The Sound of Silence: The Making of 'The Lodger' Page #3

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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.

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