I never said that, Maya. I never once said that.
Uh, yeah, you kinda did, Sam.
When? When--when did I say that?
You said, and I quote, "Maya, I think it's time-- I think it's time I met the folks."
Was I drunk?
No, you weren't drunk.
Horny, maybe, but not drunk.
I just...
You know, meetin' the folks when the rest of the department doesn't know yet, the boss...
Uh, news flash, Sam--
Ma, stepdad, they don't hang out with the boss and the rest of the detectives down at the old 1-2-5.
I just think we need to... proceed with caution. All right?
- Yes. All right. - That's all.
Hey!
I'm crazy about you, Maya.
I just...
I just... it's-- can we talk about this later?
Sure.
He is a homicide suspect, he is dangerous, be careful, all right!
What's the status inside, boss?
Raimes is alone, fourth floor apartment.
You know if Raimes is a possible track star?
I figure not. Serial killers usually aren't.
Good, 'cause I'm all out of fight.
- Ready, Clams? - Ready.
N.Y.P.D.!
Go ahead. Check the window.
Track star!
- All units...the suspect is in the wind. - Raimes!
- Stop! -He's gone out the back. He's gone out the back.
Move!
Suspect is out the window. I'm on it.
Cut him off!
Get out of the way!
Hold it!
- Smash his face in! - I'm trying.
- Ain't talking to you. Kill the pig, freak show. - What?
Take him down, man!
Colin Raimes, you're under arrest for the abduction and murder of Laurie Stewart.
Laurie Stewart-- kidnapped May 5th.
No sexual assault, held for 30 hours and strangled to death with a bootlace.
We still haven't processed what this fibre is we found under her fingernail.
You wanna tell us, Colin?
Colin, this is your diary found in your room.
"I killed her. I left her shirt for them to find,
"Held her for 30 hours, "just the same way. She's been killed.
"I enjoyed killing her. It was more fun than marbles."
Marbles? What are you, 9?
I like marbles.
What was the exact time of the abduction on May 5th?
Approximately 2300 hours.
- 11:00 P.M.? - Yeah.
These are the security tapes for the Stardrift Casino in Atlantic city,
Time-stamped May 5th.
If we were to fast-forward, you would see Mr. Raimes played craps all night long.
I think we're done here.
Check with the Stardrift, make sure the time stamp hasn't been tampered.
- Yeah? - It's me.
I'm in East River Park, and I got Raimes in my crosshairs.
Raimes is out?
Why are you doing this, Maya?
Well, I keep going back to the diary.
"I held her for 30 hours, just the same way."
It's like he's trying to impress someone, copying something or someone.
I feel like I've missed something.
You don't have to prove anything to me.
Don't I?
I'm a cop first and foremost, Sam, and you made things real clear earlier.
Earlier? No, no, no. I was--
You're not gonna believe this, Sam.
Who's Lawrence Raimes?
Lawrence Raimes is Colin's twin brother.
They're not on speaking terms, but Lawrence there is a degenerate gambler with a real taste for the dice.
- Maya! - Maya!
Maya!
Detective!
We got two more units coming in if you need it.
Nothing over here!
What the hell was she doing here, Sam?
10-13 of units, respond at 320 Madison-- Colin Raimes' residence.
Hold on, baby. I'm coming.
Detective Tyler, this is dispatch 50-20.
Detective Tyler, please respond.
Go for Tyler.
You can't park here.
Uh, I--yes.
This--this is not my car.
So you ain't Sam Tyler?
You--I-I am.
I--th-this--this-- this is not my car.
I-I was driving a... a jeep.
You were driving a military vehicle?
I need my cell.
You need to sell what?
No. I just...
No way.
Life on Mars Season 1 Episode 1
"Out Here In The Fields"
Just my size.
Small forward Phil Jackson helping out the Knicks in this game 3 against Wilt Chamberlain,
And the Los Angeles Lakers.
What a game we have in store for you tonight.
You okay? Look like you seen a ghost.
Like he's seen a ghost, and he was ballin' your mother.
You the, uh, transfer from Hyde?
Sam Tyler?
I'm Sam Tyler. What's Hyde?
It's, uh, upstate.
They got a great train museum up there.
You ever been to it?
All right.
I don't know who the hell you think you are, but this is my office...
Right here.
This is my desk, here.
So where's my desk?
Where's my desk? Chair!
- My computer! - Your computer? Like Hal?
"2001: A space odyssey"?
Looks like we got us a regular spaceman.
Okay, what the hell's going on?
This is my department.
What have you done with it?
Hey, hey, you might wanna keep it down, boss.
Too late.
- Now you done it. - You woke him.
All right. Okay.
Surprise me.
What year is this supposed to be?
It's 1973.
Or, as our Chinese brethren would like to call it, the year of the fist.
You gotta be kidding me.
Don't ever waltz into my kingdom acting the King of the jungle.
Operator.
Um, yeah. I'm--I'm trying to reach, uh, 917-555-0147.
Is that an international number?
No. No, it--it's a cell phone.
Maya Daniels' cell phone.
I'm not sure what you're selling, sir, but you're gonna--
- Doctor? - We're losing him!
- Clear! - Clear!
No response.
- Clear! - Clear!
Stop!
Clearly, detective Tyler here is dizzier than a monkey on a merry-go-round.
Have someone check under his hood.
What, "no-nuts"?
"No-nuts."
No broken bones, no bruises.
Do you feel like you're gonna vomit?
I am a little nauseous, to tell you the truth.
But you would be, too, if you took the last flight in from 2008.
You're gonna stick that story, huh?
Are you a doctor?
Mm, I'm about as qualified as Dr. Kildare.
I'm part of the Bureau of Policewomen.
What's that?
Oh, they don't have that in 2008, do they?
Mm, not so much.
We tend to lost kitties, hysterical girlfriends, concussed detectives.
What's your name?
Annie Norris.
Or as I am so fondly referred to here in the old 1-2-5--
"No-nuts" Norris.
I was 4 in 1973.
This is 1973, detective Tyler.
And you really should stop with that line of nonsense.
If what you say is true...
You were hit by a car, brain is a little sozzled, but you seem okay.
This notion that you're some kind of a time traveller, notwithstanding.
Annie, get your "talking to grieving parents" kit on.
We found the missing twirl.
A-a "twirl"?
A girl.
A broad? A chick? A dame? A lass?
Of course.
A twirl.
Her name's Suzi Tripper, missing two days.
Her blouse was left in East River Park.
East River Park? That--that's where Maya--
Found her this morning, neck wrung like a Christmas turkey.
No sign of sexual assault.
Her blouse left at the scene of abduction, strangled, no sign of sexual assault.
Is--is this why I'm here?
No, you're here to make me curse the day my father's sperm asked my mama's egg if it could have this dance.
Where's the body?
Take him to the slab.
Lab lifted a few prints off her shoe.
They've been sent downtown.
Should hear back in a couple of weeks or so if there's a match.
A couple of weeks?
Yeah. It's amazing what they can do these days.
Strangled with a ligature, no other wounds, defensive or otherwise.
What have we learned from the stomach contents?
Um, Chris?
Uh, take a look.
In the file. In the... post-mortem file.
Well, um, she wasn't fed for at least a day before she was killed.
"Held her for 30 hours."
Just like Laurie Stewart.
Come on!
All right. Stop. Over. Enough!
Okay, wall is wet. I can smell the... formaldehyde.
Sandwich on the tray, half-eaten.
It's ham.
Someone's-- someone's whistling outside.
To think, this is the guy they wanna bump up instead of you?
Yeah, tell me about it.
It's an embarrassment.
Hey, you gotta get some rest.
I-I think that that crash maybe hurt your head.
Oh, my head.
Hey, pal.
Why don't you get yourself a scotch?
Maybe even a stewardess.
You know, set things right.
What are y--
My God.
Tyler.
You look like you were sleeping with your eyes open.
This is about Maya.
About your "what-a"?
He kills, and then he waits 35 years to strike again.
I mean, that must be why I'm here.
I mean--I mean, if--if I can stop him now, he can't kill then, and Maya's safe.
No.
Colin Raimes would be in diapers in 1973.
It doesn't add up.
No, it don't.
No-nuts is gonna take you to your new flop.
Take the rest of the day to get settled.
- Yeah, but the fibres-- - that's an order.
He's all yours.
Come on, Sam.
Let me take you home.
"Home"?
Yeah.
How can I argue with that?
It's not that bad.
The water isn't brown so much as it's tan.
Hey, at least the department is putting you up.
My wage still has me living with my folks in Kew Gardens.
I mean, Mike Farrell may have the biggest key ring in town, but my key isn't on it.
Um, bathroom's down the hall.
There's one on each floor, so you won't be sharing it with the whole building.
They shipped your clothes from Hyde.
I unpacked them for you.
Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
Annie?
Listen to me.
I had an accident, and I woke up 35 years in the past.
Now that either makes me a time traveller, a-a lunatic...
Or I'm lying in a hospital bed in 2008, and none of this is real.
I thought we agreed to stop--
Maya, my girlfriend, has been kidnapped by the same man who strangled Suzi Tripper yesterday...
Maybe we should rethink this trip to the hospital.
And he'll hold her for a day.
And then, like Laurie Stewart in 2008 and Suzi Tripper here in '73, and I...
I can't help her.
There's a thing, Sam.
It's called paranoid delusion.
It's chemical, it's in the brain, and--and things like head wounds can bring it on.
That's pretty fancy talk for a girl who lives with her folks in Queens.
Temporary arrangement for a woman who's still paying off her psychology degree from Fordham.
And what if you're just my mind telling me this is real?
You feel it?
My heartbeat.
If I were a figment of your imagination, I would probably let your hand linger on my chest.
However...
I gotta go.
Where?
What do you care?
I'm not real, remember?
Soon as I walk out that door...
Poof!
I'm gone.
Here I go.
Hocus-pocus!
Magic, huh?
Now get some rest.
In module 3, we noted that the collective pythorean angles can be derived,
From the simple luminary "a" as in the constant 10.
What concerns us most is regulating his breathing.
I have to stress to you that Sam is in low responsiveness,
But not in a persistent vegetative state.
Hey, I'm right here.
There are times, however, he moves, murmurs...
I'm here!
Has motor responses...
Yeah, you're damn right I do!
- Suggesting perhaps that he is operating in an alternate reality. - Look! Look at me!
All we can do is monitor and-- and wait.
Sam!
What? I'm awake. I'm awake.
Look at me!
Where you going?
Don't leave me.
Don't leave me here.
Please!
Don't go!
No.
Don't leave me.
Suzi Tripper's dead,
And you were seen having a slow gin fizz with her the night she was murdered.
I know you.
You broke my cousin Davey's collarbone at that war protest down on Bank Street.
Or as I like to refer to it, the good old days.
Dora?
Uh, my name's detective Tyler, but please call me Sam.
Are you really a cop?
You don't seem like no cop.
You ain't so much ugly.
Thank you, Sophia Loren.
That night, you were with Suzi.
Did you see her, uh, talking with anyone?
A stranger, perhaps?
The answer, detective Tyler...
Is blowin' in the wind.
I'm done with this!
Get your hands off me!
Lieutenant!
I want a lawyer!
Stop it!
She asked for a lawyer.
You're done with this, Tyler.
She's a possible witness.
Get outta here!
Sit down.
How you doing, my friend?
What part of my subconscious do you hail from?
Poughkeepsie.
What's your poison?
Just give me a diet coke.
Diet coke?
Uh, scotch.
Make it a double, will you?
Diet coke.
Now that would be something, huh?
Yeah.
Irish coffee, Nelson,
And I want it black as the sky on a moonless night above 110th street.
Hey, blue.
This is the detectives' joint.
Your gin mill's around the corner.
All right, let's go.
What did you do to that girl?
You know, where I come from, you'd be looking at suspension.
Really?
For making a breakthrough?
At 2300 hours, she saw Suzi Tripper heading away from the bar,
Followed by a white male with long dark hair.
That's what I call...
Narrowing the gap.
Listen, it's not human hair under the fingernails.
It's synthetic.
The killer's either wearing thick gloves,
Or he's using a bag or something made of course materials.
That's a long road of logic to pull from one minute in the meat-house.
I've seen it before.
I'm telling you, there's a pattern here.
He's gonna take another girl.
You don't have to listen to me.
After all, you're just some bottom-feeding thug
Who crawled out of some dark pit in the recesses of my mind.
I'll see you, Gene.
Send regards to my id.
You wanna throw down?
Let's throw down right now.
You're new on the spit, Tyler, and I sympathize with that--
"First day at new school" jitters and all.
But here's what you need to get smart on quick--
My team's tight.
We collar the baddies to keep this island safe.
I never give up, and I always go for the maximum.
When my time is done, they will say, “he has been here," of that I am sure.
"He...has...been...here."
And there are less villains on the street because of that fact.
Which is why you need to believe me.
With what I know, I can find this killer.
All right, then.
Prove it.
To find our guy, we have to anticipate his next move.
To do that, we have to get inside his head to understand what he's thinking.
It's a very powerful thing to be able to do.
So is pulling a rabbit out of my labonza.
Annie?
You're familiar with the case?
Yes, sir.
Can you help me out here?
I'd rather not.
Please.
Come on, Annie.
Oh, I get it.
Every Houdini needs an assistant with a great set of gams.
Ms. Norris has a psych degree from Fordham.
Yeah, well, I have an ass that can fart the melody,
Of every Peter, Paul and Mary song ever recorded.
Do I get to stand up there, too?
So...the victim wasn't gagged.
That seems odd.
Right?
Why didn't he gag her?
Because he needed...
He needed to see her mouth, her lips.
We need to see the things that we value.
Put yourself in his mind-set-- you're lonely.
Women ignore you.
But in your dreams, there's a girl.
She's got these big eyes and...
Ruby red lips.
And this dream haunts you.
But one day, you find that girl from your dreams, and you bring her home.
But something's wrong.
Why don't those lips smile at you like they did in the dream?
So you're embarrassed.
Then angry.
It's her fault.
She taunted you in the dream, and now--
Now she's rejecting you.
You reach your breaking point.
You strangle her, and the whole cycle repeats itself with another girl,
But this time, you're sure you'll must the courage to kiss her.
Only you won't be able to--
If I wanted to be this bored,
I'd go to mass with the missus and her miserable mother.
This nut job may have just moved into the area.
Let's start lookin' at new faces in the local boozers.
Let's not wait until another girl ends up with her dead on.
Get outta here, Norris.
Somewhere there's bound to be someone lookin' for their cream of wheat.
We've wasted enough time already.
Let's go.
Sam!
About back there...
Please don't ever do that to me again.
What, ask you to use your brain for five seconds?
I know how this department works, and I know what they think about women in uniform.
And someday things are going to change, but until that day,
The last thing I need is to draw attention to the things I know,
The things that are going to make me an excellent member of the New York police department.
That day is not now,
And no matter how much you believe you came from a future where this is all so,
It's not.
I don't understand.
I'm sorry. I'm not trying--
I don't understand why I would be dreaming about this.
Who dreams of being yelled at by a closet feminist member of the 1973 Policewomen's Bureau?
Where are you going?
My mind can only invent so much.
So I'm gonna walk until I can't think up any more streets or faces or arguments or details.
There are only so many details.
What I need to do, Annie, is to follow the yellow brick road.
And what are you gonna find?
Hopefully, the end of the yellow brick road--
Maya is saved, and I get to go home.
My Mom used to take me here.
I bought my first Hall & Oates alb--- uh, my--my first Led Zeppelin album here.
What you see here-- all of this-- Vinyl albums--they all become obsolete,
Replaced with, uh, cd's and digital music you listen to on mp3 players this big.
And the sound is, um...
Well, it's much worse.
I'll have to find a way to take all this back with me.
Sam?
He doesn't gag them.
He wants to kiss them, so he doesn't cover their mouths.
But if they shout, he could get caught.
So how does he keep 'em quiet?
Strands of material under the victim's nails and on their skin, only it's not wool.
It's...
It's...coarse.
Synthetic.
Know what this is, Annie?
What?
It's the end of the yellow brick road.
The fibres we found under Suzi Tripper's fingernails?
Acoustic padding.
That's how he keeps his victims quiet.
He soundproofs the room where he holds them.
What's wrong?
That pain in the ass Dora Keene has gone missing.
That found her jacket all ripped up and bloodied on the "j" platform at Delancey.
Looks like he did it again.
I got something.
Raimes--that name you asked me to look into--
There's a report filed three months ago-- woman in her 70s.
Shirley Raimes.
Why is this Mrs. Raimes important?
She's Colin Raimes' grandmother.
Who the hell's Colin Raimes?
Look, this is just a hunch, okay?
Bring her in.
That's good coffee.
There's so much bad coffee in the world.
It's nice to have good coffee with a pastry.
Mrs. Raimes, you made a complaint to the police three months ago.
I did?
This is wonderful.
Good. Now you made a complaint about a neighbour.
What can you tell us about that?
I forget things.
Mrs. Raimes, it could be vital that you remember exactly why you came in to see us three months ago.
I...
Okay. Maybe-- maybe someone upset you or did something bad or--or dangerous.
Now, come on , Mrs. Raimes, I need you to think.
Come on.
Think!
Pasticiot'.
What's that, hon?
I love pasticiot', the ones with the real Italian custard.
Oh, those are quite pricey.
Chris, run down to Quinzani's and pick up a dozen pasticiot'.
Tell Richie Quinzani they're for a very special friend of mine.
And don't you go worrying about this neighbour business.
It's not important, not important at all.
You want another cup, hon?
That's very nice of you.
You got it.
The man downstairs-- Willy Kramer...
What about him, dear?
He plays his phonograph all the night long.
Bash, crash, bam-- terrible stuff.
Music these days--oh, it's not like the golden era.
So that's why you came in to make a complain about the noise from his stereo.
And it did the trick.
He still lives there, but you can't hear a thing now.
Wait.
Do we have a warrant?
There's your warrant.
-Police! --Perfect.
Dora, it's ok,
Police!
Dora, remember me?
You're safe.
Kramer?
It's over.
There's no place left to go.
You got it right, pig.
There's no place left to go.
Will?
Willy, listen to me.
No.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
All right, just put the gun down.
It's the way back.
It's the only way back.
The...
The way back where?
The way back home.
- Willy-- - Stay away or I'll do it!
I will do it.
I get it now.
Oh, that's good. That's right.
Okay. Send me back.
Shoot me, so I can save Maya.
Shake me out of this insanity.
The crack of the gun, the bullet, it's the--
It's the jolt I need. Is that what you're saying?
Don't make me!
Why not?
This is all in my mind anyway.
You don't exist. You're just a symbol of my anger or a--
Or a metaphor for my inability to commit.
Either way, you're nothing.
Please!
You do it.
Shoot me.
Wake me up.
Shoot me!
Come on. Come on. Pull the trigger.
I want to go back home.
Come on. Pull the trigger, Willy.
Get me outta here, Willy!
You really are some kind of lunatic, Tyler.
You even managed to out-lunatic this daffy goopus,
And he's crazier than a fruit bat at a cranberry convention...
Which makes you a pretty good fit for us at the 1-2-5.
What do you think, boss?
That remains to be seen.
Is that necessary?
Not at all.
Laurence, Colin, get inside, boys.
I like marbles.
Maya was right. It was about hero worship.
Colin Raimes was trying to impress the man he idolized-- his neighbour, Willy Kramer.
It was a copycat.
Sam.
That little boy is gonna grow up to abduct Maya.
So what now, Sam?
I don't know, Annie.
I don't know.
Hey, Colin.
You're the one who took away Willy.
There are things I know...about you.
And you may never understand how I know them.
You want to be...like Willy
'Cause you think he has the answers.
Isn't that right?
Willy isn't afraid of anything.
I'm afraid of everything.
It's good to be afraid, Colin.
Fear keeps us honest.
Fear keeps us alive.
It keeps us sane.
Keeps us sane.
Sam?
Maya?
Sam, it's me.
Can you hear me?
Yes, I-I can hear you.
Maya?
Sam, if you can hear me, I'm safe.
Everything's okay.
Now come home.
Come back home.
But I don't know how.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Are you okay, mister?
Yeah.
Yeah. I, uh...
She said she's safe.
So...
I guess I am.
Sam?
Uh, yeah, uh, go for Tyler.
Sam, I've been lookin' all over for you.
We got an armed robbery down on Sullivan.
The loot wants all hands on deck.
Are you comin'?
Sam?
Are you there?
Yes, Chris, yes.
For some reason...
I'm still here.
Later, kid.