Come on, baby. It's lunchtime.
Up we go.
Good Morning. Costello Real Estate.|How may I helpyou?
Mr. Costello's offiice.|Good morning.
You are not gonna believe|whatjust came up.
Eeny, meeny, miney-- Lucy.
Howdy, race fans.|How'sithangin'?
It's hangin'just fiine, thanks.
Theboss wantsa word. Itseems wehave|alittle domesticon ourhands.
Can you stall for me?|I'm a little busy.
That'sallright.|I'llsetitup on-line.
Godforbidyouactuallyhave to come out|ofyourholeandtalk likeahuman.
Itmakesme wonder whaty'all did|before computers, Detective.
Anyway, it's all very hush-hush.
I'm going to lay my money on Hugo brat|shacking up with yet another bimbo.
Very embarrassing.|National disgrace.
Sono cops, gotit?|Speak ofthe devil...
here's Hugo.
Okay, we're about to go live.
- Hilary.|- Mr. Hugo, one moment, please.
Putting you through now, sir.|You fat fuck.
You're on-line.
- Morning.|-Sir.
Apersonalproblem has developedathome|thatl'dlikeyou to takealookat.
- Yes, sir.|- Nothingserious, really.
Nothing thatagoodkick|in thepants wouldn'tsortout.
Thepants in questionbeing worn|bymy22-year-oldson Paul.
Isuspecthe'sbeenstealingmoney|from a trustaccount.
I wantyou to fiindout|whathe's up to.
Yes, sir.
Thankyou. Good morning.
Good morning.
Beauty is in the eye|ofthe beholder.
Hil?
He walks. He talks.|He's alive!
I'll call you from the trenches.
Here, I got you something.
" Portland, Oregon."
- It's the same one as Cincinnati.|- Nonsense.
- It's the same buildings.|- It's not.
- Is too.|- It's not.
Doyou always park in front|offiire hydrants, sir?
Yes.
Are you gonna stop parking|in front offiire hydrants?
- No.|- And why's that?
My apologies, sir.|You have a nice day, now.
Who is he?
Some embassy brat,|forged Daddy's signature.
He's making a cash withdrawal|for someone.
- And who is she?|- I don't know. We've never seen her.
I bet she's pretty.
I bet she's not.
- Which one?|- There.
- This one?|- No.
No? Not this one?
- The other one.|- Yes?
The guy behind him.
Not the bum.
God bless America.|Can you spare any change?
Anyone.|You got a dollar for me, please?
Please.|Please, help me out.
One, three, three, four.
Why don'tyou take|any pictures ofme, Daddy?
Sweetheart, I never go anywhere|withoutyour picture. You know that.
I mean other pictures.
Sure, I used to take lots.
Doyou remember Sea World?|The dolphins and the clowns on skis.
Doyou remember?|You werejust a baby at the time.
No. Where are they?
Your mother has them, along with|everything else with your name on it.
At least she was there|when I got home from school.
She didn't spend herwhole life|staring at dumb computer screens.
Lucy!
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen.
- Where's themoney, Paul?|- What?
- Themoney.|- It's in mybag, safeandsound.
Good. This isnice, hmm?
Doyoulikeit?|Nobody cansee us foramillionmiles.
Everbroughtany womenhere?
- Ihavebeenknown to on occasion.|- Ididn't thinkso.
Ibroughtyou.
I'm notother women.
- Passmemy Gitanes.|- Your what?
- Gitanes. Cigarettes.|- Gitanes cigarettes.
- Whatis this?A shark?A fiish?|- Oh, no. It'sa Pisces.
A Pisces!How '70s.|What, youactuallyinto thatcrap?
-Asamatteroffact, lam.|- Well, I'm a Leo.
Hey, whatdoyou think ofthat?|A sharkandalion.
So doyou--|So tellme.
Doyouswim around|all dayeatingplankton...
ordoyoubite theheads|offlittle fiish?
Oh, Piscesarebroad-minded,|artistic...
andsensitive.
We'realso extremelyselfiish...
manic-depressivesubstanceabusers.
All depends on whatside|ofthebedlgetup on.
Don'tforgetabout|who's inbedwithyou, huh?
- Wait.|- Wait? What? What?
- Now we'regoing toplayagame.|-A game?
Baby!
Whatareyoudoing?
- Getdownnow.|- Down, yes. How?
- Getdown onyourknees.|- Youkinkylittle--
I-- Oh!
Oh, my.
Oh, yes.
Where'dyougo?|Comehere.
Merry Christmas, Daddy!
Merry Christmas.
Fuckin' phone.
Don'tleaveher, Daddy.
She'sjustalittle girl.
Don'tleaveheralone.
Doyou wantyour change?
- Where's the phone.|- Out back, past the cash registers.
Oh, come on.
Doyou have another phone?|It's an emergency.
- Doyou have another phone?|- Nah.
Cash registers kept smashin' 'em|to pieces lookin' for quarters.
- Here. I oweyou ten bucks.|- Come on. Come on!
I want to come home.|It's Christmas, for Christ's sake.
Youdon'treallyhave to comehome|anymore, dear, doyou?
Youcan e-mailme, or we can talk|on this thingyou've givenme.
I gotta go, Mother.|I'll call you back.
Hilary--
- You're in the pool.|- Hi, Hil.
Well, well, well. Lucky legs.|Nice to seeyour smiling face.
Loveyour work, let's do lunch|andwheneveryou're ready.
The eye which is reflected|to the external world...
is also the mirror|to the soul within.
Ident, ifyou please.
Beautyis in the eye ofthebeholder.
I'm alittle outofmy depthhere.|We'regonnahave to callabreach3.
I got a breach 3.
What thehell|areyoudoingonhard-line?
My cell phone and GPS went down.|I had an accident.
I'm runninga trace.|Pittsburgh, correct?
- Correct, train station.|- Okay, gotit.
- Whatdoyouneed?|- State police, federal, whoever's near.
Suspect's about to board|a train to New York City...
and may be traveling|under the alias of--
- Lucy.|- Underthealias of?.
- Underthealias of?.|- Lucy?
Talk tome, Lucky.
Lucky?|Underthealias of?.
- Lucky, what'sgoingon?|- Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell.
Detective! Wilson, what the|hell'sgoingon out there?
- Wait a minute.|- What'shappening?
- Wait a minute.|- Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell.
Look, you're wasting timehere.|I'msending in the troopers.
Don'tleaveher.|She'sjustalittle girl.
- No, don't do that.|- Well, you have a breach 3.
Then suddenlyyou don't.|What's up? What's the matter?
Nothing, nothing.|I'llhave togo. I'll callin.
- Lucky!|- Here we go again.
He's gotten a lot worse since|his wife and kid went AWOL.
Well, why don'tyou stickyour business|where the sun don't shine?
- How'd it go?|- Nothing.
No match, no fiingerprints.|Nothing.
- Is she real?|- She's real, all right. A real pro.
Acid wash would burn|her fiingerprints right off.
- Can I getyou something to drink?|- Scotch, rocks with some bitters.
Thankyou.
- Can I getyou something to drink?|- I'll have a vodka and orange.
Happy New Year.
- Doyou mind ifl flirt with you?|- Seeing how timing is everything...
why don'tyou wait until|I'm done reading my stars?
MickeyArgyle.
- Dorothy Bishop.|- Pleasure.
Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt,|butyou're not from Cleveland, areyou?
- No.|- Your name isn't Gail Fleming?
- No, it isn't.|- I'm sorry.
A friend from Cleveland used to go out|with a girl who lookedjust like--
But that was a while back.
I have never been to Cleveland,|and everybody looks like somebody else.
I'll drink to that, toots.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
May I please have my cognac?|I've been waiting 20 minutes.
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Would you mind, please, sir?|The cognac?
So she says to me...
it's her or thejewels.
I chose to keep thejewels.
Myjewels.
You know, you have beautiful eyes.
Unalloyed, unblemished black opal.
Almost perfect.
An expert. How fortunate.
Absolutely-tutely.
Voila.
Impressive.
Larry!
My minkwas right here.|Oh, my God.
Somebody has taken my mink coat!
Very nice.
And this opal would retail|for approximatelywhat?
- Five thousand.|- Pisces.
- Could you give me possibly--|- It'sallin thehands ofthegods.
Maybe we should have a couple ofkids.|What doyou think?
Lay offme. Please?
Hey, lady, I think|it's timeyou went home.
Merry Christmas, Daddy.
Merry fucking Christmas.
I wishyoubluebirds
In thespring
To giveyourheartasong tosing
- Lucy.|- Andthenakiss
Butmore than this
I wishyoulove
AndinJuly
A lemonade to coolyou with
- Lucy, be quiet.|- Someleafyglade
I wishyouhealth
Butmore than wealth
I wishyoulove
- Mybreakingheart|- Stop sing--
Andlagree
Thatyouandl
Couldneverbe
So with mybest|My verybest
Isetyoufree
- I wishyou--|- Lucy, be quiet!
I'm sorry.
I wishyouhealth
Butmore than wealth
I wishyou
I wishyoubluebirds in thespring
Harry, can'tyou read the sign|that says "no pets"?
- This place doesn't allow goldfiish.|- They don't make noise.
Debra.|A gentle reminder, darling.
Take outyour own trash|on Tuesday and Thursday.
- Ofcourse.|- And don't throw it in the street.
Throw it in a bin.
- Tell your boyfriend to do the same.|- Which one?
The one who's been|following you around all week.
You know the one.|The one who waits outside foryou...
and follows you around|like a lost dog.
- You know.|- Describe him.
Oh, so-so.|Average height.
Normal looking.
At my age,|they all look the same.
Haveanice day.
Yo, taxi!
Hey, holdup!
Yo, babe.
- Come on. Don't be so antisocial.|- You gotta gimme some ofthat.
- Nuts!|- You ain't gettin' none ofthat.
Howthe fuck didyougetinhere?
Guy downstairs gave me the key.
Your name Debra Yates?
Detective Crocker, NYPD.
What can I do foryou, Detective?
You, uh...
droppedyour Pisces.
- I've never seen it before.|- Oh, yes, you have.
Theguy downstairssays|you're from SaltLake City.
That's right.
Isn't it against the law to walk away|from the scene ofan accident...
in Salt Lake City?
It's against the law|here in New York.
What can I do foryou, Detective?
Come again?
How much is this gonna cost me?
- Areyou bribing me?|- Yes, I am.
How much?
Okay. A thousand dollars|and a shot ofsome ofthat...
whatever it is.
It's cognac.
- Whatdoyoudo foraliving?|- I'm a wigmaker.
I'm here drumming upsomebusiness.
You sureyou got|a thousand dollars?
No.
But I'm sure we can come to|some kind ofan arrangement.
I'm sureyou're right.
Don't touch that.
Lady, can I get that foryou?
Sir. Sir!
Taxi!
I'm tired, Daddy.|I want to go home.
Soon, sweetheart.
What are we doing here?|It's late.
I'm sorry, baby.|We can't goyet.
Notyet.|Ifl blink, I might lose her.
So?
So the last time I blinked,|I lostyou...
I lost mywife|and I nearly lost my mind.
I can't lose her.
I'll be with you in a minute,|ma'am.
Sorry about the wait. Your brandy,|sir. That's six dollars, please.
Oh, thankyou.|Hereyou are.
- I'm sorry, sir. That's a fiive.|- Pardon?
No, isn't.|It's a ten, you snake.
Oh, gosh, so it is.
Your drink, sir.
- And your change.|- Keep the change.
Thankyou very much.
Happens all the time.
Waiters, taxi drivers, they all|try it on. I fiind it quite amusing.
You see, I can tell the difference|between a fiive and a ten.
- How?|- I fold them differently.
Short for a fiive|and long for a ten.
Cheers.
What areyou reading?
Numerology.
Areyou amateur or a professional?
Oh, I might be|professional someday.
- When wereyou born, Mr.--|- Leonard.
Alexander Leonard.
Pleased to makeyour acquaintance.
Vincent, Charlotte.
How doyou do?
So, the fox in the mink?|Cool as a cucumber.
She's gonna take the poor bastard|for everything he's got.
Well, that's my flight, Charlotte.
Thanks again.
It's my flight too.
- Oh.|- May I giveyou a hand?
You want to help me?
What's the procedure?
Verywell.|I takeyour arm and you lead.
Your heart is beating so fast.|Why is that?
Oh, I was a little nervous...
that someone might|show up at the airport.
Oh, don't worry.|On the arms ofa blind man...
is the safest place for|a beautiful woman to be.
Sir, sir!|You forgot this!
The eye which is reflected|to the external world...
is also the mirror|to the soul within.
- Ident.|- Beautyis in the eye ofthebeholder.
Where the hell haveyou been?|You go shitting through a tea towel.
- You'vegot tospeak to theboss.|- Stall for me.
Look, tell him Paul Hugo now goes|under the name of Barry Grible.
He spent a week in Montreal, and then|he went to Seattle with a girl.
He's on his way to Rome now. I'm on him,|but the plane's about to board.
I'm gonna send you a sample, Hil.
I wantyou torun|a fulIDNA testonitforme.
- It'sapubichair.|- Not until you tell me what's going on.
Nothing'sgoingon.|I'm close, that'sall.
Don't do this. I'm not putting|my ass on the line again.
Look, this is not about the kid.|Hilary, look, this is legit.
Hil. Hilary.
- You son ofa bitch.|- That's my girl.
So I'll send this toyou today.|It should reach you byThursday.
I have to go, Hil.
Well, well, whatis this?
Mr. Leonard.
I tell you, it wasn't me.|I don't know whatyou're talking about.
Even so, it's lovely.|Step.
Here, let me feel it.
- Is thatit?lt'samere trinket.|- It's verysweet.
- Ihaveamuchbiggersurprise foryou.|- Oh, my.
An oldfriendpassedaway|leavingme with this eyesore...
andl'vebeenscratching myhead|wondering what to do withit.
Andwhatdoyou|intendto do withit?
Doyou want tobean|amateurallyourlife?
Whatcan lsay?|It's fantastic.
So do we consider|ourselvespartners?
Ifyouinsist.
Like I said, ifyou like her so much,|why don'tyou talk to her?
- I don't talk to anyone.|- You talk to me.
- You're not real.|- Oops. Time.
He loves her...
and he's going to|take her away from you.
Not ifshe does him in fiirst.
You'rejealous, Daddy.
And you're not!
Ihereby declare Charlotte's den|ofastrologyandnumerology...
offiicially open.
- Did I get it, darling?|- It was perfect.
Okay, this isit. This is thelast|lcan do. Thenyoufiile thereport.
Soitlooks likeyour|sweetlittlehair came through.
- What?|- The DNA test.
She'sgotarecord.
- When did this come through?|- Yesterday.
- Yesterday?|- Hey, I'm on the line as it is.
- So cut the crap.|- I'msorry.
Just pipe this one through.
I'll wrap it up and oweyou my life.|Just nameyour price.
That'smore likeit.|Thankyou.
Okay, sohere comes.
- There. How'dyougo?|- Oh, Hil, marry me.
I'll need everything you've got|on this probation report.
Was thataproposalthatlheard|justpass throughyourlips?
Next ofkin.
Joanna Eris.
- Charlotte.|- Good morning, Mr. Leonard.
- You're early as usual.|- Good morning toyou, Miss Vincent.
Now areyou ready to be dazzled|by my fiine wines?
I can hardlywait.|Dazzle away.
You're leaving.
- I'll be back in a few days.|- No, you're not.
You're leaving me again,|just like last time.
I didn't leave anybody.|Your mother left me.
Then take me with you.
No, I can't.|It's too important.
You're running away again.
- I'm not running away.|- Me and Mommy, you hate us.
- Oh, for God's sake.|- You're abandoning me.
I didn't abandon anyone!
She tookyou away from me.
She took everything away from me.
Ifyou don't take me with you,|I won't ever come back.
I have to go.
Dreams ofstrikinggold.
But, ofcourse, thatdidn'thappen.
The fact was, he wasaloser.
Probably themostadorable loser|to ever walk the face ofthe Earth.
So Mom left.
In December, aguy cameand...
had the power shut off.
I was nineyears old.|It was Christmas.
We wentfora walk...
roaming thestreets like|a couple ofhomelesspeople...
watchingothersshop,|lookingat thelights.
Hesang tome.
I wishyoubluebirds in thespring
Wesatsomewhere|torestfora while.
I wasn'tstupid.|Iknewl wasgonnasee Christmas...
from thebackalley|ofashoestore.
Butstill, I was totally|caughtup in spiritofthings.
I wantedtogethimsomething,|givehimsomethingspecial.
But when lgotback...
he wasgone.
It was Christmas Day.
Ineversawmy daddyagain.
Ineversawhim again.
Ineversawmy daddyagain.
I'llalwaysbehere.|Iloveyou.
Iloveyou.
Iloveyou, Charlotte.
Don'tleaveher.
Don'tleaveheralone.
First weareprocessed.
First weareprocessed.
They take everything away.
We lose our personal possessions.
Everything except our own shoes.
Theywant us to wear|our own shoes...
just to feel a little bit at home.
Then we make ourway|out into theyard...
where we will meet|our fellow inmates...
and the fiirst thing|they're going to do?
They're going to take our shoes.
So, come on then.
Take offyour shoes.
I mean it.|Take offyour shoes.
Take offyour shoes!
- Dr. Brault.|- Can I helpyou?
You were in charge ofthe probation|exchange scheme during the early '80s?
Ifyou would contact my offiice--
I'm investigating a former resident.|Could you spare me a few moments?
Who areyou investigating?
Eris,Joanna.
- Cognac?|- Please.
She did fiine with the foster homes.
The theft was nothing more than|a youthful dare-- thereyou go--
that certainly didn't amount|to 1 2 months' detention.
That's where the real damage|was done.
She tried to kill herself|several times.
Stuck her hand right through|a plate glass window...
and attempted to hack it off.
Did you know that?
Cigarette?
And after her release|she came straight toyou.
They all came to me.
I was federal probation chief|at the time.
The whole exchange program|was my idea.
Remove the girls from|their familiar environments...
unearth them, probate them|where they had no roots.
Well, it didn't work.|Itjust didn't work.
After a couple ofyears|it became a very costly blur.
The girls were all unmanageable...
ignorant, demented female hoods.
All, that is, but...
Joanna, number 8773.
Joanna Eris.
She was unique. I had her|immediately transferred to Boston.
- Foryour own personal supervision.|- Mm-hmm.
Forgive me for asking,|Dr. Brault.
Areyou wearing a wig?
Does she still wearwigs?
One ofthe little tricks|I taught her.
Never reveal yourselfto any man|who doesn't need to know.
Nowyou need to know.
And what other little tricks|did you teach her?
I taught her to survive, to fiight|and never let the motherfuckers in.
Survival ofthe fiittest,Joanna.
Kill or be killed.
Was she ever|sexually molested by a man?
- Not to my knowledge.|- Wereyou?
All right. That's enough.|Get out.
- Detective, my ass. Who areyou?|- Miss Eris is in a lot oftrouble.
- I'm someone that's trying to help.|- What?
To fiind out where|the trouble started?
Nowyou thinkyou've got|a pretty good idea, is that it?
Who the hell doyou people|thinkyou are?
This girl came to me a weak,|pathetic little fiield mouse.
You hand me the problems,|never the solutions. Get out.
-Jan?|- Yes. Come on in, girls.
God bless you foryour time, Doctor.|Keep up the good work.
- Get out. What is it?|- Areyou all right?
Ofcourse.|Ofcourse I'm all right.
Pisces.|Familiaritybreeds contempt.
Time to endtheholiday|andgetback to work...
remembering to tie upall|loose endsbeforeyoumove on.
Yoursearch is farfrom over...
asyour true companionstill|waitspatientlyin the wings.
Oh, no, no, no.
Why don'tyoujust take out|a fucking advertisement?
I've always wondered what it took to|contain a large family, and now I know.
Stamina.
- I'm exhausted.|- That'sjust one side ofthe family.
- Look!|- Ineverlook. Whatisit?
It's a skunk. That's about the best|sign ofgood luckyou'll ever have.
Only when thestarsare right|andthemoonis full.
How's the moon?
It's full as a bull, old-timer.
So how will we celebrate|our good fortune?
A simple ceremony...
here or St. Boniface.
Nothing too elaborate.|Quaint and charming...
for, say...
800 ofyour closest friends.
Now, call me old-fashioned, but...
isn't it I who should|pop that question?
Well, technically, yes.
But whywould you think|a lovelyyoung thing such as myself...
would want to tie the knot|with a blind old coot...
who's rapidly approaching|his "use by" date.
Not to mention the fact that|you're a Virgo, Mr. Leonard...
and I knowyou better|than you knowyourself.
And ofcourse, there's always|your fortune that I'm after.
Why, Charlotte?|Why me?
Becauseyou can't see|who I really am...
and I think it's in the stars.
Verywell, Miss Vincent.
I do.
Until tomorrow, then, my darling.
I loveyou, Mr. Leonard.
You know, I never did|buyyou that pendant.
Ofcourseyou didn't.
Take care ofher, Roy.
I knowyou're there.
What doyou want?
Open your eyes,|you stupid blind bastard!
She's gonna kill ya!|She's gonna kill ya!
Come on!|I'm taking you away!
What areyou doing here?|It's early.
Come on!|We're gonna get married!
- What?|- We're gonna get married!
Now?
Mr. Leonard, I think I have|something to tell you.
Congratulations.
You'rekiddingme.
That's fantastic.|I'mgonnabea father?
Congratulations, Daddy.
Stop.|Please stop.
Stop. Stop.
Please fucking stop.
Everybody stay back.
Back!
Let me go!
Get offme!|Get offofme!
Yea, though I walk through the valley|the shadow ofdeath...
I will fear no evil...
forHe is withme.
Looks likeyour cigarette lighter's|run out ofgas, princess.
Hey, how areyou?
- How areyou?|- A little car trouble. Can you help me?
I sure thinkwe can|take care ofthat.
I'm sure every man and his dog|has tried a line on you.
Has anyone ever told you|you have very sad eyes?
Yes, they have, Gary.
Has anyone ever told you|you need a shower?
That's a pretty mean-looking shark|you got there, princess.
It's a fiish. Pisces.
Looks like a shark to me.
You like sharks?
I like the myths.
They have a limited memory.
Maybe only a minute or two.
Sounds like a pretty good life to me.
Ofcourse, the down side is...
they can never stop swimming.
Even when they're asleep...
they have to keep moving forward.
'Cause ifthey stop|for even a moment...
they'll die.
- Fuck me dead.|- What?
Nothing. I wasjust--
I wasjust saying you could lay|your dentures on my bedside table...
any day ofthe week, princess.
- What areyou talking about?|- Nothing.
Forget it.
Stupid bitch.
What areyou doing|in there, princess?
You haven't started without me,|haveyou?
Princess is in the middle|ofher ablutions.
Fuckwad.
I wishyoubluebirds in thespring
A little surprise on the dresser|nearyour purse, princess.
Just foryou.
A little dart action, you know?
You see, there's this barjust off|the one-fiive out of Baker...
where they have these|English dart championships.
And there's this guy.|And I bend over...
to pick up his girlfriend|who's sprawled on the floor...
completely fucking smashed...
and the fucker hits me in the ass|with this yellow featherweight dart...
right between the cheeks.
Can you believe it?
So what do I do?|I nail him to the bar...
and use his head|for a fucking dart competition.
What's all this stuff?
That'sjust a little something|to get the evening started, darling.
Thanks. I'll pass.
No. No, don't.|It'sjust for fun.
I don't want to have to blast alone.
It's not my thing.|You go right ahead. I'll watch.
You'll fucking watch?
Ladies and gentlemen...
step right up|and watch the freak show...
and see for the fiirst time|in this country the amazing pin cushion!
Treatyourself, folks.
treatyourselfand watch|the bearded lady...
cut herselfto ribbons.
Come on, baby.
Baby fell down.
That's a good baby.
Here we go.
Welcome to heaven, princess.
No milk today, thanks.
Thankyou!
Now piss offand mind|your own fucking business!
Yes?
Don't leave her.
She'sjust a little girl.|Don't leave her alone.
I'll never ever leave her.
Ever.
Cross my heart.
Hope to die?
Forever and ever.
Amen.
What the fuck is this?
Jesus Christ!|What the fuck?
Get me the fuck out ofhere.
Motherfucker!
Fuck it!
- The car! Where's the fucking car?|- Morning there, partner.
Sound likeyou had|a little fun last night.
Where is she?|I said, where is she?
She went north|about a halfhour ago.
You gonna pay for them rooms?
- Hil, honey?|- Yeah.
We've got our lost dog.|Better late than never.
Christ.
I'vegot twoguys in Boston|pulling theplaceapart.
What thehellareyoudoing|in Utah?
I've lost the Hugokid, Hil,|andlneedsomehelp.
- Could you put an ASU out on all--|- We'vebeen trying to tellyou.
Hugo and his wife bought it|in a car accident a month ago.
So it's fiinished. It's over.|You're coming home.
Theboss is dead.
Jesus, I'vebeen worriedsick.|Howthehellareyousurviving?
You know me. Lucky legs.
Could you put an ASU out|on all hospitals for me?
A womanmay trytoregister|underthename--
For God's sake, listen to me.
Listen.
Hugohandedthe whole case|overto the Fedsmonths ago.
So it's over. You're coming home,|and that's an order.
Will you do|one last thing for me?
I'm not authorized to.
Fuck authorization, Hil.|I'm in trouble here.
A woman may try and register into|hospital under the name Eris or Leonard.
This isan emergency, andthelast thing|lneednoware the fucking Feds.
Willyouhelpme, please?
Look, I can't fuck|this one up as well.
Please.
I'll see what I can do.
Hello, there.
Hello. Yoo-hoo.
Hello.
- Pardon?|- May I helpyou?
Yes.
I'vejust flown in to visit|a friend ofmine, missJoanna Eris.
Oh, good!
I'm so glad somebody came,|it being Christmas and everything.
She's down the hall in 36...
although she's probably|asleep by now.
You know she lost the baby, don'tyou?
Who was he?
He didn't say, dear.
But he asked for me by name?|He saidJoanna Eris?
Yes.|He said he was a friend.
- What did he look like?|- Like a salesman.
They all look the same to me--
salesmen, reporters, photographers.
They getyour names from the registry|and come to sell baby products.
That'saroger.|Will wait till furthernotice.
Standing by.
Got any change?
Come on!|Fucking come on! Come on!
Buddy, you got a buck?
Miss Eris?
Federal police.
Would you mind coming|with us, please?
- Why?|- We'll explain in the car.
In the car, please.
Two, three.
Morning, Nellie.
- I'm readywhen you are, darling.|- Get over it, pal.
It's not gonna happen.
I'd like the omelet|with herbs, please.
- The what?|- Omelet with herbs.
You shouldn't have to ask, Nell.
We're gonna install a bed here for him.|How areyou, Frank?
- I'm good, Lizzie.|- Good.
Soyou come in a lot?
Last couple ofweeks. You?|Haveyou been here long?
I don't know.|Couple months.
Side dishes?
- Taurus?|- Yeah.
- Doyou believe in the stars?|- Not anymore.
Pisces reads...
"It may seem you have reached|the end ofyour road...
but all is about to change.
The sacrifiiceyou are about to make|will become another's salvation."
And then it says,|"You will never be forgotten."
- Doyou want some coffee?|- Yes, please.
I'm bustin' at the seams, Frank.
You don't mind sharing, doyou?
All done, gentlemen?
- Who gets the check?|- I got it.
Coffee?
- What doyou think?|- Can't say for sure.
- Worth a try, though.|- Yeah.
Fucking cops.
What about them?
You can always spot them.
Didn't notice.
I don't know what timeyou're fiinished,|but I'm coming back later...
and I wondered ifmaybe|you would want a drink.
I'm working a double.|Thanks.
Watch the alarm.|Raccoons keep setting them off...
and I sure ain't coming down here|at 4:00 a.m. to reason with them again.
Night-night.
Night, Frank.
I said, night, Frank.
Night, Lizzie.
I'm in real estate in the valley.
That's why I can helpyou|get a house.
Getting a house isn't a problem.
It's easy enough.
What doyou do in a house...
when you wake up in it?
What doyou do on Christmas...
in a house?
I'm supposed to be so...
young, and not have anything|to show for myself...
except a big sense ofloss.
That hardly fiills up a house.
What haveyou lost?
I've lost my childhood...
myyouth...
my father...
my husband...
my daughter.
She wasn't any bigger than a minute.
Barely had a name.
Now my mind's going too.|It plays tricks on me.
And spookiest ofall,|I lost my angel.
I had a guardian|who looked after me.
I think I miss him most.
My angel.
Maybe he'll come back someday.
Come back and bury me|in my favorite graveyard in Valdez.
It's not up to us, though.
Is it?|It's up to the gods.
The whole thing is.
What haveyou lost?
It's only fair.
This one's my daughter...
I think.
She was an embassy kid|and was relocated--
or dislocated is, I think,|the word that they used--
every ten months.
I simply came home one day|and she wasn't there anymore.
And seven years later,|I stopped looking for her.
The thing that gets me the most|is that she had no choice.
She simplywoke up one morning...
and didn't have a father anymore.
So I'm just a daddy|who lost his little girl.
And I guess you're a little girl...
who lost her daddy.
And that's it.
End ofstory.
Romeo, we're real crowded today.|You're gonna have to share.
What can I getyou?
Coffee.
That's it?
For the record, Lieutenant,|I think this is a very sick scenario.
Nobody's accusing|anybodyyet, Doctor.
Just tell us whatyou see.
Okay. Here we go.
That's notJoanna Eris.
We have reason to believe it is.|Be very sure.
I'm telling you, it's not her.
I'd really like|a chance to try again.
And I wouldn't wasteyour time.
I'd make it worth yourwhile.
It's not a waste ofmy time.|It's a waste ofyour time.
I don't know how much more|ofthis place I can take.
- I get offin two hours.|- I can't wait.
I could drive the car around the back|and we could go now.
I'll meetyou out back|in fiive minutes.
Come on, come on, come on.
Have a seat.
What did you sayyou do?
Real estate.
It's a pretty tough business up here.
It's a pretty mean business.
Snow means money,|and I'm suspicious.
I think that's why|I spotted the police so quickly.
I think they had the place staked.
I wonderwhat for.
They're probably gonna arrest somebody.|Probably one ofthe regulars...
or one ofthe staff.
Would you like a drink?|I only have cognac.
I never touch the stuff.
I've seen you someplace before.
I don't think so.
I've been around|a long time, though.
Someplace else.
Haveyou ever been to Florida?
Couple oftimes.
Everybody looks like|somebody else, huh?
Mywife was born in L.A.--
What areyou doing?
Don't do this to me.
Come on!|Come on! Come on!
I know whoyou are.
You took my picture...
at the museum.
I wish you love.