Leon put 'em on the same squad. Don't get me wrong. I love the 49ers.
Montana and Rice? They're Hall of Fame locks, baby.
But do they cover the spread?
Hell, no. Not like the Giants.
Let me tell you something. You can give me Simms and Bavaro,
Meggett and LT, any damn day.
Those guys are your meat and potatoes. They cover, baby.
And don't even bring up Miami. Don't bring 'em up. There's nothin' in Miami.
Miami only has Marino with the golden arm and some fat cheerleaders.
They have no running game. It's like two virgins. Can't find the damn hole.
That's why they get blitzed all the damn time. Understand?
I can't believe you guys.
I mean, yeah, they put up a ton of points, but they only cover every other week.
Take the over, then bet the fuckin' farm, you understand?
The pigs, the barn, the little chickens and that raggedy-ass tractor. Bet all of that.
- Dallas, America's team? My sweet black ass. - Come on.
Tried the bookie-fuckin' routine, right?
Everybody and their wrinkled grandmother wanna bet the Cowboys.
Therefore, they gotta win by two touchdowns just to cover. What are the odds on that?
So do me a favor. Take the points and run.
Come on, guys.
Unless you are a moron, retarded Saints fan,
therefore you deserve to get cornholed on the 50-yard line.
- America's sport, baby. Football. - I hate football.
You're talkin' about my sport.
One minute, fellas.
It's showtime.
OK. Let's do it.
It's a nasty habit.
Go.
Everybody down on the ground.
- Hands above your heads. - Move.
You want me to use this thing? What are you lookin' at?
- How long? - Two minutes.
I see you, baby. Get your ass out here.
Bingo.
- 1798. - That was a bad year.
It's 90 seconds.
Got it.
Upstairs.
- What is that? - Nothing. It's estate junk.
One minute.
- It's not here. - It's there.
All right, 45.
My God.
30 seconds.
OK. Come on.
Break out the diamond. Let's see that $10 million red beauty.
Fuckin' right.
The Surgeon General was right. Cigarettes can kill.
No. Go back.
- Is there a problem? - Fucking go back!
The psychodynamics of compulsive stealing are well established.
An act committed to relieve a preexisting state of guilt,
an attempt to harm an imagined enemy,
or a form of revenge against those who have deprived the person of something significant,
or somehow inflicted a narcissistic injury.
But stealing panties from the girls' locker room...
There's nothing in there.
I've never really been a big fan of Freud's anyway.
I don't know if I should say this. I'm a professional.
I won't say anything.
You promise to keep your word?
OK. Well, you know, that thing that you were doing with the panties?
Everybody does it. Your best friends do it.
The mailman does it. Even the headmaster. They all whack off.
If anybody tells you they don't, they're lying.
My mom says I'm oversexed.
- Hi, Daddy. - Excuse me. Who am I speaking to?
- This is me. - No, my Jessie is eight years old.
The girl I am talking to is at least 11.
Can I speak to your mother, please?
- Don't forget the turkey. - Why not have 'em deliver it?
It's Thanksgiving eve, Nathan. Might as well get it to fly here.
OK. Fairway, right? What's the cross street? 74th?
The man's a steel trap.
- I will be there in ten minutes. - All right. Bye.
Go away.
Come on.
Shit.
Louis, this better be a real emergency.
My hero. Look.
She's not one of your Dalton Trust Fund waifs, but I think she needs your help.
I don't know, Louis. I don't talk to you for days, and the night before Thanksgiving...
- Jesus Christ. - Lucky guy. He's still alive.
She took a razor to an orderly in Rockland.
- 111 stitches to close him up. - What was the trigger?
Good question. Been in institutions for ten years.
Yeah, I see that. Selective mutism, obsessive-compulsive behavior...
- Post-traumatic symptoms... - 20 different hospitals and 20 diagnoses.
An IQ off the charts. Saw her father killed by a subway when she was eight.
- Dr. Sachs? - What?
The girl who was biting the heads off pigeons has a med student in a headlock.
Call security. Make sure the student documents the attack.
Louis, I don't know what the hell you want from me.
- Look, I got a family at home, waiting. - Nathan, spend 15 minutes with her.
She's an 18-year-old girl who never hurt a fly until last week.
You and I are between her and a lifetime on Thorazine. Or worse.
What do you mean, "you and I"? She's your patient. Your case.
You're a big asshole for making me say this.
You're better at this stuff than I am.
Everybody knows Nathan Conrad's touch with the teens.
Elisabeth Burrows is the kind of case you and I lived for before you went uptown on me.
Just kidding. I didn't mean it that way.
- She needs you. - All right.
But why the emergency? Why tonight?
If we don't make progress by Monday,
they're gonna ship her to Creedmore and chain her to a bed for the rest of her life.
That's why she needs you now. Five minutes.
- Arnie, Frankie, good evening. - Dr. Conrad. Slumming tonight?
- Afraid so. - You guys up for a cavity search?
I'll pass, but you know Dr. Sachs. He's always ready for one.
Mind the gate.
What's the new cocktail?
Haldol, Droperidol and Ativan.
- And she's awake? - Yes, my friend.
- He told me to stay. You're making a mistake. - Come on.
- She eating? - Not eating, drinking, sleeping, bathing,
letting anybody touch her, or saying a word.
- You're making a mistake. - No, sweetheart.
Dr. Sachs, he told me to stay.
I will have a word with him, Louise. I promise.
What's with the heavy artillery?
It took about five guys to get her off the poor fella up in Rockland.
Louis, is there anything else you wanna tell me?
No.
Could you open the door, please?
- You OK? - Am I OK?
- Yeah. - I'm OK.
Hello.
Elisabeth, my name is Dr. Conrad.
I'm a psychiatrist.
The word has it that you haven't eaten for days.
I can understand that.
I used to work in this hospital. I know what the food's like.
Elisabeth, would you mind if I took your pulse?
That means I'm gonna have to touch you.
Now, that's not supposed to happen.
True catatonics have what's called a "waxy flexibility" of their limbs.
It means they stay exactly where they're posed.
There's more to you than meets the eye, Elisabeth.
You're very good at what you do.
So, is there anything you wanna talk about?
That's OK. We hardly know each other.
I know you must have been very frightened to do what you did to that guy.
I know that you were angry, because I saw those photos.
But I also know that you were in a lot of pain,
because nobody is in this place without a reason.
So maybe we'll talk next week.
You want what they want.
Don't you?
What who wants?
Elisabeth. What who wants?
I'll never tell.
Any of you.
Hello?
Who are you?
Five to three this old bag doesn't have cable. I need my sports.
Dinner's over.
- How you doin', Tony? - Good. Nice to see you, Doctor.
Hello?
This certainly looks like the Conrad residence.
It smells like the Conrad residence.
And it's definitely overheated, like the Conrad residence.
But it doesn't sound like the Conrad residence.
Hi, honey. I'm looking for a little girl.
About four feet two, light brown hair.
Where did she go?
If I don't find that little girl,
I'm gonna have to go downstairs and find myself another little girl.
I'll be back in ten minutes.
- Hi, Daddy. - How are you?
- Look what I did in art class today. - That's beautiful. Look at the colors.
- You've got such a unique vision. - It's my vision, I swear.
- Aren't you supposed to be in bed? - I can't sleep. I have mental problems.
- I see. What kind of mental problems? - I'm highly neurotic.
- I think you've been in my study again. - I needed the stapler.
- Go say good night to Mom. - You're late.
- Good night, Mommy. - Night, baby. You brush your teeth?
- Yeah. - Can I smell?
Delicious.
I'll put Monkey right over here by you on that side.
And I'll put Sally over here to keep you company.
You had a bad day.
- Why do you say that? - Frown-face.
I have a "frown-face" because it's after ten o'clock and you're still awake.
Where were you tonight?
I was working.
Why?
Because I was helping a young girl.
All right. But that's gonna cost ya.
All right. What's it gonna be?
One hug, two kisses.
You cut a tough deal. OK, here's one hug.
And one kiss.
And two kisses.
Will they put Bart Simpson in the parade?
They will put Bart Simpson in the parade if you go to sleep right now.
OK. But I don't think they'll care if I go to sleep or not.
- Good night, sweetheart. I love you. - Love you too.
- Let me give you a hand, Detective. - Thanks.
That's beautiful.
What exactly is beautiful?
- Your leatherjacket. It's beautiful. - Right.
- Did you read about the Manhattan Bridge? - No.
It was built wrong. It moves ten feet.
- Syd Simon. - I'll see you later.
- Detective Cassidy, what can I do for you? - What do we got?
Floater. Female, no ID.
She's maybe in her twenties.
Sloughing of her skin tells me she's been in the water two, three days.
This time of year, with the water cold, could be longer.
A couple to three days tops.
Her hands have been tied. They recover any rope or anything?
They're still lookin'.
Another body was found a couple of days ago.
- Battery Park area? - Yeah.
The victim was male, middle-aged. Day before yesterday.
- I need preliminary findings by tonight. - Dream on, Detective. I got cases piled up.
C'mon, Syd. I got plans for Thanksgiving. Do me right, all right?
- Tomorrow's the best I can do. - Thank you.
First thing, though.
Cars have now been towed, the roads plowed to the pavements,
so the annual Turkey Trot, the 8,000-meter race...
8,000-meter race? That doesn't sound right.
You can't be distracted.
Here you are, immobile,
totally exposed,
and quite vulnerable.
I think you need a bath.
Guess what, sweetie. I already had a bath today.
You did?
You didn't have Nathan Conrad's fantastic special bath, did you?
- No. - No, you didn't do that.
I didn't get that one yet.
Pretty hot. Not too hot, is it?
- No. It's nice. - Good.
- We should keep it down. - You're the one that makes the noise.
Prepare to die of delight.
Jessie, c'mon. Let's join the downhill racer.
I heard that about the downhill racer.
Honey, you were dreaming. I didn't say anything.
- It was icy, you know? - I know it was, baby.
- And very windy, too. - It was a hell-ride.
- Good morning. - Morning. You think she's still sleeping?
I don't know.
Jessie? Come on. The parade's gonna start soon.
All right. I'm gonna go there all by myself.
See all those floats alone.
Jessie, come on. Breakfast is getting cold.
Does she have a new hiding place I don't know?
Probably. She's been running round the house like a wildcat all week.
Jessie. Get in here right now.
Eat it up before it gets cold.
Nathan? She wouldn't go out on the balcony, right?
She's not there. She knows better than to go outside without asking, doesn't she?
Jessie. Get in here right now.
- She lost one of her socks. - What?
- She's gone. - What do you mean?
- Wait. Where is she? - Somebody came in.
- No. She's in the hallway... - Somebody took her.
- Nobody took her, Nathan. - Aggie, they cut the chain on the door.
What? Nathan, call the police.
I can't get a dial tone. Hello?
Get off the line. This is an emergency. Something's wrong with the phone.
- There is nothing wrong with it, Nathan. - This is an emergency.
Yeah, I know.
- Who is this? - We have your daughter.
- What? - Who is it?
What's your worst fear, Nathan?
- My what? - The first shock can buckle the knees. True?
- Where is she? - She's unharmed. I don't want to hurt her.
- Give it to me. - I want something from you.
- No. - What?
Not until I talk to my daughter and I know that she's OK.
Rule number one. You do not make demands. You listen to what I tell you.
You call me back when I can talk to my daughter.
- What the hell were you doing? - Aggie.
- Listen to me, Aggie. - No. Are you crazy?
Aggie. I have to make sure she's all right.
What if they don't call back?
- Hello? - Daddy?
- Jessie, are you OK, sweetie? - Honey, have they hurt you?
No. Daddy, can I come home now? Daddy?
That was very brave, Nathan.
- Tell me how much money you want. - I don't want your money.
Pick up your wife before she breaks the other leg.
I'm fine.
What?
Nathan, what is it?
Don't close the curtains. I like the view.
Good. Now, on the bureau by the door is a cell phone.
I know what you're thinking. Don't.
By the time you hit the one in "911" Jessie will be dead.
Rule number two. Do not try to call or signal anyone. If you do, I will kill your daughter.
Not because I want to, but because those are the rules. Do you understand?
- Yes. - What?
I can see you. I can hear you.
Wherever you go, you will be watched.
- What are they saying? - If you want to see her alive,
don't say a word.
- Now, tell me you understand. - I understand.
Good. You have a pro bono patient. Her name is Elisabeth Burrows.
A very disturbed girl.
She has a six-digit number in her head.
Locked away in her troubled mind. She guards it with her life.
- What kind of number? - That needn't concern you.
I need that number. You need your daughter back. That is why this is happening.
You're a professional, Nathan. So am I.
If we do our jobs to the best of our abilities,
by this time tomorrow it'll be like we never even knew each other.
Now, go back to Bridgeview. Take the Rover.
No police, no detours. And Nathan? Aggie will be fine.
Rule number three. You have until 5pm today.
Let's do exactly what he says.
- Nathan, why don't we call the police? - Because we can't.
Because I believe him.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Asshole.
- Aren't you and Jessie hittin' the parade? - She's got a cold, Danny.
No signs of sexual assault.
I see evidence of injury in her neck.
Signs of bleeding in the strap muscles overlying her larynx.
I don't know, Syd. This girl does not match any of my missing persons.
Also evidence of a fracture on the left tip of her hyoid bone.
Syd. How'd she die?
No blunt instrument here.
- Her neck was snapped in two. - By what?
By two hands.
Syd. Same technique used on this Battery Park floater?
Same dislocation of the skull.
And the splotches on the body?
Cigarette burns. He was tortured.
And he had prison tats? OK.
I'm also gonna need fingerprints and dental x-rays on our Jane Doe, pronto.
You know this is Thanksgiving?
You're right.
Hope her family isn't waiting on her to carve the turkey.
Cassidy, I'm not susceptible to your guilty-me bullshit.
She probably helped her mom with the dishes.
Fingerprints and dentals. Then I'm outta here.
Thank you, Syd.
Slow it down.
Come on.
Roll down your window, sir.
- Officer, I'm a doctor. - Congratulations.
- See that tuba player rolling off your hood? - I need to get through this parade.
I need an escort to the Bridgeview Psychiatric Hospital.
Do I look like a freakin' helicopter? Use 57th Street like everyone else.
- He's talking to the cops. What do we do? - Be patient.
There's a young girl who could die.
So, Officer, you can either help me save this girl...
Or not.
Get outta here. Move on. Can I have two of you?
Let's go. Right over there.
Hold the band right there.
Open those gates for me, guys.
The son of a bitch. He just picked up a police escort and cut through the parade.
I like that.
- What? - The police escort. I like it a lot.
- You didn't tell me the context of the number. - She knows.
This girl has a decade of pathology to unravel.
Even if she knows, your five o'clock deadline is absurd.
In my experience, people are at their best facing unreasonable deadlines.
You can't just flick a switch in her head.
Trust me. It does not work that way in these cases.
The money's bad, I know. But you have family obligations right now.
And Nathan? Don't lose the phone.
- The doctor has landed. - Did he double-alarm the car?
- Nope. - Good. We got him focused.
- Do you have the key to Dr. Sachs's office? - Yeah.
- Open it, please. - But Dr. Sachs isn't here.
Open it.
I thought Nathan explained the rules very clearly. Put the cellphone back.
There's no percentage in breaking those rules.
You sick son of a bitch.
- You hurt my little girl and I'll... - You'll do what?
You were about to say something personal.
I think.
- No. - That's good.
If your husband is on his game today, you've nothing to worry about.
There's a good side, Aggie. This will bring you much closer than the occasional ski trip.
Or sponge bath.
The remote is to your left. Pick it up.
Pick it up.
Good. Now turn it on.
Try HBO.
No. I've seen this. A bit too violent.
Try a nice family drama.
- Nathan. What are you doin' here? - You're not supposed to be here.
- How'd you get in? Who let you in? - You're supposed to be in Greenwich.
Why are you here on Thanksgiving?
Why am I here? I gotta testify in a double homicide on Monday.
I thought I'd come to my office to do a little research.
You broke into my files. Those are my pers...
- I woulda given you the key, man. - Have you gone through all of this?
No, it just got here. But I've been through the master file. It's a swamp of misdiagnosis...
- I think she's overlaying. - Overlaying?
She is a brilliant mimic. That's why Rockland couldn't figure her out.
She's highly adaptive. She takes on the symptoms of other patients.
She's like a counterfeit schizophrenic, maybe.
I can't believe it's all smoke and mirrors.
That would place her in the malingerers' hall of fame.
I gotta believe there's some genuine pathology beneath it.
She has classic post-traumatic stress symptoms. Her PTSD is real.
Seeing her father die, that was ground zero.
And she also believes that something or somebody is after her.
That is why she stayed institutionalized these past ten years. She wants to stay inside.
So, 20 different hospitalizations,
20 different diagnoses.
All overlaying. Nathan, that would make her a very talented young lady, wouldn't it?
Or desperate.
- Louis? - Yeah?
Does anybody know I'm treating Elisabeth Burrows besides you?
Everybody. I put it up last night after you left.
Figured you might be back. Wanted you to have clearance.
I also reinstated your password. Gate, please.
Elisabeth, good morning.
Are you feeling better?
I brought you something.
A chocolate turkey.
The sugar'll help you metabolize all those meds they've been giving you.
Do you like Thanksgiving? It's my favorite holiday.
Wanna touch?
- Sorry? - I saw you looking.
I know what you're trying to do. You want to embarrass me. It won't work.
The other doctor?
- Dr. Sachs. - Yeah.
- I don't like him. - I can understand that.
Very fucking funny.
Elisabeth, there's something important that I have to ask you.
But first I wanna show you something.
I have a daughter. She's eight.
Going on 18.
Her name's Jessie.
I have some of her favorite things here.
This is Horton Hears a Who!
I've read it to her so many times, it's pretty worn by now.
And this... She loves to draw weird pictures of me.
And this.
This is Sally.
Would you like one of those?
I'll make sure the hospital lets you keep it.
But you can only choose one.
- What the hell is this? Toys "R" Us? - Want me to choose for you?
- Dr. Conrad? - Yes?
Get out.
No.
I want you to leave.
No. We're not finished talking, Elisabeth.
I know what you're trying to do.
You wanna embarrass me. It won't work.
What's your name?
Your hair's really long.
My hair used to be that long but my mom made me cut it.
What's that thing on your neck?
It's kind of impolite not to answer someone's question.
It's a symbol.
- What's it mean? - Don't talk.
Elisabeth, there's something I need to know.
Jessie.
Jessie? That's my little girl's name.
Wanna see a picture that Jessie drew?
I'll make you a deal. I'll show you the picture if you answer my question.
Is it worth just one answer? I don't mean a yes or no answer.
Maybe.
I'm gonna ask my question now, Elisabeth.
Is the man that you hurt in Rockland...
Did that have anything to do with the terrible thing that happened to you in the subway?
Come on, run.
Come on, honey, run.
- I didn't know what you were talking about. - Run.
I didn't know who "they" were or what "they" wanted.
- Now I do. I know how bad they wanted it. - Leave.
I know how important it was for you to hold onto it.
I'm just asking...
Elizabeth, you have to...
I'm sorry.
You lost her.
She's still got the doll, doesn't she?
- Yeah? - That went well.
I can gain her trust. But without more information...