Yeah?
Yeah. OK, I'll be right down.
Dr. Onaman.
Calling Dr. Onaman.
Dr. Benway.
Calling Dr. Benway.
Cops pulled him off the beach
twenty minutes ago.
Took four of us
to get him on the bed.
Strung way out.
Can't even get eye contact.
It's like he thinks
we're not even here.
His clothes were blood-soaked.
Cleaned him up.
Found a couple of lacerations--
Is that French?
Sounds like it,
but he's too fast for me.
Pupils are constricted,
pressure's up.
I'm sure it's PCP, but
I can't get a needle into him.
If I try to sedate him,
it could be a real mess.
I know you're new, and I'm sorry
to put you on the spot...
but if I sedate him without
a neurology, OK, my ass is--
Your ass is secure, dear.
Just go find someone
who speaks French.
Maybe a priest.
He's probably Catholic.
Well, what happened to you?
We stopped him going across
the park by the Palisades.
Get back!
Get back down there!
Stop it. He'll tear his wrists.
Do me a favor and wait outside.
You, too.
-But somebody's got to--
-Outside, OK?
Boy, you've been in quite
a scrape, haven't you?
Quite a scrape.
What happened to you?
What happened?
It's OK. It's OK.
Are you all right?
Look out. Coming through.
Anyone else?
Call for Dr. Rodriguez
right away!
Be careful. Be careful.
Gently, please. Gently.
I guess he got me.
Jesus Christ, he's dead.
Makes tonight
look like nursery school.
I'll pass, thanks.
This weekend I've got
a date with my apartment.
Don't ever try and move
and work at the same time.
That is what wives are for.
You gonna miss the East?
There are a lot
of university people, but...
But what?
I suppose they were more
my husband's friends than mine.
At some level, this going-west
business appeals to me.
Swab that, please, nurse.
You know what I do miss?
Trees. It's so barren.
You get the feeling that
every bush has been installed.
It's like Disneyland
or something.
People don't realize...
that this is a city
built on a desert.
Just think of it as
extended parking for the beach.
What?
Hold on. Just a couple more,
we'll be through.
On these hours,
who gets to go to the beach?
Last one. There we go.
-Do you want it dressed? -Leave
it uncovered.
How long have you been on duty?
Thirty-two hours.
Four more to go.
That's it, then.
You have had enough excitement
for one night.
I want you to go home,
get some sleep...
and those are surgeon's orders.
Besides, you're too old
for this career stuff.
You should be home...
taking kids to get
their teeth straightened.
See that, nurse? See that?
They turn 30
and everything is sex, sex, sex.
You need a tetanus booster?
Then get out of here
and go home.
-Good night, Doctor.
-Go.
-Good night. Thanks.
-Good night.
I'll catch you later.
What'd he say, anyway?
Who?
The guy who jumped you.
What'd he say?
Nothing.
That's a pity.
Last thing a man says
is supposed to be significant.
This is Dr. Collins' office.
I'll try you at the hospital.
Hello, Dr. Flax,
this is Mr. Hendricks...
from the telephone company.
We'll have an installer
in your area tomorrow...
What are you doing?
I thought it was funny, too.
No sense of humor.
This son of a bitch
gets out of his car--
looks about
fourteen years old...
and he's got
a beer belly already--
gets out of his car
carrying a tire iron.
No kidding.
Honest.
What'd you do?
Got the hell out of there.
What the fuck else?
Fuck, there are more
crazy, meshugina lunatics--
What did you do at Radcliffe,
major in sailors?
I wish.
You know your nutcase
from last night?
The lab report
came back this morning.
No drugs.
Adrenal residue enough
to frizz a horse, but no dope.
I wonder what happened to him.
Looked like some creep
off the beach, right?
Yeah.
The man was an anthropologist
from UCLA...
spoke half a dozen languages,
lived all over the world...
and was, apparently,
a very famous individual.
Jesus.
What kind of people
did he study?
I don't know.
This morning,
I got a look at his wife.
She's this
elegant-looking redhead.
Just the opposite
of what he looked like.
The crazy thing is they've only
been in the country a week.
I got a minute flat
to get to seven.
-Walk in backwards.
-I tried that.
I promised I'd actually
be there this time.
Hey, quit it.
Your lip.
If you don't quit chewing on it,
it'll look like your ear.
Eileen, are you OK?
Oh, sure.
Cassie, what does...
''N'y sont pas...
sont des innois'' mean?
Shit.
They are not there.
They are...
Sounds like a place. Why?
Walking right now
is the best thing for you.
Tomorrow I want to hear
that you've been...
right...
Dr. Stafford's on
in the morning.
Do you want me to order
a repeat EEG for her?
No.
The carpet's fine.
I like the color.
What?
The old carpet was yellow,
but the owners didn't--
Doctor, I think we skipped...
Doctor?
The owner was only here
for a little while...
but they did a good deal
to the house.
There's so many things.
For instance,
the old carpet was yellow...
and it didn't clean very well,
so they put in all new ones.
The house is only
four blocks from the beach.
And of course
there's plenty of storage space.
Obviously, I tried to convince
the owners to stay here...
long enough to sell
instead of rent...
but apparently his transfer
was pretty sudden...
and they just upped and left.
What do you think?
I admit that science
was not my strong suit...
but anthropology-- that's
bones and tombs and things.
No, no, no.
Nothing so dramatic.
My work is cultural.
At least it's warm, eh?
I...
I mostly watch people.
But I thought you were
teaching here this fall.
Yes, I'm afraid that is so.
Listen to him.
The first civilized place
we live in years...
and already he's bored.
Goddamn freaks.
I'm fine. I'm fine!
Leave me alone! I'm fine!
Stop it! I'm fine.
Just fine.
What's he gotten into?
Hold it, hold it.
I got the material,
but you will have to help me...
with the...
Curtain rod.
Curtain rod. Curtain rod.
I forget English
faster than l learn.
It will come.
Tell me.
Which one do you like best?
This one?
On you or the living room?
For the living room, this.
For when we live
in the Land Rover, this.
I forgot about her.
Johnny?
You are not really bored,
are you?
I'm looking I'm forward to it.
I'm looking forward to water
we did not have to carry.
I am looking forward
to working five-hour days.
I am going to get food in
supermarket wrapped in plastic.
I am going to eat hamburger
commes les Americains.
Mr. America.
Which one of these is you?
Where did you get that, Niki?
Give me that photograph!
Niki! Come here!
Give me the photograph.
Niki. Come, come.
Come, Niki...
We will mount it
over the mantelpiece...
commes les Americains!
Give it, give it, give it!
Your mother give it to me
a long time ago.
It was in storage.
We had never a mantle
to put it on.
I have given you a hard life?
No more.
No more.
We will be unpacking
until October!
-I can't wait till October!
-You won't have to.
We have a new house.
We should pretend
we are just married.
Don't give me presents, huh?
When we first marry, you were
following seal hunters...
and when you come home,
you smell like them.
I don't smell like them now.
Tell me I don't
smell like them now.
Did you bring up
the last two box, the dishes?
I will get them.
It's not necessary.
I will go.
My love.
I'm going. I'm going.
What are you doing?
We've got a hemorrhage here.
Niki, go upstairs.
Upstairs.
Niki, go, now, please.
''Parents find
mutilated bodies of children.''
''Parents who had moved here
to begin a new life...
''returned to find
that life seeping into...''
What?
They're attracted to the house.
What the hell
is she talking about?
You're right. It's worse.
Judy, darling, would you see
if you can dig me up...
the night service number
for Data General, please?
What do you got, fellas?
There's no evidence of trauma.
But I think we want to run
another series in the morning.
Come on. What's going on?
It's fakacht.
We're getting screwy numbers.
We got to get the techies
in there and rip it apart.
Talk to me, Ted. Come on.
The first time was faint and
only showed autonomic functions.
Then we started getting
cortical propagation.
I don't understand.
Neither do we.
But this is brain function
of a person who's wide awake.
Get Mrs. Lachman
or whatever her name is--
Active. Hearing. Seeing.
Walking around
talking to people.
She just did
say something in there...
and it was in French.
And?
The crazy who jumped her
the other night was a Frenchman.
So? She had a run-in
with a crazy.
This city
is full of crazies, guys.
They pull four bodies a day
just off the freeways.
Listen to me.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
We'll put her
in a room for the night...
fix the equipment,
run some tests...
What is funny about it?
There are some very
strange people in this world.
What is that?
It is nothing.
It is nothing at all.
I promise.
Hey, come now.
Come, come, come.
Don't worry about it all.
I will repaint it
in the morning.
What are you
going to do about it?
What should I do?
Call the police and say...
''Children have painted my door,
come quickly''?
I'm going to bed.
Would you care to join me?
I don't think it was children.
Children come
in all shapes and sizes.
What kind of people
would do that, huh?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Come.
Let's go to bed, huh?
Is the door locked?
The door is locked,
and the back door is locked...
and the drawbridge,
it is raised for the night.
If you want to worry,
you can do it in the morning.
Tonight there are more
important things to think about.
Is it October so soon?
Nearly November.
The leaves are falling...
Yes...every little...
And the cold winds blow...
Are blowing.
And soon great shafts
of ice will...
l like ice.
Bitch.
I am going to be
Madame Pommier...
wife du professeur
avec le suntan.
And you should take care--
Where are you going?
I'm going
to get a glass of wine.
Get me one, too.
Of course.
I'll be right back.
What kind of people?
I'm going out.
I can see that.
I won't be long.
I'm just going to
go down the street.
What are you after?
Nothing. Something.
I don't know. I'm not sure.
We'll talk later, OK?
I really won't be long.
I promise.
Jean Charles!
Keep the door locked.
What do you mean, she's gone?
I came in to check her
and she wasn't in the bed...
and I thought
she was in the bathroom.
I only left
forty fucking minutes ago!
Doctor, please.
We put her across from the
nursing station deliberately.
We've searched the floor...
we've got
the security people...
going through
the rest of the building.
It's only a matter of time
before we find her.
There's no way she could've
gotten out of here...
without one of us seeing.
Hey, stop!
Stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
I know about them.
That's why I went out.
I wanted to know
what kind of people--
Will you stop?
Will you stop?
I know about them!
I didn't tell you...
because I wanted to know
what kind of people...
could think of a murder
as some sort of shrine.
Will you listen to me?
I spent 30 hours
following people...
who do not live anyplace.
Do not work anyplace.
I called the government,
the state...
their vehicle,
it is not registered.
Why do you tell me this?
Will you listen?
They're nomads.
What?
Nomads, yes.
Like all of them.
Like every place we've lived
for the last ten years.
Here?
Here, now. In this city.
In the middle of a modern city.
They go from one party
to the next...
one restaurant,
one gas station, one motel.
These people
live in parking lots!
In 30 hours,
they did not stop moving.
Don't you understand
what I'm saying?
And I didn't call you...
I didn't tell you...
because I didn't want
to frighten you.
I should have called.
There was no reason.
Forgive me.
Please, forgive me.
Forgive me.
I'm very tired.
Very tired.
None of this may mean anything.
None of it at all.
I may have simply...
But I may have found people
who are living outside.
Outside any structure.
They do not participate.
No exchanges, no constraints.
They resort to violence
at no provocation...
and they get away with it.
It is as if
to the official world...
they did not exist.
I don't know.
You are a crazy man.
You know that?
I was so worried about you.
You look awful.
Awful.
Why do you
push yourself so hard?
You have not done this
in a long time.
There is a roll of film
I must see.
Awful.
Phone's ringing.
She told me she was a doctor.
How am I supposed to know?
She is a doctor.
Yeah, hello?
Oh, Christ,
she's got a machine!
Find the fucking machine!
Don't hang up! Hang on!
Yeah, hello?
Hi, Eileen, I got the stuff--
No, this isn't Eileen.
This is a friend
who's been look--
Eileen isn't in at the moment.
Can I take a message?
Sorry, she called me--
You spoke to her?
She called yesterday.
She asked about something
and I wanted to get back to her.
Have you got a pencil?
Yeah, go ahead.
Tell her that ''des innois''
is not a place.
At least not one
we could find...
and no one around here
seemed to think...
it had anything to do
with anthropology.
There was, however--
Eileen asked you about this?
There was, however,
an Eskimo word-- Inuat.
It's pretty farfetched.
Look, I'm sorry...
I shouldn't impose
all this on you.
Have Eileen call me--
No! Where are you?
Are you here?
Pardon me?
Where are you?
Are you out here?
I'm in Boston. Why?
Just tell me.
I'll get the gist for her.
Do you mind?
No. It's apparently
some sort of nomad myth.
It has to do with
wandering in the desert.
You said it was Eskimo.
It's all the same.
Nomads live in deserts...
whether it's a desert
of ice or sand...
doesn't make any difference.
The Eskimos spend a good deal
of time wandering on the ice.
Looks like she's been packing.
-And the Inuat...
-Another one over here.
Look in the bathroom and see
if her toiletries are there.
I'm sorry,
I didn't hear you.
Nothing. I'm sorry.
And the Inuat were?
They were supposedly
hostile spirits.
According to the myth...
they were capable
of assuming human form.
They...Wait a second.
''Thought to inhabit
places of past calamity.
''They brought
disaster and madness...
''to any humans
who fell in with them.
''Only a myth, of course...
''but observers
well into the 20th Century...
''marked how cautiously
older Eskimo...
''approached
strangers on the ice.''
Hello?
That's all we could find,
I'm afraid.
I don't know if that answers
her question or not.
Anyway, tell her
we all miss her...
and if she gets tired of
all that sunshine...
she's welcome back, all right?
Yeah. I'll tell her.
They're not there.
They're Inuat.
-Charlie say anything, did she?
-No.
Crap.
Crap. It's crap.
Double crap.
Middle of the night
listening to bullshit nonsense.
It's not my own life.
Honest to God. Jesus.
Shit.
Crazy son of a bitch!
I have a light here
if you prefer.
They've shut off the power
at this end of the building.
It's only a small savings,
of course.
But then again,
in my case it's also...
a small sacrifice.
I keep this lantern
for visitors.
There have been
few of those of late.
Forgive me, please.
Forgive me for being so rude.
I did not think that--
You'll be forgiven for thinking
the building abandoned.
Yes--yes, I did.
The handyman has,
like so much of the world...
grown somewhat lax.
It wasn't always
like this, of course.
But with only me here,
I suppose it's a small matter.
You are here alone?
I'll be following the others,
eventually.
For now, I have been left here
to look after things.
Though I'm not certain
they saw the humor in it.
Oh, dear, now I'm being rude.
You may call me Bertril.
How do you do?
Mr. Pommier, yes.
Won't you have tea?
I haven't any lemon.
I trust that's all right.
They're usually so regular...
about sending the boy around
with groceries.
I can't imagine what happened.
But perhaps I've got
the days muddled again.
Not that way, Mr. Pommier.
In here, if you will.
You know about them,
don't you?
There are places with pasts,
Pommier.
Places with secrets.
Things...collect.
You just looked too closely.
Most people are luckier.
They never know
that a certain percentage...
of what they see is not there.
But the problem now
is not what you know...
it's what they know.
You.
They know about you.
Go away, Pommier.
Leave your house
and change your job.
Go and hide yourself.
You can still survive this...
but you must not try
to fight them.
Listen to me.
If you've never run...
from anything in your life,
run from this.
They're leading you
into another world.
They're not real.
They can't do anything.
They brought you here, Pommier.
What was this place?
What happened here?
You must leave now.
Don't pursue this.
It won't end with you.
Go, do as I say.
For the sakes of those
you'll lead them to.
I'm dreaming.
Just dreaming.
I'm just dreaming.
Very bad, very bad.
Tired...just tired.
What are you looking at?
You come up here
late last night.
You seemed very ill.
You also seemed to know
a lot about my husband.
What is it?
I'm...embarrassed.
You sleep on the couch.
You were with my husband
when he's dead, no?
I am Veronique Pommier.
I know your name, Niki.
I know! I've seen!
No, rest calm.
You're just tired.
Why don't we go out today
and be like tourists?
No, I don't want to go!
Don't make me go!
Don't leave me!
It goes forever.
No! I don't want to go!
Please stay away from me.
Please! Please!
Go where?
Where don't you want to go?
He tried to tell me something!
I couldn't understand!
He screamed--
His whole memory
is in my head and I--
I don't understand.
I don't know what he wants.
They're hounding him...
and I don't know
what he wants.
Who is doing that?
He thinks they're Inuat.
That is what he meant.
How do you know this?
I was so frightened last night.
You were shaking.
Did you ever have a dream
and not know when it started?
The old man on Atavak
used to tell a tale...
of the dangers
of travelling far...
of hunting alone on the ice.
How one might no longer
know what was...real.
We are so very far
from home, you know.
All of us.
We have wandered
so very far from home.
Please, stop.
It is not important.
I was tired, eh?
I was tired, very tired.
I was stupid and went
two days without sleep.
We should talk about
our new life.
Our bourgeois life
in this civilized place.
Talk of things we planned.
There'll be time enough
for that.
You were wrong, you know.
He cares more for you
than anything in the world.
Did Jean Charles have any
history of emotional problems?
Please.
Please, anything.
Was there anything
in his family?
Was he taking drugs?
Drinking?
Was there any radical change
in his diet?
Hamburgers wrapped in plastic.
Did my husband lose his sanity?
I think so.
He's hallucinating.
Was hallucinating.
Hello?
Thank God, you are there.
Are you all right?
I think so.
We've been going
out of our minds here.
We even had the cops out.
Eileen, I went to
your apartment last night...
and some guy on the phone
laid some weird rap on me...
about people
who weren't really people?
It spooked the shit out of me.
Who the fuck was it anyway?
A friend back east.
What was that stuff about?
I'm not sure.
It doesn't matter now anyway.
We'll talk.
It scared the fuck out of me.
I've got the address.
I'll come pick you up.
What?
I said I'll come pick you up.
Cassie, I'm not sure you should.
Bullshit.
I'll be there in a few minutes.
What did he do then?
You don't know?
You were on the tower.
You looked at him and said,
''Qu'est ce que tu as?''
And he was shaking.
What did you do then?
We left that place very fast.
He took me to a hotel
and told me to stay there.
And keep the door locked
until he come back.
But he never come back.
The next day
I come here and...
everything is so strange.
I find two suitcases.
One was on the bed there...
and the other was...
The other one was there.
He was running.
He was taking
the old woman's advice.
He was running, but something
wouldn't let him...
get away,
wouldn't let him out.
Niki, what if he wasn't--
Wasn't what?
What if he wasn't insane?
No, thanks. I don't want any.
I mean it. I don't want any.
Go bug somebody else.
Listen, sweetheart...
I don't want any flowers,
so move your butt.
Get out of my fucking car!
Get the fuck out of my car!
Now! We've got to
get out of here now.
If they knew about Jean Charles,
they know about us.
And we shouldn't be here.
Either of us.
You know where everything is.
You can't come back here.
Ever.
Ever.
But we've got to
get out of here now.
Now.
Leave it! Go!
Who are these people?
Who are these people?
Who are they?
Oh, God.
You see them, too.
Operator, I need the police.
The address is--
Up this way!
Help me! Help me!
You saw what happened
to Jean Charles, no?
Tell me.
Are you sure?
But they'll be back.
Come on.
Let go, let go.
Tell me.
Don't stop.
No matter what you see,
don't stop.
Don't stop! Don't stop!