Kiss the Girls

Synopsis: Alex Cross, a Washington D.C. cop and forensic psychologist learns that his niece who is going to college in North Carolina is missing. So he goes there and learns that the police think she's among the victims of someone who kidnaps young girls and holds them captive and kills them who dubs himself Cassanova after the great lover. Later Kate, one of his victims, escapes and tries to help Cross find his niece.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Director(s): Gary Fleder
Production: Paramount Home Video
  5 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.6
Metacritic:
46
Rotten Tomatoes:
29%
R
Year:
1997
115 min
1,312 Views


You want to know|all about me, don't you?

Well, let's see, now.

The first time I was in love|was June, 1975, in Boca Raton.

Her name was Coty Pierce.

She lived there with her parents|and her little sister Karrie...

And I loved her, too.|I loved them both...

and they were in love with me.

They just didn't know it.

No one did.

I lived with them all that June.

I don't understand.

I lived in the attic.|I was watching.

I loved the expression|on their faces when they slept.

And then I decided|to declare myself...

and show them|how much they loved me.

What happened?

What happened?

Coty was honored.

She kissed me back.

And then Karrie.

And finally that night...

I kissed their mother, too.

Just a little pinprick. There.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Kiss me.

That's it.|Now watch and listen.

Good. Knock it back.|Knock it back.

Good, but you gotta remember...

You gotta keep running.|That's it. That's my boy.

Good. Bring it over.|Right hand. Good.

I don't want you to fall on your|face 'cause you missed that jab.

What am I always telling you?

Power comes from leverage|and technique.

You paying attention?

I gotta go, guys...

so you pair off|and hit the heavy bag.

Three rounds each. Go.

How long has she been inside?

I'm on my way.

Their names are|Edmond and Dianne Wainford...

ages 48 and 42.

An item about 7 years.|No prior complaints.

The neighbors|are saying the usual.

They were divorced,|they were married...

they were separated,|they were reconciled...

or in the process of.

His idea or her idea.|No one has a clue.

All I know is that's Edmond,|and Dianne's in the bedroom.

Whose gun?

Stupid f***ing b*tch!

He had|a .38 Smith&Wesson registered.

Look like a .38 to you?

You want a vest?

I don't think I'll need one.

Dianne.

This is Alex Cross, D.C.P.D.|I need to talk to you. OK?

Dianne, I'm gonna open the door.|All right?

I'm gonna open it now.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Please. Please, Dianne.

Look, I'm gonna close this door.

I'm gonna move this chair|and block the door.

This way nobody comes in...

and it stays|between me and you, OK?

Could you take the gun|out of your mouth, please?

Look, it's just as effective|if you put it to your temple.

Just makes it easier to talk.

What sort of policeman are you?

I'm a forensic psychologist.

It's a fancy way of saying...

I'm a guy who walks|into a room like that...

and determines|the hows and whys.

Then you don't need|to hear from me.

No, no, I don't,|but I need for you...

to confirm|a couple of things for me.

For instance, did Edmond|often beat you after he drank?

And the turtleneck|you're wearing...

is that to hide bruises?

Do you often have to hide marks|that he put on your body?

he hit me...

and I swore|it was the last time.

I finally get the nerve|to leave that son of a b*tch...

and then he suckers me back.

You know what I think, Dianne?

I think you did|what you had to do.

The thing now is to figure out|how to finish things off.

The right way, Dianne,|the right way.

Look, is it all right|if I come a little closer?

Thanks.

As I see it, we have to get|photographs of your bruises.

I know at least a half a dozen|top-notch lawyers.

They specialize|in battered women's defenses.

The point is, Dianne,|if you pull the trigger...

no one will ever know|the truth.

Can I have it?

Dianne.

Samp. What are you|doing here? Doughnut raid?

Alex, hold on.|Look, uh, May's inside.

Yeah?

- We got a call from Durham.|- Durham?

Naomi's missing. Come on.

What do you mean "missing"?

They called May this afternoon|from the law school.

She called me.|I called them back.

Told them who you were,|her uncle and all that.

They said|she's been missing for 4 days.

But Durham police is on it now.

The guy I talked to|sounded solid.

Don't talk to him.|Talk to me.

They stole my child.

Now, May, just take it easy.|Take it easy.

We're gonna handle this|together...

but with your|high blood pressure...

I need you to relax|right now, OK?

- Yeah, but what if...|- Now, now, now.

You just take it easy.|Relax and breathe.

Look at me.|I want to tell you something.

Do you remember when Naomi|was about 10 years old?

She got lost.|You got all frantic...

because you thought we'd|never find her. Remember?

Yeah.

You were worried she'd have|an asthma attack or something.

Remember that?

Turns out|she was with the neighbors...

and everything was just fine.

Well, everything|is gonna be fine now...

'cause I'm gonna|handle this myself, May.

You know|you can trust me, right?

You know I'm gonna handle this.

- I trust you.|- OK.

Nana's gonna take you|up to Janelle's room...

and you just relax for a while.

- I don't need to relax.|- May.

- May.|- Yeah.

Good. All right.

I'll have to go down there.

Listen, Alex. Stay here.

Come on, John.

If they got a chance|to wrap it up down there...

how long do you think they'll|hunt for one lost black girl?

Just stay here, man.|I'll go down there.

There's nothing|you can do anyway.

- It's out of your jurisdiction.|- You don't understand.

I got to go.

Please talk to me.

Talk to me the way you used to.|Please. Say something.

Please. I'm sorry.

I can be better. I can be good.|I won't be bad anymore.

- Yeah?|- Yeah.

Yes, I swear.

You promise?

Yeah. I'll make you happy.

How?

I promise. Let me show you.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Megan, I don't believe you.

I love you.

Of course you do.

Aah!

Good afternoon, Sergeant.

Dr. Alex Cross,|Washington, D.C.P.D.

I'd like to see|Chief Hatfield, please.

The chief's tied up|at the moment.

We'll let him know you're here.|I'm sure he'll be with you...

as soon as he possibly can.|Take a load off.

Thank you.

Dr. Cross.

You've been waiting for us|for a while.

About 2 hours.

We got us|a laid back way down here.

So I see.

Good. Run these names|through the printer.

I'm sorry about the wait.

Nick Ruskin.

Nick.

- Davey Sikes.|- Sikes.

It's been real busy 'round here.

We've had a homicide and not|your garden variety, either.

Meaning?

That's all I know.

We're heading out there now.

You can ride with us|if you like.

The board shows|8 women missing.

How closely connected are they?

They all share the same profile.

All young, late teens,|early twenties...

pretty, all from inside|the research triangle...

and each of them was ambushed.|No witnesses.

Does his homework.

And then he ties 'em|naked to a tree...

and chops off their hair.

Only 2 bodies have been found.

This'll probably be the third.

And the killer left a note|at the second murder scene.

Signed it Casanova.

Casanova? The great lover.

Mm-hmm.

This one here, is she, uh...

she white, black, or...

All we know|is she's a young woman...

who didn't die happy.

Our chief Hatfield|will be up at the scene.

I'll bet you two will get along|like pigs in a blanket.

Well, it's not her.

Dr. Cross.|My boss, Chief Hatfield.

Chief.

Now, is it|Detective Cross or Dr. Cross...

or Dr. Detective Cross?

At a time like this,|it really doesn't matter.

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David Klass

David Klass is an American screenwriter and novelist. He has written more than 40 screenplays for Hollywood studios and published 14 young adult novels. His screenplays are primarily character-based thrillers for adults, while his novels often tell the stories of teenagers in crisis. more…

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