Sketch Artist II: Hands That See

Sketch Artist II: Hands That See (1995)

Aah!

Oh, great!

Emmy!

You be quiet!

It's me. Open up.

Emmy!

The sinner...

Shall have no preference of whom she corrupts...

Emmy.

No home...

Emmy!

No name...

Emmy!

No face.

Whoo!

He's out!

What?

What are you talking about?

You're blind! He's out!

He never touched him!

He touched him with his glove!

He had the ball in the other hand!

Who are you working for?

You've been sniffing on something?

Get out of here.

One more word, and you're gone.

Go on!

Come on. Let's go.

Go get 'em!

All right, Zephyrs. Go get 'em!

Vicki, sit down.

Huh?

Beeks!

Yeah?

You're in.

I'm in?

Yeah.

The game's on the line, Jack.

He's a stiff!

Put Vicki back in.

We want to win this game.

And so does Beeks!

Everybody plays. Those are the rules.

Come on. Give me a break.

Jesus Christ!

Batter, batter, batter, batter!

No!

Beeks, no! No! Beeks, no!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Throw!

Come on. Get the ball! Come on!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

How could you put Beeks in?

He's cost us two games already.

His father paid for the uniforms.

We are the best-dressed losers, but he sucks.

George, you know the rules. Everybody plays.

Things won't be so cozy

between you and Vick since you replaced her.

Nothing's going on between us.

Fine.

Hey, gents.

We found her last night lying over a boulder in Griffith Park.

No I.D.

She had a little silver cross next to her.

That's it. No clothes, nothing.

And whoever raped her really did a good job.

Then there's her face.

Well, there is no face.

Somebody used a combat knife on her.

We counted 112 strokes.

He went to the cheekbones on some of them.

O.k.

How old is she?

Couldn't be more than 20.

Mmm, 22, maybe.

She bled to death.

He sliced clean through her carotid artery... After he cut her up.

Jack, you think there's enough left

so you can sketch what she used to look like?

Get a photographer in here.

I can't...

Jack.

I can't do it, all right?

I'll work off a photograph.

Jack!

Hey, slugger.

Tough loss, huh?

It's the best out of three.

Don't worry. Anything can happen.

Thought you had a vacation coming.

Starting tomorrow.

But, uh, I'll be ready on saturday.

I'll be there, too.

Hey, coach Gandhi.

Don't bother me, Zip.

Jack, Rosenthal called.

She wants the model of the bank done by monday.

Shit.

Bug somebody else. I'm busy.

You're about to get busier.

Our fun boy with the cutlery?

We got an eyewitness.

Really?

Emmy O'Conner.

She's in your office.

There's just one thing.

What?

She's blind.

What?

She can't see.

That's funny.

Mrs. O'Conner?

Emmy. Yes.

In case they haven't told you,

you're in the pigsty of Jack Whitfield.

And you're Mr. Whitfield.

Can I get you coffee? Bonnie!

No, really. I'm fine.

You sure?

Have a seat here. We'll get started.

You'll have to help me.

Here we go.

You need anything, Jack?

No. No, thanks, Bonnie. Thank you.

Here. Right here.

Um...

This is, uh...

This is going to be a little tough for me.

Going to be very hard for me, too, but then I have the advantage

of not seeing your expressions.

Guess this seems fairly ridiculous to everyone.

No, no. It's just that, uh...

But it is, really, isn't it?

No. It...

Yeah, it is.

I mean, I don't understand.

You saw?

I was able to touch the man who attacked me.

I touched his face. I'm here to describe him.

Are you ready to listen?

Hot dog.. mustard, hold the chili.

You're in court today, huh, lieutenant?

What makes you say that?

"Hold the chili."

I get crap on my shirt.

Ha ha!

You got a problem, Loman?

Everybody knows about you and chili.

Lieutenant.

Look who's here. Hello, Gina.

What are you press guys doing here, slumming?

We're just back from Missing Persons. Another woman's reported missing.

Think it might have anything to do with the slasher case?

"Slasher case?" not very original.

You know how many missing persons reports are filed in a day?

A little birdie tells me you have an eyewitness.

Your little birdie's cuckoo.

O.k., but you will let me know if you stumble across one, right?

Make my editors very happy.

How could I resist all that sultry greek charm?

Yeah, right. Try a blindfold.

Excuse us, please?

Yeah.

When did the MPR come in?

About an hour ago.

Same approximate age as the first woman.

She was a student at USC.

The blind lady?

She's with Whitfield.

Georgie's talking with the husband.

Anything else in common besides the knife?

It's him, unless some other psycho leaves a silver cross at the scene

after he carves someone up.

You're kidding me.

Same exact kind, too.

He's probably got a shoebox full right next to his prozac.

We got anything else?

Yeah. We have a blind eyewitness.

Is that terrific or what?

It says here, uh, you told the detective he was 6 feet tall?

Yes. My feet touched his ankles.

Was he, uh...

Was he heavy? Was he a big man?

Uh, heavyset, strong.

About 200 pounds.

Yeah.

O.k.

So you said his face was round and full?

Yes. He had a... a thick chin.

It was a double chin.

Mm-hmm.

And his skin was soft.

I can't really draw that.

No, but I thought it might give you an idea of his age.

He had stubble, but it wasn't coarse.

Would you say he was 20, 25, 30?