Identity Page #3

We are not leaving.

There is no place else to go.

There's a flood outside,

Ginny. Stop it! Stop it!

I'm not pregnant!

What did you just say?

I lied.

I'm not pregnant.

What are you talking about?

I saw the test.

Why would you do that to me?

Because Alison saw you at

The Hawk with that f***ing girl!

-Ginny, what are we, like 1 5?

-Go away!

Goddamn!

-Open this goddamn door, Ginny!

-No!

I haven't been to The Hawk

in over a f***ing year.

Alison is a stupid b*tch-whore,

who likes f***ing with your head.

Open the damn door, Ginny.

-Open the f***ing door!

-Not until you calm down!

I'm calm! I am very f***ing calm!

What are you doing?

Lou?

Ginny, open this damn door!

Open the door!

-Open the door!

-Stop it, stop it!

Ginny, damn it, open the door!

Ginny, Ginny, Ginny!

Lou, please stop!

Lou?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Help me! Somebody help me!

Help me!

Help me! Somebody help me!

Is he in there? ls he in there?

Ginny, are you okay?

What happened? What happened?

-Oh, sh*t.

-Jesus Christ.

Lou? Lou?

What's going on?

What the hell?

Oh, sh*t!

Come here!

They caught him. They caught him.

Why are we keeping him in here?

-Where would you prefer, Larry?

-I don't know.

I told you to stay in 3, didn't l?

Did I tell you that?

They got in a fight! I tried to

get them to go back inside!

Should we try the radio again?

Larry, just stay here and watch him.

-Go back and look after Ginny.

-Where are you going?

Just do it, please.

Ed?

I don't know if I'm comfortable

with guard duty, per se.

He's unconscious, Larry.

He's tied to a post.

Timothy.

Timothy.

Alice? Oh, my God. Alice?

I don't remember anything.

We had an accident.

George? Can you keep

an eye on Ginny for a minute?

She's awake now. I have

to get some aspirin to help her.

Darling, I gotta go get

something out of my room.

-Sh*t!

-What's wrong, buddy?

What do you got in the fridge?

-You shut up.

-What's in there?

What's in there?

-What do you got in there?

-Shut up.

What is it, huh?

-Shut up.

-You can tell me.

I'm good at keeping secrets.

I got a whopper myself.

What are you doing?

Motherf***er!

-What are you doing out here?

-Getting sh*t that's mine.

What are you doing?

What, I don't get to ask a question?

I'm taking photos. There's been two

murders. Before all the evidence--

That's not an answer. You're a limo

driver. What are you doing?

Looking to win some "beyond the call

of duty," Iimo-driver merit badge?

You're not on the job anymore.

You don't need to be a hero.

There's a real, live,

active-duty cop outside--

The one who's managed to lose

a convicted killer?

You're a complicated cat, Edward.

No. Not really.

I think so.

What month were you born?

-May.

-Taurus.

Same as me.

-Where were you a cop?

-Los Angeles.

Were you fired or did you quit?

I took medical leave.

It was making me sick.

I burned out, I guess.

Wasn't up for it.

One day I got a call...

...for a jumper.

A young Mexican girl.

Pregnant, infected with AIDS,

totally strung-out.

She was truly one of the doomed.

I asked her to come in off

the ledge and into my arms.

She asked me why

she should bother living.

What did you say?

I was trained

to tell her lots of things.

Her dreams, all the people

who'd miss her.

But for a second, I hesitated.

And she saw it.

Within that second, I couldn't think of

one optimistic thing to say to her.

So she spread her arms

and jumped.

I started getting headaches...

...and eventually started blacking out.

So I filed for medical.

What?

What is it?

Rhodes!

-It's worse. Nothing but static!

-Where's that key from the actress?

This was on the kid.

-What is it, some kind of countdown?

-Larry!

What the f*** is he doing?

Larry, come over here!

Come over here, man.

What are you doing? Come over here.

-What are you doing?

-I just went to get something.

We told you to watch the guy.

What are you doing in your office?

I just went to get something.

How many sets of keys are there

to this place? Look at me. How many?

-Two and a master set.

-Oh, my f***ing God!

Larry, you mother--! You son of a--!

Get the f*** in here! Get in here!

Why did you kill him?

Why did you kill my con?

Holy sh*t! Who did that?

Jesus Christ, I didn't do that!

Bullshit! You're lying!

-It's your bat sticking out of his throat!

-I know, but I didn't do it!

Check the doors!

-I didn't do it!

-Look at him!

-Why'd you kill him?

-Why were you outside?

-Why'd you leave him?

-I was scared.

-What were you scared of?

-You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

-Why'd you kill my con?

-I didn't!

I don't know how--

I went to my office, that's all!

-Why'd you leave him?

-This your key? Number 8?

Ten, nine, eight, huh?

This is your key!

You can't say that!

Those aren't my keys!

That's like leading the witness

or something. Look.

These are my keys, okay?

These are my keys. You see?

You got a Gucci wallet?

It's the actress's.

Yes, I took her wallet.

Afterwards. After she died!

Afterwards, all right? I didn't kill her.

And I didn't kill him.

-Let her go, Larry.

-Get back! You won't pin this on me.

-Timothy?

-Get him out of here!

-Put it down.

-I didn't hurt anybody. No one!

But I don't like cheap f***ing whores!

lf you take one more step--

F***!

Get it off!

Sh*t!

Come on, you little b*tch.

Please f***ing start.

-Goddamn it!

-Hey!

Larry, stop!

What is going on?

-Larry!

-Get out of my way, I didn't do sh*t!

Timothy! Timothy!

An insanity plea was

refused by the court...

...despite the fact that my client

is a certifiable Axis IV dissociative.

To this day, he remains unaware of

the crimes for which he was convicted.

In 1 986, the Supreme Court ruled

decisively that states cannot execute...

...a person who does not understand

why he's being put to death.

He signed a confession.

-He didn't just sign it, he dictated it.

-Thirdly...

...Malcolm's diaries found

misfiled in state evidence.

Your Honor, this notebook contains

entries made just before the murders.

Important to note are the spectacular

changes in handwriting style...

...tone, point of view.

What you are looking at are the private

thoughts of several different people.

With permission,

Dr. Mallick will elaborate.

Thank you.

Your Honor, there is no

universally efficacious treatment...

...for Dissociative ldentity Disorder.

In theory, one attempts to move

the patient towards integration.

-A folding of their fractured psyche.

-Your Honor?

He's here.

No! What you saw was an accident!

He ran out in front of me!

I'm not a murderer!

There's a dead body

in your freezer, Larry.

-I didn't kill him. I found him like that.

-Stop it!

Listen! Listen! I was in Vegas last

month and I lost everything, okay?

Everything!

I drove west. I didn't know where

to go, but I was running on empty...

...so I pulled in here at this place.

And there was no one at the station,

so I came over to the office...

...and I walked in.

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