The Mean Season Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Mean Season Script


 

                   

[Car radio]

WELL, FOLKS,



 

                   

THE STORM THAT'S BEEN

BATTERING PUERTO RICO



 

                   

IS HEADING FOR MIAMI.



 

                   

IT'S PACKING WINDS

OF    MILES AN HOUR,



 

                   

SO BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES,

SOUTH FLORIDA.



 

                   

LOOKS LIKE THE MEAN SEASON

IS FINALLY HERE.



 

                   

COACH DON SHULA WELCOMED

A NEW CROP OF ROOKIES



 

                   

TO THE MIAMI DOLPHINS'



 

                   

FIRST TRAINING CAMP SESSION

OF THE YEAR.



  

                   

HI, MAL.



  

                   

HOW'S

IT GOING?



  

                   

HEY, JACK.



  

                   

HEY! HEY,

WELCOME BACK.



  

                   

HOW YOU DOING, JIM?



  

                   

HEY, PORTER.

HOW'S IT GOING?



  

                   

I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T

COMING BACK TILL MONDAY.



  

                   

TODAY'S FIGURES

CAUGHT EVERYONE BY SURPRISE,



  

                   

BUT SOME

PRIVATE ECONOMISTS...



  

                   

I DON'T THINK

I'M COMING BACK AT ALL.



  

                   

SAUL, HOW YOU DOING?



  

                   

MARY LOU.



  

                   

HI.



  

                   

WHAT, AREN'T YOU

GOING TO SAY ANYTHING?



  

                   

DON'T WANT TO INTRUDE.



  

                   

YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.



  

                   

HA HA!



  

                   

WHAT ARE YOU HACKING ON?



  

                   

MAN'S PET OCELOT

MAULED HIS WIFE.



  

                   

THAT SOUNDS GOOD.



  

                   

LOSE SOMETHING?



  

                   

A LITTLE ENTHUSIASM,



  

                   

AMBITION, DRIVE...



  

                   

TIME, MOSTLY.



  

                   

,

IT'S BROWN,

IT'S A LITTLE BOOK



  

                   

AND YOU KNOW

WHERE IT IS.



  

                   

I DO NOT.



  

                   

.

HE'S LEAVING AGAIN



  

                   

OH.

HE LIKED COLORADO.



  

                   

I LOVED IT.



  

                   

I LOVE THE NATURE

OF THEIR NEWS.



  

                   

[Kathy]

THIS IS TERRIFIC.



  

                   

NOLAN'S FINALLY GOING

TO KNOW HOW GOOD I AM.



  

                   

THAT'S WHY I WANT

TO QUIT, KATHY.



  

                   

THERE IT IS.



  

                   

HOW BUSY ARE YOU?



  

                   

FOUND A BODY SHOT IN THE HEAD

ON BAGGS BEACH.



  

                   

I CAN TELL HIM.



  

                   

GO WHILE

IT'S STILL NEWS.



  

                   

I JUST GOT HERE.



  

                   

GIVE IT TO HER.

I DON'T WANT IT.



  

                   

SHE'S ONLY BEEN

OUT OF SCHOOL   WEEKS.



  

                   

[Kathy]

THREE YEARS.



  

                   

YOU DON'T LISTEN.



  

                   

BILL,

I'M BURNED OUT HERE.



  

                   

YOU'RE IN A SLUMP.



  

                   

IT'S MORE THAN THAT.



  

                   

KATHY, IS THAT

THE WEEKENDER PIECE?



  

                   

YES.



  

                   

O

SAVE IT. STORM

OFF PUERTO RIC



  

                   

.

GOT UPGRADED

TO A HURRICANE



  

                   

HER NAME'S ANNIE.



  

                   

CAN I HAVE A MINUTE?



  

                   

I DON'T HAVE

A MINUTE.



  

                   

I'LL HAVE ONE

LATER. HERE.



  

                   

LATER.



  

                   

I CAN COUNT ON IT?



  

                   

HEY.



  

                   

PORTER'S

GOING WITH YOU.



  

                   

O.K., BILL.



  

                   

TRY AND GET

SOME GOOD STILLS

THIS TIME, ANDY.



  

                   

WHEN YOU GOING

TO HAVE SOMETHING, DOC?



  

                   

UM...TUESDAY,

PROBABLY.



  

                   

WE GOT A SOFTBALL GAME

SUNDAY. WANT TO PLAY?



  

                   

I DON'T KNOW.



  

                   

YOU O.K.? HEY.



  

                   

WHAT'S THE STORY?



  

                   

COME HERE.



  

                   

HOW WAS THE TRIP?



  

                   

NOT BAD.



  

                   

THE QUALITY OF OUR

LOCAL CRIME HASN'T

IMPROVED ANY.



  

                   

I HEAR THAT.



  

                   

WAS SHE RAPED,

MOLESTED, OR WHAT?



  

                   

HAD HER CLOTHES ON.

DOC, ANY ACTION?



  

                   

.

NOT LIKELY



  

                   

WHERE'S THAT JOGGER?



  

                   

IS HE THE GUY

I WANT TO TALK TO?



  

                   

OVER THERE.



  

                   

HI. MALCOLM ANDERSON,

JOURNAL.



  

                   

HOW ARE YOU?



  

                   

YOU RUN BY HERE

EVERY DAY?



  

                   

COUPLE TIMES A WEEK.



  

                   

UH-HUH.



  

                   

YOU MUST,



  

                   

MUST REALLY HAVE

SHARP EYES, 'CAUSE--



  

                   

NO, NO. I WAS RUNNING

ALONG THE BEACH,



  

                   

AND I JUST WALKED UP

THROUGH HERE,



  

                   

.

AND I ALMOST

STEPPED ON HER



  

                   

IF SOME KID FOUND THIS,



  

                   

IT REALLY COULD HAVE MESSED

HIM UP FOR A COUPLE YEARS.



   

                   

TALK TO YOU

LATER.



   

                   

YEAH,

I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT.



   

                   

I GOT A COUPLE OF KIDS.



   

                   

[Malcolm]

I NEED YOUR NAME.



   

                   

LISTEN,

I'D RATHER YOU WOULDN'T.



   

                   

I DON'T WANT

TO GET INVOLVED IN THIS.



   

                   

NO PROBLEM.

THANKS A LOT.



   

                   

[Car doors slam]



   

                   

NOTHING LIKE BLOOD,

SHIT, AND HOT WEATHER



   

                   

TO BRING OUT THE FLIES.



   

                   

ONE OF THESE DAYS,



   

                   

I JUST MIGHT CATCH YOU

IN A BAD MOOD.



   

                   

IT'S NOT GOOD

FOR YOUR HEALTH.



   

                   

COME ON.



   

                   

GIVE IT A REST.



   

                   

IS THIS

THE GIRL'S FATHER?



   

                   

MR. HOOKS?



   

                   

MR. HOOKS?

BLUE CAR, SIR.



   

                   

YOU TAKING HIM DOWN

TO MAKE THE I.D., RAY?



   

                   

K

YEAH. I DON'T THIN



   

                   

.

THE MOTHER'S

QUITE UP TO IT



   

                   

CAN I TALK TO HER?



   

                   

COME HERE.



   

                   

MRS. HOOKS?



   

                   

THIS IS

MALCOLM

ANDERSON



   

                   

FROM THE

JOURNAL.



   

                   

HOW DO YOU DO,

MA'AM?



   

                   

HE WOULDN'T

MIND STAYING

WITH YOU



   

                   

UNTIL

YOUR HUSBAND

CALLS.



   

                   

IS THAT

ALL RIGHT?



   

                   

YES.



   

                   

I THINK

IT'LL BE

A GOOD IDEA.



   

                   

THANKS, RAY.



   

                   

??[Soft music]



   

                   

[Malcolm]

I HAVE THE FEELING



   

                   

THAT SARAH'S REALLY

VERY POPULAR.



   

                   

SHE IS.



   

                   

I DON'T KNOW

WHAT SARAH'S GOING

TO WANT TO DO.



   

                   

I IMAGINE SHE'LL

FIND SOMETHING



   

                   

WHEN SHE'S

IN HIGH SCHOOL.



   

                   

THIS IS HER.



   

                   

SHE REALLY IS

VERY PRETTY.



   

                   

YOU MUST BE PROUD OF HER.



   

                   

AND...



   

                   

AND THAT'S

ALL WE HAVE NOW.



   

                   

[Telephone rings]



   

                   

[Ring]



   

                   

EXCUSE ME.



   

                   

[Ring]



   

                   

[Ring]



   

                   

HEL-HELLO.



   

                   

??[Sad music]



   

                   

[Camera shutter clicks]



   

                   

[Click]



   

                   

I'VE BEEN

WORKING BEHIND YOU

AT MY TERMINAL.



   

                   

IT'S GOOD.



   

                   

REALLY GOOD.



   

                   

NEEDS AN ENDING,

THOUGH.



   

                   

"THE TRAGIC VISION

OF MRS. HOOKS,



   

                   

"WHERE SNAPSHOTS

LAY..."



   

                   

DID YOU GET ONE

OF THOSE SNAPSHOTS?



   

                   

MAL?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

YOU'RE KIDDING ME,

RIGHT?



   

                   

DIDN'T THINK

IT WAS NECESSARY, BILL.



   

                   

THE WHOLE STORY

WORKS BECAUSE

OF THE SNAPSHOTS.



   

                   

SORRY.



   

                   

BETTER.



   

                   

ANDY, THANK YOU.



   

                   

RUN IT RIGHT DOWN,

WILL YOU?



   

                   

SO, YOU THINK

THIS WILL HOLD

YOUR INTEREST



   

                   

?

FOR A LITTLE WHILE



   

                   

O.K.?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

FORGOT TO PUT YOUR

NAME ON IT AGAIN.



   

                   

ONLY FIVE MINUTES

LATE.



   

                   

[Wind blowing]



   

                   

WAIT FOR ME!



   

                   

[Woman]  TRY WORKING ON IT

AT HOME TOMORROW.



   

                   

IT'S NOT REALLY

THAT HARD



   

                   

ONCE YOU GET

THE HANG OF IT.



   

                   

YOU'LL SEE.



   

                   

[Bell rings]



   

                   

ALL RIGHT, YOU GUYS.

THAT'S IT FOR TODAY.



   

                   

??[Soft music]



   

                   

[Child]

BYE.



   

                   

[Woman]

BYE-BYE.



   

                   

HELLO.



   

                   

HI.



   

                   

SHOULDN'T YOU BE

RUNNING ACROSS THE ROOM?



   

                   

IF I TRIPPED AND FELL,

I'D BE HUMILIATED.



   

                   

AND I'D BE HYSTERICAL.



   

                   

I MISSED YOU.



   

                   

I MISSED YOU, TOO.



   

                   

SO, WHEN DID YOU GET IN?



   

                   

.

EARLY.

I TOOK THE RED-EYE



   

                   

AND YOU WENT

RIGHT BY THE PAPER.



   

                   

TO QUIT.



   

                   

BUT YOU DIDN'T.



   

                   

THE TIMING

WASN'T RIGHT.



   

                   

I'M WORKING ON IT,

THOUGH.



   

                   

YOU COULD HAVE CALLED.

I WAS STILL HOME.



   

                   

I KNOW,



   

                   

BUT I WANTED TO GET

AT NOLAN RIGHT AWAY.



   

                   

I'D LIKE TO HEAR

ABOUT THAT.



   

                   

IN A MINUTE.



   

                   

YOUR MOM.



   

                   

??[Soft music continues]



   

                   

[Christine] YOU SURE YOU DON'T

HAVE ANY DOUBTS, MALCOLM?



   

                   

[Malcolm] WHAT GIVES

YOU THAT IDEA?



   

                   

I JUST WANT YOU TO BE

SURE ABOUT COLORADO.



   

                   

I MEAN, RUNNING

THE GREELEY TRIBUNE



   

                   

WILL NEVER BE LIKE A JOB

AT THE NEW YORK TIMES.



   

                   

.

I TOLD YOU



   

                   

I LIKE THE TOWN.

I LIKE THE PAPER.



   

                   

I EVEN LIKE

YOUR PARENTS.



   

                   

BUT YOU DIDN'T TELL

NOLAN YOU'RE QUITTING.



   

                   

I HAD TO GO COVER

THAT MURDER.



   

                   

I'LL TELL HIM

IN THE MORNING,



   

                   

SOON AS I WALK

IN THE DOOR.



   

                   

REALLY?



   

                   

PROMISE.



   

                   

[Nolan]

IT'S GOOD WORK, MAL.



   

                   

COMPETITION

DIDN'T DO SO WELL.



   

                   

THOUGHT ABOUT A FOLLOW-UP?



   

                   

YEAH.



   

                   

"FEAR STALKS

QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD



   

                   

"

"IN WAKE OF

TEENAGER'S MURDER.



   

                   

MALCOLM, YOU HAVEN'T

BEEN AT THIS LONG ENOUGH



   

                   

TO BE AS BURNED OUT

AS YOU LIKE TO THINK

YOU ARE.



   

                   

I'VE DONE IT, BILL.



   

                   

EIGHT YEARS.

I'VE DONE IT TO DEATH.



   

                   

WHAT? WHAT THE HELL

DOES THAT MEAN?



   

                   

WHAT DO Y--

WHAT DO YOU WANT?



   

                   

I DON'T KNOW.



   

                   

JUST WANT WATERGATE,

RIGHT?



   

                   

I DON'T WANT TO SEE

MY NAME IN THE PAPER



   

                   

.

NEXT TO PICTURES

OF DEAD BODIES ANYMORE



   

                   

REPORTERS REPORT,



   

                   

WHICH HAPPENS TO BE

THE ONE THING



   

                   

YOU DO REALLY WELL.



   

                   

I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU



   

                   

TO SOME SMALL-TOWN PAPER

IN COLORADO, MAL.



   

                   

I APPRECIATE IT, BILL.



   

                   

MAL, WE'RE NOT

THE MANUFACTURER.



   

                   

WE RETAIL.



   

                   

NEWS GETS MADE

SOMEWHERE ELSE.



   

                   

WE JUST SELL IT.



   

                   

??[Scary music]



   

                   

MALCOLM?



   

                   

AAH!



   

                   

.

HONEY. HONEY, WAIT



   

                   

HONEY.



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

AH--WAIT!



   

                   

I'M GLAD YOU STOPPED BY.



   

                   

I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU.



   

                   

HONEY, DID YOU

GET MY OTHER SUIT



   

                   

OUT OF THE CLEANER'S?



   

                   

WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?

I'M SERIOUS.



   

                   

OH.



   

                   

ALL RIGHT.



   

                   

THIS IS SERIOUS.

WHAT?



   

                   

NOW, IF WE'RE

REALLY GOING TO MOVE,



   

                   

I'VE GOT TO TELL

THE SCHOOL



   

                   

SO THEY CAN PLAN

FOR SEPTEMBER.



   

                   

TELL THEM.



   

                   

REALLY?



   

                   

REALLY.



   

                   

YOU SHOULD BE SLAPPED.



   

                   

YOU SHOULDN'T

SCARE ME LIKE THAT.



   

                   

I HATE THAT!



   

                   

OH, GOD. WHAT A DAY.



   

                   

BILL,

I WANT TO TALK.



   

                   

MALCOLM,

TELEPHONE'S FOR YOU.



   

                   

TELL THEM

I'LL CALL BACK.



   

                   

I AM NOT

YOUR SECRETARY.



   

                   

FIVE SECONDS?



   

                   

I'LL BE THERE.



   

                   

ANDERSON.



   

                   

[Man]

HELLO. 



   

                   

YEAH, HELLO.



   

                   

LISTEN,



   

                   

I'VE BEEN READING

YOUR STORIES



   

                   

ABOUT THE MURDER

OF THE YOUNG GIRL.



   

                   

UM, WELL-WRITTEN.



   

                   

I MEAN, THEY SEEM

VERY ACCURATE.



   

                   

WELL,

I APPRECIATE THE CALL,



   

                   

AND I AM KIND OF BUSY

RIGHT NOW.



   

                   

[The man] I HAVE

A SPECIAL INTEREST

IN YOUR STORIES.



   

                   

I SEE.

WHY IS THAT?



   

                   

BECAUSE IT WAS ME.



   

                   

I KILLED HER.



   

                   

??[Suspenseful music]



   

                   

WHO IS THIS?



   

                   

[Laughs]



   

                   

YOU DON'T REALLY

EXPECT ME TO ANSWER

THAT, DO YOU?



   

                   

IT DEPENDS ON

WHY YOU CALLED.



   

                   

I GET    CALLS LIKE THIS

EVERY DAY--



   

                   

PEOPLE CLAIMING

RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANYTHING.



   

                   

WHAT MAKES YOU

SO DIFFERENT?



   

                   

UH...



   

                   

I CALLED



   

                   

.

BECAUSE

I WANT TO HELP YOU



   

                   

HOW COULD YOU HELP ME?



   

                   

HER RIGHT REAR POCKET.



   

                   

WAS THERE SOMETHING IN IT?



   

                   

UM... 



   

                   

I HOPE 

YOU'RE AS BRIGHT



   

                   

AS I ASSUMED

YOU WERE. 



   

                   

UM...



   

                   

LISTEN.



   

                   

CAN YOU BE

AT YOUR PHONE



   

                   

AT, SAY,  :  ?



   

                   

[Crackle]



   

                   

HELLO?



   

                   

[Dial tone]



   

                   

HEY, RAY.



   

                   

SO, YOU GUYS

DECIDED



   

                   

?

TO HOLD OU

T ON ME, HUH



   

                   

WHAT DO YOU WANT?



   

                   

WE GOT A COURT APPEARANCE.

MAKE IT FAST.



   

                   

DID YOU

LOOK THROUGH

HER CLOTHES?



   

                   

WHAT DID

YOU FIND?



   

                   

NONE OF YOUR

FUCKING BUSINESS.



   

                   

JUST THOUGHT

YOU MIGHT HAVE

FOUND SOMETHING



   

                   

IN HER RIGHT

REAR POCKET.



   

                   

WE DID--LINT.



   

                   

TAKE IT EASY.



   

                   

WAIT A SECOND.



   

                   

MALCOLM, HOLD ON.



   

                   

HOW DO YOU KNOW?



   

                   

HE CALLED ME.



   

                   

WHO CALLED YOU?

THE KILLER.



   

                   

SHIT.



   

                   

COME HERE.



   

                   

HE SAYS THE KILLER

CALLED HIM.



   

                   

BULLSHIT.



   

                   

WHAT DID HE SAY?

WHAT DID HE SOUND LIKE?



   

                   

HE SAID HE

LEFT SOMETHING

IN HER POCKET.



   

                   

DIDN'T SOUND

LIKE ANYTHING.



   

                   

I'M TRYING

TO FIND OUT.



   

                   

WAS HE WHITE,

BLACK, ORIENTAL--



   

                   

WHITE,

PROBABLY.



   

                   

HOW OLD?



   

                   

OVER   .



   

                   

DID HE SAY

HE WAS GOING TO CALL AGAIN?



   

                   

WHAT DID YOU

FIND?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

TAKE IT EASY.



   

                   

HOLD ON.



   

                   

WE GOT TO TELL HIM

WHAT WE GOT.



   

                   

[Man] NO. HE'LL

JUST STIR IT UP.



   

                   

[Ray] HE'S GOT NO REASON

TO LIE TO US.



   

                   

IT'LL BE O.K.



   

                   

THIS IS NOT

FOR PUBLICATION.



   

                   

YOU KNOW ME BETTER

THAN THAT.



   

                   

I JUST WANT TO KNOW

WHAT IT'S ABOUT.



   

                   

THERE WAS

A NOTE.



   

                   

WHAT DID IT SAY?



   

                   

RAYMOND.



   

                   

"NUMBER ONE."



   

                   

NOW, DON'T GO

CRAZY ON THIS.



   

                   

??[Scary music]



   

                   

IF THIS IS THE SAME GUY,



   

                   

YOU'LL WANT

TO TALK TO ME.



   

                   

?

WAIT! WHAT HAV

E YOU GOT FOR US



   

                   

NOTHING.



   

                   

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?



   

                   

CALL ME WHEN

YOU GET OUT OF HERE.



   

                   

DON'T JUMP

TO ANY CONCLUSIONS!



   

                   

HEY, COME ON, GUYS.

WHAT--



   

                   

DOESN'T ANYBODY HAVE

ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?



   

                   

[Ring]



   

                   

[Ring]



   

                   

ANDERSON.



   

                   

[Man]

AFRAID I WOULDN'T CALL?



   

                   

I WASN'T CERTAIN.



   

                   

CERTAINTY,

I HAVE LEARNED,



   

                   

IS SOMETHING THE WORLD

IS IN VERY SHORT SUPPLY OF.



   

                   

DID YOU CALL

AND TALK TO THE POLICE?



   

                   

YES.



   

                   

AND WHAT DID THEY SAY?



   

                   

THERE WAS SOMETHING

IN HER POCKET.



   

                   

SUPPOSE YOU TELL ME

WHAT IT WAS.



   

                   

AH, A TRUE SKEPTIC.



   

                   

NOTEPAPER. FOLDED ONCE.



   

                   

TWO WORDS.



   

                   

"NUMBER ONE."



   

                   

THERE'S GOING TO BE

A NUMBER TWO?



   

                   

AND A THREE

AND A FOUR AND A FIVE.



   

                   

WHY?



   

                   

IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THAT.



   

                   

YOU'RE DOING THIS

ON SOME KIND OF SCHEDULE?



   

                   

SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES.



   

                   

AND YOU ALREADY

KNOW WHO THEY ARE?



   

                   

I KNOW

WHAT THEY ARE.



   

                   

AH...



   

                   

THREE WOMEN AND TWO MEN.



   

                   

I JUST MIGHT NOT

PRINT THIS.



   

                   

THEN YOU WILL BE MISSING

A WONDERFUL OPPORTUNITY.



   

                   

I'LL CALL SOMEONE ELSE.



   

                   

LOOK.



   

                   

YOU'RE GOING TO BE

MY CONDUIT TO THE PUBLIC.



   

                   

TELL ME ABOUT IT.



   

                   

LOOK,

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW.



   

                   

WE'LL TALK AGAIN

AFTER NUMBER TWO.



   

                   

[Hangs up]



   

                   

[Dial tone]



   

                   

[Camera clicking]



   

                   

THIS IS THE ONE YOU'VE

BEEN WAITING FOR, MAL.



   

                   

FABULOUS!



   

                   

I'M NOT SURE THIS

STORY WILL DO US



   

                   

OR ANYBODY ELSE

ANY GOOD.



   

                   

THERE'S NO WAY

OF SEEING



   

                   

WHERE THIS THING

COULD GO.



   

                   

IT COULD TAKE

SOME KIND OF TWIST.



   

                   

WE COULD

LOOK NEGLIGENT.



   

                   

[Jacoby] THE CHANCE

OF LIABILITY?



   

                   

HE DIDN'T CALL THE PAPER.

HE CALLED ME.



   

                   

MR. JACOBY...



   

                   

I THINK

WE HAVE A CHANCE,



   

                   

LET ALONE THE OBLIGATION,



   

                   

TO DO A PIECE ON A SOCIOPATH

WHO'S STILL OUT THERE.



   

                   

HE'S STILL A THREAT.



   

                   

,

THAT'S--THAT'S

OUR RESPONSIBILITY



   

                   

ISN'T IT?



   

                   

THIS STORY'S

GOING TO SELL



   

                   

A HELL OF A LOT

OF NEWSPAPERS

FOR SOMEBODY.



   

                   

LEGALLY,



   

                   

HOW FAR COULD

OUR ASSES BE

HANGING OUT?



   

                   

DID YOU TELL HIM



   

                   

YOU'D TRY TO PROTECT

HIS IDENTITY IN ANY WAY?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

DID YOU IMPLY

YOUR CONVERSATION



   

                   

WAS OFF THE RECORD

OR CONFIDENTIAL?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

MAKE THEM

COMFORTABLE.



   

                   

WELL, WE

HAVE THREE



   

                   

IMPATIENT

COPS OUTSIDE.



   

                   

OH, LOVELY.



   

                   

CAN WE GO

TALK TO THEM?



   

                   

I THINK

WE BETTER.



   

                   

GO AHEAD.



   

                   

THANK YOU.



   

                   

HOW MANY TIMES

HAS HE CALLED?



   

                   

TWICE.



   

                   

WE WANT A STATEMENT

FROM ANDERSON



   

                   

AND TO LOOK

AT HIS NOTES.



   

                   

YOU KNOW BETTER

THAN THAT.



   

                   

BILL,

WE'VE GOT A GUY



   

                   

WHO'S ANNOUNCED

HE'S GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.



   

                   

WE'D LIKE

YOUR COOPERATION,



   

                   

BUT IF WE HAVE TO,

WE'LL GET A SUBPOENA.



   

                   

WHAT HAPPENED

TO FREEDOM

OF THE PRESS?



   

                   

YOU'RE ABUSING

THE PRIVILEGE.



   

                   

THAT'S YOUR

OPINION.



   

                   

IF WE DON'T WRITE

ABOUT THESE GUYS,



   

                   

AND GET THE PUBLIC

INVOLVED,



   

                   

YOU'LL NEVER GET THEM.



   

                   

WE'LL TAKE CARE

OF OUR END.



   

                   

JOHN, WE CAN'T

BE REQUIRED



   

                   

TO TURN OVER

THE NOTES



   

                   

BY YOU

OR THE STATE'S

ATTORNEY.



   

                   

I'LL TELL YOU

WHAT I KNOW.



   

                   

IF THIS SON OF A BITCH

KILLS SOMEBODY ELSE,



   

                   

I'LL TELL THE POST

YOU HELD BACK

INFORMATION



   

                   

THAT COULD HAVE

PREVENTED IT.



   

                   

WE DIDN'T SAY WE WEREN'T

GOING TO COOPERATE.



   

                   

WE WANT AN ARRANGEMENT

THAT WE CAN ALL LIVE WITH.



   

                   

HOW ABOUT A TAP

ON ANDERSON'S PHONE?



   

                   

NO WAY.



   

                   

YOU WON'T

NEED IT.



   

                   

WE'LL GIVE YOU TAPES

OF THE CONVERSATIONS.



   

                   

WHAT'S

THE DEAL

HERE?



   

                   

YOU GIVE US

WHATEVER

YOU GET



   

                   

EXCLUSIVELY,



   

                   

   HOURS

BEFORE



   

                   

THE OTHER

NEWSPAPERS.



   

                   

NO. WE'VE ALL GOT

OUR RELATIONSHIPS

TO MAINTAIN.



   

                   

  HOURS.



   

                   

  .



   

                   

  .



   

                   

SOLD.



   

                   

??[Dramatic music]



   

                   

[Malcolm on tape]

I JUST MIGHT NOT PRINT THIS.



   

                   

[Killer on tape]

THEN YOU WILL BE MISSING

A WONDERFUL OPPORTUNITY.



   

                   

I'LL CALL SOMEONE ELSE.



   

                   

LOOK.



   

                   

YOU ARE GOING TO BE

MY CONDUIT TO THE PUBLIC.



   

                   

THERE MUST BE SOME KIND

OF PROFILE HERE, DOC.



   

                   

WE NEED SOMETHING

TO NARROW THIS GUY DOWN.



   

                   

I'M NOT A MIND READER.

I'M A SHRINK.



   

                   

I CAN'T TELL ANYTHING



   

                   

.

FROM ONE SHORT,

TAPED CONVERSATION



   

                   

BUT ISN'T THERE

SOMETHING



   

                   

ANDERSON

COULD DO



   

                   

TO KEEP

THE BASTARD

TALKING LONGER



   

                   

DRAW HIM OUT?



   

                   

I THINK YOU'RE DOING

THE RIGHT THINGS

INTUITIVELY.



   

                   

LISTEN TO HIM.



   

                   

WHEN HE'S UNCLEAR,

ASK QUESTIONS.



   

                   

I WOULDN'T

BE JUDGMENTAL,



   

                   

AND I WOULDN'T PUS

H HIM INTO GIVING MORE



   

                   

THAN WHAT HE WANTS

TO GIVE.



   

                   

BE PATIENT.



   

                   

BE A FRIEND.



   

                   

[Car door shuts]



   

                   

HEY, STEVE.

WHAT ARE YOU GUYS

DOING OUT HERE?



   

                   

GIVE US A BREAK.



   

                   

THE MAN YOU

TALKED TO--

THE KILLER.



   

                   

DID THE KILLER

INDICATE WHEN HE

WOULD CALL NEXT?



   

                   

ANY SPECIFICS

AT ALL, MAL?



   

                   

.

HE WASN'T SPECIFIC



   

                   

HE DIDN'T

SAY ANYTHING



   

                   

THAT WOULD NARROW

IT DOWN, GUYS.



   

                   

HOW LONG DID YOU

TALK TO HIM, MAL?



   

                   

   MINUTES?

HOW LONG WAS IT?



   

                   

HOW LONG WAS

YOUR CONVERSATION?



   

                   

NEITHER ONE WAS MORE

THAN A COUPLE OF MINUTES.



   

                   

EVERYTHING I KNOW

IS IN THE PAPER.



   

                   

ARE YOU GOING TO

BE ABLE TO LIVE

WITH YOURSELF?



   

                   

[Asking questions]



   

                   

]

??[Television news theme music



   

                   

SO FAR, 

MALCOLM ANDERSON,



   

                   

A JOURNALIST WITH

THE MIAMI JOURNAL,



   

                   

IS THE ONLY PERSON

TO HAVE BEEN CONTACTED



   

                   

BY THE KILLER

OF SARAH HOOKS,



   

                   

THE GIRL FOUND MURDERED

ON BILL BAGGS BEACH.



   

                   

ANDERSON HAS BEEN CONTACTED

TWICE BY THE KILLER.



   

                   

EACH OF THE TWO CONVERSATIONS

WERE BRIEF,



   

                   

LASTING A MINUTE OR TWO.



   

                   

IT IS KNOWN FOR SURE, HOWEVER,

THAT HE HAS ESTABLISHED



   

                   

A DEFINITE CONTACT

WITH ANDERSON



   

                   

FOR REASONS THAT NO ONE

HAS BEEN ABLE TO DETERMINE.



   

                   

MALCOLM ANDERSON SEEMED

SOMEWHAT RETICENT



   

                   

TO TALK TO REPORTERS,



   

                   

APPARENTLY CONFUSED

BY THE MEDIA ATTENTION



   

                   

THAT HAS BEEN THRUST UPON HIM.



   

                   

ACCORDING TO MR. ANDERSON'S

STORY IN THE MIAMI JOURNAL,



   

                   

NEITHER HE NOR THE PUBLIC



   

                   

HAS HEARD THE LAST

OF THIS INDIVIDUAL.



   

                   

ALTHOUGH NEWS CENTER  



   

                   

TRIED TO GET HIM

TO ELABORATE...



   

                   

WHAT WOULD

YOU GUYS SAY?



   

                   

REFUSED TO SAY

ANYTHING MORE.



   

                   

I'M JILL BEACH,

NEWS CENTER  .



   

                   

OH, I'M SORRY, HONEY.



   

                   

WERE YOU AWAKE?



   

                   

WE JUST...WE STOPPED BY

FOR A BEER.



   

                   

HMM.



   

                   

I'M SORRY, HONEY.



   

                   

SAW YOU ON

THE TELEVISION.



   

                   

DID YOU?



   

                   

.

MM-HMM



   

                   

MMM? WHAT DID

YOU THINK?



   

                   

I LOOKED LIKE

A JERK, DIDN'T I?



   

                   

I JUST LOOKED

LIKE SUCH A FRUMP!



   

                   

WAIT--LET'S TALK

ABOUT OBNOXIOUS.



   

                   

THOSE GUYS

DON'T GIVE YOU

A CHANCE TO THINK.



   

                   

I MEAN, THESE ARE

MY FRIENDS!



   

                   

WHEN YOU'RE

ON    MINUTES,



   

                   

YOU MIND

GIVING ME A CALL?



   

                   

I'D LIKE TO BRING

THE MACHINE HOME

AND TAPE IT.



   

                   

YOU THINK I OUGHT

TO DO THAT SHOW?



   

                   

YEAH, WHY NOT?

GIVE THEM A BREAK.



   

                   

CALL MORLEY

IN THE MORNING.



   

                   

I MEAN, CALL MORNING

IN THE MORLEY.



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

COME ON!



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

[Kiss]



   

                   

HONEY, WILL YOU TURN

OFF THE TELEVISION?



   

                   

I HATED

THE WAY I LOOKED.



   

                   

HONEY,

THE TELEVISION.



   

                   

OW! SHIT.



   

                   

WHO MOVED THIS THING?



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

BABY!



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

!

[Christine

] YOU'RE BAD



   

                   

.

ONE BEER..



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

[Telephone rings]



   

                   

ANDERSON.



   

                   

[Christine]

SORRY TO BOTHER YOU.



   

                   

THAT'S O.K.



   

                   

I JUST CALLED

TO SAY I LOVE YOU.



   

                   

I LOVE YOU, TOO.



   

                   

BYE. 



   

                   

[Telephone rings]



   

                   

[Ring]



   

                   

ANDERSON.



   

                   

[Christine]

HOW COULD I LOVE



   

                   

A SMALL-TOWN

NEWSPAPERMAN?



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

[Telephone rings]



   

                   

WHAT?



   

                   

CHRISTINE, HONEY,

I CAN'T KEEP

THIS LINE TIED UP.



   

                   

[Man]

WHO'S CHRISTINE?



   

                   

YOUR WIFE 

OR YOUR GIRLFRIEND?



   

                   

TESTED YOUR FAITH,

DIDN'T I? 



   

                   

YOU WERE

BEGINNING TO WORRY



   

                   

I WOULDN'T

CALL YOU AGAIN.



   

                   

WAS THAT THE IDEA?



   

                   

IT WOULD BE NICE

IF YOU WANTED

TO TALK TO ME,



   

                   

BUT STILL,

YOUR WORDS ARE

THE IMPORTANT THING,



   

                   

AND I DO LIKE THEM.



   

                   

THANK YOU.



   

                   

EVER TRY

TO DESCRIBE A SMELL?



   

                   

WHY?



   

                   

UM...



   

                   

YOU'RE GOING

TO SMELL SOMETHING



   

                   

THAT'S GOING TO

TEST YOUR WRITING

ABILITIES.



   

                   

IT HAS

A SWEETNESS TO IT,



   

                   

AND AT 

THE SAME TIME, 



   

                   

IT REACHES

INTO YOUR BODY 



   

                   

AND TWISTS

YOUR INSIDES. 



   

                   

BUT THE ODD

THING IS THAT,

ONCE YOU SMELL IT,



   

                   

YOU KNOW EXACTLY

WHAT IT IS



   

                   

WITHOUT 

HAVING TO LOOK. 



   

                   

    NAUTILUS. 



   

                   

[Siren]



   

                   

YOU'RE GOING

TO GET SICK,



   

                   

YOU GET SICK

OUT HERE.



   

                   

GOT THAT?



   

                   

[Coughs]



   

                   

[Television static]



   

                   

I'D BE CAREFUL

WITH THIS GUY.



   

                   

HE KNOWS

AS MUCH ABOUT YOU



   

                   

AS YOU DO HIM.



   

                   

[Flies buzzing]



   

                   

[Reporter]

MALCOLM!



   

                   

[Reporters

asking questions]



   

                   

ONE AT A TIME.



   

                   

[Reporter] YOU TALKED

TO THE KILLER?



   

                   

YES.



   

                   

WHAT DID HE SAY?



   

                   

LOOK, I GOT

A DEADLINE TO MEET

JUST LIKE YOU.



   

                   

EVERYTHING I KNOW WILL BE

IN TOMORROW'S

JOURNAL.



   

                   

THAT'S IT.



   

                   

[Reporters

asking questions]



   

                   

GETTING BETTER.



   

                   

[Christine]

IS YOUR FAN MAIL PERSONAL?



   

                   

NO, BUT IT SURE IS

NICE TO GET SOME.



   

                   

[Telephone rings]



   

                   

HI.



   

                   

HELLO.



   

                   

[Man]

SURPRISE.



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

HOW DID YOU GET

MY HOME PHONE NUMBER?



   

                   

WELL, YOUR PHONE'S

NOT LISTED, BUT



   

                   

CHRISTINE

CONNELLY'S IS.



   

                   

I GOT HER NAME

OUT OF YOUR MAILBOX.



   

                   

THERE'S A POLICEMAN

OUTSIDE MY DOOR.



   

                   

THERE'S GOING

TO BE ONE THERE

   HOURS A DAY.



   

                   

IF I WANTED YOU

OR YOUR GIRLFRIEND,



   

                   

IT WOULD BE SO EASY.



   

                   

DON'T WORRY, MALCOLM.



   

                   

I'M SUPPOSED

TO TRUST YOU?



   

                   

YOU'VE GOT TO BE

OUT OF YOUR MIND.



   

                   

WITHOUT YOU,

I'M NOWHERE,



   

                   

.

BACK TO SQUARE ONE



   

                   

BESIDES, WE WORK

WELL TOGETHER.



   

                   

I DON'T WANT

TO LOSE THAT.



   

                   

WHAT DID YOU

CALL ABOUT?



   

                   

I HAVE TWO NEEDS,

MALCOLM.



   

                   

THE NEED TO TALK



   

                   

AND THE OTHER ONE.



   

                   

UM.



   

                   

AND, UH...



   

                   

IT'S A LOT EASIER

TO FIND A VICTIM



   

                   

THAN IT IS A LISTENER.



   

                   

MM-HMM.



   

                   

?

WELL,

WHAT ABOUT FRIENDS



   

                   

WELL,



   

                   

I HAD ONE FRIEND.



   

                   

ONCE, TILL

THE PLANT CLOSED.



   

                   

WHAT--

WHAT PLANT WAS THAT?



   

                   

AN AUTO PLANT

IN DETROIT.



   

                   

A MACHINE

TOOK HIS HAND--



   

                   

TOOK THREE FINGERS

CLEAN OFF.



   

                   

THAT'S REALLY AWFUL.



   

                   

YOU, UH,



   

                   

YOU AND HIM KEEP

IN TOUCH, DO YOU?



   

                   

OH, MALCOLM,

YOU'RE SO TRANSPARENT.



   

                   

I'M JUST

DOING MY JOB.

YOU'RE THE STORY.



   

                   

YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE

A CONNECTION TO SOMEONE



   

                   

WHO CAN LEAD

THE COPS TO ME.



   

                   

WE'RE FRIENDS,

YEAH, BUT,



   

                   

WE'RE NOT REALLY FRIENDS.



   

                   

I WANT TO TALK ABOUT

THE OLD PEOPLE NOW.



   

                   

ALL RIGHT. WHY DID

YOU PICK THEM?



   

                   

THEY WERE WHAT I WANTED.



   

                   

THEY WERE A MATCH--

A REASONABLE DUPLICATION.



   

                   

WAS THIS SOMETHING

YOU'VE HEARD ABOUT

OR READ ABOUT?



   

                   

IT WAS JUST

LIKE BEFORE.



   

                   

I CAUGHT THEM

ON THEIR PORCH.



   

                   

I JUST STARED.



   

                   

[Malcolm typing on keyboard]



   

                   

.

AND YOU KNOW,

THEY COULDN'T MOVE



   

                   

THEN, WHEN

THE GUN CAME OUT,



   

                   

THEY COULDN'T

EVEN SPEAK.



   

                   

FASCINATING, ISN'T IT?



   

                   

MALCOLM?



   

                   

THEN I GOT THEM

INTO THE DINING ROOM,



   

                   

AND I PUT A PILLOW

IN FRONT OF THE GUN.



   

                   

EVEN SO, IT WAS



   

                   

MUCH LOUDER

THAN I EXPECTED.



   

                   

[gunshots]



   

                   

??[Eerie music]



   

                   

I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG

I WAS IN THERE--



   

                   

FIVE MINUTES, AN HOUR...



   

                   

WHEN I LEFT,

I WAS COVERED WITH BLOOD.



   

                   

I WALKED RIGHT DOWN

THE STREET



   

                   

LIKE I WAS INVISIBLE.



   

                   

NOBODY SEEMED

TO NOTICE ME.



   

                   

NOBODY CARED!



   

                   

PHEW!



   

                   

[Caller hangs up]



   

                   

HELLO?



   

                   

CHRIST, I GOT A LOT.



   

                   

APPRECIATE IT.



   

                   

HEY, GOOD STUFF,

MALCOLM.



   

                   

I LIKED IT. REALLY.

I READ IT TWICE.



   

                   

IS--IS NOLAN--



   

                   

NICELY DONE.



   

                   

IS NOLAN REAL BUSY

RIGHT NOW?



   

                   

SEEN THIS YET?



   

                   

JACOBY WANTED ME

TO MAKE SURE

YOU SAW IT.



   

                   

PAGE    .



   

                   

OUR ILLUSTRIOUS

PUBLISHER



   

                   

THINKS YOU

MAY BE ENTERING

PULITZER TERRITORY.



   

                   

YOU JUMP TO ANOTHER

PAPER, MAL,



   

                   

I'LL PUNCH

YOUR HEART IN.



   

                   

CELEBRATING WITH YOU



   

                   

IS MAKING

ADEQUATE USE



   

                   

.

OF ALL

MY REMEDIAL SKILLS



   

                   

I'M SORRY, HONEY.

I'M OUT OF IT.



   

                   

WAITING FOR

THE PHONE TO RING.



   

                   

I CAN'T GET

MY MIND OFF IT.



   

                   

DO YOU WANT

HIM TO CALL?



   

                   

HE QUITS TALKING TO ME,

WE MIGHT NEVER GET HIM.



   

                   

WE?



   

                   

HONEY, I CAN'T GET

AWAY FROM THIS THING

TILL IT'S OVER.



   

                   

I GAVE MY NOTICE.



   

                   

SO DID I.



   

                   

[Under breath]

YEAH, POSTDATED.



   

                   

WHAT?



   

                   

I JUST DON'T

THINK YOU KNOW

WHAT YOU'RE DOING.



   

                   

THINGS HAPPEN OUT THERE.

IT'S CALLED THE NEWS.



   

                   

I ONLY REPORT IT.



   

                   

ARE YOU REPORTING IT



   

                   

OR PARTICIPATING

IN IT?



   

                   

IT'S KIND OF

A UNIQUE SITUATION.



   

                   

WHAT DO YOU

WANT ME TO DO?



   

                   

GET AWAY FROM HERE

WHEN WE CAN.



   

                   

OH, COME ON, HONEY.



   

                   

OH, JEEZ.



   

                   

CAN I GET

THE CHECK, PLEASE?



   

                   

[Waiter]

YES, SIR.



   

                   

??[Scary music]



   

                   

UH!



   

                   

TOO MANY

CREEPY CABDRIVERS.



   

                   

HA HA HA!



   

                   

WHEN THIS THING

IS ALL OVER,



   

                   

WHETHER YOU END UP

AT A   -CENT WEEKLY

IN COLORADO



   

                   

OR

THE NEW YORK TIMES,



   

                   

PART OF IT

STAYS WITH YOU.



   

                   

I JUST WISH YOU'D

THINK ABOUT THAT.



   

                   

[Telephone rings]



   

                   

[Ring]



   

                   

HELLO?



   

                   

[Man]

IS MALCOLM ANDERSON THERE?



   

                   

NO, I'M SORRY.

HE'S STILL IN THE SHOWER.



   

                   

CAN I HAVE HIM

CALL YOU?



   

                   

UM, NO.



   

                   

UH...

WE'VE NEVER MET.



   

                   

I'M MALCOLM'S

FRIEND.



   

                   

YOU KNOW, 

THE ONE. 



   

                   

WHY ARE YOU

DOING THIS?



   

                   

CHRISTINE,

THIS IS BETWEEN

MALCOLM AND ME.



   

                   

DON'T CALL ME

CHRISTINE.



   

                   

[Man]

CAN I TALK TO MALCOLM?



   

                   

[Christine] NO. WHY ARE YOU

KILLING ALL THESE

INNOCENT PEOPLE?



   

                   

GIVE ME THE PHONE,

CHRIS.



   

                   

MALCOLM, YOU CAN'T

TALK TO HIM.



   

                   

WHAT THE HELL

ARE YOU DOING?



   

                   

MALCOLM, HE'S SICK!



   

                   

DON'T TALK TO HIM.



   

                   

[Man]

MALCOLM?



   

                   

ARE YOU THERE?



   

                   

JUST DON'T TALK

TO HIM.



   

                   

IT'S ME.



   

                   

I'M SORRY I COULDN'T

GET TO THE PHONE.



   

                   

OH.

IT DOESN'T MATTER.



   

                   

WHY DON'T

YOU JUST TELL HER



   

                   

NOT TO ANSWER

THE PHONE?



   

                   

I THINK YOU'D BETTER

CALL ME AT THE PAPER.



   

                   

YOU MUST BE ANXIOUS

TO GET TO WORK.



   

                   

NUMBER FOUR.



   

                   

WHERE?



   

                   

MATHESON HAMMOCK.



   

                   

[Caller hangs up]



   

                   

MALCOLM, HOW LONG

ARE YOU GOING TO

LET THIS GO ON?



   

                   

CHRIS, I'M LOCKED

INTO THIS THING.



   

                   

HE WON'T TALK

TO ANYBODY ELSE.



   

                   

IT'S TURNED INTO

A COLLABORATION.



   

                   

THAT'S A REAL

STUPID THING TO SAY.



   

                   

STUPID? YOU JUST

GOT OFF THE PHONE

WITH A MANIAC.



   

                   

DID YOU EVER

TELL THAT TO HIM?



   

                   

DO YOU TWO

EVER ARGUE?



   

                   

RAY? I JUST

GOT ANOTHER ONE.



   

                   

[Thunder]



   

                   

??[Eerie music]



   

                   

[Sirens]



   

                   

HOW WE DOING HERE?



   

                   

THEY'RE OVER THERE.



   

                   

[Baby crying]



   

                   

YOU'RE O.K.



   

                   

YOU'RE O.K.



   

                   

MOMMY!



   

                   

[Crying]



   

                   

YOU'RE O.K., BABY.



   

                   

TONY, HOW YOU DOING?



   

                   

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

SHE'S ALL CHOPPED UP.



   

                   

TAKE A WALK, BABE.

COME ON.



   

                   

WE'RE ABOUT TO TALK

TO MALCOLM ANDERSON,



   

                   

A REPORTER

FOR THE MIAMI JOURNAL.



   

                   

RECENTLY, THE SERIES

OF BRUTAL MURDERS IN HIS CITY



   

                   

HAS SOMEWHAT CHANGED

HIS OBJECTIVITY



   

                   

BECAUSE THE KILLER

HAS CHOSEN TO USE HIM



   

                   

AS A LIAISON BETWEEN

THE COMMUNITY,



   

                   

THE POLICE, AND HIMSELF.



   

                   

A SITUATION HAS DEVELOPED

WHERE A REPORTER



   

                   

IS MATERIALLY INVOLVED

IN THE STORY HE'S COVERING.



   

                   

HE'S WITH US AT WSVN,

OUR NBC AFFILIATE IN MIAMI.



   

                   

MALCOLM, THANKS

FOR BEING WITH US.



   

                   

MY PLEASURE, JOHN.



   

                   

TO BEGIN WITH,

TELL US WHEN AND WHERE



   

                   

YOU RECEIVED

THAT FIRST CALL.



   

                   

UH, IT WAS

AT THE JOURNAL,



   

                   

AND IT WAS 

A FEW DAYS 



   

                   

AFTER THEY FOUND

THE FIRST BODY.



   

                   

HOW DID YOU REACT WHEN

HE TOLD YOU WHO HE WAS?



   

                   

I DIDN'T BELIEVE

HIM AT FIRST.



   

                   

IN MY YEARS

OF REPORTING,



   

                   

I'VE HAD MY SHARE

OF PECULIAR CALLS.



   

                   

[John]

BUT HE CONVINCED YOU.



   

                   

HE HAD KNOWLEDGE

OF THE MURDER

AND THE VICTIM



   

                   

THAT NOBODY ELSE

COULD HAVE HAD.



   

                   

[John] HOW MANY TIMES HAVE

YOU AND HE TALKED?



   

                   

[Malcolm]

FIVE TIMES, JOHN.



   

                   

CAN WE ASSUME THAT

HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING



   

                   

THAT'S BEEN OF MUCH HELP

TO THE POLICE?



   

                   

IT WOULDN'T BE HELPFUL



   

                   

FOR ME TO COMMENT

ON THE PROGRESS



   

                   

OF THE INVESTIGATION

RIGHT NOW.



   

                   

AFTER TALKING TO HIM

AS OFTEN AS YOU HAVE,



   

                   

WHAT'S YOUR SENSE

OF THE RELATIONSHIP

THAT'S DEVELOPED?



   

                   

WELL, "RELATIONSHIP",

JOHN, SUGGESTS



   

                   

THAT THERE'S

SOMETHING IN IT

FOR BOTH PARTIES.



   

                   

I'M CERTAINLY DOING

WHAT I CAN TO HELP,



   

                   

BUT THIS

WASN'T MY IDEA. 



   

                   

I MEAN, 

HE CALLED ME. 



   

                   

[Gun cocking]



   

                   

[John] HAS HE SAID

WHY HE CALLED

YOU IN PARTICULAR?



   

                   

[Malcolm]

HE SAID HE LIKED

THE WAY I WRITE.



   

                   

??[Eerie music]



   

                   

[Telephone rings]



   

                   

[Man]

I SAW YOU ON TV THIS MORNING.



   

                   

I DIDN'T LIKE IT.



   

                   

WHY?



   

                   

YOU'RE BECOMING MORE

IMPORTANT THAN ME.



   

                   

I'M DOING THE WORK,

YOU GET PUT ON TV.



   

                   

YOU'RE GETTING

TOO MUCH ATTENTION.



   

                   

I REALLY WISH

I COULD COME FORWARD



   

                   

AND SPEAK FOR

MYSELF, YOU KNOW.



   

                   

OF COURSE, I CAN'T.



   

                   

I'VE ONLY BEEN

ARRESTED ONCE.



   

                   

WHAT YEAR?



   

                   

COME ON.



   

                   

I'M ALREADY

BEING TOO GENEROUS



   

                   

ON PHONES

THAT ARE TAPPED.



   

                   

MY PHONE ISN'T TAPPED.



   

                   

IS THERE ANY CHANCE

WE'LL EVER MEET IN PERSON?



   

                   

SO YOU CAN BRING THE COPS



   

                   

AND BE A REAL HERO.



   

                   

YOU ANGER ME, 

YOU KNOW THAT? 



   

                   

CUBAN COFFEE, PHIL?



   

                   

[Man on tape] I REALLY

WISH I COULD

COME FORWARD



   

                   

AND SPEAK

FOR MYSELF.



   

                   

THIS IS

INTERESTING.



   

                   

OF COURSE,

I CAN'T. 



   

                   

I'VE ONLY BEEN

ARRESTED ONCE.



   

                   

[Malcolm on tape]

WHAT YEAR?



   

                   

[Man on tape]

COME ON.



   

                   

I'M ALREADY

BEING TOO GENEROUS



   

                   

ON PHONES

THAT ARE TAPPED.



   

                   

[Malcolm on tape]

MY PHONE ISN'T TAPPED.



   

                   

IS THERE ANY CHANCE

WE'LL EVER MEET

IN PERSON?



   

                   

DUMB.



   

                   

[Man on tape]

SO YOU CAN BRING THE COPS



   

                   

AND BE A REAL HERO.



   

                   

HIM,

YOU ARREST DEAD.



   

                   

WELL, YOU GOT

TO CATCH HIM FIRST.



   

                   

,

YOU GET

A FEEL FOR HIM



   

                   

FIGURE OUT WHAT

HE'LL GO AFTER NEXT,



   

                   

AND THEN BLOW HIS

DISEASED BRAINS OUT.



   

                   

I'M GOING TO GET

SOME AMERICAN COFFEE.



   

                   

YOU KNOW, WE SENT

A GUY TO MICHIGAN,



   

                   

AND THERE'S NO RECORD



   

                   

OF THE INDUSTRIAL ACCIDENT

THAT HE DESCRIBED,



   

                   

NOT AT ANY OF THE MAJOR

ASSEMBLY PLANTS.



   

                   

I GOT A    SAYS HE'S

MAKING ALL THIS UP.



   

                   

YOU'RE NOT TAPPING

MY PHONE, RIGHT, RAY?



   

                   

NO.



   

                   

GOOD NIGHT, RAY.



   

                   

YEAH.



   

                   

??[Moody music]



   

                   

PERFECT. WIDE OPEN



   

                   

??[Suspenseful music]



   

                   

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!



   

                   

WAIT! WAIT!

WAIT A MINUTE!



   

                   

I--I--I--

POR FAVOR,



   

                   

I DELIVER

FOR YOU THE PAPER.



   

                   

WHAT HAPPENED?



   

                   

.

I'VE BEEN WITH

THE COPS ALL NIGHT



   

                   

I COME HOME,

AND THE PLACE

IS WIDE OPEN.



   

                   

IS IT

TOO MUCH TROUBLE



   

                   

TO REMEMBER TO LOCK

THE GODDAMN DOOR?



   

                   

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW

YOU WERE GONE.



   

                   

I'M SORRY.



   

                   

I DON'T WANT TO BE

AROUND THIS ANYMORE.



   

                   

I'M SORRY. I MEAN IT.

I AM SORRY.



   

                   

DON'T BE.



   

                   

??[Sad music]



   

                   

YOU'RE LIVING ALONE,



   

                   

AND I'M LIVING

WITH SOMEBODY



   

                   

I DON'T EVEN KNOW.



   

                   

IT DOESN'T WORK.



   

                   

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?



   

                   

I'M PUTTING A LOT

OF TIME IN THE STORY.



   

                   

IT'S GETTING ATTENTION,

AND YOU FEEL LEFT ALONE.



   

                   

THAT'S ALL THERE IS

TO IT, RIGHT?



   

                   

YOU HAVE NO IDEA

WHAT IT IS.



   

                   

YOU CAN'T.



   

                   

YOU'RE NOT PAYING

ENOUGH ATTENTION.



   

                   

CHRIS, I KNOW

I'VE BUSTED MY ASS

FOR EIGHT YEARS.



   

                   

WHAT WE'VE WANTED

IS RIGHT HERE.



   

                   

DON'T YOU

UNDERSTAND THAT?



   

                   

EVER SINCE

YOU STARTED

THE BODY COUNT,



   

                   

YOU LET

EVERYTHING SLIDE.



   

                   

I'VE GOTTEN

SO FAR AWAY



   

                   

THAT LEAVING'S

JUST A FORMALITY,

MALCOLM.



   

                   

HONEY, THIS IS

THE LAST THING

WE NEED RIGHT NOW.



   

                   

I SAID

I WAS SORRY, O.K.?



   

                   

I HEARD.



   

                   

DO YOU WANT A DRAG?



   

                   

DRAG, YOUR ASS.



   

                   

YOU GOT TO BE CLOSER

THAN YOU'RE SAYING.



   

                   

SURE WOULD LIKE

EVERYONE TO THINK SO.



   

                   

YOU GOT A VOICE PRINT.

GOT HIS M.O.



   

                   

YOU KNOW HE'S DUPLICATING.



   

                   

YOU KNOW WHAT PART

OF THE COUNTRY HE'S FROM.



   

                   

YOU GOT TO BE GETTING

SOMEWHERE.



   

                   

THIS GUY'S

KILLING PEOPLE



   

                   

HE'S HAD NO PERSONAL

CONTACT WITH.



   

                   

NOBODY HE'S

MAD AT.



   

                   

.

IT'S TOUGH



   

                   

WHAT DO YOU GUYS

DO ALL DAY?



   

                   

WE RUN DOWN

   OR    PHONE CALLS



   

                   

FROM PEOPLE WHO THINK

THEY'RE LIVING WITH HIM.



   

                   

SO DO I.



   

                   

WHEN YOU WRITE ENOUGH

ABOUT SOMEBODY,



   

                   

YOU START SOUNDING

LIKE EVERYBODY.



   

                   

I DIDN'T EXPECT IT

TO LAST THIS LONG.



   

                   

AS LONG AS HE'S OUT THERE,

HE'S DEFINITELY NEWS.



   

                   

[Mumbling]

YEAH. SO ARE YOU.



   

                   

WHAT ARE YOU

SAYING TO ME?



   

                   

I NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT

YOU'RE SAYING!



   

                   

WHAT'S THE MATTER

WITH YOU?



   

                   

I'M TIRED OF HIM!



   

                   

WELL, YOU'RE GETTING IN

PLACES YOU DON'T BELONG.



   

                   

DAMN IT!



   

                   

HEY! WALK AWAY.



   

                   

!

GO GET HIM, WILSON



   

                   

CATCH HIM

SO WE CAN GO HOME!



   

                   

YOU'RE COMING APART

ON ME, MAL.



   

                   

YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS

WHEN YOU COME APART?



   

                   

YOU CRASH,

AND WE GOT NOTHING.



   

                   

RIGHT NOW,

WE GOT NOTHING!



   

                   

YOU BETTER GET THIS GUY

BEFORE HE KILLS SOMEBODY ELSE.



   

                   

I'M TIRED OF BEING

YOUR CONTACT MAN.



   

                   

[Sighs]



   

                   

[Wind howling]



   

                   

"IF YOU'D LIKE

A NICE HOME-COOKED MEAL



   

                   

"AND SOME QUIET

CONVERSATION,



   

                   

"YOU'RE WELCOME

TO STOP BY.



   

                   

"HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON."



    

                   

HMM-HMM. O.K.



    

                   

[Clears throat]



    

                   

"AFTER THE LAST KILLING,



    

                   

"I READ THAT

THE KILLER WORKED

ON AN AUTO ASSEMBLY LINE.



    

                   

"I BELIEVE

I REMEMBERED A GUY



    

                   

"FROM KENOSHA, WISCONSIN,

OR SOMEWHERE



    

                   

"WHO WAS CONNECTED

TO SOMETHING LIKE THIS.



    

                   

"YOU WROTE THE KILLER WAS

DUPLICATING OTHER MURDERS.



    

                   

"HE SOUNDS LIKE THE ONE

I HEARD ABOUT."



    

                   

THERE IS SOME KIND OF

AN ADDRESS THERE.



    

                   

"I'LL TALK

TO YOU ALONE,



    

                   

"WITHOUT ANYBODY

OR POLICE EITHER.



    

                   

"I LIVE AT PARADISE

TRAILER PARK.



    

                   

"IF ANY COPS

COME WITH YOU,



    

                   

"I'LL DENY

I WROTE THIS.



    

                   

"I DON'T WANT

TO BE CONNECTED

WITH THIS."



    

                   

HERE'S THE ADDRESS.



    

                   

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?



    

                   

GIVE IT A SHOT.



    

                   

[Sighs]



    

                   

WHY NOT?



    

                   

[Ship horn blows]



    

                   

??[Moody music]



    

                   

[Clattering]



    

                   

[Coughs]



    

                   

EXCUSE ME.



    

                   

YOU MR. ANDERSON?



    

                   

YEAH.



    

                   

ALL ALONE.



    

                   

YEAH, WELL, I THIN

K I'M GLAD YOU COME.



    

                   

I GOT TO GET THIS THING

REFITTED



    

                   

DOWN AT

THE V.A. HOSPITAL.



    

                   

TREAT YOU PRETTY

GOOD DOWN THERE.



    

                   

OH, UH...



    

                   

I'M JUST GOING TO

TAKE A COUPLE NOTES

WHILE WE TALK.



    

                   

YOU DON'T MIND,

DO YOU?



    

                   

]

[Unhooks leg brace



    

                   

I GUESS. GO AHEAD.



    

                   

I DON'T WANT MY NAME

IN THE PAPER.



    

                   

I FIGURE THIS GUY'S

CRAZY ENOUGH,



    

                   

HE WOULDN'T THINK TWICE

ABOUT WASTING ME.



    

                   

I'VE BEEN WASTED

ENOUGH ALREADY.



    

                   

GOT TO HANG ONTO

WHAT'S LEFT.



    

                   

I CAN GIVE YOU

ANONYMITY,



    

                   

BUT THE POLICE WILL

WANT TO TALK TO YOU.



    

                   

LET ME THINK

ABOUT THAT.



    

                   

WELL, I'M A LITTLE

SHORT ON TIME.



    

                   

I'M WORKING

ON A DEADLINE.



    

                   

WHY DON'T WE JUST

START WITH YOUR NAME?



    

                   

[Turning notebook pages]



    

                   

I'VE BEEN LED TO BELIEVE

THAT YOU PEOPLE PAY



    

                   

FOR THIS KIND

OF INFORMATION.



    

                   

I DON'T.



    

                   

OH, COME ON.

IT WON'T BE MUCH.



    

                   

YOU KNOW,   ?   ?



    

                   

DO YOU HAVE ANY

INFORMATION FOR ME

OR NOT?



    

                   

THIS GUY'S NAME

WAS O'SHAUGHNESSY,



    

                   

AND I MET HIM

DOWNTOWN,



    

                   

UM...



    

                   

.

DOWN AT

THE SALVATION ARMY



    

                   

UH,

KIND OF A JUICER.



    

                   

HE WAS DEPRESSED

ALL THE TIME,



    

                   

BUT THEN, HE HAD

GOOD REASON TO BE.



    

                   

ABOUT A YEAR AGO,



    

                   

UH, HE LOST HIS PARENTS,



    

                   

HIS WIFE, SISTER-IN-LAW,

AND TEENAGE DAUGHTER.



    

                   

WHAT HAPPENED?



    

                   

HIS BROTHER JUST

WENT OUT OF HIS HEAD.



    

                   

GOT HIS GUN,

MIDDLE OF THE DAY,



    

                   

AND KILLED THEM ALL.



    

                   

PUT THE MUZZLES

RIGHT HERE,



    

                   

RIGHT AT THE BASE

OF THEIR SKULLS,



    

                   

AND BLEW

THEIR HEADS OFF.



    

                   

SOUND FAMILIAR

TO YOU?



    

                   

YOU SAID HIS LAST NAME

WAS O'SHAUGHNESSY?



    

                   

YOU REMEMBER

HIS FIRST NAME?



    

                   

ALBERT,

I DO BELIEVE.



    

                   

WHERE WAS THIS?



    

                   

.

KENOSHA, WISCONSIN



    

                   

HE WORKED

ON A PACER LINE.



    

                   

HE USED TO CALL THEM

KENOSHA CADILLACS.



    

                   

THIS GUY'S

FROM DETROIT.



    

                   

KENOSHA.



    

                   

I GOT THAT RIGHT HERE

SOMEWHERE IN MY NOTES.



    

                   

EXCUSE ME A MINUTE.



    

                   

YEAH. HERE IT IS.



    

                   

.

I GOT TO

TAKE MYSELF A PISS



    

                   

[Fly buzzing]



    

                   

UH, LISTEN,

THIS IS REALLY GOOD.



    

                   

THAT'S REALLY ALL I NEED.



    

                   

[Urinating]



    

                   

I GOT TO GET YOUR NAME

FOR LEGAL REASONS.



    

                   

[Mike]

MIKE HILSON, SPEC FOUR,



    

                   

HONORABLY DISCHARGED

APRIL       .



    

                   

UH-HUH. IS THAT

H-I-L-S-O-N?



    

                   

[Mike]

THAT'S RIGHT.



    

                   

HA HA! KILLED ME

SOME SLOPES WITH THIS.



    

                   

IT'S NO GOOD

AT A DISTANCE,

YOU KNOW, BUT



    

                   

WHEN YOU DROP THEM

WITH THE M-  



    

                   

THIS WILL

STOP THEM WRIGGLING.



    

                   

GO AHEAD.

CLICK IT IF YOU WANT.



    

                   

FIRING PIN'S OUT

BECAUSE MY NEPHEW

LIKES TO PLAY WITH IT



    

                   

WHEN HE COMES OVER

TO VISIT.



    

                   

YOU DON'T

NEED TO TELL ME



    

                   

IT'S A LOUSY TOY

FOR A KID.



    

                   

[Click]



    

                   

UGH. FUCKING LEG.



    

                   

SOMETIMES I WISH

I WAS PARALYZED

ALL THE WAY.



    

                   

THEN THE V.A. WOULD

HAVE TO GIVE ME



    

                   

AN EXTRA    BUCKS

A MONTH.



    

                   

THANKS, MIKE.



    

                   

LOOK, IF THERE'S

ANYTHING I CAN DO



    

                   

TO HELP YOU OUT

DOWN AT THE V.A.,



    

                   

JUST GIVE ME

A CALL, O.K.?



    

                   

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.



    

                   

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.



    

                   

HEY, THANKS A LOT.



    

                   

UGH.



    

                   

WE OUGHT TO

THROW YOU IN JAIL

FOR OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE.



    

                   

YOU SHOULD HAVE

CALLED ME, MAL,



    

                   

AFTER YOU PUT

THIS STORY TO BED.



    

                   

I HAD ENOUGH

CONFIRMATION

FOR A STORY



    

                   

BUT NOT FOR YOU.



    

                   

THAT'S NOT

YOUR DECISION, MAN!



    

                   

JUST GIVE ME

THE GUY'S ADDRESS.



    

                   

WE GOT

PROBLEMS.



    

                   

WHAT?



    

                   

ACCORDING TO

AMERICAN MOTORS,



    

                   

THEY NEVER

EMPLOYED



    

                   

AN ALBERT

O'SHAUGHNESSY.



    

                   

THE PENTAGON

SAYS THERE WAS

NO SPEC FOUR



    

                   

NAMED

MICHAEL HILSON



    

                   

DISCHARGED

APRIL       .



    

                   

I THINK WE'VE

BEEN SCREWED.



    

                   

[Bang]



    

                   

APRIL  st?



    

                   

APRIL FOOLS'?



    

                   

YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO

MEET HIM FACE-TO-FACE.



    

                   

REMEMBER THAT?



    

                   

WHAT?



    

                   

[Hilson on tape recorder]

I CERTAINLY ENJOYED



    

                   

OUR LITTLE CHAT.



    

                   

I HOPE WE CAN MEET UNDER

MORE FAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES



    

                   

IN THE FUTURE.



    

                   

[Maniacal laughter]



    

                   

I'M SORRY.



    

                   

BUT YOU DID

WANT TO MEET IN PERSON



    

                   

MALCOLM. 



    

                   

YOU TOLD ME THAT

YOURSELF.



    

                   

HEH HEH HEH!



    

                   

FOUR DOWN,

ONE TO GO.



    

                   

HA HA HA!



    

                   

[Shuts off tape recorder]



    

                   

HELL OF A DEAL.



    

                   

[sighs]



    

                   

??[Moody music]



    

                   

WE COULD HAVE

HAD HIM.



    

                   

SEAL IT OFF.



    

                   

O.K., PEOPLE,

HELP US OUT.



    

                   

LET'S MOVE IT

BACK HERE.



    

                   

MOVE IT BACK NOW,

PLEASE.



    

                   

[Police radio transmitting]



    

                   

[Nolan] YOU'RE GOING

TO TAKE A PUBLIC WHIPPING



    

                   

LIKE NO ONE'S

EVER SEEN.



    

                   

I HAVE

ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA



    

                   

HOW TO WRITE THIS.



    

                   

I BETTER GO.



    

                   

YEAH.



    

                   

WHEN YOU FINISH

WITH THEIR ARTIST,



    

                   

BRING BACK A COPY

OF THE SKETCH.



    

                   

I'LL KEEP WORKING

ON IT.



    

                   

[Telephone rings]



    

                   

ANDERSON.



    

                   

[Hilson]

HI. IT'S ME.



    

                   

WHAT THE HELL

ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE?



    

                   

YOU WERE GETTING

BIGGER THAN ME.



    

                   

I HAD TO BRING YOU DOWN

A PEG OR TWO.



    

                   

YOU DID. NOW YOU CAN CALL

SOMEBODY ELSE.



    

                   

YOUR STORY'S GOTTEN OLD.



    

                   

I'M GOING TO

FRESHEN IT UP.



    

                   

I HAD PLANNED ON TALKING

TO SOMEONE ELSE.



    

                   

FINE. I'M NOT WRITING

ONE MORE WORD ABOUT YOU.



    

                   

I KNEW THIS

WOULD HAPPEN.



    

                   

BUT YOU'RE

STILL GOING TO

HAVE A PART.



    

                   

NO. NO PART.



    

                   

DON'T BE THAT WAY,

MALCOLM.



    

                   

REMEMBER,

NO ONE'S SAFE.



    

                   

NO ONE'S IMMUNE.



    

                   

ARE YOU

THREATENING ME?



    

                   

??[Suspenseful music]



    

                   

I STUDY PEOPLE,

TOO, HMM?



    

                   

JUST LIKE

A REPORTER.



    

                   

,

WATCH THEIR HABITS



    

                   

THEIR ROUTINES.



    

                   

SUPPOSING HER CAR

WOULDN'T START?



    

                   

HOW WOULD

SHE KNOW THE WIRES

HAD BEEN SWITCHED



    

                   

ON THE 

DISTRIBUTOR CAP?



    

                   

DO YOU THINK

SHE'D TURN DOWN HELP



    

                   

FROM A SUBSTITUTE

TEACHER?



    

                   

[Clicks receiver]



    

                   

HEY.



    

                   

WHOA!



    

                   

HEY, MAL!



    

                   

OH!



    

                   

WHAT THE HELL'S

THE MATTER WITH HIM?



    

                   

[Christine

starting engine]



    

                   

[Engine grinds]



    

                   

WOULD YOU LIKE ME

TO TAKE A LOOK?



    

                   

OH, SURE. PLEASE.



    

                   

I DON'T KNOW

WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT.



    

                   

IT WAS FINE

THIS MORNING.



    

                   

,

WELL, THIS ISN'T

MY FIELD, YOU KNOW



    

                   

BUT SOMETIMES

I GET LUCKY.



    

                   

[Tires squeal]



    

                   

[Siren]



    

                   

[Brakes squeal]



    

                   

OH!



    

                   

[Horns honking]



    

                   

[Engine grinds]



    

                   

O.K. TRY IT AGAIN.



    

                   

[Engine grinds]



    

                   

[Siren]



    

                   

GET A PERIMETER

HERE!



    

                   

COME WITH ME!



    

                   

[Policeman]

SID, COVER THE BACK!



    

                   

?

WHERE'S

CHRISTINE CONNELLY



    

                   

I DON'T KNOW.



    

                   

I SAW HER

OUT IN THE HALL



    

                   

TALKING TO SOMEONE

A FEW MINUTES AGO.



    

                   

WHO?



    

                   

MAN, ARE YOU TRYING TO

GET SOMEBODY KILLED?



    

                   

WHAT'S WRONG?



    

                   

JUST ANYBODY CAN

WALK AROUND YOUR

GODDAMN SCHOOL?



    

                   

HEY! ENOUGH!



    

                   

DID YOU SEE THEM

LEAVE, MA'AM?



    

                   

STAY HERE! HEY!



    

                   

??[Suspenseful music]



    

                   

[Sighs]



    

                   

COME ON OUT.



    

                   

IT'S O.K. NOW.



    

                   

WE'RE JUST LOOKING

FOR THE BAD GUYS.



    

                   

CRAYONS, HUH?

SO THAT'S IT.



    

                   

OH!



    

                   

SORRY, KID.



    

                   

MAL...



    

                   

[Sighs]



    

                   

THIS GUY HERE IS--

HE'S ALL FLASH.



    

                   

SHE'S O.K., MAL.



    

                   

YOU THINK SO,

RIGHT?



    

                   

YES.



    

                   

IF HE'S DUPLICATING

THOSE FIVE KILLINGS,



    

                   

THEN HE'S

ALREADY ACCOUNTED

FOR ALL THE WOMEN.



    

                   

SHE'S O.K.



    

                   

??[Suspenseful music]



    

                   

HAVE YOU

EVER NOTICED



    

                   

THAT THE OLDER

YOU GET,



    

                   

THE SMALLER

YOU BECOME?



    

                   

[Muffled]

I MEAN...



    

                   

WHEN I WAS

A LITTLE KID,



    

                   

THE BLOCK

WE LIVED ON



    

                   

WAS THE WHOLE

WORLD TO ME.



    

                   

BUT...



    

                   

I KNEW EVERYBODY.



    

                   

I WAS SIGNIFICANT,

EVEN IMPORTANT.



    

                   

ARE YOU GOING

TO KILL ME?



    

                   

LET'S TRY TO

KEEP THESE THINGS



    

                   

AS ABSTRACT

AS POSSIBLE.



    

                   

O.K.?



    

                   

APPLE?



    

                   

UH! N-NO.



    

                   

UGH.



    

                   

I WANT YOU

TO UNDERSTAND

SOMETHING.



    

                   

WHAT?



    

                   

YOU'RE KILLING PEOPLE



    

                   

BECAUSE YOU WANT

TO BE NOTICED.



    

                   

YOU WANT TO FEEL

SIGNIFICANT? HA HA!



    

                   

HEY, AS A TEACHER,



    

                   

YOUR RANGE

OF COMPREHENSION

COULD BE IMPROVED.



    

                   

I'M SORRY.



    

                   

FOR THE MOST PART,



    

                   

GOOD BEHAVIOR

GOES UNNOTICED.



    

                   

OH, NEVER MIND.

WHAT DO YOU CARE?



    

                   

I DO CARE!



    

                   

JUST TELL ME WHAT

YOU WANT UNDERSTOOD!



    

                   

JUST TELL ME

WHAT YOU WANT!



    

                   

!

IT'S NOT IMPORTANT



    

                   

NOTHING IS.



    

                   

ALL YOU'RE CONCERNED

ABOUT IS DYING.



    

                   

I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE.



    

                   

IT'S NOT MY FAULT.



    

                   

NONE OF IT IS.



    

                   

[Gunshot]



    

                   

[Telephone rings]



    

                   

JUST GIVE IT A COUPLE

OF FULL RINGS.



    

                   

[Ring]



    

                   

MALCOM, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE.



    

                   

IT'S NOLAN.



    

                   

[Sighs]



    

                   

O.K.



    

                   

SOME GUY WHO'S

BEEN FOLLOWING

MY STORIES



    

                   

JUST WALKED

INTO THE JOURNAL.



    

                   

HE THINKS HE KNOWS

THE KILLER.



    

                   

HE SAYS

HE KNOWS HIM WELL.



    

                   

TELL HIM

WE'RE ON OUR WAY.



    

                   

WHAT IF THE CALL

COMES HERE?



    

                   

HE KNOWS WHERE

TO REACH YOU.

HE ALWAYS HAS.



    

                   

   MINUTES.



    

                   

UH, LOOK, UH...



    

                   

.

MAYBE THIS ISN'T

THE RIGHT PERSON, YOU KNOW



    

                   

IT SEEMED LIKE

A WEIRD COINCIDENCE TO ME



    

                   

WHEN I READ MY NAME

IN THAT STORY



    

                   

THAT YOU GOT FROM THE GUY

AT THE TRAILER.



    

                   

THOSE FIVE MURDERS

HE TOLD YOU ABOUT



    

                   

SOUND LIKE A SERIES

OF MURDERS



    

                   

THAT HAPPENED IN CHICAGO

A FEW YEARS AGO.



    

                   

I WAS WORKING AT A STATE-FUNDED

HALFWAY HOUSE AT THE TIME



    

                   

FOR DOPERS, ALCOHOLICS,

MENTAL HOSPITAL DISCHARGEES.



    

                   

SOME CHARACTER

STUMBLES INTO MY OFFICE.



    

                   

HE SAYS HE'S THE GUY



    

                   

THAT KILLED THOSE FIVE PEOPLE

IN CHICAGO.



    

                   

HE SAYS HE WENT TO THE COPS

AND TURNED HIMSELF IN,



    

                   

BUT THEY CHASED HIM OUT



    

                   

BECAUSE SOME PSYCHIATRIST

DECIDED THAT HE WAS SOMEBODY



    

                   

THAT GOT OFF

MAKING CONFESSIONS, AND, UH,



    

                   

HE NEEDED THE HEADLINES.



    

                   

IS THAT

WHAT YOU THOUGHT?



    

                   

WELL, I WENT DOWN

TO THE PRECINCT WITH HIM



    

                   

AND LISTENED

TO HIS STORY,



    

                   

AND IT SOUNDED

STRAIGHT TO ME.



    

                   

IT TURNED OUT, THOUGH,



    

                   

THAT HE DID HAVE A HISTORY

OF FALSE CONFESSIONS.



    

                   

[O'Shaughnessy

chuckles]



    

                   

HE WAS PISSED, THOUGH.



    

                   

I MEAN, HE WAS PISSED.



    

                   

HE FIGURED HE FINALLY

DID SOMETHING,



    

                   

THEN SOMEBODY ELSE

GOT THE CREDIT.



    

                   

WELL,

AFTER THE VISIT

TO THE POLICE,



    

                   

HE KEPT COMING

AROUND?



    

                   

NO. HE, UH...



    

                   

HE CALLS ONE MORE TIME

AFTER THINGS QUIET DOWN,



    

                   

AND HE WANTS TO THANK ME

FOR BEING SO UNSELFISH.



    

                   

AND THEN HE, UH--



    

                   

HE SAID IF I TRIED TO

GET ANY ATTENTION



    

                   

FROM WHAT HE'D DONE,



    

                   

HE'D HAVE ME KILLED.



    

                   

YOU GOT A NAME

ON THIS GUY?



    

                   

UH, YEAH.

ALAN DELOUR.



    

                   

SOUNDS LIKE OUR MAN.



    

                   

??[Dramatic music]



    

                   

[Siren]



    

                   

LIEUTENANT,

NO ONE UP HERE.



    

                   

O.K. IT'S CLEAR.



    

                   

THERE'S NOBODY

UP THERE.



    

                   

PERIMETER PEOPLE,

BRING IT ON IN.



    

                   

MISSED HIM AGAIN.



    

                   

HEY.



    

                   

WE'LL BE THERE, RAY--

AROUND THE CORNER.



    

                   

DOESN'T LOOK LIKE

THERE WAS ANYBODY

THERE ALL NIGHT.



    

                   

RAYMOND.



    

                   

I'M GOING TO GET

MAL IN HERE.



    

                   

[Starts tape player]



    

                   

[Delour on tape]

THIS IS FOR MALCOLM.



    

                   

YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR,

SO YOU KNOW WHO I AM.



    

                   

ANDERSON.



    

                   

[Reporters asking questions]



    

                   

SHE'S NOT IN THERE.



    

                   

NO,

BUT HE'S OUR GUY.



    

                   

HE LEFT A TAPE

FOR YOU, MAL.



    

                   

[Reporter]

WHAT DO YOU THINK,

MALCOLM? COME ON!



    

                   

UPSTAIRS.



    

                   

WE'LL BE OUTSIDE.



    

                   

COME ON.



    

                   

[Delour on tape]

THIS IS FOR MALCOLM.



    

                   

YOU'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR,

SO YOU KNOW WHO I AM.



    

                   

IT WAS TIME.



    

                   

I'M NOT SURE

WHAT TO DO NOW--



    

                   

HOW TO WRAP IT ALL UP

SO IT MAKES SENSE.



    

                   

I--I'M VERY SORRY

ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND,



    

                   

BUT YOU GOT SO MUCH

FROM ALL THIS.



    

                   

YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN

THERE WOULD BE A PRICE.



    

                   

??[Sad music]



    

                   

WHEN I'VE MADE MY MIND UP

HOW IT ENDS, I'LL CALL.



    

                   

OH, AND PLEASE SPELL

MY NAME RIGHT.



    

                   

ALAN WITH ONE "L,"



    

                   

DELOUR, D-E-L-O-U-R.



    

                   

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING.



    

                   

??[Dramatic music]



    

                   

HEY, COULD I HAVE

SOME PRIVACY?



    

                   

[Telephone rings]



    

                   

[Telephone rings]



    

                   

[Alan]

MALCOLM?



    

                   

WHAT'S THE MATTER,

ALAN?



    

                   

NOBODY ELSE

TO TALK TO?



    

                   

WOULDN'T YOU LIKE

TO TALK TO CHRISTINE?



    

                   

IS SHE ALIVE?

JUST TELL ME.



    

                   

SHE'S RIGHT HERE

WITH ME.



    

                   

S

WE'RE OUT IN THE GLADE



    

                   

ELLIS HAMMOCK,

OUT NEAR COOPERTOWN.



    

                   

I'LL TRADE HER

FOR YOU.



    

                   

AND DON'T

BRING THE POLICE.



    

                   

THEY'LL JUST RUIN IT

FOR ALL OF US.



    

                   

BYE.



    

                   

[Thunder]



    

                   

??[Dramatic music]



    

                   

GO!



    

                   

[Policeman]

TAKE THE RIGHT FLANK!



    

                   

OVER HERE.

WE FOUND A NAVY BOAT.



    

                   

[Policeman] OVER HERE

HE'S RUNNING AWAY!



    

                   

STRAIGHT AHEAD.



    

                   

WE'VE MADE CONTACT

WITH THE SUSPECT.



    

                   

YOU TWO,

CIRCLE THAT SIDE.



    

                   

YOU, COME WITH ME.



    

                   

[Gunshots]



    

                   

[Ray]

NO SHOOTING.

HE HAS A HOSTAGE.



    

                   

[Shouting over wind]

WHERE IS SHE, ALAN?



    

                   

YOU COWARD, ANDERSON!



    

                   

YOU COULDN'T DO

ONE THING RIGHT FOR ME!



    

                   

I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING

ANYONE WITH YOU!



    

                   

IT'S OVER! YOU CAN'T

GET OUT OF HERE!



    

                   

I DIDN'T WANT TO!



    

                   

YOU AND ME, MALCOLM!

THAT'S WHAT I WANTED!



    

                   

YOU CAN HAVE THAT!



    

                   

!

JUST SEND HER OUT,

AND I'LL COME IN THERE



    

                   

YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!



    

                   

WHERE IS SHE, ALAN?



    

                   

IT'S TOO LATE!



    

                   

GODDAMN YOU,

ANDERSON!



    

                   

GODDAMN YOU TO HELL!



    

                   

ALAN!



    

                   

[Gunshot]



    

                   

ALAN!



    

                   

CHRISTINE!



    

                   

??[Dramatic music]



    

                   

WHERE IS SHE?



    

                   

MAL!



    

                   

MAL, HE'S DEAD!



    

                   

THEY FOUND HER!

THEY FOUND HER!



    

                   

WHERE?



    

                   

SHE'S O.K.

JUST STRAIGHT BACK.

STRAIGHT BACK.



    

                   

GET HIM OUT OF THERE.



    

                   

MOVE HIM!



    

                   

STAY HERE. I DON'T WANT

ANYBODY TOUCHING HIM.



    

                   

DAMN IT!



    

                   

??[Soft music]



    

                   

[Reporter] HEY, MAL!

DID HE RAPE HER?



    

                   

[Reporters asking questions]



    

                   

DID YOU LET HIM

GET AWAY, LIEUTENANT?



    

                   

LISTEN, JERK!

STAND BACK!



    

                   

IT'S OVER.



    

                   

[Thunder]



    

                   

THAT STUFF STINGS.



    

                   

[Door blows open]



    

                   

[Wind chime ringing]



    

                   

.

I BETTER

TIE THE PLACE DOWN



    

                   

I'M GOING TO GET

SOME ASPIRIN.



    

                   

[Creaking]



    

                   

[Creak]



    

                   

??[Dramatic music]



    

                   

[Glass shatters]



    

                   

YOU ARE GOING

TO BE SORRY,



    

                   

MY FRIEND.



    

                   

WHOSE BODY WAS THAT?



    

                   

NUMBER FIVE.



    

                   

A GOOD LIKENESS,

DON'T YOU THINK?



    

                   

I NEED YOU.



    

                   

SHUT UP.



    

                   

I CAN'T SHUT UP.

I STILL NEED A STORY.



    

                   

.

YOU WERE THE STORY

. THAT'S THE PROBLEM



    

                   

SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE

ALONG THE LINE,



    

                   

YOU STOLE IT

AWAY FROM ME.



    

                   

[Christine]

MALCOLM?



    

                   

[Malcolm]

DON'T COME IN!



    

                   

HE'S IN HERE,

CHRISTINE.



    

                   

COME ON.



    

                   

AH!



    

                   

JUST--JUST

KEEP ME, DELOUR,



    

                   

.

BUT LET HER GO



    

                   

WE HAD A GREAT THING

GOING, MALCOLM.



    

                   

IT WAS REALLY WORKING

FOR BOTH OF US,



    

                   

WASN'T IT?



    

                   

IT STILL CAN, ALAN.



    

                   

BUT THEN YOU

TURNED ON ME.



    

                   

.

YOU WANTED

TO BE THE STAR



    

                   

YOU BROUGHT IN

THE COPS.



    

                   

I THOUGHT WE HAD

AN UNDERSTANDING.



    

                   

YOU'RE STILL

THE STAR, ALAN.



    

                   

YOU'RE JUST TALKING

TO STAY ALIVE!



    

                   

GOD, THAT MAKES ME

HATE YOU.



    

                   

YOU'RE TRYING

TO DISTRACT ME.



    

                   

DON'T YOU THINK

I'VE THOUGHT

ABOUT THOSE THINGS?



    

                   

T

I MEAN, AT LEAST

THE OTHERS WENT OU



    

                   

WITH SOME DIGNITY.



    

                   

THEY DIDN'T BEG

LIKE YOU'RE BEGGING.



    

                   

MALCOLM...



    

                   

THAT DOES

DISAPPOINT ME.



    

                   

DON'T MOVE!



    

                   

I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

I'M RIGHT HERE, ALAN.



    

                   

I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.



    

                   

CHRISTINE.



    

                   

[Hysterical]

WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?



    

                   

ALL RIGHT, ALAN.

ALL RIGHT.



    

                   

SO, WHEN THEY COME

AND FIND THE BODIES,



    

                   

WHO GETS TO TELL

THE STORY?



    

                   

[Alan] THEY'LL FIND

SOMEBODY.



    

                   

[Malcom] HE WON'T TELL IT

LIKE I CAN.



    

                   

HE WON'T UNDERSTAND YOU

LIKE I DO.



    

                   

WE'LL JUST WAIT UNTIL

THE POWER COMES BACK ON,



    

                   

AND THEN WE'LL

RECORD IT ON VIDEOTAPE.



    

                   

IT WILL BE ON EVERY

TV STATION IN THE COUNTRY.



    

                   

I'LL TURN

THE MACHINE ON--



    

                   

DON'T!

DON'T DO ANYTHING.



    

                   

THIS IS GOOD FOR YOU,

AND IT'S GOOD FOR ME!



    

                   

WE GOT THE CAMERA

RIGHT HERE.



    

                   

WE GOT LIGHTS.

WE GOT THE EQUIPMENT.



    

                   

DON'T MOVE!



    

                   

I'M NOT MOVING.

I'M RIGHT HERE.



    

                   

ALL WE HAVE

TO DO--



    

                   

??[Dramatic music]



    

                   

[Christine]

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

MALCOLM!



    

                   

CALL THE POLICE.



    

                   

[Clicking telephone]



    

                   

THE LINE'S DEAD.



    

                   

YOU CAN'T SHOOT ME,

MY FRIEND.



    

                   

THIS IS

TOO GOOD A STORY.



    

                   

YOU WOULDN'T PASS UP

THE  :   NEWS.



    

                   

TELEVISION.



    

                   

YOU NEED AN AUDIENCE.



    

                   

HA! JUST LIKE ME.



    

                   

THIS STORY IS TOO BIG.



    

                   

SHOOT HIM!



    

                   

YOU WON'T SHOOT ME,

MY FRIEND.



    

                   

I'M SAFE.



    

                   

DON'T TAKE ANOTHER--



    

                   

[Gunshot]



    

                   

[Thud]



    

                   

[Crying]



    

                   

[Typing]



    

                   

YOU DIDN'T PUT

YOUR NAME ON IT.



    

                   

[Typing]



    

                   

??[Soft music]



    

                   

I LOVE YOU.







  

  

  

 
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