Dark City

Oh!

Uh!

Ah! Uh!

You are confused, aren't you? Frightened.

- That's alright, I can help you. - Who is this?

I am a doctor. Now, you must listen to me.

You have lost your memory. There was an experiment.

Something went wrong. Your memory was erased. Do you understand me?

I don't understand. What the hell is going on here?

Just listen. There are people coming for you even as we speak.

"You must not let them find you. You must leave now.'

Hello? Are you there?

Hey, Mr. Murdoch, the Automat called, said you left your wallet there.

I suggest you retrieve it since you only paid for three weeks,

and they was up ten minutes ago.

I've been here three weeks?

It's right there in black and white, Mr. Murdoch.

Day and date.

We make our books like we make our beds, all neat and tidy.

- I'll take care of it when I get back. - See that you do.

Only thing makes you a guest in this joint, pal, is cash on the barrel head!

House rules. Three weeks is three weeks.

No days off for good behavior.

Mr. Murdoch, yes, where is he?

He just left not five minutes ago.

Sleep now.

Hey, sweetie!

He said he was your husband's doctor. He wanted to speak with you.

Excuse me.

- Dr. Sh... - Schreber. Please, won't you come in?

You must be Emma Murdoch.

Thank you for coming to see me on such short notice.

What is this?

A rather crude experiment, designed to further my studies.

I don't understand, you say you're my husband's doctor,

but he never mentioned you to me.

The truth is, Mrs. Murdoch,

John has been coming to see me for quite some time.

He had been grappling with feelings of betrayal,

stemming from your marital difficulties.

- John told you what happened? - Yes.

When was the last time that you saw him?

Three weeks ago.

He packed a suitcase. He was very angry at me.

I understand how difficult this must be for you.

But for John's sake, I would like you to think of me as your friend, Emma.

It appears that John has suffered a psychotic break.

Complete memory loss.

He may be delusional. Even violent.

Emma, if he were to contact you, and I suspect he will,

you must call me immediately, do you understand?

It is imperative that I be the first one to reach him.

Wherever your husband is, he is searching...

...for himself.

Good evening, Mr. Murdoch. It is Mr. Murdoch, isn't it?

Mr... Was it J-something-Murdoch?

J. Murdoch. What's your name? Justin? Jerry?

No.

My name's Jason Murdoch. John Murdoch.

Jake Murdoch. How's it going? Hi. Jack Murdoch.

Hi.

Bumstead.

I told the guy, "Cash on the barrel head."

I said, "Listen, three weeks is three weeks."

- Where's our lucky winner? - Upstairs, sir, room, uh, 614.

Another call girl.

"J. Murdoch.”

- Evening, Husselbeck. - Inspector Bumstead.

- Your lace is untied. - Sir.

Am I glad you're here, sir.

They say Detective Walenski's got the heebie-jeebies.

Just take what they give me, Husselbeck.

Wow... Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

- Hello? - Oh, it's you.

- You left your wallet here, buddy. - When did I do that?

- When you was last here. - When was that?

When you left your wallet. You expect me to remember?

Hello? Excuse me.

No, no, seriously.

Is it alleged?

- Where you headed, chief? - Home.

And where's home?

Haven't you mugs got anything better to do, hmm?

Well, I'm just trying to do my job, May.

There's a killer out there, In case you hadn't noticed.

Maybe you should be out looking for him, instead of cooling your heels, huh?

Ah, go on, get out of here.

Come on.

Round and round she goes.

Where she stops? Nobody knows.

What's that make so far, Husselbeck? Six hookers in all?

- I believe so, sir. - Give the man an "A" for effort.

You'd think these stiffs would have the good grace

to expire at a good time of night.

Hey, too bad about Walenski, huh?

I guess he'd seen enough.

So, Husselbeck...

what kind of killer do you think stops to save a dying fish?

- You got me, sir. - Bumstead, what took you?

This killer's been running circles around us, thanks to Walenski.

With all due respect, Chief Inspector,

I've known Eddie a long time, he's a good cop.

Whatever kind of cop Walenski once was, he let drift a long time ago.

- Let me talk to Bumstead! - Come on, let's go!

- Hold on! - Frank! Frank!

- Whoal - Get his arm!

- They're watching us! - On your feet.

- There's no way out! - Don't make us hurt you.

God, can't you see?

Let me go, let me go! I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not...

- What was that? - Walenski.

I'm being punished for my sins, right?

What did I ever do to inherit this? Where do you begin?

Well, everything Detective Walenski committed to paper should be here, so...

The only thing that should be committed is Walenski.

Nothing like a little healthy paranoia.

Sir, we just got the fingerprint results in.

What is this, some kind of joke?

Don't throw anything away.

Inspector Bumstead.

I came here to file a missing persons report for my husband.

- Take it to the front desk. - They told me to come see you.

His name's John Murdoch.

Mrs. Murdoch, why didn't you report this before?

If your husband has been missing as long as you say...

I thought he'd simply walked out on me.

Then a doctor contacted me this evening.

- How long have you been married? - Nearly four years.

- Hmm. - Why do you ask?

Because you seem uncomfortable with your ring.

As if you were... unaccustomed to wearing it.

I never take it off.

Do these names mean anything to you?

No. Who are these women?

Why are you looking for my husband? Are you going to accuse him of something?

Maybe. Maybe murder.

Whose murder?

- Which one? - Ha-ha! All of them.

Mrs. Murdoch, I am sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you.

I'm sorry that I came. Just both made a mistake.

Mrs. Murdoch, if you please.

If you'll just give me half a second to explain...

I'll be right out.

Have we met before?

If we did, I hope you're still breathing.

What's your name, honey?

- John. Ha-ha! - Ha-ha! Well, that's an appropriate name.

Yeah.

I was just thinking...

What you do...

...seems kind of dangerous, right now.

I mean, how do you know I'm not the killer?

You don't seem like the killer type. Why?

You feeling any urges I should know about?

Ah, shoot.

Oh!

So, it seems you've discovered your unpleasant nature.

- Who are you? - We might ask the same question, yes?

Sleep now.

Aargh!

He can tune!

What is to be done? This man is dangerous.

- It is said he is able to tune. - Impossible.

We have seen it with our own eyes.

On occasion, the imprinting does not take.

They behave erratically when they awaken.

We find them wandering like lost children.

But this one was different, yes?

- What has the Doctor to say about this? - He has failed to report in.

- And Mr. Quick? - No more Mr. Quick.

Mr. Quick, dead, yes.

Poor, poor Mr. Quick.

Mr. Book, does he know?

Should we not know, Mr. Hand?

We had hoped to learn more before sharing with you.

We can know nothing until we possess him.

Mr. Night, you will take the East.

Mr. Face, you the West.

Mr. Glove, the South.

Mr. Shade, the North.

We must have this man.

Do you really think my husband could be capable of committing those murders?

Do you?

Let's hope, for both our sakes, that I'm wrong.

John?

I've been so worried about you.

Are you punishing me?

You know, if disappearing is your way of punishing me, I don't appreciate it!

I don't know what you're talking about.

I found these keys in my pocket, so I assume I live here.

- You supposed to be my wife? - Supposed to be?

John!

You really... don't know who I am, do you?

Your doctor called me. He was worried that this might happen.

My doctor?

Yeah. He, uh... he gave me his card.

He's desperate to find you.

Schreber...

I feel like I'm living out someone else's nightmare.

What happened to me? Why was I seeing a doctor?