The Sound of Silence: The Making of 'The Lodger' Page #2

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Right.

- What...

- F*** off! Can I go now, man?

This is really wonderful, honey.

I got it at the deli after class

about an hour ago.

Still good.

You put her there.

- Amanda, please don't say that.

- Ask her doctors.

You were obsessive

and relentlessly controlling.

Nothing she did was

ever good enough for you.

- You know, she told me even in bed...

- Stop it!

Honey, I know I could have

done things differently, but this is...

- There's more to this...

- You're to blame for this.

Amanda, that's not true.

I have a really early class tomorrow, so...

- Okay, I'll call you later.

- Bye.

What happened to the sign?

- I rented it.

- You rented it?

- He's already moved in.

- What?

A man. Malcolm something.

He's already given us

three months in advance.

And I didn't even have to lower the rate

because I could tell he really wanted it.

- I did include breakfast.

- That's from your family.

No, it isn't.

He's been busy back there

taking down all your mother's prints.

But don't... Don't go in there.

He only wants me to go back there.

Are you kidding?

Sure he's not some kind of wacko?

He's a bit eccentric.

Seems perfectly harmless.

Anyway, what choice do we have?

- Anything back from the techies?

- Not a lot.

Let's see, there was nothing

under the fingernails, no foreign fibers,

no signs of sexual activity.

He either surprised her or he knew her

because there are no signs of a struggle.

So, other than the pimp,

nobody saw anything.

Right in the middle of

f***ing Sunset Boulevard.

- What about the letter?

- Well, there are a bunch of prints,

but they only match the people

who handled it before it got here.

The mail room, the post office,

and you, of course.

Nothing back yet on the paper

or the ink type.

That's it?

Well, we still have someone on the pimp,

but he's clean so far.

A clean pimp? Now there's an oxymoron.

Well, I doubt he's the killer.

Of course he's not the killer, you moron.

Now I know this is your first case

and you're trying real hard to impress

all your f***ing friends,

but I really need you

to start finding me some suspects

and stop wasting my time

confirming the innocent ones.

Now whisper something to me, quick.

- I don't know what you...

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll check up on that. Thank you.

Joe!

Joe!

Joe!

I picked the big bear

and you picked the little bear.

I'm sorry, mister,

but that is exactly the bear that you picked.

These are for you, are they not?

- I like those.

- I know you do.

Joe!

Joe!

You're still here? Didn't you hear me?

- What's that smell?

- Granola.

It's not for you.

- We got the late shift.

- Well, just don't wake the lodger.

And take your boots off

before you trudge drunkenly up the stairs.

I would like to get some sleep, too.

I'll do whatever I want.

Just take the medicine, Ellen, okay?

You following me, sweetheart?

What do you have, Sam?

All of her reproductive organs

were removed,

as if he were giving her a cesarean section.

Holy sh*t.

Better cover her up.

No. No, I'm okay.

There's more.

I was wrong. He's not imitating Rodriguez.

He is Rodriguez.

- Was she alive?

- Through the whole thing.

Everything's identical. Strong right hand,

successive three-quarter-inch incisions,

curved blade,

alternating left to right, then right to left.

Sorry, Chan.

I know this makes you look bad.

He's back.

Wait a minute.

You're telling me that this guy,

who killed these two hookers,

is the same guy that killed the two women

Rodriguez was executed for

seven years ago?

- I'm sure of it.

- That is impossible.

There was blood from both victims

in Rodriguez's apartment

and the murder weapon.

Well, somebody must have

framed Rodriguez

because it's the same handiwork.

I mean, exactly the same.

He's telling us it's him,

like a surgeon signing his name.

And another thing.

You know who he's imitating, don't you?

- Who?

- Thirty-nine incisions on the last one.

The whole body mutilation, prostitutes...

I should have seen it.

F***.

Who? Who is he imitating?

Jack the Ripper.

Another prostitute was brutally murdered

in West Hollywood last night.

Last night's violent murder here

on Sunset Boulevard is the second...

... second exact recreation

of the Jack the Ripper murders,

which occurred over 100 years ago.

News 15 sources believe

the LASD Coroner's Office

will shortly issue a report with evidence

that both women were cut exactly 39 times.

... killed at least 6 women in 1888,

was never caught.

You stay here, Timmy.

The violent murder of two women

in West Hollywood this week

seems to precisely mimic

the extraordinarily brutal crimes

committed by

Jack the Ripper, in London,

over 100 years ago.

Further, we are exploring the possibility

that these recent murders

may have been committed by

the same man who killed two women

in a similar fashion

on Sunset Boulevard seven years ago.

- Detective!

- Detective, over here!

- Just one question!

- Over here! Does this mean...

Is it possible Alonzo Rodriguez

was innocent of the two murders

for which you and the DA

had him executed?

In light of new evidence,

LASD has informed the mayor's office

that it intends to reopen the Rodriguez file.

Sir! Detective!

Detective! Question, one more question!

Detective Manning, please, over here!

Sir! Please, please, sir!

Tell Gregor to pull up anything he can

on Jack the Ripper.

Timeline, number of victims,

odd facts, anything.

This lunatic's not done yet.

- Where you going?

- Be back around 4:00.

Mr. Manning.

Hi, I'm Dr. Stevens.

I'd like to speak with you for a moment

before you see your wife.

She's making some progress, but still

experiences intense bouts of depression.

It's necessary for us to

have someone with her at all times.

Your daughter was adamant that

you not be allowed to visit.

Yeah, you people didn't seem

so excited about me being here either.

Well, that's more your daughter's

feeling right now than your wife's.

Or mine.

But just to be safe,

if she begins to get upset, even slightly,

I'm going to have the attending nurse

stop the visit immediately.

What do you people think I'm gonna do?

She's my wife, for Christ's sake.

Just don't expect too much,

she's extremely...

Are you gonna let me see her, or not?

Hello, Chandler.

Hi, Mags.

It's good to see you.

Yeah, I'm sure I look wonderful.

No, you look good.

I hope it's all right I came.

I suppose I'll always have this.

Why'd you do it, Mags?

You have to go.

- Mags, please.

- No, I can't. Please.

Nurse.

You have to leave now, Mr. Manning.

Please.

Now!

Oh, God!

No! Leave me alone!

Don't touch me!

Please!

Go! Go!

Leave me alone! No! Please, no!

I'd have come for that.

It was delicious.

Thank you.

Would you like some coffee?

That would be nice.

Where's your husband?

- He's at work.

- I thought he worked nights.

He leaves early.

He goes to the gym,

and then does who-knows-what beforehand.

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