Killer Instinct (1988) - full transcript

Woman: What time
is your reservation for?

Man: 7:30.
I'll pick you up at 7:00.

WomaGreat.

See you later.

See you.

Whoa, late night
last night, Doctor?

Too late.

- You and Harry Handsome?
- Mm-hm.

Now, what was he in again,
Lisa?

- Plastic surgery?
- Podiatry.

Oh, yeah, right-- feet,
what the world needs most.



Not today, Charlie.
I'm already on ER duty.

In that dress?

( indistinct conversations )

( mambo music blaring )

Big day at the park, man!

Zenuca's gonna be there
with his band.

Bet you these chicks from
Orient Street be there.

I'm out.

Got a little juice?

No.

No?
Oh, man.

Come on.

I said no!

Oh, man.



( both grunting )

( shouting indistinctly )

What's the matter
with you?!

We need some help!

Get off of me!

( indistinct shouting )

Where to?

( shouting continues )

- What happened?
- He freaked out.

Beat up his cousin,
trashed the apartment good.

- On drugs?
- That, we don't know.

15 milligrams
Haldol IM, stat!

That's it.
Watch, he bites.

Come on!

Let me go!

Hold him still.
Hold him down.

Hold him down!
Please help!

Okay, when he's quiet,
take blood, get a drug screen.

( grunting )

Can you tell me
anything about him?

Doctor, it was like walking
into a chain saw.

- Wasn't much conversation.
- Last name is Lopez.

We got to go back
and write it up.

I guess I might as well take
my hat, cuffs and my belt.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

What happens
when the shot wears off?

I hate to put him in restraints.

Yeah, but if he
comes up swinging?

Yeah.

- Well, he's under arrest?
- Arrest? I guess we could have.

But with the family
disputing us--

his aunt says he's a good kid

and he just went sick
in the head.

The aunt won't press charges,
so here we are.

All right, turn him over.

Sit him up.
Okay.

There, now, this is just
until we see how you are.

He's all yours.

Hey, man, let's get going.

He kept me up all night long.

Don't listen to him, Doctor.

He tried to hide it,
but I could hear it.

- He's making trouble again.
- ( whistles )

It's that damn college song.
Tell him not to do that.

Is that true, Mr. Gore?

Well, he didn't
have to listen.

What is it that kept you up?

Well, a bit nervous
about getting out.

He's lying.

He was worried
about foreign policy.

- No, I was not!
- You were.

When you weren't whispering,
you were muttering that--

- that damn speech--
- Mind your own business.

Looks like Poore's
had a setback.

Shall I up his medication again,
back to 30 milligrams?

Nothing wrong with that.

Just means that's
the level he needs.

You can still
send him out Friday.

- What?
- Why not?

- He's not dangerous.
- No?

What if he goes back
to New York again

and tries to address the U.N.?

They'll lock him up
and send him back to us.

Rough 'em up
and turf 'em out.

You know a better way?

We'll up his medication
even higher.

Till we find the right level?

( sighs )

- Ugh, no.
- Oh, yes.

- He's waiting for you
in iso room.
- Why me?

Why couldn't he have
given him to Parley?

Parley's on overload as is.

Just take Sergeant Benny
with you and keep your distance.

Mr. Zamora?
I'm Dr. DaVito.

Mm, a lady doctor.

How are you feeling?

Not bad.

I like the color.
But... it fits a little tight.

Can you tell me
how you got here?

On the bus?

( chuckles )

The police brought you here
on the bus?

Can you tell me
what happened?

Nothing.

Do you remember anything?

Yeah.

You put me in this thing.

You were violent.

How are you feeling now?

Calm.

Nice and calm.

I'm nice and quiet now.

Can you can get me
out of this thing?

What happened
to your cousin?

Look, you wanna talk,

get me out of this
and we'll talk.

You're not angry?
You're in control of yourself?

Yes, Teacher.

Boo!

( laughs )

Public enemy number one.

( chuckles )
Hey, you like to dance?

Take you...
dancing sometime.

Show you some... moves.

I mean soreal moves.

Are you sure
you're a doctor?

I mean, too pretty
to be a doctor.

( chuckles )

I know what he's up to.

He's saying, "Hey, lady,
I'm no freak-o mental patient.

I'm this big macho lover."

While the doctor
understands that,

but the person is grossed out.
( chuckles )

"You're too pretty
to be a doctor."

I haven't had that
since med school.

Yeah, I'm the one
who's too pretty to be a doctor.

Now, that is true.

Yeah! ( growls )

One more year, baby,
we are out of here.

Oh... California.

Here we come.

Nice healthy neurotics.

With ingrown toenails.

And treatable problems.

We'll play tennis.

And have gorgeous,
suntanned babies.

Who'll both be named after me.

Steven and Stephanie,
of course.

Of course, and a dog,
big black Labrador retriever.

And he'll be named after me.

( both chuckle )

I'm so backed up,
it's silly.

Anyhow, here's what I got
from the family.

Frederick Zamora,
born in Puerto Rico,

oldest of five kids.

Mother ill, so he's sent to
live up here with an aunt

because he'd have
a better chance.

Now, get this-- straight-A
student through grade school,

first year of high school,
honor society,

won an art award,
everything.

Then three years ago,
his mother died.

Went into a tailspin,
started getting withdrawn,

dropped out of school,
then this incident.

So whatever else
your macho man is,

he's no dummy.

- Cat.
- Bird.

- Stone.
- Drugs.

Get stoned.

Book.

You're from Connecticut,
right?

Your father is a big
insurance guy down there.

Maybe I'll meet him sometime.

Father.

And your boyfriend,
Dr. Steven Nelson,

who works over at
St. Theresa's Hospital,

is he from Connecticut, too?

I scare you, don't I?

"Oh, wow, how does he
find out all these things?"

Why would you want
to scare me?

If I can't love you,
I got to do something.

Hey, kid, you're ruining
my business.

What do you mean?

Freddie Zamora,
I was just up to see him,

you know, read him his rights,
see if he wants to get sprung.

He wouldn't hear of it.

He's having
the time of his life.

Well, he ought to be.

He has to work out
on me every day.

- How do you mean?
- ( sighs )

He's got a new game to add
to his macho lover routine.

It's called
"scare the doctor."

He knows where Steve works.
He knows our plans.

How'd he find out?

Mm, patients? Staff?
Who knows.

He's one of those clever types
that can get people to talk.

So do your number on him.

My number?

Dope him up and send him out.

You know, Charlie,
this is the one time

I'd really love to do that,
but I can't.

I'm evaluating him
to see if he's still violent,

and I can't take the chance
of masking any symptoms,

so every day I sit across
from him wondering

if I say the wrong thing
or make the wrong gesture,

if this ticking bomb
will go off.

Well, he's quiet
since he's here.

A few more days of the same,

maybe discharge him
to outpatient.

Without really knowing
if he's still violent?

Well, no, I guess not.

Well, so what the hell?

It's a couple of weeks with
Sergeant Benny riding shotgun.

Come on, what's a couple
of weeks to you?

You got it made.

A couple of years,
you and Harry Handsome

will have nice little practices
out in California,

mornings in the office,
afternoons on the beach,

and nights...
under the stars.

Charlie,
how have I offended you?

You haven't.

Well, then why
the constant needle?

Well, let's just say I can spot
a silver spoon a mile away.

That.

Where you going?
You haven't eaten.

Rich girls don't eat, Charlie.
They just ride horses.

Man: Frederick Zamora.

Cardiology, fine.

Nothing from blood chemistry.
Thank you.

Well?

Well, no hallucinations.

He's not delusional.

His reality testing is good,

even to the point of making
veiled little threats.

Medical insurance?

None, which makes him
another Medicaid patient,

which elicited yet another note
from the Review Committee.

I know, I know.

We're over-admitted
on Medicaid patients.

In which they request
we ship across town

to Rexford Lutheran,
but Rexford Lutheran's no fool.

The boy is violent
and they don't want him,

thanks for calling.

Well, maybe we want him.
Poor and violent.

Sounds like our cup of tea,
huh, Lisa?

- Where are you with it?
- Oh.

He put a guy in the hospital.
I still don't know why.

For all I know, he had
a temporal lobe seizure.

EEG is pending.

I... want
to fully evaluate him.

Do it.

What about
the Review Committee?

I'll deal with them.

Anything else?

Yes, those hospital beds
you added out in the hall.

Those patients are getting up
at night and walking around.

Night staff
can't follow them.

Oh, brother.

Well, increase their meds
so they sleep through.

Let me go, man!

- Come on--
- I said no!

Just a little fun.

You wanna go
to the bathroom?

You wanna go to the bath--

Hey, Freddie, let him go!
Let him go!

Take it easy.

Calm down.

Freddie!
Get off him!

Freddie!

Come on.

Fred...

what if I hadn't
been there?

You've got to learn
to trust me.

Yeah, I guess.

Scared and alone.

Not here.

Alone?

What is it, Fred?

I'm so scared.

Of what?

Of me.

He's afraid of himself
when he gets angry.

He knows he loses control.

He hurts people,

and he hates himself
for it.

It just poured out of him.

He's a kid.

A frightened kid.

All that time,
he had me scared.

Well, he is scary.

Then all of a sudden
he's just a-- just a kid.

Yeah?
Is that all?

Yeah.
Why do you ask?

He seems to get to you
a lot more

than the other patients,
that's all.

I don't know.

I think they all get to me.

All right.

All right,
he's just another patient.

Freddie:
My mother was a saint.

My old man,
he was a joke.

He had this cow,
she was all he cared about.

When she had a baby, a calf,
and the calf caught a cold,

he put it in my bed.

I'd sleep on the floor.

He'd stay up all night
with that calf,

and I caught a cold
on the floor.

But your mother was a saint.

She was always sick,
but she always looked after me.

Who was it that decided
to send you up to the States?

Well, your father
was with his cow.

She got too sick to look
after the others and me.

There were better schools
up here, so I came.

How did you feel about it?

Fine.

And Sonia?

Fine.

Cousin Ronnie?

Fine.

So why'd you send him
to the hospital,

because everything was fine?

Look, I don't care
about Ronnie, okay?

He's not Sonia's favorite,
but I'm used to that.

What about you?
How does she treat you?

Um, I'm sorry
about the other day.

Forget about it.

No, no, no.
You were right.

I'm a snob,
a blue-collar snob.

And envious.

Of what?

Your money.
I love money.

You? Charlie Daimler
for the people?

Yeah.
I dream of it.

Steaks, yachts,
fancy clothes.

Clothes? You?

( chuckles ) Yeah.

Well, your suits,
they're rumpled.

Do you sleep in them?

Or do you just scrunch them up
every morning before dressing?

Or you just buy them at
the rumpled suit store?

You're not the only one
who can throw zingers.

( laughs )

That's good.
You give as good as you get.

That's great.

( laughs )

It was all blown up
to be more than it was.

It was just a little argument.

Ronnie slipped.
He would say so anywhere.

Look at him.

How could he do that to
someone as big as Ronnie?

Fred,
is that what happened?

L-Look.
This is what Freddie does.

He designs things.

Freshman year.

Remember, Freddie?

These are very good.

Aunt: You should go back
to them, Frederico.

It's a good trade for you.

What's that all about?

He's terrible.

Look, we love...

We'll do anything
for Freddie.

But...

well, the landlord,

we're having trouble with him
over the apartment,

and he'll do anything
to kick us out.

Good morning, where's a good
place for us to talk?

Freddie! Freddie!

Help me!

You're a bitch!
You're dead! You're dead!

I'm gonna kill you!

( Freddie's shouting fading )

The point is,
I didn't see it coming.

I mean, I knew he was angry
with his family,

but I never thought...

It was that--
that moment at the end,

when his aunt took me aside.

I never should have
let her do that.

He read it that I was with her
and planning to dump him.

So he went off
and brooded about it,

and in our next session...

Well, as we say in France,
rookie mistake.

Luckily no one was hurt.

Question now is
what do we do with Mr. Zamora?

Well, I'd say
the evaluation is complete.

He's violent and dangerous.

Look, for all we know,
that was an isolated episode.

We could watch him for a bit,

then send him out on a pass,
see how he does.

Hook him up with a halfway house
if his folks don't want him.

Make a referral
to the outpatient clinic.

Now, Dr. Parley, let's don't
send people out of here so fast.

He did physically
assault someone.

He almost got Lisa.

Now, we've got him
for another 30 days

on the involuntary
commitment.

- Is that right, Charlie?
- If he doesn't contest it.

- Uh-huh.
- Excuse me, Dr. Butler,

but if we've got Mr. Zamora
here and he's not violent

for the 30 days
that we've got him,

then we send him out,
right?

Yes, if all you can do
is go by the book.

Well, excuse me, Doctor, isn't
that why the book was written?

I mean,
isn't that our job?

And if it is, it strikes me
that what we need to do

is try to get 30 nonviolent
days out of Mr. Zamora.

Dr. Parley, strikes me
that you wrote the book.

Okay,
if you go that way,

standard medication
is 10 milligrams

haloperidol twice a day.

Or if you wanna make sure,
15.

Excuse me,
but I said

that he was a danger
to himself and others.

And we said
not if he's medicated.

Yeah, what if he stops taking
his medication once he's out?

Why should he?

Because he's 18 years old,
full of piss and vinegar,

and does not want to spend
his days zombie-eyed.

And most importantly,
doesn't think,

except in moments
of extreme anguish,

that there's
anything wrong with him.

Now, Lisa, what is it
that you want?

Now, do you want
to send him upstate,

custodial care at
the warehouse by the waters?

He'll rot there.

Do you want to put him
on a bus to Phoenix,

let them worry
about him out there?

He'll get much less
supervision than here.

- What?
- Look, he's dangerous.

Don't let him out.
Keep him.

I'm trying to,
but there are problems.

Now, look,
I share your concern,

but there's only so
much we can do.

I just can't issue orders.

There's a hospital
full of patients here.

There's a system that runs
the hospital--

- That just got hit
with a Medicaid cut--
- Claire, please.

There's only so much
we can do or you.

Now we've got him
for 30 days, yeah?

Let's see what happens.

Yeah.

But as to medication,
five milligrams twice a day.

I don't want him zonked.

Five milligrams
as you say.

All right,
we got work to do.

Let's go, come on,
work, work.

Butler's right,
what more can you do?

( sighs )
I don't know.

But I don't feel good.

Well, of course,
you don't.

You've been through
one hell of a scary event.

You've got all kinds of emotions
churning around inside of you.

It's time for you to lay out,
let them all sift down.

Maybe.
I don't know.

Lisa, you did your job.

You evaluated him...
the hard way.

- Well, he's still my patient.
- To do what with?

I don't know.

Nothing. Let it go.
In a month, he's gone.

No, he's not gone.

He's out here
with you and me

and all that anger
lurking deep down.

Lisa...

are all situations solvable?

No.

Are you responsible
for all situations?

No.

Look, I know this
is gonna sound cruel,

but sometimes the best thing
you can do in these situations

is just walk away.

If you don't,
they'll chew you up,

they'll spit you out,
and they won't give a damn

you were ever there.

My folks as an example.

40 years in
the Chicago school system

because they believed,
and how did they end up?

Broken and ignored.

Not for you, hon.
Not for me.

Cool him, huh?

Yeah.

( laughter,
toy squeaking )

Now. You'll get your meds
here at 8:00 in the morning

and 4:00 in the afternoon.

Right.

And you have to take them
when you receive them.

- All right?
- Yeah.

( sighs )
I guess that's it.

You make it through
the next four weeks

without...
anything happening--

Home free.

( softly ) Yeah.

Doctor?
Uh, Lisa.

I'm sorry about...

Well,
I was partly to blame.

I would never
want to hurt you.

I know.

Get your pill.
I'll see you later.

Hey, there's my doctor.
Doctor, where you been?

I ain't seen you around
last couple days.

I was on emergency room duty.
How are you?

Me?
Top of the line.

23 days to go then,
boom, I'm gone.

I know.

Hey, Mr. Kelly,
where you taking my doctor to?

Hey, Mr. Kelly, how about
a little Top 40 radio, huh?

- Freddie!
- We do this all the time.

- I play DJ on his teeth radio.
- He has no radio on his teeth.

But he thinks he does,
so why not make it a nice radio?

- Right, Mr. K?
- Freddie, sing.

See? Yeah.

( softly ) Yeah.

Oh, it's all right.

Okay, Mr. K,
what's it gonna be?

- Andy Williams?
- Who?

- Christmas?
- Christmas.

Silent...

Oh, silent.
"Silent Night," right?

All right, I'm gonna have
to fake it a little, okay?

Here we go.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is purple ♪

♪ All is white... ♪

Now, Mr. Kelly, we're not
from the FBI.

I am Dr. DaVito.
You know me.

You know me.

Dr. Felzer is going to take
the bad tooth out.

- ( grunts )
- He'll show it to you.

He'll give to you so you know
you haven't lost it.

Okay.

Freddie, sing.

Uh...

♪ Silent night♪

- ♪ Holy night ♪
- ( humming "Silent Night" )

♪ Sarge on your left ♪

♪ Benny on your right ♪

♪ And this swell dentist
will fix you up right ♪

♪ So your radio
will stop giving advice ♪

♪ You'll sleep
in heavenly peace ♪

♪ Sleep like a horse
on its feet. ♪

Now get him
to open his mouth.

( laughter )

It's crazy.

Well, maybe,
but I wanna try.

Well, there is no time,
for God's sake.

The involuntary's up in 20 days.
Then he's out of here.

Not if I get him to sign
a voluntary, right, Charlie?

Right.

This is a training hospital,
right?

And training hospitals will
provide psychotherapy patients

for their resident
psychiatrists.

Well, I want Freddie
for my training patient,

for however long
I need to work with him,

a week or one year.

Lisa, please.

I think she's done
her homework, Doc.

You've got Roger Kelly here
on a long-term basis.

And a few others.
Why not one more?

Do you know
who Roger Kelly is?

He's the brother
of the president

of the city council
which just happens to write

our budget every year.

Now pardon me,

but in the eyes
of this hospital,

- who is Freddie Zamora?
- No one.

A person with no money,
no clout,

but he is alive
and treatable.

And if I can convince him
to stay...

( sighs ) Come on in.

Lisa, I've been with you
since you came here

and all the way on this case,

but do you realize
what you're asking?

First of all, we've got to get
by the director of training.

Then because
it's medically unusual,

we have to face all the experts
on the kitchen cabinet.

Then most fun of all,
because Freddie is on Medicaid,

we get to do battle
with the Review Committee.

- Think about it.
- I have thought about it.

Think about the recommendations
you'll want when you leave here.

I have thought about it!

And I'm thinking
about this hospital.

What if Freddie gets out now
and does something out there?

( sighs ) All right.
All right.

Then just about Freddie.

Look, we all know that we spend
most of our time here

with people
we can't really help,

but then along comes
somebody like Freddie,

who could really have a life,

who could really contribute
to the lives of others.

Now, he is standing
at the crossroads.

One way, he ends up a zombie
like the men here,

and the other way,

we help him
to a full, productive life.

Don't we have some
responsibility to him?

He'll never agree to it.

But if he does, okay.

You always known
how to read my mind?

What can you do in 20 days?

Damned if I know,
but I better get going.

Thought we'd have a drink
after work.

What's it to you, huh?
What did you care?

You split from here every night,
you go dancing, dining,

you do things.

And what?

You walk out.

And what?
What do I do, Freddie?

You leave me here.

Like who?
Sonia?

Like no one.
Like you.

I'm your little plaything,
your little hobby

till you get out of here.

Oh, I see.

I pretend to care for you
and then I leave.

Like everyone else.

Everyone who?

( chuckles softly ) Who.

Hoo, hoo, hoot.

You're an owl!

Get off my case.

No!

Stop bugging me.

I can't, Freddie.

I'm gambling,
and time is running out.

You have to talk to me.
Let things out.

Why?

So that you'll touch the hurt
and know that it's there.

So that you'll stay
so we can clean it out.

Let it... out.

Right.

What if I was to tell you

that one time,
me and my aunt, we--

why not, man?

I was 14.

Her husband had gone,

sister had just died.

She loves her nephew.

( chuckles softly )
He was crying.

She was crying.

So she takes him in her bed,
you know.

No one else knows.

And... they, like,
comfort each other.

This happens a few times,

so she just like wakes up
and decides it's wrong.

Or I guess she put
a stop to it.

But she starts paying
all this attention to Ronnie.

Let's make life complete.

She starts icing the very
nephew she was loving.

You.

Me.

Now you wanted to know.

And now you know.

Now you don't ask me
anything else

because if you do,

I got moves of my own.

I know where you live.

110 Cobble Street, right?

You let me be, man,
or I'll hurt you.

( door opens, closes )

He tells me this whole story
as if it is the whole story,

and then he threatens me
if I ask more, why?

- You believe the story?
- Well, it doesn't matter.

He feels betrayed by Sonia.

Even if his story
isn't literally true,

even if they never made love,
he was the rejected lover,

hurt and enraged.

Period.
End of report.

Well,
then why the warning?

Haven't you ever heard
of a patient getting scared?

He's backing off,
throwing up the walls.

Right.
Right.

Psych 101.
( chuckles )

Keep me posted.

( car engine starts )

Good, Mr. Zakis.
Concentrate.

First his hands,
then his body.

This guy gets
in bed with me.

- The same guy as always.
- I'll put it down.

Charlie,
I'm gonna kill this guy.

You got two more weeks, Freddie.
Try to put up with it.

It's not Sonia.

We have to talk.

Now.

Come.

Come on.

Why shouyou
cooperate with me?

Why? You'll work hard,
get better, and then what?

- Nothing.
- You came here
from Puerto Rico

to do better,
and you did.

Terrific grades, prizes,
and then what?

- Nothing!
- No?

Why did you knock yourself out
at school?

For who?
Not Sonia.

- For no one.
- For who?

For me!

Oh, you did it
to please yourself.

And all the letters that you
wrote talking about

how great you were doing
were for you?

- Stop it!
- Who was it for?!

My father.

For him?

The one who put his cow
in your bed?

The one who you said
never cared for you?

You did it for him?

Talk, Freddie.
Who was it for?

Leave me alone!

Excuse me,
but this is the only place
we could find to work.

So if you please,
just do your business and leave.

No. No.

We're working.

Let it out.

Open your heart

and let it all come out,
Frederico.

Never wanted to come here!

I wanted to stay with her.
Why'd she send me away?

She was sick.

I don't care.
I wanted to stay with her.

Did you tell her so?

Yes.

No, she should have known!

But you were such a good boy,
you went quietly.

She wanted you to do well,
and you did.

I killed myself doing good.

To bring it all back to her.

Sure.

Look, Mama,
look what I did.

For eight years.

And in return,
what did she do?

She died.

She died!

Yes.

She died.

Threw you away.

Do you think
that she planned it,

got you to do all that for her
and then died on you on purpose?

Planned to die?

That's so stupid.

Nobody plans to die.

Really?

She didn't dump me.

No.

She just died.

It's so sad.

Listen, thank you.

I appreciate what you
did for me, thank you.

Freddie.

- It's not over.
- What?

There is still a lot more work.

On what?

Why you feel helpless
so often,

on what you describe as living
in a police station

where everyone is a cop
except you,

all this stuff
that leads to your rages.

I thought this was it.

That's why I'm asking you
to stay on.

- I don't know.
- Think about it.

Steve?

What is it?
What's wrong?

Frankly, us.

Why? What?

I keep telling myself
it's Freddie, but it's more.

It's you.

There are certain things
we agreed on,

the way our life
was going to be.

Us together,
then us and our kids,

and then and only then
our patients.

That got all turned around.

No.

I love you.

Then why does Freddie
come first?

He doesn't.

You said you were gonna
back off of this case.

You didn't.

Instead you started
more serious treatment.

Nobody asked you to.

It wasn't required
for your residency.

You did it and I went along
with it because, quite frankly,

when you tell me
that a life is at stake,

I don't want to be the kind of
racist creep that says,

"What, Freddie Zamora,
a walking ghetto blaster?"

And as I say it now,
I hate myself.

And to add pettiness
to my sins,

there was another life
at stake here, too.

Mine.

And I ain't getting
a fair shake.

What do you want me to do?

My final shameful request.

Drop Freddie.

Lisa:
Your 30 days are up tomorrow.

How do you feel about it?

Freddie: Good.
Nothing happened.

I'm just worried
about what to do.

I'm scared of going out there.

Halfway house, getting a job.

All of it.

But staying here?

Working with you?

I don't know.

I'm scared of what
might come out.

Could it be worse
than losing yourself

in one of your explosions?

I don't know.

What if it's more
than a year?

I mean, you're gone.
Then what do I do?

I won't desert you.

( chuckles softly )
You say that now.

No. I mean it.

Yeah?

Your boyfriend,
he's gonna let you?

I'll...
handle my own action.

( chuckles softly )

( chuckles )

See, I really taught you
something.

You have to handle yours.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Why-- why are you doing this
for me?

Because I'm a doctor
and you're my patient.

No.

Because you are
a very important person.

I don't know about that.

I want you to know
that whatever you decide,

I will still be here for you.

Man: Yeah, sure, I saw that.
( laughs )

You're fast!

Here they come, Freddie.

It's your big day.

You gonna stay with us,
kid, or go?

Morning, fellas.

- Morning, Fred.
- Good morning.

How you doing?

I'm fine.

I see it's been 30 days
since your last, uh...

incident.

Tell us, uh, how do you feel
about all that?

I mean, about your problem.

Well, uh, Dr. DaVito and me
been working on it,

and it's coming along.

We still have
a long way to go, but...

I mean, either here
or in outpatient.

Uh-huh.

Well, uh, tell us,

how do you feel
about leaving?

I've, uh...

I've thought a lot
about that.

Go, Freddie.

And, uh--

- Go.
- Get out of this place!

All right, fellas, please.

Let's let Fred
speak for himself.

Go on about
your business now.

Dr. Butler, maybe Freddie would
like to discuss this over there.

Oh, it's a good idea.
Come on, Fred.

Now, Fred, both Dr. DaVito
and I understand

that this has to be
totally your decision.

You're not here to please us,

only to do what you think
is best for yourself.

I, uh...

I got to get out of here.

I'll leave.

I'll be all right.

I'll make it.

It wasn't a free choice.
He felt pressured.

- Lisa--
- The fact that the other
patients were there--

Lisa, face it.
He wants to go.

- Let him.
- What if I won't?

Please, do you want me
to give the case to Parley?

He'll do it.

What if he hurts
someone out there?

We've never had
a patient do that.

Now, we all lose patients.

He wants out.
Let him go.

Talk to him, Charlie.
He'll listen to you.

- Please, it's my last hope.
- Lisa, if Freddie wants out,

it's not my place
to talk him out of it.

It is, if you think
it's in his best interest.

Well, that's just the thing.

I do not see this place
as being good for anybody.

I mean, I know he attacked you,
but just being a patient

in that zoo would make me
crazy enough to do that.

What about
the breakthrough he had?

Doesn't that tell you something?
I know that I can help him.

- knows it.
- Fine, then he'll decide.

How, if he barely admits
that there's a problem?

- It's his right.
- To choose the wrong thing?

- Yeah.
- That's what it's all about.

You wanna treat him,
he wants to go.

The hospital wants him to go
because they need his damn bed.

- Do you go with that?
- That is none of my business.

- I am here for his rights.
- Even if it kills him?

It's getting to you,
huh, kiddo?

Where's that old
professional detachment?

I don't know.

You know, it's not about
being a doctor anymore.

It's just about being human.

You were right, you know.

I came out here to have this
wonderful, creative experience

and then fly off
to the good life

with all the rich neurotics.

And then along came Freddie.

Now I don't know
what I want.

Harry Handsome?

Not good.

Come.

Charlie?

Yeah.

Is this confidential?

Yeah. What?

Everything's falling apart.

Now, you have your medication
and your refill card?

- Yep.
- And I'll see you next Tuesday.

- You bet.
- What time?

- 5:30.
- Down in outpatient.

You got it.

So long, Doc.

Ooh!

Okay.
This is it.

No booze, no women,
no drugs

except what you bring
from the hospital.

Mr. Krouse, that's my husband,
he's always checking up.

You know what that means,
young man.

Frederick Zamona?

Zamora.

Yes.

You haven't finished
high school.

No, but I plan to.

What kind of skills
do you have?

I draw pretty good.

I haven't anything for you.

I just want a job.

I'll put you on the list.

Any job.
It doesn't have to be good.

Excuse me, this is Dr. DaVito
from up on four.

I'm checking into a patient
of mine, Frederick Zamora.

He was scheduled for today.
Has he called or anything?

Uh, thank you.

I'm very concerned
about Freddie.

He's missed
two sessions already.

Do you have any idea
about where he is?

( door opens, closes )

Freddie!

Hi. How are you?

Fine.

Would you like to come
have coffee with me?

I'm on my way
to the cafeteria.

I missed you last week.

I had appointments.

Job appointments.

How's it going?

Fine.

And your medication,
you're taking it?

Twice a day.

Are you sure you
don't want to join me?

You know, the cafeteria is still
serving its morning special,

rock-hard Danish.
( chuckles )

- It's a good idea.
- Precisely...

It's hard to talk here.

People push so bad, man.

They don't care.

All they do is bug you!

Freddie, do you want
to come back in?

Readmit yourself?

Listen, I don't take crap.

I'm gonna make it!

( people exclaim )

I don't take crap!

Freddie?

( indistinct agitated chatter )

It's happening.
My God, it's really happening

and there's not a damn thing I
can do about it.

We'll talk to Butler.

The kid misses two sessions,

shows up, talks violent,
and splits.

- Maybe Butler
will bring him back.
- He can't, I've already tried.

He'd have to get a court order,
which means Freddie
would have to do something.

- True.
- Which is the insane joke of it

'cause that's exactly what
Freddie's gonna do.

It's like watching a bomb drop.
All you can do is watch.

Mrs. Krouse,
this is Dr. DaVito again.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but has Fred Zamora
come home yet?

What?

( sighs )

Mr. Krouse.

At work?

Where?

Well, yeah.

Do you know where
on Thomas Avenue?

Just somewhere down there.

All right, uh, thanks.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going over there.

At this time of night?
Are you crazy?!

You're going
to that part of town

at this time of night alone,
for what?

I've got to try and find him.

I know where his head is
right now, and it's bad.

And what are you
gonna do about it?

I don't know, uh,

talk to him,
try to calm him down.

You realize this is certifiably
nuts, don't you?

Talk to him about what?

Try to do what?

I don't know.

- Try to do what?!
- I don't know!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I'm not gonna let you go.

Steve, please, I just--
I have this feeling.

If he hurt himself
or he hurt someone else--

You wouldn't be able
to stop it!

Wh-what are you gonna do?
Are you gonna be with him?

You gonna stay with him
every second?

Lisa, this is crazy.

Maybe, but I at least
have to try--

This is the most unprofessional
behavior I've ever seen!

Look at you,
you're running after a patient

in the middle of the night!

Why?
Because it's after office hours?

What, do we stop being doctors
after 5:00?

I'm not gonna go.

And if you go,

I won't be here
when you get back.

We could end it
right now, Lisa.

Or we could go back to
what we had before Freddie.

Erase him from my mind?

Steve, come on.

Lisa...

look at what you're doing.
Look at yourself.

You've got this guilty
little rich girl syndrome.

You're trying to wash yourself
clean through Freddie.

- Do you really believe that?
- Well, look at you.

No! No.

Listen to you,
digging up that old canard.

Because it's true!

Lisa, y-you've--

you've turned
into something else,

some kind of true believer.

You're trying
to cure the world, Lisa.

My parents couldn't do it,
and neither can you.

No, I'm trying to help
a boy in trouble,

to be a caring doctor.

If that's curing the world,
then, yes, I am.

I guess I have changed.

I'm sorry.

I...

I guess something happened
on the way to California.

Hey. Hey, you.

You're late.

You start at midnight,
not 10 after.

Hey, you hear what I said?

Then what do you say?

I'm sorry.

- What?
- I said I'm sorry.

Off the streets,
you give him a job.

He comes in like
he's doing you a favor.

Excuse me.

Um, I'm looking for a young man,
name of Freddie Zamora.

He is about this tall,
dark, curly hair and thin.

Come on,
look at that stack here.

Get a move on!

Thank you.

Look.

Look at this, it's dirty.
They sent it back.

What the hell are you doing
back here, sleeping?

It's filthy!

Look, I just got here--

Hey, hey, hey,
you talking back?

I didn't ask you a question.
I told you-- filthy!

You're gonna pay for this.

I'm taking this
out of your pay!

I want you washing
dishes back there,
that's what I pay you for!

Not to lay around!

You hear what I'm talking
to you about?!

Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you!
You hear me?!

( grunts )

( siren wailing )

They know who did it?

Some guy who worked here.
Some Spanish kid.

Did they get him?
You kiddin'?

He took off, fast.

( siren whoops )

( telephone ringing )

( grunts ) Yeah.

Lisa:
Charlie, it's happened.

What?

Freddie killed a man.

He ran away after.
What should I do?

Oh, no.

What about Freddie?
I'm worried about him.

Forget Freddie.
You're in trouble.

What? Why?

You signed his release.
You let him out.

On Butler's orders.

Lisa, wake up.
This is way beyond Butler.

This is the hospital.

You think they're gonna
take the fall for this?

They're gonna hide,
and there you are,

so far out on the limb
that they can't see you.

Harry Handsome
too busy to drive you?

Yeah.

Well, first news-- not good.
I can't get a hold of Butler.

I tried him
four times at home, zip.

You think he's ducking?

I think he's got a problem.

- He's my friend.
- Yeah?

Enough to put his job
on the line for you?

Steve's gone.

He left me.

I'm sorry.

We just break in on them?

Sometimes you get your best
answers that way.

Okay, Doctor,
my client would like to know

exactly what's going on here.

She's not your client, Charlie.
You work for the state.

I quit!
You're ducking her. Why?!

We're conducting
an investigation.

Have you investigated yourself?

Dr. Butler, you ordered me
to release Freddie.

No. I urged you
to accept the fact

that he wanted to go,
which you did.

- You took responsibility.
- You're gonna blame me?

I'm gonna try and protect you
as much as I can.

Short of taking
the fall yourself.

Now don't be insulting, Charlie!
It doesn't help here!

I mean, you don't think
I feel bad?

You don't think
I feel responsible?

But I'm the ward chief,
for God's sake!

I represent the hospital!

Whose name would be sullied
if you took the blame.

Whose ability to continue
helping patients
would be impaired.

- You gonna throw her
to the dogs?
- Like you did Freddie.

- He's a police matter now!
- He is still my patient.

Would you, for God's sakes,
get off Freddie?

- We're fighting
for your job here.
- No!

Because Freddie
and I are the same.

We are taking the blame
that should go to
this hospital,

and you know it.

You're covering up.

If you try it,
I'll call a press conference

and have her tell her side.

Parley,
I've got to talk to you.

No, you don't.

Please, just for a minute.

I've nothing to say.

Parley, Butler was gonna
have you sign Freddie out

if I didn't,
and then you'd be on the spot.

Mnh-mnh,
this is your game.

You asked for it,
you play it out.

You know all about this,
what they're trying to do to me?

Okay, the hell with me.

What about Freddie
and all the other Freddies

that are gonna come
through here?

Are they gonna get the same
rotten deal that he got?

Because if someone doesn't
put a stop to it, they will.

And they're gonna go right back
out on the streets again.

How many deaths
can you handle, Stoddard?!

You say you care
for these men?

Well, do you care
for the Freddies, too,

or the ones
that they'll kill?

Now, you know that I wanted
to keep him here.

All you have to do
is say so.

Uh, Dr. DaVito, Lisa?

I, uh--

What is it?

It's...

it's your suspension.

( chuckles softly )
Pending an investigation.

I'm sorry.

I really thought
we could do some good.

I, uh...

I loved your idea.
Listen.

It made me young again.

But, uh...

after 20 years in this place,
I guess I--

I am this place.

I, uh--

I understand.

I'm so sorry.

( soft knock on door )

( knocking continues louder )

I was in the neighborhood,
which is lie number one.

And I thought we might
discuss your case.

Lie number two.

How about
"I wanted to see you"?

Oh, the truth.
Well...

Do you want a drink?

Oh, no, thanks.

( sighs )
Some day, huh?

Yeah.

Did you really quit your job?

Yeah.

Because of me?

You, Freddie, me.

It was a good job.

I was really
doing things with people.

Then with Freddie...

it turned on me,
I don't know how.

Suddenly doing
the right thing for him

had this terrible outcome.

And...

I don't blame the job
or patients' rights

or any of that, but...

it locked me up.

I couldn't see
what was really happening.

And then this death...

I had to get free.
I had to do something.

For me?

So...

now what are you gonna do?

I don't know.
Fight this thing.

Then what?

Go on to private practice,
I guess.

You?

The way you dress?

( both chuckle )

Do you have any idea
where he is?

Did he have any money?
Credit cards?

No, not that I know of.

I assume he's still
here in the city.

And there have been
no further...

Incidents?

No, not that
we've heard about.

Look, Doctor,
I appreciate your concern,

but there's really nothing
you can do.

I've got your number.

If we find him,
I'll call you, okay?

Yeah.

( sighs )

Mr. Za--
Mr. Zamora--

Mr. Zamora had not been violent
during his stay here

and his psychiatrist felt
he could be released.

Male reporter:
What is that doctor's name?

Butler: I can't answer that
pending an investigation.

Male reporter:
Isn't it in fact
the second year resident

Dr. Lisa DaVito?
No comment.

Male reporter:
Why no comment?

Butler: That's all I can say
for right now.

No, look, I-- I've given you
all the information I can.

I'm sorry, but that's just
about all I can--

I can answer at this time.

Female anchor:
That was Dr. Butler
of Elvira Hospital...

( groans ) Thank you!

I served you a full lunch!

Soup, coleslaw,

club sand,
French fries, soda.

He's gonna stiff me.

What's the matter, don't people
tip where you come from?

( anchor continues
indistinctly )

Sorry.

Freddie.

I've been so worried
about you.

I've been everywhere
looking for you.

You and everyone else.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

And you?

Yeah.

It all went bad, huh?

Now they're getting you,
too.

You heard.

Yeah.

Bad people.

Frightened.

You were right.

I should have stayed.

We could have gotten there.

I just couldn't wait.

I couldn't trust it.

Well...

maybe it's not too late.

I killed a guy.

I know.

Freddie...

I, um...

I spoke to the police,

a very nice man,
Detective Garcia.

Now, he said if I called,

he would come down
and help you turn yourself in.

He said he would protect you.

It will all be very quiet
and very safe for you.

You wanna call the cops?

Freddie, I have to.

Crap!

Where's your money?

- It won't help you.
- It'll get me out of town.

Freddie, it's no good!

Wherever you go,
they'll find you!

No, they won't!

Freddie, no!

( knock on door )

Freddie, no!

Charlie: Lisa, what is it?!
What's going on?!

( pounding on door )

( running footsteps,
door opens )

( dog barking,
pounding on door continues )

Where is he?

( dog barking )

Come on.

On the Zamora case,
he was here.

Beck Street.

No, no, he's gone, but he can't
have gone too far.

- ( crying )
- The number?

I can't take it anymore.

I know.
I know, it's over.

It's okay.

( sobbing )

It's okay.

Well, you do keep mentioning
his violence,

but there's only one reference
to the attack.

How come?

We put it all down
in the record.

I didn't think I had to put it
down again in my notes.

What, not even
to cover yourself?

Charlie,
that was the good old days.

I thought like a doctor then,
not a lawyer.

Still,
there's usable stuff here.

For what?

To defend you
in the investigation.

No.

No, I can't, I...

I just don't have
anything left.

So they win.
So what?

Maybe Steve was right.

Let them have the world.

Whatever they make of it,
they deserve.

Don't turn that moral silence
on me now.

Come here.

It beat me, Charlie.

Plain and simple,
the system beat me dead.

Maybe.

Haven't you ever been beaten?

Sure, lots of times.

What did you do?

You go back in.

You're a fighter.
I'm not.

I don't know what I am.

It's all right.

Rest.

( telephone rings )

Yes?

She can't come
to the phone right now.

What?

Yes.

I don't know.

Who was that?

It's Detective Garcia.

They got Freddie cornered
in a barbershop downtown,

La Granger Street.

He's taken a hostage.

Did Freddie ask for me?

No, Garcia did.

You don't owe Freddie
a damn thing.

Would you get my coat,
please?

You're shaking
something fierce.

Are you sure about this?

Just get me there.

( siren wailing,
police radio chatter )

Boy, am I glad
you could make it.

- How'd you find him?
- He was in the bus depot.

He was heading out.
He spotted us and then he ran.

So here we are.

He's got the barber,
and we got the guns.

Look, I'm not
wanting to use them,

but what if
I should have to?

I need your help.

Can you can talk to him?

( feedback whines )

Uh...

Freddie?

Can you hear me?
It's Dr. DaVito.

Are you all right?

What do you want?

To talk.
Can we talk?

No. Go away.

Fred, I'm not angry.

I understand what
you're going through.

Can I come in there
and talk to you?

- I can't let you go in there.
- He won't talk to me like this.

I can't use this thing.
Can I come over there?

Freddie?

Frederico?

All right.
But not too close.

Can I bring Charlie?

No. Just you.

No, forget it!

No.
Don't forget it.

Now it's me or the guns.

And if it's the guns,
the barber could get hurt.

Can I bring you anything?

- Yeah.
- What?

A tank.

Besides that, anything.

A jelly doughnut.
And coffee.

Okay.

Are you sure
you're up to this?

We'll find out.

To be perfectly candid,
I think you're crazy.

But it's your play.
I'm with you all the way.

All right, here you go.

She's coming in, Fred!

Good luck.

All right?

Give it to him.

Take out the stuff.

Take a bite.

Now the coffee.

I'm Dr. DaVito.

And your name, sir?

Cerutti, Dominic.

Nice to meet you.

Now...

Fred, you don't want
to hurt Mr. Cerutti, do you?

Why don't you let him go?

Let him go...

and take me.

You know that I wanna see you
get out of this safe.

I'll do anything you say.

They're less likely
to shoot a woman anyway.

Besides,
it's a fair trade,

one Italian for another?

All right,
come over here.

Close.

Turn around.

Go.

You drink it.

He's coming out,
the other guy!

( cheers and applause )

This way, this way.

- Good?
- Mmm.

Just think about how many
more of those you could have.

We walk out to the street,
Garcia meets us halfway,

you give him the knife,

and he and I help you
get into the car safe.

No, we're walking
out there, all right.

But we're jumping
in one of those cop cars,

and you're driving me
out of here.

- And then what?
- We drive.

With them behind you,
with their guns?

The best you get that way
is dead.

Yeah?

And your way I end up
back in that zoo,

or worse, end up in jail.

Dead men can't eat doughnuts.

( laughs )

No.

I just don't know.

Please, Fred.

I'll do everything I can.

Charlie, too.
And lots of others.

We'll find a way.

Please stay alive.

You're still
betting on me, huh?

Absolutely.

All right.

But you're not doing too good
with your bets lately.

All right,
we're coming out!

It's all right!

Don't do anything!

Just let us come out.

Turn off those lights!

Turn out the light!

Get ready.

Marksmen, maintain
your positions.

( crowd murmuring,
radio chatter )

Well, well, well.
Look who's here.

My keeper.

Come on, Freddie,
it's just a little bit further.

No.

I want to say something.

You see him?

He runs that psycho place
down on Broad Street.

He lies about her.

The hospital wanted
to dump me!

She was the only one there
who wanted to keep me,

to treat me!

And I want everyone
to know that!

Because I'm not
going back there!

- Fire!
- Fire!

( crowd screaming )

( crying ) No...

Man: All right,
move in, move in.

No! Get away from him!
Don't touch him!

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What are we doing?!