Dead Again

Come on in, Mr Baker.

As you can see,|I've become quite a fan of yours.

I'm flattered.

Is that why you've asked me to|come down to death row, Mr Strauss?

- To tell me what a fan you are?|- I'd like you to print something.

After all,

you're so good at that.

I'd like you to print

that I said I loved my wife.

- You loved your wife.|- And that I'll love her...

forever.

Of course. Forever. All right.

Thank you, Mr Baker.

Aren't you afraid of dying?

To die is different|from what anyone supposes.

- And luckier.|- That a line from your opera?

It's Walt Whitman.

I can't take credit|for everything, Mr Baker.

You really believe|that you're lucky to die?

What I believe, Mr Baker,

is that this is all far from over.

But you still killed her.|Didn't you, Mr Strauss?

OK, Strauss, let's go.

No! Stop him! Stop him!

Stop him!

These are for you!

You're all right, child.|I'm not going to hurt you.

Here we go. Keep it going!|Keep it going! There!

We found her two nights ago|trying to climb over the gates.

Since then she hasn't|spoken a single word.

She won't eat. And when she does|sleep, she has violent nightmares.

- Call the police.|- They've already been here, Father.

They want to take her|to County Hospital.

Last night Sister Constance -|she is in the next room -

she heard the woman call|this word out in her sleep.

- "Die-sher"?|- "Dish-er".

- Sounds like nothing to me.|- Father...

The woman belongs downtown!

Father, every night before bed,|she blocks her door with a chair,

and if you had only heard|this woman scream!

- I don't have to hear her scream.|- I will not abandon her, Father.

She's not spending|another night here and that's final.

But, I see no reason

why we can't have someone look for|her family in the meantime.

But we don't have the money|to hire anybody.

The man I'm thinking of|would do it for nothing.

He grew up here. He was a policeman.

He worked in missing persons|for some time.

How's that for a name you can trust?

Pete? It's Mike.|Don't run the ad. I found Carlisle.

I'm on my way to him right now.

- You're on the wrong side!|- Thanks, pal!

If your wife's cousin calls,

just don't take what she says|too seriously.

Yeah, I took her out.

We went and had some lunch|and we kind of...

We went back to her place and...

No, we're not going out again.

Tell your wife there's nothing|wrong with her cousin,

it's just she...|I don't want to...

I'm not looking for Miss Right.|I'm looking for Miss Right Now.

Thank you.

- Cozy Carlisle?|- Try the freezer.

Thank you.

Fuck you. I'm on a break.

Mr Carlisle,|I've been retained by a law firm

to find you and tell you that|Myron Spargo died last month.

- Who the fuck's Myron Spargo?|- He was a patient of yours.

I had a lot of patients.|Now, beat it.

This one left you $1 1,000.

- Myron!|- Yeah, Myron.

- Myron T Spargo.|- Plumbing contractor.

Lived in San Marino|with his wife, Karen or Sharon.

Karen.|She must be very Ionely right now.

Jesus! 1 1,000,|that's a lot of grateful.

- You want a cigarette?|- What? No. I don't smoke.

You've looked at this pack|three times in the last minute.

- What?|- You use that pen like a cigarette.

You helped Myron Spargo quit smoking?

No. Myron was impotent. Imagine that.

A man lays pipe for a living,|can't get it up at home.

He had some hard-on|when he made out his will.

Hey, thumb-dick,|I was a damn good shrink.

In 16 years I worked with a|lot of people through a lot of shit.

OK, I slept with a patient or two.

- I still cared about them.|- OK.

I loved being a doctor.

I used to not charge|half my patients.

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