Mind Over Murder (1979) - full transcript
A young woman begins to have nightmares where she believes that time stands still and she can see and hear future events. In her nightmares she keeps seeing an evil bald man. Her doctor can't figure out what is happening, but a government agent who hears about her visions tries to help her, as he is investigating a plane crash that appears to involve the bald man she keeps seeing.
[traffic sounds]
[screaming]
You.
[music playing]
DIRECTOR: Four,
five, six, seven.
One, two, three, four.
Here it comes Suzy.
All right.
Spaghetti.
Suzy, now.
Try me.
I'm delicious.
DIRECTOR: Hold the smile.
Hold the smile.
Hold the smile.
Hold the smile.
Got it.
OK.
Next set up.
Suzy, great fun.
DIRECTOR: Clear
the set everybody.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Clear the set, everybody.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Suzy, that means you.
Bye.
[inaudible].
I gave Morris Levy
baby the old heave-ho.
You should've seen his face.
Wasn't he the guy that just
last week you intended to spend
the rest of your life with?
ACTRESS: Same Morris Levy?
You even replanned
his whole life.
ACTRESS: Not to mention
his whole house.
ACTRESS: I never liked
that [inaudible].
[screaming]
Ah.
I got hit.
Are you OK, Suzy?
Oh.
Sure.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
[disco music playing]
-Hi.
-Hello.
Where's Jason?
I thought he was
coming with you.
Working.
Boring.
Come on.
Give him a break, Pierce.
It's not a unforgivable
sin to be ambitious.
It is if you don't
have an ounce of humor.
Come on.
Talk about the guy
I'm living with.
OK, OK.
I didn't say a thing.
Listen, whatever
you do, don't look.
Don't.
He's behind you over there.
Who?
The guy I'm going
out with Friday night.
Table to your left, [inaudible].
(IN SLOW MOTION) He's
with a guy and a girl.
He's got a V-neck sweater.
[ominous music playing]
(HIGH PITCHED)
Well, is he alone?
[disco music playing]
Suze, is he?
Suze, are you all right?
What is it?
(LAUGHING) You OK?
Wow.
Suzy.
I'm home.
Where are you?
Upstairs.
Looks like it's
one of them days.
Lately it's always
one of them days.
Don't even get a
good evening kiss?
Too ugly.
Suddenly, the
clock ticking away.
He fades back.
Quarterback Jerry King back.
Here's the blitz.
The blitz is on.
Blitzing.
Watch the blitz.
---stop him.
King fades back.
It's a long one.
-Hmm.
Jason.
Billy the Bullet [inaudible].
[inaudible].
Yeah, right.
Hmm.
Just trying to
stay healthy today.
Right.
What happened?
Well, I was
was sitting in
[inaudible] today,
and she asked me if the
guy at the next table
was with the girl
he was sitting with.
Yeah, sounds like Pierce.
What are you doing?
Listen, would you, please?
Yeah, what?
When the girl was
smoking a cigarette,
smoke stopped in midair
and the music stopped.
Everything just slowed
down and stopped.
You're kidding.
What did Pierce do?
She stopped too.
She was frozen.
Pierce wasn't talking?
Jason!
What is that, a punchline?
Is this a joke?
Would you listen to me?
Yeah.
And then, when everything had
stopped and no one was moving,
A man smoothed his head.
He was bald.
What's so funny?
You look fantastic.
Are you listening to
what I'm telling you?
Yeah, I'm all ears.
You said a girl was smoking and
the smoke stopped in the air.
And then everything
slowed down and stopped,
and Pierce lost her tongue
and a bald man smoothed
his hand over his hair.
I heard every word.
But it's true.
Well, I didn't say I
didn't believe you, did I?
But you don't, I can tell.
Would you come up here
and cuddle into me?
You rat.
You don't believe me.
You smell good.
I sound like a crazy, don't I?
It sounds sexy and wonderful.
Turn out the lights.
What about dinner?
Later.
Hey, Jason!
JASON: What?
Your steak will be
ready in two minutes.
OK.
Put a squidge of garlic
on mine, will you?
I did.
[explosion sound]
PILOT'S VOICE
(VOICEOVER): No light
on the number one fire model.
PILOT'S VOICE
(VOICEOVER): Roger.
I read that.
I'm going to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
We're getting a yaw SAS light.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
We got to set her down fast.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
She's starboard heavy.
PILOT'S VOICE
(VOICEOVER): I know.
She's starting to roll.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
We're in a blackout.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
I can't hold her Joey.
She's getting away from me.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
She's rolling.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
Help me, Joey.
Hold her.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
I can't stop her.
[screaming]
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
Here she goes.
Here she goes, Joey.
[plane crashing]
Oh, my God!
Honey?
What's a matter?
Suzy?
-A plane crash!
-What?
A plane crash.
I heard the people!
What are you--
Oh, it's awful!
[music playing]
How you feeling today?
SUZY: Much better.
Well, that's good.
Had me worried last night.
Thought you were having a
heart attack or something.
Hey, I left the new
Wheatley campaign somewhere.
Did you see it?
I put it behind
your desk over there.
Oh, good.
You know, Jason, what happened
last night was really bizarre.
Could you pour me a
cup of coffee, honey?
I'm running late.
Down to 145-- no sugar.
It was almost as if--
JASON: Hey, Bill Laskey was
asking about you yesterday.
Think he's taken
quite a fancy to you.
Ought to have him over
to dinner sometime.
Doesn't hurt to
butter up the boss.
Jason, I'd like to talk
to you about last night.
OK.
Well, we'll talk about it as
soon as I get home, all right?
It was so real.
Frightening.
Like a plane was actually
crashing in our kitchen.
Suz, you know
what we both need?
Is a weekend in Carmel.
Think about it.
[music playing]
[tires screech]
[upbeat music]
Tony, you're selling
hamburgers, not corsets.
Loosen it up.
Suzy, you are late.
-I'll be just a second.
[inaudible].
[paper crinkling]
[ringing]
This, uh--
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Hi, baby.
How's it going?
Uh, listen, it's a
little hectic right now.
I'm going bananas with
this Wheatley campaign.
Did you see the
papers this morning?
JASON: No, why?
There was a plane crash.
It happened last night.
You're kidding?
It was the one I heard.
Suzy, now listen.
It's a coincidence.
Jason, I'm telling you.
It's the one I heard.
Look, can we save
this for tonight?
Things are popping right now.
I've got to talk about it now.
It's serious.
JASON: Well, we'll talk
about this tonight, OK?
I promise.
Jason.
Jason.
Jackson.
Jackson.
Henri Jackson-- spelt
with an I. H-E-N-R-I.
Excuse me--
He was supposed to be
on Flight 802, but--
Excuse me.
He must have missed it.
I mean--
Right this way.
Come here.
Now if you just go
to counter three,
I'm sure they can help you.
What about the cockpit
tapes, Mr. Glazier?
No comment.
Have you found them yet?
No comment.
When are you going to
release any transcripts?
No comment.
They went down in that
industrial area by LAX.
Lots of political influence.
They've been pushing very hard.
I've held them off so far.
Good man.
Joey.
Did anyone call the pilot Joey?
Was it a nickname?
Uh, I can't answer
that question.
Maybe you should
go to personnel.
Or-- oh, Mr. Kushing.
Mr. Kushing, there's someone
you maybe should talk to.
I can't quite make heads
or tails of, well--
Hi.
Ben Kushing, National
Transportation
Safety Board investigator.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
What's the matter?
I think I heard a
conversation between the pilot
of that plane that crashed
and I guess his co-pilot.
Well, I don't quite understand.
How did you hear this.
I don't know.
I just-- just heard it.
Well, we'll let
that go for a minute.
Um, what did you hear?
The plane was in trouble,
and the pilot was called Joey.
Look-- look, I'm frightened.
I don't know how I heard it.
I mean, I've had
strange things happen.
I mean, weird sensations,
like hearing and seeing.
Unexplainable things.
Ben.
Kushing.
Yeah, yeah.
Just a minute.
Look, would you mind?
This is my assistant,
Ted Beasly.
I'm going to ask
him to help you.
I'd do it myself, but, uh--
Ted, as soon as you
get her story down,
get her together
with John Povey.
Would you do that
for me, please?
I think he should see her.
Ted'll take good care of you.
Thank you.
Uh, Miss, step right over here.
Do you mind if I
use one of these?
They save on secretaries.
I want to give you
John Povey's address.
We worked together a while
back on an American cargo
plane that had disappeared
in the Bermuda Triangle.
He's an astrophysicist
who's, uh,
who's into psychic research.
Let's start from the beginning.
[music playing]
Give me another
refill, sweetheart.
Huh?
Pour me a glass
of wine, please.
Sorry, what'd you say?
Sorry.
OK, now what's wrong?
Nothing.
Nothing's wrong.
Just a million miles away.
Well, something's
bothering you.
Are you still mad at me
because I hung up on you?
No, I'm not mad at you.
Forgotten all about it.
What is it?
Went to the airlines today.
Jason, I'm just
asking questions.
Look, I know you don't believe
in psychic things, but I just--
JASON: You're right, I don't.
Please, Jason.
Now, Suzy.
Look, don't start
getting hysterical on me
like all your dancer
friends always running
off to fortune tellers--
It's not the same thing.
This is different.
-How?
How is it different?
This is a real problem, Jason.
Something actually
happened to me.
Now, come on, honey.
Now you keep going on
like this and you're
going to make yourself crazy.
It makes me crazy when
you don't listen to me.
Now stop it.
But I mean it, baby.
You're going to spook yourself.
I hate it when you
call me baby like that.
Yeah, well, best I can do.
I haven't had any
acting training.
The airline guy believed me.
Yeah, well, why not?
He probably wanted
to make it with you.
Thanks, Jason.
[dramatic music]
Jason, Jason.
What?
Look in the mirror.
OK.
Go back to sleep, honey.
About four years, give
or take a few months.
I'm a victim of the
"English Brain Drain."
Sold out to the filthy
American dollar.
In here.
OK, well I take
what is happening
to you very seriously.
I think it's serious.
Do you understand?
Yes, thank you.
You're welcome.
Now, let's talk about what is
happening to you and why and--
[knocking]
Excuse me.
Yes?
ASSISTANT: John, we ran
back the [inaudible]
and there's still no
significant pre-am count.
Then, I'd say we'll either
run into the DB factor,
or Houston screwed up.
Can the Gods be wrong?
I'm sorry, we're up
against a deadline.
We're always up
against a deadline.
Now we can agree,
can't we, that you
seem to be getting messages
from somewhere outside yourself.
Yeah.
I'm-- I mean, I think so.
Now stay with me.
Everybody-- you, me,
everybody-- all of our lives
receive messages from
somewhere outside ourselves.
Are you aware of this?
I don't think so.
Most people aren't.
See, generally, messages
aren't strong enough to get
through to the conscious mind.
So we experience
them as premonition
hunches, things like that.
I know those feelings.
Of course you do.
So does everyone else.
But most people repress
them, push them down.
Just like they repress dreams.
What's happening to you could
happen to anyone, anytime.
One day a leak can occur.
The messages begin
to [inaudible].
And the sound of
the plane crashing?
That was precognition--
sensing of future events.
Technically, that's precognitive
audio hallucination.
You following me?
As carefully as I can.
[buzz]
JOHN: I don't have
the connection yet,
but there's a possibility that
your visions foreshadow an
impending personal experience.
[buzzing]
I think they want me.
Stay in touch with Kushing.
He's a good man.
SECRETARY: I think it's coming
up red alert, Mr. Povey.
We're always on a red alert.
Where would life be
without a red alert?
I can't think you
enough, Mr. Povey.
Really.
-Good, then don't.
[horns honking]
[indistinct audio playing]
[tape rewinding]
PILOT'S VOICE: Another light
on the number one fire levels.
PILOT'S VOICE:
Roger, I read that.
I'm going to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
PILOT'S VOICE: We're
getting a yaw SAS light.
PILOT'S VOICE: We've got
to set her down fast.
Ben, I want you
to listen to this.
[tape rewinding]
PILOT'S VOICE: I'm going
to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
It's the cockpit tape.
Now listen.
SUZY: Over the
screaming, he said,
I'm going to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
PILOT'S VOICE: We're
getting a yaw SAS light.
PILOT'S VOICE: We've got
to set her down fast.
SUZY: Then the other one said,
we're getting a yaw SAS light.
And something else--
wait a minute.
Then someone else said
we've got to set her down.
[upbeat music]
INSTRUCTOR: Five,
six, seven, eight.
OK, that's it, kitties.
Take lunch.
Suzy, if you don't
mind my saying so,
you look like [inaudible]
dancing in a bathtub.
I'm sorry.
Just get with it, honey.
Shape up or ship up.
Suz, you're knocking your
head against a brick wall.
I mean, so what if you can't
be Miss Corporate Image 1979.
Try it alone.
Different dancing partners
aren't that bad, you know?
You can't just give up when
things aren't going well.
At least I can't.
Hi.
Remember me?
Yes.
Hello.
Hi.
Hello.
Uh, can I have a word with you?
In private?
Sure.
I'll be in the
corner doing my nails.
Bye.
Bye.
I-- I hope you don't mind
my coming here like this.
No.
I won't get in trouble
or anything, will I?
No.
Well, what's a yaw SAS light?
Excuse me?
SUZY (ON TAPE):
The other one said
we're getting a yaw SAS light.
I just heard it.
I don't have any
idea what that means.
Yaw Stabilization
Augmentation System.
I don't suppose that
rings any bells.
We found the cockpit
voice recorder
of that crashed airliner.
The recorded
conversation was exactly
as you heard-- everything.
Every word, every detail.
My boyfriend's beginning to
think I'm a little strange.
It doesn't surprise me
that no one believes me.
I believe you.
Thanks.
What I'm going to tell you now
hasn't been made public yet,
so you can't say anything.
That plane crash
was not an accident.
Somebody put a bomb in it.
Your psychic experience
might give me a lead.
I could use your help.
OK.
The vision-- the egg--
was that isolated?
Was that the only one you had?
I don't-- I don't know why, but
there has been one occurrence.
A bald man.
I keep seeing the same bald man.
He was [inaudible].
A bald man?
Well, look, I'd like you
to keep in touch with me.
Phone me if you have another
one of those visions, OK?
Would you do that?
Yes, I will.
Oh, and I met John Povey.
He's a big help.
Thanks.
Yeah, he's very
knowledgeable in these areas.
Well, thank you for
giving me your time.
Thank you.
I'll keep in touch.
Good.
OK.
Stopping by for your messages?
How'd it go?
FAA Regional, FFA Washington,
Department of Transportation,
Secretary of Transportation,
FBI Local, your brother.
Brother?
What does he want?
We've got most of the
insurance reports now.
A couple of passengers
had pretty hefty policies,
but they had them for years.
Nothing there.
[inaudible].
There wasn't anything
there either, huh?
No.
I heard about something though.
You know we've been going
crazy trying to figure out
how the bomb got on the plane?
Yeah?
It's not warm.
Anyway, there was an incident
the day of the crash.
According to security
records, it was "forestalled
before it happened."
It's warm enough.
The guards saw a man climbing
over the wall into the control
baggage area.
He got away.
He was climbing over the
wall into the controlled area.
That's what the man says.
Are you telling me nobody
worked on the theory
that he was climbing out
of the controlled area?
No.
Was he bald by any chance?
And how in the hell
did you know that?
Do they have video on him?
Yeah, but not so that
you could identify him.
OFFICER: We're
looking at the tape
from camera two, the control
baggage area's behind it.
here's the underground
entrance of the terminal.
Now just a second--
he'll come out here.
There he is.
BEN: Yeah, hold it.
Freeze it right there.
All right, let it roll again.
He's going down
that line of cars.
Headed for the
underground entrance.
Now that's the last
picture we have of him.
He spotted the two guys coming
down through the terminal.
Let's go to camera three.
I tell ya, it does you
good to get out with people.
And you'll have fun
at the game tomorrow.
I promise.
Who's this?
Ben Kushing, NTSB?
It's nothing.
It's just a guy I
met the other day.
Don't look like that.
I'm telling you, my
nightmares are over.
Come here.
Come on.
Jason?
Jason?
Honey, what's wrong?
Jason?
[screaming]
Suzy!
Take it easy.
You're having a nightmare.
[crowd cheering]
Well, let's beat the traffic.
Yeah, well, you're still
not going to beat that bet.
Yeah.
What are friends for?
Hit it.
Well, it's true.
Don't laugh.
It's true.
He got it up to the loft
in the middle of the night,
but what he didn't
realize is you
can get a horse up the stairs,
but you can't get him down.
(VOICE SLOWS) So the organist
before the service starts.
Looks down--
[indistinct slow speaking]
No!
JASON: Suzy!
No!
-Suzy!
-No!
Suzy!
No!
Suzy, this is really
getting out of control.
I mean, I don't know
how to deal with this.
SUZY: Neither do I.
Now, look, you're going
to have to go to a doctor
or a psychiatrist or somebody--
It isn't like that, Jason.
This is-- this is
something else.
This is different.
Something is actually
happening to me.
Yeah.
Look, I know you don't
believe in these things,
and I can't help that.
I think these are
psychic events.
Suzy, I don't know how
to talk to you anymore.
I just don't.
Why don't you go
talk to your friends.
Right.
Here you go.
Thank you.
That'll set you free.
There we go.
Hello.
Hi there.
Have you been here long?
Oh, a couple minutes.
Thanks for meeting me.
Why don't we walk a bit?
Peanuts?
No, thank you.
So once the motor home
started to move again,
you didn't see anything more?
No.
Suzy, I got to
ask you something.
I don't want you to get alarmed.
What?
Do you own a
striped yellow dress?
Oh, no.
No.
The girl wasn't me.
I'm sure of it.
Why would you ask that?
I just keep wondering
if these visions of yours
are some kind of warning.
I mean, it just seems that way.
You didn't have anything
to do with that plane.
What really bothers
me is the bald man.
On the day of the crash, we
have a bald man on videotape
escaping from the
airport guards,
and right now he's the
only suspect I've got.
And obviously, there is
some kind of connection
between the two of you.
I don't even want to think of--
Oh, I know, but we have to.
I-- I don't understand
what you mean.
Look, I talked to John
Povey this morning.
He takes it one step further.
He thinks that these--
oh, what'd he call them?
Precognitive audio visual
hallucinations really mean what
he called a lifeline intercept.
Your paths will cross.
[music playing]
[rattling]
Make nothing happen.
Please.
[honks slowing down]
[indistinct voices]
MALE VOICE: Please, it's
very important to me.
[indistinct voices]
[loud honking]
[tires squeal]
[phone rings]
Hello?
Oh, hi, Suzy.
Wait.
Well, slow down, slow down.
And that's what it means.
I know it.
He gave blood and he
had to give his ID.
I mean, I'm sure of it.
Bloodmobile?
There were people after him,
and he was trying to escape.
Of course, of course.
OK, Suzy, thank you.
Just leave it with me and
I'll get back to you later.
OK.
Something up?
Yeah, you bet there is.
Come with me.
Hold it, hold it.
See?
You see, he got inside
the van just before it
started to move again.
He got a ride out of there.
All it cost him was
a pint of blood.
Can you make out what it
says on the side there?
Uh, "give a pint,
save a life"--
No, no.
Anybody can read that.
It's a bloodmobile.
Now this down here.
Uh, St. "Something" Hospital.
Is that an A?
Andrews.
St. Andrews Hospital.
That's it.
Thank you.
[shouting]
It's $1.28,
MALE VOICE: Lady.
[muffled voice]
Who said that?
[slow-motion speaking]
[loud honk]
All right.
Need a list of the donors.
So get over to St. Andrews
and use your charm.
Date of the crash, bloodmobile
three, last name on that list
is our man.
[phone rings]
Hello?
BEN: Hi, Suzy.
It's Ben.
Oh, hi, Ben.
We're getting a
trace on the donor.
Is there-- is
there anything else
you can think of right now?
No.
Only what I told you.
Well, I'll keep on digging.
Is there, uh, is there
any chance of our
getting together
for a drink tonight?
What?
Ben, there's a--
there's a picture.
No, a poster.
I remember seeing a poster.
BEN: What?
What kind of poster?
Where'd you see it?
I've seen it a number of times.
A girl smiling.
It's a billboard of some kind.
Preen-- she advertises
for Preen Cosmetics.
I keep seeing her all the time.
I know it's important.
I have to go now.
I'll call you back, OK?
Hi.
Hi.
What are you doing home?
I forgot some sketches.
You were, uh,
talking to that guy
from the airlines, weren't you?
Yes.
Why?
Because he's helpful.
Is that all he's doing?
Whoa!
Wait!
Where are you headed?
Aren't you going South?
This is bus 28, lady.
SUZY: 28?
28 two-way.
What's a matter with you?
Can't you read?
Get me off this bus.
Let me off, please.
I got to get off this bus.
Stop the bus now!
BUS DRIVER: Next time why don't
you read the signs, all right?
Taxi!
Taxi!
Taxi!
Taxi!
TAXI DRIVER: I'm off duty.
Taxi!
[dramatic music]
No!
[shrieking]
Ah!
Hey, lady.
Don't be afraid.
[tires screeching]
You all right, lady?
Now we took down everything
you told us, Suzy.
Sergeant Musky here says that
there was nothing in the alley.
Now his men kicked up a regular
storm searching the place.
They came up with zilch, zero.
A lot of rubble, but no bodies
were found there tonight.
It's impossible.
I saw her-- she was dead.
You don't think I imagined it?
Tore my own clothes.
Now calm down, Suzy.
Take it easy.
Look.
I was not mugged.
Impossible, is it?
A young little thing like you?
I came as quick as I could.
Are you all right?
Did he hurt you?
You better take
care of her, fella.
She's much too pretty running
around dark alleys by herself.
That was that girl
in that hamburger ad.
You know, the one who pops out
with that bun all around her
in the Great Lakes?
Yeah, that's right.
Now, now, it's over.
It's all over now.
Look, I don't know.
I told you, I don't know.
Hold it.
Wait a minute.
Pierce, hold it.
I think I hear her now.
Yeah, it's her.
I'll call you back.
What's going on?
This is Ben.
Ben, this is Jason.
Look, where were you?
I've been crazy.
Something pretty
terrible's happened.
Yeah.
Well it's 10:30.
I've been waiting for
you for four hours.
For crying out
loud, the girl is--
Look, do you mind?
I'm not talking to you.
Suzy, now you could
have called me.
I've been waiting
by the telephone.
Take it easy.
Look, why don't you get
the hell out of here!
Nobody is talking to you!
Please, Ben.
Please.
I mean it.
Please.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
You know where to
get me if you need me.
What does that mean?
What the hell is going on?
Hey, I am talking to you.
Now don't walk away from me.
Now I want to know
what is happening here.
Why did you bring him here.
You hear me?
You're acting like a fool.
Well, what am I supposed to do?
I mean, you call him everyday.
You see him everyday.
For all I know, you're probably
making it with him everyday.
Are you?
I won't even answer an
asinine question like that.
I was nearly killed today.
I am not going to be able
to take it if you are
shouting and breaking things.
What do you mean you
were nearly killed?
Does it matter?
You won't believe me either way.
What?
Is it so complicated that
only a genius like that moron
can understand?
Suzy, look, I can't
take much more of this.
I really can't.
Now half the time
you're acting crazy--
Shh.
What?
He's here.
Who is?
Who is here?
He's in the building.
He's come, Jason.
Who has?
The bald man.
Look, Jason.
Jason, he's coming closer.
What are you doing?
You're not going
out there, are you?
Jason, you can't go out there!
Now, look.
I'm going to check this
out once and for all.
Now just lock the
door behind me.
Please, Jason.
No!
You can't go out there!
Lock the door.
Suzy, open up.
It's me.
Come on, Suzy.
Open up.
Everything's OK.
Open up, Suzy.
It's me.
Suzy!
It's me.
Can't you hear my voice.
Nothing.
Not a damn thing.
All you heard was some
door blowing in the wind.
He was here.
He was here, Jason.
Look, he wasn't.
Now I looked.
I looked upstairs,
I looked downstairs.
I looked everywhere.
There was nobody.
He was here!
You have to believe me.
Well, I don't.
What are we doing
together, Jason?
I haven't a clue.
I really don't.
Let's not make a
big deal out of it.
I shouted, I'm sorry.
The number to
Radio Taxis, please.
Suzy--
I'm sorry too, Jason.
Is there an
address or do I just
keep driving into the river?
Please just drive.
I need time to think.
You're the boss.
Stop at the next
phone booth, please.
Ben?
Suzy, what's the matter?
He came to the
apartment-- the bald man.
He knows where I live.
Are you all right?
No, I'm terrified.
Look, you just stay right where
you are and I'll be right over.
Well, I'm-- I'm not home.
I mean, I took a cab.
I'm in a telephone booth.
I left Jason.
BEN: You left Jason?
I'm on 18th and Cedar.
BEN: Now look.
You get right back in that
cab and you come here.
You hear me?
Yes, Ill come--
[screams]
Suzy?
Suzy?
Suzy, are you there, Suzy?
Suzy, answer me.
What's happening?
Suzy?
Hello?
Suzy?
[phone rings]
Suzy, are you all right?
Ben, I'm getting
stonewalled down here.
You get down to the DA's
office and you get one,
and I'll meet you
at the hospital.
My name is Kushing.
They sent me up here.
I'm expecting a Ted
Beasly to meet me in, um,
Mrs. Winterspoon's office.
Oh, I'm sorry.
She's gone for the day.
Where can I make
a phone call from?
It's right over there.
[screaming]
What would you
like to do first?
Make love or die.
[screaming]
Then don't speak.
Don't speak.
When you speak, you'll say
stupid, ridiculous things.
You're much lovelier
saying nothing at all.
Nothing.
You understand?
Good.
Good.
[whimpering]
[phone rings]
SECRETARY: Mr. Kushing,
I have the hospital
manager on the line for you.
Hello.
I'm sorry to disturb
you at this hour,
but it is urgent that I
see your Mrs. Winterspoon.
Could you please have her
come down to the hospital?
[dramatic music]
Eat.
I wonder if you can
take some bad news.
Open your mouth.
I hope you're not
afraid of dying, Suzy.
It's not really so terrible.
It's not.
Looks like it's going to rain.
I used to like to play in
the rain when I was a kid.
I like it.
You saw me kill that girl.
That slut.
It always seems to
turn out the same.
I knew an airline
stewardess once.
She was very sexy.
And, you know, I treated
that girl very nicely.
I treated her very nicely.
But she was not nice!
And so I blew that
little girl to pieces.
[inaudible].
You see, the thing is,
Suzy, I never understood
why girls don't like me.
I like girls.
I like making love very much.
I'm a good lover.
You'll find out soon enough.
Good girl.
My name is Steven.
I'm a third generation
American, and I was
wondering-- could you love me?
Frightened?
Mr. Kushing.
Good morning, Mrs. Winterspoon.
I hope this is important.
I understand you
have a court order.
Well, my assistant is
on his way over with it.
May I please have that
release, Mr., um--
Boggs.
Boggs, yes.
Would you please sign
this for Mr. Boggs?
I have to get an address in
the data processing office.
When I have the court
order in my hand,
I will sign the release.
You mean you won't
sing it until the court
order gets here?
When I have the court
order in my hand,
I will sign the release.
You're refusing to sign it?
When I have the court
order in my hand,
I will sign the release.
Wrong.
You are 100% wrong,
Mrs. Winterspoon.
You will sign it, and you
will hand it Mr. Boggs,
and he will do it this instance.
Because if you don't,
Mrs. Winterspoon,
I am going to become violent.
You're my witness that I
signed this under duress.
Yes, yes, yes.
You signed it under duress.
STEVEN: They'll go away soon.
They'll just fade away.
Sorry I couldn't help you.
You're so lovely.
Please, what--
Don't speak.
Don't speak.
I want you to wash yourself
nice and clean for me.
I think it's nice to
be clean, don't you?
But don't try to run away.
Cause if you do, I'll
have to punish you.
I'll be back soon.
I have to go away.
I won't be gone long,
so don't get jealous.
OK?
[printing]
SECRETARY: Calling
Dr. [inaudible].
Hey, Ted.
In here.
I think I broke a few
hundred speed laws.
The DA's office
wasn't too pleased
with their early morning
phone calls either.
Take the papers
to administration
and give them to
a very upset lady.
And then meet me back here.
You tried to get away.
I told you not to.
You disobeyed me.
SECRETARY: Dr. Adams.
Calling Dr. Adams.
Dr. Adams, please
go to emergency.
Steven Gerstead,
122 Weather Street.
Get on to the police
and get them over there.
[siren wailing]
[tires screech]
[loud honk]
[gasps]
[screaming]
I don't know why
you're so upset.
I told you I killed her.
[screams]
[siren wailing]
Looking for Suzy?
Suzy.
Here she is.
No!
Suzy!
Ben!
Suzy.
[grunts]
Suzy.
SUZY: Ben?
It's all right.
Everything's all right.
Stand back from the door.
Stand back.
I thought I'd be too late.
I thought I'd never
see you again.
There's no one to help
you now, little baby.
No one to help you now.
[SIRENS WAILING, TIRES
SCREECHING]
Hey, look up there.
Look there.
[interposing voices]
[police dispatch]
Ben!
Are you OK?
Are you OK?
Yes.
[music playing]
[screaming]
You.
[music playing]
DIRECTOR: Four,
five, six, seven.
One, two, three, four.
Here it comes Suzy.
All right.
Spaghetti.
Suzy, now.
Try me.
I'm delicious.
DIRECTOR: Hold the smile.
Hold the smile.
Hold the smile.
Hold the smile.
Got it.
OK.
Next set up.
Suzy, great fun.
DIRECTOR: Clear
the set everybody.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Clear the set, everybody.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Suzy, that means you.
Bye.
[inaudible].
I gave Morris Levy
baby the old heave-ho.
You should've seen his face.
Wasn't he the guy that just
last week you intended to spend
the rest of your life with?
ACTRESS: Same Morris Levy?
You even replanned
his whole life.
ACTRESS: Not to mention
his whole house.
ACTRESS: I never liked
that [inaudible].
[screaming]
Ah.
I got hit.
Are you OK, Suzy?
Oh.
Sure.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
[disco music playing]
-Hi.
-Hello.
Where's Jason?
I thought he was
coming with you.
Working.
Boring.
Come on.
Give him a break, Pierce.
It's not a unforgivable
sin to be ambitious.
It is if you don't
have an ounce of humor.
Come on.
Talk about the guy
I'm living with.
OK, OK.
I didn't say a thing.
Listen, whatever
you do, don't look.
Don't.
He's behind you over there.
Who?
The guy I'm going
out with Friday night.
Table to your left, [inaudible].
(IN SLOW MOTION) He's
with a guy and a girl.
He's got a V-neck sweater.
[ominous music playing]
(HIGH PITCHED)
Well, is he alone?
[disco music playing]
Suze, is he?
Suze, are you all right?
What is it?
(LAUGHING) You OK?
Wow.
Suzy.
I'm home.
Where are you?
Upstairs.
Looks like it's
one of them days.
Lately it's always
one of them days.
Don't even get a
good evening kiss?
Too ugly.
Suddenly, the
clock ticking away.
He fades back.
Quarterback Jerry King back.
Here's the blitz.
The blitz is on.
Blitzing.
Watch the blitz.
---stop him.
King fades back.
It's a long one.
-Hmm.
Jason.
Billy the Bullet [inaudible].
[inaudible].
Yeah, right.
Hmm.
Just trying to
stay healthy today.
Right.
What happened?
Well, I was
was sitting in
[inaudible] today,
and she asked me if the
guy at the next table
was with the girl
he was sitting with.
Yeah, sounds like Pierce.
What are you doing?
Listen, would you, please?
Yeah, what?
When the girl was
smoking a cigarette,
smoke stopped in midair
and the music stopped.
Everything just slowed
down and stopped.
You're kidding.
What did Pierce do?
She stopped too.
She was frozen.
Pierce wasn't talking?
Jason!
What is that, a punchline?
Is this a joke?
Would you listen to me?
Yeah.
And then, when everything had
stopped and no one was moving,
A man smoothed his head.
He was bald.
What's so funny?
You look fantastic.
Are you listening to
what I'm telling you?
Yeah, I'm all ears.
You said a girl was smoking and
the smoke stopped in the air.
And then everything
slowed down and stopped,
and Pierce lost her tongue
and a bald man smoothed
his hand over his hair.
I heard every word.
But it's true.
Well, I didn't say I
didn't believe you, did I?
But you don't, I can tell.
Would you come up here
and cuddle into me?
You rat.
You don't believe me.
You smell good.
I sound like a crazy, don't I?
It sounds sexy and wonderful.
Turn out the lights.
What about dinner?
Later.
Hey, Jason!
JASON: What?
Your steak will be
ready in two minutes.
OK.
Put a squidge of garlic
on mine, will you?
I did.
[explosion sound]
PILOT'S VOICE
(VOICEOVER): No light
on the number one fire model.
PILOT'S VOICE
(VOICEOVER): Roger.
I read that.
I'm going to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
We're getting a yaw SAS light.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
We got to set her down fast.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
She's starboard heavy.
PILOT'S VOICE
(VOICEOVER): I know.
She's starting to roll.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
We're in a blackout.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
I can't hold her Joey.
She's getting away from me.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
She's rolling.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
Help me, Joey.
Hold her.
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
I can't stop her.
[screaming]
PILOT'S VOICE (VOICEOVER):
Here she goes.
Here she goes, Joey.
[plane crashing]
Oh, my God!
Honey?
What's a matter?
Suzy?
-A plane crash!
-What?
A plane crash.
I heard the people!
What are you--
Oh, it's awful!
[music playing]
How you feeling today?
SUZY: Much better.
Well, that's good.
Had me worried last night.
Thought you were having a
heart attack or something.
Hey, I left the new
Wheatley campaign somewhere.
Did you see it?
I put it behind
your desk over there.
Oh, good.
You know, Jason, what happened
last night was really bizarre.
Could you pour me a
cup of coffee, honey?
I'm running late.
Down to 145-- no sugar.
It was almost as if--
JASON: Hey, Bill Laskey was
asking about you yesterday.
Think he's taken
quite a fancy to you.
Ought to have him over
to dinner sometime.
Doesn't hurt to
butter up the boss.
Jason, I'd like to talk
to you about last night.
OK.
Well, we'll talk about it as
soon as I get home, all right?
It was so real.
Frightening.
Like a plane was actually
crashing in our kitchen.
Suz, you know
what we both need?
Is a weekend in Carmel.
Think about it.
[music playing]
[tires screech]
[upbeat music]
Tony, you're selling
hamburgers, not corsets.
Loosen it up.
Suzy, you are late.
-I'll be just a second.
[inaudible].
[paper crinkling]
[ringing]
This, uh--
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Hi, baby.
How's it going?
Uh, listen, it's a
little hectic right now.
I'm going bananas with
this Wheatley campaign.
Did you see the
papers this morning?
JASON: No, why?
There was a plane crash.
It happened last night.
You're kidding?
It was the one I heard.
Suzy, now listen.
It's a coincidence.
Jason, I'm telling you.
It's the one I heard.
Look, can we save
this for tonight?
Things are popping right now.
I've got to talk about it now.
It's serious.
JASON: Well, we'll talk
about this tonight, OK?
I promise.
Jason.
Jason.
Jackson.
Jackson.
Henri Jackson-- spelt
with an I. H-E-N-R-I.
Excuse me--
He was supposed to be
on Flight 802, but--
Excuse me.
He must have missed it.
I mean--
Right this way.
Come here.
Now if you just go
to counter three,
I'm sure they can help you.
What about the cockpit
tapes, Mr. Glazier?
No comment.
Have you found them yet?
No comment.
When are you going to
release any transcripts?
No comment.
They went down in that
industrial area by LAX.
Lots of political influence.
They've been pushing very hard.
I've held them off so far.
Good man.
Joey.
Did anyone call the pilot Joey?
Was it a nickname?
Uh, I can't answer
that question.
Maybe you should
go to personnel.
Or-- oh, Mr. Kushing.
Mr. Kushing, there's someone
you maybe should talk to.
I can't quite make heads
or tails of, well--
Hi.
Ben Kushing, National
Transportation
Safety Board investigator.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
What's the matter?
I think I heard a
conversation between the pilot
of that plane that crashed
and I guess his co-pilot.
Well, I don't quite understand.
How did you hear this.
I don't know.
I just-- just heard it.
Well, we'll let
that go for a minute.
Um, what did you hear?
The plane was in trouble,
and the pilot was called Joey.
Look-- look, I'm frightened.
I don't know how I heard it.
I mean, I've had
strange things happen.
I mean, weird sensations,
like hearing and seeing.
Unexplainable things.
Ben.
Kushing.
Yeah, yeah.
Just a minute.
Look, would you mind?
This is my assistant,
Ted Beasly.
I'm going to ask
him to help you.
I'd do it myself, but, uh--
Ted, as soon as you
get her story down,
get her together
with John Povey.
Would you do that
for me, please?
I think he should see her.
Ted'll take good care of you.
Thank you.
Uh, Miss, step right over here.
Do you mind if I
use one of these?
They save on secretaries.
I want to give you
John Povey's address.
We worked together a while
back on an American cargo
plane that had disappeared
in the Bermuda Triangle.
He's an astrophysicist
who's, uh,
who's into psychic research.
Let's start from the beginning.
[music playing]
Give me another
refill, sweetheart.
Huh?
Pour me a glass
of wine, please.
Sorry, what'd you say?
Sorry.
OK, now what's wrong?
Nothing.
Nothing's wrong.
Just a million miles away.
Well, something's
bothering you.
Are you still mad at me
because I hung up on you?
No, I'm not mad at you.
Forgotten all about it.
What is it?
Went to the airlines today.
Jason, I'm just
asking questions.
Look, I know you don't believe
in psychic things, but I just--
JASON: You're right, I don't.
Please, Jason.
Now, Suzy.
Look, don't start
getting hysterical on me
like all your dancer
friends always running
off to fortune tellers--
It's not the same thing.
This is different.
-How?
How is it different?
This is a real problem, Jason.
Something actually
happened to me.
Now, come on, honey.
Now you keep going on
like this and you're
going to make yourself crazy.
It makes me crazy when
you don't listen to me.
Now stop it.
But I mean it, baby.
You're going to spook yourself.
I hate it when you
call me baby like that.
Yeah, well, best I can do.
I haven't had any
acting training.
The airline guy believed me.
Yeah, well, why not?
He probably wanted
to make it with you.
Thanks, Jason.
[dramatic music]
Jason, Jason.
What?
Look in the mirror.
OK.
Go back to sleep, honey.
About four years, give
or take a few months.
I'm a victim of the
"English Brain Drain."
Sold out to the filthy
American dollar.
In here.
OK, well I take
what is happening
to you very seriously.
I think it's serious.
Do you understand?
Yes, thank you.
You're welcome.
Now, let's talk about what is
happening to you and why and--
[knocking]
Excuse me.
Yes?
ASSISTANT: John, we ran
back the [inaudible]
and there's still no
significant pre-am count.
Then, I'd say we'll either
run into the DB factor,
or Houston screwed up.
Can the Gods be wrong?
I'm sorry, we're up
against a deadline.
We're always up
against a deadline.
Now we can agree,
can't we, that you
seem to be getting messages
from somewhere outside yourself.
Yeah.
I'm-- I mean, I think so.
Now stay with me.
Everybody-- you, me,
everybody-- all of our lives
receive messages from
somewhere outside ourselves.
Are you aware of this?
I don't think so.
Most people aren't.
See, generally, messages
aren't strong enough to get
through to the conscious mind.
So we experience
them as premonition
hunches, things like that.
I know those feelings.
Of course you do.
So does everyone else.
But most people repress
them, push them down.
Just like they repress dreams.
What's happening to you could
happen to anyone, anytime.
One day a leak can occur.
The messages begin
to [inaudible].
And the sound of
the plane crashing?
That was precognition--
sensing of future events.
Technically, that's precognitive
audio hallucination.
You following me?
As carefully as I can.
[buzz]
JOHN: I don't have
the connection yet,
but there's a possibility that
your visions foreshadow an
impending personal experience.
[buzzing]
I think they want me.
Stay in touch with Kushing.
He's a good man.
SECRETARY: I think it's coming
up red alert, Mr. Povey.
We're always on a red alert.
Where would life be
without a red alert?
I can't think you
enough, Mr. Povey.
Really.
-Good, then don't.
[horns honking]
[indistinct audio playing]
[tape rewinding]
PILOT'S VOICE: Another light
on the number one fire levels.
PILOT'S VOICE:
Roger, I read that.
I'm going to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
PILOT'S VOICE: We're
getting a yaw SAS light.
PILOT'S VOICE: We've got
to set her down fast.
Ben, I want you
to listen to this.
[tape rewinding]
PILOT'S VOICE: I'm going
to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
It's the cockpit tape.
Now listen.
SUZY: Over the
screaming, he said,
I'm going to try to snuff it.
Depressurize the aircraft.
PILOT'S VOICE: We're
getting a yaw SAS light.
PILOT'S VOICE: We've got
to set her down fast.
SUZY: Then the other one said,
we're getting a yaw SAS light.
And something else--
wait a minute.
Then someone else said
we've got to set her down.
[upbeat music]
INSTRUCTOR: Five,
six, seven, eight.
OK, that's it, kitties.
Take lunch.
Suzy, if you don't
mind my saying so,
you look like [inaudible]
dancing in a bathtub.
I'm sorry.
Just get with it, honey.
Shape up or ship up.
Suz, you're knocking your
head against a brick wall.
I mean, so what if you can't
be Miss Corporate Image 1979.
Try it alone.
Different dancing partners
aren't that bad, you know?
You can't just give up when
things aren't going well.
At least I can't.
Hi.
Remember me?
Yes.
Hello.
Hi.
Hello.
Uh, can I have a word with you?
In private?
Sure.
I'll be in the
corner doing my nails.
Bye.
Bye.
I-- I hope you don't mind
my coming here like this.
No.
I won't get in trouble
or anything, will I?
No.
Well, what's a yaw SAS light?
Excuse me?
SUZY (ON TAPE):
The other one said
we're getting a yaw SAS light.
I just heard it.
I don't have any
idea what that means.
Yaw Stabilization
Augmentation System.
I don't suppose that
rings any bells.
We found the cockpit
voice recorder
of that crashed airliner.
The recorded
conversation was exactly
as you heard-- everything.
Every word, every detail.
My boyfriend's beginning to
think I'm a little strange.
It doesn't surprise me
that no one believes me.
I believe you.
Thanks.
What I'm going to tell you now
hasn't been made public yet,
so you can't say anything.
That plane crash
was not an accident.
Somebody put a bomb in it.
Your psychic experience
might give me a lead.
I could use your help.
OK.
The vision-- the egg--
was that isolated?
Was that the only one you had?
I don't-- I don't know why, but
there has been one occurrence.
A bald man.
I keep seeing the same bald man.
He was [inaudible].
A bald man?
Well, look, I'd like you
to keep in touch with me.
Phone me if you have another
one of those visions, OK?
Would you do that?
Yes, I will.
Oh, and I met John Povey.
He's a big help.
Thanks.
Yeah, he's very
knowledgeable in these areas.
Well, thank you for
giving me your time.
Thank you.
I'll keep in touch.
Good.
OK.
Stopping by for your messages?
How'd it go?
FAA Regional, FFA Washington,
Department of Transportation,
Secretary of Transportation,
FBI Local, your brother.
Brother?
What does he want?
We've got most of the
insurance reports now.
A couple of passengers
had pretty hefty policies,
but they had them for years.
Nothing there.
[inaudible].
There wasn't anything
there either, huh?
No.
I heard about something though.
You know we've been going
crazy trying to figure out
how the bomb got on the plane?
Yeah?
It's not warm.
Anyway, there was an incident
the day of the crash.
According to security
records, it was "forestalled
before it happened."
It's warm enough.
The guards saw a man climbing
over the wall into the control
baggage area.
He got away.
He was climbing over the
wall into the controlled area.
That's what the man says.
Are you telling me nobody
worked on the theory
that he was climbing out
of the controlled area?
No.
Was he bald by any chance?
And how in the hell
did you know that?
Do they have video on him?
Yeah, but not so that
you could identify him.
OFFICER: We're
looking at the tape
from camera two, the control
baggage area's behind it.
here's the underground
entrance of the terminal.
Now just a second--
he'll come out here.
There he is.
BEN: Yeah, hold it.
Freeze it right there.
All right, let it roll again.
He's going down
that line of cars.
Headed for the
underground entrance.
Now that's the last
picture we have of him.
He spotted the two guys coming
down through the terminal.
Let's go to camera three.
I tell ya, it does you
good to get out with people.
And you'll have fun
at the game tomorrow.
I promise.
Who's this?
Ben Kushing, NTSB?
It's nothing.
It's just a guy I
met the other day.
Don't look like that.
I'm telling you, my
nightmares are over.
Come here.
Come on.
Jason?
Jason?
Honey, what's wrong?
Jason?
[screaming]
Suzy!
Take it easy.
You're having a nightmare.
[crowd cheering]
Well, let's beat the traffic.
Yeah, well, you're still
not going to beat that bet.
Yeah.
What are friends for?
Hit it.
Well, it's true.
Don't laugh.
It's true.
He got it up to the loft
in the middle of the night,
but what he didn't
realize is you
can get a horse up the stairs,
but you can't get him down.
(VOICE SLOWS) So the organist
before the service starts.
Looks down--
[indistinct slow speaking]
No!
JASON: Suzy!
No!
-Suzy!
-No!
Suzy!
No!
Suzy, this is really
getting out of control.
I mean, I don't know
how to deal with this.
SUZY: Neither do I.
Now, look, you're going
to have to go to a doctor
or a psychiatrist or somebody--
It isn't like that, Jason.
This is-- this is
something else.
This is different.
Something is actually
happening to me.
Yeah.
Look, I know you don't
believe in these things,
and I can't help that.
I think these are
psychic events.
Suzy, I don't know how
to talk to you anymore.
I just don't.
Why don't you go
talk to your friends.
Right.
Here you go.
Thank you.
That'll set you free.
There we go.
Hello.
Hi there.
Have you been here long?
Oh, a couple minutes.
Thanks for meeting me.
Why don't we walk a bit?
Peanuts?
No, thank you.
So once the motor home
started to move again,
you didn't see anything more?
No.
Suzy, I got to
ask you something.
I don't want you to get alarmed.
What?
Do you own a
striped yellow dress?
Oh, no.
No.
The girl wasn't me.
I'm sure of it.
Why would you ask that?
I just keep wondering
if these visions of yours
are some kind of warning.
I mean, it just seems that way.
You didn't have anything
to do with that plane.
What really bothers
me is the bald man.
On the day of the crash, we
have a bald man on videotape
escaping from the
airport guards,
and right now he's the
only suspect I've got.
And obviously, there is
some kind of connection
between the two of you.
I don't even want to think of--
Oh, I know, but we have to.
I-- I don't understand
what you mean.
Look, I talked to John
Povey this morning.
He takes it one step further.
He thinks that these--
oh, what'd he call them?
Precognitive audio visual
hallucinations really mean what
he called a lifeline intercept.
Your paths will cross.
[music playing]
[rattling]
Make nothing happen.
Please.
[honks slowing down]
[indistinct voices]
MALE VOICE: Please, it's
very important to me.
[indistinct voices]
[loud honking]
[tires squeal]
[phone rings]
Hello?
Oh, hi, Suzy.
Wait.
Well, slow down, slow down.
And that's what it means.
I know it.
He gave blood and he
had to give his ID.
I mean, I'm sure of it.
Bloodmobile?
There were people after him,
and he was trying to escape.
Of course, of course.
OK, Suzy, thank you.
Just leave it with me and
I'll get back to you later.
OK.
Something up?
Yeah, you bet there is.
Come with me.
Hold it, hold it.
See?
You see, he got inside
the van just before it
started to move again.
He got a ride out of there.
All it cost him was
a pint of blood.
Can you make out what it
says on the side there?
Uh, "give a pint,
save a life"--
No, no.
Anybody can read that.
It's a bloodmobile.
Now this down here.
Uh, St. "Something" Hospital.
Is that an A?
Andrews.
St. Andrews Hospital.
That's it.
Thank you.
[shouting]
It's $1.28,
MALE VOICE: Lady.
[muffled voice]
Who said that?
[slow-motion speaking]
[loud honk]
All right.
Need a list of the donors.
So get over to St. Andrews
and use your charm.
Date of the crash, bloodmobile
three, last name on that list
is our man.
[phone rings]
Hello?
BEN: Hi, Suzy.
It's Ben.
Oh, hi, Ben.
We're getting a
trace on the donor.
Is there-- is
there anything else
you can think of right now?
No.
Only what I told you.
Well, I'll keep on digging.
Is there, uh, is there
any chance of our
getting together
for a drink tonight?
What?
Ben, there's a--
there's a picture.
No, a poster.
I remember seeing a poster.
BEN: What?
What kind of poster?
Where'd you see it?
I've seen it a number of times.
A girl smiling.
It's a billboard of some kind.
Preen-- she advertises
for Preen Cosmetics.
I keep seeing her all the time.
I know it's important.
I have to go now.
I'll call you back, OK?
Hi.
Hi.
What are you doing home?
I forgot some sketches.
You were, uh,
talking to that guy
from the airlines, weren't you?
Yes.
Why?
Because he's helpful.
Is that all he's doing?
Whoa!
Wait!
Where are you headed?
Aren't you going South?
This is bus 28, lady.
SUZY: 28?
28 two-way.
What's a matter with you?
Can't you read?
Get me off this bus.
Let me off, please.
I got to get off this bus.
Stop the bus now!
BUS DRIVER: Next time why don't
you read the signs, all right?
Taxi!
Taxi!
Taxi!
Taxi!
TAXI DRIVER: I'm off duty.
Taxi!
[dramatic music]
No!
[shrieking]
Ah!
Hey, lady.
Don't be afraid.
[tires screeching]
You all right, lady?
Now we took down everything
you told us, Suzy.
Sergeant Musky here says that
there was nothing in the alley.
Now his men kicked up a regular
storm searching the place.
They came up with zilch, zero.
A lot of rubble, but no bodies
were found there tonight.
It's impossible.
I saw her-- she was dead.
You don't think I imagined it?
Tore my own clothes.
Now calm down, Suzy.
Take it easy.
Look.
I was not mugged.
Impossible, is it?
A young little thing like you?
I came as quick as I could.
Are you all right?
Did he hurt you?
You better take
care of her, fella.
She's much too pretty running
around dark alleys by herself.
That was that girl
in that hamburger ad.
You know, the one who pops out
with that bun all around her
in the Great Lakes?
Yeah, that's right.
Now, now, it's over.
It's all over now.
Look, I don't know.
I told you, I don't know.
Hold it.
Wait a minute.
Pierce, hold it.
I think I hear her now.
Yeah, it's her.
I'll call you back.
What's going on?
This is Ben.
Ben, this is Jason.
Look, where were you?
I've been crazy.
Something pretty
terrible's happened.
Yeah.
Well it's 10:30.
I've been waiting for
you for four hours.
For crying out
loud, the girl is--
Look, do you mind?
I'm not talking to you.
Suzy, now you could
have called me.
I've been waiting
by the telephone.
Take it easy.
Look, why don't you get
the hell out of here!
Nobody is talking to you!
Please, Ben.
Please.
I mean it.
Please.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
You know where to
get me if you need me.
What does that mean?
What the hell is going on?
Hey, I am talking to you.
Now don't walk away from me.
Now I want to know
what is happening here.
Why did you bring him here.
You hear me?
You're acting like a fool.
Well, what am I supposed to do?
I mean, you call him everyday.
You see him everyday.
For all I know, you're probably
making it with him everyday.
Are you?
I won't even answer an
asinine question like that.
I was nearly killed today.
I am not going to be able
to take it if you are
shouting and breaking things.
What do you mean you
were nearly killed?
Does it matter?
You won't believe me either way.
What?
Is it so complicated that
only a genius like that moron
can understand?
Suzy, look, I can't
take much more of this.
I really can't.
Now half the time
you're acting crazy--
Shh.
What?
He's here.
Who is?
Who is here?
He's in the building.
He's come, Jason.
Who has?
The bald man.
Look, Jason.
Jason, he's coming closer.
What are you doing?
You're not going
out there, are you?
Jason, you can't go out there!
Now, look.
I'm going to check this
out once and for all.
Now just lock the
door behind me.
Please, Jason.
No!
You can't go out there!
Lock the door.
Suzy, open up.
It's me.
Come on, Suzy.
Open up.
Everything's OK.
Open up, Suzy.
It's me.
Suzy!
It's me.
Can't you hear my voice.
Nothing.
Not a damn thing.
All you heard was some
door blowing in the wind.
He was here.
He was here, Jason.
Look, he wasn't.
Now I looked.
I looked upstairs,
I looked downstairs.
I looked everywhere.
There was nobody.
He was here!
You have to believe me.
Well, I don't.
What are we doing
together, Jason?
I haven't a clue.
I really don't.
Let's not make a
big deal out of it.
I shouted, I'm sorry.
The number to
Radio Taxis, please.
Suzy--
I'm sorry too, Jason.
Is there an
address or do I just
keep driving into the river?
Please just drive.
I need time to think.
You're the boss.
Stop at the next
phone booth, please.
Ben?
Suzy, what's the matter?
He came to the
apartment-- the bald man.
He knows where I live.
Are you all right?
No, I'm terrified.
Look, you just stay right where
you are and I'll be right over.
Well, I'm-- I'm not home.
I mean, I took a cab.
I'm in a telephone booth.
I left Jason.
BEN: You left Jason?
I'm on 18th and Cedar.
BEN: Now look.
You get right back in that
cab and you come here.
You hear me?
Yes, Ill come--
[screams]
Suzy?
Suzy?
Suzy, are you there, Suzy?
Suzy, answer me.
What's happening?
Suzy?
Hello?
Suzy?
[phone rings]
Suzy, are you all right?
Ben, I'm getting
stonewalled down here.
You get down to the DA's
office and you get one,
and I'll meet you
at the hospital.
My name is Kushing.
They sent me up here.
I'm expecting a Ted
Beasly to meet me in, um,
Mrs. Winterspoon's office.
Oh, I'm sorry.
She's gone for the day.
Where can I make
a phone call from?
It's right over there.
[screaming]
What would you
like to do first?
Make love or die.
[screaming]
Then don't speak.
Don't speak.
When you speak, you'll say
stupid, ridiculous things.
You're much lovelier
saying nothing at all.
Nothing.
You understand?
Good.
Good.
[whimpering]
[phone rings]
SECRETARY: Mr. Kushing,
I have the hospital
manager on the line for you.
Hello.
I'm sorry to disturb
you at this hour,
but it is urgent that I
see your Mrs. Winterspoon.
Could you please have her
come down to the hospital?
[dramatic music]
Eat.
I wonder if you can
take some bad news.
Open your mouth.
I hope you're not
afraid of dying, Suzy.
It's not really so terrible.
It's not.
Looks like it's going to rain.
I used to like to play in
the rain when I was a kid.
I like it.
You saw me kill that girl.
That slut.
It always seems to
turn out the same.
I knew an airline
stewardess once.
She was very sexy.
And, you know, I treated
that girl very nicely.
I treated her very nicely.
But she was not nice!
And so I blew that
little girl to pieces.
[inaudible].
You see, the thing is,
Suzy, I never understood
why girls don't like me.
I like girls.
I like making love very much.
I'm a good lover.
You'll find out soon enough.
Good girl.
My name is Steven.
I'm a third generation
American, and I was
wondering-- could you love me?
Frightened?
Mr. Kushing.
Good morning, Mrs. Winterspoon.
I hope this is important.
I understand you
have a court order.
Well, my assistant is
on his way over with it.
May I please have that
release, Mr., um--
Boggs.
Boggs, yes.
Would you please sign
this for Mr. Boggs?
I have to get an address in
the data processing office.
When I have the court
order in my hand,
I will sign the release.
You mean you won't
sing it until the court
order gets here?
When I have the court
order in my hand,
I will sign the release.
You're refusing to sign it?
When I have the court
order in my hand,
I will sign the release.
Wrong.
You are 100% wrong,
Mrs. Winterspoon.
You will sign it, and you
will hand it Mr. Boggs,
and he will do it this instance.
Because if you don't,
Mrs. Winterspoon,
I am going to become violent.
You're my witness that I
signed this under duress.
Yes, yes, yes.
You signed it under duress.
STEVEN: They'll go away soon.
They'll just fade away.
Sorry I couldn't help you.
You're so lovely.
Please, what--
Don't speak.
Don't speak.
I want you to wash yourself
nice and clean for me.
I think it's nice to
be clean, don't you?
But don't try to run away.
Cause if you do, I'll
have to punish you.
I'll be back soon.
I have to go away.
I won't be gone long,
so don't get jealous.
OK?
[printing]
SECRETARY: Calling
Dr. [inaudible].
Hey, Ted.
In here.
I think I broke a few
hundred speed laws.
The DA's office
wasn't too pleased
with their early morning
phone calls either.
Take the papers
to administration
and give them to
a very upset lady.
And then meet me back here.
You tried to get away.
I told you not to.
You disobeyed me.
SECRETARY: Dr. Adams.
Calling Dr. Adams.
Dr. Adams, please
go to emergency.
Steven Gerstead,
122 Weather Street.
Get on to the police
and get them over there.
[siren wailing]
[tires screech]
[loud honk]
[gasps]
[screaming]
I don't know why
you're so upset.
I told you I killed her.
[screams]
[siren wailing]
Looking for Suzy?
Suzy.
Here she is.
No!
Suzy!
Ben!
Suzy.
[grunts]
Suzy.
SUZY: Ben?
It's all right.
Everything's all right.
Stand back from the door.
Stand back.
I thought I'd be too late.
I thought I'd never
see you again.
There's no one to help
you now, little baby.
No one to help you now.
[SIRENS WAILING, TIRES
SCREECHING]
Hey, look up there.
Look there.
[interposing voices]
[police dispatch]
Ben!
Are you OK?
Are you OK?
Yes.
[music playing]