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until October!

-I can't wait till October!

-You won't have to.

We have a new house.

We should pretend

we are just married.

Don't give me presents, huh?

When we first marry, you were

following seal hunters...

and when you come home,

you smell like them.

I don't smell like them now.

Tell me I don't

smell like them now.

Did you bring up

the last two box, the dishes?

I will get them.

It's not necessary.

I will go.

My love.

I'm going. I'm going.

What are you doing?

We've got a hemorrhage here.

Niki, go upstairs.

Upstairs.

Niki, go, now, please.

''Parents find

mutilated bodies of children.''

''Parents who had moved here

to begin a new life...

''returned to find

that life seeping into...''

What?

They're attracted to the house.

What the hell

is she talking about?

You're right. It's worse.

Judy, darling, would you see

if you can dig me up...

the night service number

for Data General, please?

What do you got, fellas?

There's no evidence of trauma.

But I think we want to run

another series in the morning.

Come on. What's going on?

It's fakacht.

We're getting screwy numbers.

We got to get the techies

in there and rip it apart.

Talk to me, Ted. Come on.

The first time was faint and

only showed autonomic functions.

Then we started getting

cortical propagation.

I don't understand.

Neither do we.

But this is brain function

of a person who's wide awake.

Get Mrs. Lachman

or whatever her name is--

Active. Hearing. Seeing.

Walking around

talking to people.

She just did

say something in there...

and it was in French.

And?

The crazy who jumped her

the other night was a Frenchman.

So? She had a run-in

with a crazy.

This city

is full of crazies, guys.

They pull four bodies a day

just off the freeways.

Listen to me.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll put her

in a room for the night...

fix the equipment,

run some tests...

What is funny about it?

There are some very

strange people in this world.

What is that?

It is nothing.

It is nothing at all.

I promise.

Hey, come now.

Come, come, come.

Don't worry about it all.

I will repaint it

in the morning.

What are you

going to do about it?

What should I do?

Call the police and say...

''Children have painted my door,

come quickly''?

I'm going to bed.

Would you care to join me?

I don't think it was children.

Children come

in all shapes and sizes.

What kind of people

would do that, huh?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Come.

Let's go to bed, huh?

Is the door locked?

The door is locked,

and the back door is locked...

and the drawbridge,

it is raised for the night.

If you want to worry,

you can do it in the morning.

Tonight there are more

important things to think about.

Is it October so soon?

Nearly November.

The leaves are falling...

Yes...every little...

And the cold winds blow...

Are blowing.

And soon great shafts

of ice will...

l like ice.

B*tch.

I am going to be

Madame Pommier...

wife du professeur

avec le suntan.

And you should take care--

Where are you going?

I'm going

to get a glass of wine.

Get me one, too.

Of course.

I'll be right back.

What kind of people?

I'm going out.

I can see that.

I won't be long.

I'm just going to

go down the street.

What are you after?

Nothing. Something.

I don't know. I'm not sure.

We'll talk later, OK?

I really won't be long.

I promise.

Jean Charles!

Keep the door locked.

What do you mean, she's gone?

I came in to check her

and she wasn't in the bed...

and I thought

she was in the bathroom.

I only left

forty f***ing minutes ago!

Doctor, please.

We put her across from the

nursing station deliberately.

We've searched the floor...

we've got

the security people...

going through

the rest of the building.

It's only a matter of time

before we find her.

There's no way she could've

gotten out of here...

without one of us seeing.

Hey, stop!

Stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

I know about them.

That's why I went out.

I wanted to know

what kind of people--

Will you stop?

Will you stop?

I know about them!

I didn't tell you...

because I wanted to know

what kind of people...

could think of a murder

as some sort of shrine.

Will you listen to me?

I spent 30 hours

following people...

who do not live anyplace.

Do not work anyplace.

I called the government,

the state...

their vehicle,

it is not registered.

Why do you tell me this?

Will you listen?

They're nomads.

What?

Nomads, yes.

Like all of them.

Like every place we've lived

for the last ten years.

Here?

Here, now. In this city.

In the middle of a modern city.

They go from one party

to the next...

one restaurant,

one gas station, one motel.

These people

live in parking lots!

In 30 hours,

they did not stop moving.

Don't you understand

what I'm saying?

And I didn't call you...

I didn't tell you...

because I didn't want

to frighten you.

I should have called.

There was no reason.

Forgive me.

Please, forgive me.

Forgive me.

I'm very tired.

Very tired.

None of this may mean anything.

None of it at all.

I may have simply...

But I may have found people

who are living outside.

Outside any structure.

They do not participate.

No exchanges, no constraints.

They resort to violence

at no provocation...

and they get away with it.

It is as if

to the official world...

they did not exist.

I don't know.

You are a crazy man.

You know that?

I was so worried about you.

You look awful.

Awful.

Why do you

push yourself so hard?

You have not done this

in a long time.

There is a roll of film

I must see.

Awful.

Phone's ringing.

She told me she was a doctor.

How am I supposed to know?

She is a doctor.

Yeah, hello?

Oh, Christ,

she's got a machine!

Find the f***ing machine!

Don't hang up! Hang on!

Yeah, hello?

Hi, Eileen, I got the stuff--

No, this isn't Eileen.

This is a friend

who's been look--

Eileen isn't in at the moment.

Can I take a message?

Sorry, she called me--

You spoke to her?

She called yesterday.

She asked about something

and I wanted to get back to her.

Have you got a pencil?

Yeah, go ahead.

Tell her that ''des innois''

is not a place.

At least not one

we could find...

and no one around here

seemed to think...

it had anything to do

with anthropology.

There was, however--

Eileen asked you about this?

There was, however,

an Eskimo word-- Inuat.

It's pretty farfetched.

Look, I'm sorry...

I shouldn't impose

all this on you.

Have Eileen call me--

No! Where are you?

Are you here?

Pardon me?

Where are you?

Are you out here?

I'm in Boston. Why?

Just tell me.

I'll get the gist for her.

Do you mind?

No. It's apparently

some sort of nomad myth.

It has to do with

wandering in the desert.

You said it was Eskimo.

It's all the same.

Nomads live in deserts...

whether it's a desert

of ice or sand...

doesn't make any difference.

The Eskimos spend a good deal

of time wandering on the ice.

Looks like she's been packing.

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