Body Chemistry II: The Voice of a Stranger (1991) - full transcript
Erotic thriller, as a man is torn between two women and his own violent self, born of child abuse. On one side is his old sweetheart, on the other is a sexy radio psychologist who encourages his violent sexual fits, while simultaneously raising the sexual ante between them.
(gentle piano music)
- [Woman] Last night, I
had the strangest dream.
I dreamed I was in bed with you
and I heard this loud ticking.
I looked all around for a clock,
but I couldn't
find one anywhere.
- [Dan] What was it?
- It was you.
(gentle music)
(stairs creaking)
(footsteps pattering)
(gasping)
Stop it!
Stop it!
Bastard.
(woman grunts)
- [Man] You inflicted some
serious collateral damage, Dan.
(loud crash)
(groaning)
(loud crash)
- [Woman] Oh, Jesus, no.
Dan, jeez, are you okay?
Help me, somebody!
Anybody!
- [Man] Not to mention
attempted murder of a suspect.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Jesus, no, please, no!
Somebody stop him!
- [Man] And assaulting
a fellow officer.
- Dan, Dan!
- God, no!
- Dan, come on--
(loud thud)
- [Man] I thought they were
gonna put the old burning tire
around your neck and
set you off to float
down the river in Ganges.
(siren wails)
(suspenseful music)
(gun clicks)
(gentle music)
("Made Out of Steel"
by Spanic Boys)
♪ You were made out of steel
(radio buzzing)
- Are you worried about
the coming ice age?
Do you feel that world events
are spinning out of control?
Have you got personal
or financial problems?
Do small children laugh
at you on the street?
Me too.
So call me up and let's
talk it out together.
I see we have our first call.
Hello, you're on the air.
- [Vivian] Hi, Dr. Edwards.
I really love your show.
My name is Vivian.
- Hello, Eileen,
how are you tonight?
- [Vivian] Uh, Vivian.
I'm not so good.
My husband divorced me
and took my children.
- Oh.
- [Vivian] My
family was my life.
Now, I have no reason to
get up in the morning.
- Veronica, you ever
heard that old saying,
"Today's the first day of
the rest of your life"?
- Uh, Vivian, yeah.
- Well, forget it, Vicky,
because things can
only get better.
Today is the worst day of the
rest of your life, am I right?
- Wrong Dr. Edwards.
This is the worst day of
the rest of your life.
♪ KSAV
- Well, I'll tell you
that's his last broadcast
on my radio station.
You know, it's
dumbfounding to me
that this close to Los Angeles,
I can't find a psychologist
who can talk on radio.
- [Claire] I can do more
than talk, Mr. McGill.
- Well, I'm sure, Doctor.
I gave a listen to
your audition tape.
You have a great
deal of potential.
- [Claire] Why don't
you call me Claire?
And I'll call you Chuck, okay?
- First name basis, that's good.
Audience likes to be known
on a first name basis.
I should know, I started
as a disc jockey.
- [Claire] Oh,
I'm not surprised.
You have a wonderful voice.
- Well, it takes more than a
voice to launch a radio career.
Takes something where you
can grab the audience.
They need something
to identify with.
- What exactly did you
have in mind, Chuck?
- I need something
I can syndicate,
put this radio
station on the map.
- Well, my background
is primarily
in the area of human sexuality.
- I'm listening.
- I was the head of a program
at the Neurology
Institute in Los Angeles
where I conducted a
series of experiments
documenting the link
between sex and violence.
- Good, very good.
I like that.
- I'm not going to
exploit it, Chuck.
I wanna make your
listeners aware
of the biochemical
changes in their bodies
and how that affects them
so they can better learn
to accept themselves.
- Claire, that's
what bothers me.
Biochemical changes.
- It's just chemistry, Chuck.
Simple body chemistry.
The right combination of
stimuli can be pleasurable.
Wrong combination, painful.
That's all.
- Here then, my dear,
is to the right chemistry.
("Made Out of Steel"
by Spanic Boys)
(crowd cheering)
(footsteps pattering)
(high-pitched screech)
(loud thudding)
(knocking)
- There's no sleeping on the
sides of these roads, sir.
- Yeah, sorry.
I guess I just conked
out last night.
- I'm a need to see your
license and your registration.
- Yeah, sure.
- Dan Pearson?
Danimal Pearson?!
(laughs)
It's been a while!
I was just a freshman
scrub on the team
when you were all-state
and we took the title.
Oh, man!
You were a stinger, baby!
I remember one time you were
supposed to take the QB,
you stayed at home
and you waited,
he pitched it out to the wide
receiver, he came around,
you spied him, and then
out of nowhere, bam, bam!
That was a great hit!
You stung--
- That was a long time ago.
But you look familiar to me.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Listen, I heard you made LAPD.
- I can't work with you, Dan.
I don't trust you.
Frankly, I don't think there's
a guy in the entire force
that would ride with you.
- No, you heard wrong.
- [Officer] You're gonna
stay around for a visit?
Stay in town for a bit?
- Something like that, yeah.
- Listen, you gotta
come by the PM Club.
The guys would love to see you.
Have a drink with them.
They still all remember you.
- Yeah, maybe I will.
But listen, I'd appreciate
it if you didn't mention
to anybody that
I'm back just yet.
Take a few days to
just get settled in.
- Oh, yeah.
- You know what I mean?
- Oh, of course.
No, I won't say nothing, Dan.
It's just good seeing you.
Thanks for the memories, man.
You were a stinger.
I'll see you.
(gentle guitar music)
(gentle piano music)
- I know some of you may be shy.
After all, it's not
easy talking about sex,
especially with a stranger.
But I want you to think
about it like this:
The act of talking and listening
is very much like the
act of sex itself.
One person is giving.
The other, receiving.
The sexiest spot of
the human anatomy
is not between the legs.
It's between the ears.
Before you can
turn on your body,
you have to be able
to turn on your mind.
So I want you to open your mind
to your deepest, most
secret thoughts and call me.
1-800-SEXTALK.
(phone ringing)
- Well, I'll be damned.
- [Claire] Our
first call is Glenn.
Hi, Glenn, you're on
the air with Dr. Archer.
- [Glenn] Hello?
Can you hear me?
- [Claire] Yes, I
can hear you, Glenn.
What's on your mind?
- [Glenn] My girlfriend.
- [Claire] What about her?
- [Glenn] We broke up.
- [Claire] Sound
like you're in pain.
- [Glenn] I am.
- [Claire] Share your
pain with me, Glenn.
- [Glenn] My girlfriend
cheated on me.
- How do you know?
- [Glenn] I caught
her, and I loved her.
Now, I don't know what to do.
- [Claire] Why do you
have to do anything?
- [Glenn] Because it hurt.
- Change causes pain.
- [Glenn] So, how
do I get rid of it?
- [Claire] You don't.
You embrace it.
- [Glenn] I don't understand.
- Pain defines pleasure.
If you were always happy,
you'd never know it.
Without pain, you're
not truly alive.
You're not truly alive.
You're not truly alive.
(tense orchestral music)
(loud crash)
- [Brenda] Bye, Daddy!
(ignition screeching)
- [Dispatcher] We got a
stalled car on Wilcox.
Anyone in the area?
- Yeah, this is
804, I'll take it.
What's the address?
- [Dispatcher] 1111 Wilcox.
- I'm on my way.
- Oh my god.
Dan.
- Hey, Brenda.
- What are you doing here?
- [Dan] I'm giving you a tow.
- Well, don't I get a hug?
- Kinda greasy.
- How long have you been back?
- Uh, couple weeks.
- How come you didn't
come to see me?
- I was going to, but then I
got kind of busy, you know?
Moving into the old house,
reopening my dad's garage.
- So you're back for good?
- Well, I'm back.
- What happened to LA?
- Listen, you got an
electrical problem.
I'm gonna have to take this in.
- Oh, uh...
- Need a ride somewhere?
- Well, yeah, I was
on my way to work.
- Jump in.
I'll pick this up later.
(sighs)
- Dan, look.
Bet you don't even remember
the last time we were here.
- Prom night, senior year.
- Come on.
(elegant orchestral music)
Come on.
- [Dan] Wow.
This feels weird.
- Doesn't it?
It's like we're
walking into a dream.
- Or a graveyard.
(crowd cheering)
(loud thud)
(loud thud)
- Hey, dream boy.
(loud thud)
(groans)
Is it halftime already?
It's hard to believe we actually
made out under here, huh?
- Call that making out?
- Well, yeah, I mean,
we kissed and stuff.
- That's about all.
You hardly let me touch you.
- Well, that was
a long time ago.
- Yeah, it was.
(gentle music)
(footsteps pattering)
(moaning)
(loud thud)
(groans)
- Dan?
(sighs)
What happened to you in LA, Dan?
- Nothing happened.
- Then why did you
come back here?
- Heard there was a house
that needed haunting.
- Oh.
Do you ever think about me?
- Yeah, I think of you a lot,
but I wanna take this slow.
Just sit with it for a while.
(chuckles)
- Aren't I the one who's
supposed to be saying that?
- Welcome to the '90s.
- Well, whatever the reason,
I'm glad you're back.
- Me too.
- Night.
- Night.
- I never realized there were
so many perverts out there.
(laughs)
Can you imagine what
she'll do in LA?
(loud buzz)
Listen--
- I'm sorry, Mr. McGill,
but Mr. Larabee
says it's urgent.
- This woman is a killer.
(loud buzz)
- [Receptionist] He says
it's about Dr. Archer.
- Gene, I'll have
to call you back.
Hello.
- [John] Mr. McGill?
- [Charles] This is
Charles McGill speaking.
- [John] My name
is John Larabee.
I have a problem that
might interest you.
- Mr. Larabee, we
have a Dr. Archer here
who's on the air from
nine until one o'clock
and she handles
special problems.
Perhaps you should
give her a call, huh?
(John chuckles)
- [John] Your Dr.
Archer is the problem.
- No, it's not normal.
It's exceptional.
Why would you wanna be
like everybody else?
Be proud of who you are
and forget about the rest.
- [Lisa] But what about--
- Thank you for your call, Lisa.
And we'll be right back with
another call after this.
- Claire, how could you do that?
- What are you talking about?
- You cut her off.
- The call was over.
I solved her problem.
- But you may have
been finished, but
the call wasn't over.
And her problem was not
that she'd had an affair
with a woman, it was that
she cheated on her husband.
- Brenda, this is
my show, remember?
People call because they
wanna hear what I have to say.
They don't want your advice,
and come to think
of it, neither do I.
(button clicks)
Hi, Leslie, you're on
the air with Dr. Archer.
(knocking)
- Hey, Doc, nice
show, very nice.
I especially liked it when
you were talking to that guy
who had a stack of
girly magazines.
I mean, after all, no shame
in a little self-love, right?
- Right!
- Well, take it easy, Doc.
Oh, by the way, Big
Chuckles wants to see you
in his office right away.
- Okay.
Chuck, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah, sit down,
take a load off.
Get you a drink?
- No. Thank you.
- You know, I always
meant to ask you,
what's a major
league lady like you
doing in a triple-A
town like this?
(chuckles)
- What's the difference?
I'm here.
- Ah, the difference
is will you stay here?
See, I think you
could be big-time.
I think you could go
places, coast-to-coast.
- Well, you know I'd like that.
- Then why don't
you level with me?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- People like you don't
live in a town like this.
You're either born
here or you fail here.
You weren't born here.
- Look, Chuck, my private
life is my own business.
- Let me tell you
something, Claire,
I don't give a flying fuck
up a running squirrel's ass
about your private life,
but this is business.
I suggest you reread
your contract,
check the indemnity clauses.
- Is that a threat?
- Syndication's a rough game.
Lot of strings
have to be pulled.
Lot of milk gets spilled.
I don't want a mess.
- No mess.
This is Dr. Claire Archer
and I'm back with Karen.
What's on your mind, Karen?
- [Karen] Well,
first, I wanted to say
how much I like your show.
I never miss it.
I think it's wonderful how
you help so many people.
- [Claire] Well, thank you.
That's always nice to hear.
Do you have a problem?
- [Karen] I'm
beginning to think so.
Two weeks ago, I started
sleeping with my boss.
- KSAV advice line.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
- [Dan] Yes.
- What's your name?
- [Dan] John.
- John, what do you wanna
talk to Dr. Archer about?
- [Dan] Do I have to tell you?
- Well, it will help
you get on the air.
- [Dan] Okay.
(tense music)
Rough sex.
- I'm sorry, John,
you're gonna have to
speak up a little bit.
- [Dan] Rough sex.
- I think we have time
for one more call.
John, you're on the air.
John, are you there?
- [Dan] Yeah.
- What's on your mind?
- [Dan] Uh...
Men who hurt women.
- Hurt them how?
- [Dan] With their
hands, with their fists
while they're loving them.
- Do you know someone like this?
- [Dan] Yeah, me.
- And how long have
you been this way?
- [Dan] I've always
had a violent temper,
but it's never got
this way before.
- Before what?
- [Dan] Before I lost my job.
- And what kind of job was that?
(sighs)
John, are you still there?
- [Dan] I'm here.
- [Claire] Do you
want to change?
- [Dan] Yes.
- [Claire] Why?
- [Dan] I've met
someone that I care for.
- So what's the problem?
- [Dan] I can't touch her.
I can't even kiss her.
- Why not?
- [Dan] I'm afraid
I'll break her.
- John, I'd like to help you,
but I'm afraid we're
almost out of time,
so I'm going to ask
you to stay on the line
while I put you on hold
and after the sign off,
I'll come back and give you a
special number to call, okay?
- [Dan] Yeah.
- Until tomorrow, this
is Dr. Claire Archer.
Remember, pain defines pleasure.
If you were always happy,
you'd never know it.
Without pain, you're
not truly alive.
(button clicks)
John, are you still there?
John?
Brenda, you're still here.
- I'm waiting for my ride.
- Hey, listen, I wanted to
apologize about the other night.
You had a problem
and I should've been
more receptive to you.
- It's not me you need to
be receptive to, Claire,
it's the callers.
Those people are not
just voices on the phone.
They are people
and they need help.
- You don't think I help them?
- I think you entertain them.
- Well, I try to do both.
You see, people aren't gonna--
- Here's my ride.
- Sorry, I'm late.
I fell asleep.
- It's all right.
- Hi, Dan Pearson.
- Claire Archer.
- Oh, yeah, right, I've
heard you on the radio.
- Sorry, but don't I know you?
- Uh, don't think so.
- Seem awfully familiar to me.
- Dan runs a garage
on Main Street.
- Oh, no, I've never
been there before.
Well, I must be getting you
confused with somebody else.
It was nice meeting you, Dan.
- Me too.
(gentle music)
(soft rock music)
- [Man] Hey, Helen, could
I get a little more coffee?
Thanks.
- [Woman] There you go.
- You Larabee?
Let's talk.
- Did you bring the
cashier's check, Mr. McGill?
- Yeah, I brought it.
- It's okay.
I'm gonna need your signature.
(Chuck chuckles)
- What the hell is this?
- It's my standard contract.
Retaining me to investigate
Dr. Archer, do a credit report.
- Credit report, I like that.
That's a much prettier word
than blackmail, Larabee.
- Do you wanna do
business or what?
Okay.
And here.
And here.
If you could just
initial the box.
- Oh, for Christ's sake.
- Thanks.
- Now, tell me what
this shit is all about.
- What this shit is all about
is that your radio
star killed a man.
- What?
- A man she was fucking.
(ominous music)
- Dan?
- What can I do for you?
- Change the oil?
- Well, we got a
full lube for 19.95
or I can just change
the oil for 12.95.
- Well, why don't we see how
you do with the oil first
and then maybe we can
work up to the full lube.
(bubbling)
- Oh, shit.
- [Claire] Well, it's a
good thing I didn't ask
for the full lube,
isn't it, Dan?
Or should I call you John?
- [Dan] How'd you
know it was me?
- I'm a very good listener
and I never forget a voice.
- Brenda doesn't know.
I'd like to keep it that way.
Okay?
- Dan, if we're going to begin
a professional relationship,
you're gonna have to trust me.
Anything that you say to me
will be held in the
strictest of confidence.
You said on the phone
that you had always
had a violent temper.
(loud thud)
(groans)
- That's right.
- But you found
socially acceptable
ways of expressing it.
(loud thud)
(groans)
- Yeah.
- Like?
(loud thud)
- When I was in high
school, I played football.
- Did you win?
- Sometimes.
But I didn't really
care about winning.
All I cared about was
seeing how many guys
I could take out of the game.
- And after high school?
- I went into the
police academy.
- Did you like that?
- Yeah, I liked it.
- Why?
- I liked the feeling of power.
(gun firing)
I liked it even
better than football.
(gun firing)
Better than sex.
(gun fires)
- So, when did the
sex turn violent?
- When I was suspended
from the force.
- Have you ever
considered therapy?
(gentle music)
- What, lie down on the
couch and tell you my dreams?
- Wasn't exactly
what I had in mind,
but dreams are always
a good place to start.
- What's this?
- I think I can help you,
Dan, but you'd have to let go.
- Let go of what?
- Everything.
(footsteps pattering)
- Hello?
Who's there?
- It's me, Daddy.
- Ah, Brenda.
Uh, who's that with you?
- You remember Dan
Pearson, don't you?
- Hi, Mr. Foster.
- Uh, yeah, Dan!
How was the dance?
- The dance?
- Sometimes, he thinks
I'm still in high school.
- [Mr. Foster] Did
you have a good time?
- Did we?
- Had a great time.
- [Mr. Foster] I bet my Brenda
was the prettiest girl there.
- Daddy.
- She was.
- I knew it!
- Dad, Dan was a
perfect gentleman.
- Well, of course he was.
You think I would trust just
anybody with my only daughter?
You better marry him
before it's too late.
- Daddy, it's late.
It's time for bed, okay?
Let's go.
You all right?
I'll be right back.
- Oh.
Goodnight, Dan.
- [Dan] Goodnight, Mr. Foster.
- Be good to my little girl.
- [Brenda] Okay, you okay, Dad?
- I'll try.
♪ And if time could
go backwards ♪
♪ I wouldn't be lonely
♪ Playing back scenes
bound to keep me awake ♪
♪ And if time could
go backwards ♪
(moaning)
♪ We'd both just get younger
♪ Do what we wanted
with none of the ache ♪
(moaning)
(loud thud)
- [Claire] Hi, this
is Dr. Claire Archer.
Please leave your message
at the sound of the beep.
(phone beeps)
- Uh, yeah, it's me.
Listen, I've been thinking
about what you said
and I guess I have a few dreams
that could use talking out.
So, I guess I'll call you later.
(ominous music)
Hi.
- Hi.
- Not many doctors make
house calls these days.
- Call me old-fashioned.
Make yourself at home.
This is your house, after all.
- Not really.
Not anymore.
- I saw your room.
Everything you are
is right up there.
- No, I'm not the
kid that lived there.
- [Claire] No?
He's in there somewhere.
- [Dan] Yeah, I think
he could use a drink.
How about you?
- [Claire] Sure.
(gentle music)
- What's that?
- Our contract.
- A contract?
What for?
- Nothing to be afraid of.
Contract is a metaphor.
Metaphor with teeth.
- I don't understand.
(chuckles)
- What's this?
- Just sign it.
- Surprised you don't want
my signature in blood.
(Claire chuckles)
- No, blood comes later.
- What are you doing?
- [Claire] Setting you free.
- By tying me up?
- That's right.
See, you're helpless,
so you're free from
any responsibility.
- Responsibility for what?
- For yourself.
Your feelings.
Your desires.
For your dreams.
Trust me.
- Do I have a choice?
- [Claire] No.
Your body has been shaped,
trained, and disciplined
for 20 or more years for the
sole purpose of hurting others.
Poor thing.
(moaning)
Whatever it is that has
come to you, let them in.
(moaning)
Open your eyes!
(woman groans)
Open your eyes!
(loud slap)
(groaning)
Have you ever told anyone
that you hate your father?
- I loved my father.
(chuckles)
- Come on, Dan, no lies here.
You loved your
father about as much
as you love me right now.
- All right.
He was mean and stupid.
Big deal.
Lot of guys have
fucked up parents.
- Did he hit you or
just push you too hard?
- Yeah, he hit me
every now and then.
- Do you miss it?
- What?
- [Claire] Tell the truth, Dan.
You really like it.
- Look, lady, I'm no freak.
- Freak?
No, you're the boy next door.
The boy most likely to succeed.
The boy most likely
to take a rifle
and start sniping at
cars on the freeway.
(loud slap)
Severe parental discipline.
Forced body contact sports.
Repressed homosexuality.
It's the oldest
story in the book.
Go ahead, make my day.
- What are you doing to me?
- Helping you be you.
- But you were supposed to
help me be somebody else,
somebody better,
somebody normal.
- [Brenda] Dan?
Dan.
Dan?
Are you all right?
- [Dan] Uh, Brenda.
Yeah.
- Oh.
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Um.
No, it's just, just...
It was so hot last night
and I've been having
the strangest dream.
- Well, you are the
ghost of the house.
I guess you can haunt
it any way you like.
I just came by to see if you
wanted to grab a cup of coffee
before you went into work.
- Sure.
Just let me take a shower, okay?
- Okay.
- Give me five minutes.
- [Brenda] Sure.
(ominous music)
- Gene, for Christ's sake,
will you stop worrying?
She and I got an
ironclad contract.
It's signed in blood,
(chuckles) her blood.
Yeah.
Dr. Claire Archer is now
a wholly owned subsidiary
of Big Chuck, Inc.
(laughs)
All right, friend.
Gotcha!
(knocking)
(clapping)
Congratulations, Dr. Archer.
I don't believe I've seen
as dramatic a performance
since the last time I saw
Naughty Naja in Inga
the Animal Lover.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- You mean to tell me
you've never had sex
in front of a camera?
- Well, I said that I
had done some research
into the relationship
between sex and violence
on a neuronal level.
It did require some
video documentation, yes.
(chuckles)
- Video documentation,
kind of a nature film, huh?
That was Academy Award stuff.
And your co-star, he
had such magnificent,
what they call, screen presence.
Whatever happened to him?
- He died.
- Little wonder.
Three bullets to the
chest and lung region
has a way of (chuckles)
punching your E-ticket
for that big ride to
the sky, doesn't it?
- Look, Chuck, it
was self-defense.
I had no choice.
- I don't particularly
give a shit
if you're guilty or innocent.
But I'm telling you,
if this video ever makes it to
the airwaves, you're through.
- You can't do that.
- Oh, I can, Claire.
- What do you want?
- I've taken the liberty
of making a few changes
in our contract,
minor things about
copyright ownership,
syndication, little
things like that.
(Brenda chuckles)
- [Dan] Whatever happened
to Cheryl Remboski?
- [Brenda] Six kids happened.
- No.
- Yeah.
Remember, nobody could
get near her in school.
- [Dan] No, not a chance.
- Well, apparently, she
made up for it later.
(Dan chuckles)
Oh, and James Allen,
do you remember him?
President of the science club.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- He still lives here.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, he's a pharmacist
at the drug store.
- [Dan] Oh.
- Should go and see him someday.
It would blow him away.
- Yeah, well, I never
spoke to him at school.
- [Brenda] That's why
it would blow him away.
Look at how we looked.
- [Dan] Do you remember this?
- How did you get this?
(laughs)
No.
- You were a brazen
hussy back then.
- Yeah?
- Mm.
- Well, I still am.
(gentle music)
(panting)
(phone ringing)
(Brenda sighs)
(Dan sighs)
- Hello.
- Dan, it's Claire.
- Uh, sorry, the garage
is closed for the night.
- [Claire] I think
somebody followed me home.
- Excuse me?
- [Claire] There's somebody
trying to break into my house.
(Dan sighs)
- How can I help you?
- [Claire] Can you
come over, please?
- Well, like I said, garage
is closed for the evening.
Why don't you try
back in the morning.
- [Claire] Please,
Dan, I'm scared.
He's in the house, I know he is.
I can hear him.
- Sounds like you need
a cop, not a mechanic.
- [Claire] I thought
you were a cop.
- [Dan] I'll have the tow
truck there in 10 minutes.
(Dan sighs)
Um, there's been an accident.
I better go.
- Oh, was anybody hurt?
- I don't know.
I hope not.
You wanna wait for me?
(Brenda chuckles)
- Yeah, um, it's late
and I need to get home
and check on my dad.
(Brenda exhales loudly)
(sighs)
(suspenseful music)
- Glad you could
tear yourself away.
What took you so long?
- Get away from me.
- Still got that hair-trigger
temper, huh, Dan?
I guess our therapy hasn't been
a hundred percent effective yet.
How about a pop quiz?
A little test.
That's it, be rational.
Think of Brenda.
Think of responsibility.
You don't want me, do you?
You don't need me, do you?
- No, I don't need you.
- I think you're lying.
(loud splashing)
(gasps)
(coughing)
(laughs)
Yeah.
You're ready for that white
picket fence marriage.
No chance of you hurting
poor little Brenda now.
You're a new man!
(speaks in foreign language)
Danny boy!
Yeah, another miracle cure.
Take my advice, healing
begins with pain.
You just have to walk
right through it.
Think we have time
for another call.
Caller two, you're on the air.
- [Dan] Hello, Claire.
- Who's this?
- [Dan] Don't you
recognize my voice?
- Oh, yes.
Yes, I do.
- [Dan] You sound
surprised to hear from me.
- Well, I just didn't expect
to hear from you so soon.
For our listeners
who may not remember,
you're the man who
likes rough sex, right?
- [Dan] Wrong.
I'm the man who wants
to end an relationship.
- Are you sure about that?
- [Dan] Oh, yes.
- Then why call me?
- [Dan] Because I don't know
how to tell her it's over.
This woman is a sick,
desperate individual.
The only way she
can feel pleasure
is to inflict pain on herself
and the people around her.
She's never been in love.
And no one will ever
love her, including me.
- Caller, if this woman is as
unstable as you say she is,
there's no telling how
she might react to this.
I wouldn't say those things
to her if I were you.
- [Dan] Too late.
I just did.
Hey!
Over here!
- You fixed it!
Great!
(handcuffs clicking)
- Christ.
Claire, what are you doing?
(whirring)
- Nothing you don't want.
- Bullshit!
How many times I have
to tell you, it's over!
- You know what they say,
when a man says no,
he really means yes.
- Goddammit.
Claire, dammit,
this isn't funny.
- I thought we
should have a talk.
- Fine, I'll talk.
Take these off first.
- No, I prefer a
captive audience.
- I'm listening.
- You can't stay
with Brenda, Dan.
She's not like you.
She'll never
understand who you are.
- And you do?
- Yes, I do.
You and I are alike.
- I love Brenda.
- Brenda's a nice girl.
Nice for a moonlit hayride
or a sweethearts' dance
or necking behind the gym,
but you need something more.
I am something more.
- Whatever I used to want,
I don't want anymore.
- Who says you
can't have it all?
(ominous music)
- This isn't for me, Claire.
- Oh, yes.
- This is for you.
- Oh, yes, it is, Dan.
This woman's for you.
(groaning)
Since you're too weak to
make the right choice,
we'll let Brenda
make it for you.
- What do you mean?
- She got your sweet
note and flower.
She should be here any minute.
- What are you talking about?
- I think when she sees you,
she might wanna find
another boy for the hayride.
Say hello to her for me.
- Claire, get back here.
Claire?
Goddammit, Claire!
Goddammit!
(whirring)
(groans)
God.
(car horn honking)
(suspenseful music)
(whirring)
(garage door clacks)
(knocking)
(saw buzzing)
- So the third old guy says,
"Listen, hey, those might
look like meatballs,
"but they taste like shit!"
(laughs)
Gene, I'm gonna have
to go, all right?
Our radio star just
came into my office.
Mm-hm.
I'll check the contract out
and get back to you, buddy.
- Contract?
Then it's all settled.
- Coast-to-coast.
Just finishing up by crossing
the Ts and dotting the Is.
- Oh, I'm glad.
- Oh, is that right?
- Yes, I've been
thinking about it
and I'm really glad that
everything worked out
the way it did.
You know, I never had a
head for money anyway.
And I'm sure you'll
do a much better job
than I ever could have.
- Come on, Claire.
What's the matter with
you, are you drunk?
'Cause I'm not letting go
on the radio if you are.
- I'm not drunk.
Little flushed maybe.
I don't know what did it,
something about seeing you
or hearing your voice
on the telephone,
so cool and firm and strong.
- Cut the shit, Claire.
This is business.
- So?
- So, I don't dip my
pen in company ink.
- Think of it this way, it can
only deepen our relationship,
build more intimate trust.
If we're going to
be partners forever,
don't you think we should
get to know each
other a little better?
Why don't you meet me here
tonight after my show?
(button clicks)
Let's get back to the phones.
Peggy, you're on the air.
How can I help you?
- [Peggy] It's my boyfriend.
He hates me.
- Why do you say that?
- [Peggy] Because...
Because he beats me up.
- When does he beat you up?
- [Peggy] What do you mean?
- Does he hit you
in the bedroom?
- [Peggy] Yeah.
- While you're making love?
- [Peggy] Sometimes.
- Peggy, listen, your
boyfriend doesn't hate you.
He loves you.
- [Peggy] Well,
why does he hit me?
- Because it's the natural way.
Fighting is linked to
sex in many species,
fish, lizards,
elk, deer, rabbits,
mink, moose, monkeys, and men.
- [Peggy] I never thought
about it that way.
- Yes, well, consider
yourself lucky, Peggy.
The male mink often bites
right through the pelt
of his lover's neck,
severing all the neck
muscles and arteries
before copulation
is even through.
- [Peggy] Really?
- Really.
At least your boyfriend
cares enough to hit you.
(button clicks)
- Peggy, are you there?
- [Peggy] I'm here.
Who's this?
- I'm Brenda Foster.
- Peggy?
- I'm gonna give you
the number for the Center
for Domestic Violence, okay?
- [Peggy] Well, what
happened to Dr. Archer?
- Dr. Archer can't help you,
but I'm gonna give you the
number of somebody who can.
Do you have a pencil?
- [Peggy] Yeah, just a second.
- Don't you ever fucking
put your hands on me again.
- What if I do?
- You won't.
You're sick, but
you're not stupid.
(button clicks)
- Face it, Dan, you're
the one that's sick.
You're a serious sexual deviant.
Isn't that why they
threw you off the force?
Isn't that why you
came to me for help?
(loud clattering)
- I'm warning you.
- Let me put it
in layman's terms,
good old-fashioned
mom-and-pop fucking
just isn't enough
to rock your boat.
You and I both know it
takes a stiffer wind
to fill your sails.
- Stop!
- But it isn't
easy to find women
who can do the things you need
or let you do it
to them, is it?!
And sometimes, they scream
for real, don't they, Dan?!
- Shut up!
- Dan.
- You bitch.
- All night long on KSAV radio.
I'm Buddy Sylvester
and you're listening to
Things That Go Bop in the Night.
- [Man] We're on, one, two...
(gentle jazz music)
- [Chuck] Buddy boy!
- Oh.
Shit.
Big boss man, didn't
know you were here.
- Ah, you know what, my friend,
I was sitting home tonight
by myself and I said,
Chuck, it's about time you
get back to your roots.
- Roots.
Hey, cool, man.
Yeah, so what do you want,
sit in with me tonight?
- Yeah, not exactly.
Like to kinda go solo, you know,
Big Chuck does everything alone.
Not everything.
(chuckles)
- Catch your drift, man.
Cool.
Well, hey, it's
your station, right?
Here's the playlist.
Here is the vinyl.
- Hey, listen, if
you don't mind,
I brought along some
of those cool sounds
from the '60s, the real music.
You remember that, right?
- Real music.
- Yeah.
- Cool, man.
You got it.
Well, you know
where everything is.
Break a leg, now.
Daddy.
- Don't let the door
hit you in the ass
on the way out, Buddy.
- [Buddy] Rest assured.
- [Chuck] Okay.
(chuckles)
(coughing)
- [Dan] Brenda.
Brenda, open the door.
- [Brenda] Go away, Dan.
- Brenda, goddammit,
open the, open the door.
- What do you want?
- Want you to let me in.
- I don't want you in.
- Brenda, at least give
me a chance to explain.
- Explain?
What makes you think
I need an explanation?
You like to hurt women,
you like them to hurt you.
It seems pretty clear to me.
It was you who called
the radio station
the other night, wasn't it?
(Dan sighs)
- Yes, it was,
because I needed help,
because of you,
because I love you.
- Me?!
- And I was afraid--
- Leave me out of it.
You have up till this point.
I don't know what happened
to you in LA, Dan,
but it changed you, and I--
- It wasn't LA.
- You do need help,
but I can't give it.
I don't think we should
see each other anymore.
(loud slam)
- You bet, you jazz lovers,
that's the one you've
been waiting for,
Wally Wormwood and his
Whistling Woodwinds
and their rendition
of Synchopated Polka.
("Synchopated Polka")
(laughs)
Oh!
Well, Dr. Archer, don't we
have a great imagination.
What in the world?
(chuckles)
Must be raining out.
You've got your
raincoat on tonight.
I know that's not
a bathing suit,
but I do know that I am more
than willing to dive in.
No, no, no, no.
I mean, till you
work on the bottom,
you'll find out why they
call me Big Chuck McGill.
(Chuck chuckles)
(laughs)
- [Claire] Batter up.
(handcuffs clicking)
(Chuck chuckles)
- [Chuck] Oh!
I got those from the employees
of the last Christmas party.
All right.
(Chuck chuckles)
Claire, those feel real.
- They are real.
- Oh, I know I'm going
to enjoy this, aren't I?
I'm gonna enjoy, what's that?
Ah, little bit of
fun, I suppose.
(Chuck chuckles)
(laughs)
Stop it!
(laughs)
Oh, please!
Please.
Okay, that's enough
for a minute.
That's enough for a minute.
- You're going on the air now.
- No, wait.
- Five, four, three, two, one!
(button clicks)
- Hi there.
Hi there, friends.
Chuck McGill holding out the
chill as we continue still
with the big sounds
that you just heard
from Wally Wormwood and
his Whistling Woodwinds.
I gotta tell you that we've
got some more great sounds
for you coming up here,
as good old Chuck McGill
gets ready to fill
any hole that's
left in your life.
If you're lonely and you
think you're the only,
I am the one who
will help you now,
as we listen to Benny Bidwell
and his Bouncing Bongos.
Benny Bidwell and his Bouncing,
I'll tell you what's
happened here.
(chuckles)
My engineer, the
Gump, is in the dump.
Time to take a break that
cause that so often you take.
So I'll tell you what,
we'll have some fun.
We're gonna turn this
record for you anyhow
and give you the flip side.
(humming)
Oh, boy, this is the time
you have been waiting for,
my friends, because here he is,
with a continuation,
Wally Wormwood.
(record scratches)
(polka music)
Well, I can tell you,
you know everything's
going fine.
We're gonna check
the temperature for
you in just a second.
(button clicks)
What the fuck are you doing?!
This isn't fun!
It's stupid!
Now, come on, Claire!
(Chuck chuckles)
Did you see that movie,
uh, no, I guess you didn't.
Aw, come on, if I knew
you wanted a girl,
I would've bought one for ya.
I'm not that kind of a guy!
I don't like wigs.
(groans)
Okay, all right, have your fun.
Come on.
Okay, we're gonna have
some fun now, right?
(lips smacking)
Come on.
(groans)
Claire, I can't breathe!
Claire.
(loud thud)
Claire, what are you doing?
(remote control clicks)
- We're making a tape, Chuck.
See, there's the camera.
- Why, Claire?
- [Claire] I wanted you
to see what it feels like
when somebody has
something on you.
- Claire, look,
this is ridiculous.
I'll read negotiate
your contract--
(loud crack)
(groans)
What do you want, Claire?!
(loud crack)
(groans)
I'll give you a 20% of the--
(loud crack)
I'll give you 30%
of the syndication.
What do you want?!
- [Claire] I want my tape!
- I don't have it, Claire.
(loud crack)
(groans)
I'll give you 40%!
40%--
(loud crack)
It's in my office
in the ice bucket.
Claire, please.
- [Claire] No, Chuck.
- Claire, I can't breathe!
- We're having fun, aren't we?
Aren't we having--
- I can't breathe!
I can't--
- I thought that's what you
wanted to do, was have some fun.
(groans)
Chuck?
(loud thud)
("Made Out of Steel"
by Spanic Boys)
♪ You were made out of steel
♪ And steel won't bend
♪ You were made out of steel
♪ But you will in
the end someday ♪
(Dan sighs)
- Brenda, please, I'm sorry.
You gotta believe me.
(Dan sighs)
Look, you had to stay
because of your father.
Well, I had to leave
because of mine.
Remember that time I
got my nose busted?
- Yeah, it was during
that scrimmage.
- No.
Wasn't any scrimmage that day.
He did it.
He didn't like the way I played
the game the night before.
Said I wasn't
hitting hard enough,
I was playing like a pussy.
Showed me how to hit, all right.
- I didn't even know of that.
- Nobody knew.
Everybody loved Pete Pearson.
Down at the garage, he always
had a smile for everyone.
He's everybody's pal.
Not at home, he wasn't.
Home was a whole
different story.
Home was a shot in the
arm, kick in the ass,
and elbow in the gut,
fist in the face.
He was a fucking brute.
And that's just with me.
With my mother...
God, I hated what he did to her.
Only thing I hated more
was what he did to me.
Made me like him.
(loud thudding)
Dammit!
God!
(loud thudding)
(gentle music)
- No, I can't.
Think I can't.
Think I can't.
I was almost over you.
Well, it took me
15 years, but I...
I almost was.
- [Dan] You want me to leave?
- Not on your life.
Just let me put dad to bed.
Okay?
- Yeah.
- [Brenda] Okay.
- Keep the porch
light burning, okay?
- [Brenda] Yeah.
- Dispatch, this is 804.
Call the cops.
Tell them there's a break-in
in progress at 5606 Blackstone.
- [Dispatcher] Copy, 804.
- Get out.
- Don't you understand
we belong together?
Why can't you accept that?
I have.
- Maybe you did help
me in some weird way,
but you're the one
that really needs help.
I'd feel sorry for you if
you weren't so dangerous.
- Dangerous?
What do you know about me?
- I know enough.
(suspenseful music)
- Too bad.
I guess you and I can't
live happily ever after.
Stories just don't end up
that way, do they, Dan?
- Claire, goddammit, be careful.
That thing's loaded.
- You don't have to tell me.
I know all about stories.
They're always loaded.
Boy meets girl.
Boy loses girl.
Boy gets girl.
(gun clicks)
Fuck stories.
(gun clicks)
No!
No.
(gun clicks)
(gasps)
- You have a
winning personality.
- [Claire] Don't.
(gun clicks)
(yelps)
- He will travel soon.
(gun clicks)
He who has hope has everything.
- [Officer] Freeze!
He's got a gun!
Drop it!
- Danimal Pearson?!
(guns firing)
(sighs)
(gentle music)
- Until next week,
I'm Dr. Claire Archer.
Remember, don't fight the hurt.
Love the hurt.
It's a long dark night
and it's all you've got.
(ominous piano music)
(ominous music)
- [Woman] Last night, I
had the strangest dream.
I dreamed I was in bed with you
and I heard this loud ticking.
I looked all around for a clock,
but I couldn't
find one anywhere.
- [Dan] What was it?
- It was you.
(gentle music)
(stairs creaking)
(footsteps pattering)
(gasping)
Stop it!
Stop it!
Bastard.
(woman grunts)
- [Man] You inflicted some
serious collateral damage, Dan.
(loud crash)
(groaning)
(loud crash)
- [Woman] Oh, Jesus, no.
Dan, jeez, are you okay?
Help me, somebody!
Anybody!
- [Man] Not to mention
attempted murder of a suspect.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Jesus, no, please, no!
Somebody stop him!
- [Man] And assaulting
a fellow officer.
- Dan, Dan!
- God, no!
- Dan, come on--
(loud thud)
- [Man] I thought they were
gonna put the old burning tire
around your neck and
set you off to float
down the river in Ganges.
(siren wails)
(suspenseful music)
(gun clicks)
(gentle music)
("Made Out of Steel"
by Spanic Boys)
♪ You were made out of steel
(radio buzzing)
- Are you worried about
the coming ice age?
Do you feel that world events
are spinning out of control?
Have you got personal
or financial problems?
Do small children laugh
at you on the street?
Me too.
So call me up and let's
talk it out together.
I see we have our first call.
Hello, you're on the air.
- [Vivian] Hi, Dr. Edwards.
I really love your show.
My name is Vivian.
- Hello, Eileen,
how are you tonight?
- [Vivian] Uh, Vivian.
I'm not so good.
My husband divorced me
and took my children.
- Oh.
- [Vivian] My
family was my life.
Now, I have no reason to
get up in the morning.
- Veronica, you ever
heard that old saying,
"Today's the first day of
the rest of your life"?
- Uh, Vivian, yeah.
- Well, forget it, Vicky,
because things can
only get better.
Today is the worst day of the
rest of your life, am I right?
- Wrong Dr. Edwards.
This is the worst day of
the rest of your life.
♪ KSAV
- Well, I'll tell you
that's his last broadcast
on my radio station.
You know, it's
dumbfounding to me
that this close to Los Angeles,
I can't find a psychologist
who can talk on radio.
- [Claire] I can do more
than talk, Mr. McGill.
- Well, I'm sure, Doctor.
I gave a listen to
your audition tape.
You have a great
deal of potential.
- [Claire] Why don't
you call me Claire?
And I'll call you Chuck, okay?
- First name basis, that's good.
Audience likes to be known
on a first name basis.
I should know, I started
as a disc jockey.
- [Claire] Oh,
I'm not surprised.
You have a wonderful voice.
- Well, it takes more than a
voice to launch a radio career.
Takes something where you
can grab the audience.
They need something
to identify with.
- What exactly did you
have in mind, Chuck?
- I need something
I can syndicate,
put this radio
station on the map.
- Well, my background
is primarily
in the area of human sexuality.
- I'm listening.
- I was the head of a program
at the Neurology
Institute in Los Angeles
where I conducted a
series of experiments
documenting the link
between sex and violence.
- Good, very good.
I like that.
- I'm not going to
exploit it, Chuck.
I wanna make your
listeners aware
of the biochemical
changes in their bodies
and how that affects them
so they can better learn
to accept themselves.
- Claire, that's
what bothers me.
Biochemical changes.
- It's just chemistry, Chuck.
Simple body chemistry.
The right combination of
stimuli can be pleasurable.
Wrong combination, painful.
That's all.
- Here then, my dear,
is to the right chemistry.
("Made Out of Steel"
by Spanic Boys)
(crowd cheering)
(footsteps pattering)
(high-pitched screech)
(loud thudding)
(knocking)
- There's no sleeping on the
sides of these roads, sir.
- Yeah, sorry.
I guess I just conked
out last night.
- I'm a need to see your
license and your registration.
- Yeah, sure.
- Dan Pearson?
Danimal Pearson?!
(laughs)
It's been a while!
I was just a freshman
scrub on the team
when you were all-state
and we took the title.
Oh, man!
You were a stinger, baby!
I remember one time you were
supposed to take the QB,
you stayed at home
and you waited,
he pitched it out to the wide
receiver, he came around,
you spied him, and then
out of nowhere, bam, bam!
That was a great hit!
You stung--
- That was a long time ago.
But you look familiar to me.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Listen, I heard you made LAPD.
- I can't work with you, Dan.
I don't trust you.
Frankly, I don't think there's
a guy in the entire force
that would ride with you.
- No, you heard wrong.
- [Officer] You're gonna
stay around for a visit?
Stay in town for a bit?
- Something like that, yeah.
- Listen, you gotta
come by the PM Club.
The guys would love to see you.
Have a drink with them.
They still all remember you.
- Yeah, maybe I will.
But listen, I'd appreciate
it if you didn't mention
to anybody that
I'm back just yet.
Take a few days to
just get settled in.
- Oh, yeah.
- You know what I mean?
- Oh, of course.
No, I won't say nothing, Dan.
It's just good seeing you.
Thanks for the memories, man.
You were a stinger.
I'll see you.
(gentle guitar music)
(gentle piano music)
- I know some of you may be shy.
After all, it's not
easy talking about sex,
especially with a stranger.
But I want you to think
about it like this:
The act of talking and listening
is very much like the
act of sex itself.
One person is giving.
The other, receiving.
The sexiest spot of
the human anatomy
is not between the legs.
It's between the ears.
Before you can
turn on your body,
you have to be able
to turn on your mind.
So I want you to open your mind
to your deepest, most
secret thoughts and call me.
1-800-SEXTALK.
(phone ringing)
- Well, I'll be damned.
- [Claire] Our
first call is Glenn.
Hi, Glenn, you're on
the air with Dr. Archer.
- [Glenn] Hello?
Can you hear me?
- [Claire] Yes, I
can hear you, Glenn.
What's on your mind?
- [Glenn] My girlfriend.
- [Claire] What about her?
- [Glenn] We broke up.
- [Claire] Sound
like you're in pain.
- [Glenn] I am.
- [Claire] Share your
pain with me, Glenn.
- [Glenn] My girlfriend
cheated on me.
- How do you know?
- [Glenn] I caught
her, and I loved her.
Now, I don't know what to do.
- [Claire] Why do you
have to do anything?
- [Glenn] Because it hurt.
- Change causes pain.
- [Glenn] So, how
do I get rid of it?
- [Claire] You don't.
You embrace it.
- [Glenn] I don't understand.
- Pain defines pleasure.
If you were always happy,
you'd never know it.
Without pain, you're
not truly alive.
You're not truly alive.
You're not truly alive.
(tense orchestral music)
(loud crash)
- [Brenda] Bye, Daddy!
(ignition screeching)
- [Dispatcher] We got a
stalled car on Wilcox.
Anyone in the area?
- Yeah, this is
804, I'll take it.
What's the address?
- [Dispatcher] 1111 Wilcox.
- I'm on my way.
- Oh my god.
Dan.
- Hey, Brenda.
- What are you doing here?
- [Dan] I'm giving you a tow.
- Well, don't I get a hug?
- Kinda greasy.
- How long have you been back?
- Uh, couple weeks.
- How come you didn't
come to see me?
- I was going to, but then I
got kind of busy, you know?
Moving into the old house,
reopening my dad's garage.
- So you're back for good?
- Well, I'm back.
- What happened to LA?
- Listen, you got an
electrical problem.
I'm gonna have to take this in.
- Oh, uh...
- Need a ride somewhere?
- Well, yeah, I was
on my way to work.
- Jump in.
I'll pick this up later.
(sighs)
- Dan, look.
Bet you don't even remember
the last time we were here.
- Prom night, senior year.
- Come on.
(elegant orchestral music)
Come on.
- [Dan] Wow.
This feels weird.
- Doesn't it?
It's like we're
walking into a dream.
- Or a graveyard.
(crowd cheering)
(loud thud)
(loud thud)
- Hey, dream boy.
(loud thud)
(groans)
Is it halftime already?
It's hard to believe we actually
made out under here, huh?
- Call that making out?
- Well, yeah, I mean,
we kissed and stuff.
- That's about all.
You hardly let me touch you.
- Well, that was
a long time ago.
- Yeah, it was.
(gentle music)
(footsteps pattering)
(moaning)
(loud thud)
(groans)
- Dan?
(sighs)
What happened to you in LA, Dan?
- Nothing happened.
- Then why did you
come back here?
- Heard there was a house
that needed haunting.
- Oh.
Do you ever think about me?
- Yeah, I think of you a lot,
but I wanna take this slow.
Just sit with it for a while.
(chuckles)
- Aren't I the one who's
supposed to be saying that?
- Welcome to the '90s.
- Well, whatever the reason,
I'm glad you're back.
- Me too.
- Night.
- Night.
- I never realized there were
so many perverts out there.
(laughs)
Can you imagine what
she'll do in LA?
(loud buzz)
Listen--
- I'm sorry, Mr. McGill,
but Mr. Larabee
says it's urgent.
- This woman is a killer.
(loud buzz)
- [Receptionist] He says
it's about Dr. Archer.
- Gene, I'll have
to call you back.
Hello.
- [John] Mr. McGill?
- [Charles] This is
Charles McGill speaking.
- [John] My name
is John Larabee.
I have a problem that
might interest you.
- Mr. Larabee, we
have a Dr. Archer here
who's on the air from
nine until one o'clock
and she handles
special problems.
Perhaps you should
give her a call, huh?
(John chuckles)
- [John] Your Dr.
Archer is the problem.
- No, it's not normal.
It's exceptional.
Why would you wanna be
like everybody else?
Be proud of who you are
and forget about the rest.
- [Lisa] But what about--
- Thank you for your call, Lisa.
And we'll be right back with
another call after this.
- Claire, how could you do that?
- What are you talking about?
- You cut her off.
- The call was over.
I solved her problem.
- But you may have
been finished, but
the call wasn't over.
And her problem was not
that she'd had an affair
with a woman, it was that
she cheated on her husband.
- Brenda, this is
my show, remember?
People call because they
wanna hear what I have to say.
They don't want your advice,
and come to think
of it, neither do I.
(button clicks)
Hi, Leslie, you're on
the air with Dr. Archer.
(knocking)
- Hey, Doc, nice
show, very nice.
I especially liked it when
you were talking to that guy
who had a stack of
girly magazines.
I mean, after all, no shame
in a little self-love, right?
- Right!
- Well, take it easy, Doc.
Oh, by the way, Big
Chuckles wants to see you
in his office right away.
- Okay.
Chuck, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah, sit down,
take a load off.
Get you a drink?
- No. Thank you.
- You know, I always
meant to ask you,
what's a major
league lady like you
doing in a triple-A
town like this?
(chuckles)
- What's the difference?
I'm here.
- Ah, the difference
is will you stay here?
See, I think you
could be big-time.
I think you could go
places, coast-to-coast.
- Well, you know I'd like that.
- Then why don't
you level with me?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- People like you don't
live in a town like this.
You're either born
here or you fail here.
You weren't born here.
- Look, Chuck, my private
life is my own business.
- Let me tell you
something, Claire,
I don't give a flying fuck
up a running squirrel's ass
about your private life,
but this is business.
I suggest you reread
your contract,
check the indemnity clauses.
- Is that a threat?
- Syndication's a rough game.
Lot of strings
have to be pulled.
Lot of milk gets spilled.
I don't want a mess.
- No mess.
This is Dr. Claire Archer
and I'm back with Karen.
What's on your mind, Karen?
- [Karen] Well,
first, I wanted to say
how much I like your show.
I never miss it.
I think it's wonderful how
you help so many people.
- [Claire] Well, thank you.
That's always nice to hear.
Do you have a problem?
- [Karen] I'm
beginning to think so.
Two weeks ago, I started
sleeping with my boss.
- KSAV advice line.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
- [Dan] Yes.
- What's your name?
- [Dan] John.
- John, what do you wanna
talk to Dr. Archer about?
- [Dan] Do I have to tell you?
- Well, it will help
you get on the air.
- [Dan] Okay.
(tense music)
Rough sex.
- I'm sorry, John,
you're gonna have to
speak up a little bit.
- [Dan] Rough sex.
- I think we have time
for one more call.
John, you're on the air.
John, are you there?
- [Dan] Yeah.
- What's on your mind?
- [Dan] Uh...
Men who hurt women.
- Hurt them how?
- [Dan] With their
hands, with their fists
while they're loving them.
- Do you know someone like this?
- [Dan] Yeah, me.
- And how long have
you been this way?
- [Dan] I've always
had a violent temper,
but it's never got
this way before.
- Before what?
- [Dan] Before I lost my job.
- And what kind of job was that?
(sighs)
John, are you still there?
- [Dan] I'm here.
- [Claire] Do you
want to change?
- [Dan] Yes.
- [Claire] Why?
- [Dan] I've met
someone that I care for.
- So what's the problem?
- [Dan] I can't touch her.
I can't even kiss her.
- Why not?
- [Dan] I'm afraid
I'll break her.
- John, I'd like to help you,
but I'm afraid we're
almost out of time,
so I'm going to ask
you to stay on the line
while I put you on hold
and after the sign off,
I'll come back and give you a
special number to call, okay?
- [Dan] Yeah.
- Until tomorrow, this
is Dr. Claire Archer.
Remember, pain defines pleasure.
If you were always happy,
you'd never know it.
Without pain, you're
not truly alive.
(button clicks)
John, are you still there?
John?
Brenda, you're still here.
- I'm waiting for my ride.
- Hey, listen, I wanted to
apologize about the other night.
You had a problem
and I should've been
more receptive to you.
- It's not me you need to
be receptive to, Claire,
it's the callers.
Those people are not
just voices on the phone.
They are people
and they need help.
- You don't think I help them?
- I think you entertain them.
- Well, I try to do both.
You see, people aren't gonna--
- Here's my ride.
- Sorry, I'm late.
I fell asleep.
- It's all right.
- Hi, Dan Pearson.
- Claire Archer.
- Oh, yeah, right, I've
heard you on the radio.
- Sorry, but don't I know you?
- Uh, don't think so.
- Seem awfully familiar to me.
- Dan runs a garage
on Main Street.
- Oh, no, I've never
been there before.
Well, I must be getting you
confused with somebody else.
It was nice meeting you, Dan.
- Me too.
(gentle music)
(soft rock music)
- [Man] Hey, Helen, could
I get a little more coffee?
Thanks.
- [Woman] There you go.
- You Larabee?
Let's talk.
- Did you bring the
cashier's check, Mr. McGill?
- Yeah, I brought it.
- It's okay.
I'm gonna need your signature.
(Chuck chuckles)
- What the hell is this?
- It's my standard contract.
Retaining me to investigate
Dr. Archer, do a credit report.
- Credit report, I like that.
That's a much prettier word
than blackmail, Larabee.
- Do you wanna do
business or what?
Okay.
And here.
And here.
If you could just
initial the box.
- Oh, for Christ's sake.
- Thanks.
- Now, tell me what
this shit is all about.
- What this shit is all about
is that your radio
star killed a man.
- What?
- A man she was fucking.
(ominous music)
- Dan?
- What can I do for you?
- Change the oil?
- Well, we got a
full lube for 19.95
or I can just change
the oil for 12.95.
- Well, why don't we see how
you do with the oil first
and then maybe we can
work up to the full lube.
(bubbling)
- Oh, shit.
- [Claire] Well, it's a
good thing I didn't ask
for the full lube,
isn't it, Dan?
Or should I call you John?
- [Dan] How'd you
know it was me?
- I'm a very good listener
and I never forget a voice.
- Brenda doesn't know.
I'd like to keep it that way.
Okay?
- Dan, if we're going to begin
a professional relationship,
you're gonna have to trust me.
Anything that you say to me
will be held in the
strictest of confidence.
You said on the phone
that you had always
had a violent temper.
(loud thud)
(groans)
- That's right.
- But you found
socially acceptable
ways of expressing it.
(loud thud)
(groans)
- Yeah.
- Like?
(loud thud)
- When I was in high
school, I played football.
- Did you win?
- Sometimes.
But I didn't really
care about winning.
All I cared about was
seeing how many guys
I could take out of the game.
- And after high school?
- I went into the
police academy.
- Did you like that?
- Yeah, I liked it.
- Why?
- I liked the feeling of power.
(gun firing)
I liked it even
better than football.
(gun firing)
Better than sex.
(gun fires)
- So, when did the
sex turn violent?
- When I was suspended
from the force.
- Have you ever
considered therapy?
(gentle music)
- What, lie down on the
couch and tell you my dreams?
- Wasn't exactly
what I had in mind,
but dreams are always
a good place to start.
- What's this?
- I think I can help you,
Dan, but you'd have to let go.
- Let go of what?
- Everything.
(footsteps pattering)
- Hello?
Who's there?
- It's me, Daddy.
- Ah, Brenda.
Uh, who's that with you?
- You remember Dan
Pearson, don't you?
- Hi, Mr. Foster.
- Uh, yeah, Dan!
How was the dance?
- The dance?
- Sometimes, he thinks
I'm still in high school.
- [Mr. Foster] Did
you have a good time?
- Did we?
- Had a great time.
- [Mr. Foster] I bet my Brenda
was the prettiest girl there.
- Daddy.
- She was.
- I knew it!
- Dad, Dan was a
perfect gentleman.
- Well, of course he was.
You think I would trust just
anybody with my only daughter?
You better marry him
before it's too late.
- Daddy, it's late.
It's time for bed, okay?
Let's go.
You all right?
I'll be right back.
- Oh.
Goodnight, Dan.
- [Dan] Goodnight, Mr. Foster.
- Be good to my little girl.
- [Brenda] Okay, you okay, Dad?
- I'll try.
♪ And if time could
go backwards ♪
♪ I wouldn't be lonely
♪ Playing back scenes
bound to keep me awake ♪
♪ And if time could
go backwards ♪
(moaning)
♪ We'd both just get younger
♪ Do what we wanted
with none of the ache ♪
(moaning)
(loud thud)
- [Claire] Hi, this
is Dr. Claire Archer.
Please leave your message
at the sound of the beep.
(phone beeps)
- Uh, yeah, it's me.
Listen, I've been thinking
about what you said
and I guess I have a few dreams
that could use talking out.
So, I guess I'll call you later.
(ominous music)
Hi.
- Hi.
- Not many doctors make
house calls these days.
- Call me old-fashioned.
Make yourself at home.
This is your house, after all.
- Not really.
Not anymore.
- I saw your room.
Everything you are
is right up there.
- No, I'm not the
kid that lived there.
- [Claire] No?
He's in there somewhere.
- [Dan] Yeah, I think
he could use a drink.
How about you?
- [Claire] Sure.
(gentle music)
- What's that?
- Our contract.
- A contract?
What for?
- Nothing to be afraid of.
Contract is a metaphor.
Metaphor with teeth.
- I don't understand.
(chuckles)
- What's this?
- Just sign it.
- Surprised you don't want
my signature in blood.
(Claire chuckles)
- No, blood comes later.
- What are you doing?
- [Claire] Setting you free.
- By tying me up?
- That's right.
See, you're helpless,
so you're free from
any responsibility.
- Responsibility for what?
- For yourself.
Your feelings.
Your desires.
For your dreams.
Trust me.
- Do I have a choice?
- [Claire] No.
Your body has been shaped,
trained, and disciplined
for 20 or more years for the
sole purpose of hurting others.
Poor thing.
(moaning)
Whatever it is that has
come to you, let them in.
(moaning)
Open your eyes!
(woman groans)
Open your eyes!
(loud slap)
(groaning)
Have you ever told anyone
that you hate your father?
- I loved my father.
(chuckles)
- Come on, Dan, no lies here.
You loved your
father about as much
as you love me right now.
- All right.
He was mean and stupid.
Big deal.
Lot of guys have
fucked up parents.
- Did he hit you or
just push you too hard?
- Yeah, he hit me
every now and then.
- Do you miss it?
- What?
- [Claire] Tell the truth, Dan.
You really like it.
- Look, lady, I'm no freak.
- Freak?
No, you're the boy next door.
The boy most likely to succeed.
The boy most likely
to take a rifle
and start sniping at
cars on the freeway.
(loud slap)
Severe parental discipline.
Forced body contact sports.
Repressed homosexuality.
It's the oldest
story in the book.
Go ahead, make my day.
- What are you doing to me?
- Helping you be you.
- But you were supposed to
help me be somebody else,
somebody better,
somebody normal.
- [Brenda] Dan?
Dan.
Dan?
Are you all right?
- [Dan] Uh, Brenda.
Yeah.
- Oh.
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Um.
No, it's just, just...
It was so hot last night
and I've been having
the strangest dream.
- Well, you are the
ghost of the house.
I guess you can haunt
it any way you like.
I just came by to see if you
wanted to grab a cup of coffee
before you went into work.
- Sure.
Just let me take a shower, okay?
- Okay.
- Give me five minutes.
- [Brenda] Sure.
(ominous music)
- Gene, for Christ's sake,
will you stop worrying?
She and I got an
ironclad contract.
It's signed in blood,
(chuckles) her blood.
Yeah.
Dr. Claire Archer is now
a wholly owned subsidiary
of Big Chuck, Inc.
(laughs)
All right, friend.
Gotcha!
(knocking)
(clapping)
Congratulations, Dr. Archer.
I don't believe I've seen
as dramatic a performance
since the last time I saw
Naughty Naja in Inga
the Animal Lover.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- You mean to tell me
you've never had sex
in front of a camera?
- Well, I said that I
had done some research
into the relationship
between sex and violence
on a neuronal level.
It did require some
video documentation, yes.
(chuckles)
- Video documentation,
kind of a nature film, huh?
That was Academy Award stuff.
And your co-star, he
had such magnificent,
what they call, screen presence.
Whatever happened to him?
- He died.
- Little wonder.
Three bullets to the
chest and lung region
has a way of (chuckles)
punching your E-ticket
for that big ride to
the sky, doesn't it?
- Look, Chuck, it
was self-defense.
I had no choice.
- I don't particularly
give a shit
if you're guilty or innocent.
But I'm telling you,
if this video ever makes it to
the airwaves, you're through.
- You can't do that.
- Oh, I can, Claire.
- What do you want?
- I've taken the liberty
of making a few changes
in our contract,
minor things about
copyright ownership,
syndication, little
things like that.
(Brenda chuckles)
- [Dan] Whatever happened
to Cheryl Remboski?
- [Brenda] Six kids happened.
- No.
- Yeah.
Remember, nobody could
get near her in school.
- [Dan] No, not a chance.
- Well, apparently, she
made up for it later.
(Dan chuckles)
Oh, and James Allen,
do you remember him?
President of the science club.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- He still lives here.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, he's a pharmacist
at the drug store.
- [Dan] Oh.
- Should go and see him someday.
It would blow him away.
- Yeah, well, I never
spoke to him at school.
- [Brenda] That's why
it would blow him away.
Look at how we looked.
- [Dan] Do you remember this?
- How did you get this?
(laughs)
No.
- You were a brazen
hussy back then.
- Yeah?
- Mm.
- Well, I still am.
(gentle music)
(panting)
(phone ringing)
(Brenda sighs)
(Dan sighs)
- Hello.
- Dan, it's Claire.
- Uh, sorry, the garage
is closed for the night.
- [Claire] I think
somebody followed me home.
- Excuse me?
- [Claire] There's somebody
trying to break into my house.
(Dan sighs)
- How can I help you?
- [Claire] Can you
come over, please?
- Well, like I said, garage
is closed for the evening.
Why don't you try
back in the morning.
- [Claire] Please,
Dan, I'm scared.
He's in the house, I know he is.
I can hear him.
- Sounds like you need
a cop, not a mechanic.
- [Claire] I thought
you were a cop.
- [Dan] I'll have the tow
truck there in 10 minutes.
(Dan sighs)
Um, there's been an accident.
I better go.
- Oh, was anybody hurt?
- I don't know.
I hope not.
You wanna wait for me?
(Brenda chuckles)
- Yeah, um, it's late
and I need to get home
and check on my dad.
(Brenda exhales loudly)
(sighs)
(suspenseful music)
- Glad you could
tear yourself away.
What took you so long?
- Get away from me.
- Still got that hair-trigger
temper, huh, Dan?
I guess our therapy hasn't been
a hundred percent effective yet.
How about a pop quiz?
A little test.
That's it, be rational.
Think of Brenda.
Think of responsibility.
You don't want me, do you?
You don't need me, do you?
- No, I don't need you.
- I think you're lying.
(loud splashing)
(gasps)
(coughing)
(laughs)
Yeah.
You're ready for that white
picket fence marriage.
No chance of you hurting
poor little Brenda now.
You're a new man!
(speaks in foreign language)
Danny boy!
Yeah, another miracle cure.
Take my advice, healing
begins with pain.
You just have to walk
right through it.
Think we have time
for another call.
Caller two, you're on the air.
- [Dan] Hello, Claire.
- Who's this?
- [Dan] Don't you
recognize my voice?
- Oh, yes.
Yes, I do.
- [Dan] You sound
surprised to hear from me.
- Well, I just didn't expect
to hear from you so soon.
For our listeners
who may not remember,
you're the man who
likes rough sex, right?
- [Dan] Wrong.
I'm the man who wants
to end an relationship.
- Are you sure about that?
- [Dan] Oh, yes.
- Then why call me?
- [Dan] Because I don't know
how to tell her it's over.
This woman is a sick,
desperate individual.
The only way she
can feel pleasure
is to inflict pain on herself
and the people around her.
She's never been in love.
And no one will ever
love her, including me.
- Caller, if this woman is as
unstable as you say she is,
there's no telling how
she might react to this.
I wouldn't say those things
to her if I were you.
- [Dan] Too late.
I just did.
Hey!
Over here!
- You fixed it!
Great!
(handcuffs clicking)
- Christ.
Claire, what are you doing?
(whirring)
- Nothing you don't want.
- Bullshit!
How many times I have
to tell you, it's over!
- You know what they say,
when a man says no,
he really means yes.
- Goddammit.
Claire, dammit,
this isn't funny.
- I thought we
should have a talk.
- Fine, I'll talk.
Take these off first.
- No, I prefer a
captive audience.
- I'm listening.
- You can't stay
with Brenda, Dan.
She's not like you.
She'll never
understand who you are.
- And you do?
- Yes, I do.
You and I are alike.
- I love Brenda.
- Brenda's a nice girl.
Nice for a moonlit hayride
or a sweethearts' dance
or necking behind the gym,
but you need something more.
I am something more.
- Whatever I used to want,
I don't want anymore.
- Who says you
can't have it all?
(ominous music)
- This isn't for me, Claire.
- Oh, yes.
- This is for you.
- Oh, yes, it is, Dan.
This woman's for you.
(groaning)
Since you're too weak to
make the right choice,
we'll let Brenda
make it for you.
- What do you mean?
- She got your sweet
note and flower.
She should be here any minute.
- What are you talking about?
- I think when she sees you,
she might wanna find
another boy for the hayride.
Say hello to her for me.
- Claire, get back here.
Claire?
Goddammit, Claire!
Goddammit!
(whirring)
(groans)
God.
(car horn honking)
(suspenseful music)
(whirring)
(garage door clacks)
(knocking)
(saw buzzing)
- So the third old guy says,
"Listen, hey, those might
look like meatballs,
"but they taste like shit!"
(laughs)
Gene, I'm gonna have
to go, all right?
Our radio star just
came into my office.
Mm-hm.
I'll check the contract out
and get back to you, buddy.
- Contract?
Then it's all settled.
- Coast-to-coast.
Just finishing up by crossing
the Ts and dotting the Is.
- Oh, I'm glad.
- Oh, is that right?
- Yes, I've been
thinking about it
and I'm really glad that
everything worked out
the way it did.
You know, I never had a
head for money anyway.
And I'm sure you'll
do a much better job
than I ever could have.
- Come on, Claire.
What's the matter with
you, are you drunk?
'Cause I'm not letting go
on the radio if you are.
- I'm not drunk.
Little flushed maybe.
I don't know what did it,
something about seeing you
or hearing your voice
on the telephone,
so cool and firm and strong.
- Cut the shit, Claire.
This is business.
- So?
- So, I don't dip my
pen in company ink.
- Think of it this way, it can
only deepen our relationship,
build more intimate trust.
If we're going to
be partners forever,
don't you think we should
get to know each
other a little better?
Why don't you meet me here
tonight after my show?
(button clicks)
Let's get back to the phones.
Peggy, you're on the air.
How can I help you?
- [Peggy] It's my boyfriend.
He hates me.
- Why do you say that?
- [Peggy] Because...
Because he beats me up.
- When does he beat you up?
- [Peggy] What do you mean?
- Does he hit you
in the bedroom?
- [Peggy] Yeah.
- While you're making love?
- [Peggy] Sometimes.
- Peggy, listen, your
boyfriend doesn't hate you.
He loves you.
- [Peggy] Well,
why does he hit me?
- Because it's the natural way.
Fighting is linked to
sex in many species,
fish, lizards,
elk, deer, rabbits,
mink, moose, monkeys, and men.
- [Peggy] I never thought
about it that way.
- Yes, well, consider
yourself lucky, Peggy.
The male mink often bites
right through the pelt
of his lover's neck,
severing all the neck
muscles and arteries
before copulation
is even through.
- [Peggy] Really?
- Really.
At least your boyfriend
cares enough to hit you.
(button clicks)
- Peggy, are you there?
- [Peggy] I'm here.
Who's this?
- I'm Brenda Foster.
- Peggy?
- I'm gonna give you
the number for the Center
for Domestic Violence, okay?
- [Peggy] Well, what
happened to Dr. Archer?
- Dr. Archer can't help you,
but I'm gonna give you the
number of somebody who can.
Do you have a pencil?
- [Peggy] Yeah, just a second.
- Don't you ever fucking
put your hands on me again.
- What if I do?
- You won't.
You're sick, but
you're not stupid.
(button clicks)
- Face it, Dan, you're
the one that's sick.
You're a serious sexual deviant.
Isn't that why they
threw you off the force?
Isn't that why you
came to me for help?
(loud clattering)
- I'm warning you.
- Let me put it
in layman's terms,
good old-fashioned
mom-and-pop fucking
just isn't enough
to rock your boat.
You and I both know it
takes a stiffer wind
to fill your sails.
- Stop!
- But it isn't
easy to find women
who can do the things you need
or let you do it
to them, is it?!
And sometimes, they scream
for real, don't they, Dan?!
- Shut up!
- Dan.
- You bitch.
- All night long on KSAV radio.
I'm Buddy Sylvester
and you're listening to
Things That Go Bop in the Night.
- [Man] We're on, one, two...
(gentle jazz music)
- [Chuck] Buddy boy!
- Oh.
Shit.
Big boss man, didn't
know you were here.
- Ah, you know what, my friend,
I was sitting home tonight
by myself and I said,
Chuck, it's about time you
get back to your roots.
- Roots.
Hey, cool, man.
Yeah, so what do you want,
sit in with me tonight?
- Yeah, not exactly.
Like to kinda go solo, you know,
Big Chuck does everything alone.
Not everything.
(chuckles)
- Catch your drift, man.
Cool.
Well, hey, it's
your station, right?
Here's the playlist.
Here is the vinyl.
- Hey, listen, if
you don't mind,
I brought along some
of those cool sounds
from the '60s, the real music.
You remember that, right?
- Real music.
- Yeah.
- Cool, man.
You got it.
Well, you know
where everything is.
Break a leg, now.
Daddy.
- Don't let the door
hit you in the ass
on the way out, Buddy.
- [Buddy] Rest assured.
- [Chuck] Okay.
(chuckles)
(coughing)
- [Dan] Brenda.
Brenda, open the door.
- [Brenda] Go away, Dan.
- Brenda, goddammit,
open the, open the door.
- What do you want?
- Want you to let me in.
- I don't want you in.
- Brenda, at least give
me a chance to explain.
- Explain?
What makes you think
I need an explanation?
You like to hurt women,
you like them to hurt you.
It seems pretty clear to me.
It was you who called
the radio station
the other night, wasn't it?
(Dan sighs)
- Yes, it was,
because I needed help,
because of you,
because I love you.
- Me?!
- And I was afraid--
- Leave me out of it.
You have up till this point.
I don't know what happened
to you in LA, Dan,
but it changed you, and I--
- It wasn't LA.
- You do need help,
but I can't give it.
I don't think we should
see each other anymore.
(loud slam)
- You bet, you jazz lovers,
that's the one you've
been waiting for,
Wally Wormwood and his
Whistling Woodwinds
and their rendition
of Synchopated Polka.
("Synchopated Polka")
(laughs)
Oh!
Well, Dr. Archer, don't we
have a great imagination.
What in the world?
(chuckles)
Must be raining out.
You've got your
raincoat on tonight.
I know that's not
a bathing suit,
but I do know that I am more
than willing to dive in.
No, no, no, no.
I mean, till you
work on the bottom,
you'll find out why they
call me Big Chuck McGill.
(Chuck chuckles)
(laughs)
- [Claire] Batter up.
(handcuffs clicking)
(Chuck chuckles)
- [Chuck] Oh!
I got those from the employees
of the last Christmas party.
All right.
(Chuck chuckles)
Claire, those feel real.
- They are real.
- Oh, I know I'm going
to enjoy this, aren't I?
I'm gonna enjoy, what's that?
Ah, little bit of
fun, I suppose.
(Chuck chuckles)
(laughs)
Stop it!
(laughs)
Oh, please!
Please.
Okay, that's enough
for a minute.
That's enough for a minute.
- You're going on the air now.
- No, wait.
- Five, four, three, two, one!
(button clicks)
- Hi there.
Hi there, friends.
Chuck McGill holding out the
chill as we continue still
with the big sounds
that you just heard
from Wally Wormwood and
his Whistling Woodwinds.
I gotta tell you that we've
got some more great sounds
for you coming up here,
as good old Chuck McGill
gets ready to fill
any hole that's
left in your life.
If you're lonely and you
think you're the only,
I am the one who
will help you now,
as we listen to Benny Bidwell
and his Bouncing Bongos.
Benny Bidwell and his Bouncing,
I'll tell you what's
happened here.
(chuckles)
My engineer, the
Gump, is in the dump.
Time to take a break that
cause that so often you take.
So I'll tell you what,
we'll have some fun.
We're gonna turn this
record for you anyhow
and give you the flip side.
(humming)
Oh, boy, this is the time
you have been waiting for,
my friends, because here he is,
with a continuation,
Wally Wormwood.
(record scratches)
(polka music)
Well, I can tell you,
you know everything's
going fine.
We're gonna check
the temperature for
you in just a second.
(button clicks)
What the fuck are you doing?!
This isn't fun!
It's stupid!
Now, come on, Claire!
(Chuck chuckles)
Did you see that movie,
uh, no, I guess you didn't.
Aw, come on, if I knew
you wanted a girl,
I would've bought one for ya.
I'm not that kind of a guy!
I don't like wigs.
(groans)
Okay, all right, have your fun.
Come on.
Okay, we're gonna have
some fun now, right?
(lips smacking)
Come on.
(groans)
Claire, I can't breathe!
Claire.
(loud thud)
Claire, what are you doing?
(remote control clicks)
- We're making a tape, Chuck.
See, there's the camera.
- Why, Claire?
- [Claire] I wanted you
to see what it feels like
when somebody has
something on you.
- Claire, look,
this is ridiculous.
I'll read negotiate
your contract--
(loud crack)
(groans)
What do you want, Claire?!
(loud crack)
(groans)
I'll give you a 20% of the--
(loud crack)
I'll give you 30%
of the syndication.
What do you want?!
- [Claire] I want my tape!
- I don't have it, Claire.
(loud crack)
(groans)
I'll give you 40%!
40%--
(loud crack)
It's in my office
in the ice bucket.
Claire, please.
- [Claire] No, Chuck.
- Claire, I can't breathe!
- We're having fun, aren't we?
Aren't we having--
- I can't breathe!
I can't--
- I thought that's what you
wanted to do, was have some fun.
(groans)
Chuck?
(loud thud)
("Made Out of Steel"
by Spanic Boys)
♪ You were made out of steel
♪ And steel won't bend
♪ You were made out of steel
♪ But you will in
the end someday ♪
(Dan sighs)
- Brenda, please, I'm sorry.
You gotta believe me.
(Dan sighs)
Look, you had to stay
because of your father.
Well, I had to leave
because of mine.
Remember that time I
got my nose busted?
- Yeah, it was during
that scrimmage.
- No.
Wasn't any scrimmage that day.
He did it.
He didn't like the way I played
the game the night before.
Said I wasn't
hitting hard enough,
I was playing like a pussy.
Showed me how to hit, all right.
- I didn't even know of that.
- Nobody knew.
Everybody loved Pete Pearson.
Down at the garage, he always
had a smile for everyone.
He's everybody's pal.
Not at home, he wasn't.
Home was a whole
different story.
Home was a shot in the
arm, kick in the ass,
and elbow in the gut,
fist in the face.
He was a fucking brute.
And that's just with me.
With my mother...
God, I hated what he did to her.
Only thing I hated more
was what he did to me.
Made me like him.
(loud thudding)
Dammit!
God!
(loud thudding)
(gentle music)
- No, I can't.
Think I can't.
Think I can't.
I was almost over you.
Well, it took me
15 years, but I...
I almost was.
- [Dan] You want me to leave?
- Not on your life.
Just let me put dad to bed.
Okay?
- Yeah.
- [Brenda] Okay.
- Keep the porch
light burning, okay?
- [Brenda] Yeah.
- Dispatch, this is 804.
Call the cops.
Tell them there's a break-in
in progress at 5606 Blackstone.
- [Dispatcher] Copy, 804.
- Get out.
- Don't you understand
we belong together?
Why can't you accept that?
I have.
- Maybe you did help
me in some weird way,
but you're the one
that really needs help.
I'd feel sorry for you if
you weren't so dangerous.
- Dangerous?
What do you know about me?
- I know enough.
(suspenseful music)
- Too bad.
I guess you and I can't
live happily ever after.
Stories just don't end up
that way, do they, Dan?
- Claire, goddammit, be careful.
That thing's loaded.
- You don't have to tell me.
I know all about stories.
They're always loaded.
Boy meets girl.
Boy loses girl.
Boy gets girl.
(gun clicks)
Fuck stories.
(gun clicks)
No!
No.
(gun clicks)
(gasps)
- You have a
winning personality.
- [Claire] Don't.
(gun clicks)
(yelps)
- He will travel soon.
(gun clicks)
He who has hope has everything.
- [Officer] Freeze!
He's got a gun!
Drop it!
- Danimal Pearson?!
(guns firing)
(sighs)
(gentle music)
- Until next week,
I'm Dr. Claire Archer.
Remember, don't fight the hurt.
Love the hurt.
It's a long dark night
and it's all you've got.
(ominous piano music)
(ominous music)