Murderlust (1985) - full transcript
A Sunday school teacher/security guard named Steve is a vicious serial killer who is strangling innocent women and dumping their bodies in the desert.
(eerie music)
- Steve.
Steve.
Steve.
Steve.
(laughing)
It's about time
you woke up, guy.
Oh, Steve.
- Dude was thinking
of that pussy.
- Hey, she's all yours for
the right price, Steve-o.
- [Man] I haven't
seen her here before.
- [Man] She's new
in town Skiddo.
- [Skiddo] And how do you know?
- She told me.
Personally.
- What was she like?
- Find out for yourself, Sweet.
If you got any balls.
Hey what's with that boy?
- Ah, it's that
time of the month.
Hey, Wolf, how
'bout another round?
- Yeah, why not?
- Alright, so
where is the badge?
- What?
- Oh, I know you're a cop.
You look like a cop.
So, where's the badge?
- I'm not a cop, baby.
I'm the doc.
I punish people.
- Kinky, huh?
- Well, see, I'm a
special kinda customer
with special kind of needs.
Got more where that comes from.
If you think you
can handle the job.
- Maybe.
- Tell ya what, my van's
parked right out front.
Meet ya out there in
a couple of minutes.
- Couple minutes?
- Yeah, don't let me down, now.
(rock music)
(belches)
That's intelligent.
That's the most
intelligent thing
you've said to me all night.
- That was a quick trick.
- Yeah, well, she's
a little expensive.
I don't have to spend
that kinda money
on a lady when I
can get it for free.
- Oh, where's the shovel?
It's gettin' a little
bit thick around here.
- I think I'm gonna go, guys.
(laughing)
- No, you're not.
Everyone's going to my place.
I got a cold case on ice
and the old lady's gone.
- No, no, I'm gonna
pass on that tonight.
- I don't believe it.
The first time
Wolf offers to buy
and Steve turns him down.
- Yeah, I know, I know.
Steve is a good
little church boy.
He has to get up
early on Sundays.
Ain't that right, Stevie?
- Yeah, well,
somebody's gotta pray
for you poor bastards.
- Count me out of
your prayers, Stevie.
I wanna go to hell
with all my friends,
ain't that right, boys?
Now, go on, goodie two shoes.
We got some serious
drinkin' to do, here.
(belches)
(rock music)
- Damn bitch.
(heels clacking)
Thought you run
away from me, huh?
I wouldn't have liked that.
You're really askin'
for it, aren't ya?
What's this?
- Take it.
I, uh,
I can't do what you want.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait a second.
What's the matter?
Look, I'm sorry.
Let me explain
something to ya, okay?
What I said inside,
I didn't mean it.
It was just a put on, okay?
I didn't mean to scare ya.
- No, you didn't scare me.
Just don't get into the
kinky stuff, got it?
- I got it, okay.
So, what are you gonna do?
I'm payin'.
- No, I know guys like you.
You can't get it up
unless you got somebody
tied up and half
scared to death.
No, thanks.
I had my fill with the
last guy I shacked up with.
- Hey, wait a second.
Do I look the kinda guy that's
gonna hurt somebody, huh?
- Look, there are a lot
of girls around here.
And some of 'em get into
your type of action.
So, why me?
- I like your smile.
- Oh, gimme a break.
- Hey, I'll tell ya what.
I'll give ya fifty
dollars, okay,
for a blow-job.
That's nice and easy money, hmm?
- You're really
desperate aren't you?
So, why don't you beg me?
Go on, get on your
knees and beg.
- Hundred dollars, baby.
Ten minutes easy work.
- Looks like I'm not the
only sucker 'round here.
I can use this.
I've got another mouth to feed.
- What, do you got a kid?
- What difference does it make?
- I'm just curious.
- Yeah, the father left
me holdin' the bag,
now I gotta do crap like
this to make ends meet.
So, where do you wanna do this?
- What's the matter?
Don't ya like the kid?
- What's with you?
A kid's a kid.
They're all pains in the butt.
Be a lot better off
if he had come along.
Wouldn't have to put up
with people like you.
Come on, let's get
this over with.
(heels clacking)
Where, in the back?
- No, no, no, hey
I tell ya what.
I got another place,
little more private, okay?
- No, no I'm going anywhere.
- Wait a second, wait a second.
Hey, it's just around
the corner, okay?
After all, I gave ya a
hundred dollars, right?
Besides, we've got people
walking out to their cars.
- Okay.
(slams)
(slams)
(engine puttering)
(ominous music)
Now I can finally
get this over with.
- You know, he really
couldn't help being born.
- Are you on my kid, again?
What the hell's wrong with you?
My kid's my own damn business.
Oh, I knew it.
I knew it, it's as
limp as a wet noodle.
- Well, why don't
you turn around?
Give me a few seconds, huh?
- You gotta get
yourself started?
I guess I've seen it all.
I just thought of something.
You aren't gay are you?
(laughing)
- You know, you got a big mouth.
- You can just fill it up if
you can get your thing to work.
(thuds)
- What happened to your
big mouth, baby, huh?
(whimpering)
I hope I didn't hit
ya too hard, you know?
'Cause there's some
things I gotta tell ya,
you know what I mean?
Bet you're
frightened, aren't ya?
- Please, don't (crying).
- Please, please,
don't what, huh?
- Don't hurt me!
- Don't hit you, is
that what you said?
Don't hit you?
No, I promise I won't hit you.
(crying)
I'm gonna kill you.
- No, no!
I'll do anything!
- Anything?
Anything just ain't enough.
Don't scratch so hard, baby.
Doors locked.
Come on, baby.
You really wanna live.
Give me a good reason
why you wanna live, baby.
Pick a reason.
- My--
- Huh, my, my, my what?
Come on.
- My child needs me.
- Aw, no, no, he could
do a lot better off
without you.
Aw, now I have your life
in my hands totally.
Oh.
(moaning)
(ominous music)
God, it's gonna be late.
Now you can join the others.
(choir music)
- Oh, gross.
- Shhh, get to work.
- Sorry, I'm a little
tired this morning.
How's everybody doin'
on their assignment?
(groaning)
- Little too much
late night activity?
- Alright, is everybody
about finished?
- No, I'm not.
I'm stuck on this
word, right here.
- What word, John?
- Begat.
- John, why don't
you just concentrate
on your assignment?
- Does begat mean the
same thing as F U?
(laughing)
- John, I'm warning
you, that's it.
Alright, come on.
Everybody hand in
your assignments.
- I'm not finished.
- I didn't ask you
to write a novel.
- [Kevin] I'm done.
- Alright, Kevin, I'll tell
ya what we're gonna do.
I want each one
of you to explain
what you've written today, okay?
We're gonna start with
one of you at a time.
You're gonna stand
up and explain
what you have on your paper.
- Oh, wow, we get to
hear Kevin's commandment.
Thou shalt not be a nerd.
(laughing)
- Tell ya what, I think we're
gonna start with Debbie.
- I didn't write one.
- [Steve] Why not?
- She drew one.
- Give it back.
- Give it to me, John.
- No, give it back.
- Debbie hand it over right now.
Come on.
- No.
- Debbie.
- No.
- Hand it over right now.
Come on.
- It's no big deal.
- [Debbie] Pretty good
likeness, don't you think?
(laughing)
- Alright, Debbie.
Let's go.
We're going to the office.
- No, we're not.
- Come on, we're going
to the office right now.
Right now!
- Okay.
Okay, okay.
Look, I don't why you're making
such a big deal
about this anyway.
- Let's go.
Come on.
Outside the door, let's go.
I'll be right with you.
- It's just a picture
of a big prick like you.
(children laughing)
- [Steve] Debbie shut up
and wait outside that door.
- She's right, you know.
- Tonya, you know
you could be next.
Alright, now listen up.
I'm gonna have to
get another teacher
to come in here, so I
want you to keep writing
your assignments and I
want everybody to be quiet
until the teacher gets here.
Is that understood?
- [Kevin] Mmm hmmm.
- What's wrong with you, anyway?
- You're makin' a big
deal out of nothing.
- Nothing.
You call this nothing?
Where'd you learn how to
draw things like this?
- From a book.
- You know, you are
nothin' but a little whore.
- Hey, you can't
talk to me like that.
- You know, you can get
yourself into a lot of trouble.
God knows everything
that we do, everything.
What must He think of you now?
- God is big drag, and
He doesn't exist anyway.
- The rate you're
going with your life,
by the time you're 16
years old you're gonna be
nothing but a common
street walker.
- Who do you think
you are, anyway?
- Just shut up.
You're coming with me.
- I'm gonna get you for this.
(heels clacking)
- Steve.
- How do you do, Mrs. Wexler?
- Oh, very well, thank you.
I hear you're doing
a terrific job
in the Sunday school department.
- Thank you.
- Coffee?
- No, thank you, not right now.
As a matter of fact,
I'm having trouble
with one of my students.
I'm looking for a parent.
- Well, it's hard
to believe any child
would give you any problems.
- Thank you for saying so.
By the way, you
didn't happen to see
a Mr. and Mrs.
Schultz this morning?
- Oh, Mr. Schultz
just passed by here
a few minutes ago.
There he is.
That's the gentleman
in the brown jacket.
- Oh, good, thank you very much.
- Mmm hmmm.
- Excuse me, Mr. Schultz?
- Yes.
- I'm Steve Belmont, Debbie's
Sunday school teacher.
- Oh, I'm pleased to meet you.
- Pleased to meet you, sir.
- Don't tell me
she's in trouble?
- Well, sort of.
May I see you in the
Christian ed office
just for a minute?
- Certainly, excuse me, please.
Alright, what did she do now?
- Maybe I'd better discuss
this with you in private.
- Must be bad.
- In class today, we
were discussing the
Ten Commandments and I
assigned a commandment
to each student.
I asked them to write
on how the commandment
would affect their
modern-day living.
When I asked your daughter
for her assignment,
she informed me that she
didn't write anything.
She drew this instead.
I'm sorry I had to show you.
- What kind of a
girl have I raised?
How could you have
done such a thing?
- I didn't do it.
- I want you to go over
there and apologize
to Mr. Belmont.
- No, I won't.
- I want you to do it now.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, what?
- I'm sorry, Mr. Belmont.
- That's alright, Debbie.
As long as you always
remember who is in control,
you'll stay out of trouble.
- Let's go.
- That was a strange
comment you made.
What do you mean,
"Who's in control?"
- Why, God, of course.
Who did you think I meant?
Come on, let's go
have some coffee
before it's all gone.
(ominous music)
- Lovely wardrobe.
So, uh, listen.
Do you mind if I
turn on the radio?
Fine, go right ahead.
Make yourself at home.
(pop music)
♪ I'm in the middle
of a lot of things ♪
♪ And my head is hiding
halfway underground
♪ Almost always isn't
black and white ♪
♪ After all, gray matters
make the world go 'round
♪ Don't try to use me
Oh, hey.
Where are you?
Come on.
Let's go.
I don't wanna be here all day.
♪ So you know I'd vote it down
♪ I'd always vote it down
- Change the channel, baby.
Gimme some new music.
- Whatever, it's your party.
Okay, how's this?
- Oh, I like this one.
- Ah!
♪ To know the real you
♪ The awful truth could
make a liar of my dreams
♪ Killing me to
know the real you ♪
♪ And I heard your voice
♪ From behind the closed door
♪ And I heard your voice
(knocking)
♪ From behind the closed door
(knocking)
♪ And I heard your voice
♪ From the behind
the closed door ♪
(knocking)
♪ And I heard--
- [Steve] What the
hell you doin' here?
I thought you were
gonna be gone all day.
- Nice to see you too, cousin.
- Yeah, what do you want?
Come barging into my house
'cause you live next door.
- Well, I wound up
having the afternoon off.
I'd thought I'd get
a few things done.
Gonna be doing some laundry,
so I'm going to get those
towels that I lent you.
- Hey, don't worry about it.
I'll bring 'em back.
- [Neil] Alright,
I'm already here.
- I said I'll bring
'em back to you.
Come on, hurry up.
Get out of there.
- Oh, where's the
washcloth I lent you?
- I'll bring it over to you.
Don't worry about it.
- [Neil] What is
the matter with you?
- [Steve] I've got a headache.
Come on, let's go.
Just get out.
- Sounds more like
you're on your period.
Listen, the next time I
lend these things to you,
be sure you get them
back to me before--
- Yeah, don't worry about it.
Goodbye, Neil.
- You're welcome.
- [Steve] Close the
door on the way out.
(slams)
(smacking)
(whistling)
- What's in the can, goose?
- Trash.
I got trash, Neil.
Lotta trash.
- Where are you going with it?
- To the dump.
To the dump, Neil.
- Today is Sunday.
- Yeah, I got a place.
I got a special
place I dump it off.
- Oh, you're taking trash?
Well, listen, I've
got some at my place--
- No, no, I don't
have any room, Neil.
Do me a favor and get on the
other end and push, will ya?
- I've been cutting--
- Push, Neil.
- I've been cutting flowers.
I'm not dressed for this--
- Neil, get down there and push.
- What the hell do you have--
- It's trash, Neil.
It's filled with trash.
Now get down there and push.
Come on.
- Oh, alright.
My god, what the hell do
you have in this thing?
- Oh, I got a lot
of trash, Neil.
- You must have an entire
apartment in that thing.
- Yeah, I do.
I do.
See ya, Neil.
- Sure you won't let
me give you any--
(slams)
(ominous music)
- Boy, you girls sure are
stinkin' up the place.
Whoo!
Ah!
Whoo!
(zipping)
(eerie music)
God, I love the desert.
Right, girls?
(engine puttering)
'Sup, Neil?
- Where have you been?
- Out for a drive.
- You're plastered and
you've been driving?
- Oh, bug off!
- What did you say?
- I said (clinking).
- [Neil] The realtor was by.
- [Steve] Oh, are we selling?
- [Neil] Seems you're
behind in your rent, again.
- Yeah, and you, you
gave him a good excuse.
You thought of a
real nice one for me,
didn't ya (mumbles).
Appreciate that, buddy.
- No, I didn't even think
of a bad excuse for you.
- Oh, good, good.
- Listen, I'm sick and tired
of covering up for you.
- Oh, come on, Neil.
Do me big favor, will you?
Close the door on the way out.
- You think I'm kidding.
- I know you're not kidding.
- I don't know what's
the matter with you.
You've got a decent job.
It's not like you
can't afford it.
(belches)
- Oh, god!
- Well, this is it, cuz.
From now on, I'm not
covering for you.
My god, you are
pathetic human being.
(engine humming)
(slams)
(heels clacking)
(knocking)
- Good morning, Steve.
So good to see you.
I do hope you're feeling better.
- I wrote the check yesterday.
You should get it in
the mail tomorrow.
- Three biggest
lies in the world.
I'll always love you, I
won't cum in your mouth
and the check's in the mail.
- Alright, I'll write
ya a damn check.
- May I come in?
- No.
(ringing)
Hello?
Yes.
Oh, yes, how are you?
Sure, put him on.
- [Caller] Steve, how are you?
- Fine, sir, fine, and you sir?
- [Caller] Fine, thank you.
I'll get right to the point.
I don't wanna make
you late for work.
- No, that's alright.
- [Caller] Could you
meet me in my office
tomorrow evening
about eight o'clock?
- [Steve] Sure, sure.
Mind telling me what's it about?
- [Caller] Well, I
really would like to talk
about it in person.
- Yeah, whatever you say.
- [Caller] And please
don't worry about it.
It's just a problem
that's cropped up
that I'd like to nip in the bud.
Hey, listen, we all think
you're doing a fine job.
- Thank you.
- [Caller] See ya
tomorrow evening.
- Yeah, 'til then.
You know you can be the biggest
pain in the ass sometimes.
- Why, thank you,
just doing my job.
(ripping)
- Here's your damn check.
Get outta here.
I'm late for work as it is.
- This take care
of last month's.
What about this one?
- Look, the truth is, I'm a
little overextended right now.
If you don't mind, I
get paid on Thursday.
You'll get your check on Friday.
- I'll be here first
thing Friday morning.
You better have a check for me.
Otherwise, I'm gonna give
you your three-day notice
to pay up or quit
and that means leave.
(heels clacking)
- Alright, alright,
I know, I'm late.
- Well, well, dinglemoth.
What's the excuse this time?
- Don't call me that.
- Was your wake-up call late?
You had to wait for
breakfast in bed, right?
Just a minute, dinglemoth.
I'm writin' ya up for this one.
- What?
For being five minutes late?
- It's 20 minutes late and
this is not the first time.
- Couple other times.
- 11 times in the last 2 months.
This is 12.
- We'll see what the
union has to say about it.
- I don't think
your union's gonna
bail you out on this one.
Plan on taking
tomorrow off, no pay.
I'll just finish this up and
bring it out for you to sign.
Now get your butt out there.
- I don't why I put up
with stinkin' job anyway.
I got a college degree, which
is a lot more than you got.
- Why don't you get another job?
You're not breakin' my heart.
If it wasn't for the union,
you'd have been fired
a long time ago.
Just keep this in mind.
This is your second write up.
Three's a charm.
(huffs)
(slams)
- [Radio Announcer]
Hey gang, Mad Manville
coming at ya from QBLA.
You still have a half hour
commercial-free rock yet
so don't go anywhere.
That last song was
Behind the Door
by The Ambassadors of Now.
Can you believe those lyrics?
It's killing me to
know the real you.
Hey, I'm tellin' you,
it's killin' L.A.
to know the real
Mojave Murderer.
How about that?
Nine bodies found in
one place and dig this.
They were all
ladies of the night.
I can see it now.
Hey, sweetie, want a date?
(choking)
I guess they got all choked up
when they saw his equipment.
(heels clacking)
(eerie music)
(clinking)
(clinking)
(ominous music)
- Hi there.
- Hi.
- Didn't mean to scare ya.
- No, you didn't scare me.
You just can't be too careful
these days what with
a killer on the loose.
- What?
Do I look like a murderer?
- No, you don't.
You look like a knight
in shining armor
here to help a
damsel in distress.
No, I knew I could trust you.
You don't know why, do you?
- No, I don't know why.
Why, should I, why?
- I don't think I'll tell you.
I think I'll give you a
little time to figure it out.
- I got it.
Must be my face,
that innocent look
everybody trusts, right?
(chuckling)
- Yeah, right.
But that's only part of it.
- Hey, looks like you got
some engine trouble here, huh?
- Yeah, I don't
know what happened.
I was just driving
along and the radio
got weaker and weaker and
then the engine just died.
- Wow, sounds like a bad
alternator, something like that.
You know, I really don't
know that much about engines.
Tell you what I could do.
I could give you
a lift someplace.
- Could you?
Really?
Let me just get my purse
and lock up the car, okay?
- [Steve] Sure thing.
- K, I'm ready.
Could you take me to my house?
- Sure thing.
- Oh, great.
(ominous music)
- Say, listen, I
promised a friend of mine
I'd pick some things up
for him this afternoon.
Could I do that
before I drop you off?
I have to get there
before closing time.
- No sweat.
I just really appreciate
everything you're doing for me.
- Yeah, right, everything.
(ominous music)
(engine puttering)
- Sure looks deserted.
I think we missed him.
- Well, I have a key.
I have to hurry up and get in
now before the alarm gets set.
- [Cheryl] What could your
friend possibly want here?
- [Steve] Tools.
He wants his tools.
- Do you give up?
- What?
- [Cheryl] Do you wanna know why
I thought I could trust you?
- Look, I'm, I'm really
not one for games.
- [Cheryl] The church.
(thuds)
- Ah!
- [Cheryl] What was that?
- Uh, nothing.
I just have to return this
before I get the other tools.
- I hope I didn't cause that.
- No.
What did you say
about the church?
- Oh.
I, I know you from the church.
I was kind of hoping
you'd recognize me.
I sort of had a crush
on you in high school.
- [Steve] What's your name?
- Oh, I'm sorry, Cheryl.
But it's not gonna
help you very much.
- You know, this may sound bad,
but I can't place your
name or your face.
- Well, it's really hard
admitting this sorta thing, but
I've kinda admired
you from a distance.
It's real funny.
I would have given my right
arm to have talked to you.
It's so simple now, but
I really did avoid you.
- Well, that explains it.
It's not silly, it's
not silly at all.
- Well, thanks for saying so.
So, you gonna get these tools?
- No, no, it's a
little late, anyway.
- I'm sorry.
I sat here gabbing and you
didn't get what you wanted.
- No, that's okay.
I got something else instead.
A secret admirer.
(eerie music)
(engine puttering)
- Thanks a lot.
I really appreciate this.
Listen, I'm gonna
make it up to you.
I'm gonna have you over
for dinner or something.
- Yeah, don't put yourself out.
Just start coming to
church again, okay?
I'm there every Sunday.
- I will.
Still gonna have
you over for dinner.
Bye.
(engine puttering)
(eerie music)
♪ Chris told me
♪ She up and said
♪ My home bigger than yours
♪ Ship sailed in and
ship sailed out ♪
♪ One of the sporty crew
♪ Sitting on me
♪ She up and said
♪ My home bigger than yours
♪ Ship sailed in and
ship sailed out ♪
♪ One of the sporty crew
(bells tolling)
- Steve, how are you?
- Good, feel fine.
How you doin'?
- Great, great.
- Alright, so
what's the mystery?
- No mystery, I just wanted a
chance to talk to you first.
- Mr. Schultz is in my study.
Now, I hate to be
blunt, but I don't know
how else to tell you this.
Schultz's daughter
has accused you of,
God, it's hard to say the words,
well, she's accused you of
touching her in a wrong way.
- What?
- I know, I know, I
couldn't believe it either.
As long as I've known you,
as well as I know you,
there's no possible way.
- What do I do?
You know I wouldn't
do a thing like that.
- I know that.
I think even Mr. Schultz
deep down knows it too.
But it's very important
that you tell him.
- Yes, but will he believe me?
- Well, I've asked Marene
Wexler and Richard Blum
to join us.
They'll act as character
witnesses, so to speak.
Now, I don't mean to say
that you're on trial.
- Sure.
- Above all, we
must remember that
Debbie is a deeply
disturbed girl.
She needs our help and we must
assure her father that
we're here to help.
- Yes, I agree.
- Let's go in.
You all know Steve.
Mr. Schultz, I've
asked Mrs. Wexler
and Mr. Blum to join
us so that they can
shed some light on
Steve's character.
Well, shall we begin?
- I'm sorry Steve.
- Well, that's alright.
You did what you
felt you had to do.
I don't blame you.
- Debbie's lied to me before.
This time she was so convincing.
I didn't know what to believe.
- I'm only happy
to come down here
and try and help
resolve this matter.
- Steve.
You know what Debbie
has accused you of.
Now, please don't
be offended, but
I need to ask you this
question point blank.
Did you do what
she accused you of?
- No, absolutely not.
I wouldn't dream of
doing such a thing.
- Alright, that's good.
That's fine, Steve.
That's what we all needed
to hear for ourselves.
Now, I'd, um, I'd like
to play devil's advocate
for a moment if you don't mind.
Why would Debbie risk
telling such a big lie?
You see what I mean?
I mean, an outside
observer would find it
very hard to believe
that such a young girl
could make up a story like that.
- Well, that's a tough one
to answer, Reverend Lymen.
But I do think I have a theory.
What we have here is a
girl with a very low sense
of self-worth, at least that's
what I've noticed lately.
I think that Debbie has
been reaching for something
to boost her self-esteem.
I think she's found
that something.
A sexual involvement with a boy.
Well, at least, that's
what I've noticed recently.
In light of the picture
that Debbie drew
in Sunday school last Sunday,
I think that holds my theory up.
- And her accusations about you?
- I must admit I'm a
little stricter than,
than I should be and if that's
the case, I do apologize.
I think that I was a
little harsh with Debbie
last Sunday and that's
probably the reason
why she did what she did.
- Please, feel free
to chime right in.
You're input would
be most valuable.
- Well, I'd like to
say something if I may.
I find it incredibly
difficult to believe that
anyone could level such charges
at Steve, of all people.
He's a very sensitive
and caring person.
Why, the youth of our church
respond to him very well
and I know they must
fully trust him.
As a matter of fact, he's
applied to be the head
of the Adolescent Crisis
Unit, which the outreach
board is about to start up.
He's our prime
candidate for the job.
- Let me add here that Steve's
been a Sunday school teacher
for five years now, and
I can say as chairman
of the Christian
education board,
he's one of our finest teachers.
- Let me add an
observation of my own.
Steve here has done
more to bolster
the youth activities
of this church
than anyone I know.
- Everything you say is true.
My daughter's such
a vicious liar.
She'd do anything to
destroy a person's life.
I'm sorry, Steve, for the
trouble my family's caused you.
- Consider it forgotten.
And please do tell
Debbie that I forgive her
and that I sincerely
wish that she continues
coming to church on Sunday.
- Your forgiveness is far
more than she deserves.
You try to raise
a family the best,
and then (weeping).
- Dinglemoth.
Enjoy your day off?
- Only a lowlife like
you would rub that in,
but since you asked, I got a
lot accomplished yesterday.
Thank you very much.
- It's my pleasure.
- Really?
I have another job lined up.
One that requires
sensitivity, intellect,
knowledge of other
people, three departments
that you seem to be lacking in.
- God, you're a pain in
the butt, dinglemoth.
Gonna be a pleasure
to see you leave.
- I'll oblige you soon enough.
- Not soon enough for my liking.
Now, get the hell out there
and remember, I'm watching.
(bell rings)
(galloping)
- [Angela] Yes, fine, thank you.
- [Joe] Okay, tell
me what happened.
- Well, first, let
me say, Mr. Turner,
I really think there
shouldn't be someone
like this creature at
the Association Day
and John is livid, let
me tell you, he is livid.
Now--
- Wes, Joe, ma'am.
- Belmont.
I believe you have
met Mrs. Titer.
- We met this afternoon.
- Yeah, it's about that
meeting this afternoon
that we're having this one.
Just hold on.
Please go on, Angela.
- Well, I was going to
see John and I was late,
as usual and, well,
you know how John is
when you're late (chuckling).
And so I was rushing
through the gate.
- She almost ran me over.
- That's not true, and
I'm not surprised that um,
Mr.--
- Belmont, Steve Belmont.
- Belmont thought that
because when he breathed
on me, when he spoke to
me, he reeked of beer.
- No, no, no.
See, what happened was,
she had an expired permit
on her car, first of all.
Second of all, a guy
come runnin' through
just a couple cars
before and he had beer
inside his car and he
threw it inside of my cage
and got it on me.
- I would prefer to
think that Mr., um--
- [Steve] Belmont,
Steve Belmont.
- Whatever was drinking because
when I got out of my car,
he threw me up against my car.
- He physically--
- [Angela] Physically threw me
up against the car--
- That's a lie.
- And he said, "I
hope someone like
"the Mojave Murderer gets you.
"You bitch."
- Why doesn't this
surprise me, Wes?
I think we can talk now, huh?
Thanks a lot, we'll
be right back.
We just have to take care
of this business, okay?
Just one second, you'll be fine.
Behave yourself.
- You're dead.
- What did you say?
- I said you're one dead bitch.
- Joe!
- What's happened?
- [Angela] He
threatened me again.
I'm calling John.
- [Joe] What the hell did--
- I didn't say a word.
I didn't do a thing.
- You know, you're one
big screw up, Belmont.
Guys like you give
the union a bad name.
Told Joe he can do
whatever he needs to.
Yeah, and Joe just decided
that's warning number three.
Thanks a lot, dinglemoth.
This is big day for me.
Tomorrow's your last day.
Pick up your check tomorrow.
You're history.
- The name is
Belmont, and I quit.
- [Joe] Do I have
to call security?
- No, you don't have to.
Thanks a lot, Wes.
Thanks a lot for stickin'
up for all the union guys.
I'll pass the word around.
(choir music)
Is anybody home?
- Predictable.
You would barge in through
the most beautiful passage.
- (chuckles) Little champagne
to celebrate my freedom.
- Oh, you got canned again?
- Oh, no, I quit, you see.
I'm not gonna take it from
those bastards or their job.
- [Neil] You have
another job lined up?
- As a matter of fact, I do.
I have been appointed
the head of the new
Adolescent Crisis Unit.
- Oh, what a joke.
That thing has been
in the planning stages
for over two years.
That's not a sure thing.
It'll probably be
another two years
before it gets off the ground.
Now, if I were you--
- No, you're not me, Neil, okay?
- Thank god.
- So just lay off, alright?
I can take care of my own life.
- [Neil] Yes, I can
certainly see that.
- Neil, go in and
get the glasses.
Let's celebrate the
new Steve Belmont.
- The old Steve Belmont gave
me enough grief, thank you.
So, tell me, what is
the new Steve Belmont
going to do about
the back rent owed
by the old Steve Belmont?
- You know, your
thinkin' is so outdated.
- [Neil] It may be outdated,
but it's practical.
- You're never gonna
get anywhere in life
being practical.
- Alright.
Okay, good luck.
I hope everything turns out
just the way you want it.
- I'll drink to that.
(mumbling)
(ringing)
Hello?
- [Caller] Steve.
So pleased to catch you in.
Just calling to see if you have
a check ready for me.
- Can't you ever leave me alone?
- [Caller] Does
that mean you don't?
- Look, I just lost
my job yesterday, so,
can't you give me
a little more time?
- [Caller] A little more time.
You may as well pack your bags,
'cause you're history
in that apartment.
- Hey, what's the
problem with you, anyway?
Can I have just two more weeks?
- [Caller] Two more weeks.
I'm coming out there to
post a three-day notice.
- And you'll need to sign this.
- I don't have to sign anything.
I came here to pick up
my check, thank you.
- You get no check, thank
you, until you sign that.
- Eh, it doesn't
make any difference.
When my lawyer gets
finished with you,
you're gonna wish you
never dealt with me.
- A lawyer?
You don't quit, do you?
- [Steve] I have a good case.
- A good case?
You're a joke, dinglemoth.
I had John Titer in
here after your blood.
I found out you been
drinking on the job.
You're always late,
and now, you've gone
and insulted the
wife of the biggest
trainer in this track.
(chuckles)
You haven't got a goddamn thing.
But you're gonna get
a good, swift kick
in the ass if you don't
get outta here right now.
(clinking)
Get outta here!
Dammit!
(eerie music)
(engine puttering)
(slams)
- [Loudspeaker] Cashier
to row six, please.
Cashier to row six.
(heels clacking)
- Hi there.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, miss?
Hi, I'm Steve Belmont,
Neil's cousin.
You know where I can
find him around here?
- Probably in the office.
- Great, uh, where's that at?
- Over there.
- Over there?
- What'd I just say?
- Over there.
Thank you, thank you very much.
- [Loudspeaker] Price check
at register four, please.
Price check at register four.
(knocking)
- Uh huh, yes, no, I understand.
Come in.
Anytime, but
preferably on Monday.
Yes, yes, thank you very much.
Alright, alright, goodbye.
Well, what a surprise.
To what do I owe this honor?
- Well, I uh--
- [Neil] Just down
here for a visit?
- Yeah, actually.
- Well, if you'll wait
around just a minute,
we can grab lunch, alright?
- Yeah, sure, that sounds great.
But listen, Neil, I gotta
talk to ya about something.
- Alright.
- I need to borrow
some more money.
- Ah, so that's why
you're down here.
- Yeah, I had another
visit from my realtor
this morning, and of course
you know I lost my job.
- I thought you quit your job.
- Yeah, lost, quit, look.
He's gonna throw me
out of the apartment.
- I don't blame him.
- Look, Neil, I
just need some money
to tie me over for a while.
I'll pay the rent and
pay some food bills,
you know what I mean?
I'm gonna start my
job at the unit.
- If I were you, I wouldn't
count on that job at the unit.
Those things have a way of
being delayed indefinitely.
- Alright, so what
are you saying?
You tellin' me you're not
gonna loan me the money?
- I'm not saying that I
won't lend you the money.
- [Steve] Alright, then, what?
- I'll lend you the money
but under one condition.
- What's that?
- [Neil] That you take a job.
- A job?
- Here, in this store.
- What job?
- What difference does it make?
A job is a job.
It'll pay the rent.
Look, Steve, uh,
I lost my janitor.
You can take the
job as a janitor.
Well, it's a job.
It'll pay the rent.
- You want me to be a janitor?
- We have to make some
sort of an arrangement.
You have a very bad history
of not repaying debts.
Think about it.
(knocking)
Yes.
- Excuse me.
- Yes, thank you.
Well, what's your decision?
- Sure, when you
want me to start?
- Good, I knew
you'd see the point.
Why don't you start right now?
- How 'bout tomorrow morning?
I got some errands
to take care of.
- Fine, fine, I'll see you
tomorrow morning at eight A.M.
- And uh, Neil, what
about the money?
- Oh.
Listen, Steve, I
think that this'll
work out just fine, okay?
- You can just make
it five hundred.
- I'll make it for the rent.
(tense music)
- Excuse me, uh, perhaps
you could help me.
I'm a little lost here.
You live around here,
you know these streets?
- Uh huh.
- I'm looking for
1564 Bangar Street.
You know where that is?
- Doesn't ring a bell.
- Uh, it's supposed to be
close to Lincoln Avenue.
- Yeah, take this street
'til you get to the end
and turn right 'til you
get to the next street,
turn right 'til
you get to Lincoln.
There's a school right
there on the corner.
Make a right, follow
it all the way down
'til you hit Bangar.
- Okay, I get down to the
school and I make a right?
- Uh huh.
- Okay.
Thanks a lot, appreciate it.
Hey.
I don't mean to sound forward
or anything like that.
I'm a photographer and uh,
I'm really thinkin'
about using you
in some still photography work.
I saw you walking and
I thought why not?
You ever done any modeling work?
- You're kidding, right?
- No, I'm serious.
Here's my card, right here.
That's me, Frank.
Frank Gargone.
I do a lot of studio
work and the weddings.
That pays my bills.
But I do stills of
models, that's my life.
I love it.
- What make you
think I'm a model?
- You are kidding,
you're perfect.
You are photogenic, seriously.
You are beautiful.
You've got the looks
that women dream of.
The woman's woman look.
I mean, I mean, it's
perfect, come on.
Hey, I tell what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna give ya
a hundred dollars
for the shoot.
A couple hours of easy
work, what do ya say?
- I better ask my mom, first.
- Your mom?
Wait a minute, you
are 18, aren't you?
- Yeah.
- No, seriously, you
gotta be 18 to do this.
- Yeah.
- Alright, if you're
18, why ask your mom?
You can make your own decisions.
- Well, I live at her
house and I have to--
- I tell ya what we'll do.
Let's go over to
my office, okay?
I'm gonna draw up a
contract for ya, okay?
While I'm drawing
up the contract,
call up your mom.
If your mom says no, I'll
tear up the contract.
That'll be it.
If she says yes,
let's do the pictures,
I'll have ya back by
the time dinner's ready.
- Can't we just go
by her house and--
- Time is money.
I'm losing that natural light.
I need it, okay?
- Then how 'bout tomorrow?
- Tomorrow's too late.
Gotta have the pictures in.
You know I gotta
submit the pictures
on Monday morning.
I gotta see 'em through
the lab over the weekend.
- I can't decide.
- I'll tell ya what I wanna do.
I'm gonna give ya ten percent
of the contest money if we win.
That's up to five
hundred dollars
on top of the hundred.
I said a hundred, right?
That's six hundred
dollars you could
make a couple hours easy work.
If we lose, you're still
gonna make a hundred dollars.
Can't lose either way.
- I can call her
from your house?
- You can call her as
soon as you get there.
- How far is it?
- Alright, it's just a
couple miles, come on.
(ominous music)
Well, it's not Taj
Mahal but I like it.
My studio's in the back.
Uh, this is where
I live, up front.
It's better for security,
know what I mean?
- It's isolated.
- Yeah, yeah, well you
know, with the security
problems we have around
here and soforth,
besides, it has
a great ambiance.
You'd love it.
I'm sorry about the mess,
with the picture and all,
my maid quit on me yesterday
and gee whiz, I don't
know how to speak Spanish,
you know what I mean?
Why don't ya sit down and relax?
- I better call my mom first.
- Oh, don't worry
about your mom.
Gee whiz, let her worry
about you for once.
Let her appreciate you, alright?
Would you like some wine?
- Yeah.
- White wine, be right back.
I always said a
little bit of wine's
great for the models.
It helps ease the
mind and the nerves
and gives you that
aggressiveness, too,
you know what I mean?
That's what we need
for our picture.
Oh, thirsty little
devil, aren't you?
Little more?
- Please.
- Tipsy, now, don't
get drunk on me.
You'll have to excuse
me for a moment.
Be right back.
Gonna set up my cameras.
- The wine's good.
So when do we start
taking pictures?
I'm aggressive now.
(eerie music)
What are you doing in there?
Come on.
When do we start?
I'm calling my mom.
- I told you not to
call your mother.
Put the phone down.
Do everything I say and
everything'll be alright.
- What is this?
- What is this?
Why, this is a gun,
what do you think it is?
You be a quiet little girl
and everything'll be okay.
- What do you want?
- You know what I want.
(ominous music)
- No.
- Oh, yes.
- I won't.
- Oh, you will.
You know what I want.
You know what I want.
Come on, baby, give
me what I want.
- No, mom.
- Give me what I want.
Mom?
Mom?
Mom is dead.
You wanna visit mom?
Come on, baby, start in.
Hurry up, I don't have all day.
Come on.
(sobbing)
Why don't you just
close your eyes?
Close your eyes and enjoy it.
Come on, close your eyes, now.
Yeah.
Don't stop.
That's it.
Yes.
That's nice, don't
stop, come on.
That's nice, isn't it?
Huh?
(screaming)
- Ah, no.
No!
(ominous music)
- Oh, from the depths I cry
unto thee, oh Lord of hopes.
Yeah, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow.
(eerie music)
God, that was great.
Best since the first one.
Thank you who ever you were.
(eerie music)
Oh, dammit.
(thuds)
- Well, this is a great way
to start your first day.
You're late.
- Sorry 'bout that.
- Cut the crap and come inside.
I want you here at
eight A.M. sharp.
Is that understood?
Sit down.
On the chair, on the chair.
I want you to fill this out
and then I'll show you around.
- Pen?
Where do I fill it out?
- You can read, can't you?
There are times when I am
amazed that we are related.
Most days, the heavy
work on this job
will be finished
by about ten A.M.
and you'll probably be
able to leave about 1:30.
Whenever they need
you, they will page you
over the loudspeaker
and tell you what
aisle to go to.
Sign it.
Okay.
Come on.
(soft music)
Well, what a pleasant
domestic scene.
(tapping)
What's the matter with you?
You come in 20 minutes
late and now you're
taking a 45 minute coffee break?
Haven't you heard
them paging you
for the past--
Some broad plopped a
diaper on aisle five
and you've got to clean it up.
Don't look at me.
It's your job.
(heels clacking)
- You know what I think
of your job, Neil?
I think you can shove
it up your wazzoo.
In fact, I know
you can shove it up
your brain wazzoo, Neil.
(crashing)
Hey Neil, how you
like that, huh?
That's what I think
of your job, Neil.
(heels clacking)
Cheryl.
- Hi, I'm back in church.
- It's good to see you.
Thought a lot about
you since we met.
- Be still my beating heart.
It's too much for a girl
to think that a tall,
handsome man would think of her
in the middle of the week.
- Oh, you kissed the
blarneystone, I see.
- Hi Mom.
- Hi, hon.
- Mrs. Wexler is your mother?
- Marene, please,
I don't wanna sound
older than I am.
- It's a small world.
- That's exactly what I said
when I found out it was you
that helped Cheryl
out the other day.
Many thanks.
- It's my pleasure.
- Well, it's very
reassuring to know
there's a Good
Samaritan in the world,
especially with that
murderer on the prowl.
- Mom, you don't have
to worry about me.
I can take care of myself.
- That's exactly what
I do worry about.
Oh, did you read
there was a body
of a teenage girl found?
Nobody is safe with
the Mojave Murderer.
- Well, just let the killer
try and come after me.
I'll show him what's what.
- Oh, how would you do that?
- Well, don't let
this get around,
but when I get mad,
I get really mad.
And uh, I become a she-wolf.
Grrr.
Just let him try anything.
I'd go after the jugular, rawh!
(chuckling)
- See why I worry?
By the way, what are you
planning for dinner tonight?
- Oh, nothing really,
I was just gonna
go home and sit around
and dream what's it like
to sit down to a
home cooked meal.
- Oh, brother, just
when I was trying
to invite you, you go
ahead and invite yourself.
Well, how 'bout dropping
by around five o'clock?
- Great.
I think I remember
how to get there.
- You better.
- What?
Are you cooking?
- I'm opening the can of beans.
- Marvelous.
I'm sure Steve can hardly wait.
(melancholy music)
(doorbell rings)
- Hi, Steve.
Fancy meeting you here.
Oh, for little ole' me?
Mmm, come on in.
Look who's here.
- [Marene] Hi Steve.
Flowers, how pretty.
You shouldn't have.
- They're for both
of us, Mommy dearest.
- She's still at it.
I hope you like veal parmesan.
- Smells wonderful.
- How 'bout some wine?
- I'd love some.
Thank you.
- Are we gonna tell him now?
- Shhh.
- Alright, what
are you two up to?
- How 'bout a toast?
Cheryl, you do the honors.
- Oh, to the head of the
Adolescent Crisis Unit.
- Here, here.
The committee left it
up to me to tell you.
I thought this would
be an appropriate time.
- I'm speechless.
- You deserve it.
- It's what I've always dreamed
of, to be in an important
position of service
to this community.
- That's exactly what
impressed the committee
at your interview.
They knew you meant
it because of all your
volunteer work at the church.
- I've always tried
to live my faith.
- I'm proud of you.
- Thank you.
And I think I will
drink to that.
Alright, what are
you staring at?
- Are you happy?
- Yes, of course, why?
- I don't know.
You realized a dream, tonight.
It just seems like you
oughta be out doing backflips
instead of sitting here
calmly eating your dinner.
- I'm adjusting to the idea.
Besides, I don't
believe it completely.
Not until it actually
becomes a reality.
- Oh, it's true, believe it.
You threw your hat in the
ring and you were chosen.
You deserve it.
- Even so, I won't believe it
completely until it happens.
I've always learned in the past
something gets in the way
of the best laid plans.
- That's not true.
You just have to
want it hard enough
and work at it long enough.
It'll always come true.
- Wow, what a dreamer.
- She takes after her
father, God rest his soul.
Oh, by the way, Ed Eubanks
wants to meet with you.
He's the man who's
putting up most
of the money for
the crisis unit.
- Certainly, I'd like
to meet him, anytime.
- He's a shrewd
businessman who knows
how to protect his interests.
But I think you'll
find him a likable man.
I know I did.
- I'm sure I will.
(melancholy music)
Thank you again
for this evening.
I had a wonderful time and
I'm glad I got to know you.
- It was my
pleasure, believe me.
- I have just one question.
- What's that?
- Is this the
start of something?
- I'll answer your
question with a question.
- And what's that?
- Are you gonna kiss me or not?
Mmmm, that was nice.
You better call me.
- You know, you're
something else.
You bet I will.
(melancholy music)
(knocking)
Come in.
- Here's the tie you
wanted to borrow.
- Oh, thank you very much, Neil.
I think this'll work just fine.
- Oh, perfect.
Don't drool on it.
(slams)
What's the big occasion?
- I got a meeting
with Ed Eubanks today.
He's the man puttin'
up all the money
for the uh, unit.
- So, that things
really gonna go through?
I'm surprised.
- That's right.
It's really gonna go through.
- Well, I guess
that means you won't
be working for me very long.
- I realize I have to give
up a lucrative field now,
but we all have to
make, uh, sacrifices
for our social
responsibilities, huh?
(whistling)
You still out there, Neil?
- Uh huh.
- Hey, what are doing with that?
Gimme that.
- When the hell did you
ever graduate from college?
- Just give it to me.
- What is that?
From the LaSalle
matchbook university?
- No, I just had to
go back and finish up.
- Well, next you'll
be telling me
you're a mail-order priest.
- There's a lot you don't
know about me, Neil.
- You have a stain on this tie!
I gave it to you just
five seconds ago.
- Don't worry about it.
Close the door on the way out.
- [Neil] For Christ's sake.
- I'm really very
happy with your resume.
This is impressive,
very impressive.
But I have one question, Steve.
With all of your
credentials, why haven't
you gone into private practice?
- I'm very glad you
asked me that question.
That same thought has
been going through
my head for the last few years.
I've always felt that
serving the community
should be the
psychologist's highest goal.
And in private
practice, psychologists
always think of their
profits coming first
and serving the
community coming last.
And I've always felt
that sacrificing
to the community
should come first,
so I protested by staying
out of private practice,
and waited for the
opportune situation
to come along and I
think this is the one.
- That's very commendable.
But if you don't
mind, I'd like to ask
you a personal question.
- [Steve] No, not at all.
- Are you married?
- I'm single.
- And why aren't you married?
- I just never had
the time or money
to think of settling
down and getting married.
My education comes first.
It's been six long years
to get that degree.
- According to this resume,
it's been seven years.
- Well, yes, seven
years in time, but, yes.
- I see.
Excuse me.
Marene, are you sure
that all the money
I'm going to invest
is tax-deductable
and that the corporation's
name will appear
on all literature
concerned with the project?
- Absolutely.
- Well, the committee
seems satisfied.
Why don't I ring for the butler?
He can bring us some drinks
and we can toast Steve Belmont.
A man more concerned
with self-sacrifice
than self-gain.
A Christian in the
truest sense of the word.
- [Loudspeaker] Clean up
on aisle eight, please.
Clean up on aisle eight.
- Don't you believe in knocking?
And what's the matter with you?
You're 20 minutes late.
- Big deal.
- What?
- I said,
I quit.
- Now wait a minute.
- I quit.
Q-U-I-T.
- What about your debt to pay?
- I got your debt.
- You're supposed
to give me notice.
- This is your notice, cousin.
- Like hell.
What am I supposed to
do for a custodian?
Alright, bozo, remember
this the next time
you want a favor.
Son of a bitch.
- [Loudspeaker] Steve
to aisle five please.
- Oh, Steve.
Could you take over
for just a minute?
Come on.
There's something
I want to show you.
(heels clacking)
Well, this is it.
- What?
- The church just assigned
this office space.
It's the new
Adolescent Crisis Unit.
- It's really gonna happen.
Really coming through.
Whose idea is this?
- [Marene] I knew
you'd be surprised.
- It's perfect.
Right here in the church.
What can I ask for?
- Oh, the church is
gonna get new locks
and keys by the
middle of next week.
- Then it's all gonna be mine.
- Mmm hmm.
- Perfect.
Great, great.
(ringing)
- Hello?
- [Steve] Cheryl?
- Hi, Steve.
- [Steve] What are
you doing tonight?
- Oh, just some studying I'd
like an excuse to get out of.
- [Steve] Let's get
together tonight.
- Okay, what's up?
- [Steve] A surprise.
- Steve, I hate suspense.
- [Steve] I'll be
there in 20 minutes.
- Steve?
Steve?
Men.
Usually you're so
cool about everything.
Not this job.
- It's really gonna
happen, you know?
It's really gonna happen.
- It is happening,
and I'm jealous.
Gonna take all your time.
- Not necessarily.
- Oh, yes it is.
That's why I've
rearranged my schedule,
so I can work for you
at least part-time.
- Oh, really?
You're really that
good, aren't you?
- Yes, I am.
- Alright.
And nothing's gonna stop me.
(melancholy music)
(moaning)
- I love you Steve.
Oh.
Let's make love.
Right here.
What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- Steve, what's wrong?
- I'm gonna have the desk
coming out from here, you know?
With the point in the middle.
- Steve.
What just happened?
- Nothing.
- I don't understand.
You just got me all,
uh, nothing.
- You know the problem with you?
You're selfish.
- What?
- I said you're selfish.
(eerie music)
I gotta go to the head.
- Wait.
It's alright.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
You're worried about
your new job, that's all.
(eerie music)
(toilet flushes)
(mumbling)
He does family counseling.
Sometimes he can
really help out.
Listen, why don't you
stay with us for a while?
Maybe, I think we
can talk about this.
- Look, lady, I just
asked you for some money.
If you don't wanna give
it to me, that's fine.
- Cheryl?
- Wait, come back.
I wanna help you.
That's odd.
What an odd little girl.
- What did she want?
- She said she was
running away from home.
Couldn't stay there anymore.
Something about her dad.
She said she needed bus fare
to get to a relative's
out of town.
What is it?
- Nothing.
That's just the oldest
con in the book.
Whatever she wanted
that money for,
it wasn't bus fare.
- No, you don't think
she was conning me?
- Oh, yeah, kids always
get a kick out it.
(mumbling)
Besides, it's an easy way
of making a fast buck.
Drug money, probably.
Come on, let's go.
- What about my stuff?
- I'll go get it.
You wait here.
(eerie music)
Ready?
- Sure.
- Let's go.
- She really suckered me in.
- Yeah, see, I
know all about this
because I've been suckered
a few times, myself.
- She sure ran when you came.
- Yeah, I think she
knew her gig was up.
I could smell a con
right off the bat.
- Poor girl.
Maybe she really did
need the money, Steve.
- Nah.
No, I don't think so.
I think she can take
care of herself.
She probably lives
in the neighborhood.
- You think so?
- Sure.
You see how she took off
running between the houses?
Probably lives in the block.
- You're probably right.
You wanna come in for a while?
- No, I don't think so, really.
I've got to get up
early in the morning.
Thanks anyway.
- It has been kind of a
strange evening, I guess.
I'm kind of burned out, too.
Well, good night.
- Hey listen, uh,
after the unit gets going,
I'll be myself again.
- I'm sure you will.
(eerie music)
- Shhh, Debbie, it's me, Steve.
- Shit, man, you scared
the crap out of me.
- I knew you'd
come back, Debbie.
Come on out from
underneath the desk.
Come on, sit down.
- You're gonna turn
me in, aren't you?
- Calm down.
- I'm in trouble.
- I'm not gonna do
anything right away.
Let's talk about this, okay?
- Talk, bullshitty talk.
- Why'd you run away from home?
- It's too messed up to go into.
I just don't wanna
live there anymore.
- Why?
- Let's not get into this.
Just turn me in or whatever.
I'll go like a good
little puppy dog.
- Alright, alright.
If your heart's
really set into it.
If you'd like, you can
come over to my place.
Spend the night,
crash on the couch.
I've got some food
in the refrigerator.
When was the last time you ate?
- Why you doin' this?
- Let's just say I feel bad
about what happened
in the classroom.
The way I saw your father react,
I figured this'd be the best way
to make it up to you.
Mind you, though, it's
just for the night.
Tomorrow morning
you have to decide
what you want to do.
- Even after all the
trouble I caused you?
You'd do this?
- Lord taught us to always
turn the other cheek.
- Oh, man, you really
live that crap, don't you?
- I believe in it, yes.
- Okay, I'll go.
If I'd have known you
were a decent guy,
maybe I wouldn't have
caused you so many problems.
Let's go, I'm starving.
(ominous music)
(weeping)
- I should have helped her.
She was conning me for money.
I thought she'd be alright.
- Shhh.
- As she was leaving,
I had her thinking,
I thought that there
was something wrong.
I should have done
something more.
- Okay, you did
the best you could.
- [Steve] I feel good.
Really alive.
I just wish there was some
way I could cheer you up.
- [Cheryl] I'm sorry.
It was a bad idea for
me to come out today.
I feel really out of it.
- It was that girl, wasn't it?
Cheryl, there's nothing
we could do about it.
Listen, you're gonna
have to learn something.
If you want to be
working at that unit,
you're gonna have to learn
how to cope with these things.
- How do I learn to
cope with the murder
of a young girl?
- I didn't mean
that, in particular.
I'm talking about in general.
I mean, maybe sometimes,
no matter what
you say or do, these
youngsters are gonna
go out there and
they're gonna do
what they wanna do, even if
it means hurting themselves.
- You're right, of course.
- Cheryl, I don't
mean to be preaching
like I know everything,
but in this particular
situation, it was her fault.
- How can you say that?
How can you say it was her fault
that she was murdered
by a monster?
You think this is funny.
- No, I don't think it's funny.
I think your
reactions are funny.
Cheryl, the girl
was a con-artist,
couldn't you tell that?
She went out into
the street alone.
She knew the dangers were there.
She just figured
she could go out
and handle them on her own.
I think she was a
little surprised
when she found out
that she couldn't.
Look, I didn't mean
it to sound that way.
What I'm really trying
to say to you is,
are we really that guilty?
- Yes, we are.
Society is guilty.
It's guilty because
it creates a situation
that forces a young girl
out into the street.
It's guilty because
it creates a monster
that would take advantage
of that young girl.
We're guilty because we're
part of society, Steve.
- I don't know what
you're trying to say.
- I had a strange
thought the other night,
and the more I thought about it,
the less strange it got.
What if the murderer
knows that that office
is the Adolescent Crisis Unit?
- Yeah, so?
- Well, think about it a minute.
All he'd have to
do is lurk around
until some troubled
kid came along,
and then, one less teenager.
It would be our responsibility.
- You have a vivid imagination.
- That unit would be like
bait for his victims.
- So, what are you saying?
- I guess I'm trying to say
that I don't like
feeling helpless.
So, I went to Ed Eubanks
and I told him how I felt.
He agrees with me.
Ed's going to withhold
funding from the unit
until the killer is caught.
(ominous music)
Steve, what's the matter?
Steve, you're scaring me.
- What am I supposed to do?
You had to interfere,
didn't you?
You know I quit a job to
be the head of that unit.
- Aren't you being
a little selfish?
Doesn't the safety of
the kids come first?
- Leave it to a woman
to fuck things up.
- Steve.
- I trusted you.
Dammit, dammit.
(clinking)
(ringing)
- Hello?
- [Steve] Hello, Marene?
- Oh, Steve.
- [Steve] Is it true that
Ed has withheld the funding?
- Oh, Cheryl must've told you.
- [Steve] It's true, then?
- Yes, Ed thought it best.
- [Steve] You mean
you thought it best.
- Steve, are you alright?
- [Steve] Oh, I
never felt better.
- I know it must
come as a shock, but,
oh, it's only temporary
until they find that killer.
- [Steve] Absolutely.
I wholeheartedly agree.
- I'm glad you feel that way.
- [Steve] Say, Marene,
I'm afraid Cheryl
and I got into an
argument and she left
in a bit of a huff
before I could apologize.
Do you know where she
might go when she's upset?
- Oh, no, no, no.
Unless she's at one
of her girlfriends.
- [Steve] I'm gonna
try to find her,
but if she gets home
before I see her,
will you tell her
how sorry I am?
- Yes, of course, but I
wouldn't let it worry you.
Steve?
- You don't know how
insensitive you sound.
- I know, I know, you're right.
Listen, I am sorry
for the way I acted.
Everything will turn
out for the best.
- Maybe I was a little
insensitive, too.
I mean, after all, the
job meant a lot to you.
- No, no, you were
absolutely right.
I think that the safety
of these children
should always come first.
Listen, uh, why don't
we get out of here?
Let's go for a drive, huh?
- That sounds really good.
- [Steve] We can go
to my favorite place.
- [Cheryl] Where's that?
- [Steve] The desert.
- [Cheryl] What the
hell's out there?
- [Steve] Peace.
- [Cheryl] This is so beautiful.
I'm glad we came out here.
Steve, anything wrong?
- [Steve] No, nothing.
- [Cheryl] God, this
is sure deserted.
You sure you know
where you're going?
- [Steve] Absolutely sure.
(engine puttering)
(ominous music)
- What's wrong?
- Oh, nothing.
- We're in the
middle of nowhere.
What is it?
- You just had to
interfere, didn't you?
- What are you talking about?
- Something good comes along
and you have to fuck it up!
- Ah!
What are you doing?
- You women are all
the same, aren't you?
As soon as something
good comes along,
you gotta fuck it up!
- You're scaring me!
- Oh, I'm sorry about that.
Hey, look, if you don't like it,
why don't you just
get the hell out?
- Don't do this, Steve.
- That's it.
You think you can
survive out there,
out in the middle of nowhere?
Hey, maybe the old
coyotes'll get ya, huh?
Remember when we first met?
- Why are you doing this?
- Huh? Huh?
I was gonna kill you!
That's right.
You've heard of the
Mojave Murderer.
Well, I killed all of 'em,
even that girl, Debbie.
She was the best
one of them all!
- [Cheryl] Don't hurt me!
- Hurt you?
I'm gonna blow your
fuckin' head off!
- [Cheryl] No!
(thuds)
(ominous music)
- Now I'm gonna have
some fun with you, baby.
Yes, it's time to
squeeze the life
out of you, you bitch!
Shall I go through
with it or not, huh?
- I love you, please.
- Love me?
What the fuck's that
got to do with it?
If you love me, you
won't die so quickly.
(choking)
(mumbling)
- Come here, come here.
- [Steve] What?
- Kiss me.
- Kiss you?
Kiss you?
Oh, you really get off
on this, don't you, baby?
(moaning)
Ah!
(screaming)
(whimpering)
- You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
- No, no, no, Cheryl.
- You son of a bitch!
- No, Cheryl! No!
(gunshot)
Ah!
(groaning)
- Goddammit.
God damn you.
All those people!
All those people you killed.
(gunshot)
I'm gonna kill you
for all those people.
(gunshot)
- You're right, you're
right, I'm wrong.
(gunshot)
(screaming)
(tense music)
(groaning)
(sniffling)
(sobbing)
(eerie music)
- Oh, God.
(whimpering)
(eerie music)
(wind whooshing)
(eerie music)