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That fool. That damn fool. | Oh mah baby Luke. |
Excuse me, but would you mind explaining why you're watching the lady upstairs? | None of your fucking business. |
Oh, God. I must have looked horrible. | No, dear. You're at your best with a bag in front of your face. |
No, dear. You're at your best with a bag in front of your face. | I want to die. |
I want to die. | I wouldn't. He'll be back. If you want him. The cute brutal type with handcuffs. Very sexy. |
What? What'd I do? | Reminded me that I used to be attractive. That men used to want me... |
Reminded me that I used to be attractive. That men used to want me... | You <u>slut</u>! No sexy young cop for you unless you shampoo your hair. |
You bastard! | But </u>alive</u>! |
Who are you? | Inspector Halloran. Homicide. You were supposed to contact a Peter Kurten? |
Inspector Halloran. Homicide. You were supposed to contact a Peter Kurten? | I was? How you spell that? |
I was? How you spell that? | Cut the crap. You got a sheet the length of my arm... |
Cut the crap. You got a sheet the length of my arm... | I never hurt nobody... |
I never hurt nobody... | Shut up -- I'm talking. You got felony breaking and entering, burglary, felonious... |
Shut up -- I'm talking. You got felony breaking and entering, burglary, felonious... | I never carried a gun! |
Then you get your ass outta here, I don't wanta see you again... | I brought a present for the lady, there. I'm looking for her, to give her the present... |
I brought a present for the lady, there. I'm looking for her, to give her the present... | You break into her apartment to deliver a gift? Where is it? |
You break into her apartment to deliver a gift? Where is it? | The door was open, swear to God, I'm just looking for her when you come charging up the stairs... |
The door was open, swear to God, I'm just looking for her when you come charging up the stairs... | Where is it? |
Where is it? | I'm trying to tell you. It's on the lady's pillow... |
I'll look for it, Daryll Lee. | Bet you never figured I'd follow in your footsteps. It's real well- written. You should read it -- you're in it. |
Bet you never figured I'd follow in your footsteps. It's real well- written. You should read it -- you're in it. | I will. I'll call you, Daryll, and talk to you about it after I've read it. Right now I have a question... Peter Kurten. |
I will. I'll call you, Daryll, and talk to you about it after I've read it. Right now I have a question... Peter Kurten. | Kurten! Is he bothering you? I told that son I'd send him what he wanted if he leave you alone. |
Kurten! Is he bothering you? I told that son I'd send him what he wanted if he leave you alone. | Ah ha. What did he want? |
Ah ha. What did he want? | Something personal. Is he bothering you? |
Something personal. Is he bothering you? | I don't know. I'd like to know where he is. |
I don't know. I'd like to know where he is. | Listen, you want my advice? Steer clear. He's writing me he's gonna finish 'my unfinished symphony.' He's gonna give me $550 for some of my cum, he says he's in a position to see that I will be immortal if he has some of my spunk. I'm offended. Right away I smell <u>freak</u>. Writin' about him and me and <u>you</... |
Listen, you want my advice? Steer clear. He's writing me he's gonna finish 'my unfinished symphony.' He's gonna give me $550 for some of my cum, he says he's in a position to see that I will be immortal if he has some of my spunk. I'm offended. Right away I smell <u>freak</u>. Writin' about him and me and <u>you</... | I think whatever is best for you, Daryll. And maybe you're right, that's the place. |
I think whatever is best for you, Daryll. And maybe you're right, that's the place. | You come and visit. |
You come and visit. | Where did you send the message to Peter Kurten? |
Where did you send the message to Peter Kurten? | Damn! I gave that to Conrad, too! That guy! I told Conrad deliver to Kurten and keep the 500 bucks in return for getting my book to you. |
How was Conrad supposed to find Kurten? | Conrad has the phone number. Conrad, where is he? |
Conrad has the phone number. Conrad, where is he? | In jail. |
In jail. | That Klutz. They send him back here, I'll kick his ass good. |
For God's sake Peter, leave her out of it. You don't want her, you want me. | I need her; she's a cop. I have to kill a cop, and then... |
I need her; she's a cop. I have to kill a cop, and then... | You've been perfect. Don't spoil the symmetry -- you have to have a male cop. |
You've been perfect. Don't spoil the symmetry -- you have to have a male cop. | I don't care -- she's a cop. That's the important thing. Cop-ness, not sex-ness. It won't be perfect, but it'll be good. |
That's amazing. A whole new book, thought up in a minute. Very good. All I know how t do is get up, take a shower, and go to work. Hope, if he does another I'll nail the son of bitch, and they'll spell my name right in the newspaper. Where is Andy going? | He's going home. He slept over because I was a little anxious... |
He's going home. He slept over because I was a little anxious... | I want a guard on you. I'm worried about leaving you alone. |
Who turned off the Internet computer... | I turned it off. It's like an open window he can climb right in... |
I turned it off. It's like an open window he can climb right in... | He comes in the window, we maybe grab him. Where's the on-switch? |
He comes in the window, we maybe grab him. Where's the on-switch? | Have you got a warrant? Get the hell out o here! This is the <u>only space I have left in the</u> <u>world</u>! Why can't you leave me out of it? |
Have you got a warrant? Get the hell out o here! This is the <u>only space I have left in the</u> <u>world</u>! Why can't you leave me out of it? | Helen -- the killer directly contacted you. His interest in you is <u>intense</u>. I'm worried about you. I don't want to lose you. I know this stirs up every monster under the bed, but this is the only direct contact we have with him. The only chance we have to trap him. So, you can turn Internet back on, or I do,... |
Helen -- the killer directly contacted you. His interest in you is <u>intense</u>. I'm worried about you. I don't want to lose you. I know this stirs up every monster under the bed, but this is the only direct contact we have with him. The only chance we have to trap him. So, you can turn Internet back on, or I do,... | That little Winona Ryder manner... you're more convincing as Clint Eastwood. |
That little Winona Ryder manner... you're more convincing as Clint Eastwood. | Clint is putting a guard on you. But if you swear to leave the computer on, Winona will assign him to the hall outside. |
They put Merry <u>Saks</u> on it?! | He said to send you his regards and to tell you that the Bureau holds you in the highest esteem. |
He said to send you his regards and to tell you that the Bureau holds you in the highest esteem. | What I can't believe is that in an earlier life I slept with him! Christ! Any God that loved his people would give women a rewind on their life and an erase button. Just give me a minute here. The letter is addressed to me... You don't feel fear, do you? You're young. You feel like you'll live forever. How wonder... |
What I can't believe is that in an earlier life I slept with him! Christ! Any God that loved his people would give women a rewind on their life and an erase button. Just give me a minute here. The letter is addressed to me... You don't feel fear, do you? You're young. You feel like you'll live forever. How wonder... | I put my ass on the line, giving you that. |
I put my ass on the line, giving you that. | They weren't going to show it to me?! The arrogance! It's my <u>life</u>! |
They weren't going to show it to me?! The arrogance! It's my <u>life</u>! | It's also the major piece of evidence, and it makes you a key part of his plan. You can't run away from it anymore. Look at the order he's doing them... He did three as the Boston Strangler just to tell us a copycat serial killer was at work. Then he did one like the Hillside Strang- ler. And then one as Son of Sam... |
It's also the major piece of evidence, and it makes you a key part of his plan. You can't run away from it anymore. Look at the order he's doing them... He did three as the Boston Strangler just to tell us a copycat serial killer was at work. Then he did one like the Hillside Strang- ler. And then one as Son of Sam... | It's not chronological: Son of Sam was before Hillside. |
Let's speed up the game plan... call all the living serials to ask if they've had contact with a Peter Kurten. We could use some help on the phones... | They're not talking to me. Saks looks right through me. I ask him for some bodies, for the phones -- he's so encouraging: "you make that <u>your</u> little job." Condescending bastard. Helen, on your lists to call is San Quentin. Daryll Lee Cullum? |
They're not talking to me. Saks looks right through me. I ask him for some bodies, for the phones -- he's so encouraging: "you make that <u>your</u> little job." Condescending bastard. Helen, on your lists to call is San Quentin. Daryll Lee Cullum? | You do that one, I don't want it... |
How many do you need to sleep. Really sheep? | W-We had a fight. I called him... called him a name... |
W-We had a fight. I called him... called him a name... | Christ, Helen. The first time, we're ahead of the son of a bitch! I can't leave you like this -- and there's no time. Knock yourself out. |
Helen. I saw him die. I saw him burning on the basement stairs, he never reached the top. | They never kill themselves. How do you know it was him. You never met him. You never even saw a photograph... |
They never kill themselves. How do you know it was him. You never met him. You never even saw a photograph... | Helen -- let go. You've got to let go. |
Helen -- let go. You've got to let go. | He hasn't done Bundy. He's done every one of the others, hasn't he? If there are three dead Chi Omega college girls tomorrow, how will you feel? Go there. See if there could be any way for him to escape. |
He hasn't done Bundy. He's done every one of the others, hasn't he? If there are three dead Chi Omega college girls tomorrow, how will you feel? Go there. See if there could be any way for him to escape. | This has been the worst 48 hours of my life. I'm going home. I'm going to try to get drunk. |
This has been the worst 48 hours of my life. I'm going home. I'm going to try to get drunk. | If there's a one percent possibil- ity, can you live with yourself when he kills again? |
If there's a one percent possibil- ity, can you live with yourself when he kills again? | Oh, shut up, and don't be so damn self righteous. |
What am I wasting my time with this shit for? | Because it's your job, that's all. |
Because it's your job, that's all. | Not what I meant; why <u>me</u>? |
Not what I meant; why <u>me</u>? | Maybe it's something you did in this life, Nikko... |
Working late. You're a damn fool. | Oh, I know. |
Well, you outranked <u>me</u>, Nikko. | Yeah. And you used that. Used <u>me</u> |
Yeah. And you used that. Used <u>me</u> | Don't put yourself down like that. I <u>never</u> used you. I worked my way up like a marine grunt! |
Don't put yourself down like that. I <u>never</u> used you. I worked my way up like a marine grunt! | Yeah, you did that too. You earned what you got; don't shit on it, that's all I'm saying. |
Yeah, you did that too. You earned what you got; don't shit on it, that's all I'm saying. | God, you're cute when you're mad. |
Snotty neurotic bitch... | Classy madonna. |
Classy madonna. | Sure. She likes <u>you</u>, Rube. She likes the way you move. She sure as hell isn't in love with me. |
Sure. She likes <u>you</u>, Rube. She likes the way you move. She sure as hell isn't in love with me. | You came in there with this attitude... |
You came in there with this attitude... | Order Chinese for us and meet me the library? Anything but beef. |
You said you don't give a fuck and that's the beauty of a breakdown? This doesn't look like not giving a fuck, you know that? | Let's get out of here... |
Ruben, my God, I ought to put you on report. | You're right. I can't stand that bastard. Sorry. This is something new. Not the same guy, that's for sure. |
You're right. I can't stand that bastard. Sorry. This is something new. Not the same guy, that's for sure. | Yeah, everything's different. |
I tagged the goddamned stocking. It ain't lost. We're sequestering that evidence. That's the trap some son of a bitch is going to fall into... | Am I in charge of this thing? Or not. |
Am I in charge of this thing? Or not. | I said you were... |
So what have we got? | It's not the same guy. It should be a self-solver. No bow around the neck, left and body outdoors, completely different. The others were housewives, secretaries, he talked his way inside, killed them in their own living room or bed- or bathroom. This one didn't have a husband or a boyfriend, no family, temp waitres... |
It's not the same guy. It should be a self-solver. No bow around the neck, left and body outdoors, completely different. The others were housewives, secretaries, he talked his way inside, killed them in their own living room or bed- or bathroom. This one didn't have a husband or a boyfriend, no family, temp waitres... | Christ. How old are you? You sure you want to be in this line of work? |
Christ. How old are you? You sure you want to be in this line of work? | You're damn right I do. |
You're damn right I do. | Okay, now what about your sidekick punching my favorite detective? What the hell is going on? You got no discipline in your operation. |
Okay, now what about your sidekick punching my favorite detective? What the hell is going on? You got no discipline in your operation. | I'm sorry it had to come to your attention. I am dealing with it. |
He's not treating her right... | She left you, Nikko. She's not your responsibility. She takes very good care of herself. If she wants to romance the kid, it ain't your business. Your business is to snap out of it. |
She left you, Nikko. She's not your responsibility. She takes very good care of herself. If she wants to romance the kid, it ain't your business. Your business is to snap out of it. | We were together six years, sir! |
We were together six years, sir! | Don't give me six years! You never divorced Patty, did you? So what'd you expect from M.J.? |
Don't give me six years! You never divorced Patty, did you? So what'd you expect from M.J.? | She knows I'm Catholic! She never mentioned divorce! Not once! |
She knows I'm Catholic! She never mentioned divorce! Not once! | Then you shoulda known she wasn't buying. She was just long-term leasing' you. Ah, Nickie. Except for that rare twenty-second twitch, there ain't nothin' about sex I don't hate. But of course, I'm Irish. Plus I got <u>real</u> problems. I'm worried I might have to put you in over M.J. There's something going on h... |
Then you shoulda known she wasn't buying. She was just long-term leasing' you. Ah, Nickie. Except for that rare twenty-second twitch, there ain't nothin' about sex I don't hate. But of course, I'm Irish. Plus I got <u>real</u> problems. I'm worried I might have to put you in over M.J. There's something going on h... | I don't want the job. Don't do that to her. She's worked too damned hard for it. |
I don't want the job. Don't do that to her. She's worked too damned hard for it. | What's going down with the sting in Chinatown? That gonna be off your plate in a week or what? |
He must have tucked a lot of women in that huge car of his. It's like a bed on wheels. It must smell of semen... | It does. |
It does. | Do you find him attractive? |
Do you find him attractive? | He's very pale. Covered with scars. |
He's very pale. Covered with scars. | Would you like to tuck him, though? In that car? |
Would you like to tuck him, though? In that car? | No. But when he's in that car... |
No. But when he's in that car... | Have you seen his penis? |
Have you seen his penis? | I think it's badly scarred too. From a motorcycle accident. |
I think it's badly scarred too. From a motorcycle accident. | Is he circumcised? Can you imagine what his anus is like? Describe it to me. Would you like to sodomize him? Would you like to put your penis right into his anus, thrust it up his anus? Tell me, describe it to me. Tell me what you would do. How would you kiss him in that car? Describe how you'd reach over and unzip his... |
Please finish your story. | The junior pathologist at Ashford Hospital. Then the husband of a colleague of mine, then a trainee radiologist, then the service manager at my garage. |
The junior pathologist at Ashford Hospital. Then the husband of a colleague of mine, then a trainee radiologist, then the service manager at my garage. | And you had sex with all of these men in cars? Only in cars? |
And you had sex with all of these men in cars? Only in cars? | Yes. I didn't plan it that way. |
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