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 death row, Mr. Strauss--

to tell me what a fan you are?

I'd like you to print something.

I mean, 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.

Is 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?

O.k., strauss, let's go.

No! No! Stop him!

Stop him!

Stop him!

These...

Are for you!

Aah!

You're all right, child.

I won't hurt you.

Here we go. Keep it going!

Keep it going!

There!

We found her two nights ago

trying to get inside by climbing 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 has the room next door--

heard the woman call this word in her sleep.

Die-sher?

Dish-er.

Sounds like nothing to me.

Father--

the woman belongs downtown.

Father, every night before she goes to bed,

she blocks her door with a chair,

and if you had only

heard this woman scream!

Sister, I don't have to hear her scream.

I will not abandon this woman, 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.

Ah!

How's that for a name

you can trust?

Yeah, pete? It's mike.

Don't run the ad. I found carlisle.

I'm on my way to him right now.

Hey, man, you're on the wrong side of the street!

Yeah, thanks, pal!

Listen, if your wife's cousin should call,

don't take what she says too seriously.

Yeah, yeah. I took her out.

Well, we...

We went and had some lunch,

and we kind of, um...

You know, we went back to her place and, um...

No, we're not going out again.

Just tell your wife

there's nothing the matter with her cousin,

it's just she--

I don't want to--

well, I'm not looking for Miss right.

I'm looking for Miss right now.

Yeah, thank you.

Hey!

Uh, cozy carlisle?

Uh, t-try the freezer.

O.k. Thank you.

Cozy carlisle?

Fuck you. I'm on a break.

Mr. Carlisle,

I've been retained 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.

Yeah, well, this one left you $11,000.

Myron!

Myron!

Yeah. Myron t. Spargo.

Myront.> spargo!

Yeah. Plumbing contractor.

Lived in san marino with his wife...

Uh, karen or sharon.

Karen. Yeah.

She must be very lonely right now.

That's-- jesus, 11,000...

That's a lot of grateful.

That's...

You want a cigarette?

What?

No. I don't smoke.

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

What is this?

You're fidgeting with the pen

like it's a cigarette.

You helped spargo quit smoking?

No. Myron was impotent.

Imagine that--

a man lays pipe for a living,

can't get it up at home.

Myron must've had a hard-on when he made out his will.

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

In 16 1/2 years I worked with a lot of people through a lot of shit.

O.k., I slept with a patient or two.

It's not like I didn't care about them.

O.k.

I loved being a doctor.

I used to not charge half my patients.

Then the fucking state comes along,

they send some bitch undercover,

and I'm fucked.

It ain't fair, is it?

Why don't you call opperman-crowe, ok?

Set up an appointment,

go in, sign the paperwork,

they'll cut you a check for the 8,800.

Excuse me.

What happened to the 11,000?

Well, 11 less my commission.

That is, unless you got a problem with that, sigmund.

Could I--could I use your phone?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Mr. Church.

Yeah?

Someone's either a smoker or a nonsmoker.

There's no in-between.

The trick is to find out which one you are

and be that.

Yeah, well, I'm--i'm trying to quit, so...

Don't tell me you're trying to quit.

People who say that are basically pussies who cannot commit.

Find out which one you are. Be that. That's it.

If you're a nonsmoker, you'll know.

Thank you.

Nice place you got here.

Fuckin' fruitcake.

Somewhere someone is very worried about this woman.

All right.

If you want, I'll give her a lift to county hospital.

That's all I can do right now.

O.k...maybe on the way

I'll stop and have a buddy of mine at the paper

take her picture, run it in the morning edition.

O.k.? How's that sound?

That--that sounds wonderful.

Thank you.

That sounds wonderful. All right.

Oops. Oh, so...

Only one glove, one ring...

Ooh!

Uh, I was, uh...

I was checking the labels

to get a line on where she bought them.

And how did the labels smell, Mr. Church?

Well, expensive. Yeah...

The, uh...

The, uh, perfume...

I mean, um...

Uh, mike church.

This is a claddagh ring-- irish wedding band.