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" I just know "

" It's time to leave "

" Before love

turns to hate "

" In my heart "

" I finally

made up my-- "

- Hello.

- Hello.

My husband--

he dropped this off

and I thought

you might be hungry.

Thank you.

I'm starving.

It's not warm

or anything, but...

Oh, that's quite

all right.

I happen to love

cold pizza.

It's what I lived on

in college.

There's still a coffee machine here

if you'd like a cup,

- or tea if you prefer.

- Oh no.

No? Are you sure?

Just one cup,

nice and warm.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- One cup.

- Coffee?

Coffee, yeah.

How is it going

down there?

Slowly.

No more strange

noises though?

I'm sorry, l--

I don't mean to pry,

but is everything

okay?

Yeah.

Nothing you want

to talk about?

You mean, like therapy?

No, actually I meant

more like two people

who have a very monotonous

task ahead of them

simply having a chat

while they work.

Did you hear that?

Hmm? Oh yeah well,

it's an old building.

God, we must be nuts

to work in here at night.

Yes well,

we try not to use

words like "nuts"

up here on the fifth floor.

What words do you

suggest we use?

Oh, I don't know.

Let's see...

"acculturation difficulty"

might sum it up better.

It means

trouble adapting

to a new environment.

I think "nuts"

sounds better.

Yeah, I think

you might be right.

Can I ask you something,

Dr. Clement?

Irvin, please.

Irvin.

What are those baths in the room

next door used for?

Well, those haven't been

used in years.

They were supposed to

calm down

restless patients.

Ros, check this out.

Whew.

It says he had a scalpel

pushed through his skull,

but it didn't

kill him.

It took him

four days to die.

What?

Babe, will you put

those back, please?

All right.

- Oh wow.

- What?

This is wild.

Check these out.

She's a victim

of domestic abuse.

Cops took these.

This is brutal,

so rough.

I don't know how you

look at this all night, I swear to God.

- Okay, you're spilling.

- I'm sorry.

You're spilling food everywhere.

Jesus.

This is my work.

Sorry.

Can I turn on the TV?

Yeah.

...fears that the woman

found brutally murdered

in an abandoned warehouse

last night

is the latest victim

of the Nighthawk Killer.

Rachel Kaufman, a mother

of three young children

was on her way home from her shift

at the Lucky Star diner.

Police believe

that she was murdered

between the hours of

and are appealing to anyone who was

in the downtown area last night

to come forward

and reveal that information.

Weren't you downtown

last night--

probably about

that time, huh?

Yeah, I guess I was.

Damn.

What were you

doing there again?

Partying.

Honey, I was picking up a fare.

What do you think?

Right in

the industrial area?

I don't ask

what they're doing.

I just pick them up,

take their money

and run, you know?

Did you tell the police?

Tell the police what?

Uh, I don't know,

that your passenger

might have been

the killer, Cole.

What did he look like?

I don't know.

It was a bullshit call.

It was a no-show.

Really?

Yeah really.

And you know what?

I hate that, because

whose time gets wasted?

Whose money gets wasted?

Mine, that's who.

Yeah well, I still think

you should report it, babe.

She was hacked

to pieces, Cole.

She had three children.

Jesus.

Fortune cookie?

Babe.

What's wrong?

The f***ing cab broke down again.

Are you surprised?

Where?

The other side

of the freeway.

You ran from the other

side of the freeway?

By the way,

I'm just curious--

your cell doesn't

work anymore?

You don't pick up

your messages, what?

Oh no, I'm--

I was upstairs.

Oh.

Were you talking to your doctor friend

you told me about?

Yeah.

Oh.

Well, maybe it'd be a good time

for me to meet him now.

What do you think?

I'm tired.

Let's go home.

No no no.

It'll only be a minute.

Come on, I'd like to meet him.

Come on, honey.

Cole.

It's just here, right?

The doctor's

on the fifth floor?

I'm tired

and I want to go home.

I'm tired too, babe. I just want

to meet your friend, that's all.

What, it's not

working now or what?

'Cause we can take the stairs.

That's fine too.

Let's go home.

I'm tired.

Let's go.

All right.

Let's go home.

How's that feel?

I can't, not now.

I said no.

It's not all this again,

is it, Ros?

'Cause I thought

we were past all this.

Are you listening to me?

I'm really not sure how else

we're supposed to make a baby, hon.

See?

You wrote it yourself--

"Days we have sex."

Today is the day.

Listen to me!

You're hurting me.

What do you think

you're doing to me?

I thought

we were okay, hon.

But here we are--

the same sh*t

over and over

and over again.

Get over it.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

It's not my f***ing fault

we can't have kids.

F***!

I mean, you must know

how it is--

working all night

and sleeping all day.

I never get a chance

to see my friends.

I don't know

who else to talk to.

Yeah.

Well, you can always

talk to me.

I mean, you know that,

Roslyn.

Yeah.

The door

in my dream--

what do you think

it means?

What do you think

it means?

I think it's just

a stupid dream.

What are you writing?

I mean...

Nothing.

Just some--

having some thoughts.

Um, Roslyn,

if the gynecologists

have told you

that there's

no physical reason

for you not to be able

to conceive a child,

then the problem is

most likely

psychosomatic--

in your mind.

Do you follow?

And I think

the reason for that

Iies beyond

the dream door.

So it's up to you

to open it.

Let's-- let's talk

a little bit more

about your family.

You mentioned that--

that your parents died

when you were a child.

How did that happen?

No no, I don't want

to talk about that.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Whenever you feel ready.

Cole, have you seen

my keys?

My keys-- where the hell

are my keys?

Excuse me.

Where's your ring?

Where are my keys,

God damn it?

Maybe if you calmed down,

you'd find them.

I keep losing things.

Hey.

All right, what?

Do you want me to get up?

Do you want me to help you look for them?

No, I don't want

to lose my job, okay?

Okay, why don't you

just take the cab?

It's my day off.

Knock yourself out,

sweetheart.

Thank you.

While the protesters

stopped short of...

some sort of cover-up

by the department,

there are clearly

a lot of frightened people

in our city

looking for answers...

All right.

Please, oh please.

Come on, come on.

It's Cole.

Leave a message.

Cole, the car

won't start.

You said you'd fixed it.

You said you'd fixed it!

F***!

Oh my God.

Are you okay?

Do you smell gas?

Gas?

Yeah.

You don't smell it?

Look, can you just

call me a cab?

One that works.

We believe

that the killer is

white,

physically very strong,

right-handed

and uses a weapon

similar to this

claw hammer.

He attacks his victims

from behind

and then claws at them.

Due to the nature

of the injuries

inflicted,

the killer

must need someplace

to clean up

after each attack.

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