Rough Draft (1998) Movie Script

- Hey, come on,
babe, we don't do standing!
- Someone's sitting there.
- You're very observant.
- Come on, yeah!
- Where have you been?
- Out and about.
- What's her name?
- Oh, Erica.
You know there's only you.
- You're funny.
I saw you walking with a woman outside.
You have very good taste in
women, Stefan.
- Well, that is a complement to us both.
- Thank you.
- You don't like his hair?
- Nice dress.
- Thank you.
- You're new here.
- It's the first time I've been here.
- Do you mind I'm dying.
- Oh.
There you go.
- You know Stefan?
- I just met him.
- You should be flattered.
He rarely talks to anyone.
- Oh.
Are those implants?
- Please.
I'm having the operation next month.
- Oh.
- Tissue?
- It was either that or grapefruits.
- You are new.
- Um, would you?
- There you go.
- Ah, you have a little smudge there.
- It's tough being a woman.
- It's murder.
- You guys get me
out of bed this time of night,
it better be one of mine.
- See for yourself.
Mind you, don't stand in the blood.
Young, cute, and unzipped
like an overnight bag.
- And what
the fuck is so funny?
- Sure looks like one of his.
- Well, the papers will
give him one by morning.
Did you find anything yet?
Get me a cup of coffee.
Get all these spectators out of here.
Get 'em back, way back!
We're gonna start back
there and work our way up.
- All right.
- Inch by inch.
- Okay.
- What's with him?
- That's what
I'm trying to figure out.
See you later, Joe.
- Okay.
- Hello, Mrs. Morris.
- Hello, Mr. Keece.
- Would you like to see my tattoo?
- I already seen it.
- Oh, yeah.
- Night.
- That's my man.
- Oh, no.
- Yes, why, what did you think?
- I am so depressed.
- Why?
- Because I want you, darling!
- Baby, you never had a.
- Hi.
- Hi.
How did it go?
- Good, take a look.
- Well, I don't need you anymore.
- Why, what did I ever do to you?
- Well, you wouldn't
sit in the jacuzzi with me.
You were spanking and whipping me.
- Hey.
Come to bed.
- No.
- I don't want you yawning
tomorrow at the picnic.
- Picnic?
Okay, let me save this.
- Okay.
- I'll be right there.
Good, good.
Would you like for me to strip for you?
This was easier getting on.
- It's nice.
I don't recognize any of it.
- You didn't have the
style I was looking for.
- Oh, well, nor the size, I hope.
So who's your outfitter?
- Armani.
- Ah, you're not cheap.
- The Salvation Armani.
The stockings are yours.
I put a hole in mine.
- Let me get that.
- Oh, Is this turning you on?
Huh, is it turning you on?
- Only the stockings are mine?
- Oh, I used a dab of your perfume.
- Mm-hmm, do you know
how expensive that is?
- No.
- You really only need a little bit.
Right there.
- Oh.
- Definitely here.
- Oh.
- Here.
- Oh, no.
- And here.
- Yeah, definitely there.
- Good morning.
Okay, wake up, sleepy head.
- Okay.
- Wake up.
Wake up.
Get up!
- Come on, come on.
- Aren't you gonna take a shower?
- Why?
- I don't believe it.
- What?
- The picnic.
- The picnic's
not until this afternoon.
- It is the afternoon.
- Oh.
Okay, let me get this stuff
down while it's still fresh.
That was beautiful last night.
That was so amazing.
- Nelson.
- Why don't you go ahead?
I'll meet you there.
- What do you mean you'll meet me there?
This picnic is for us?
My parents wanna meet you.
- I'm coming, did I say I wasn't coming?
- You're obsessed.
- I'm a journalist this
is what I do for a living.
- Well it's not normal.
It's scary.
- It's research.
- It's like when you wrote
that article on the drunks.
- Alcoholics.
- You ended up spending three months
crawling the walls in withdrawal.
What's it gonna be next time, Nelson?
- That's a lousy attitude.
- You know,
why don't you write an article
through the eyes of Nelson Keece?
I sure would like to read it.
- No, Jules.
- You know, the next thing I know,
you're gonna be writing
an article about suicides,
and the first I'll hear about it is you
cruising past the kitchen window.
- It'd be kind of hard
to finish the story.
- Yeah, well, just take
your computer with you,
and write it on the way down.
- That's a good one.
I haven't sold anything in eight months,
not since the piece about alcoholics.
Eight months, honey.
I'm broke.
I need another hit.
- Who's been paying the
bills in the meantime?
- Well, you have.
I knew you'd say that.
- I'll see you later.
- Take him on your side.
Okay, heads up!
- Hit it over here.
- Get it, get it, get it!
Debra, not over there.
Let's stay in the park.
- Nice dress.
- I bet you'll never guess
where I've seen you before.
- So how'd you know my name?
- I've been part of your
audience this past week.
It's Maria Sanchez, right?
- Oh, you were in court.
- Yes, I'm just an observer,
a frustrated lawyer, actually.
I've seen many lawyers,
and you're quite impressive.
So much for the great weather!
Let's duck in here!
Did they forecast rain for today?
- I don't know.
- Sorry,
that was overly ambitious of me.
- It's okay.
I don't normally walk into
alleyways with strangers.
- Uh-huh, neither do I.
- Do you live near here or?
- I saw you in the courtroom.
You dominated it.
Where do you get such power?
- Don't.
- Your skin is so soft.
- Don't.
- I knew it would be.
- You're moving too fast.
- Show me your power.
Where do you get such power?
- What are you talking about, don't--
- Show me your power, Maria.
That's what I need.
Where do you get such power?
- Oh, Jesus.
- I don't understand
how he can afford it.
- Hello, police, I just recorded murder.
Please listen.
- What's this all about, come on!
- Come on!
- Who are you?
- Hey, hey, hey,
what's your problem, man?
- What?
- Get out of here!
- Hey, you all right, man?
- You okay?
- I could tell from
here that that was him again.
- People, move back please.
Behind the tape, thank you.
- You know,
if we don't get a break
with this guy soon, man,
the press is gonna have
a field day with us.
- What do you care
what the press has to say?
- It's not that I care.
It's just my first high-profile case.
I just want it to go well if
that's all right with you.
- Remember Jack the Ripper?
- Yeah.
- We never caught him.
Let's just take a look around
and see what we can find.
- All right.
- Hey, man, don't push.
- Officer!
- Sir, sign this?
- Hey!
- I know you,
where do I know you from?
- We met in a club last night.
My name is Nelson Keece.
I'm a journalist.
- A journalist, how interesting.
What do you write about?
- Unusual situations.
- Is this unusual enough for you?
Now who the fuck are you?
This is what I need.
This is what I want.
Where do you get such power?
Are you following me?
- I'm doing a story on transvestites.
I saw you in the park with that girl,
so I followed you.
- Are you a good writer?
- I won an award last year.
- You wanna write about me?
- I'd like that.
- You're not just saying that
to make me feel good, are you?
- No, I'd really like that.
- I mean, you'll interview
me and everything?
- Good.
Then we have a deal?
- Yeah.
- Then let's seal it in blood.
- 3-11-31 Check
out the office building
at the corner of Western
and Santa Monica.
- Copy that,
you got a license?
- Affirmative,
- It's what I want.
Where do you get such power?
What happened?
Where were you?
- It doesn't matter.
- "It doesn't matter?
What happened to your hand?
- I don't wanna talk about it now.
- Well, do you think you could
at least to explain to me
why you didn't show up at the picnic?
Fuck it, Nelson, talk to me!
Be a man tell me what happened!
- I'll tell you what happened.
I saw a murder.
That's what happened!
I almost got killed!
You wanna sit here and talk
about a fucking picnic!
Juliette, wait!
Come here, come here!
Juliette, you don't understand.
Juliette, where are you going?
- Beautiful girl.
Why is she leaving you?
- It's a long story.
- It's not because of us, is it Nelson?
- US?
No, she doesn't know anything about us.
- Well, that's just as well.
I'm ready.
- Ready for what?
- Our interview.
- Now?
- Yes, I have so much to tell you.
Let's go inside.
- Does it have to be tonight?
I'm not prepared.
- We had an agreement, Nelson.
- I know we do,
but I need a little
more time to prepare.
- So you would know which
questions to ask me?
- Exactly.
- Ah, I see.
Hmm, how about tomorrow then?
- Tomorrow would be better.
- Nelson, can I hear the tape again?
- It's upstairs and I've
just started working on it.
- I'm not being too pushy, am I?
- No.
- Tomorrow, then.
- 911 emergency.
- Police.
I need to talk to someone about the girl
who was murdered last night.
- Which one?
- Which one?
The girl in the alleyway
off Market Street.
Her name was Maria.
I got it on tape.
I recorded the whole thing.
- Sir, hello?
- Hello.
- Do you need some help, sir?
- Yes, sir, I do.
I need to talk to
someone about the murder
with the girl in the
alleyway off Market Street.
- Over there, take a seat
and someone will see you.
- Over there?
- Excuse me.
- Hey, take a seat, man.
We'll all get to you in a second.
- I need to talk to someone
about the murder last night.
- Your turn is when you get
to that end of the line.
- I have it on tape.
- Great, we'll all sit
together and watch it.
- No, no, it's not a videotape.
This is crazy.
- Oh, no!
What is that on your head, bro?
- It's what they call a hat.
- Damn!
- My favorite hat.
- I've never seen the hat before.
You look like you belong
in "The Grapes of Wrath".
- Okay, Frenchie, why don't
you just do your work?
- I can't get to work with
you wearing that ugly ass hat.
All right, let's see what we got here.
Forensics, statements,
evidence found in the alleyway,
a first unit report, station calls,
and related 911 calls, man.
There's nothing that leaps out at you.
- Well, that's why they
call us detectives.
Did you always wanna be a cop, Laroue?
- Okay, here we go.
Yo, you know, I'm getting really tired
of the way you talk to me, man.
- I just asked you a simple question!
- No, man, it's not that you
asked me a simple question.
It's the way you asked me.
You're always talking down to
me, Haynes.
- What is it?
- Some of the guys think...
Fuck it, I think--
- Okay, I know where you're going.
Everybody thinks I'm taking
this case too personally, right?
- Something like that.
- That I shouldn't even be on it, right?
I'll tell you a little story.
My daughter, 10 years ago,
kidnapped and killed.
Ten years ago.
They never caught the guy.
He disappeared, got away.
You think I'm taking it personally?
I don't think that this is
the same guy, all right?
I don't believe it.
So put your mind at ease.
I wanna catch this son of a
bitch as bad as any of you guys.
But when we get him,
I wanna personally chop
his fucking head off, okay?
- Haynes.
- Yeah.
- This 911 call came in
about 30 minutes ago.
The guy knew the victim's name.
- 911 emergency.
- Police I
need to talk to someone
about the girl who was
murdered last night.
- Which one?
- Which one?
The girl in the alleyway
off Market Street
her name was Maria.
I got it on tape.
I recorded the whole thing.
- Sir, hello, hello?
- Oh, shit, he's in the corridor.
- Hello?
- You see him?
- Excuse me.
- Bro, give me back 21.
- So I saw you.
You had the leather cock piece on.
- Baby, if I wasn't
taken, I'd want all of you.
- Oh, I am so available for you.
- Take this down to the
lab with that 911 tape.
- Yeah.
- What did he look like?
- Kind of a early 40s, light
features, about 180 pounds.
- Before you forget, put
his face in the computer
and see if you can get a match.
- Procedure.
Yeah, I know.
- Hello?
- Nelson, it's me.
- Stefan.
- I've had an idea, Nelson.
- What's that?
- There's something you should see.
- What's that?
- How I work.
Can you meet me at the corner of
Third and Cherokee in 20 minutes?
- Cherokee and Third.
- Yes,
there's a news stand there.
I know it's short notice, but--
- Stefan.
- Yes, Nelson?
- There's something I
have to make clear to you.
- Okay.
- While I'm writing
this story on you, uh...
- Just go ahead and say it, Nelson.
- I want you to stop killing.
- Ah, this is not about killing.
This is about the pursuit.
- So we understand each other?
- Absolutely.
- I'll be there.
- Police
department may I help you?
- Hi, leave a
message for Nelson or Juliette.
Hey, Nelson, it's me.
Do you think you could set aside
your work for maybe an hour
and come and meet me
at the lounge tonight?
I really think we should talk.
Okay, bye.
- Excuse me.
Have you seen a young lady come in here
with the curly brown hair?
- Hm, I think she went down that aisle.
- Thank you.
- Have you read the
Oxford New Press version?
- Uh, no, I haven't.
- It's Lori, isn't it?
- How do you know my name?
- Your name tag.
- Yeah, I'm not wearing it.
- You work at the news stand, right?
- I don't remember you.
Should 1?
- Well, that's just great.
I buy my newspaper there every day.
Obviously, I didn't make such
a good impression on you.
-I'm sorry, I see a
lot of people, you know?
- You have beautiful hair.
- Hey, I don't like being touched, okay?
- I'm sorry, I'm actually...
just waiting.
- Excuse me.
- For a friend!
- Hey, hey, ow, god!
- Sometimes I'm a little
impulsive for my own good.
- Oh, my god.
- Look who's here.
- I'll have a double whiskey, please.
- He looks terrible.
So when did you start drinking again?
- Just now.
- Nelson, we need to talk.
- One more, please.
- Nelson, please don't.
If you're just gonna get
smashed, I'm gonna leave.
- Why did you wanna see me?
- Well, I don't wanna drag this out,
but, I really think we
need some time apart.
- Yeah.
There's something I have to tell you.
- What?
- You look beautiful tonight.
- Nelson.
- I'm drowning.
That's what, I'm drowning.
- I can't tell when
you're serious anymore.
- Well, I'm serious
when I say I love you.
- No, Nelson.
You can't possibly know what love is.
- Hey.
What you doing?
- Oh, just playing around
working on something.
Yeah, you feed Fuhrman?
- No, go ahead, he's starving.
- There you go, boy.
What we got going?
That was him.
- Alleyway Killer.
- Hold on, now, if he's the Killer,
why would he come to a police precinct?
And then why does he have it on tape?
- I don't know.
A lot of unanswered questions.
I'll tell you one thing.
I've seen this guy somewhere before.
- Yeah, I can't remember where,
but I know I've seen him somewhere,
sometime before the alley.
- Hmm.
Well, I'm gonna take this to the press.
They'll have his face on
the front page by morning.
- Oh, no you're not.
If you do that,
he's gonna go underground.
- What are you talking about, man?
Somebody out there has seen this guy.
We could save a life.
- Yeah, we could lose one, too.
- How?
- That's what happened
to my daughter's killer.
He saw his fucking face in
the paper and he disappeared.
I'm not gonna let that
happen again, you understand?
- Yeah, man, but this is not
your daughter's Killer, all right?
You said so yourself.
Now you've gotta let this go, Haynes.
We've got to get this out there.
All right, man, if we're gonna play God,
I'll give you one more dead lady.
And then that picture goes public.
It has to.
- If there's gonna be any more victims,
let it be me.
- Boo!
- God, how did you get in here?
- Where there's a will there's a way.
Nelson, I came to apologize.
- For what?
- We had an agreement,
and I betrayed your trust.
It was for you, Nelson,
I mean the story.
- I understand.
- Thank you.
- I'm ready.
You can ask me anything.
- I'm gonna record this.
- Do you like being a
journalist, Nelson?
- Yeah, I do.
- You're a people person, aren't you?
I am, too.
I think that's why we get along so well.
- Talk.
- Well, aren't you
going to ask me any questions?
- Tell me about the first one.
-I was 17.
- And how old was she?
- Thirty-five.
- And how did it happen?
- We were making love.
She found me amusing.
- And you didn't like that?
- No.
I didn't like that.
- But you enjoyed killing her.
- There's a moment when
you look into her eyes
and the last bit of
breath leaves her body.
- How does that make you feel?
- Like a god.
Like a god.
- And that feeling makes
you wanna kill again.
- Well, there's no rush.
The hunt is as important as the Kill.
- What do you feel when it's all over?
- Euphoria.
- Do you feel depressed?
- No.
- Do you ever feel any shame?
- No, never.
- Do you have any
feelings for the victims?
- Love.
I loved every one of them.
- Uh-huh.
How many women have you killed?
- How many women have you make love to?
- Jesus.
- Why are you judging me?
- I'm not.
- Did you judge those other
people you wrote about?
- No.
- Then why are you judging me?
- I'm trying to understand you.
- What you understand
is only what you see.
You look down on me,
and you see a fool.
You look up at me,
and you see a god.
Look straight into my eyes,
and you will see yourself.
Put your shoes on.
- Okay.
- Let's go, Nelson.
Let's go.
What's taking so long?
- Where are we going?
- There's someone
I'd like you to meet,
an old friend of mine.
- Why?
- Perhaps this
person will enlighten you,
and you'll understand
where this is all going.
- Yeah,
where what is all going?
- The story, Nelson.
The story.
Knock on the door.
Go ahead.
- Stefan!
Darling, you're early.
Come on in.
Brought your friend.
- Have we met?
- No.
- You look familiar.
What's your name?
- Nelson.
Meet Eric.
- Eric, nice to meet you.
- Nelson.
What a cute name.
Why don't you sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.
Would you like a drink,
Nelson, or don't you drink?
Yes, I don't drink.
And no, I don't need a drink.
- Well, if you don't
mind, I'm gonna have one.
- Did you see that?
Isn't this the girl I saw you with?
- Yes, poor girl.
- Stefan, tell me you had
nothing to do with it.
- Eric.
- I feel better.
Well, I suppose you don't
talk much either, do you?
Is this the one that you told me about?
- Told him what?
- What'd he tell you about me?
- Nothing.
- I think I know what
this little party needs.
I'll just be a minute.
- Isn't this cozy?
This is a new experience for me too.
- Okay.
- Ah!
Nelson, meet Erica!
- Now, isn't this better?
- Hello, Erica.
- You have to forgive him, Erica.
Nelson here is somewhat of a novice.
- Oh.
Oh, come on, loosen up.
Look, why don't you
just sit down and watch,
and then join in when you feel like it?
Would that be okay, Stefan?
- Absolutely.
Isn't she special?
What she lacks in quality she
makes up for in convenience.
- What does he mean?
- You said you didn't do men.
- But take a look, Nelson.
Does this look like a man to you?
- That's far enough!
Get out of here.
- What are you gonna do?
- I said get out of here!
-No, no!
No, let go of him!
Don't you move!
Don't you move shut your mouth, bitch!
Don't you move.
- Okay.
- Let's do this,
you wanna write a story?
Look here!
-No, no!
- Give me your hand, let's do this.
- Please, help me!
- Let's do this together!
Don't you let me down!
- No!
- Come on, give me you hand!
- No, no!
- Now come on!
One, two.
- Hey, stop it.
- A small cassette,
a collection of gay conversations.
They're all in the same club.
No clue as to which club.
Got a partial print,
but not enough for the
computer to find a match.
Any luck on that picture yet?
- Nope.
- That's good.
Oh, there's one knife homicide tonight.
A transvestite.
The knife work was sloppy.
Forensics think there
were two people involved,
on account of the fact that there was
a little fight after the killing.
One left through the window.
The other just walked
right out the front door.
We gotta get that picture out, Haynes.
- Is God going back on his word?
Don't I have one dead lady left?
- No, man, I can't do it.
The next thing it's gonna be
us on the front fucking page.
- Okay.
- Are you listening, man?
- Uh huh.
- Officer.
- Yeah, now I know
where I saw him before.
In a magazine article.
About a year ago that guy got busted
for being drunk and
disorderly a couple of times.
About a week later he
wrote an article about it.
He was pretty hard on the department.
He said that we were,
cruel and insensitive
to a medical condition.
He wanted to know what it
was like to be a drunk,
so he became one.
That's the guy
I saw in the alleyway.
He had a small tape recorder with him.
- So what he'd do now?
- Nothing.
- Haynes.
- We just wanna talk to
him for a little while.
- Yeah, I bet he did
something weird, right?
- What are you doing, man,
we don't have a warrant.
Anything we turn over is
gonna be inadmissible.
- What makes you say that?
- Well, I saw him the other night.
He was wearing a dress.
-A dress?
- Yeah, I swear.
A black one with the long
sleeves, lace, and sequins.
It was very nice.
- Really?
- I guess it's better than
coming home drunk every night.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I put a stop to that.
He used to come home at 3:00
a.'m. in the morning singing
at the top of his lungs and
peeing all over the stairs.
- Can you imagine?
- I'd rather not.
- Yeah.
Here it is.
- You got it?
-Go on in.
- Terrific.
- You just making up your own rules now
that's how we doing this?
- Go back to the car and get a donut.
- Fuck you, man.
- He's new.
- Oh.
- Scoot over to the precinct.
About an hour, all right.
Check this out.
You know that transvestite
that got knifed last night?
Forensics only found one set
of prints on a broken bottle.
Nelson Keece.
- No kidding.
- Yeah.
What now, Snoop Doggy Dog?
- That guy starts
writing about alcoholics,
and then he becomes one.
He starts writing about transvestites,
he puts on a dress.
Now he's written about serial Killers.
- Look, I got the
girlfriend's phone number.
Let's call her up, find
out where she's at,
and get our surveillance team on it.
And I need a dictaphone.
- Dictaphone?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
- You get them donuts?
- Yeah.
- I hope you like jelly.
- I hate jelly.
- Yeah, but eat it anyway.
- Hey.
- Hi, how's it going?
- Good, I'm hungry.
I'd like a hot dog.
- Okay.
- That'd be great.
All right, here you go.
- Napkin.
- Perfect, thanks.
- Bye.
- I'm so sorry.
- It was my fault.
- Oh, I'm embarrassed.
- Let me get you another hot dog.
- No, no, that's not necessary.
- I insist.
Extra ketchup and mustard, right?
Judging from my jacket,
that's how you like it.
Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
- You've got everything?
- Well, I have to go.
- All right.
Be careful.
- Mr. Keece, are you there?
It's me, Mrs. Morris.
- Mrs. Morris.
- Oh, hello.
- Hi.
Have you seen anyone in my apartment?
- The police.
- Oh, great.
- What have you done, Mr. Keece?
- I haven't done anything.
- Well, you must have done something
because everybody's looking for you.
- Well, that proves it then.
- Well, why don't you
just tell them the truth?
- I don't think it would make
a difference at this point.
- Honesty is the best policy.
- I appreciate that.
I don't know where to begin.
What I do know is that I love you
more than anything on this Earth.
I know I've let you down.
I know I've hurt you.
I know I've been a failure.
One thing is had I gone to the picnic,
this wouldn't have happened.
I'm sorry for all this.
I'm gonna find him.
I have to do one right thing
before this is all over.
I'm sending you this tape in
case I never see you again.
I know now I should have
written a story called,
"The World Through
the Eyes of Juliette."
It's a beautiful world,
with one dark cloud over it.
- Hi, leave a
message for Nelson or Juliette.
- Nelson, it's me.
It's me.
Pick up the phone.
It's very much in your
interest to talk to me.
- Stefan, I'm glad you called.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, how do you feel?
- Disappointed.
- You weren't supposed to kill anyone.
You should have been square with me.
I might have surprised you.
- Still you did change the plan, Nelson.
I wasn't the one who brought
along that nasty old gun.
- I'm just learning how to do this,
and I wanna play again.
Cut me some slack, Stefan.
- I'm here.
- Where are you?
- Close to your heart.
- Why don't you come up
and talk to me about it?
- Oh, come on, Nelson.
The cops are looking for you, not me.
Besides, last night marked
the end of our relationship.
We now have a beginning
and a middle to your story.
All you need is the end.
- We never finished the interview!
- That's because you're a
failure, Nelson.
You lack the courage of
your own convictions!
Unlike me, I'm a finisher.
- There's still something missing
from the beginning, Stefan.
That woman who laughed at you,
the first woman you killed?
She found you amusing.
Please tell me why
she found you amusing.
- This interview is over.
- So how does the story end?
- Like it always does.
With a murder.
- Have you another victim in mind yet?
- Listen to the tape again,
the one in your machine.
In the end,
the voice is all you'll have left.
- Hi, leave a
message for Nelson or Juliette.
- Oh, god.
Come on.
- Trish, Trish!
- Oh, all night long, baby!
Oh, yes!
- Come on give me some sugar doll!
- You got one, huh?
- That's right.
You know how hard it is to
find one of those things?
- Where's the batteries?
- I don't know.
- It says right on the box,
"batteries not included.
- Oh.
My bad.
You want me to go get some batteries?
- Why don't you take a look around back?
I'll keep an eye on the warehouse.
- All right, cool.
- Come, free beer!
- Yo, bye, darling.
- Bye!
- We've been waiting for you.
-I am so sorry.
- Bye, honey!
- Now there's a nice lady.
- Oh, shit.
That's not a lady.
- That was Keece.
- Cab.
How many women have you killed?
- How many women
have you made love to?
- Oh.
- Damn!
No pushing here!
Somebody slow him down.
- Haynes.
Haynes, talk to me you there?
I know you're not asleep.
Uh, hey, this is Laroue.
Haynes is dead.
I need immediate backup
over at 111 Mission Street.
Repeat, officer down,
send me some backup.
- Hi.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.
You remember me?
You dropped these at the hot dogs stand.
- Thank you.
How did you know I was here?
- Well, that's the bizarre part.
I live right down the street,
and I saw you come in here a while ago.
- Oh, that's lucky for me.
- No.
The luck was all mine.
- Thank you.
- My name is Stefan.
This is great.
I've never seen anything
like this before.
- You know what actually I was
just getting ready to leave.
- Oh, were you?
- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.
- Juliette.
- Nelson?
- Are you alone?
- What?
Listen to me: are you alone?
- Nelson, please, not now.
- The Killer is coming for you.
- What?
- The killer is coming.
Stefan, he's coming for you.
Please, honey, believe me this time.
- Oh.
Oh, I see.
- Is he there?
- Uh, mm-hmm.
- Get out of there. I'm on my way.
- Okay, what do you want?
- Nelson didn't tell you?
We're writing a book together.
- Really?
What's it about?
- The pursuit of happiness.
- Juliette.
Oh, Juliette.
Romeo's here.
Come out.
Come on, Juliette.
This is the end of the story.
We can't let Nelson down.
Is that you, Juliette?
Where are you?
- Juliette!
- There you are.
- Pick up the knife.
Come on!
Pick up the knife!
Come on!
I did it for you.
Now you know how it feels.
- Freeze!
- Nelson.
What have you done?
- Police, lady, get back.
- No, it's the wrong guy.
- Lady, stay away from him.
- Oh, god.
- Don't move.
- Oh, god, Nelson.
- Do not move.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
- Juliette.
Julie, are you okay?
- It's okay.
It's okay.
- Excuse me, Mr. Keece.
Will you sign one more?
- Sure.
Here you go.
- Thank you very much, sir.
- The killer is coming.
The Killer is coming.
The Killer is coming for you.