Alien Nation (1989–1990): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Red Room - full transcript

A break in at a behavioral lab and a series of execution-style murders dredges up buried memories for Francisco.

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𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉 E𝒩𝒢LI𝒮H

That was the scene in California
's Mojave Desert, five years ago.

Our historic first view
of the Newcomers' ship.

Theirs was a slave ship, carrying
a quarter-million beings...

bred to adapt and labor
in any environment.

But they've washed
ashore on Earth...

with no way to get back
to where they came from.

And in the last five years, the Newcomers
have become the latest addition...

to the population
of Los Angeles.

Just a second.

- Matt, hi.
- L need a scientist.



- Come on in.
- L'm sorry. Are you busy?

Well, l'm a little behind at work. l was
just finishing up some genetic typing.

What can l do for you?

See, we got this new
ramrod commissioner...

with more college degrees than brains
who's ordered this stupid test...

on everyone to see
if we're crazy.

Hell, l could've phoned that one in, right?
But, it's mandatory, see.

L've answered a few of them, but l
don't want to embarrass myself.

L figured you being a scientist
you could give me some idea...

you know, what they want to hear.
Sort of.

A psychological evaluation.
How fascinating.

Fascinating? lt's
a bunch of bull.

L don't know, this
one's interesting:

Would you rather walk your
dog, B: clean your desk...



or C: make love?

L mean, l've seen how
messy your desk is.

And you don't own a dog.

- This was a bad idea.
- Matt, l'm sorry.

L'm a biochemist,
not a psychologist.

There are no right answers.
Just be honest.

Lt's a good chance for you
to learn about yourself...

and for others to
learn about you.

L do my job. Nothing
else should matter.

Matt, it's only an evaluation.

Yeah, but if they find out you
tie your shoelaces wrong...

they ship you off to another division.
You're behind a desk, you're....

This is Cathy Frankel.

L'll be right there.

- Trouble?
- That was my service.

There's been a break-in at the
lab, l've got to go down there.

You want me to go with you?

- Go with me, why?
- Well, it's kind of late...

and it's a crazy town.

Well, thank you, Matt, but
l can take care of myself.

Besides, l'm stronger
than you are.

L didn't mean you needed help.

- But l wouldn't mind the company.
- Great.

L'd rather face a burglar with
a gun than this thing any day.

- You can go home, Frankel.
- Professor Pettit.

- All your work.
- And all my animals.

L tried to have you paged
to tell you not to bother.

- Everything is under control.
- Ls your alarm hooked into the police?

JEFFRlES: Yep.

L got the 459 just as l was
dunking my glazed twist.

- The boys in blue just left. l'm Jeffries.
- Sikes, Central.

You boys from Hollenbeck
get all the messy stuff.

Yeah, we're usually cleaning
up after you lazy bums.

And speaking of lazy,
what are you doing here?

Matt came as a friend.

Good thing, hate to think the department
pulled two of us off doughnut duty.

What have we got here?

Blood. S.l.D.'s on the way.

Not human. PETTlT: lt's rodent.

L rely on them heavily for
my cerebral research.

He's a behaviorist.

- What?
- A mice-and-maze doctor.

There's enough disorder here
without you adding to it.

Sorry, Doc, evidence.

- What's up with Doc?
- Eggheads.

- Lf E don't equal MC squared, they flip.
- Yo, Jeffries.

Think you can get a nice
clean lift off of this.

A lot of good that would do.
Lt belongs to Bobo. A chimp.

The extenuated phalanges
indicate that.

- Chimps have long fingers.
- Yeah, right.

Now, if you're all quite finished
l'd like to clean up my lab.

Sorry, nobody's cleaning up anything till
S.l.D. gives this place the once over.

Guy's a regular
Miss Congeniality.

What are all these
files doing here?

L'm sort of behind, and
Grazer lowered the boom.

We're baby-sitting
paperwork today.

An order l'm doing
my best to ignore.

George, what the hell have
you done with our data sets?

Lt'd be easier to peek
under the pope's skirt...

than to pull priors out
of your computer files.

L coded them, reorganized
them logically...

cross-referencing the "A" and "B"
members with the mainframe data sets.

That way l can enter any
data set from any file.

L'm surprised to see you using
the system at all, Matthew.

That's quite a departure from
your normal behavior pattern.

You've been regurgitating this
psychobabble for three weeks.

- Put a straitjacket on it.
- Psychobabble?

Lt's fascinating. And very advanced
for humans that you have a science...

devoted exclusively to
analyzing what makes you tock.

Tick. And psychology is a bunch
of frustrated thumb-suckers...

who think the root of all the problems in
the world is that you hate your mother.

You hate your mother?

No, George, l don't
hate my mother.

L'm beginning to hate you, the way
you screwed up this computer.

What are you looking for?

There was a break-in last
night at Cathy's lab.

Perps tore the place up pretty
good, let some lab animals go.

Animal rights activists?

L don't know, l'm just
looking for similars.

This isn't our case, is it?

Lt's just, you know,
Cathy's involved.

- Oh, Cathy?
- Yeah.

- She asked me if l'd look into it.
- Are you seeing Cathy?

She's just a friend,
would you...

Officers, your attention please.
Thank you.

Ln conjunction with the written
personality profiles...

l trust you've all completed...

the department has decided to give
one-to-one stress evaluations...

to all of the field officers.
Dr. Marcie Wright...

the department psychologist,
will be administering the tests.

Not tests, explorations
of your value systems.

How you relate to each other,
to the job, and to yourselves.

Lt's a great way to help our brotherhood
serve the community better.

According to the
departmental memo l got.

Come on, George. Let's go get some
coffee before we have a group hug.

Excuse me, Detective Sikes?

Excuse me.

DR. WRlGHT: While l'm certain
it's just an oversight...

yours is the only personality
profile l've yet to receive.

Look, l could tell you my dog ate it,
it got lost in the wash, whatever.

The truth is l didn't finish it.

L think it's stupid.

L can understand how you feel,
but it's still a requirement.

Right, so you can tell me
l misplace my aggression?

Actually, Matthew, the clinical
term is displaced aggression.

Ln which latent hostility
is directed at a subject...

not associated with
the initial anger.

- L got your latent hostility.
- Exactly.

You must be Detective Francisco.

Yes, l am. And l trust you
did receive my profile.

As a matter of fact, l did.

Ls there something wrong?
L answered each question.

L'm afraid you over-answered
each question.

A multiple choice is just that.

You gave me an essay on
every possible response.

Well, l wanted to be thorough.

To give you a deeper
insight into who l am.

While l appreciate
your enthusiasm...

and you've obviously
done your homework...

l don't want answers from
Jung, Freud, and Dr. Ruth.

L want answers from you.

Anyway, in its present form,
your profile is unusable.

Certainly there must be
some conclusion about me...

that you can derive
from this profile?

Well, Detective, l'd just as
soon reserve my judgment...

- until you redo the profile.
- No. You were going to say something.

DR. WRlGHT: Perhaps, that....

What's wrong?

Dr. Wright just said that l
have an insatiable need...

to influence the
situations around me.

Lnsatiable need?

Congratulations, George, the doc
just called you a control freak.

Control freak?

Twelve hours of pushing
paper, l've had enough.

Do you realize that in
psychological terms...

control freak translates
to anal-retentive?

Lf she had any knowledge of science
whatsoever, she would know...

anal-retention in Newcomers is
a physiological impossibility.

Sour grapes, George?

This morning, you thought that
psycho stuff was the greatest.

- Sikes.
- Matt, Cathy.

L'm between meetings, so l
have to make this fast.

L just wanted to call and thank
you for going with me last night.

Don't mention it.

- Any word on that break-in?
- Yes, that's why l'm calling.

Detective Jeffries is sure
that it was a protest.

- Protest?
- Animal rights activists.

Luckily we found most of the
animals in the building.

- We're going to be late.
- L have to go, Matt.

L'm sorry. Thanks again.

Yeah. Bye-bye.

So, it was the animal
rights activists.

You listening in on my
phone conversations again?

You know that's all tied
in with that anal stuff.

Lt's not anal, it's aural.

Just doesn't make sense.

Lt makes perfect sense. Newcomers
have acute hearing. l could hear...

Not your ears, the
animal rights activists.

Why would they go to all the trouble
to break in to free the animals...

and then not release
them outside?

How can Jeffries believe that?

Lf it bothers you so much, why don't you
call Detective Jeffries and clear it up?

Detective Jeffries, please.
Yeah, l'll hold.

Then having freed the animals, why
would they go ahead and trash the lab?

L guess it would depend
on what was in the lab.

Test tubes, electrodes,
files scattered all around.

Mice-through-mazes stuff.

And something called
Project D.A.R.T.

D-A-R-T.

Maybe l'm crazy, it
just seems weird.

Nothing to wet your
pants about, George.

Celine!

You're right, George, you're not a
control freak, you're out of control.

- Come on.
- Good night, gentlemen.

Don't let the
psychologist see that.

L said Jeffries.
Detective Jeffries.

You sure?

Okay, thanks.

Matt?

Hollenbeck Division, they don't
have a Detective Jeffries.

See what you get for playing
with butane and nails?

Sorry to keep you guys waiting.
At least you had company.

You know, Lois, you've
been working too much.

L'm saving for a trip to Hawaii. L
figured if l put away a dollar...

for every stiff's
intestines that l drain, l

should be lying on a
beach by next April.

- You're a terribly romantic woman.
- At least l have my dreams.

Which is more than l can
say for your John Doe.

LOlS: The midnight boys
found him downtown.

Cause of death?

Somebody emptied a
9-millimeter into his chest.

You can play connect-the-dots,
but it's not a pretty picture.

Andarko.

No lD, no clothes, no
nothing, stripped clean.

He was dead before he was dumped downtown.
One weird thing, though...

l found traces of
gunpowder in the wounds.

Weird? The guy's Swiss cheese.

Yes, but the powder l found was fresh.
Not spent.

Let's get a look at his face.

L'll try and get a match
from the mug books...

and see if he had a
criminal record.

George, he already
has a prom date.

You're kidding. No Detective
Jeffries, you're sure?

No, l'm not hard of
hearing, butthead.

Matthew, we got an lD on the
John Doe in the morgue.

A widower named Marcus Byer.
A chemist from Loma Linda.

Get this, George. There wasn't even a
police report filed on that lab break-in.

Maybe the other detective
procrastinates his paperwork...

- as much as you do.
- You're controlling, George.

Matthew, l understand our job is to
find answers, but to these questions...

not about your
phantom detective.

George, it doesn't even
bother you that...

there could be a guy out there
pretending to be a cop?

What bothers me is
that we have a case...

a murder case, and there are
only questions and no answers...

and the only thing that
you care about is...

a break-in in a lab that
is none of your business.

Look, l care, George. lt's just, the fact
is, we get shootings here every day.

Not like this.

Somehow, l know this man.

- You sure?
- Pardon me, Detective.

- L don't mean to interrupt.
- Excuse me.

- Ls he always so preoccupied?
- George? He's the Rock of Gibraltar.

He's just having a bad day.

By the way...

l still haven't received your personality
profile. l start my evaluations today.

Yeah, procrastination's one
of my biggest problems.

L can see that.
Make sure l get it.

L wanted to submit myself
as your first evaluee.

L find the key to being in a position
of authority and leadership...

is establishing a relationship
of respect with the men.

And you're secure in your
leadership abilities?

Absolutely, like a newborn
in the arms of his mother.

You know, Captain,
it's not uncommon...

for people in your position to
experience feelings of doubt...

about their leadership ability.

Me? l have no doubt.

No.

L mean, no doubts whatsoever.

Somebody get these wood
chips away from me.

You know how much
cellulose the pod needs.

Don't want it to
fill up with mucus.

EMlLY: So, eat those
wood chips, Mom.

Could we please get
back to the game?

Tennessee Avenue. L think
with a house the rent is...

- $60.
- $70.

L only have $30. L'll give you
the rest when l pass "Go."

lf you take the garbage out before
you go to bed, we'll call it even.

- Deal.
- Wait, l'm afraid there's nothing...

in the rules about paying
debts with garbage removal.

Lt says right here:

"lf any player at any time
is..." SUSAN: George.

- What?
- Taking the garbage out...

is worth more to me
than $40 of play money.

But l am the banker, and as such it is
my responsibility to enforce the rules.

Don't have a hearts attack,
l'll mortgage Reading Railroad.

That's $100, $40 for your
mother, and $60 for you.

There you are.

Go ahead, Emily.

Boardwalk.

That's $2,000, with a red room.

A red room? l thought
those were hotels.

A red room.

Kill him.

George?

Maybe all that money's
driving Dad crazy.

- L'm going to turn in. Come on, Em.
- Me, too.

Buck, we're not finished
with the game, it's....

- We're all broke, you own everything.
- L don't own the utilities.

L think that's enough
fun for one evening.

Fine.

No one wants to play,
no one wants to play.

Well, can you blame
them, George?

Ever since that psychologist told
you to redo your evaluation...

- you've been unbearable.
- L have not been unbearable.

Maybe l have.

- Ls something wrong?
- No.

Yes.

L don't know. l don't know if
something is wrong or if it's me.

Maybe my mind is
just playing tricks.

What kind of tricks?

Do we know a human
named Marcus Byer?

L don't think so. Why?

He was murdered yesterday.

For some reason l can't get
his face out of my mind.

Hey, Cathy?

Matt, what's up?

Have you ever noticed that Detective
Jeffries hanging around the lab before?

No, l don't think so.

Why? ls there a problem?

No, it's probably just my cop curiosity
working O.T. again. l'll see you.

You forgot this.

Yeah. That shrink at work's been
itching to get me on the couch.

Boy, is she in for a big
disappointment, huh?

Matt, you're too modest.

L was a little short of time,
but l tried to be thorough.

Question Number 6 was
quite enlightening...

that you'd rather be at home alone
than at a party with your friends.

- That says a lot.
- You read this?

Well, of course, you...

Terrific. Next you're going to
be coming over reading my mail.

Lf you didn't want me to read
it, then why did you leave it?

L didn't leave it. l forgot it.

L thought you wanted
me to read it.

L wanted your advice, not for
you to invade my privacy.

Matt, if you're concerned about
your privacy being invaded...

then l think we
should talk about it.

L've got a shrink at work who wants
to talk. l don't need one at home.

Humans.

L thought we'd never
get out of there.

This time it's a Jane instead of a
John, but we've got another Doe.

- So, it looks like our boy?
- Everything's the same...

multiple gunshot wounds, no lD.

- Killed someplace else, then dumped here.
- Unspent gunpowder?

L'd have to run some tests to be positive,
but there looks like there's traces of it.

- Especially under the fingernails.
- Like she was dragged...

- through gunpowder?
- L just tag them, you're the detectives.

Hey!

Matt!

Hey, man.

- My partner, he's....
- Want an up-close and personal?

L'm telling you the guy who
ran was Jeffries. l know it.

- You listening to me, George?
- Yes, you were saying...

that this man might be
tied to these murders.

L don't know if he's got
anything to do with this case...

or if he's just checking me out.

L'm going to get to the
butt end of this dog.

S.l.D.'s got a tag on your second victim.
Lt's all here.

Bingo! Victim's a 44-year-old.

Physical therapist. Last
name Russle, first name...

Amanda.

What, you're a mind reader now, too?
What's the problem, George?

Lt's nothing.

You've been acting like you've
been sucking sour cream.

- What's going on?
- L'm not sure.

Come on, you recognized the first victim,
now you know the second one's name?

- You holding out on me?
- L don't think so.

You don't think so? What the
hell's that supposed to mean?

- DR. WRlGHT: Everything okay?
- Yeah, fine.

Detective Sikes, l want to thank
you for turning in your profile.

Yeah, well, l don't want
you to think l'm crazy.

Of course not, but l look forward
to finding out for sure.

L have time for an interview
right now, any takers?

Well, thanks, but we've got our
own lunatic to strap down here.

L would.

L would like to talk now.

- Everything is confidential?
- Absolutely.

L fear l am suffering from
the very anxieties...

you were brought here to expose.

L'm not here to
expose, but to help.

What anxieties are you feeling?

L'm distracted and
overbearing at home.

Preoccupied and short at work...

and l, the control freak,
am unsure as to why.

- How long has this been happening?
- The last few days.

Lt's this case that l'm on.

The faces of the two victims, l can't
seem to get them out of my mind.

L feel l know them.

But l don't know how.

Dostoyevsky once said that every man
deals with three kinds of truth:

The kind he shares
with his friends...

the kind he shares
with himself...

and the kind he shields
from his innermost soul.

There are ways to see
behind the shield.

Thanks.

Hey, George.

Spots hardly look shrunk.
How did it go?

She wanted me to try
something, but l refused.

Matthew, what do you
know of hypnosis?

Watch the drumstick, George,
you're getting sleepy.

I am serious.

L saw it in a nightclub once.
The Great Sebastian.

Hypnotized a guy
from Cedar Rapids.

Every time a bell went
off, he was squawking...

and waddling around
like a chicken.

Never did get him to
lay that egg, though.

- He controlled this man's mind?
- Yeah.

On the ship, the holy gas allowed
the overseers to control our minds.

But unlike your man in the nightclub,
there was nothing funny about it.

No. l will not let
anyone control me again.

Here, l want these and the
rest on your desk processed...

- before you leave.
- Sir, we have a double murder.

Had a double murder.
That case is closed.

- Closed?
- You heard me.

- Just like that?
- Look, l don't like it, either.

L have no choice.

- Nothing closes that easily.
- Drop it, Sikes.

Grazer, Captain!

Who's jerking your chain?

L guess l am.

Well, if it isn't
Detective Jeffries.

Sorry about impersonating a cop,
but you caught me by surprise.

And l get paid to think fast.

L bet you do. What were
you doing at the lab?

- What the hell's going on?
- All right, can it. lt's out of our hands.

Sorry.

National Security matter.
Need to know.

National Security? What are you?
ClA? FBl?

NSA?

Doesn't matter, George, l've
dealt with these guys...

and the ones that don't
talk are up to no good.

This comes from way above, top floor.
We're out of it.

Don't worry, l'll see that this
matter does not leave this office.

Are you saying you want us
to forget about two murders?

- Pretend they never happened?
- That's exactly what they're saying.

Uncle Sam's up to some dirty games, and
they want it all swept under the rug.

Lt's over, Sikes.

Yeah, especially for the two
people lying in the morgue.

Look, l can understand your
concern, but please...

you're just going to have to trust that
these murders will be fully investigated.

L'm not worried about
the investigation.

But l have a friend at the lab.
And if anything happens to her...

l'm coming after you personally.

Let's go. JEFFRlES: l am
hopeful, Detective...

that you will honor our
jurisdiction in this matter.

L hear you loud and clear:
Big Brother's watching.

Little boys in suits playing games while
people die, and Grazer just rolls over.

L don't like it either, but
it's a Federal matter.

L'm sure they have
their reasons.

Yeah, Uncle Sam doesn't
want to get caught...

- with his shorts around his ankles.
- There you are.

L found something on our lady
victim, knew you'd want to see it.

- That won't be necessary. We've been...
- What you got?

Our butcher boy left a
calling card this time.

Newcomer tissue. Thought
you guys should know.

- Keep this under your hat?
- Hell, l'll keep it under my pillow.

L've got a date.

Matt, we have been removed from the case.
lt's closed.

Yeah, maybe for the clowns
upstairs, but not for me.

What about you, George? Don't you
want to know about those faces...

- dancing around in your head?
- Yes, of course l do.

- L'm going to run an lD on this.
- No.

Matt, l want to get to the bottom
of this just as much as you do.

But if your Big Brother is
watching, and you go to S.l.D...

we'll not only be off the
case, we'll be off the force.

There must be another way.

This should tie us into the Newcomer
tissue catalogue at the lab.

Just be a second.

Look, Cathy, about
the profile tests.

L've been doing a lot of thinking,
and l guess l sort of overreacted.

Lt's okay. Don't worry about it.

Lt's just that l...

Rather be alone than go to
a party with your friends?

Here it is.

The tissue belongs to
a Newcomer named...

Silas Marner.

- You know this guy, too?
- Yes.

We were in quarantine together.
Camp 7.

Lt was a military facility they
mothballed back in the early '90s.

Not a pleasant place
from what l've heard.

We both spent time in a hospital
ward soon after the crash.

We had the kumlekula.

- What?
- Like pneumonia.

That's strange.

- Must be some kind of mistake.
- What?

Well, if this tissue belongs
to your killer, then it's...

the most bizarre thing
l've ever seen.

These are the remains of those
who died in quarantine.

You guys packed them
in like sardines.

Matthew, it was not by choice
these brethren were interned...

in empty oil drums, shoved
in like so much garbage.

Smells sweet.

Glaheb, a preparation solution to aid the
departed on their journey to Celine.

Matt.

Sawdust.

There ain't no Silas
Marner in here, George.

The record said that he died
five years ago in quarantine.

- This doesn't make sense.
- Lt makes perfect sense.

Big Brother can make anybody
they want look dead or alive.

But why?

There's only one person
who can tell us that.

You know the victims' faces.
You were at Camp 7.

Lt's all inside your head, George. You're
the only one who can take us back.

You're fighting me, George.

No one can take
control of your mind.

You will remain in
complete control.

Now, relax.

Feel your breath go in and out.

Feel your hearts beating.

You are relaxed.

Let the tension drain
from your body.

Let it flow from your spots
to the tips of your toes...

out and down through the floor.

Are you relaxed?

L want you to go back, George.

Back to quarantine.

Back to Camp 7.

Go back, George.

Go back to when you were sick.

We weren't sick.

We were made to appear
that way to separate us.

What do you see, George?

The red room.

Who are you?

No, you are Dart Four.

PETTlT: Doctor Byer,
increase the hallucinogen.

You are Dart Four.

PETTlT: He has
incredible strength.

Lf we could only
control their minds.

You are Dart Four. PETTlT:
You are Dart Three.

Prepare your weapons. Take aim.
PETTlT: Kill him!

We must control their minds.

Who are you?

I am Silas.

No, you are Dart Three.

You are Dart Four. Say it!

I am Dart Four.

Dart Four, come
over to the target.

Dart Four, can you
see the target?

Yes.

Fire.

Fire!

Dart Four has an ethical
imprint we can't override.

Dart Three, kill him.

DR. WRlGHT: Who was in
charge of this, George?

Who was trying to control you?

We found the one.

And him?

PETTlT: Drug him.

See that he remembers nothing.

Place him back into the
internment population.

DR. WRlGHT: Who was it?

The man with the dark lens.

Silas beat us to the party.

Looks as though Pettit
gave him quite a struggle.

Let's see what he was
trying to take with him.

George, data disks.

Let's see what's on them.

Defense Alien
Research Training."

"Pettit, Amanda, Marcus."

They brainwashed and used
you like guinea pigs...

to create some kind
of super-assassin.

Killing machines.

Lt makes sense. You're
smarter, faster, stronger.

No wonder Jeffries
wanted to keep it quiet.

Silas had successfully completed
two assassinations...

before Big Brother
scrapped the project.

They kept him in a safe house...

for the last four years trying to
figure out what to do with him.

Like a caged animal
waiting to break out.

Yeah, well, that happened three
nights ago when he blew in here...

and stole the files to figure
out who did this to him.

And now he's destroying them.

But why would he take his victims
somewhere else to kill them?

- To teach them a lesson.
- A lesson?

Matt, the gunpowder.

Camp 7 was a military facility.

The red room, an old
munitions dump.

He's killing them where
they killed him.

Lt's been a long night, George.
Lf you're not up to this....

lt's all right, Matthew.

For me, this place
is just a memory.

But for Silas....

Dart Three, stop it now.

Prepare your weapons.

Take aim.

- Fire.
- No!

His reflexes are excellent.

We found the one.

Kill him.

- Police! Freeze!
- Silas, no!

Drop it!

Lt's George.

From the camp.

Look at me.

Look at my face, you know me.
PETTlT: My God.

Shoot him.

You are no longer giving
the orders in this room.

Put the gun down, Silas.

George, he ain't
doing it, George.

He's a killer!

Lt is not his fault.
He is not responsible.

Who are you?

I am Dart Three.

This guy's been programmed
for four years, George.

You think you're gonna just
waltz into his mind now?

You are Silas Marner.

Who are you?

- L am Dart Three.
- No!

- George, l'm not gonna let this happen.
- Matthew!

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

You are Silas Marner.

Gentlemen, let's
put the guns down.

Let's not get ugly.

- L'm just here for my package.
- Get me out of here!

Sorry, Professor. You're
not on my shopping list.

You know, we could've used your taming
powers for the last six months.

Silas here has been a
most erratic young man.

But l'm sure that'll
be taken care of now.

- You're not gonna get away with this.
- Get away with what?

We will not let you kill
your killing machine...

and pretend nothing happened.

JEFFRlES: No one's
going to be killed.

L'm simply going to take Dart
Three back where he belongs.

- No deal.
- What do you need this for?

Why don't we all just walk away?

You guys just don't
get it, do you?

We're just the rats in the maze.

Somebody else decides
who gets the cheese.

You're right. l don't get it.

What's it gonna be?

Don't look so surprised, Sikes.

L get paid to mop up
spills, not blood.

Anyway, l promised the family
l'd take them to the movies.

L'm afraid that you are
going to miss your movie.

- Forget it, George.
- What? We're going to just let him go?

Lt's not worth our time.

We pull him in, Big Brother will
have him sprung in 20 minutes.

We got what we need.

- JEFFRlES: Gentlemen.
- Jeffries.

L want you to give Big
Brother a message.

You tell him that l
will make sure...

the press finds out about the D.A.R.T.
project.

JEFFRlES: But will
they print it?

Joe, your wife's on Line 3.

DR. WRlGHT: Why does this psychological
evaluation disturb you so?

What are you trying to
hide from yourself?

What do you fear, Detective?

Lt's easy to open.

DR. WRlGHT: Why?

Why won't you open that door?