.
Here we go.
Joyce.
Friend to the working man. Good luck,James.
- Oh, my God. Oh,Jesus. - Oh, for God sakes.
- What are you staring at? - Hello.
- Hi. I'm Joyce. - I'm James.
Good evening. Allow me to congratulate you both.
- Congratulate us? - On your engagement.
Oh, why, thank you.
- Would you care to order now? - Sure.
I didn't get a chance to--
I-I think we'll have the cod fish, please.
- Very good. - I don't like fish.
Oh, of course. Well, the filet mignon.
And how would you like those?
- Medium. Rare. - Rare.
Of course. Thank you.
Hey, hey, hey.
- So, uh, where do you come from? - Home.
Oh, no, I meant--
Oh, San Diego.
Wow, San Diego.
- How did you get here? - Walked.
No, I-I meant from San Diego.
I drove.
Oh.
Do you like it here?
It's okay.
I was on my way to Nepal.
Nepal. Wow. What's in Nepal?
Monks.
Oh, right.
Hey, what are you doing?
- Martin said I had to do it right away. - M--
Martin said--
Ah.
You called?
No. No, actually, we're fine.
I'm sorry, sir, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
What?
Excuse me. Uh, can I have a word, please?
Just for a second. Thanks.
You went too far this time, Martin.
What do I-- What do I owe you?
Fifty.
Cheers.
- Oh, I don't drink. It makes me sick. - Really?
Um, how much... to drink a glass of whiskey?
Twenty.
Twenty bucks? Yeah?
Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait. I didn't say how big it would be.
Bottoms up.
I guess you hear that phrase quite a bit, huh?
Mm-mm,Joyce, you're dribbling.
Joyce, that wasn't part of the deal.
All right.
I'll give you $100-- $100--
if you can tell me that you will love me...
- I love you. - and make me believe it.
- I love you. - No, come on.
It was too fast. Didn't ring true.
I didn't believe it. Did you believe that?
I don't-- Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll add another 50.
That's all my allowance now.
It's all yours if you can make it sound real.
- I love you. - No. Come on.
- I love you. - No, make me believe it.
- I-- - Make it sound fucking real.
I love you.
No.
I didn't believe it. Sorry.
How ya feelin',Joyce?
Okay.
- Why the hell do you take all this shit? - What's it to you?
- Tell us about your customers. - Why?
Tell us about your clients, the weird ones. Tell us what they do.
- Why? - Curiosity.
Answer the fucking question.
One dresses up like a baby and makes me change his d--
That's not weird enough.
- One guy makes me pee-- - Weirder.
- One guy makes me pretend I'm dead. - Yes!
He covers me in a sheet, and he puts a tag on my toe, and then he--
Then he what?
- Then he-- - Then he what?
Tell us what's wrong, Joyce.
My friend, Leanne, brought the psycho home.
- And? - And she--
They, uh--
- I'd rather not. - Tell us.
No. Please, can I go now?
Please, tell us.
They made me identify her body.
He took her eyes.
Do you think that there's a relation between the guy-- the guy that makes you pretend--
What the hell do you care?
Can I go now?
You think you've met him?
Can I go now?
How was your evening?
Oh, okay, you know.
- TypicalJames. - Hmm.
I don't know how Marie takes it.
Me neither.
Who's Joyce?
-Joyce? - Mm-hmm.
I don't know. Why?
She called late, asking for you.
For me?
Mm, yes.
I don't know.
I don't know who that could be.
Did she say what it was about?
No.
Sh-She leave a number?
No.
Hmm. I don't know.
Here's Johnny!
Boo!
And the question still remains, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
what did the defendant know?
When did he know it?
And if he's so fucking smart--
- Hello. - Have you been here tonight?
- What? Speak up. I can't hear you. - Have you been here tonight?
Come to think of it, I'm not even home.
Leave a message.
Tinkling ]
The boy who cried zombie.
Just you wait.
She's down there.
Oh!
Okay, which one was it?
Think you can still remember?
- It was the prostitute. - Ah.
Prostitute.
Well, good morning, Miss Singer.
This young man claims that you've been up and about.
Well, isn't that strange?
She appears to be as dead as a fucking doornail.
But I saw her there. I saw her like I'm seeing you.
Hello?
Miss Singer? Hello! Is this thing on?
Still dead.
Listen. I saw her--
- What's going on? - I'm sorry, Inspector,
but I thought I might need some backup.
Did you have a problem?
- Yeah. I saw this g-- - His problem is,
he's under-medicated.
I saw her in the hallway.
I've gotten rid of people for much less.
This is like one of those movies on the USA Network. What do you mean?
You know, the hero sees something weird...
and then no one will believe him.
You know, sometimes, Martin,
when you get overly tired, the lines get a little blurry.
No, but I saw it.
Mmm.
And now that guy thinks I'm crazy.
No, no, no. Forget the doctor.
I think he has too much access to the medicines he so freely prescribes.
You saw what you saw.
Here, Martin.
You can always reach me here.
Oh, okay.
Try and take it easy.
Don't go back.
We need the money.
We can borrow from my mother.
We don't want your family's money.
By the time my father was 22,
he was married to a woman he didn't love,
and he was having an affair with the woman he did.
And what does that mean to you?
That he was afraid.
- Of what? - Of life.
- Yes. - Will you marry me?
Yes.
Shit, I hate that place.
Are you Katherine,
Martin's-- Martin's girlfriend?
I can't--
I know I'm supposed to memorize it,
but I-I forget.
Maybe, uh,
maybe you could write it down for me.
You-You're not gonna give it to me until I remember.
I know.
If-If you write it down, I'll remember. I swear.
Are you Katherine?
- Yes? - Martin's girlfriend?
Yes.
Please make him stop it.
Won't you please make him stop?
- Hello? - Hello.
- How was it? - We finished early.
Ow! What was that?
Let's get one thing straight, you dumb shit. I'm not Marie!
And if you want to treat someone the way thatJames treats Marie,
you'll have to find somebody else.
- You understand what I'm saying? - What are you talking about?
- I met your little slave girl today. - Who?
Joyce.
Yeah. Go ahead.
Tell me she's some little lying junkie whore who makes up stories. Go on!
Look, I-- I--
Do you want me to play dead?
- Is that what you want? - What?
- You screwed her, didn't you? - No!
No, I mean, it was just a game, I swear!
Now, what did she say?
Do you want me to play dead?
Is that what turns you on?
What?
Is that how you like it?
Wh-- No, Katherine. Katherine, what--
- What are-- - Did you enjoy it?
Shit.
What?
Did you enjoy it?
Excuse me?
Did you enjoy it?
- Hello, Martin. - Hi.
How are you?
I don't know.
Tell me, Martin. You did your rounds last night?
- Yeah, of course. Why? - Uh-huh.
Come with me.
What can you tell me about that?
I don't know.
- Paul. - I see a dead girl,
turned over on her stomach...
with her legs spread apart,
as though she's been sexually assaulted.
Now, the doctor tells me...
you're the only one that's been in here.
Cray?
You might want to have a look at this.
Martin, what can you tell me about the drops of semen over there?
I think someone's trying to frame me.
I'm just as confused as you are.
But the murder victim has played tricks twice now,
and you've been involved both times.
- Do you have any enemies? - Not that I know of.
Any debts? Old grudges? Angry drug dealers? Anything?
Wait a minute. There was someone.
This hooker,Joyce.
I-I went with her.
I see.
The girl down there was her friend.
She had to identify the body. The police must know her.
- Young girl. Redhead, skinny. - Yeah, right.
Yeah. I remember interviewing her.
What happened?
Well, first she called my house one night.
Then she went and saw my girlfriend...
and said I'd done a bunch of stuff that I never did.
Why would she want to do that?
How'd you meet her? It was through a friend. It was just a joke.
Friend? Which friend?
Just some guy--James. You know, it was supposed to be a joke.
So many things are. What's your friend's full name?
James Christian Galman.
- Martin. - Yeah?
If all this is what I think it is,
there's someone very dangerous standing right behind you in the dark,
breathing down your neck.
And maybe you've unwittingly become his link toJoyce.
What do you mean, "his link"?
I think the murderer wants the murder to be exposed.
- I still don't get it. - Well, I think he wants to stop.
I think he's tired of killing.
Wants to be free.
But he won't be free as long as we're looking for him.
And how long will we continue looking for him?
Till we catch the killer.
So what's the solution to his dilemma?
Get somebody else caught in his place.
He chooses a new victim,
and then he makes someone else look guilty when he kills her.
He's already gained Joyce's trust.
Now all he needs to do is find her "killer."
Her killer?
No, this is too absurd.
Why does Joyce suddenly call you?
Why does she go see your girlfriend?
Think about all that's been happening in here.
Think about that doctor that looks at you without doubt in his mind.
Even Deputy Inspector Bill is starting to suspect you.
No, you can't be serious.
Don't worry, Martin. I know it's not you.
It has to be someone that knows his way around here.
Okay? So, what about the old night watchman?
I'll look into it.
What about the semen down in the morgue?
What about it?
Yes, well, the lab is gonna analyze it,
but in the meantime, can we have a sample from you?
Martin, it's Joyce.
I need to see you.
It's im-important.
There are some things I need to tell you...
that I couldn't tell you the other night.
I need to see you in person,
tonight at 8:00.
Excuse me?
My address is 92 48 Second Street,
- number 3 22. - Excuse me!
Fuck this!
He wasn't at home. It was the answering machine.
Hey, buddy.
How ya doin'?
What's the matter with you?
What are you doing with Joyce?
- What? - The police can't find the murderer.
Someone raped one of the victims.
- Someone threatenedJoyce. - Shit.
- So, they know who it is? - They have a suspect.
- Who is it? - The wrong guy, I guess.
I guess they got the wrong guy.
Ya wanna narrow that down just a little bit? Which wrong guy is it?
It's me.
You?
They think it's you?
Oh, boy!
Boy, they got the wrong guy.
I'll just ask you this once, okay?
And then I'll just walk away and then I'll just forget all about it, okay?
Okay.
Is it you?
Martin!
Oh, come on. Martin!
Do you know--
I've always wanted to go there.
Hello?
Spine?
Martin, it's Joyce. I need to see you.
It's im-important.
There are some things I need to tell you...
that I couldn't tell you the other night.
I need to see you in person, tonight at 8:00.
My address is 92 48 Second Street,
number 3 22.
Damn! What if you wouldn't have gotten out of there?
Can you imagine what he would--
Katherine, we have to call the police.
We can't let her just lie there.
They found her.
A 17-year-old girl was found dead this evening,
the third in as many weeks, and the sixth in the last two months.
We have all the evidence we need. We'll have closure very soon.
Yeah, I'd like to speak to the duty doctor.
One moment.
- Hello? - Yeah, hello.
This is Martin Bells. You know, the screwed-up kid from Forensics.
-Joyce asked me to say hello. - Who?
Joyce--your playmate.
Listen. I have personally asked for your removal.
- Go home. - Well, I thought you'd want me to stay.
Go and see a psychiatrist.
Do you think I'm a psychopath?
Well, you wouldn't be the first night watchman who was.
"The first."
Deputy Inspector Bill Davies, Homicide.
- I'd like to speak to Martin Bells, please. - Yeah, well, Martin's not here.
I'm afraid we don't know where he is.
- Hello. - Yeah, hi. It's me.
Martin,Joyce has been murdered.
The cops are here looking for you right now.
- I'm going over there. - I'm afraid that's too dangerous.
- He didn't do it! - Keep your ears open. I'm gonna try something.
Martin is not a murderer.
We don't make up the evidence.
He's a suspect because weird things happened at work?
Listen. She exposed him herself, okay?
- She wrote his name. - What did she write?
- His name. - Yeah, but what name?
- Martin. - No. No. We changed the names.
Joyce thought he was James, so if it was him, she would have written "James. "
Well, that makes you our prime suspect then, doesn't it? This is ridiculous.
No. There was no name.
What?
- Katherine was there. - You were there?
- When? - There was a lot of blood.
But there was no name.
And the murderer...
was still there.
What?
Katherine.
Hello.
Yeah, hello? This is Martin Bells--
The new-- n-new-- new night watchman.
You showed me around here.
You know what time it is?
Inspector Cray, please. Well, where'd he go?
The hospital? Alone?
You remember the story you told me about the night watchman who did it with-- You know.
- W-What year was it? - The guy with the corpses?
- Yeah. Yeah. - Before I started, in the late '60s.
- Do you remember his name? - No.
And what happened to him?
- Nothin'. - What?
The embarrassment. The hospital couldn't press charges.
No. I guess he's out there somewhere.
Where is she?
Cray.
Hello?
Martin, it's Inspector Cray.
We have a situation here.
- Yeah? -Joyce has been murdered.
Oh.
We have to talk.
Well, I'll, uh-- I'll come down to the station.
We really have to get to the bottom of this.
I think it might be better if I pick you up.
Martin?
- Are you still there? - I-I'd prefer to come down to the station.
I'll come and get you.
Tell me something, Martin. Are you still gonna maintain your innocence?
- Yeah. - Who else could it be, Martin?
The killing has to stop, Martin. Don't you want it to stop?
Maybe I could talk to Deputy Inspector Bill.
Why wouldn't you want to talk to me?
You're under arrest, Martin.
Would you please put this on your desk?
We have all the time in the world...
to wait for your confession, Martin.
All the time in the world.
I want you to do me a favor, Martin.
Hit me.
- What? - Come on, come on.
Hit me.
How much more can you take?
You know what they're going to do to you, Martin?
They're going to snuff you out, like a bug...
hitting a windshield.
You're going to die anyway, Martin.
Don't you know that you're going to die?
Now, come on, Martin. You've got to do something.
Protect yourself. Save yourself.
Martin, this is your last chance.
Do something! Or I'll take your girlfriend's eyes.
Martin?
Martin!
He's gone mad! Get in the hall! Get in the hall!
No!
No! Katherine!
No!
I shouldn't be telling you this,
but she wrote his name before she died.
I know. Deputy Inspector Bill told me.
Deputy Inspector Bill told you?
That's highly unorthodox.
Ahhh!
I'm very glad you told me this.
This changes everything.
All right, let's go through this one more time.
Why didn't you call from Joyce's apartment?
'Cause the murderer was still there.
The murderer was still there?
She was already dead.
She was already dead?
- She hadn't written anything, so-- - Yes?
Someone else must have written it.
Trying to frame Martin, right?
Trying to frame Martin? Yes.
Where are we?
Interesting theory.
What do we do now?
Katherine!
Martin, I'm waiting.
Martin!
- Martin! - Martin!
Hey, hey, I was worried about you.
- He knocked me out and escaped. - Something's wrong.
Nothing's wrong. Who's this?
This is James.
- Where's Katherine? - How should I know?
Her bike's outside. She must be in here somewhere.
Well, she's not in here. He, uh--
He probably took her with him.
Martin!
Help us!
Listen, take him to the station.
I'll take one last look atJoyce. I'll meet you there.
Wait a minute. Why would they try to escape?
Take it easy.
Handcuff him.
What?
You're under arrest for suspicion of murder.
I don't understand this. This is bullshit.
You have some doubts too. Tell him!
Doubts?
Doubts about what, Deputy Inspector Bill?
Nothing.
I don't like it when you keep things from me, Deputy Inspector Bill.
I've always encouraged you to have your own ideas...
and share them, haven't I?
Yeah. It's nothing. He's babbling.
You said you felt something was wrong.
Well, something is definitely wrong.
Take him away.
No!
- No!
Have you ever been killed before?
I'll be back in a minute.
No!
No. No. No.
Oh, my God!
This just doesn't happen. It's not happening.
Cray, why are you doing this?
What the hell are you doing?
Stop asking for the how and why, Martin.
Does it hurt?
Let's grow old together.
Yeah.
Let's get older.
There's a challenge.
James, we're gonna take a little ride now, all right?
Keep that up. Can you walk?