Nightwatch

Hi. How ya doin', sweetie? Come on in.

I already prepared everything for you...

just the way you like it.

Geez, it's so hot tonight.

Are you ready?

You want me to play dead?

Do you want me to die, honey?

Please. Please, let me die for you.

Why'd you close the windows?

You know I don't scream.

What are you doing, honey?

Is there something wrong?

What's that?

Uh, you're-- you're hurting me.

Uh, get off!

Oh, God! No! No!

Please, get off me!

No! No!

Oh,yeah. What do you know about the killer at this point?

We know that it's a male, probably between the ages--

Any indication... Is there a possibility there's more than one killer?

No comment.

- You sound confident. - I am.

- Any indication of the killer's race? - Not definitive, no.

We are in the process of analyzing skin samples...

taken from underneath the fingernails of two of the victims.

Results of those--

- ...determine the killer's race. - Inspector? Inspector?

How do you respond to claims that police aren't working as hard to find the killers

because the victims were prostitutes?

The suggestion that we're not treating this case with all the diligence we can muster...

is not only false but offensive.

We've already spent 1,800 man-hours on this case.

What do you know about the killer at this point?

I can't tell you all that we know, but he's male, probably between the ages--

- You got the job. That job? - Yeah.

-Jesus. - Whoo-hoo.

That sounds disgusting.

Don't you think? Don't you think it's just disgusting?

All-All I gotta do...

is sit on my ass all night and read a book.

- You're drinking too much. - Martin's already very drunk.

My feeling is one person is responsible for these crimes.

- And why do you say that? - That's my business.

Don't you see? That's it. That's all I gotta do.

- I just gotta sit on my ass. Sit on my ass.

- Inspector. - Inspector.

Inspector, how do you respond to claims...

that police aren't working as hard to find the killers because the victims were prostit...

The suggestion-- The suggestion that we're not treating this case...

with all the diligence we can muster is not only false but offensive.

Any possibility that there's more than one-- ...male.

My feeling is one person's responsible for these murders.

We can't tell the public everything we know.

Not definitive. We're in the process of analyzing skin samples...

taken from underneath the fingernails of two of the victims.

The results of those tests--

- Any possibility that there's more than one killer?

No comment.

Staying over tonight?

Do you want me to?

Do you want to?

If you want me to.

Marie, if I've ever done anything to make you happy, I truly apologize.

In some cases, these markings could have occurred after death while the body was being...

Sources inside the police department have confirmed...

that the victims were sexually assaulted after the deaths took place.

- Any possibility that there's more than one killer? - My feeling is--

It's gotten so hard to talk her into things.

She's become less and less...

receptive.

When will the results of the tests come in? Very soon. Maybe tomorrow.

That guy's supposed to be amazing.

- We can't tell the public everything. - Receptive to what?

Were the victims sexually assaulted?

What do you think of the killer, Inspector?

I think his time is running out.

Katherine!

Katherine?

I'm in the bathroom!

- Oh. - What?

Nothing.

You had strange dreams last night.

I did?

Mm.

You were breathing really heavy.

You kept kicking your legs and moaning.

You sure we weren't having sex?

Pretty sure, yeah.

Call me and tell me how it went.

Yeah.

- Good night. - Good night.

Mr.Johnson?

- Mr.Johnson. - How did you get in?

The front door was open.

Oh, damn door never closes.

Well, gotta be killed.

Here, Roger. Here's a hatchet.

Yep, we gotta do it. No use wasting time.

That's what we're out here for.

Let's not fool around anymore. Now take the hatchet and chop the turkey's head off .

Isn't there an easier way to do it?

So, this is you?

Oh, yeah, this is me.

Welcome to Mars.

- Sorry? - They weren't kiddin' ya.

About what?

I'll leave you the coffee machine. The radio is mine.

- You got a radio? - Uh, no.

Get yourself a radio.

What did they tell you, exactly?

N-Not a lot.

At this time there's very few people around,

but at night, this place is like Mars.

- So, what have you heard? - Pardon?

What, exactly, did they tell you about me? Nothing.

- They told me nothing. - Come on. They told you why I quit.

No, honestly, not at all.

May we come in a moment?

Turn the key till you hear the click.

Registers on a piece of punch tape,

verifying you were here every hour.

- I see. - Do you?

Thank God we don't need to check this room. The key's outside.

Come, have a look.

- No. - It's all right. Come on.

- You know what's in those tubs? - No. What?

Smell the formaldehyde. You can smell it, can't you?

Should never go in there. Never.

I never have.

Disgusting.

So, I'll be alone here at night.

Didn't they tell you?

Well, sometimes, an ambulance or police comes in,

but apart from that,

it's just you... and them.

The morgue.

I don't know why they put a key in there.

Ah, the hell with it. Let's get on with it.

Just keep your eyes on the key.

Just keep looking at it.

Don't look at them.

Damned idiots. Why in the hell did they put a key in here?

What are the cords for?

Just a precaution... in case one of them wakes up.

If you pull it, then the alarm goes off. - Wakes up?

Then you call the duty doctor from the guard's station.

Just call. He'll be here in five minutes. Don't worry.

It'll never happen.

It's cold in here, but you can still smell 'em, can't you?

Yeah.

Make sure the door doesn't close. No handle on the inside.

- Why would it close? - Don't forget to turn out the lights.

This is where it happened... supposedly.

What?

Some years ago, scandal, terrible scandal.

Night watchman.

Many years ago, he did it.

He did it?

Did it with them.

- Oh, you mean, he-- - The guy had his very own harem.

Well, I never knew anything +++ about it firsthand,

but the rumor was, they caught him doing it,

and they hushed the whole thing up.

Who knows?

Lots of weirdos out here.

God.

Oh-oh, hey, I-I'm not a weirdo.

After you start working here a while, your breath'll begin to stink.

You can test it by holding your... hand up to your mouth and breathe.

Am I right?

Oh,Jesus. God, you're right.

Goes with the territory. Nothing you can do about it.

These are the staff files. We're all in here somewhere.

Dead ones, over there. Staff, over here.

Meaningless.

Here's your duty roster.

Come on at 8:00, be relieved at 4:00.

Is that the alarm from--

It'll never happen. Have you got a radio?

- Actually, I'm gonna study. - Get a radio.

- Like I said, I'll get a radio. - Good.

Who is that picture of?

I don't know. It's always been there.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

There's nothing to be afraid of, but, uh--

I think it'd be a good thing to have.

And then the radio--

It'd be a good idea to buy yourself a radio.

Okay.

Okay, you have a choice of seeing two movies.

One, 90 action-packed minutes of two heroes...

spending time together, having these incredible adventures through the summer.

The other movie has 45 minutes of one hero having incredible adventures...

and the other 45 minutes is a guy sitting in a desk,

um, reading a book, okay?

Which one do you go see?

Well, who's playing the guy reading the book?

There is definitely loss of consortium,

but how about mental anguish?