The Dentist 2

Open wide, Brooke.

Wider.

Brooke:
You know|I don't want you anymore.

( Laughing )

I, I didn't do that...

A stranger...

A stranger, Doctor?

I can remember those|awful things I did,

but for the life of me...|Doctor...

I don't know the man|who did them.

This stranger,|this evil Dr. Feinstone,

where is he now?

Gone, consumed by the...

rage that spawned him.

By that, you mean it's over,

you put your anger and|your wife's infidelity behind you?

No Dr., it is not over.|It will never be over.

Every second of every day...

asleep or awake, I see her face.

The faces of all of my victims.

You refer to them as|''your victims'',

even though you say you don't know|the stranger who hurt them.

He is me.

I am him.

Still he remains...

until love returns the soft...

whisper of his voice...

searching...

wanting...

that which he hath given...

with no reply.

And he is gone?

He is under control.|Shall we go?

Radio:
Dr. Alan Feinstone,|the notorious psycho dentist,

broke out of the state mental facility|at Indio yesterday afternoon.

His hostage,|Psychiatrist Dr. Genevieve Cussler--

( Opera plays )

Man:
So, you think|before the Doc went postal

he was socking money|away from you and the IRS?

And from you, his devoted|wife and help mate.

Excuse my bad manners,|but did he do that to you?

Cut your tongue out?

What a world, huh?

These are all his, huh?

Souvenirs from a trip|he took as a kid.

South Dakota.

Nebraska.

Missouri.

Jeeze, look at these|snow domes...

Oh, a set of|safety deposit box keys.

The answer's in|the postcards, huh?

All right.

They found the shrink's car|abandoned in Flagstaff.

Along with 7OO or so bucks|from her wallet.

Jeeze, he could be|just about anywhere.

- Bye, now.|- Thank you.

Mr. Wilkes?

Well, I'll be--|Larry Caine, come on in.

How long has it been,|five years?

It's good to see you.

Well, to what do we owe|this great pleasure?

Rush hour traffic.

Does that come with|an explanation?

Well, my car overheated|on the Alexandria bridge...

It was the morning rush hour,|that was it.

I couldn't face another|jawing mouth, another bicuspid,

I was weary of my life,|the city,

the moral decay that passes|as sophistication.

Felt like that myself some days.

So, I left my car|right there on the bridge...

I walked home, I called my lawyer...

and a long story short,|here I am.

Small town, honest people,|clean living.

But, I've got me a little|problem, ol' buddy...

( Intercom buzzes )|Yeah, Jeremy?

Bev, see if you can get|Harry and his drill over here.

Dr. Caine has lost the key|to his safety deposit box.

All righty.

It's a little irregular,|but here it is.

Thanks.

So, what are your plans, Larry?

Oh, to live in Paradise.

Great golf just outside of town.

I detest golf.

We'll change that.|Where are you staying?

The Paradise Motel.

The hell you are.

( Sinister chuckle )

Ahh, yes.

Jamie, have you rented the cottage?

No, not yet.

There's someone I want you|to meet. Come with me.

Larry?

Yeah, I'll be right with you.

Jamie Devers...|Dr. Lawrence Caine.

- Nice to meet you.|- Hi.

Yes, Jeremy tells me that|you're his favorite niece.

I'm his only niece.

Larry has just moved|here to Paradise,

lock, stock and barrel,

from that eastern den|of iniquity, Washington, D.C.

Actually I left the lock,|stock and barrel behind.

You've got the empty cottage.

I thought maybe you could|show it to Larry during lunch.

Uh, it's really small.

Well, it's just me.

This was my parents' house.

It's where I grew up.|And there's the cottage.

I'll take it.

No. No.

You having trouble sleeping, Doc?

I sure would if I were you.

Go away! Go away!

When it comes right down to it,|Caine is just a Feinstone.

And we all know what|a Feinstone is, don't we?

Do it, do it.

( Sighing with pleasure )

Yes, bleed.

( Knock at door )|Hello?

Larry?

Larry?

( Distorted )|I came running over here.|I was worried.

( Normal voice ) I came running|over because I heard this loud noise.

I didn't know what to think.

I'm in unfamiliar|surroundings and...

I must have bumped into the dresser|on my way to the bathroom....

I can replace it.

Don't worry about it.|I can make another one.

- You made it?|- Yeah.

Here, let me do that.

- Are you sure?|- Yeah.

A little housework|always relaxes me.

Do you do windows?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Good, I think we're going|to get along just fine then.

- Good night.|- Good night.

In town, I think it's called|the ''Paradise Cafe''...

is it any good?

After graduate school in Seattle,

and a few lost years|contemplating the meaning of art,

in a world that was|consumed by commercialism...

I came to the realization that|actually creating my pottery

was more important|than thinking about it.

And so, here I am|back in Paradise,

bank teller by day,|artist by night.

Chicken fried steak|for the gentleman,

spinach salad for Jamie.

No wonder you stay so thin, darling.

Anything else?

Something wrong, sir?

No, no, I was just contemplating|a side of curly fries...

but I decided against it,|thank you.

Well, enjoy your dinner, folks.

Thanks.

So, you're fleeing reality|in search of a dream,

and I'm fleeing a dream|in search of reality.

What dream are you fleeing from?

My wife was a former|Miss Maryland,

thus we were the perfect couple|for the perfect dinner party.

You fled from that?

Did I mention the former|Miss Maryland

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