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♪ ♪ man: i'm not ashamed. i've known love. i've known rejection. i'm not afraid to declare my feelings. take trust, for instance, or friendship. these are the important things in life. these are the things that matter, that help you on your way.
if you can't trust your friends, well, what then? what then? this could have been any city. they're all the same. (buzzer sounding) hello. i've come about the room. man: so, what's his name? i don't know.campbell or something?
cameron. cameron? mmm. really? man:that's right. man:what? uh... well, are you comfortable,cameron? yes, thanks.
you've seen the flat? yes. and you like it? it's great. yes, it is, isn't it? we all like it. the room's nice, too,don't you think? spacious, bright, well-appointed, all that sortof stuff, all that sort of crap.
well, yes. yes, so tell me, cameron--just tell me, 'cause i would like to know--what on earth could make you thinkwe'd want to share a flat like thiswith someone like you? i mean, my impressions-- andthey're rarely wrong-- is that you have none of the qualities we normally seek from a prospective flatmate. i'm talking here about things like presence,
charisma, style and charm, and i don't think we're asking too much. i don't think we're being unreasonable. take david here, for instance. a chartered accountant he may be, but at least he tries hard. trouble is, i just don't think you're trying. and, cameron-- i mean this-- good luck! (laughing)
just a few questions. i'd like to ask youabout your hobbies. why do you wanta room here? do you smoke? now, when you sacrifice a goatand you rip its heart out with your bare hands,do you then summon hellfire? it's a fairly straightforwardquestion. either you're divorcedor you're not. or do you just send outfor a pizza?
do a little freebase, maybe,from time to time? when you get up in the morning, how do you decidewhat shade of black to wear? okay.i'm going to play just a few secondsof this tape. i'd like you to name the song,the lead singer and three hit singles subsequently recordedby him with another band. (rock music plays)
(camera shutter clicking) let me get this straight. this affairthat you're not having-- is it not with a manor not with a woman? turning very brieflyto corporate finance... aah! dave. no. this is important. leveraged buy-outs--a good thing or a bad thing?
when did anyone last sayto you these exact words-- "you are the sunshineof my life"? (sobbing) and how would you react then if i told youi was the antichrist? (bell dinging) do you like my picture? (shouting) defeat, defeat, defeat.
sporting, personal, financial, professional, sexual and everything. (panting) next. did you know that...? alex. just serve. (grunts)
alex:anyway, i wasn't trying to win. (laughter) i don't wantto devalue your victory, juliet. all i'm sayingis i wasn't trying to win. victory is thesame as defeat. it's giving in to destructive,competitive urges. oh, did you learn that inyour psychotherapy group, david? discussion group,alex, discussion. i thoughtyou'd stopped going.
yeah, well, he had too manyof those urges. you of all people should knowabout that. god, you two are sensitive. all i'm doing is implyingsome kind of ugly, sordid sexual liaison. why, i'd be proudof that sort of thing. maybe you should go, alex. you'll meet someone wonderful. for my life?a discussion group?
i think not. for the flat. no. it'd be someonelike him. and one's enough,thank you very much. what aboutthat girl? what girl? that friend of yours,the one that came round. now, i liked her. we had something.
she could havemoved in. we had, uh,chemistry. she hated you. well, she hadproblems... more than anyone... no, i'd be the first one she had ever met... to admit. ...in her entire life.
in all kindness, i would. alex:but, like they say, you know, she's got to want to change,hasn't she? (door creaking) you must be hugo. and you must be juliet. would you like to come in? i'd be delighted. juliet: what do you do?
hugo: well, i've been away for a while, uh, traveling, you know, that kind of thing. and now i'm writing a novel. juliet: oh. what's it about? hugo: it's actually about a priest who dies. juliet: i see. hugo: yeah, maybe you're right. maybe i ought to change it. no. no, no, no, i thinkyou're right.
i mean, who wants toread another story about a dead priest? in fact, it's about another guywho's not a priest. and he lives.he doesn't die. (both laugh) see, it's better already. writing seems easy. oh. yeah, it's a breeze. nope.
(phone ringing) do you thinkyou could answer that? what, the telephone? the telephone, but ifit's for me, i'm not here. right. you're not here. okay. (juliet laughs) (phone continues ringing) uh, yes, it is, yes.
who's calling, please? well, i'm sorry,but she's not... she's not in right now. uh, no, i've gotabsolutely no idea. um, would you liketo leave a message? okay. good-bye. that was some guy called brian. did he sound upset? a little bit, yeah.
is that good or bad? it's an improvement. shall i, um, get the phone? no, just leave it. he knows i'm probably at home.i'm working nights this week. you're working nights? i'm a doctor. ah.
and he's a patient? no, but he needs treatment. (laughs)for what? a certain weakness. the human condition. oh. you know about it? well, i write about it. and that's notthe same thing? no, but like all novelists,i'm in search of the self.
alex: has he tried down the back of the fridge? that's where i normally find things. he seemed like anice guy, alex. i'm not sayinghe didn't seem like a nice guy. i'm just sayingit's a bit strange, you know, this searchof the self, and whatever he's on about. he didn't seem strange, alex. he seemed...
you know, interesting. interesting? interesting. no, she's not in. i don't know.i have no idea. (phone hangs up) who was it? i don't know.
he sounded swedish.do you know any swedish men? maybe it was just the emotion. what do you think? about what? about this guy,this hugo person. i don't have the time. i'm just asking what you think. i don't care so longas he's not a freak.
david? it's your mother's handwriting.i didn't open it. i don't like reading aboutyour father's constipation. so we'll meet him, then? what? yeah, yeah, whatever. i tell you, every letterthis guy writes you is the same. they all begin like true love and descendinto open pornography.
"i dream of your thighs,the touch of your white skin leading me in desire, while i,aroused and inflamed..." aroused and inflamed. even signs them in his own name.can you believe that? i'd sign someone else's.i'd sign his name. if i wrote them, that is,which i don't. alex: interesting. yes, well, that's what she said.interesting. you see, that's why you're here.
normally, i don'tusually meet people, unless i alreadyknow them. i see. people can beso cruel. so, um... (clears throat) well, uh, wethink it's fine. ah, so i can have the room? yes, you can havethe room.
(alex exhales) alex:i'm not usually drunk. not usually this drunk. david:only on expenses. no, it's true. a newspaper ispaying for all this. all this. in a moment, he's gonna tell you he could've been someone,instead of what he is, a newspaper. it was you, juliet. which is... the man we knowand love.
it was you. whati am. which is a hack. miserable, tired-out, emptyshell of a... know and love? yeah. i think you're lying. you're right. you see, they don'treally know me. no, alex, we don't reallylove you.
(chuckles) can you afford this place? oh, yeah. can i ask you a question? certainly. have you ever killed a man? (beep, whirring) (grunting) (beeping)
(gasping, groans) (beep) well, that's fair enough, then. (sniffing) (exhales) well, it certainly smellslike the real thing. (chuckling) (keys jangling) (grunts softly)
announcer (over tv):the rangers have madea few dramatic comebacks this season, but, uh,they'll really have to... join all of their resour... (channels changing) have you seen hugo? any idea which channel he's on? oh, for fuck's sake. (toilet flushing) have you seen him?
alex:yes or no.yes or no. oh, david,yes or... david: no! david hasn'tseen him, either. so i gathered. maybe he didn't like us. no, hugo. his car's still there. he's got a car?
what's wrong with that? what sort of car? i don't know, alex. i'm just a girl. oh, look, i'll ask youjust once more. a blue one, okay? and it's still there. yeah, hugo, look,i'm sorry about this, but can you open your door?
it's us, your flatmatesand companions. your newfound friends. (juliet stammering) he's not there.i can't see him at all. david:maybe he's in the wardrobe. alex:of course he's notin the bloody wardrobe. david:it was a joke, alex. alex:well, i thinkhe's probably left. we'll probably neversee him again.
juliet: alex. the key is in the keyholeon the other side. so? open it. you want meto kick this in? now? okay. no problem. do you want a go? okay, you size that up.
(giggling) (alex grunts) is this what theyalways look like? wonder how he did it. (wardrobe door opens) juliet:did what? alex: well, killed himself.presume that's what's happened. alex:what do you think? what? what's wrong?
what are you doing? i'm just looking. don't. don't look? why not? what's wrong, juliet? aren't you curious?don't you wonder what he died from? the guy's dead.what more do you need? it's not every day i finda story in my own flat.
it's not a story, alex.it's a corpse. i've never seena dead body before. (drawers opening and closing) i saw my grandmother,of course, but i don't supposethat counts. i mean... she was alive at the time. (line ringing) alex:can i show yousomething? (footsteps approaching)
(shuddering breaths) operator:emergency. which service? emergency. which... just think about it. come on, david. juliet? no, alex. it's... it's what? unfeasible.
oh, is that all? you mean immoral. i know what i mean. look, i'm only asking you bothto think about it. it's a sick idea, alex.it's sick. yeah, but don't tell meyou're not tempted. don't tell meyou're not interested. i know you well enough.
oh, you think so? well, go ahead, then.telephone. telephone the police. go ahead. no one's gonnastand in your way. telephone them. tell them. tell them there's a suitcasefull of money and you don't want it. (laughs)
♪ my baby don't care for shows ♪ ♪ my baby don't carefor clothes ♪ ♪ my baby just cares for me ♪ ♪ my baby don't care for ♪ ♪ cars and races ♪ ♪ high-tone places ♪ ♪ liz tayloris not his style... ♪ alex: now, was there a pet in the house? yeah, a pet.
you know, like a dog or abudgie or a gerbil or something. you see, what i need here is"pc plod saves harry the hamster from house of horror," you know? all right. well, that's a pity. you see,no pets, no human angle. you're such a flirt. (inhales sharply) woman: hi there. juliet: hello.
woman: what happened to that guy? juliet: what guy? that guy.the one that died. what guy that died? that one last week. here? yes, here.where else? oh, him. well, he died.
that's what i thought. hello? have you got roomfor an overnighter? ♪ my baby don't care ♪ ♪ for cars and races ♪ ♪ baby don't care for ♪ ♪ he don't carefor high-tone places ♪ (door shuts) david:he's still here?
alex:yeah, he couldn'tget his car started. when are you gonnalet the police know? well, you phone themif you want, david. what about you? well, i'm getting usedto having him around. ♪ with baby ♪ ♪ my baby just cares for ♪ ♪ my baby justcares for ♪ ♪ my baby just cares ♪
♪ for me. ♪ man:what is it we do here, david? sorry? here. right here? in this firm. well, it's a wide rangeof, uh... accounting, david.chartered accounting... exactly what i was...
...is often sneered at. were you aware of that? not any real sneeringas such, no. there's a whole wideworld out there, and it all needs to beaccounted for, does it not? well, i... but they sneer,do they not? i'm not sure. oh, it'sunfashionable, i know,
but, yes, we're methodical,yes, we're diligent, yes, we're serious, and where'sthe crime in that? why not shout itfrom the rooftops? yes, maybe sometimeswe're a wee bit boring, but by god, we get the job done. yes, sir. and that's whyi think you fit in here. i'm boring? (laughs dryly)you get the job done.
i see. i thought you meant... which is why i'm trusting youwith this client. (sighs) (indistinct, quiet chatter) good morning.lumsden, lumsden associates. can i help you? yeah, i'll just check thatfor you. (quiet, indistinct chatter)
let's do it. alex: good. let's talk about disposal. now, we have to make that body unidentifiable. and burning, dumping at sea and straightforward burial are all flawed, either by fingerprints, or more commonly, by dental records. this i have learned. now, what i suggest is that we bury him out in the forest,
but first of all, we remove his hands and his feet, which we incinerate. and his teeth, which we just remove. it's as simple as that. i've always wonderedwhat these were for. now... oh. this is what we need. and, um... woman (over p.a.):gary to the service desk,please.
...this. now, what else? a spade. we need a spade. david, i wishyou'd concentrate. we need a spadeif we're going to dig a pit. so who's gonna do it? dig the pit?i don't know. no, not that. then, what?who's gonna do what?
you know what i'm talkingabout. who's gonna do it? do i? what?what are you talking about? you know what.who's gonna do it? we all are, david.we're all gonna do it. each of us-- you, me andjuliet-- will do his or her bit. okay? fair enough? i can't do it. i don't hear this. i won't beable to do it.
are you telling meyou want out already? are you telling meyou don't want the money? hugo is going off.he smells. shh! the flat smells. shh, shh. we can't wait any longer! i'm just telling you,i won't be able to cut him up. (rustling)
who's going to do it? well, i thought we all were. i don't think i can. but, juliet, you're a doctor.you kill people every day. it's different. i still don't want to. and now you tell me. there's something i want to ask. i don't know!i swear to god, i don't know!
family? friends? drugged-up,wandering, suicidal, search-for-the-self fuck-upsdon't have families, david. i just thought we should discuss it. take his legs. where's hugo? (gasps)
(door creaks open) (whispering):it's all right. alex:fuck! (indistinct muttering) alex:what are you doing? (indistinct whispering) (whispering, thudding) (whispering) pick him up!
pick him up.pick him up! shh. aah! i swear to god,i don't know! i don't know! (groans) stupid fucking bastard. why don't we draw lotsfor it? whoever drawsthe short straw does it all. that way, you either do it,or you don't, all or nothing. okay, i can gowith that.
look, if i draw the short straw,then i'll do it, but i'm not going to do itjust because you won't. (engine starts) (door opens) (bird squawking) alex:all right, then, herewe are, and this is it. do you want to play or not? (loud grunting and groaning) (rapid, rhythmic sawing,rhythmic chopping)
(rhythmic metallic sawing,grunting) (groaning) (coughing) (pants heavily) (rapid, high-pitchedmetallic grating) (panting, sniffling) finished. uh, but not quite. is that going to be deep enough?
don't worry about that. is this necessary? yes. now, come on,all or nothing. (squishy thudding) (knocking) juliet:are you all right? oh, yes, i'm fine, thanks.just fine. would you like totalk about it? (water running)
woman (over tv):these three peopleget their chance to... lose a million. (upbeat tv theme music plays) (applause and whistling) man:yes, all right. hello there.welcome aboard once again onto the millionaire's yacht. as you can see,it's just like the... marie celeste, really, butwithout the party atmosphere.
as you know, lose a million, the object is not to win the game,but to... host, audience and alex:lose. not to give right answers,but... host, audience and alex:wrong ones. not to do well,but to do really... host, audience and alex:badly. and above all to tryand make a total... host, audience and alex:hotch-potch.
juliet:be careful. (drums playing loudly) alex! alex:i don't know why we couldn'tjust stuff it in a mattress or under the floorboardslike any other human being! juliet: stop nagging, alex. alex:we could've hid itin the fridge. (door slams) (electrical crackling)
(switch sizzling) (machinery rattling) (crash, glass shatters) (alex shouts) (sniffs) (whoops) (boom) (cheering and applause) (fireworks crackling)
ladies and gentlemen, could i haveyour attention please? first of all, i'd like to thankyou all for coming here tonight to help us raise funds for the sickchildren's unit. (drumroll) you never told me this was forchildren. i hate children. i'd raise money to have thelittle fuckers put down. oi! i want my money back!
but beforethe dancing starts, ladies and gentlemen,i would like excuse me! to pay tribute to,to give a vote of thanks to the few peoplewho have worked so hard to make this occasionactually happen. i'm referring, of course... do you know manyof these people? yes, they're my friends.
oh, so if they wantto speak to you, we tell them thatyou're not here. but, ladiesand gentlemen and those of youwho are neither (chuckles) or both... (drumroll, rimshot) where did theydig him up? ...and form setsfor "strip the willow." (music begins)
are we going to dance? well, it's physicalcontact, isn't it? (alex whoops) (sounds distort) (giggles) (shivering breaths) talk to me. (mumbling) okay. give me a hand.
no, man! no! please don't, man! please don't, man! no! (shouting indistinctly) no, man! no! (wailing) (music playing) alex:that was good. listen, can we talkabout something? not now. i have an idea.
it's important. we need to decide... will you just stop worrying? to love and to happiness forever. forever and ever. (gulps)what's wrong? i want to talk now. not until you'vedrunk to love
and happiness forever. now. after! david, i promise we will. just keep him happy. it's not for me. it's for love andhappiness forever! look over there.
it's cameron. juliet:who? alex:cameron. youremember cameron. no, i don't. what's he doing here? that's not him. it is. cameron! cameron, come on over here!come on! nothing. we thoughtyou were someone else.
(snickering) alex:good luck! (laughs) i love that guy, but why doeshe have to follow us around? anyway, what i was wantingto say was this... man:aha, the divine juliet. long time, no see. brian. would you care to dance?
david:hold on there. who do you think you are? you interrupted us. why, i'm brian mckinley. and who are you? well, brian mckinley, if you wantto talk to my girlfriend, you talk to me first. if you want to dance with her,
you apply in writingthree weeks in advance or you're gonnaend up inside a fucking bin bag! you didn't apply,so you don't dance! do you think you could be alittle more forceful next time? i'm sorry. oh, no. i thinkhe got the message. that was quite stressful. i found thatquite stressful.
yeah, but you were good.he was really good. "fucking bin bag"--i liked that. you really explored yourmaleness to the full there. do you think so? well, you certainlyhad a good look around. you were magnificent. "fucking bin bag."(laughing) (door squeaks) (urinating)
"fucking bin bag." (toilet seat thumps) cameron!what a surprise. (toilet flushes) juliet:hello? (phone slams in cradle) don't know. no one said anything. what, renderedspeechless with desire?
i recall that feeling from thedays when i had such a thing. are you all right? then let's spend some money. it's been a struggle, but nowour days of worry are over. the light at the endof the tunnel has expanded into a golden sunrise, and now at last, at long last, nothing will everbe the same again. (up-tempo music playing)
(juliet and alex laughing) (whirring) juliet:ooh! (juliet guffaws, laughs) excuse me. alex:what's this? (both laughing) (alex and juliet laughing) this is alex lawreporting
on the video diaryof his own life. let me tell you,i'm so happy i could die. i think we ought to scrub this. don't you? oh, will you relax? you're makingus all nervous. how much did you pay for this? how much? how much? how much?
i can't remember.i don't know. tell me how much you paidfor it. i can't remember. i don't know, david. no idea. how much did you pay? how much...? how much did you pay for this?! â£500.
â£500? juliet:â£500. you paid â£500 for this? that's what itcost, david. no, no, that's what you paid for it. â£500 is what you paid for it. we don't knowhow much it cost us yet. for you two
to have a good time, we don'tknow the cost of that yet! (indistinct chatter) excuse me.did they take anything? alex: is that enough for you? oi. is that enoughfor you? yes, that's fine. there's plenty more. that's fine.
what's wrong? nothing. you're not eating. not eating what? well, you're not eatinglike you used to. if you give me the plate,i'll eat. now swallow. you know, you should spend some of that moneyinstead of worrying about it.
that's my advice. he's right, you'd feel so much betterabout it all. once it's spent, you don't haveto worry about it. be like a weightoff your shoulders. you know we're right. don't you? i want to secure it.
secure it? what, you want to putit in a bank? you don't want to put it in a bank,do you? what, do you want to bury it,is that it? oh, i don't seethe point in that. it's stupid. of course it's stupid. look, we did what we did,we took the money. it was a material calculation. what's the pointif it's underground
in some funny bankin some funny place? if you can't have it,if you can't spend it, then what use is it?none. it's all for nothingif you do that. now, i didn't getinto this for nothing, so that i couldhave nothing. yeah, and you didn't sawhis feet off. tastes different. (floorboards creaking)
david, what are you doingup there? will you comedown now? it's not safeup there. are you listeningto me? security and insanityare not the same thing. shit. alex: i don't care what you say. a grown man shouldn't be living in a loft. he isn't safe up there.
if you cared about him at all,then you'd use your influence to get him down,then he'd be safe. and the money? well, we couldput it somewhere. where he can't get it? well, you thoughtof that, not me. forget it. he'll come down. oh, juliet, look.
(drill whirring) hello, mr. lumsden,it's david stevens here. i'm sorry, sir, i won't be ableto make it to the office today. it's my mother, sir,she's very ill, and i think i needto be with her just now. i don't know.the doctors aren't sure. it could go either way. yes, sir,i'll certainly stay in touch. (hangs up phone)
(utensils clanking) alex:good day? juliet:what? good day? what are youtalking about? i'm just asking if youhad a good day at work. why? well, i thought i'dmake conversation. please, i'd ratheryou didn't.
(door buzzer sounds) are you expecting anyone? aren't you goingto answer it? well, i'm not expectinganyone, either. (screams) (gasps, grunts) (screaming) it's in the loft! in the loft!
(crowbar clangs) (footfalls approaching) (creaking) (thud) (juliet sobbing) (juliet screams) man: september the 19th, direct flight, londonheathrow to rio de janeiro. it's british airways.
you're looking at 765 pounds.seven-six-five. that sounds fine. air portugal,on the other hand-- it's via lisbon, same day--it's 565 pounds. five-six-five. is cateringimportant? air france,glasgow direct. oh, but then you're lookingat the wrong end of 912 pounds. that's nine-one-two. the first one was fine--heathrow direct.
well, it's up to you. air patagonia--that's a new outfit-- via... well, via lotsof different places, really. well, there's no catering. that's, uh, 411 pounds.four-one-one. well, it's good value,but refueling at bogota is variable. the first one was fine. oh, it's up to you.
seven-six-five. how will you be paying? (footsteps above) man (over tv):oh, god! oh, jesus christ! (wood creaking, footsteps above) oh, my god! christ! no, no. dear god!no. christ!
(wood creaking) (drilling) (groans softly) (drilling continues) alex:no, and that's it.i refuse to discuss it any further. it's the only way. no, i refuse. you're frightened.
i'm not frightened.i'm a little terrified maybe. did you see what happened to the last two peoplethat tried to do that? they went up there alive,and they came back down dead. did you notice that? the difference, i mean,alive-dead, dead-alive, that sort of thing. it wasn't difficultto spot. he killed them both.
he cut them up. yeah, but you'll be all right. and how's that? because you're smarterthan he is. (sniffles) yeah, well, that's whati've always thought. (rifling through papers) good evening. i'm detective inspector mccall.this is dc mitchell.
i wonder if we could ask yousome questions. what about? it's about the burglary. burglary? downstairs. of course. can we come in? so i just heard her criesfor help and all that, and when i went downstairs,
there were alreadythose other people there, so i just stood around,you know, waiting, the way people do. and when your colleaguesarrived, i came back upstairs. that's about all, i think. i didn't actually see anythinguseful, i don't think. and the other three peopleliving in the flat-- did they hearanything? there are only two other peoplein the flat.
two? who said there were four? we understood there werefour people living here. not always, of course,but now-- four. david:no. three. how strange. and how unsatisfactoryto have misleading information. only three people here.you're sure? yes, absolutely.
who saidthere were four? make a note of that, mitchell. only three, rather than four.write it down. you can use numbers or words.i have no preference. which are you using? both, sir. excellent. dc mitchell isa rising star, mr. stevens. under my tutelage, he willundoubtedly make the grade.
i doubt it. alex:and you'll wait in the hall? juliet:i'll wait there. and if it sounds likei'm getting killed or anything, you'll call the policeand tell them everything? everything. except maybe that it washis idea in the first place. now, that's important to me. i need to die misunderstood.
alex? as smart as you are, youmight need a little help. (footsteps, wood creaking) alex:now, david,what i'm going to do is, i'm going to open this lock,and i'm going to come up. but what's really importantis that you remain calm, okay? (key clicks in lock) (footsteps) (yells)
alex?! it's all right. it's just a pigeon. he isn't up here. (muffled scream) tell him to look for the money. juliet:look for the money! don't worry.that's exactly what i'm doing. (soft grunt)
it's not up here. he has eaten it. (mechanical whirring) you looking for me? looking for you, yeah. what for? what did you want?the money-- was that it? we just wanted to talk to you. who else have you justwanted to talk to?
maybe you thoughtthey'd already got me. who? your friends. (loud whirring) i don't knowwhat you're talking about. juliet:he doesn't know, david. (loud, quivering breaths) maybe you don't. i'm talking about the police.
(whirring, david chuckles) (loud breathing) (alarm clock beeping) (beeping stops) (david breathing) (exhales sharply) (footsteps departing) i thought you'd gone to work. with a face like this?
man:alex. the editor wants to see you. so you should be. maybe we can stillsort everything out. well, we cancertainly try. man: three bodies. decomposed. mutilated beyondrecognition. i don't know anything about it.
of course you don't knowanything about it. if you knewanything about it, i wouldn't have to send youout there to cover it. cover it? that's right.this is your break, son. jesus. (parking brake clicks) (keys jangle) (shouts)
all right, ladies and gentlemen, the releasable and print-worthyfacts of the day so far are as follows: late yesterday afternoon, forestry workers came acrossone set of human remains lying in a grave which appearedto have been recently dug. further excavation on our part revealed another deeper grave containingtwo sets of human remains. reporter 1: is this a serial killer?
reporter 2: how come they haven't been identified yet? reporter 3: how long have they been in the ground? (reporters clamoring) reporter 4: any obvious motive yet? reporter 3: is it true that one of the bodies has been skinned? not entirely. oh, come on, ken. all right, all right. an area of skin has been removed,
and you'd better keep this to yourselves. there's no hands, no feet, no teeth. the faces are pulp, totally unrecognizable, and yes, skin has been removed from one of the bodies. (overlapping shouting) as and when the corpsesare removed, we will endeavor to ascertainthe mode of death and duration of burial... (indistinct shouting)
...as well as identification... woman:is this a serial killer? ...which will, of course,be passed on to you after informing,where possible, the next of kin. (keys jingling) (engine starting, revving) (engine revving) alex:are you okay? yes, of course.
why wouldn't i be? i just thought maybe i was... we were justsorting things out. well, you better readall about it. david:we already know all about it. it was on the television. of course, but i thinkyou'll find the print medium provides a more lucid
and detailed... oh, shut up, david:it wasn't deep enough. i told you it wasn't deepenough, and you wouldn't listen. it doesn't necessarily matter. they don't even knowwho these people are, and even if they did,they've got nothing to connect us with them,nothing. david:i'm glad you'reso certain, alex.
it makes us feel awhole lot better. i beg your pardon? it makes us feela whole lot better. that's what i thought he said. (doll giggling) (giggling continues) (quietly):shit. stop. what are you doing here?
it's about me and david. oh, the perfect couple,i should say. you mustn't take it so badly. oh, don't worry. i'd do exactly the same thing,only i don't think i'm his type. don't you ever stop? mccall:take all the timeyou like, doctor. no, i've never seen any of them. look again if you like.
i'm sorry. i haven't seen them. do you think you've gota good memory for faces? oh, same as everyone else. but in your work,you must meet lots of different peopleevery day. new people, new faces, no? what do you recognize most,names or faces? diseases. like recognizing criminalsby their crimes.
i suppose so. i mean, that'swhat it's like. you said yousupposed so, but i wasn'toffering it for debate. he wasn't offeringit for debate. (siren approaching) (siren fading) no, i've never seenany of these men before. take a look atthe first two.
no, i don't know them. if i told you that their carwas parked outside just now, would that surprise you? yes, i suppose so. well, is it? parked there? mccall: no. not anymore. i just wondered if itwould surprise you. (laughs softly)
that's it. alex:that's all? sorry to waste your time. oh, not at all.don't worry. one thing. yes? a watch. the watch. is it real?
or a fake? (chuckles):oh. uh, no, it's a fake. i-i picked it up in thailand. the second handdoesn't sweep, you see. right. tell you what... if you do rememberthese guys, maybe you could give mea phone on this number. any time you like.
alex: i didn't tell them anything, nothing at all,absolutely nothing. they're plods,that's all they are. uh, look, if they had anything,anything at all-- any witnesses,any forensic evidence-- they would have whipped it outthere and then. david:they know. they can know all they like. it won't do themthe slightest bit of good.
they know. so they know. so what?they have nothing. th-there's nothing to connect uswith that bodies stuff. except the money. he's right,alex, they know! (ticking) (clock ticking) (thump)
come on, come on. mccall:my office is closed. life, however, grinds ontowards its conclusion. fuck. in the meantime, you may wishto leave a message, but the final decisionis yours alone. juliet:david. you forgotto wake me. so let's go.
david:you and me? juliet:together. hey, alex! who are you callingat this time of night? (telephone clatters, alex gasps) come out here and talk to us. well? sex lines-- is that it? triple-x-ratedinteractive fantasies?
old habits die hard. aye, i was phoning your mother. you old devil. well, anyway, as you can see,we're leaving. yeah, i'm sorry, butthat's the way it is. don't worry about it. i'll forward your mail. no, really,
i am sorry. sorry to be ducking outon you like this. i mean, i hopeyou won't take it personally. no, no, no, don't let it worry you,not at all. it's probably for the best. oh, for the best. exactly. hey, i wouldn't want thingsto end on a downer.
not at all. i mean, we've ups anddowns, right, good times,bad times? (chuckling):yeah. ah, we could talk all night,but we have to go. don't we, juliet? and you needyour sleep. david:no, can't thinkof anything else that matters.
about your mail... ah, it's very good of youto offer, but... where do you think you'll go? where will we go? oh, don't beso coy, dear. you're going to rio. that's right. rio de janeiroon your own. you should know.
you bought the fucking ticket! did you see that? did she show you that?i bet she didn't show you that beforeshe sent you up there. what did she say? "we'll split ittogether-- you and me, 50-50"? but i bet you didn't sayyou'd split on him.
it wasn't like that. don't lie to me! don't treat me like that! i bought it. i bought the tickets--one for her and one for me. it was my idea. your idea, i see. well, that fits. i mean, you andhim fit together.
i should have seenthat a long time ago. alex, stop him! no, let him go. let him have it all. juliet, let him go. i'm leaving. you shouldn'thave hit her! you can do what you like,but you shouldn't have hit her! you want it?!
you want it? (juliet yells) you bastard! (david screams) (david grunts, juliet screams) (alex screams) (straining) (gasping breaths) (gasping breaths continue)
(gasping breathscontinue) (low grunting) (faint grunting in pain) (breathing slows) (crunching) (yells in pain) you did the right thing. (low groan) but i can't take you with me.
(yelling) (gasping breath) (door closes) (faint, squeaky grunting) (grunting, gasping) (sobbing grunts) (low, final exhale) (groaning):oh... dear...
i'll be okay. i'll... be okay. i'll be... oh, i'll be all right. (shutter clicking) (shutter continues clicking) (faint groaning) hello, inspector. ♪ there's a certain sound ♪
(sobbing, yelling) ♪ always follows me around ♪ (sobbing, shoutingunintelligibly) ♪ when you're close to me ♪ ♪ you will hear it ♪ ♪ it's the soundthat lovers hear ♪ ♪ when they discover ♪ ♪ there could be no other ♪ ♪ for their love ♪
♪ it's my ♪ ♪ happy heart you hear ♪ ♪ singing loudand singing clear ♪ ♪ and it all because ♪ ♪ you're near me, my love ♪ ♪ take my happy heart away ♪ ♪ let me love younight and day ♪ ♪ in your arms i want to stay ♪ ♪ oh, my love ♪
alex: oh, yes... i believe in friends. i believe we need them. but if, one day, you find that you just can't trust them anymore, well, what then? ♪ so completely ♪ ♪ music fills my soul now ♪ ♪ i've lost all control now ♪
♪ i'm not half, i'm whole now ♪ ♪ with your love ♪ ♪ and it's all because ♪ ♪ la la la, la la la la... ♪ (song fades) captioned by media access group at wgbh access.wgbh.org
