Falling for You (1995) - full transcript

(dramatic music)

(bells chiming)

(dramatic music continues)

(indistinct conversation)

(phone rings)

(woman screams)

(thuds)

(glass breaks)

(woman screams)
(glass breaks)

(dramatic music)

(police sirens)



Man: All right,
stand back, stand back.

Hey, hey. Until somebody
tells me you're on this case,

Lazaro, you touch nothing.

Okay, you're the first
to know I'm on this case

and not only that,
I'm running it.

-Who says?
-Nadino says I'm on the case,

I say I'm running it.

I'm not happy about
this either, Gresham,

but that's the way it is.

Relax.

Oh boy.

We'll see about this.

(helicopter noise)

It's just like you, Colton,



to step all over
your prize evidence.

Pick this rose up and match
it against the others.

Go over it good
for fiber, hairs, skin,

anything and everything.

-What are you doin' here?
-Nadino sent me.

It's my case now, Colton.

The hell it is.

I got this under control.

She's number four.

Four women thrown out of
their high rise windows

doesn't sound like
much is under control.

-Man: Colton.
-Colton: Yeah.

Man: A 14 carat white
gold charm bracelet.

Sells at $120
at Tiffany's, popular item,

can't trace the buyer.

Just like the rose,
it's a signature.

Keep it from the press.

This isn't gonna work.

Man: It doesn't have to.

I always liked working alone.

(siren wails)

I just think it's
important to be prepared.

I mean, there are creeps
everywhere, Meg,

and it's just a matter
of time before, you know.

(police radio chatter)

Can't even say it.

All these police and
it's still too late.

Be a joke if it weren't so sad.

That's why I enrolled
in a self-defense class.

But I have a feeling we're
on our own in this one.

Betsy: Nine stories.

I just can't imagine
what that'd be like.

(police radio chatter)

Wonder if she screamed.

Betsy: What?

Nothing.

(suspenseful music)

Evening, Mrs. Stringer.

-Off to your poetry class?
-Yes, my dear.

Food for the soul. (laughs)

-Good night, Meg.
-Good night.

(Meg screams)
Who's there?

Stay away from me.

I have a gun,
I mean it, get back.

Meg, Meg, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's me, it's me, it's Greg.

(both panting)

Greg, what are you doing here?

I let myself in.

I fell asleep waiting for you.

-Are you okay?
-I could've killed you.

Look, you're not
supposed to be here.

I know, I'm sorry.
I should have called, I'm sorry.

Greg, we are not
together anymore.

You can't just come over
here whenever you feel like.

You shouldn't even
have that key anymore.

You're right, I'm sorry,
it was the wrong thing to do.

Look, I want us to be friends,

but we've been through this.

I miss you.

Don't make this harder
than it has to be.

I don't wanna have
to ask you to leave.

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah, here it is.
Henry Sadowski.

Lives over on West 70th.

Guess he went out
with her for a while

until she dumped him
for some other guy.

Friend seems pretty weird.

A real piece of work.

What's this old boyfriend
got to do with this?

Are we to believe
that he was involved
with the other three as well?

-It's a lead.
-Yeah?

Well, I suppose you've
got something better, right?

Is that what you're
tryin' to say to me?

-Frank: Yeah.
-Excuse me for interrupting.

The city would appreciate
if the two of you

would temporarily shelve
your personalities

and prioritize this case.

I talked to the chief.

Let me straighten
this out for you.

You're both on the case.

Colton: Listen, sir,
I really don't think--

Colton, your star shines
bright since the Bontalier Raid,

but you're new to homicide.
This case is ugly.

Hey, if I'm the
designated fall guy,

why don't I go this alone, sir?

Was I wrong?

What happened
with the Sunrise Strangler

is not that far behind you.

I know that no matter what
happens, Colton won't fold.

What he lacks an experience,
he makes it for in stability.

Between the two of you,
you make a hell of a cop.

That'd be all. You're dismissed.

Woman on TV: The city sleeps
with an open eye,

perhaps more vigilant than
ever, for on this evening,

we must report yet another

in the seemingly endless
string of serial murders.

Another young woman,
the fourth,

has been hurled out
of her high rise apartment,

plummeting into the night
to a horrible death.

The police have little to say

except that the suspect
picks only blonde women

and throws them out of
windows of high rises.

Other than these few facts,

the police are
keeping a tight lid

on information available to us.

Announcer: Police
have secured the area.

Gruesome serial killing
has taken place.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

Hello.

You look unhappy.

I don't know if
you're always unhappy,

but you look unhappy tonight.

You came here to cheer up,

but you never come to
these kinds of places.

I can tell by the way you
are gripping the wineglass.

Look like you
riding on a subway.

Well, there you are all glum

and it just seems so pointless.

All these happy people
to the left of you,

to the right of you.

Happy, happy, happy
people everywhere,

but nobody knows you're there.

But you did.

Yes, that's because I'm
unhappy, too, just like you.

Sad but true.
We're meant for each other.

Who are you?

I am Paul.

What are you?

A miserable person.

I'm Meg.

Both: Another
miserable person.

And you're
restless, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Well, I have the perfect
antidote, adventure.

Paul: Hello, Room Service.

I'd like to have dessert
sent up to room 785, please.

We'll have one from creme
brulee, piece of chocolate cake.

With vanilla ice cream.

With vanilla ice cream,
and two cappuccinos.

Oh, and do me a favor,

could you just leave it
outside the door please?

We don't wish to be disturbed.

Thank you.

(gentle music)

(knocks on door)

You're not gonna
stiff this guy, are you?

Well it's not an
adventure if we pay.

Excuse me, you
dropped 20 bucks.

It's yours.

(gentle music)

This is beautiful.

Yeah.

Do you think anyone's
watching this?

Meg: I never knew my father.

My mother died when I was young.

Paul: I'm sorry.
That must've been very hard.

Well, who can say they
had a perfect childhood?

You can say that again.

The truth is, I kind
of miss being a kid.

Come with me.

-Where are we going?
-Come with me.

(Paul grunts)

Watch your step.

(gentle music)

Meg, what are you doing?

Meg: Don't worry.

I've lived on the
edge for so long,

I've just about made
friends with it.

Come down.

Meg: When you were a kid,
did you dream you could fly?

I did.

I still do.

Paul: Come on, take my hand.

(gentle music continues)

Don't lie, Henry.

Your name is on her speed dial.

Sure, I dated Rebecca
a couple of months ago.

Why did it end?

I don't know.

She'd seen some jerk inside.

It turns out she liked
him better I guess.

Frank: Henry, Henry.

Colton: You ever get
violent with her, Henry?

Hey, I didn't hurt her.

I loved her.

We'll call you if we
have any further questions.

You can go now.

♪ When I give my heart ♪

♪ It will be completely ♪

♪ Or I'll never give ♪

♪ My heart ♪

♪ Oh, let me give my heart ♪

♪ And the moment
I could feel that ♪

♪ You feel that way too ♪

♪ You feel that way too ♪

♪ When I fall in love ♪

♪ I'll fall in love with you ♪

♪ When I fall in love ♪

Well, I would ask you up, but...

It's okay.

I'm in no hurry.

Good. I'm not going anywhere.

Goodnight, Meg.

Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(door knocks)

(suspenseful music continues)

Meg, what's with
the huge grin?

Oh, nothing.

You fox. Tell me everything.
I want details.

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(horn honks)

(woman squeals)
(man grunts)

(man grunting)

(audience claps)

Good.
Good.

You see how she kept her head?

She tucked, she dropped,
and she ran.

That's what you wanna do.

Run and survive.

Anybody else wanna try?

Hey, Meg, why don't you try?

It could save your life.

I'm just here
to watch, remember?

She's right.

Give it a try.

I really don't think
it's a good idea.

Meg, he's not
really gonna hurt you.

It's just practice. Just try it.

Come on, it'll be fun.

(Meg grunts)
(man grunts)

(Meg grunting)
(thuds)

Meg, Meg.

-Meg, Meg, stop, stop.
-Stop.

-Megs.
-Sorry, I'm sorry.

Betsy: Meg, he said
he was all right.

He just didn't expect it.

Neither did I.

I don't even know why I
let you drag me that class

in the first place.
I can take care of myself.

Well, I'm sorry. I just thought
a self-defense class
would've been a good idea,

especially with everything
that's going on.

Meg: I scared myself.
I could've killed him.

-You didn't, okay, so.
-Meg: So.

Announcer: Again, it appears
that another young woman

has been pushed to her
death from her apartment.

A tragic even
that will only escalate

our city's growing sense
of outrage and panic.

We're looking
at a ritual killer,

obsessive, doing
what he needs to do,

reenacting something,
some kind of past trauma.

(gentle music)

You look worried.

(Meg laughs)
I thought that was you.

You need to learn
to trust somebody.

Come on.

Meg.

I thought it was you.

Greg, what are you doing here?

Oh, I'm just going
in for a drink.

Listen, I'm glad I ran into you.

I feel really badly
about the other day.

The last thing I meant
to do was hurt you.

-Paul, this is my friend Greg.
-Pleased to meet you.

Say, did you get
that gift I sent you?

Look, Meg and I
were just gonna go up.

Oh, don't rush off.

Join me for a drink.

Look, it's clear

that you two have some
things to straighten out.

Goodnight, Meg.

(Meg sighs)

Did I say something wrong?

He's really a nice guy,

he's just having trouble

accepting the fact
that we're over.

-I'm sorry.
-Don't be sorry.

He seems like he
really cares for you.

There's nothing going
on between us anymore.

I promise.

So where do you wanna go?

Let's go downtown.
See what happens.

I'm sure there's a place with
people more miserable than us.

(gentle cello music)

Oh, my pain, my pain, my pain.

(gentle cello music)

Could we have tried any harder?

What more could we have gained?

(gentle cello music)

(audience claps)

I may never read
poetry again, ever.

She's my neighbor.

Mrs. Stringer: There was
a young man from Nantucket.

(gentle cello music)

(upbeat music)

You don't have
to talk, Colton.

He'll come. He will.

I saw the matchbook.

For the record,
I think what happened
on the Sunrise Strangler case

could've happened to anybody.

Okay?

-Truce?
-Sure.

I just think
it was luck of the draw.

A witnessed died
because I missed a beat.

It was my case.

I missed a beat.

From where I sit,

I don't think luck has
much to do with it.

Well, for the record.
I don't believe what they said.

Believe what you want.

Hey, just let
my feeble little mind

try to put some words
together, all right?

I don't think you set
the witness up as bait.

I just don't believe you did.

Why?

Because...

if you planned it,

you would have done something
other than fall apart.

You would have gotten
meaner, not weaker.

I just think it was bad luck.

(upbeat music continues)

Bingo.

This is all wrong.

The whole place is wrong.

There's not one
blonde in this place.

Besides, this is punk.

All of our women have been
professionals, upscale.

(Frank scoffs)

(tires squealing)
(upbeat music continues)

-Light please?
-Bartender: Sure.

(gentle music)

Can I have something to drink,
please? Mineral water.

Bartender: Okay.

(gentle music)

Julie: Is yours messy?

-Excuse me?
-Your divorce.

I guess they always.

Otherwise, why get a divorce?

That's true.

Here's to ya, kid.

(upbeat music)

(gentle music)

Frank: Go away.

(Frank scoffs)

(gentle cello music)

Man: My life is but a speck
of dust wavering in the wind.

You cradle me with your
love and keep me safe.

Who can say we've sinned?

Well, I.

Are you always this nervous?

Actually I'm just distracted.

Well, maybe I can help.

Let's cut to the chase.

When we're seasoned
veterans, aren't we?

Let the new recruits
waste their lives,

tentative and afraid.

Colton: The guy with the
blonde, what's he drinking?

-Why?
-'Cause I wanna know.

Look, it's obvious
he over 21, okay?

Why is nothing easy?

Just tell me what he's drinking.

Same thing as always,

mineral water
in a martini glass for himself,

a tequila shooter for the lady.

I have seen him do it a lot,
loosens up the ladies.

You seem like the kind
of man who seeks balance,

a sense of equanimity.

I put up a good front.

Julie: Why you smilin'?

I find myself aroused

by good vocabulary.

Couple dotes
from my veil and I,

I thought I could see
my whole life ahead of me.

For that moment,
just that moment,

I was part of a perfect myth.

I was exquisite
to believe like that.

However, anyway, sorry.

I... God, I ramble on sometimes.

No, no, no, no, no.
I heard every word.

I have to go now.

(gentle music)

(woman giggles)

Huh?
I bet you it goes to nine.

Damn.

(dramatic music)

Woman: Henry. (laughs)

(dramatic music continues)

Woman: Henry.

Woman: Henry!

(dramatic music continues)

Freeze.

Frank: Petty theft.
Good work, Colton.

(Colton sighs)

Paul: This is my
attempt at poetry.

Meg: Paul, this is amazing.

I had no idea.

(gentle music)

This thing's been
acting up lately.

I'll have to call the super.

(gentle music)

Meg: Paul.

Are you okay?

I was thinking about what
you said the other night

about how you said you made
peace with living on the edge,

how the fall wouldn't scare you.

Maybe it's time
I let someone pull me in

into something safe.

Paul: I make you feel safe.

I never thought
anything could.

(gentle music)

Frank: You do the paperwork.

All right, so I made a mistake.

People make mistakes.

You know, it's just bad luck.

Frank: Every other word out
of your mouth is luck.

Well, rumor has it

that the Batonar Raid
was a lucky accident.

Yeah? What'd you hear?

That you were
in the industrial park

picking up a coffee table
that your wife had refinished.

So what? And Louis Pasteur said

chance favors the prepared mind.

And the reason you
saw the back room

was because you wanted
to call your wife to tell her

there was a big drip
on one of the legs. (laughs)

I got the commendation.

You know, it must be quite
a weight on your shoulder

to be the smartest
guy in every room.

All right, now,
Colton, afraid it is.

Oh.

Go ahead and hit it.

Go on, hit it.

(cabinet slams)

(Frank laughs)

(suspensful music)

(clock ticking)

(Frank murmurs)

(suspenseful music)

Meg: Paul?

(suspenseful music)

(answering machine beeps)

(suspenseful music continues)

(answering machine beeps)

(answering machine
keeps beeping)

Greg: Hi, Meg, it's Greg.

I'm sorry about earlier.
I didn't mean to.

How you holding up?

If you feel like talking
or something, I'm up, okay?

Alarm: 10:30 PM.

Greg: Meg, it's me again.

Look, I really
wanna talk to you.

I don't care what time it is.

When you get home,
just give me a call.

Alarm: 11:00 PM.

Greg: Meg, I'm sick
of playing games with you.

I hope you're sitting
there listening to this.

(suspenseful music)

Alarm: 11:30 PM.

(suspenseful music continues)

I'm so sorry.

About what?

I felt different this time.

I thought
that you'd be different.

I wanted this to work.

What are you talking about?

I don't understand.

I mean, whatever it is,
you can tell me, right?

(Paul pants)

Paul: Where's the bracelet?

Bracelet?

The bracelet I gave you.

She was right about
I love you, wasn't she?

One of you.

Paul, what are you doing?

You're scaring me.

(suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(Meg panting)

(door slams)
(Meg screams)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Meg screams)

(Meg screams)

Meg: No, no.

(Meg screams)

(suspenseful music)

-Man: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
-(Meg murmurs)

Man: It's all right.
You've had an accident.

You have a concussion.

You've been in
hospital 24 hours.

My name's Dr. Murphy.

I'm a neurologist.
I'm gonna look after you.

(Meg murmurs)

I don't know
anything about it.

I just know that she was happy,
or she seemed happy.

Dr. Murphy?

Yes.
Lieutenant Lazaro.

-Yes, Lieutenant.
-Dr. Murphy.

You've gotta talk to me.

I have to interview her
as soon as possible.

She's the only witness I've got.

Lieutenant, right now

she wouldn't be able to
tell you her own name.

I mean, she hasn't had
an actual skull fracture,

but she's got one
heck of a concussion,

so frankly, it's outta my hands.

You're just gonna have to wait.

She'd been seeing him
for about...

two weeks.

What's his name?

Paul something.

What'd he look like?

I don't know.
He was a handsome guy, I guess.

You think you could describe
him to a police artist?

Maybe, look, I didn't
really get a good look at it.

Frank: What about you and Meg?

We're friends.

Sounded like you
were pretty upset

on her answering machine.

Sounded like you wanted more.

I was worried about her.

Yeah.
People do the damnedest things

when they're
jealous, don't they?

I didn't do anything.

Who said you did?

Where were you last night, Greg?

Here in bed.

Alone.

Can you tell me your name?

Meg Crane.

Good.

Can she remember
what happened?

Meg, can you remember what
happened just before you fell?

I...

I was at a Halloween
party with my friend, Betsy.

Okay. That's all for now.
You get some rest.

Halloween was over
three weeks ago.

I know, well she
has memory loss, okay?

It's pretty common
in cases like this.

You get a severe
trauma to the head,

things get scrambled

and it's stuff
in the recent past

that doesn't get retrieved.

The attack,
her ability as a witness?

Those events are buried deep
inside her mind someplace,

but we can't access it.

Prognosis?

I can't tell you that.
I don't know.

We don't know that
much about memory.

We don't know how it's stored,
how it's retrieved.

Symptoms like this could
linger for quite some time

and she may never remember.

(bells ringing)

-Meg: Those are beautiful.
-I grew them myself.

Not easy when the
weather is this cold.

Lieutenant Frank Lazara.

Can I take you for a walk?

Look for another view?

If you're up to it,
I'd like for us to talk.

If it's just the same to you,
I think I'd rather be alone.

We've got a lot to discuss.

First, you being a witness.

I don't remember anything.

Okay, still,
we need your help.

Press is clamoring
to talk to you

and we'd rather that you
don't let that happen.

The day I take orders
from you, Lieutenant,

is the day I join the force.

I'm just looking for
a little cooperation.

What does it
matter what I think?

You're gonna do what
you want anyway.

Or maybe you need to rest.

I'll come back another time.

I wish you wouldn't.

Did anybody ever teach you
that cops are the good guys?

What is the matter with you?

I'd just like to
get things clear.

Are you behaving this way
because you can't remember,

because your head hurts,
or because you don't like me?

Meg.

There's a very, very
dangerous man out there

and you can help.

Okay.

(Frank sighs)

If you change your mind
or your mind changes

or however it goes...

(Frank sighs)

Call me.

PA Announcer: Paging Dr. Smith,
Dr. Smith to Maternity.

Dr. James to Maternity,
Dr. James to Maternity.

They're called
Sterling Silver Roses.

Fulling a class of Hybrid Tea

or however that is
by Gladys Fisher 1957,

distributed
by Jackson and Perkins.

The bud is long
and tapered to be sure.

Flower is a medium size,

about three and a half
inches in diameter.

They're lavender by day.

Then in the moonlight,
they look silver.

You ever play team
sports when you were a kid?

-Never.
-It shows.

Meg Crane isn't
leveling with us.

Patronize me, oh great one.

Please tell me why?

Well, she was nasty,
put off, caustic, noxious.

All because I told
her I was a cop.

You think she reacted that way
'cause of your profession?

I'm gonna find out
about that little girl.

(phone rings)

Homicide, Colton.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mhmm, okay.

I know something you don't.

Frank: Hmm?

Meg Crane is talking
to a reporter

at the hospital right now.

What the hell have you done?

You just may have
cost us this case.

I don't think it's
any of your business.

Is this your chance
for a little fame?

Get out.

Excuse me, I'm Tim Colton.

We're partners, I'm
civilized, he's not.

-Can we talk?
-No.

(Frank sighs)

Listen.

I think it was very
brave of you to try

and warn other women.

This is a very big case.

The police like to believe

they control
what's fed to the media.

Meg: Well, I don't think
that's my problem.

Who sent you these?

I don't know.
They came without a card.

Now, if you will
both please leave.

I'm tired.

I'll go all the way
to Nardino on this.

I want this girl
under 24 hour surveillance.

-Fine, undercover stakeout.
-Forget it.

I want a uniformed cop
with a big gun, plain as day.

I'm not taking
any chances on this.

What are you talking about?
What chances?

I don't like this.

If anybody should know
better, it should be you.

What are you saying?

She's baked?

I wanna set her up?

Yeah, that's exactly
what I'm sayin'.

I want her under 24 hour
surveillance, plain as day.

No foolin' around on this.

(woman moans)

(indistinct dialogue on TV)

(moaning continues)

(both panting)

-Woman: Are you okay?
-Paul: Yeah, I'm fine.

Announcer: We take
you now to our interview

with this very special
and lucky young woman

who in every sense
of the phrase

has been plucked
from the jaws of death.

Meg: I'm doing all right.

I still have a headache.

The doctors say that will
go away in a few days.

Announcer: You're
a very lucky girl.

Isn't this the nightmare
everyone worries about?

Meg: Yes,
I'd have to say it is,

but I'm lucky.

A terrible thing
has happened to me

and I'm very lucky to be alive,

but I'm talking now because I
want women to know how I feel.

Announcer: What
do you remember?

Meg: I don't remember anything.

I couldn't even tell you
what he looked like.

I just know that I loved
him and I'm still here.

I'm alive.

Announcer: Are you
afraid he'll come back?

Meg:I doubt he will.
It's like lightning.

Would it strike twice?

I doubt it.

But if he does, I'll just
take it one step at a time.

Announcer: what
is your next step?

Meg: I'm going home.

That apartment is my home,

and he's not gonna
take it away from me.

(suspenseful music)

You're crazy
for coming back here.

I'm crazy for a lot of things.

-So good to have you back.
-Meg: It's good to be back.

(gentle music)

(man panting and grunting)

(grunts heavily)

(punching noises)

(punching and grunting continue)

Betsy: Why don't you
come and stay with me?

Meg: Betsy, go, I'll be fine.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

Meg: I'll call you tomorrow.

-Betsy: Promise?
-Meg:Yes, I promise.

-Now go. Okay.
-Okay, call me.

(gentle music)

If she's hiding something,
she's doin' a hell of a job.

There's nothing on this woman.

Tax returns, school,
work history.

She's as run of the mills
as it comes.

Nothing stands out.

Clean and boring.

She's being guarded.

Not well enough.

And we should pack her up
and take her outta state.

Nope.

There's more to
her than we know.

She wants this.

She's ready for it.

Clean and boring Meg Crane.

Who are you?

(suspenseful music)

Man: Can I help you?

Sometimes it gets
stuck a little.

Works every time.

-Thank you.
-Man: Pleasure.

(suspenseful music)

Just keep checking
on her for me, okay?

What do you got?
I'll talk to you later.

Well, her real name
isn't Meg Crane.

It's Norma Markham.

Yeah, what else?

Says here her father
died when she was two,

mother died when she was nine.

Doesn't say anything
about foster care.

Look at that.

She's got life insurance
and one beneficiary.

The Children's Defense League.

That's weird, isn't it?

23 year old with life insurance.

Well, the more
we know about her,

the closer we get to him.

Yes?

Did I tell you
about the most gorgeous guy

that's up
in men's ware right now?

-No.
-His name is Nick and I know,

I just-- I can't control myself.
It's like clockwork.

Every time I see him
stacking those jockey shorts,

I just go out of my mind.

I don't know.

Do you think I should
reprioritize my social life?

Betsy, do I know
that guy back there?

The one in the blue.

Betsy: Well if you do,
why haven't you introduced me?

He's cute and I'm fickle.

He lives below me.

Yeah, I saw him the other day.

Feels like I know him.

(suspenseful music)

Tell everyone is said hi.

All right and be careful.

Watch her.

Bet you can't keep up with me.

(upbeat music)

(police officer panting)

(suspenseful music)

This thing's been
acting up lately.

We'll have to call the super.

Eric, Eric Overden.

I just moved into 8C.

8C?

Isn't that where
Mrs. Stringer lives?

Yes, that's right.
I'm her nephew.

She actually just
moved to San Francisco.

Really?

Yeah, Ferlinghetti Ginsburg.

These voices beckon.

I suspect she's browsing
through city lights as we speak.

I didn't get a
chance to say goodbye.

Paul: I can send your regards.

Okay, thanks.

It's funny how it worked out.

She was in such
a hurry to leave.

I was looking for a place.

It worked out perfectly.

I had no idea.

Take this.

I'm sure she would
have wanted you to have it.

Robert Frost.

You like poetry?

I bet you do.

Yes, I do. How did you know?

Not the most relaxing ride.

I get the strangest feeling
like we've met someplace before.

I was thinking the same thing.

Maybe it was another life.

-Take care.
-All right.

(Paul hums)

(suspensful music)

Wow, you look good.

Thank you, I'm feeling good.

They said I could
take another week,

but it's already been three

and I'm starting
to go stir crazy.

Well, we've all missed you.

Hope I remember
how to do my job.

That's assuming
there was something to remember

-in the first place.
-(Meg laughs)

-That's not very nice.
-That was a joke.

Meg on TV: I'm lucky, terrible
things happened to me.

I'm very lucky to be alive.

I'm going home.

That apartment is my home

and he's not gonna
take it away from me.

I doubt he will.
It's like lightning.

Would it strike twice?

I'm determined to live my life.

I refuse to live in fear.

So I guess I'm just mad.

I'm going home. I'm alive.

I'm going home.

That apartment is my home

and he's not gonna
take it away from me.

He would've won if the answer
were anything else.

I'm still here.

I doubt he will.

I'm alive, I'm alive,
I'm alive, I'm alive.

It's the strangest feeling.

I mean, there are times

when I feel
like I've been there before,

but I don't know why or when.

With the guy in the corner
market the other day,

I swear I know him.

Well, maybe you
just wanna know him.

-Maybe.
-(Betsy laughs)

See that funny brand
is not dented.

(suspenseful music)

Like this.

I feel like I've
seen this before.

This painting.

Betsy: Maybe you have.

I've seen this.

Betsy: You poor person.

You're haunted
by an ugly painting.

Come on.

(suspenseful music)
(Paul whistles)

(suspenseful music continues)

Aw, "The Road
Not Taken," by Robert Frost.

Do you mind if I sit down?

I'm worried about the road
you've chosen.

It's gonna cost
somebody their life.

Maybe your own, Norma Markham.

You were a little girl.

All of nine years old.

You lived alone with your mother

and your father died
when you were only two.

I know that story, Lieutenant.

Yeah, but you left me
to run around and figure it out,

so bear with me.

Your mother was followed,
harassed by some guy,

an ex-lover, maybe,
I don't know.

Things were different then.

Nobody paid much attention
to a woman's cries for help.

The police couldn't be bothered.

Couldn't be bothered?

He was one of them.
He was a cop.

They knew he was bad.

They were probably taking
bets on what he'd do.

It was wrong
and there's no excuse for it.

Saying that doesn't
make any difference.

It's a different world now,

and I know I've been
a nuisance to you,

but we need your help.

Shoe's on the other foot.

Yes it is and I know
you want revenge

for what happened to your
mother, but it's too late.

He broke down our door.

He raped her and then
he killed her and I saw it all.

Meg, I know what it is
to hang on to something so ugly

that it rots you
from inside out.

Nothing good comes from it.

He'll try to kill me again,
won't he?

(Frank sighs)

Yes, I think he will.

I hope he tries.

I've gone this way before.

The price is too much
for everybody,

but I'm tellin' you,
this is different.

You've been warned.

Even if I wanted
to help you, I can't.

Yeah.

Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

(door knocks)

(door knocks)

Who is it?

Greg: Meg, it's me, Greg.

Could you open the door?

Look, I've been
worried about you.

You haven't returned
my phone calls.

Look, Greg, I just feel
like being alone.

Come on, Meg, open up.

Meg, don't lock
me out like this.

You shouldn't be alone
after what's happened.

Meg.

Okay, I'll try and understand.

I'll go, Meg, if
that's what you want,

but if you change your mind,

if you wanna talk,
I'm here for you.

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music continues)

-Paul: Greg?
-Yeah.

Paul: I'm Eric Overden.
I live in Meg's building.

That's a lot closer
than I'll ever get.

Paul: Yeah,
I happened to see you

-standing outside of the door.
-Greg: Oh yeah.

You know, I think
I know how you feel.

She's makin' you crazy, right?

Something like that.

Sorry, you look really familiar.
Have we met?

No, I can safely say
we've never met.

It must be one of
those deja vu things.

They say it's a
chemical in your brain.

No, I know you.

I remember.

You used to have glasses, right?

Yeah, I saw you
and Meg the other night.

-You and Meg were outside--
-It wasn't me.

Believe me, I wish it was.

Yeah, but it wasn't me.
You want a drink?

If you're buyin',
I'm drinkin'.

Good.

Bartender.

(elevator dings)

-Out for your morning jog I see.
-(Meg chuckles)

Guess the clothes
give it away.

You're like clockwork.
Every morning, 8:30 on the dot.

So how's the recovery going?

Good.

There are advantages
to having a thick skull.

Guess you're right.

I work at home, so if you
ever feel like company.

-Yeah.
-Don't be shy, okay?

Okay.

-Paul: Bye.
-Bye.

Nice shoes.

I'm ready for you, Ms. Crane.

(dramatic music)

Man: Got anything, Tony?

Can we relax now?

Found some newspaper
clippings about the killings.

Some victim's photos,
couple of matchbooks,

and the bars he
picked them up in.

Looks like it's all here.

Good, this is good 'cause you
guys were having a hard time

making it stick with him.

At least he ended it
before anyone else got hurt.

Man: Sir.

(Colton sighs)

You don't look so happy.

My mental illness prevents
me from crying out in ecstasy.

You know what I mean.

He left no note. I don't buy it.

I don't think this guy killed
anybody, including himself.

(bells jingling)

What can I do
for you, Lieutenant?

There's been a new development
in the case.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you this,

but Greg March committed
suicide this morning.

What?

It appears from the evidence
we found in his apartment

that he was the killer.

No, that doesn't
make any sense.

I'm curious.

Why doesn't it?

Because he was just a sweet...

mixed up guy.

Is that just a
feeling you have?

Nothing you might
wanna talk about?

No.

Nothing else to say?

It would be a pity if Greg March

went to his grave
a serial killer,

especially if you
knew different.

If something comes to
me, I'll let you know.

Oh, I've been ordered to
pull your 24 hour protection.

Is there any reason
why I shouldn't?

No.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Meg.

Be careful.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music intensifies)

(door knocks)

Hello.

Hi, I hope I'm
not bothering you.

No, no, not at all.

I'd invite you in, but I'm
ashamed to my housekeeping.

(Meg chuckles)

Well, that's okay,
I'm unannounced.

Pretty cliched, isn't it?

The slob bachelor thing.

Well, actually I went
out with a guy once

who let the globs of toothpaste

buildup so much on
his bathroom sink,

it sorta looked like a mound.

You're a very
forgiving person.

(Meg chuckles)

Actually, I left him.

See, I'm right
not to let you in.

(Meg chuckles)

Look, I'm going a
little stir crazy today

and I was wondering if
you'd wanna go out tonight.

Out, like a date out?

Yeah, like a date.

(suspenseful music)

You seem sad.

I'm sorry.

No, I just got some bad
new today, but I'm fine.

-Do you read restaurant reviews?
-Paul: No.

Well, picky write them,

but there is a place on
East End that got an A+.

(suspenseful music continues)

Oh, I ate too much.

I think I injured something.

-Me too.
-(Meg laughs)

I think that guy
gave that place an A

because it stands for ambulance.

I found this the other day.
What do you think?

Doesn't do much for me.

Why, you like it?

I don't know.

I get this strange feeling
that I've seen it before.

It should mean something to me.

Well, it's probably famous.

You might have seen it
in a photo.

I don't think so.

It's freezing.
Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

I had a wonderful
time tonight.

Me too.

I don't want it to end.

It doesn't have to.

Come here.

I have a surprise for you.

(suspenseful music continues)

I want you.

Why me?

Because I think
you might be different.

Colton: Can't believe
you're just gonna pack up

like this is over.

This case is
officially closed, okay?

No, you know, it's not okay.

I mean, it's obvious
we're missing something.

Well maybe you're just wrong.

Maybe old Greg the serial
killer just strung himself up

because he couldn't live
with himself anymore.

I don't know.

No.

When it comes to your brain,

you're the most arrogant
son of a I've ever met.

You know you're right

and you know this
case isn't over

and you're just givin'
up 'cause you're scared.

(suspenseful music)

I can't think of a more
perfect way to celebrate.

Celebrate what?

They found him.

The killer.

I'm free.

Really?

Come with me.

(suspenseful music)

(Paul breathing heavily)

Meg whispers: I have an idea.

Paul: This isn't the way
it was supposed to be.

How was it
supposed to be, Eric?

(Paul panting)

(Paul screams)

Man: I have called
the station three times

and there doesn't
seem to be a way

to get anybody's attention.

I'd like to report
a missing person.

Fill that out.

Has to be gone at
least 72 hours.

You act like this is
f no consequence.

Where is the humanity?

All right, all right.

What's her name?

Mrs. Eugene Stringer.

She attends a poetry
recital every week.

Last week she missed
a retrospective of Robert Frost.

Officer: So what?

Robert Frost
was her favorite poet.

She was passionate
about his work.

It wasn't something
she would miss.

Robert Frost.

What was the name again?

Mrs. Stringer.

Mrs. Eugene Stringer.

What was her address?

Oh, I'm not sure.

I believe she lived
on the East Side.

(Frank murmuring)

Meg: Hello, Paul.

Welcome back.

I know you must be feeling
a little anxious now.

Relax, it'll be over soon.

Now it's your turn.

You knew all along.

I was wrong about one thing.

You are different
than the others.

Frank: Police, open up.

I want you to know
how it feels, Paul,

falling through space, the
whole world is spinning

while you count the seconds.

You can't shoot me.

It's not that easy
to kill someone,

especially someone you love.

I know you love me.

I see it in your eyes.

I felt it when we kissed.

A part of me still knows
how to love.

-I felt that for you.
-Don't move.

You wanna heal, don't you, Meg?

You wanna be whole.

Isn't that what drives us both?

If you pull that trigger,
there's no turning back.

-(Paul grunts)
-(Meg pants)

Now you're making
this very difficult.

(door slams)

Hold it right there.

Put it down.

Put it down.

All right, turn around.

Turn around.

Hands in the air, now.

Paul: No.

Oh, no, no.

Come on.

(Meg screams)

No.

(Paul grunts)

No, no.

(Meg screams)

(both grunting)

No, no.

(both grunting)

(Meg pants)

Meg.

Are you all right?

Just gotta hand it to you.

If it weren't for you,
Meg would be...

I think you're a
really good cop.

Maybe I'm just a little jealous.

(Frank laughs) Oh, Colton.

Meg Crane isn't alive because
my IQ's off the charts.

She's alive because my partner

wouldn't settle
for anything less.

Not to mention a little luck.

Well, it's over.

I'm beginning to believe
in second chances.

What do you say, kid?

It's not that easy.

I fell in love with a man
and he turned on me.

Sometimes it's hard
to see the danger

of things until it's too late.

I speak from experience.

(Meg sighs) I just wanna
leave it behind me.

Move forward.

Good idea.