Rough Draft (1998) - full transcript
A struggling freelance writer, while investigating the transvestite night life, stumbles across a serial killer in action. The two then strike up a bizarre partnership to document the killer's motives and handiwork as a possessed detective struggling with his own personal demons tries to solve the crimes.
-Someone's sitting there.
-You're very observant.
-Where have you been?
-Out and about.
-What's her name?
-Oh, Erica.
You know there's only you.
-You're funny.
I saw you walking
with a woman outside.
You have very good
taste in women, Stefan.
-Well, that is a
complement to us both.
-Thank you.
-Ugh.
-Nice dress.
-Thank you.
-You're new here.
-It's the first
time I've been here.
-Do you mind?
I'm dying.
-There you go.
-You know Stefan?
-I just met him.
-You should be flattered.
He rarely talks to anyone.
-Oh.
Are those implants?
-Please.
I'm having the
operation next month.
-Oh.
-Tissue?
-It was either that
or grapefruits.
-You are new.
-Yes.
-Um, would you?
-There you go.
-Ah.
You have a little smudge there.
-It's tough being a woman.
-It's murder.
-You guys get me out of
bed this time of night,
it better be one of mine.
-See for yourself.
Mind you, don't
stand in the blood.
Young, cute, and unzipped
like an overnight bag.
-[laugh]
-And what the fuck is so funny?
-Sure looks like one of his.
-Well, the papers will
give him one by morning.
Did you find anything yet?
Get me a cup of coffee.
Get all these
spectators out of here.
Get them back-- way back.
-Fuck.
-We're going to start back
there and work our way up.
-All right.
-Inch by inch.
-OK.
-What's with him?
-That's what I'm
trying to figure out.
See you later, Joe.
-OK.
-Hello Mrs. Morris.
-Hello Mr. Keece.
-Would you like
to see my tattoo?
-I've already seen it.
-Oh, yeah.
[laugh] OK.
Goodnight.
-Night.
MALE SPEAKER (ON
TAPE): That's my man.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE): Oh, no.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE): Yes.
Why?
What did you think?
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE):
I am so depressed.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE): Why?
-Because I want you, darling.
-Jamie, you never had a--
-Hi.
-Hi.
How did it go?
-Good.
Take a look.
-Hmm.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE): Well
I don't need you anymore.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE): Why?
What did I ever do to you?
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE):
Well you wouldn't
sit in the jacuzzi with me.
You were--
-Hey.
Um, come to bed.
-No.
-I don't want you yawning
tomorrow at the picnic.
-Picnic?
OK.
Let me save this.
-OK.
-I'll be right there.
Good.
Good.
(FEMALE VOICE) Would you
like for me to strip for you?
This was easier getting on.
-It's nice.
I don't recognize any of it.
-You didn't have the
style I was looking for.
-Oh.
Well, nor the size, I hope.
So who's your outfitter?
-Armani.
-Ah.
You're not cheap.
[laugh]
-The Salvation Armani.
The stockings are yours.
I put a hole in mine.
Ahh.
-Let me get that.
-Oh.
Is this turning you on?
-[laugh]
-Huh?
Is it turning you on?
-Only the stockings are mine?
-Oh.
I used a dab of your perfume.
-Mhm.
Do you know how
expensive that is?
-No.
Mmm.
-You really only
need a little bit.
Right-- right there.
-Oh.
-Definitely here.
-Oh.
-Here.
-Oh.
-And here.
-Yeah, definitely there.
[laugh]
Good morning.
OK.
Wake up, sleepy head.
-OK.
[laugh] Ah!
-Wake up.
Get up.
-Ugh.
-Come on, come on.
-Ah.
-Aren't you going
to take a shower?
-Why?
-I don't believe it.
-What?
-The picnic.
-The picnic's not
until this afternoon.
-It is the afternoon.
-Oh.
OK.
Let me get this stuff down
while it's still fresh.
That was beautiful last night.
That was so amazing.
-Nelson--
-Why don't you go ahead?
I'll meet you there.
-What do you mean
you'll meet me there?
This picnic is for us?
My parents want to meet you.
-I'm coming.
Did I say I wasn't coming?
You're obsessed.
-I'm a journalist.
This is what I do for a living.
-Well it's not normal.
It's scary.
-It's research.
-It's like when you wrote
that article on the drunks.
-Alcoholics.
-You ended up
spending three months
crawling the walls
in withdrawal.
What's it going to
be next time, Nelson?
-That's a lousy attitude.
-You know, why don't
you write an article
through the eyes
of Nelson Keece?
I sure would like to read it.
-No, Jules.
-You know, the
next thing I know,
you're going to be writing
an article about suicides.
And the first I'll
hear about it is
you cruising past
the kitchen window.
-It'd be kind of hard
to finish the story.
-Yeah?
Well, just take your
computer with you
and write it on the way down.
-That's a good one.
I haven't sold anything
in eight months--
not since the piece
about alcoholics.
Eight months, honey.
I'm broke.
I need another hit.
-Who's been paying the
bills in the meantime?
-Well, you have.
I knew you'd say that.
-I'll see you later.
-Nice dress.
-I bet you'd never guess
where I've seen you before.
-So how'd you know my name?
-I've been part of your
audience this past week.
It's Maria Sanchez, right?
-Oh.
You were in court.
-Yes.
I'm just an observer-- a
frustrated lawyer, actually.
I've seen many lawyers, and
you're quite impressive.
Ah!
So much for the great weather!
Ahh!
-Ah!
-Let's duck in here.
Did they forecast
rain for today?
-I don't know.
-Sorry.
It was-- it was overly
ambitious of me.
-It's OK.
I-- I've-- I don't normally walk
into alleyways with strangers.
-Uh-huh.
Neither do I.
Neither do I.
-Um, do you live near here or?
-I saw you in the courtroom.
You dominated it.
Where do you get such power?
-Um, [uncomfortable laugh]
don't.
-Your skin is so soft.
-Don't.
-I knew it would be.
-Oh.
You're moving too fast.
Show me your power.
Where do you get such power?
-What are you talking about?
Don't.
-Show me your power, Maria.
That's what I need.
Where do you get such power?
-Oh, Jesus.
Hello, police.
I just recorded murder.
Please listen.
Ah!
-Who are you?
-Hey, hey, hey.
What's your problem, man?
-What?
-Are you all right, man?
-You OK?
-I could tell from here
that that was him again.
You know, if we don't get
a break with this guy soon,
man, the press is going to
have a field day with us.
-What do you care what
the press has to say?
-It's not that I care.
It's just my first
high profile case.
I just want it to go well,
if that's all right with you.
-Remember Jack the Ripper?
-Yeah.
-Well, I never caught him.
Let's just take a look around
and see what we can find.
-All right.
-Officer.
Officer.
-Sir will you sign this?
-Hey!
-I know you.
Where do I know you from?
-We met in a club last night.
My name is Nelson Keece.
I'm a journalist.
-A journalist.
How interesting.
What do you write about?
-Unusual situations.
-Is this unusual enough for you?
-Now.
Who the fuck are you?
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE):
This is what I need.
This is what I want.
Where do you get such power?
Are you following me?
-I'm doing a story
on transvestites.
I saw you in the park with
that girl, so I followed you.
-Are you a good writer?
-I won an award last year.
-You want to write about me?
I'd like that.
-You're not just saying that
to make me feel good, are you?
-No.
I'd really like that.
-I mean, you'll interview
me and everything?
-Yes.
-Good.
Good.
Then we have a deal?
-Yeah.
-Then let's seal it in blood.
-Ah.
Ooh.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE):
It's what I want.
Where do you get such power?
-So.
What happened?
Where were you?
-It doesn't matter.
-It doesn't matter.
What happened to your hand?
-I don't want to
talk about it now.
-Well, do you think you could
at least to explain to me
why you didn't show
up at the picnic?
Fucking Nelson, talk to me.
Be a man.
Tell me what happened.
-I'll tell you what happened.
I saw a murder.
That's what happened.
I almost got killed and
you want to sit here
and talk about a fucking picnic.
-Juliette.
Wait.
Come here!
Come here.
Juliette, you don't understand.
Juliette-- Juliette,
where are you going?
-Beautiful girl.
Why is she leaving you?
-It's a long story.
-It's not because
of us, is it Nelson?
-Us?
No.
She doesn't know
anything about us.
-Well, that's just as well.
I'm ready.
-Ready for work?
-Our interview.
-Now?
-Yes.
I have so much to tell you.
Let's go inside.
-Does it have to be tonight?
I'm not prepared.
-We had an agreement, Nelson.
-I know we do, but I need a
little more time to prepare.
-So you would know which
questions to ask me?
-Ah.
Exactly.
-Ah, I see.
Hmm.
How about tomorrow then?
-Uh, tomorrow would be better.
-Nelson, can I hear
the tape again?
-It's upstairs and I've
just started working on it.
-I'm not being too pushy, am I?
-No.
-Tomorrow, then.
-Ahh.
FEMALE SPEAKER (ON
PHONE): 911 emergency.
-Police-- I need to
talk to someone about
the girl who was
murdered last night.
FEMALE SPEAKER (ON
PHONE): Which one?
-Which one?
The girl in the alleyway
off Market Street.
Her name was Maria.
I got it on tape.
I recorded the whole thing.
FEMALE SPEAKER (ON PHONE): Sir?
Hello?
Hello?
-Hello.
-Do you need some help, sir?
Yes, sir, I do.
I need to talk to someone
about the murder with the girl
in the alleyway
of Market Street.
-Over there.
Take a seat and
someone will see you.
-Over there?
Excuse me.
-Hey, take a seat, man.
We'll get to you in a second.
-I need to talk to someone
about the murder last night.
-Your turn is when you get
to that end of the line.
-I have it on tape.
-Great.
We'll all sit
together and watch it.
-No, no.
It's not a videotape.
This is crazy.
-Oh, no.
[laugh] What is that
on your head, bro?
-It's what they call a hat.
-Damn! [laugh]
-My favorite hat.
-I've never seen the hat before.
You look like you belong in
"The Grapes of Wrath." [laugh]
-OK, Frenchie.
Why don't you just do your work?
-I can't get to work with you
wearing that ugly ass hat.
All right.
Let's see what we got here.
Forensics, statements, evidence
found in the alleyway, a uh,
a first unit report,
station calls,
and related 911 calls, man.
There's nothing that
leaps out at you.
-Well, that's why they
call us detectives.
Did you always want
to be a cop, Laroue?
-OK.
Here we go.
Yo, you know, I'm
getting really tired
of the way you talk to me, man.
-I just asked you
a simple question.
-No, man.
It's not that you asked
me a simple question.
It's the way you asked me.
You're always talking
down to me, Haynes.
Why?
-What is it?
Some of the guys
think-- fuck it.
I think--
-OK.
I know where you're going.
Everybody thinks I'm taking
this case too personally, right?
-Something like that.
-That I shouldn't
even be on it, right?
-I'll tell you a little story.
My, uh, daughter, 10
years ago, kidnapped
and killed-- 10 years ago.
They never caught the guy.
He disappeared, got away.
You think I'm taking
it personally?
I don't think that this is
the same guy, all right?
I don't believe it.
So put your mind at ease.
I want to catch this son of
a bitch as bad as any of you
guys.
But when we get him,
I want to personally
chop his fucking head off.
OK?
-Haynes.
-Yeah.
-This 911 call came in
about 30 minutes ago.
The guy knew the victim's name.
FEMALE SPEAKER (ON
PHONE): 911 emergency.
KEECE (ON PHONE): Poliec--
I need to talk to someone
about the girl who was
murdered last night.
FEMALE SPEAKER (ON
PHONE): Which one?
KEECE (ON PHONE): Which one?
The girl in the alleyway
off Market Street.
Her name was Maria.
I got it on tape.
I recorded the whole thing.
FEMALE SPEAKER (ON PHONE): Sir?
Hello?
Hello?
-Oh, shit.
He's in the corridor.
FEMALE SPEAKER
(ON PHONE): Hello?
-You see him?
-Excuse me.
-Bro, give me back 21.
-21?
-Here.
MALE SPEAKER (ON
TAPE): So I saw you.
You had the leather
cock piece on.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE):
Baby, if I wasn't taken,
I'd want all of you.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE): Oh,
I am so available for you.
MALE SPEAKER (ON TAPE): Yeah?
You were--
-Take this down to the
lab with that 911 tape.
Laroue.
-Yeah.
-What did he look like?
-Kind of a early 40s, light
features, about 180 pounds.
-Before you forget, put
his face in the computer
and see if you can get a match.
-Procedure.
Yeah, I know.
-Hello?
-Nelson, it's me.
-Stefan.
-I've had an idea, Nelson.
-What's that?
-There's something
you should see?
-What's that?
-How I work.
Can you meet me at the
corner of Third and Cherokee
in 20 minutes?
-Cherokee and Third.
-Yes.
-There's a newsstand there.
I know it's short notice, but--
-Stefan.
-Yes, Nelson?
-There's something I have
to make clear to you.
-OK.
-While I'm writing
this story on you, uh--
-Just go ahead and
say it, Nelson.
-I want you to stop killing.
-Ahh.
This is not about killing.
This is about the pursuit.
-So we understand each other?
-Absolutely.
-I'll be there.
FEMALE SPEAKER (ON
PHONE): Police department.
May I help you?
Hello?
[phone ringing]
JULIETTE (ON RECORDING): Hi.
Leave a message for
Nelson or Juliette.
JULETTE (ON PHONE): Hey, Nelson.
It's me.
Do you think you could set aside
your work for maybe an hour
and come and meet me
at the lounge tonight?
Uh, I really think
we should talk.
OK.
Bye.
-Excuse me.
Have you seen a young
lady come in here
with the curly brown hair?
-Um, I think she
went down that aisle.
-Have you read the
Oxford New Press version?
-Uh, no.
I haven't.
-It's Lori, isn't it?
-How do you know my name?
-Your name tag.
-Yeah.
I'm not wearing it.
-You work at the
newsstand, right?
-I don't remember you.
Should I?
-Well, that's just great.
I buy my newspaper
there every day.
Obviously I didn't make such
a good impression, then.
-I'm sorry.
I see a lot of people, you know?
-You have beautiful hair.
-Hey.
I don't like being touched, OK?
-I'm sorry.
Actually just waiting--
-Excuse me.
---for a friend.
-Hey!
Hey, oww.
-Sometimes I'm a little
impulsive for my own good.
-Oh my god.
-Look who's here.
-I'll have a double
whiskey, please.
-He looks terrible.
-So when did you
start drinking again?
-Just now.
-Uh, Nelson, we need to talk.
-One more, please.
-Nelson, please don't.
If you're just going to get
smashed, I'm going to leave.
Why did you want to see me?
-Well, I don't want
to drag this out,
but I really think we
need some time apart.
-Yeah.
There's something
I have to tell you.
-What?
-You look beautiful tonight.
-Oh, Nelson.
-I'm drowning.
That's what.
I'm drowning.
I can't tell when
you're serious anymore.
Well, I'm serious
when I say I love you.
-You know, Nelson, you can't
possibly know what love is.
-Hey.
What you doing?
-Oh, just playing around.
Working on something.
-Yeah?
Hey.
You [inaudible]?
-No.
Uh, he's Ivan.
-There you go, boy.
-What we got going?
That was him, yeah?
-Alleyway killer.
-Hold on, now.
If he's the killer, why would
he come to a police precinct?
And then why does
he have it on tape?
-I don't know.
A lot of unanswered questions.
-I'll tell you one thing.
I've seen this guy
somewhere before.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
I can't remember
where, but I know
I've seen him somewhere--
sometime before the alley.
-Hmm.
Well, I'm going to
take this to the press.
They'll have his face on
the front page by morning.
-Oh no you're not.
If you do that, he's
going to go underground.
-What are you
talking about, man?
Somebody out there
has seen this guy.
We could save a life.
-Yeah.
We could lose one, too.
-How?
-That's what happened
to my daughter's killer.
He saw his fucking face in
the paper and he disappeared.
I'm not going to let
that happen again.
You understand?
-Yeah, man.
But this is not your
daughter's killer, all right?
You said so yourself.
Now you've got to
let this go, Haynes.
We've got to get this out there.
-All right, man.
If we're going to play God, I'll
give you one more dead lady.
And then that
picture goes public.
It has to.
-If there's going to be any
more victims, let it be me.
-Boo.
-God.
How did you get in here?
-Where there's a
will there's a way.
Nelson, I came to apologize.
-For what?
-We had an agreement and
I betrayed your trust.
It was for you, Nelson--
I mean the story.
-I understand.
-Thank you.
-I'm ready.
You can ask me anything.
-I'm going to record this.
-Do you like being a
journalist, Nelson?
-Yeah, I do.
-You're a people
person, aren't you?
-I am, too.
I think that's why
we get along so well.
-Talk.
-Well, aren't you going
to ask me any questions?
-Tell me about the first one.
-I was 17.
-And how old was she?
-35.
And how did it happen?
-We were making love.
She found me amusing.
-And you didn't like that?
-No.
I didn't like that.
-But you enjoyed killing her.
-There's a moment when
you look into her eyes
and the last bit of
breath leaves her body.
-How does that make you feel?
-Like a god.
Like a god.
-And that feeling makes
you want to kill again.
-Well, there's no rush.
The hunt is as
important as the kill.
-What do you feel
when it's all over?
-Euphoria.
-Do you feel depressed?
-No.
-Do you ever feel any shame?
-No.
Never.
-Do you have any
feelings for the victims?
-Love.
I loved every one of them.
-Ah.
How many women have you killed?
-How many women have
you make love to?
-Jesus.
Jesus.
-Why are you judging me?
-I'm not.
-Did you judge those other
people you wrote about?
-No.
-Then why are you judging me?
-I'm trying to understand you.
-What you understand
is only what you see.
You look down on me,
and you see a fool.
You look up at me,
and you see a god.
Look straight into my eyes
and you will see yourself.
Put your shoes on.
-OK.
-Let's go, Nelson.
Let's go.
What's taking so long?
-Where are we going?
-There's someone I'd like you
to meet-- an old friend of mine.
-Why?
-Perhaps this person
will enlighten you
and you'll understand
where this is all going.
-Yeah.
Where what is all going?
-The story, Nelson.
The story.
-Knock on the door.
Go ahead.
-Stefan, darling, you're early.
Come on in.
How about your friend?
Have we met?
-No.
-You look familiar.
What's your name?
-Nelson.
-Meet Eric.
-Eric.
Nice to meet you.
-Nelson.
What a cute name.
Why don't you sit down and
make yourself comfortable.
Would you like a drink,
Nelson, or don't you drink?
-Yes.
Yes, I don't drink.
And no, uh, I
don't need a drink.
-Well, if you don't mind,
I'm going to have one.
Did you see that?
Isn't this the girl
I saw you with?
-Yes.
Poor girl.
-Stefan, tell me you had
nothing to do with it.
-Eric.
-Whew.
I feel better.
Well, I suppose you don't
talk much either, do you?
Is this the one that
you told me about?
-Told him what?
-What'd he tell you about me?
-Nothing.
-I think I know what
this little party needs.
I'll just be a minute.
-Isn't this cozy?
This is a new
experience for me too.
-OK.
-Ahh.
[laugh] [claps]
Nelson, meet Erica.
-Now, isn't this better?
-Hello, Erica.
-Ah, you have to
forgive him, Erica.
Nelson here is
somewhat of a novice.
-Oh.
Oh, come on.
Loosen up.
Look.
Why don't you just
sit and watch and then
join in when you feel like it?
Would that be OK, Stefan?
-Absolutely.
Isn't she special?
What she lacks in quality she
makes up for in convenience.
-What does he mean?
-You said you didn't do men.
-But take a look, Nelson.
Does this look
like a man to you?
-[inaudible].
Get out of here.
-What are you going to do?
-I said get out of here.
-Ah.
-No!
-Ah!
-Don't you move.
Don't you move.
Shut your mouth, bitch.
Don't you move.
-OK.
-Let's do this.
You want to write a story?
Look here!
-Ah!
-No.
No.
-Give me your hand
and let's do this.
-No.
-Let's do this together.
Don't you let me down.
Come on.
Give me you hand.
-No!
-One, two--
-Stop it.
-[cackles]
[groans]
[groans]
-A small cassette, a collection
of gay conversations.
They're all in the same club,
no clue as to which club.
Got a partial print,
but not enough
for the computer
to find a match.
Any luck on that picture yet?
-Nope.
-That's good.
Oh.
There's, uh-- there's one
knife homicide tonight.
A transvestite.
The knife work was sloppy.
Forensics think there
were two people involved
on account of the
fact that there
was a little fight
after the killing.
-[laugh]
-One left through the
window, the other just
walked right out the front door.
-Ahh.
-We gotta get that
picture out, Haynes.
-Is God going back on his word?
Don't I have one dead lady left?
-No, man.
I can't do it.
The next thing it's going to be
us on the front fucking page.
-OK.
-Are you listening, man?
-Uh huh.
MALE SPEAKER: Officer.
-Yeah.
Now I know where I saw him
before-- in a magazine article
about a year ago.
That guy got busted for
being drunk and disorderly,
a couple of times.
About a week later, he
wrote an article about it.
He was pretty hard
on the department.
He said that we were,
uh, cruel and insensitive
to a medical condition.
He wanted to, uh, know what
it was like to be a drunk,
so he became one.
That's the guy I
saw in the alleyway.
He had a small tape
recorder with him.
-So what he'd do now?
-Nothing.
-Haynes.
-We just want to talk to
him for a little while.
-Yeah.
I bet he did something
weird, right?
-What are you doing, man?
We don't have a warrant.
Anything we turn over is
going to be inadmissible.
-What makes you say that?
-Well, I saw him
the other night.
He was wearing a dress.
-A dress? [laugh]
-Yeah.
I swear.
A black one.
With the long sleeves,
lace, and sequins.
It was very nice.
-Really?
-I guess it's better than
coming home drunk every night.
Right?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
I put a stop to that.
He used to come home at 3:00
AM in the morning singing
at the top of his lungs and
peeing all over the stairs.
Can you imagine?
-I'd rather not.
-Yeah.
Oh.
Oh.
Here it is.
-You got it?
Terrific.
-You just making up
your own rules now?
That's how we doing this?
-Go back to the car
and get a donut.
-Fuck you, man.
-He's new.
-Ahh.
-Scoot over to the precinct.
About an hour.
All right.
Check this out.
You know that transvestite
that got knifed last night?
Forensics only found
one set of prints
on a broken bottle--
Nelson Keece.
-No kidding.
-Yeah.
What now, Snoop Doggy Dog?
-That guy starts writing
about alcoholics,
and then he becomes one.
He starts writing
about transvestites,
he puts on a dress.
Now he's written
about serial killers.
-Yeah?
-Look.
I got the girlfriend's,
uh, phone number.
Let's call her up, find
out where she's at,
and get our
surveillance team on it.
You know, I need a dictaphone.
-Dictaphone?
-Yeah.
-Oh.
-You got them donuts?
-Yeah.
-I hope you like jelly.
-I hate jelly.
-Yeah, but eat it anyway.
-Hey.
-Hi.
How's it going?
-Ah, good.
I'm hungry.
I'd like a hot dog.
-OK.
Everything?
-That'd be great.
All right.
-Here you go.
-Thanks.
-Oh.
Napkin.
Perfect.
Thanks.
-Bye.
-Whoa.
-Oh, I-- oh, I'm so sorry.
-It was my fault.
-Oh, I'm embarrassed.
-Let me get you another hot dog.
-No.
No.
That's not necessary.
-I insist.
-Extra ketchup and
mustard, right?
Judging from my jacket,
that's how you like it.
Here you go.
-Thanks.
-Thank you.
-You've got everything?
-Well, I have to go.
-All right.
Be careful.
-Mr. Keece, are you there?
It's me, Mrs. Morris.
-Mrs. Morris.
-Oh, hello.
-Hi.
Have you seen anyone
in my apartment?
-The police.
-Oh, great.
-What have you done, Mr. Keece?
-I haven't done anything.
-Well, you must
have done something
because everybody's
looking for you.
-Well, that proves it, then.
-Well, why don't you
just tell them the truth?
-I don't think it would make
a difference at this point.
-Honesty is the best policy.
-I appreciate that.
Juliette?
I don't know where to begin.
What I do know is
that I love you
more than anything
on this earth.
I know I've let you down.
I know I've hurt you.
I know I've been a failure.
One thing is had I
gone to the picnic,
this wouldn't have happened.
I'm sorry for all this.
I'm going to find him.
I have to do one right thing
before this is all over.
I'm sending you this tape in
case I never see you again.
I know now I should have written
a story called "The World
Through the Eyes of Juliette."
It's a beautiful world,
which one dark cloud over it.
OK.
JULIETTE (ON RECORDING): Hi.
Leave a message for
Nelson or Juliette.
-Nelson, it's me.
It's me.
Pick up the phone.
It's very much in your
interest to talk to me.
-Stefan.
I'm glad you called.
-How are you?
-I'm fine.
How do you feel?
-Disappointed.
-You weren't supposed
to kill anyone.
You should have
been square with me.
I might have surprised you.
-Still.
You did change the plan, Nelson.
I wasn't the one who brought
along that nasty old gun.
-I'm just learning how to do
this, and I want to play again.
Cut me some slack, Stefan.
Stefan!
-I'm here.
-Where are you?
-Close to your heart.
-Why don't you come up
and talk to me about it?
-Oh, come on, Nelson.
The cops are looking
for you, not me.
Besides, .
Last night marked the
end of our relationship.
We now have a beginning
and a middle to your story.
All you need is the end.
-We've never finished
the interview.
-That's because you're
a failure, Nelson.
You lack the courage of your
own convictions, unlike me.
I'm a finisher.
-There's still something missing
from the beginning, Stefan.
That woman who laughed at you,
the first woman you killed?
She found you amusing.
Please tell me why
she found you amusing.
-This interview is over.
-So how does the story end?
-Like it always
does-- with a murder.
Have you another
victim in mind yet?
-Listen to the tape again--
the one in your machine.
In the end, the voice
is all you'll have left.
JULIETTE (ON RECORDING): Hi.
Leave a message for
Nelson or Juliette.
-Oh, god.
Juliette.
Come on.
God.
-You got one, huh?
-That's right.
You know how hard it is to
find one of those things?
-Where's the batteries?
-I don't know.
-It says right on the box,
"batteries not included."
-Oh.
My bad.
You want me to go
get some batteries?
-Why don't you take
a look around back?
I'll keep an eye
on the warehouse.
-All right.
Cool.
-Now there's a nice lady.
Oh, shit.
That's not a lady.
That was Keece.
-[whistles] Cab!
Cab!
Taxi!
KEECE (ON TAPE): How many
women have you killed?
STEFAN (ON TAPE): How many
women have you made love to?
-Haynes.
Haynes, talk to me.
You there?
Hey.
I know you're not asleep.
Ah!
Uh, hey.
This is Laroue.
Haynes is dead.
Uh, I need immediate backup
over at 111 Mission Street.
Repeat-- officer down.
Send me some backup.
-Hi.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.
You remember me?
You dropped these at
the hot dogs stand.
-Thank you.
How did you know I was here?
-Well, that's the bizarre part.
I live right down
the street and I
saw you come in
here a while ago.
-Oh.
That's lucky for me.
-No.
The luck was all mine.
-Thank you.
-My name is Stefan.
This is great.
I've never seen anything
like this before.
-You know what?
Actually, I was just
getting ready to leave.
Oh, were you?
-Excuse me.
-Excuse me.
-Costumatic.
-Juliette.
-Nelson?
-Are you alone?
-What?
-Listen to me.
Are you alone?
Nelson, please.
Not now.
-The killer is coming for you.
-What?
Who?
-The killer is coming.
Stefan.
He's coming for you.
Please, honey.
Believe me this time.
-Oh.
Oh, I see.
-Is he there?
-Uh, mhm.
-Get out of there.
I'm on my way.
-OK.
What do you want?
-Nelso didn't tell you?
We're writing a book together.
-Really?
What's it about?
-The pursuit of happiness.
-Ah!
-Oh.
Ahh.
Ahh!
-Juliette.
Oh, Juliette.
Romeo's here.
Come out.
Come on, Juliette.
This is the end of the story.
We can't let Nelson down.
Is that you, Juliette?
Where are you?
Juliette!
-Ah!
-There you are.
[laugh]
-Ah!
-Pick up the knife.
Come on.
Pick up the knife!
Come on.
-Ah.
-I did it for you.
Now you know how it feels.
-Freeze.
Freeze.
-Nelson!
No!
No!
What have you done?
-Police.
Lady, get back.
-No.
It's the wrong guy.
-Lady, stay away from him.
Oh, god.
-Don't move.
-Oh, god.
Nelson--
-Do not move.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
-Juliette.
Julie, are you OK?
It's OK.
It's OK.
-Excuse me, Mr. Keece.
Will you sign one more?
-Sure.
Here you go.
-Thank you very much, sir.
MALE SPEAKER: The
killer is coming.
The killer is coming.
The killer is coming for you.