Help me!
Help!
Help me!
Help!
Jim,
this is Roslyn,
the friend I told you about.
Hey Roslyn.
Good to meet you.
Hello.
So Beth has filled you in
on what we're looking for?
Uh, collating all
the ER records
so they can be
shipped to storage,
then copying policies
and procedures
and the templates
for the QA forms.
So you've done
this before?
Well, the last two ERs
I worked at were closed down.
At this rate there won't be
any emergency rooms left.
Well, in this case
it's the whole hospital.
The building is being torn down
as part of the land redevelopment.
Can I ask you something?
Why do you want to work the night shift?
Well, my husband--
he drives a cab
and he works nights,
so if I work days
then we never get
to see each other.
Besides, you know,
I kind of need the peace and quiet.
I've worked at the ER
the last five years, so...
And you're not worried
about being here alone,
you know, in light of
what's been happening?
God, Jim, are you trying
to scare her off?
Oh no, that's fine really.
It's okay.
Well, I'm sorry about
the state of the E.R.,
but there will be a 24-hour
guard on duty upfront, okay?
Okay.
Welcome to St. John's.
Thank you.
So once each one's been
labeled and collated,
ust mark the front
of the box like so
and stack them
in the laundry room.
Once we finish all the paperwork,
we'll get to work
on copying procedure forms
and what-have-you.
It's not exactly
nursing,
but what are you
gonna do?
How long have you
worked here?
I worked lCU at County
and then ER here for two years.
But I don't know,
I never liked this building.
It's too old.
Nothing worked properly.
Beth tells me you were
born at this hospital.
Yeah, I grew up
around here.
Oh, so then your charts
must be buried
somewhere here
in all of this.
Do you want a coffee
or something?
I'm gonna get
a coffee.
No, you know what?
I'd better be getting home.
I normally catch the bus
an hour before you're due on.
I just wanted to wait around
and show you the ropes.
Anyway, if you have
any questions,
Beth said she'd be
stopping by later.
- Okay.
- Okay?
Bye.
These files are endless.
By the way, one of the psych ward doctors
got the same job as you,
so he'll be up on the fifth floor collating
the psych ward records.
So you're not gonna be
here alone.
Okay.
I'm gonna get back
to County.
Beth, seriously,
thank you,
really.
Good night.
Um, can l--?
I can't believe they closed down
this hospital as well.
Do you know
that the nearest E.R.
is now over 1 6 miles
from here?
And that place
is swamped.
Health care in this
country--
it's going
to the dogs.
I don't think
you should smoke in here.
Why?
Because of
all the sick people?
Uh, I'm just kidding.
It's plastic.
I'm trying to quit.
Is there something I can
help you with, Detective?
We found a woman's body
over on 9th Street.
Another one?
I was just wondering
if maybe you'd heard
or seen anything
suspicious.
You think it's the same guy--
the one that the papers are calling
the Nighthawk
or something?
Well, we don't know.
You know, I never understood that.
Why pretend a serial killer
is some kind of animal
or a comic-book hero?
It's ridiculous.
Well, it's publicity.
"Man Kills Woman"--
it just doesn't cut it
as a headline anymore.
If we want
the media's help,
we need to jazz it up
a little bit.
You know, a lot of women
around here--
they're not wearing
their jewelry anymore.
Why is that?
They don't want
to be next.
They don't want to
encourage him.
Hmm, well,
that's not why
I'm not wearing
my wedding band.
Is that--
is that blood?
Nothing serious,
I hope.
Just a paper cut.
Well, you're
in the right place.
Thank you.
Did I frighten you?
I didn't mean to.
You must be...
- Roslyn.
- Roslyn. Roslyn, right.
- I'm Dr. Clement.
- Hello.
Looks like these files
belong down here
rather than
on the fifth floor.
I just wanted
to let you know
I was in the building
so as not to startle you,
but I seem to have failed
miserably in that regard.
No, Beth told me
you would be here, so...
Yes, this place can be
a little unsettling at times.
Yeah, I'm--
I'm just starting
to figure that out.
Should I take that
personally?
No, I'm sorry.
No, I didn't mean--
I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.
I don't know if you've met
the security guard yet,
but he is-- yeah.
And I've been hearing
some noises.
Really?
What sort of noises?
Do you mind my asking?
Like singing.
Singing?
I think I'm being
a little bit paranoid. I'm sorry.
No no no no,
that's quite all right.
I'll tell you what:
why don't I take a quick look around
just to make sure?
Would that make you feel better?
A little, yeah.
Okay, all right.
Thank you.
Nothing here.
So you're--
you're British?
Mm-hmm.
I came over on
a foreign-exchange program
as a med student
and, well,
never went back.
How is it
you don't have
Iike an assistant
or someone like me
to handle all
the paperwork up there?
Well, the psychiatric department
doesn't quite have
the budget of E.R.,
so some of us doctors
agreed to a tradeoff.
And also
some of the files
are a little bit sensitive,
if you know what I mean.
That's it.
Seems to be all clear.
I'm sure it was just
music from a passing car
or something
that you heard.
I'm sure, yeah.
Um, if that security guard
is bothering you, you know,
I can always talk
to the administrator.
- Oh no.
- No, I mean, it's not a problem.
You know, just knowing
that there's someone else in the building,
I feel much better.
Okay, well, if you hear
any more strange noises,
you know
where to find me.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Cole, are you home?
It's Cole.
Leave a message.
Hey, I thought
you'd be home.
I guess you're putting in
some overtime.
Anyways, listen, if I'm
asleep when you get in,
do not wake me,
because I'm beat.
Um, see you for lunch maybe.
Okay, bye.
Hey!
What the hell happened to this place?
Where is everybody?
What are you talking about? This place
has been closed down for weeks.
And the closest
ER now?
County.
Wait a minute.
What happened to her?
The Nighthawk.
- Hey.
- You scared me.
Sorry.
Are you all right?
Hi.
Hey.
The guard let me in.
So you got a job
in a bomb shelter.
Wow.
Um, hungry?
It's your favorite.
I missed you
the last couple days.
I really missed you.
Cole, Cole, stop it.
Are you okay?
Damn.
Where were you
last night?
Um...
oh, I worked
a double and--
wait for it--
I went to the gym. Told you.
What, at that time?
Well yeah.
I'm downtown.
The gym's downtown.
I gotta take the opportunity
when I can, you know.
God damn.
Hello, goodbye.
Got a fare
and gotta go,
gotta go.
Um, are you gonna
be okay?
It is what it is.
Mm, okay.
Love you.
Hello?
" And someone's
gonna cry "
" 'Cause in my heart "
" I finally "
" Made up my mind "
" I can't say "
" It's not been good "
" Or that you're
to blame "
" I just know "
" It's time to leave "
" Before love
turns to hate "
" In my heart "
" I finally
made up my-- "
- Hello.
- Hello.
My husband--
he dropped this off
and I thought
you might be hungry.
Thank you.
I'm starving.
It's not warm
or anything, but...
Oh, that's quite
all right.
I happen to love
cold pizza.
It's what I lived on
in college.
There's still a coffee machine here
if you'd like a cup,
- or tea if you prefer.
- Oh no.
No? Are you sure?
Just one cup,
nice and warm.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- One cup.
- Coffee?
Coffee, yeah.
How is it going
down there?
Slowly.
No more strange
noises though?
I'm sorry, l--
I don't mean to pry,
but is everything
okay?
Yeah.
Nothing you want
to talk about?
You mean, like therapy?
No, actually I meant
more like two people
who have a very monotonous
task ahead of them
simply having a chat
while they work.
Did you hear that?
Hmm? Oh yeah well,
it's an old building.
God, we must be nuts
to work in here at night.
Yes well,
we try not to use
words like "nuts"
up here on the fifth floor.
What words do you
suggest we use?
Oh, I don't know.
Let's see...
"acculturation difficulty"
might sum it up better.
It means
trouble adapting
to a new environment.
I think "nuts"
sounds better.
Yeah, I think
you might be right.
Can I ask you something,
Dr. Clement?
Irvin, please.
Irvin.
What are those baths in the room
next door used for?
Well, those haven't been
used in years.
They were supposed to
calm down
restless patients.
Ros, check this out.
Whew.
It says he had a scalpel
pushed through his skull,
but it didn't
kill him.
It took him
four days to die.
What?
Babe, will you put
those back, please?
All right.
- Oh wow.
- What?
This is wild.
Check these out.
She's a victim
of domestic abuse.
Cops took these.
This is brutal,
so rough.
I don't know how you
look at this all night, I swear to God.
- Okay, you're spilling.
- I'm sorry.
You're spilling food everywhere.
Jesus.
This is my work.
Sorry.
Can I turn on the TV?
Yeah.
...fears that the woman
found brutally murdered
in an abandoned warehouse
last night
is the latest victim
of the Nighthawk Killer.
Rachel Kaufman, a mother
of three young children
was on her way home from her shift
at the Lucky Star diner.
Police believe
that she was murdered
between the hours of
and are appealing to anyone who was
in the downtown area last night
to come forward
and reveal that information.
Weren't you downtown
last night--
probably about
that time, huh?
Yeah, I guess I was.
Damn.
What were you
doing there again?
Partying.
Honey, I was picking up a fare.
What do you think?
Right in
the industrial area?
I don't ask
what they're doing.
I just pick them up,
take their money
and run, you know?
Did you tell the police?
Tell the police what?
Uh, I don't know,
that your passenger
might have been
the killer, Cole.
What did he look like?
I don't know.
It was a bullshit call.
It was a no-show.
Really?
Yeah really.
And you know what?
I hate that, because
whose time gets wasted?
Whose money gets wasted?
Mine, that's who.
Yeah well, I still think
you should report it, babe.
She was hacked
to pieces, Cole.
She had three children.
Jesus.
Fortune cookie?
Babe.
What's wrong?
The fucking cab broke down again.
Are you surprised?
Where?
The other side
of the freeway.
You ran from the other
side of the freeway?
By the way,
I'm just curious--
your cell doesn't
work anymore?
You don't pick up
your messages, what?
Oh no, I'm--
I was upstairs.
Oh.
Were you talking to your doctor friend
you told me about?
Yeah.
Oh.
Well, maybe it'd be a good time
for me to meet him now.
What do you think?
I'm tired.
Let's go home.
No no no.
It'll only be a minute.
Come on, I'd like to meet him.
Come on, honey.
Cole.
It's just here, right?
The doctor's
on the fifth floor?
I'm tired
and I want to go home.
I'm tired too, babe. I just want
to meet your friend, that's all.
What, it's not
working now or what?
'Cause we can take the stairs.
That's fine too.
Let's go home.
I'm tired.
Let's go.
All right.
Let's go home.
How's that feel?
I can't, not now.
I said no.
It's not all this again,
is it, Ros?
'Cause I thought
we were past all this.
Are you listening to me?
I'm really not sure how else
we're supposed to make a baby, hon.
See?
You wrote it yourself--
"Days we have sex."
Today is the day.
Listen to me!
You're hurting me.
What do you think
you're doing to me?
I thought
we were okay, hon.
But here we are--
the same shit
over and over
and over again.
Get over it.
Jesus fucking Christ!
It's not my fucking fault
we can't have kids.
Fuck!
I mean, you must know
how it is--
working all night
and sleeping all day.
I never get a chance
to see my friends.
I don't know
who else to talk to.
Yeah.
Well, you can always
talk to me.
I mean, you know that,
Roslyn.
Yeah.
The door
in my dream--
what do you think
it means?
What do you think
it means?
I think it's just
a stupid dream.
What are you writing?
I mean...
Nothing.
Just some--
having some thoughts.
Um, Roslyn,
if the gynecologists
have told you
that there's
no physical reason
for you not to be able
to conceive a child,
then the problem is
most likely
psychosomatic--
in your mind.
Do you follow?
And I think
the reason for that
Iies beyond
the dream door.
So it's up to you
to open it.
Let's-- let's talk
a little bit more
about your family.
You mentioned that--
that your parents died
when you were a child.
How did that happen?
No no, I don't want
to talk about that.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
Whenever you feel ready.
Cole, have you seen
my keys?
My keys-- where the hell
are my keys?
Excuse me.
Where's your ring?
Where are my keys,
God damn it?
Maybe if you calmed down,
you'd find them.
I keep losing things.
Hey.
All right, what?
Do you want me to get up?
Do you want me to help you look for them?
No, I don't want
to lose my job, okay?
Okay, why don't you
just take the cab?
It's my day off.
Knock yourself out,
sweetheart.
Thank you.
While the protesters
stopped short of...
some sort of cover-up
by the department,
there are clearly
a lot of frightened people
in our city
looking for answers...
All right.
Please, oh please.
Come on, come on.
It's Cole.
Leave a message.
Cole, the car
won't start.
You said you'd fixed it.
You said you'd fixed it!
Fuck!
Oh my God.
Are you okay?
Do you smell gas?
Gas?
Yeah.
You don't smell it?
Look, can you just
call me a cab?
One that works.
We believe
that the killer is
white,
physically very strong,
right-handed
and uses a weapon
similar to this
claw hammer.
He attacks his victims
from behind
and then claws at them.
Due to the nature
of the injuries
inflicted,
the killer
must need someplace
to clean up
after each attack.
Someone must know
who this man is--
a wife, a daughter,
a girlfriend.
It's absurd.
What is?
What's with
the tape recorder?
Do you mind?
I thought it might help us
clarify things.
I can switch it off
if you'd like.
It's fine.
What's absurd?
Everything--
what I feel.
Well, what do you feel?
I mean,
you've told me
what happened,
but you haven't told me
how you feel.
I don't know
how I feel, okay?
But you--
you have some fear
that perhaps
Cole might be involved
in these murders?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Tell me more about him.
He--
he's having problems
with his career, isn't he?
How did you know that?
Well, I don't need a PhD
to figure that out.
He drives a cab, right?
Cab driving was supposed
to be a temporary thing.
He was gonna go back
to school.
We needed
the money, so...
I see.
Hello.
Yes.
What?
Sure, I'll be right down.
Some detective
who wants to talk to me.
Well, I'd better go
and see what he wants.
Um...
we can finish
this up later.
My name is Marling.
I'm a homicide investigator.
An event, a person,
a time, a place.
Something.
This is someone
with a grudge,
someone who feels
cheated by life.
In every other respect,
he's the guy next door,
just an average guy
who kisses his wife goodbye
every morning,
spends all week
scraping a living,
all weekend
fixing the house.
Then it's night
and-- pow!
Something snaps.
He's out butchering women,
back in time for cocoa
and a late movie.
And no one suspects
a thing,
Ieast of all her.
Are you Cole Hanniger?
Yeah.
My name is Marling.
I'm a homicide investigator.
Can we talk?
Yeah, sure.
Come in.
I'm just--
just curious,
Detective...
what sick thoughts has my wife
been putting in your head?
Well, she's had
to come to terms
with some very traumatic events,
Mr. Hanniger.
Yeah well, she just
wants her baby.
Is that lipstick?
So what do you think
she's capable of doing
if that doesn't happen?
Did you see anyone else
in the area?
No.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Okay.
Thank you.
Jelly bean?
The plastic cigarette--
it just wasn't doing it
for me.
You ever try
the patch or gum?
It's not the nicotine
that I miss.
It's keeping my hands
and my mouth busy,
you know?
I stopped by here
the other night.
You weren't here?
Yeah, I was here.
Didn't feel like
talking, huh?
Son of a bitch.
What are these--
what are these Xs here?
They're where the murders
have occurred, right?
Yeah.
All within
the two-mile radius
of the central point.
Which is where?
Here.
What, this street here?
This hospital.
I've been worried sick.
Where have you been?
What the hell are you--
did you tell me
that my cab windshield
got busted up, smashed?
It did.
Why don't you go
have a look?
Go ahead.
Yeah.
Yeah, Ros.
Why don't you tell me
where the hammer is?
I'm sorry, what?
The hammer
from the kitchen cupboard.
Or did l--
did I imagine that?
Where is it, Cole?
I don't know.
I mean, I probably used it
to fix the cab.
What the hell difference
does it make?
What were you doing
downtown the other night?
Because I looked
in your logbook
and there's
no pickup listed.
Wait,
what is this?
I want to hear this
from you.
What is this?
The hammer?
You think it's me?
You're sick.
You think
I'm the Nighthawk?
I don't know.
You think I could do that?
You think I could do
those things?
This is so fucked up.
I need a drink.
I thought
you gave up drinking.
Yeah.
Babe, like you
quit smoking?
No, I gotta
get out of here.
I can't fucking breathe.
For Christ's sakes, clean
this shit off the wall.
Why don't we talk a little bit
about your father?
We haven't broached
that subject yet.
No.
It's important, Roslyn.
No.
I don't want
to remember that, okay?
Well, if we're to make
any real progress,
we're gonna have to deal
with this at some point.
Oh, l--
I don't want
to talk about it.
The first time
I was four years old.
I remember his--
his hands around my--
my throat,
pressing and choking and--
"You can't tell anyone.
It's our secret.
Do what Daddy tells you.
Open your mouth.
Spread your legs.
You can't run because
I'll always be there."
"Daddy, I don't want
to do this anymore.
I don't want to play
this game anymore
'cause it hurts.
Please stop, Dad.
Please just stop.
I want my mother.
I want my mother."
That's all.
I just want my mom.
I feel like
I'm going insane.
Let's switch gears here
for a moment,
uh, talk to you
a little bit about Cole.
Has he ever been
violent towards you?
No.
Never hit you
and never raised
a hand to you-- nothing?
Oh my God.
What the hell
is this, Roslyn?
I swear to God
I didn't do this.
God damn it, you got
this job because of me.
What the hell have you
been doing here?
Beth, I swear to God,
I did not do this.
Jesus.
You've got to
get a grip, Roslyn.
Beth, I didn't
do that.
Look, this Nighthawk thing
has everyone on edge.
You just have to concentrate
on getting the job finished, all right?
Beth, I didn't do that.
Please, Roslyn,
I'm asking you to get a grip.
- Beth.
- Please do not let me down on this.
Beth, I didn't do that!
It's not me.
It's this fucking place.
What are you
talking about?
Why don't you tell me
why paramedics
brought that woman here
the other night. Tell me.
What woman?
Blonde,
cut up really bad,
brought here
the other night
by paramedics.
I sent her to County.
We haven't had anybody
like that at County.
And there isn't a paramedic
in this state that would bring anyone here
because they know that this place
has been closed down.
Jesus Christ.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Kimberly Wallace.
And then?
And then?
Oh my God.
Every woman that was murdered
was a patient here in this hospital.
Cole was looking
at their files.
He saw their names,
their addresses.
Okay.
Marling's on his way
over here.
You called him?
Yes, I called him.
What do I tell him?
I can't tell you
what to do, Roslyn.
You have to decide
that for yourself.
Why do I come up here
and talk to you?
You're fucking useless!
Your husband?
That's a hell
of a story.
Where are
the other files?
I'll go get them.
Wait a minute.
I need to make
a personal telephone call.
Can I use the office?
Yeah.
I'll be right back.
You think it's me?
You think I could do
those things?
Is that my file?
That looks like you had
more than a paper cut.
Where did you find that?
It was on the desk.
I took a peek.
Call it professional
curiosity.
Look,
we spoke
to your husband.
He checked out.
He never mentioned that.
Well, maybe he didn't
want to worry you.
Does he know about
your mental history?
I don't understand.
Mrs. Hanniger,
I have battered wives
and hysterical mothers
and vengeful daughters
all convinced
that they know who
the Nighthawk Killer is.
I don't know
whether it's fear
or paranoia or spite,
but I don't have
the time or the energy
to follow up
on all these stories.
And quite frankly,
an allegation from a woman
with a history
of mental illness
and a juvenile conviction
for manslaughter--
well, I'm just not sure
how that's gonna help me--
or you,
for that matter.
I mean,
it's all in here.
You were admitted
to this hospital
for a psychiatric
evaluation
and then later transferred
to a state mental facility.
Okay!
Go home to your husband,
make up with him.
It's for the best.
It really is.
The thing is,
Mrs. Hanniger,
you had access
to those files too.
Tell me about the conviction
for manslaughter.
It's all there.
It's all there
in my father's file,
right there.
I want you to tell me.
It was my birthday.
September 3rd,
my 1 0th birthday.
What happened?
I don't want to play
Daddy's special little game anymore
because it hurts.
I don't want Daddy
to kiss me on my mouth
and make me sticky.
I don't want him
to lift up my dress
and tear off
my panties.
There must be somebody
who can make him stop.
Roslyn.
No, Daddy. I don't want
to play that game, no.
Roslyn.
Mommy.
Mommy, help me.
Roslyn.
Roslyn.
No. No.
Mommy, help me.
No Daddy,
I don't want to.
Mommy, help me.
The door is now
half open, Roslyn.
Whatever else
is beyond it
will find a way out
sooner or later.
Before Cole,
I never thought
there could be anything
other than sex with a man.
He taught me how to love.
He's not a killer.
Even the cops say he's not.
I love my husband.
Let me out of here,
you piece of shit.
They have you
listed as--
Motherfucker!
They have you listed
as Jane Doe.
So why don't you
tell me your name?
Fuck you.
Well, there's a whole
chart on me.
All it says is
that you're a woman
age 25 to 35,
blonde hair,
green eyes.
That's all
we have on you.
So why don't you
fill in the gaps, hmm?
Okay well,
I've been here before.
You have?
Oh really?
Yeah, there is a whole--
there's a whole file on me.
Bitch.
Well, if there's
a whole file on you...
Hi.
What are you
doing here?
I'm covering your shift.
You have the night off.
It was Beth's idea.
She was supposed to call you.
Hmm.
I mean, are you--
are you sure?
Yeah, I'm positive.
Go enjoy your evening.
You're gonna be
okay though?
Yeah, there's plenty of work
to keep me busy.
Come on.
You're kidding me.
Come on.
That was delicious.
Thank you.
We should be able to talk
about things, you know?
Like what?
Like--
Iike what's going on
inside your head,
Iike how you feel.
You know I love you.
I love you too.
But that's not
what I meant.
What?
You don't know what's
real anymore, do you?
Well...
whatever it is
that's going on
inside your head,
it's destroying
our marriage.
I had a fairly normal
childhood, Roslyn.
You know that.
And I've tried
to imagine
what it must have
been like for you.
But they're your
nightmares, not mine.
I can't make up for
what happened to you.
But whatever it is
that's haunting you,
you gotta deal
with this now,
before it's too late
for us.
Roslyn.
I'm sorry, what?
You were daydreaming.
What were you
dreaming of?
My mother.
She died,
what, 1 3 days after
you killed your father?
Yes.
Tell me,
what is your earliest
memory of her?
Do you recall?
I remember watching her
one evening
in the hallway.
She was in her bedroom
brushing her hair.
She had
the most beautiful
Iong blonde hair.
I wanted
hair like that.
And what else
were you thinking of
as you watched her
brush her hair?
I wanted her dead.
I wanted her dead.
Why?
Because she was a woman.
Because she could
understand how I felt
each time
he touched me...
but she ignored me
when I screamed
for help.
She just--
she walked away.
Did you know
that the Nighthawk
also chooses women
with a common
characteristic?
Each of his victims
share a similar feature.
They all have
blonde hair.
Mommy,
you're hurting me.
I won't hurt you if you
keep up with me.
- Where are we going, Mommy?
- We're going on a journey, okay?
No!
Where are you
going, Mommy?
To the car.
Mommy, where are you
taking me?
Come on, Roslyn.
Oh shit.
No.
What are you
doing, Mommy?
Mommy!
Mommy, no!
Mommy!
No. Mommy,
what are you doing?
Oh shit.
Mommy, stop it.
Mommy, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Stop it.
I don't like
this smell, Mommy.
No.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I don't want your children
to suffer like you did.
It has to stop here.
Please, no.
No. Help!
Mom, don't!
Mom!
Help me!
Help!
Why did your mother
not want you to live?
I got out.
I got out
of that car.
Yes yes, you did.
But look at the scars
it left,
the deep
psychological scars.
You still haven't
told me why,
Roslyn--
why your mother
wanted you to die.
Stop it.
You can tell me.
Stop it!
Remember our
breathing exercises.
What are you doing?
Breathe breathe.
No.
No?
All right,
then I'll tell you.
- Stop it.
- It's because she knew, didn't she?
- Stop it.
- She knew what you would become.
She knew that you
would carry on
the cycle of abuse.
The abused becomes the abuser.
Isn't that right?
- Please stop. Please stop.
- Yes.
You see,
you must never be allowed
to have children.
Please stop.
No, please.
Please don't.
Stop.
No no no no!
No no!
I want my baby!
What's going on, Roslyn?
Where have you been?
The psych ward.
The psych ward?
Do you want to tell me
what you're doing with this file
and with blood
all over it?
You're supposed to be
filing these away, not ruining them.
Why do they call him
the Nighthawk?
What?
Why the Nighthawk?
Because of the way
he kills--
to the back
of the neck.
You're scaring me
with this shit.
What were you doing
up in the psych ward?
Your hand.
I cut it
peeling potatoes.
Maybe you would change
the dressing for me?
It's this place,
isn't it?
It must be creepy
at night.
But if it's
any comfort to you,
if you go up
to the fifth floor,
at least the psych ward doc
will be around.
What?
Dr. Diaz-- the doctor
I told you about.
He's actually going to
turn up tonight,
start with
the psych ward records.
Dr. Diaz?
No. Dr. Clement.
Doctor...
Dr. Clement.
Dr. Irvin Clement.
I told you you weren't
supposed to be
Iooking at those files.
That's where you got
that name.
It's the doctor that admitted you
to the psych ward
when you were a kid.
He had an unorthodox way
of dealing with his patients.
What are you
talking about?
He was killed.
One of his
psych ward patients
stabbed him in the head
with a scalpel.
He was alive for days
fighting for his life.
What are you saying?
Have you been talking
to Cole?
Roslyn!
Roslyn!
Shut up.
Did I frighten you?
What do I do?
...violent killer.
Bodies were all found
in the same neighborhood,
so he's someone
in the area.
A psych ward patient
stabbed him in the head.
Dr. Clement.
Fuck!
No no no no!
Why do they call him
the Nighthawk?
...bring anyone here because
they know it has been closed.
Useless!
Roslyn!
What's with the tape
recorder?
Why do I come up here
and talk to you?
You are fucking useless!
No no!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
No no!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
- I want my baby!
- I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
- I want my baby!
- I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
I want my baby!
Oh.
Oh God.
Oh God.
It's Emma.
She's dead.
It's Dr. Clement.
He's here.
What the hell
are you talking about?
Just listen to me!
It's Dr. Clement.
He's here.
He wants to kill the woman
that did that to him.
The woman who did what?
The blonde psych patient.
This is insane, Roslyn.
I'm getting out of here
right now.
Don't you see?
They were all patients, Beth.
No, the stairwell.
We've got to get out of here.
Beth!
Beth! Beth.
I have to destroy
the files.
Somebody's finding them
from the records.
Oh my-- my God.
Roslyn.
I trusted you.
We both trusted.
Both been betrayed.
I trusted that woman
and she took
everything from me--
everything.
The abused
becomes the abuser.
Hmm?
What are you doing?
I'll drop it.
I swear I'll fucking
drop it!
And I swear to God
you will never--
you will never know
who she is.
On the other hand,
go to hell.
Help!
Ros!
Get back.
Ros, Ros, come on.
Ros.
Come on, Ros.
The fire, which has now been
blazing for two hours,
is thought to have started
in the old disused incinerator.
Firefighters from all over the city
have been called in...
So far no casualties...
Well, that's one way
to handle your paperwork.
Ros.
It's getting cold.