Mind Rage (2001) - full transcript
A serial killer's trail of dead bodies leads to the haunting past of two brothers and one woman's love for both men.
- I'm not sure why
you looked me up.
It was so long ago.
Lifetimes ago.
I don't think I remember
much about my childhood.
It was such a
unpleasant blur.
It's so nice.
It's so nice to see a friend.
I don't have many
friends anymore.
I love it after a storm.
They say it's.
- Very very nice.
Wonderful.
I like everything.
Do your favorite dinosaur.
If you have a favorite dinosaur,
do your favorite dinosaur.
Jack.
Trouble?
- Mom always said you had
the brains in the family.
Now I cleared it with your boss,
you got the rest of
the afternoon off.
- I don't think so Jack.
- You're coming with me.
Either standing up or lying
down, it's your choice.
- There's no smoking
allowed Jack.
- So call a cop.
You may have gotten the
smarts little brother,
but I got the sense of humor.
You remember my younger
brother don't you Lou?
- Yeah, sure, hiya
Mike, how ya doing?
Sorry to bring you in on this.
- Bring me in?
- I took the liberty
of sending a black
and white over to
your apartment.
Make sure your cappuccino
maker's turned off.
- Hey, where are we going Jack?
- Inner city.
Fill him in Lou.
- Three weeks, three homicides,
all of them women Mike.
One a week like a clock.
Clean work, brutal.
This one was a real looker.
So all of them were stabbed.
Mutilated really.
Each one had a
right tit cut off.
But this one
had a note written
in her own blood,
pinned to her body.
Said, "Can Mikey Reid
come out to play?"
So we backtracked.
Each one was
between 5'5 ", 5'8".
Blonde or pension for
wearing blonde wigs.
A call girl and or
a serious drug user.
They were all 29 to 34.
- I don't understand,
how do you know
the note is for me?
I mean, there must be more
than one Michael Reid.
- Hey Mike, you remember
Cyndi Thornburg?
You know, when you
were about five?
She showed you hers,
you showed her yours?
Don't be looking
for hers anymore.
- We just found her body a
couple of hours ago Mike.
- You know, I'm hurt.
I'm hurt three years,
three years and not
a peep out of you.
What do you think
about that Lou?
My own brother, my
own flesh and blood,
he doesn't give a damn about me.
Doesn't acknowledge
my phone calls,
my yearly birthday card.
- Hey, I don't blame ya Mike,
I can't stand him myself.
He's gonna chain
smoke himself to death
and take me with him.
- Our cousin Steve moved
back to our beloved city.
You know that don't you?
That's exactly what
I thought you'd say.
You still having
those nightmares Mike?
- No Jack, they stopped
three years ago.
The timing makes you
wonder, doesn't it Lou?
- You guys.
- You wait here.
Barrett, what the hell
are you doing here?
You don't have jurisdiction
in a case like this.
- Your killer may have
crossed state lines Jack.
- Don't give me that look.
Don't give me that god damn look
you sanctimonious...
- Hey!
It's a crime scene!
Come on.
Just take a breath Barrett!
- I'm not one of your
federal floozies!
- Careful.
Hey, you guys just talk
to each other will ya?
- Careful Jack.
Watch him, okay?
Take care of him.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, I told ya, stay outside!
- Come here.
- All right, so,
what do you think?
- Mike is one of the great
liars of his generation
or he didn't do it.
You choose.
- Well, thanks Lou.
That's a lot of help.
All right, send him home,
have him come down
to the station
tomorrow morning for some Q&A.
- All right, all right.
You okay Mike?
- Who's the guy he attacked?
- Just some feebie who
likes to take credit
when credit isn't due.
- Feebie?
- FBI.
Agent Barrett.
Jack hates the FBI,
especially that one.
I like that about Jack.
- Yeah, you like
a lot about Jack.
- I owe him my life.
When Jack and I
were in junior high,
I wasn't the Adonis
you see before you now.
I was what you
would call a nerd.
Or a wimp.
And you know Mike, we went
to a pretty tough school.
So anyway,
I was taking it on the
chin pretty good there
from a lot of people,
and not just physically
but mentally too.
And I was
having some serious trouble
then one day, Jack says to me,
"Can I walk with you to school?"
And from that day on,
Jack walked with me
both to and from school.
And from that very
first day Mike,
my whole life changed.
My whole life changed.
- A serial killer.
That's what we have and
that's what we don't want.
Good or bad, the
feebies are in on this.
And I want complete cooperation,
you understand Jack?
- Whatever you say,
I'm easy to live with.
- What about your brother?
- We've been questioning
him all afternoon.
He says he was home asleep.
He's got alibis for
both the other killings
and we can't find any
reason to believe different,
but we're checking him out.
- Just the same, I want
a 24-hour surveillance
on Michael Reid starting now.
Lab?
- Nothing, not even fibers.
- Did Mike know the
first two victims?
Or did they know him?
- No and no.
- Lou, give us a
minute will you?
- Sure.
- This must be tough on you.
I miss you.
- I've been busy.
I got a killer to catch.
Wait, wait.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm not good at
this relationship stuff.
- By all rights, you shouldn't
even be in on this case.
Now that your
brother's implicated.
The only reason
you're still involved
is because I have
a thing for you.
But it's quickly fading.
You know that don't you?
- Please.
- Say it again.
Louder.
- Please.
- You know you want me Jack.
I'm gonna make you pay.
- I know, and I'm gonna
enjoy every minute of it.
How about Saturday night?
- Will you bring that wine?
- The 82 O'Brien.
- You know what I like.
Jack.
What if your
brother is involved?
What then?
- Okay Mike, your
brother had some
unfinished business
with the Captain.
We're gonna meet him
downstairs, come on.
- I've been answering
questions all day Lou.
I just wanna go home.
- Just get rid of
that loan furniture
he's got on the front row.
- Classic bachelor pad, huh?
- Jack.
- Hey Mike.
I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine.
- Jessica Turner.
- Michael Reid.
- I see the resemblance.
- See Mike, you can't
separate blood or facts.
- We gotta go Jack.
- Stay where I can find you now.
- Don't worry, I won't bite.
- I...
- So Jack says I need to
look at your apartment.
I'm an interior decorator.
Surely Jack mentioned me.
Jack didn't mention me?
Come on, I'll take you
to an early dinner.
- I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- So,
wanna come back to my
place for a night cap?
- Yes, but not tonight.
Is that all right?
- Yeah, that's all right.
Goodnight.
- Oh my God, this is the worst.
It's not my fault the
bus got a flat tire
and I was only 15 minutes late.
He's such a jerk.
You know what, I quit.
I'm so sick of them.
Jesus this place is creepy.
My God.
How did I get up in this place?
Okay.
Just keep walking.
Okay, just keep going.
You're fine, you're fine.
God, you're letting
your imagination go.
You're fine.
Okay.
You're alone.
Jesus.
Okay.
- Hello.
Steve?
Yeah, long time.
Uh-uh, not tonight.
I'm not up for it.
All right.
All right.
Friday.
Okay.
Yeah, I know where it is.
I'll be there!
Now what is it?
No, I thought you
were someone else.
Now?
Yeah.
Yeah it is.
Where is it?
20 minutes.
- What we have here is
a failure to adjust.
Jack Stillman is a loose
cannon and I'm trying.
- That was in the past.
You know it and I know it.
- And I'm trying to be as
diplomatic as possible.
- I will not remove
Jack from this case,
just because the two of you
have an old score to settle.
- I'm not asking
for his removal.
I'm requesting he be
reassigned to a lesser role.
- What?
Spear carrier?
- Not a bad suggestion.
- You're jealous Barrett.
You may have gotten
credit for closing
the Armstrong kidnapping,
but we both know
who did the work.
Don't we?
- Reassign him.
- No.
- Hi Mike, have a seat.
Augusta, bring us some
more coffee will you?
- We've had another killing.
Another note.
Getting kinda cute ain't it?
"When the horses are
set free they run wild."
That phrase have any
significance for you?
Ring any bells?
- Should it?
- You've heard it before.
- Haven't you?
- It was pinned to
the last victim Mike.
- All right, let's stop
dancing so far apart on this.
You know as well as I do
cousin Stevie used to
say that all the time.
- Your memory's failing Jack.
The three of us called ourselves
free wild horses
when we were younger.
Are we all suspects?
- You are becoming one giant
pain in the ass younger brother.
- Four weeks, four murders,
no leads, no motives,
equals the pressure to put
the squeeze on somebody.
Anybody.
But you are not
helping us much Mike.
- And Little Red Riding
Hood turns right around
and she looked
down and she says,
"But grandma, grandma,
"what big eyes you have."
And the big bad wolf,
so so fast on it,
he looked back at the
Little Red Riding Hood
and he says, "The better
to see you with my dear."
And then Little Red Riding
Hood, one more time,
notices the teeth on
that big old bad wolf.
And that doesn't look
like her grandma's teeth.
She looks down and she says,
"But grandma, what
big teeth you have!"
And the big bad wolf looks
back at her and says,
"The better to eat..."
One second.
Will you stay here, one second.
- It's been over a week.
I thought I was more
desirable than that?
- Well I'm...
- Jack told me
where to find you.
- Oh, good old Jack.
- Well if you don't
wanna see me, I'll leave.
- No, no, no please.
Please, come on in.
I'm telling a story.
"Little Red Riding Hood."
- And you must be
the big bad wolf.
Do you believe in
love at first sight?
Well I do.
And I knew that there
was something special
between us the very first
time I ever saw you.
Why won't you let me in?
I'm knocking.
I'm knocking.
- Woo hoo!
Shit now!
Bartender, I wanna buy that
yuppie over there a drink.
And give me a double Jack
Daniels on the rocks.
- Hi Steve.
- "Hi Steve."
Hey cousin, what kind
of a greeting is that?
Get up here, I wanna
give you a hug.
Hey, what's it been,
three or four years?
- Yeah.
- You look good.
I know, I know,
I look like shit.
But I
look like this country feels.
What, with the Germans and
the Japanese kicking our ass.
And what now, the Chinese?
But you look good man.
You really do.
I'll bet it's because
you're one of the only
ones left still employed
in this wonderful country.
You still teaching?
- Yes.
- The gifted little ones?
- Yes.
- Man, you ought to
teach 12th graders Mikey.
I want you to enjoy
your work more you know.
Especially around the females.
Have you seen a 12th
grader recently?
Oh shit now.
They look like
25-year-old goddesses.
It's that damn MTV that does it.
Yo!
Are you gonna tell me?
- Tell you what?
- Tell me what a
shit you think I am
for not paying you back.
Mikey, I refuse to
drink with somebody
that's colder than
ice in my glass.
- $7,000 Steve.
What'd you do, buy drugs?
- I thought I was buying drugs,
but I ended up with enough flour
to put White Bread
out of business.
You know, it's a damn
shame that nobody
eats White Bread anymore.
But don't worry, look,
I will pay you back
it's just that times
have been kind of tough.
- It's been four years Steve.
It's okay, it's good to see ya.
But it's still been four years!
- Hey, come on man.
Don't pressure me.
I don't respond
well to pressure!
- Uh huh, okay, bye bye.
- Hello.
I don't know about
blondes having more fun,
but I have more
fun with blondes.
- So you like blondes Steve?
- Always have Mikey.
Kinda feel weird isn't it?
- Yeah.
Kinda weird.
- You didn't do it did you Mike?
- Did you?
- Me?
I can't even hit my ex-wife,
and I hate her awful.
You still didn't
answer my question.
- I hardly remember her.
Cyndi Thornburg.
Why in the hell would someone
kill someone from my past Steve?
A past I barely
remember, wanna forget.
- To get your attention.
Whew!
Jack hates me you know.
- Yep.
- Is it my fucking fault?
- You've been arrested Steve.
Jack sees in black and white.
When you have a record you
are no longer a good guy,
you are a bad guy and
you will never ever
be a good guy again.
- When the horses are set
free, they shall run wild.
Can you believe it?
Jack used that line
to bring me in today.
No offense Mike, but your
fucking brother is a liar.
- What are you talking about?
- Jack.
He brought me in
for questioning.
Six fucking hours worth
because he said
that was the note
that the killer left behind.
But my lawyer, he found
out about the real note.
- What real note?
- "Come out and
play Mikey Reid."
- Stef?
Stef.
Stef, is that you?
Stefanie?
Oh Smokey!
You scared me to death.
How'd you get in?
Man, somebody's
gonna pay tonight,
'cause girl, you are
gonna dress to kill.
Mm-hm.
- Police search warrant!
Don't do it Stevie.
- I don't need this you know.
I don't even know
why I agreed to it.
So now what?
- Oh I don't know.
Now what?
- This is great.
Look, I'll make it very
quick for both of us.
You give me a clean bill
of health for the police
and I'm out of your hair.
Sound good?
- You know, your brother
may have influenced
you to see me, but
it was your decision.
You and Jack have different
fathers, is that correct?
Tell me about yours.
- He died was very young.
I didn't know him,
he didn't know me.
- Okay, tell me
about your dreams.
- Nightmares.
- All right, tell me
about your nightmares.
- Do you have a file on me?
- Yes.
- Please, just look it up.
I'm sure it's all in there.
- You mean about your
mother and her death?
Michael, I'd like to hear
your side of the story.
You were found right
next to her body.
And you were playing
with a handgun
that your mother kept in
the house for protection
and it went off.
Is that correct?
Michael, it went
off three times.
The file report says that
at the tender age of five,
you killed your mother by
shooting her three times.
At point blank range.
- I'm waiting and ready
- Give me.
- Got a penthouse on Lakeshore.
A call girl, brutal.
Left a new note.
"Mikey Reid loves
little white trash."
Crazy huh?
- Yeah.
Crazy.
What about the stakeout
at Mike's apartment?
- No, Mike just left for school.
No one saw him leave his
apartment last night.
But there is something
else with this one.
The killer took all five
fingers of her right hand.
And it wasn't her jewelry
'cause we found the rings,
we just couldn't
find the fingers.
I think maybe she touched
him with that hand.
With those fingers.
- Maybe Lou.
Maybe.
- One black wallet,
one black comb.
One black lighter.
- Oh shit!
- Cigarettes.
Keys.
$10 bill, pair of sunglasses.
- Hey Jack!
Look, no cuffs!
You don't look too happy cous.
Maybe I better go
out and drown a puppy
just to cheer yourself up.
You know, rumor
has it there's been
another killing since
I've been in here.
I guess that blows your theory
about me being a bad guy.
- You'll be back asshole.
Losers like you always are.
- Hey, what happened
to your face Jack?
Did you cut yourself shaving?
Next time you ought
to let me do it.
- Do you come here often?
- Not anymore.
I need to tell
you about my past.
What I remember.
- I'd love to hear about it.
- It's not very pleasant.
- That's all right Michael.
I won't run away.
- And now I'm a suspect.
I don't know how or why,
but I am a major
suspect for murder.
I hope I haven't
scared you away.
- Not at all.
- I think the time has
come for you to tell me.
Don't you?
How does it start?
From the beginning.
- I'm not five years old.
I'm my age now,
I'm in this house,
a regular house on
a regular street.
It's dark.
I'm walking in the hallway.
I'm naked.
I see a door cracked open,
I stop, I hear sounds.
I slowly push the door open.
The room is a wash in
yellow, sun yellow.
A woman is on the bed, her
back is to me, she's nude.
I enter the room.
She's moving,
writhing, grunting.
She's masturbating.
Even from the back
she's gorgeous.
Blonde hair flowing.
She turns around to look at me
and it's my mother.
She looks at me and winks
and looks down at my hands.
I look down at my hands.
I now have a gun, but it's hot.
It burns my hands.
Her eyes go wide with fear.
She slides off the bed.
She's pleading with me
but I can't hear her.
She crosses toward me,
she's pleading and crying.
She screams, a gun goes off.
I scream.
Blood flows.
I look down at my hands,
the gun is too hot to hold.
I drop it to the floor.
I wake up covered with sweat.
It's always the same.
- Fuck!
- Steve Reid?
- It was closed for
renovation years ago.
Now it's actually tied
up in a legal dispute.
I was hoping to be involved
in the restoration.
Come on.
Come on!
- Mikey Reid, Mikey Reid!
Can Mikey Reid come out to play?
- So you finally found me.
- What did you yell to me?
- I didn't yell anything.
What's wrong Michael?
- I don't know.
I thought I heard
voices in the hallways.
- The hotel ghosts probably.
All the people who
never paid their bills
forced to spend eternity
wandering the empty corridors.
Hello!
Hello!
It's magnificent isn't it?
- Yes, magnificent.
- I always wanted
to be on the stage.
I think it'd be very
exciting, don't you?
Is this how she looked?
Come to mama.
- You okay?
- Great.
Yeah.
I couldn't be better.
Look what they've
done to me Mikey.
Look what they've done to me.
Why?
I don't look to good do I?
- You've looked worse.
- I'm scared Mikey.
Don't let them come in
here and get me, okay.
Please promise me that you won't
let them come in
here and get me.
- I promise you Steve, I won't.
- They wouldn't let up.
They just kept pounding
on me, you know.
I probably deserved some of it,
but they just kept
pounding on me.
- You get some rest, okay.
- Don't let 'em get to me okay.
Don't let 'em get me bro.
- I promise Steve.
You get some rest,
and I'll see ya soon.
- Barrett had him picked up
and brought in for questioning.
He was trying to get
at me through Steve.
He didn't know that Stevie and I
aren't exactly bosom buddies.
And anyway, some of the
guys in the holding tank
decided they wanted to
get to know him better.
Hey, the little bastard fought
them off for a while there.
- Losing your touch Jack?
Letting the FBI
push you around now?
Don't you get sick of the
filth around you Jack?
Doesn't it even bother you?
- Look you little dilettante,
you lead your clean
white lie of a life.
You don't hear me
preaching to you!
Yeah, my hands are dirty,
'cause I work beneath the
surface where real life is.
Lies and filth!
You show me an honest man,
I'll show you someone with
a skeleton in his closet,
maybe more than one.
- Well you should know
Jack, you should know.
- I must be in heaven.
Hello.
Tina.
I guess you're wondering
what a nice guy
like me is doing here
looking like this, right?
- All right Romeo, let's go.
- Fire guys anywhere in sight.
I'm just gonna
stand there, right?
So I head back up the escape
and the mom and the two
kids are screaming at me
to stay with them!
Saying that I had done enough.
But I must go where I am needed
so I find myself on the
sixth floor window again,
and then all of a sudden,
the next thing I realize,
I'm in the back of an ambulance.
The paramedics said
that I have saved
nine more people
before a retaining wall
gave way and buried me.
You know, the firefighters,
they got me out just in time.
I guess that only proves
that every good deed
always comes back around.
Sometimes sooner than you think.
You know, you have the most
beautiful blonde hair Tina.
- Straight!
Ooh, fire.
- Pay me.
- I don't understand.
- Pay me.
That's what you want isn't it?
Your own whore tonight.
Pay me.
And every fantasy is yours.
- Fractured skull, broken nose,
shattered cheekbone,
possibly blindness in one eye,
three broken ribs.
Bottom line, he's in a coma,
and the feebies want blood.
Your blood Jack.
They'll spare no
expense on this one.
And I will not allow you to drag
this department down with you.
I need the truth.
Did you do it?
I need the truth.
- No, I didn't do it.
- Then catch me a killer.
- Jack.
- Some things are best
left unsaid partner.
- Here ya go.
- Oh Christ!
They think I'm a junkie?
Lou, there's enough
sugar in this thing
to keep me strung
out for a week!
- It's the same as
it ever was Jack.
And we've been coming
here for years.
Nothing's changed buddy.
- Do you ever wish you
were somewhere else Lou?
Or somebody else even.
- No.
- I've been on the
force 23 years,
but this case,
this case has got me stumped.
And for the first time since
I was a kid I'm scared.
- You mean about Mike?
- I mean, how would
I know the truth
even though I saw it?
We were never really that close.
You know, the way brothers
are supposed to be.
I mean hell Lou, you're
more like a brother to me.
But we're family.
You can't separate that.
Even if you wanted to sometimes.
- Mike is no killer Jack.
- If he has to get arrested,
I want to be the
one to bring him in.
Let the other guys
know that will you?
- Sure Jack, I'll let 'em know.
- I'm coming.
Coming.
Relax will ya, I'm coming!
- Hey, you look a little rough
around the edges
this morning Mike.
You have a bad night?
Where were you last night?
We got another dead
body who wants to know.
Take a look around Lou.
- Sure Jack.
- Procedure.
- Procedure?
Like when you put
Barrett into a coma?
- Family's gotta
stick together Mike.
- Jack, we may be brothers,
but I don't like you.
I don't like your job,
your style, your habits.
And Jack, you never
liked me either.
If you had a single
shred of evidence
you would've arrested me by now.
- Where were you last night?
- He was with me.
- This is cute.
This is very cute.
Willing to testify in court?
- Yes.
- Come on Jack, let's go.
- Thanks for coming
on such short notice.
I wanna make up.
I wanna apologize
about this morning.
We made an arrest today.
A drifter.
Can you believe it?
His name is Michael Reid.
Charlotte, two more!
- Sit down.
- We'll celebrate.
It's gonna be a
great night tonight.
Come on Charlotte!
- Mike.
You know I love you don't you?
Don't you?
I never believed for one
minute you killed those women.
You gotta believe me.
Come on, don't ya?
- You don't even know me Jack.
- Well that's not
my fault, is it?
You've changed Mike!
- Thank God!
- What the hell
was that, a laugh?
Humor?
This is a great day!
Charlotte!
Charlotte!
My baby brother just laughed!
Call the newspaper!
And bring us two more!
♪ There was a wild ♪
♪ Colonial boy ♪
♪ Jack Duggan was his name ♪
- Thank ya darlin'!
♪ He was born and reared ♪
♪ In Ireland ♪
♪ In a place called
Castlemaine ♪
♪ He was his father's only son ♪
♪ His mother's pride and joy ♪
♪ And dearly did
his parents love ♪
♪ This wild colonial boy ♪
- What are you doing?
- Hey, I like this stuff.
This brother stuff.
We're brothers Mikey.
It's not my fault.
- She's really
something isn't she?
At least she was for me.
- Who?
- Don't play dumb, Jessica.
She's a great lay right?
- You and her?
- Hey, I did it for you.
She's one of the
best I ever had.
Geez Mike, I meant
for you to fuck her
not fall in love with her.
Hey, hey!
Don't do something stupid!
- You passed her onto me!
Why?
- She saw your picture,
she thought you were cute.
Besides, you needed
someone to loosen you up!
Hey Mike, Mike, wait!
I'm the designated driver!
- Where are you now?
- I'm watching her.
She's on the bed
moving up and down.
- Now don't look down.
Do you hear me?
Don't look at your hands,
only look at your mother.
- She turns and winks at me.
She slides off the bed
moving toward me, smiling.
I'm scared.
I'm scared of her, I...
I put my hand up
to keep her away.
She grabs it and
pulls me to her.
A gun goes off!
But I don't have the gun!
I don't have the gun!
- Look around you, is
anybody else there?
- Mikey Reid.
Mikey Reid.
- Are you all right?
Michael!
- Mike, are you okay Mike?
I got some bad news.
That drifter isn't
our killer Mike.
His name isn't even Mike Reid.
And second, Mike we
gotta talk about Jack.
Mike! Mike!
Mike!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Coming!
Yeah, come right in Mike!
- Why Jack?
I don't understand why.
- To get to the other side!
- This isn't a joke!
Did they hurt ya?
Did they remind you of mom?
Did they want money from ya?
- Hey, hey!
- Most of the victims were
prostitutes weren't they?
- I'll call you later
sweetheart, all right.
- Mom used to do it
for money sometimes,
that's what you told me.
- Yeah that's what I told you
'cause it's true.
- What do you know about truth?
You killed 'em, you killed her!
And you wanted to make
me believe that I did it.
I saw the smoking gun Jack!
- The smoking gun.
- They remind you of mom?
All of them?
You killed them all.
And you tried to frame
Steve for it didn't ya?
But it didn't work.
- Listen asshole, I
didn't kill mom, you did.
If I wanted to frame a loser
like Steve, I'd just do it.
- And that drifter
you picked up?
He's not your man, you
coming after me now?
What was it like
killing your own mother?
- I've been waiting
on this one Mikey.
- You have reached the voicemail
for Detective Lou Cone.
Please leave your message.
- Lou.
This is Michael Reid.
- Jessica.
- Let me have this Michael.
- Guess what?
Guess what?
- I give up.
- I'm getting married again.
- Congratulations.
Who's the unlucky gal?
- My nurse.
- I'm getting married also.
- Come on, who would marry you?
- My interior decorator.
- Woo, shit now!
You know, it's kinda weird how
things turned out isn't it?
- Yeah, kinda weird.
- I lost enough
sleep over this Pat.
It's deeper than you know.
- Lou, come on,
it makes no sense.
- None of it makes sense!
- The killer used plastic
gloves on every kill.
Jack had none.
Not even in his apartment.
- Jack was coming
apart at the seams.
- The killer used a butchers
knife, not a kitchen knife.
- The killer used a knife.
- So Jack goes to Jessica's
apartment to kill her
but doesn't use the butcher's
knife or plastic gloves?
- Yeah.
- I mean, Jack had her
- kitchen knife in his
hand for Christ sake.
- Yeah, he sure did.
- Well aren't you forgetting
about the two alibi witnesses.
Two witnesses say
that Jack was nowhere
near the scene of the crime.
- The two witnesses
were a couple of
Jack's low-life snitches.
Look, Jack is dead.
It's been six months.
There haven't been
any other killings.
- You buy off on that?
- The case is closed Pat.
That's the way they
want it upstairs.
- Yeah right.
- Copycat?
Pat, I want you to go downtown
and look through every file on
those Jack Stillman murders.
Maybe I missed something.
- You got it Lou.
Jack.
- Sorry Lou.
Dug it up personal.
The department misplaced it.
You're not gonna
believe what you read.
- Lou!
- Hello Mike.
- Trouble?
- Mike, this is my
partner, Pat Lasen.
Jack always said you had the
brains in the family Mike.
Is Jessica home?
- No, she's away this
morning on a seminar, why?
- Mike, can we
sit down a minute?
We wanna ask you some questions.
Mike, did you know that
Jessica changed her name?
- What?
Her real name is
Lisa Anne Miller.
She used to live
directly behind you
when you were a kid.
You used to play with her.
- Mikey Reid, Mikey Reid!
- Michael Reid, you stay
away from that window.
- Mikey Reid, Mikey Reid!
I love you Mikey
Reid, do you love me?
- I warned you about
coming around here
you little dirty white trash!
- Can Mikey Reid
come out to play?
- Go home Lisa Anne!
- Come Mikey Reid
come out to play?
- You little loud mouth!
Go home and leave us alone!
- Can Mikey Reid
come out to play?
Can Mikey Reid come out to play?
- Lisa Anne is a dirty
little white trash picker!
♪ Lisa Anne is a dirty
little white trash picker ♪
♪ Lisa Anne is a dirty
little white trash picker ♪
- Can Mikey Reid
come out to play?
Can Mikey Reid come out to play?
- Lisa Anne is a dirty
little white trash picker!
- Mikey Reid, Mikey Reid!
I love you Mikey
Reid, do you love me?
- Jessica Anne, Lisa
Anne are one in the same.
Jack ran a file on her.
I don't know why
he didn't tell me,
but he didn't go there
that night to kill her.
He went there to
get a confession.
He went there to confront her.
Maybe that's why he
picked up the knife.
We may be able to tie her
to your first wife's death.
- The hit and run driver,
the one nobody could locate?
She was a woman matching
Jessica's description.
- Now I know this
sounds crazy Mike,
but she may have been
stalking you all these years.
She went to the same
university you did.
Did you know that?
No.
And her private
practice was a block
away from where
you taught school,
but she never
identified herself.
- I love you Michael Reid
and I won't ever let
anyone take you away.
You love me too?
- Whoa Mike!
Hold it back!
- Michael, what's going on?
- Are you Lisa Anne Miller?
- Michael, I don't understand.
- Are you Lisa Anne Miller!
- Michael, you're
not making sense.
- Are you Lisa Anne Miller!
- I'll be whoever
you want me to be.
- Jack was right
about you wasn't he?
Why would you hurt me?
- Michael, please,
you don't understand.
- I killed my brother for you.
Did you kill my wife?
- Don't destroy us Michael.
- Did you kill my mother?
Did you kill my mother!
- I won't let anyone take
you away from me Mikey Reid!
- Well, that's my story
and it's the truth.
The whole truth and
nothing but the truth,
so help me God!
- Uh-uh, don't want
no more dreams.
Uh-uh, no more dreams
about no city lights.
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
Did I ever tell you
I was in the circus.
Yes in the circus.
Uh-huh, just gonna mop this
floor clean as a whistle.
Clean as a whistle.
- Now, this next patient
is of particular interest.
He's a paranoid schizophrenic.
At the tender of age of
five, he killed his mother.
Shot her three times
point blank range.
As to why, well we're
still a long way
from finding that out.
And instead of dealing
with his healthy
feelings of guilt and
shame over the murder,
he continues to
mask his feelings
in complex misogynistic stories.
Stories that try to explain
how his mothers murder
may have happened.
But let's give him credit.
Anyone who would make me
the detective in a story
certainly has a
nimble imagination.
- I believe the villain in his
last story was you Jessica.
- After he concocts
these stories
he retreats briefly
into a sort of
semi-catatonic state.
And while in that
state, he only responds
to the most child-like advances.
Michael Reid.
Can you come out to play?