Never Talk to Strangers Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 86 min
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700 bucks at a liquor store in one shot.
Listen, I gotta go.
Flight 47 to Boston
now boarding at gate A.
Flight 33 to Albany
now boarding at gate B.
Passengers for flight 33 to Albany,
please report to gate B.
What the hell?
I found it.
- Hey!
- Hold on. We got a straggler.
We've been here all day. He's searched
the library, local newspaper...
state records office...
that kind of thing.
No, I'm in Albany.
Yes, I'm in Albany.
He didn't get on the flight to Boston.
- Why didn't he tell me?
- Why? Is something wrong?
- I'm from Albany.
- No kidding.
Now he's gettin'
on the flight to New York.
Listen, I gotta go. It's boarding.
Welcome to New York's La Guardia.
All passengers, flight 286,
arriving from Albany and Buffalo...
please proceed to the baggage area.
Brace yourself, Sarah.
It seems that he has a wife and child.
There's a little girl here about five.
Hey!
Hi, Sarah. It's me. Tony.
Where are you?
I tried you at the office.
I just got back from Boston.
I'm at the airport.
Listen, let's meet at my place.
I can hardly wait to see you.
Just a second.
- Why did you bar the door?
- I was scared.
- What took you so long?
- I was calling my service.
I was paged.
- I can't stay.
- What?
I have to go. It's an emergency.
No.
- No?
- I won't let you.
I'm just kidding.
It was attempted homicide, Dr. Taylor...
and I'm not just talkin'
about your friend, Mr. Raddison.
We examined your heater.
Those screws were tampered with.
I think you better talk with...
with Tony Ramirez.
- Take care, Dr. Taylor.
- Thanks.
Tony!
That gives you the right
to break into my home?
I don't think so.
- What are you doing?
- Calling the police.
Give me the phone.
Don't do that.
Not yet.
We have to talk.
Why are you doing this to me?
It's over, Sarah.
It's over.
Please. Please don't kill me.
- Please.
- Hey, hey, no.
Get away from your purse. Don't touch
the gun. Don't f***ing move!
I've seen the file, Tony.
I know you've been stalking me
right from the beginning.
You knew it wasn't me.
If it wasn't you,
why can't I call the police?
Go ahead. Be my guest.
Call the police. Come on.
- Why did you do that?
- Why did you go to New York?
- Who was that woman?
- You want to know the truth?
Yes.
That woman in New York is my cousin.
She's also Benny's sister.
- Benny Martin.
- What does Benny have to do with this?
Well, the family
wants to know where he is.
- I was sent here to investigate you.
- You're telling me all this time...
We want to know what happened to him.
That's why I came here.
When you were talking about trust?
When I was falling in love with you?
- I am in love with you, goddamn it!
- I don't believe you!
You've got to believe me!
- You want to see something?
- No.
- Huh?
- No, I don't!
I put a surveillance
camera in your hallway...
just to find out who it was.
Come here.
It's you, Sarah.
- You've been stalking yourself.
- That's a lie.
- You need help.
- It's a lie.
This is a f***ing lie!
Angel?
You're not going to leave.
I won't let you.
You'll never,
Don't do this, Alison.
Don't make me angry!
Sweet Jesus. What are
they going to do to me?
Mama's been bad
You have to help Daddy pull the trigger.
Do as you're told.
One, two, three.
All right. All right.
Daddy'll help you.
My mommy is dead.
She's all gone.
It was an accident.
Yes, it was an accident.
It was just one
She was just a child.
That's why we never talked about it.
Angel?
It wasn't an accident, was it?
You put the gun in my hand.
- What're you saying?
- She doesn't know what she's saying.
You think I don't remember
what happened...
what you did to me every night?
You think I don't remember
the sound of your shoes...
Coming into my bedroom every night?
Why they took me away from you?
Why my aunt would never let me see you?
You fooled everybody.
Sarah, give me the gun.
Here's my gun. I'm gonna take it.
I'm gonna put it down, all right?
And I want you to do the same thing.
You don't wanna shoot me, right?
You gonna kill me?
Give me the gun.
- Trust me.
- Trust me.
Sure.
F***er.
Now you know what happened to Benny.
You were so f***in' interested.
He was a worthless
piece of sh*t, like you.
Like all men. Like all men!
It's all right, Sarah.
We can deal with this.
F***! Now look what
you've gone and done!
And I'm gonna have to
f***in' cover for you again!
Goddamn it! I'm sick of it!
Oh. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Help, please.
It wasn't your fault.
We'll tell 'em it wasn't your fault.
You're right.
It was never my fault.
Oh, please.
Please, I know what I did.
I know what I did to you.
- Do you believe in justice?
- No.
Please.
It never happened.
Never happened like that.
Never happened.
I'm not gonna remember any of this.
All right, Sarah.
It's gonna be all right.
It was self-defense.
"Ramirez shot my father several times,
and then he turned his gun towards me.
I fired once.
The next thing I remember...
I was standing over Tony Ramirez's
body with a gun in my hand.
Detective Spatz came into the room.
I'm not sure how much time had gone by...
but I can't believe it could have
been more than a few minutes."
Okay, Sarah.
Would you mind signing the bottom
of your statement, please?
Can you imagine seeing your father
blown away right in front of ya?
- Will she have to stand trial?
- I can't imagine.
Multiple Personality Disorder
cannot easily be faked.
Witness the case of recently
convicted serial killer Max Cheski...
who tried to use it
as the basis of his defense.
The creation
of multiple personalities...
can always be traced
back to childhood trauma...
often involving violent sexual abuse.
Subconsciously, the child creates other
personalities that share the burden...
the literally unbearable
burden of shame...
underlying the repressed memory
of the childhood events.
These personalities often
sometimes inflicting actual bodily harm.
I wasn't expecting you so early.
- What time does the movie start?
- 8:
00.Let's go.
- So, how's your lecture coming?
- Good.
- You gonna be okay?
- I think so.
It's a very, very interesting disorder.
I've never addressed
one of these big conventions.
Come on. They're gonna love you.
So good to have you
back to your old self.
Thanks.
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