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and shakes his ass

in a bar full of people!

You saw me?

No. The guys in the band

recognized you.

Well, uh...

things are not

what they seem.

What?

It's a little secret

detective credo I have...

the soul is dead

that slumbers...

and things are not

what they seem.

Oh...

oh, brother! You are

really something.

A cop quoting

Longfellow.

It's disgusting.

Hey, hey! I just use it

to pick up women.

Yeah?

I bet it works.

Frankly, not as well

as my handcuffs.

You're the first one

to know who it is.

I can't believe

you know who it is.

Most of the women

I go out with...

think it's a line

from Guns N' Roses.

L... I don't know

your first name.

John.

Would you like to have

some coffee... John?

What do you think

he's talking about?

I think he's trying to find

a rhyme for "pretentious."

- Pretentious?

- Yeah.

Park benches, pal.

That was very good.

You want to write me

some lyrics?

You want

to catch a murderer?

1, 2, 3, go.

He doesn't like blood.

There was a man

from Nantucket... what?

He doesn't like blood.

He slits their wrists.

That's the last thing

he does...

but he scrubs his hands

so raw I could smell them.

Then he gets out.

He doesn't want

to see her bleed.

That's very good.

Why?

You tell me.

His kills are clean

so they can be...

nice and pretty

while he...

Does this rhyme

with Nantucket?

Yeah.

Your normal rapists,

they like the live ones...

the look in their eyes

when the knife comes out.

Oh, yeah,

they get off on that...

but this guy, this guy

just wants a body...

a f***ing blowup doll that

won't fly out the window...

when you squeeze it

too hard.

But they're still

struggling, moving...

so he strangles them

to stop them...

from kicking

and moving around...

and then it gets weird.

He fixes them up like her...

like someone

he once knew...

and then he slits

their wrists. Why?

To make sure

they never go back...

to being what they were...

that there lies

his fantasy preserved...

pickled

in her own juices.

I don't know.

You're good at your job.

Sometimes my job...

is the only thing

I am good at.

Oh, I doubt that.

Think you're going

to catch him?

You think you saw him?

Yeah, I did.

All right,

then we'll catch him.

"X." Uh...

"L, M, B."

That's OK.

Try this one.

"Z... M... I... O."

All right.

And this?

Whose eyes are these?

They don't work.

Miss Brody,

those are the corneas...

of two healthy girls

in their early 20s.

Really? Whose?

I know a little

about one donor.

The family wrote to me.

How did this donor die?

Auto accident.

Well, can I meet her,

her family?

That's not

a good idea.

Do they want to meet me?

What's the problem?

Emma, you have

to move on...

repair your life,

and so do they.

Don't prolong

their grief.

You're just like John.

Neither of you...

can go to work

until somebody dies.

John...

Detective Hallstrom.

You saw him again?

I had a little panic

at the club last night.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

My playing's for sh*t.

Maybe I could help

somehow.

What?

Emma?

Nothing.

Ralph's parked

on level three.

Aren't you supposed

to give him...

to another blind person?

No. He's too old.

He gets to retire.

I guess I'm the lucky one

in a way.

Call me... anytime.

OK. Thanks.

Here's your dog.

There you go.

Do you know

when the next train is?

About 6 minutes.

You got plenty of time.

All right.

Thanks a lot. See you.

Bye-bye.

Ralph! Come on.

What?

You stay put.

Ralph, where are you?

If that's food,

you're dead, pal.

You're such a doofus.

That's just a train,

Ralph.

Ralph, come.

Ralph, come.

Oh, my God!

Easy, boy.

OK, we might have some

fractures in the rear...

possibly a broken pelvis.

I can feel

at least 2 broken ribs.

And I think there's

some internal bleeding...

so we've got to get him

to the hospital.

- Let her go.

- Thank you.

What?

There's nothing

out there.

He was there.

Did you see him?

Not very clearly, no.

Do you ever see

anything clearly?

It was that soap smell.

I can still smell it.

What else?

Some kind of necklace,

like a cross or a medallion.

I never told her.

Show me this cross.

No. I got to be

with my dog.

This is very important.

Show me where that is.

I'll take care of him.

Thanks, Dr. Alexander.

Hang on, baby.

All right.

It was here.

I saw it.

We combed every inch

of this place.

Emma, the vet's

ready to go. Come on.

How far to the hospital?

There's no cross here,

John.

You saying she's lying?

I want to believe her.

I want a witness

as badly as you do.

I just think this guy's

a figment of her imagination.

Believe me,

the guy was here.

How do you know?

This isn't even his pattern.

He kills them in the home.

I don't remember seeing

a bathtub around here.

She's not part

of his string.

She's a witness.

It's different.

Let me know as soon as

you hear anything.

Mitch, what about

the cross, huh?

She saw the cross.

She could have overheard

that at the station.

How much do you know

about this girl?

I know what

I need to know.

No, what you want to.

You're not doing

your homework, my friend.

The doctor told me

she hallucinates.

Yeah, we know that.

Not the killer,

smart ass...

other things,

from her past.

Look, a girl in her

building was murdered.

She's afraid, her mind

makes this stuff up.

I'm telling you something

happened here tonight.

The girl's a dead end.

She hasn't led us anywhere.

This guy has stumped me.

You've always trusted

my instincts before.

What the hell's

different now?

You stuffed your instincts

in the trunk, my friend.

Your dick

is driving the car.

F*** her and get on

with the goddamn case!

I don't want

to f*** her.

Isn't one of you enough?

Can you smell that?

No, that's not it.

How's the dog?

He has to stay there

for a while.

Don't turn on the light.

You want something

to drink?

No, no. I'm not staying.

What are you trying

to do here?

Turn that off, please.

You think having

the lights off...

is gonna make

everything OK?

Just let me pretend

for a while.

Pretend what,

that you can't see?

I can't see.

I can't see things that

are right in front of me...

and I can see things

that couldn't be there.

For all I know, it was

Cuchetto on the stairs.

I saw Valerie

after she died.

I saw my mother.

Want to see me cry?

Boo-hoo!

My dog got hit

by a Cadillac.

Now get the f***

out of here.

Simmer down.

Is this the cross

you saw?

Is it?

How about this one?

That's it.

Why didn't you tell me...

about these other

hallucinations you had?

Because it wouldn't make me

a credible witness.

Isn't that right?

Isn't that what

you're here to tell me...

that I'm a nut

and you're moving on?

Why do you think I assigned

someone to protect you?

I can protect myself.

With what...

darkness?

I survived 20 years...

without sight

or a cop at my door.

That's great.

What are you going to do...

break every lamp

in the house?

No. Take the bulbs out.

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