(TIRES SQUEAL)
You need a hand,
Mr. Newell?
A head, Dr. Coburn.
I have finals tomorrow.
You should have
called in
And asked
for a substitute.
I thought of that
all the way over here.
Is it quiet up there?
Listen, I'd like
to steal an evening
and spend it with my son.
Will you be
all right alone?
Let's see.
I left a number
with Marion,
But if you don't
have to call...
You have a good time.
MARION: Four.
Hi.
Hi.
Six.
Eight. Ten.
Ten enough?
Twelve.
And 12.
I wrote a number down
for Dr. Coburn.
It's right
by the phone.
Anything?
Not a creature
stirring.
Let me know how
you like the coffee.
It's a new brand.
Good night.
Good night.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
(RINGING)
Crisis Clinic.
Newell speaking.
MAN: Newell, huh?
What have you got
against barbers?
It depends
on the haircut.
Well, I'm a barber.
Your name, please.
Rudy.
Rudy Leachman.
Your age, please,
Mr. Leachman.
Ah, come on.
What's age got
to do with it?
I bet you're one
of those guys who think
barbers got pension plans.
(RINGING)
Would you hold the phone
a moment please?
Mac, where you going?
There are some
things you ought
to learn about barbers.
Crisis Clinic.
Newell speaking.
WOMAN: I have to talk
to somebody.
BARBER: You know, there are
11,000 barbers
in this country?
Hold the phone
a moment, please.
Well, I'm one
of the best.
Cutting hair
is an art.
Sir...
That's right. I said an art.
I suppose you think
barbers never shut up.
Well, it's
a two-way street.
I'm going to have to
call you back.
I've got somebody
on the other line.
Would you please
give me a number?
You ought to
hear the things
people say.
They ought to be
ashamed.
Hold the phone
a minute.
Wait a minute. I stood
next to my chair
listening...
I'm here now.
You can talk to me
if you like.
WOMAN: What did you say
your name was?
Newell.
N-E-W-E-L-L.
Alan Newell.
May I ask
who's calling, please?
Does it make
any difference?
You know my name.
Why shouldn't
I know yours?
Now, what do I call you?
Please?
Stupid.
Not you. Me.
Just call me stupid.
Why, miss?
Missus.
I planned everything
except the car keys.
What if they
don't find them?
It's a brand-new car.
Maybe there's something
I can do about that.
I could mail them,
I suppose,
But I don't have a stamp,
And I can't go out now,
even if I did.
I want Mark
to have them.
How old are you?
I'm just trying
to get a picture.
You know, it makes it easier
if I can kind of
see the person.
I'm 30.
An old 30.
Look, miss...
Missus.
Why can't we be
sociable,
And I call you missus
but Mrs. what?
Ah, you're well trained,
aren't you?
I beg your pardon?
Talking
to disturbed people.
Are you disturbed?
BARBER:
Why don't you say
something, mac?
WOMAN: Not anymore.
That's good.
Very simple cure,
Mr. Newell.
Just hold out one hand
and pour yourself
the right kind of pills,
Then open your mouth
and swallow.
BARBER: Hey, speak,
will you?
Ain't you got
no point of view?
Do I understand
that you're
Thinking of taking
barbiturates?
WOMAN: You do not
understand me.
Well, I'm glad of that.
I am not thinking
of taking barbiturates.
I have taken barbiturates.
I am checking out,
Mr. Newell.
Except for
these damn keys.
I don't know
what to do about them.
I could have them
picked up.
Good night, Mr. Newell.
I mean, goodbye.
No.
Oh?
I want to talk
to you.
I mean, I need
to talk to you.
Didn't you need
to talk to somebody
just a moment ago?
Well?
Now I need
to talk to somebody.
What kind of psychology
is that?
I'm not
a psychiatrist, lady.
I'm a student at the U.
I come up here
one night a week.
I sit by the phone,
when the phone rings,
I answer it.
I'm a volunteer.
BARBER: I got
another reason...
You understand that,
lady?
You understand
the irony of that?
On the most important
night of your life,
When you need somebody
who really knows,
You had to pick me?
BARBER: how I cut
their husbands' hair.
Ma'am?
Ma'am?
WOMAN: I heard you,
Mr. Newell.
I need a cup of coffee.
The pot is
just over there
On the other side
of the room.
But if I go get it,
will you...
Will you stay
on the line?
Will you promise me?
Just please promise
to stay on the line
Till I get
a cup of coffee.
I might.
I might not.
Just hold on one second,
And I'll get some coffee.
BARBER: Ain't you got
no point of view?
Come on, speak,
will you?
Mac, are you still there?
Look, mister,
I've got an emergency
on our other line.
Please give me
your number.
Forget it, mac.
(HANGS UP)
FEMALE OPERATOR: Operator.
May I help you?
This is Alan Newell.
Crisis Clinic.
Got a woman
on our other line.
Maine 2-1454.
One moment, please.
Yes?
All right.
Go ahead, sir.
ALAN: Got a woman
on our other line.
She's taken pills.
I need an emergency trace.
Would you hold
the line a minute,
sir?
I can't.
I'll lose her.
How long
will it take?
Sir, that depends on
where the call's
originating.
Get a hold of
a Dr. Joe Coburn.
Mutual 2-4530.
This is Operator 43,
Unit 3.
Emergency.
I need a trace incoming
to the Crisis Clinic
at Maine 2-1454.
Maine 2-1454.
Make it
as fast as I can.
ALAN: Hello.
WOMAN: How's the coffee?
Marion, she's
the secretary here,
She makes
the hairiest coffee
in the world.
You sound nervous.
It comes through, huh?
(LAUGHING)
What the hell are
you nervous about?
Because I don't know
what to say to you.
I mean, up here
they give us lectures
On how to handle
people in trouble.
We're supposed to gain
their confidence.
They call it rapport.
It's just words.
Look, lady,
You sure
you wouldn't just...
Just tell me
where you are?
Your voice has
a nice ring to it,
Mr. Newell.
Thank you again.
Goodbye.
Wait a minute.
Please.
Yes?
Why?
Why did you pick today?
What went wrong?
Isn't that funny?
Nothing, really.
I just didn't have
anything to do.
ALAN: What?
My boss
didn't come back.
I didn't know that.
I didn't know
that, though,
Until I got to work
this morning.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Mail.
Oh, thank you, Tom.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Mr. Hampton's office.
RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Hampton
for you, Inga.
Go ahead, sir.
HAMPTON: Hello, Inga?
Hello, Mr. Hampton.
Inga, I won't
be coming in today.
The skiing's great, so
we've decided to stay.
Call Mrs. Hampton's
mother.
Tell her we'll make
that dinner next week.
Tell her the kids
are having a ball.
Everything okay?
Yes.
Remember that squeak
in your chair?
Well, I worked it out.
I did it myself.
Great. You're sure now
there's nothing important?
No. Everything's fine.
The ski bus is
outside, so...
Yes. See you tomorrow.
Hi, Jinny.
Oh, hi, Inga.
When can we
have lunch?
Oh, you remember Marvin?
He just called.
We're going to have lunch
at the Windjammer.
He just bought
a new 30-foot sailboat.
You don't mind, huh?
(RINGS)
Good morning.
Price and Hampton.
He's not in.
I expect him back at 3:00.
May I help you?
Just a moment,
please.
INGA OVER PHONE:
So I spent the morning
labeling keys.
I have excellent
handwriting, you know.
I even won
an award for penmanship
in secretarial school.
Now, look,
are you trying to tell me
That just because your boss
didn't show up this morning
You decided
to kill yourself?
You don't understand.
Well, I'm trying!
It had nothing
to do with him.
I just wanted
to keep busy
So I wouldn't
have to think.
About what, Inga?
Who told you my name?
You did, just now,
When you were telling me
about you and Jinny.
You're trying to figure out
where I am?
From the name Inga?
I shouldn't have
told you about the office.
You might try and trace me.
What do I know
about tracing?
I'm not trying
to trick you.
How do I know that?
You'll just have to
trust me.
Inga?
What?
What time did you take
the pills?
Why do you care?
Never mind why.
I care.
But why?
What kind of question
is that?
A perfectly
valid question.
Why should you?
Why shouldn't I?
See?
You don't know why.
Okay, okay,
I don't know why.
Does everything
have to have a reason?
How about
what you're doing?
I mean,
I ask you why. Eh?
What do you tell me?
Your boss
got hung up skiing.
Well, lady, that's one
hell of a good reason
to kill yourself!
Okay, okay. Stop hollering.
You're hurting my ears.
Where is that man?
(BUZZES)
An emergency trace.
Maine 2-1454.
The call's coming
through the Jackson
Switching Station
Out by the airport.
We'll have to
send a man out there
to complete the trace.
Thank you.
(RINGING)
Your busy night?
Just hold the phone,
please.
Crisis Clinic.
Newell speaking.
WOMAN:
In tracing your call,
We find it's coming
through an outlying
switching station.
We're sending a man out
to complete the trace.
Then tell him to hurry.
Look, this lady may
drop the phone
any minute now.
Come on, please.
On your call
to a Dr. Coburn,
Mutual 2-4530
is busy.
We'll keep trying.
Get a police car
out there
And tell him
I need him. Hurry!
I'm sorry.
Where were we?
Who was that?
A drunken barber.
We get a few like that.
And not all barbers.
Why were you so brief
with him?
Well, when I say drunk,
I mean, he was...
You're not brief
with me.
Why, you're not
a drunken barber.
But you do disapprove
of what I'm doing, right?
Look, I'm not going to
judge you, Inga.
I can't.
I only got three rules.
I never play cards
with a guy named Doc,
I never eat
in a place called Mom's,
And I never let them know
when they got me scared.
(LAUGHING)
I wish I'd met you under
different circumstances.
Let's make
the circumstances.
Just tell me
where you are,
And I'll jump in my car,
and I'll be right over there.
Okay.
Okay, Inga.
It bothers me.
The idea of your dying
bothers me greatly.
You're silly.
Don't let it.
Aren't you afraid?
Not at all.
I feel wonderful.
I recommend it.
What kind of pills
did you take, Inga?
Think I'm going to
tell you?
I already took them.
It's done.
There's nothing more
to talk about.
At least
give me a reason.
Help me to understand.
What went wrong,
and I don't mean
this morning!
INGA:
I don't even know you.
ALAN: Maybe it's better.
Maybe it's easier.
(HORN HONKING)
Hi, Ma.
Hi, honey.
Want to help?
I'm going to watch
Captain Jupiter with Pete.
It'll be on
in five minutes.
Okay. I'll call you
for dinner.
Hi, Mrs. Dyson.
Hi, Pete.
Mark?
Honey!
Shall I make us
a drink?
Where are you?
Mark.
Are you all right?
Get away.
What is it?
It's a check for $263
From a lawyer
in Portland.
What does a lawyer
in Portland
have to do...
Where's Chris?
He's outside.
Why?
The check is for him.
His father
remembered him.
Do you remember
his father?
He remembered Chris
to the tune of $263.
Oh, my God.
Oh...
Mark...
It happened before
we were married.
I mean, I...
I was 18.
Mark...
I love you.
He's not my son.
Christopher is not my son.
Oh, my God.
Premature birth.
12 years you knew,
And all this time
You let me call him son.
Why?
I didn't know
what else to do.
Why?
How could you do that?
Because I saw you
together.
He thinks
I'm his father.
But you are h...
Here's his father!
$263, a name
on a will...
Who was he?
Nobody.
Who was he?
Mark, please, he's dead.
What about you?
Where are you going?
How can I
stay here?
You married me
with another man's
baby in you.
Mark, please,
don't throw away
12 years.
What are you going
to tell that boy now?
Tell me what to do.
A person owes things,
the truth.
A person doesn't
just put a thing
like this aside.
A person owes
the truth!
I'll do anything.
Please...
That's not fair.
That boy's not...
Get out of my way!
Don't leave me alone.
Hey!
Hey, lady!
DOCTOR: No more medication.
15-minute rounds.
Yes, Doctor.
Her husband's outside.
I'll get him.
How was your walk?
I went to the church.
Did you inform
the congregation?
What are you
trying to do?
It's very obvious,
isn't it?
I came here
to talk to you.
What do you want
to talk about?
My lying? My cheating?
Or should I apologize
for not dying tonight?
Mark.
Don't go.
Please.
It's not like visiting
a sick friend, is it?
Hey, Mark.
What are we
going to do?
Doctor says
you got to stay
here a few days.
You know what I mean.
Oh...
I'm sorry
you got gypped.
How many other things
about you don't I know?
Ohh...
Wow.
What am I supposed
to do now,
forget about it?
Or bring flowers.
Yes?
Maybe?
Maybe in time,
A man could forget.
Hmm?
Nobody else
has to know
about it.
Chris doesn't know.
That counts,
doesn't it?
(COUGHS)
Maybe we could
just go home
And start
all over again.
Hmm?
What the hell
kind of rules
do you go by?
Do you think
not getting caught
in a lie
Is the same as
telling the truth?
Ohh.
Oh, Mark.
I don't know how
to help.
(SOBBING)
Oh.
Gee.
Look at this.
I've made myself cry.
(SNIFFS) Well.
(OBJECT DROPS)
Inga?
Inga?
(INGA BLOWING NOSE)
I just had to
blow my nose.
Tell me
where you are.
Why are you so kind?
It's not natural,
you know.
I'm not kind.
Then how come you sit
by that phone?
On-the-job research.
I told you,
I'm a student.
Three units in
applied psychology
and a term paper.
That's why I sit
by this phone!
Hey, you going to
write about me,
The nutty broad
who killed herself?
(LAUGHS)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Hello.
(MUSIC PLAYS)
Hold on.
It's for you, Art.
Yeah.
Yes, Mr. Turow,
this is Foss.
Yes, sir, but...
Well, from where I am
to the Jackson Station,
It's a good
20 minutes' drive.
Jimmy Rouse lives
just a couple blocks
from the station.
He's about as fast
on step equipment as...
He's not home.
Yes, sir.
Right away, sir.
Look, honey,
The boss wants me
to go out on
an emergency trace.
I'll be just
a little while.
Tommy will
take you home.
(SIREN WAILING)
WOMAN: I'll tell her
to print it in her newspaper,
that's what I'll do.
(LOUD LAUGHTER)
Inga,
what's that racket?
What are you doing?
I turned on TV.
Would you say
that's significant,
That the last thing
I'll ever hear
is a laugh track?
Who are the people
who do all the laughing?
Age 30.
Yeah, this one is for real,
Dr. Coburn,
and she's full of pills.
I'm getting nowhere.
I need help.
Previous attempt,
Golden Gardens Beach.
They would have
taken her to
King's County Hospital.
Alan.
Dr. Coburn, please.
She asked you
a question.
Alan.
I don't know, Inga.
I guess it's a job.
Yes, to who am I
speaking, please?
Sergeant Ward,
this is Joe Coburn
at the Crisis Clinic.
Yes, the phone company
told you of our problem?
I wonder how much they
get paid for laughing?
Yes, would you check
your records, please.
Anything on
a suicide attempt,
Golden Gardens Beach?
Woman age 30.
First name Inga.
Married name
unknown.
Husband's first name
Mark.
Mark.
I thank you,
Sergeant.
You know,
Some of those people died
since they recorded
those laughs,
But they go right on
laughing.
Right?
To tell you the truth,
I've never given it
much thought.
Mmm...
Me, neither.
The worst thing
we could do at this point
is bring in a new voice.
My voice.
You want to kill her?
You want that
on my conscience?
This calls for
a psychiatrist.
Not me.
You must be doing
something right.
You've held onto her
since 7:46.
If I speak to her
on this phone,
she'll hang right up.
Don't be afraid
to talk about her dying.
Right now
her capacity for dying
Is a hell of a lot bigger
than our capacity
for letting her.
That's it.
You're the doctor.
The time is 8:00 p.m.
This is KOB 385,
KOI 362.
Seattle police.
1-2-7.
Hold the line, please.
OFFICER 1: 1-2-8.
1-2-9.
129 clear.
Would like to have
a copy at...
Okay, 1-2-9.
We have a suspicious
black Ford without
a license plate.
Yeah, I think I saw
that one earlier.
I believe the license
was Adam-Frank-Mary 801.
Will you get me
a make on that?
Adam-Frank-Mary 801.
Pellegrini.
Put Peters on this.
He's just coming
on duty.
Use red light
and siren.
315, are you clear
from that
vandalism call?
OFFICER 2: 315 to radio.
Come in, 315.
Yes, the little boy,
the tricycle,
and the mother
Are all reunited.
All is well.
Received, 315.
You're clear.
Sergeant says
red light and siren.
Right away.
(SIREN WAILING)
OFFICER 3: 324 clear.
What's holding up
that phone trace?
We got the exchange
in three minutes flat,
But the call came
from an outlying
station,
Jackson 9.
A man's
going out now
to check it out.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
OFFICER 4: 322. We'll be out
of the car a minute.
It'll take an hour
to get an answer from Olympia
on the car license.
Harry, you mind if
I mess around
a little?
That's a patrol
emergency.
It's out of
your jurisdiction.
Give me Maine 2-1454.
I just went
off duty.
I can cruise around
the Jackson area.
And if Peters gets
a make on the car,
who knows?
Hi. Go ahead.
MAN 1: Which way?
MAN 2: Directly
in back of you.
What's with him?
All of a sudden,
he's a volunteer.
I don't know. He's fighting
with his old lady again.
He hates to go home.
Yeah. Dr. Coburn,
Sergeant Ward.
Your woman's name
is Inga Dyson.
I've got a man
on the way out there now.
Thank you, Sergeant.
I'm not going
to be able
to tell much
With that racket
going on.
See if you can
get her to turn off
the television set.
Let me have
her respiration
when you get something.
(TELEVISION PLAYS)
ALAN: Inga,
can you hear me
through that noise?
Yes.
Is there
a remote control
on that TV set?
Yes.
It's getting
harder and harder
to hear you.
Would you mind
turning it off?
Hello, this is Dr. Coburn
at the Crisis Clinic.
Would you please check
your admittance file
on Mrs. Inga Dyson?
Suicide,
approximately 15th May.
That's better.
I'd like to know the name
of the doctor, please.
(AIRPLANE WHOOSHING)
Inga, what was that?
What?
Did I just hear
a plane?
Come on, Alan.
Why can't I reach you?
Hey, don't be upset.
You did fine.
I want it this way.
I just can't imagine it,
though.
My own death, I mean.
Here I am,
feeling numb,
Things getting dark.
And I'm not scared.
That's foolish.
Inga, you are
running out of time.
Now, you can't be
that certain
That this
is what you want.
Aw, don't sermonize,
Alan, please.
That won't help.
It never does.
Mark thought it would, too.
You know where
he took me
Just two days after they
let me out of the hospital?
To church.
I sat there like
a bad little girl
Who had
just been spanked.
With my son
and my husband.
We were the picture
of togetherness.
PASTOR: Trust in the Lord
with all your heart.
And do not rely upon
your own insight.
In all your ways,
acknowledge him,
And he will make straight
your paths.
It is inviting shipwreck
for life and soul
If we try
to be a ship
Without a pilot.
For Christ
is our pilot ever,
And his words
our compass, too.
The church,
the open harbor
To worship him anew.
(ORGAN PLAYS)
Lord of
the everlasting hymns
Aboard the boundless sea
Will last through
all the shards of pain
To put our trust in Thee
There's punch
and cake inside.
People are asking
about you.
Why did you
bring me here today?
What was supposed
to happen?
This is a place
of faith.
Of hope.
I brought you here
because I thought
it would help.
How?
And which one of us?
Both of us.
Well, did it?
Did it help?
Have you forgiven me,
Mark?
Well, I haven't either.
I haven't forgiven me
for...
12 years.
I know how bad
it is for you.
But, sweetheart,
it's worse for me.
I did it.
Have you any idea
how evil I feel?
How am I going
to stop feeling evil?
Is that
some kind of answer?
You asking me
to feel sorry for you?
It doesn't go
that way.
(SIGHS)
They already passed
the collection plate.
The boys are iced up
and ready to go.
Bad timing, huh?
When are you
coming back?
It's a big ocean.
CHRIS: Don't you guys
want cake?
As soon as we get
to Cape Addington
And we fish
our limit,
I'll be back.
See you, Inga.
Bye, Dad.
Her respiration's
way down.
Half an hour,
if that long.
Inga?
If you don't tell me
where you are,
You'll be dead
in 30 minutes.
Maybe they're right,
the people who believe
in another world.
Maybe this isn't
the end.
There's always that chance,
isn't there?
It's the end of Inga.
I don't care
what anybody believes.
You believe me now,
right this minute.
Inga, you are something...
All your own,
just like I am.
Something that's never
been on this earth before
In all these
millions of years
And something that will
never be here again.
Well, hooray.
Lady, you are arrogant.
You are...
What am I doing
wasting my...
You gave her to me.
You can't live with yourself
because you made a mistake?
What the hell
gave you the right
to expect you wouldn't?
Oh, boy,
I really needed this.
Who the hell are you,
Miss America?
She dances,
she smiles,
she's nothing.
Well, you got
a little messed up.
So, welcome to the club.
Now, listen.
You're her last
link with life.
She'll break it
right now
Unless you stop
moralizing.
Who's there with you?
Alan, I heard
another voice.
I don't know what
you heard, Inga,
But we are alone.
Hey, gee. You know what
we just had?
Our first fight.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Good evening.
Is Mrs. Dyson home?
No.
Would you
step outside
a moment, please?
Chris, you go back
and watch TV.
Any idea
where she is?
She called about 5:00,
Asked me to stay
with Chris tonight.
Said she might drive
down to Portland. Why?
Mr. Dyson,
where do we find him?
Oh, he's gone.
Where?
Hecate Strait.
He left this afternoon.
He's probably all the way
past Victoria by now.
He's a fisherman.
Skipper on the
Provider II.
And he'll be gone
two, three weeks,
depending, you know.
Where does
Mrs. Dyson work?
Price and Hampton.
That's
the contracting firm
on Jefford.
What happened?
Did she leave a note
anywhere around the house
Before she went
to work this morning?
What kind of a note?
Suicide.
Oh, no.
What kind of a car
does she drive, ma'am?
All cars stand by.
All cars.
Request to locate
a Buick
station wagon,
Light tan, 1964,
With a plastic
sunflower on the aerial.
Repeat. Buick
station wagon,
Light tan, 1964,
Plastic sunflower
on the aerial.
This vehicle may
have been used
To transport
a missing woman,
Mrs. Inga Dyson
of 142170th Northwest.
This woman
is presently
at an unknown address
Where she has ingested
an overdose
of sleeping pills.
This is
a request to locate.
Pellegrini,
call the Coast Guard.
Request emergency pickup
on Mark Dyson.
Left Ballard
this afternoon
on Provider II.
He should be off the
north tip of Whidbey Island
by now.
Yes, sir.
Mick, get Peters over
to that contractor's
office.
She may be
calling from there.
Already done.
Line's busy.
Down to 12.
Her respiration
is down to 12.
20 to 22 is normal.
Your respiration
is down to 12, Inga.
Oh, good.
20 to 22 is good.
12 is not good.
Not good for you.
Great for me.
You keep trying
to make a contest
out of this.
Cross my heart
and hope to die,
I mustn't tell Alan
where I am
Because that would be
losing the game.
You better lose
this game, Inga.
Don't you ever get tired
saying the same
things over and over?
What do you
want me to do?
Say, "Okay, kid,
if you want to get
out of it, go ahead?"
"I'll sit here and keep
you company like a slob
while you die"?
Can't you just
have your coffee
and be sweet?
I can't.
Don't you
understand?
I can't just
give up like that.
Why?
What stops you?
You.
Me?
It seems I care
what happens
to you, Inga.
Oh, Alan,
you're a very nice man.
Nice.
This is no time
for nice.
Nice is for
Saturday night,
And I'm not
your date.
No, you aren't,
are you?
What if you were,
though, Alan?
Would things
have been different?
Would you have been
able to forgive me?
Mark almost did.
Just yesterday.
He almost forgave me.
I kept remembering that look
on his face in the church
When he left me.
I was afraid
when he came back,
It would still be there.
I tried.
God, how I tried
to make it go well.
I bought the softest,
whitest outfit I could find,
Little gloves and all.
I spent an hour
making sure
My eye make-up
was just right
Before I went
to the pier.
Mark tried, too.
We even managed
to have a little fun
the way we used to.
Alan, we came so close.
Hey!
Is it still
a big ocean?
The biggest.
Was it Pacific?
Yeah, I'd call it
the Pacific Ocean.
Chris says
welcome home.
How is he?
He's lonely.
I hope you didn't go
and fix a big spread.
I did.
Wine and candles.
I have a new recipe
for candles.
I thought
we'd do the town
with Charlie and Edna.
Charlie said there's
a new one of those places
just opened up.
Charlie,
what's that place
with the...
Oh, the Go-Go House.
Yeah. What is it?
A what?
A discotheque.
Discotheque.
CHARLIE: We'll pick up
Edna on the way.
Am I dressed for it?
Charlie,
is she dressed for it?
(GO-GO MUSIC PLAYS)
Oh, wow!
I don't believe this.
I believe it.
Believe it.
MARK:
These two come here
all the time.
It's great
for the
circulation.
Oh, dear.
What's he doing?
What's he doing?
He wants you
to dance with him.
Get out there.
Oh, no!
No.
Come on, Inga,
let's do it.
Get out of here.
I can't...
One time.
No.
Come on!
Yeah, come on,
try it.
No, I can't.
You're chicken.
Come on, Edna.
Really?
(MUSIC STOPS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(UNZIPPING)
You didn't really want
to come home tonight,
did you?
The funny thing is,
I did.
I'm sorry, Inga.
I'm sorry.
Look, Doctor,
don't you want
your story told?
We'll rush the film back,
catch the 10:00 time slot.
She may be dead
before your 10:00
time slot.
Just let us set up
right over there.
I want to take
a few shots with
her on the phone.
The camera won't make
any noise, honest. Please.
ALAN: Wiggle your toes.
Go on. Wiggle them.
INGA: They don't wiggle.
You bet they don't.
Can you move your legs?
They feel like anchors.
Just think,
no more bresfiss dishes.
ALAN:
No more "breakfasts."
That's you,
isn't it, Alan?
You stay in there,
don't you?
You just keep punching.
Sometimes I give up.
(STIFLED YAWN)
What now?
You want to hear
a joke?
Yes. Tell me where
you're calling from, Inga.
Nah, no.
A good one, really.
There's this drunk, see.
And he's staring
at an ugly lady
on a streetcar.
He's staring
and he's staring.
She's trying to
ignore him, see.
Finally, he says,
"Lady, you're the
ugliest lady I have
ever seen in my life."
And she turns to him
and says,
"And you are the drunkest man
I have ever seen in my life."
And the drunk says,
"Yeah, but, lady,"
"In the morning,
I'll be all right."
(INGA LAUGHS)
You're not laughing.
It's not funny.
Alan...
Yep.
Laugh for me.
You must be kidding.
No, I'm not.
I want to
hear you laugh.
Uh, come on now,
Inga.
Please.
Please.
Laugh for me.
(LAUGHING)
Stop it, Alan!
Stop it!
Okay.
Now you are going to
have to help me out
Because I'm stuck.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Where's Price
and Hampton?
Third floor.
Anyone else here?
Just the janitor.
Anything wrong?
Any possibility
a Miss Inga Dyson
could still be here?
Everybody leaves at 5:00.
Who's using it?
We keep a line open
to the board room.
It's down the hall.
Yeah, honey,
they're having
a big meeting
In here tomorrow.
(HORN HONKING)
Ridley to radio.
MAN: Radio.
Al? Art.
I just got here.
I borrowed a bike,
and I ran out of gas.
Yeah.
Bay 201,
Repeater 176.
All right.
I'll call you right back
at the test port.
Look...
I'm losing her,
right here in plain sight
of everybody.
With all the experts,
surrounded by experts,
I'm losing her!
INGA: (DRAWLING) Alan?
What time is it?
It's 8:21.
Checkout time,
8:40, right?
That's just a guess.
21 from 40.
It could hit you
any second, too.
It could come up
behind you
And grab you right
in the middle
of a sentence.
Oh, wouldn't
that be a laugh
If I ended a sentence
with a preposition
And didn't have time
to correct myself?
Very funny.
Oh, aren't we grim.
This is not
my happy night.
Look, I don't just come
and go with people,
you know.
I don't have
many friends,
And when I lose one,
I feel rotten.
Yeah, but just think.
Tomorrow morning
on campus,
You'll be a celebrity.
You can tell them
all about this stupid...
About the what?
About the unlocated
overdose I talked to
For a little while
tonight?
You know,
that's what the police
will call you tomorrow.
You will be
on the blotter.
"Unlocated overdose."
That's all.
No history to it,
no love, no beauty,
Nothing about
how sad you are,
what you want,
What you're
doing it for.
No name, Inga.
Unknown and turning cold.
So tell them what?
That I let you go,
That we talked,
and I let you slip
through my fingers?
Maybe I can
make it up to you.
A few simple words,
"Come and get me, Alan."
Maybe you could use me
as a lesson.
Look, Inga.
And please
get this straight.
I'm up to my ears
in lessons.
I've been taught,
long before I picked up
this phone tonight.
I've been taught.
So lessons, I don't need.
Understand?
Good people, I do.
You've watched the walls
close in on you. Me, too.
You've been ignored
or studied
Out of the corners
of people's eyes.
Me, too.
You've been suffered
and tolerated. Me, too.
Okay?
Times are bad.
Things stink.
The world's a cinder
in your eye,
But what is
the alternative?
Now, I ask you, Inga,
what in God's name
is the alternative?
Every time I breathe,
every breath I take,
every gulp,
It's like it's got
bubbles in it.
It's heady.
Why can't you
reach out and
hang on to me
And feel what I feel?
Why can't you
come into my world?
Oh, God...
Where were you today,
Alan?
This morning,
when I left the office,
After my boss called.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)
The poor bird
can't fly.
Is he hurt?
I don't know.
I'm afraid
to find out.
Well...
He seems to be all right
as far as I can tell.
He has
a white eye.
Oh, that's just
his eyelid.
I wouldn't
touch him
if I were you,
Because you could
catch something.
I tell you what.
You stay here
and take care of him,
And I'll go
get something, okay?
Okay.
I'd like some brandy,
please.
Any particular
brand?
Well,
I know you're gonna think
this is ridiculous,
But it's for
a bird.
What's ridiculous?
Well, he's
a very sick bird.
Okay, we got brandy
for all kinds of birds.
We got brandy for, uh,
hoarse canaries.
We got brandy
for tired sea gulls.
We've even got...
I think a pint
would be enough.
Lady, even for an eagle,
this is too much brandy.
I'll take
just the pint,
please.
Okay. $2.50.
You don't care
if something dies?
(GRUNTING)
Ohh!
Chris!
Chris!
Chris!
Hi.
How come you're
not at work?
Oh, I just took off.
I brought you
some cold fruit.
Okay.
Uh, what do you do
around here every day?
Nothing,
just mess around.
I like to look for boats
from other places.
You see any?
A couple.
Something wrong?
No.
Hey, come on,
Chris!
Where you going?
We've got a game, Ma.
Oh.
Hey, Chris!
For the road?
No, thanks.
Oops!
Would...
Would you take this
home for me?
Sure.
Ma, you want to
come watch the game?
I can't.
What?
See you later.
ALAN: Okay, Inga,
he gave you the boat.
Then what did you do?
Where did you go?
Inga, can
you hear me?
INGA: The water's
full of coins.
What? Are you near
the water, Inga?
For every coin,
someone made a wish.
For every wish,
I wonder.
Listen to me, Inga...
There just wasn't
anywhere to go.
I even tried
to get arrested,
But everyone
looked the other way.
Oh.
Is this where
I was before?
What hospital is this?
Well, what hospital
were you looking for?
Does a Dr. Van
work here?
Dr. Alden Van?
Yes.
He left last week.
I believe
he was transferred
to Los Angeles.
Would you like to see
the resident on duty?
Yes.
Please.
Dr. Morris, please.
Uh, he's
eating dinner.
Oh.
Do you want to
sign in?
Look, I just want to
talk to somebody.
Well, can't it wait
a few minutes?
No.
Would you ask
Dr. Morris to come
to the desk, please?
The doctor will
be right here.
Hello.
Oh, hello.
What's the problem?
Oh, listen, I'm sorry
I spoiled your dinner,
But, you see, well...
Well, I think
I'm going to pieces.
I have a husband, and I
can't seem to reach him.
And my son,
well, he's very young,
And he's playing
baseball someplace,
And I really
have nobody.
Oh, God! I know this
sounds like it's something
For a lovelorn column,
But, honestly,
I feel very, very strange.
Do you want to
commit yourself?
Well, I don't know.
How long would
I have to stay?
I can't tell you that.
It could be two days
or two months.
Oh, no, I couldn't possibly
be away that long.
Anyway, I don't want to
be around crazy people.
I just want
somebody to talk to.
Well, maybe I
can suggest...
Dr. Morris, you're
wanted on the line.
Hold it for
just a minute.
Maybe I can
suggest somebody
for you to see.
No! No, no, no!
You don't understand.
I need somebody now.
I'm terribly sorry,
but, you see, there's
nothing I can do
Unless you sign in.
But, gee, I just want
somebody to talk to.
I tell you what, I'll have
the nurse draw up
admittance papers.
She can admit you
if you want, okay?
But you decide.
Nurse,
make out the papers.
I'll be up to see her
as soon as
she's settled in.
Excuse me.
Listen,
I just want somebody
to tell me
What's happening to me.
Hello, admitting.
How do you spell
that last name,
please?
All right.
All right.
It's got to
be one of these
two switches.
MAN 1: At least two gross,
wing-collar model.
MAN 2: Going that well,
huh?
MAN 1: Can't keep them
in stock.
Let's try this one.
ALAN: So you decided
to show them.
Is that when
you took the pills?
INGA: They were
hard to swallow.
At first, I didn't
think they were
going to stay down.
They looked
so harmless, Alan,
Like you had
the biggest headache
in the whole world.
Crisis Clinic,
Newell speaking.
I have to
talk to somebody.
Inga, talk to me!
Inga!
(INGA BREATHING HEAVILY)
Mmm.
Go ahead, baby.
Go ahead and die.
Let it go. You
never liked it anyway.
Go ahead and kick it!
If love were enough,
I could drag you back.
I could reach
through this phone
and drag you back,
But it isn't enough.
You're going to have to
want to come back
All by yourself.
Look, I'm dried up.
I'm tapped out.
I'm done!
So you choose.
You choose right now,
or, so help me God,
I'll hang up this phone!
Goodbye, Inga.
No, don't!
Don't leave me.
(RINGS)
Police department.
Hold the line,
please.
Sarge, got a request
to locate.
They traced
the calling number.
Sergeant Ward.
Get me the exact address
as quick as you can.
305 toward
the airport, Nick.
Shoot Peters and
Ingert out there, too,
just in case.
And have fire standby to
dispatch an "A" truck.
(RINGS)
Fire department.
Sea-Tac Airport,
overdose of pills.
We'll be there
immediately.
(ALARM RINGING)
DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
All cars, standby.
All cars,
on the request to
locate Mrs. Inga Dyson,
Her call has been traced to
the Hyatt House Motel
on Pacific Highway.
Countdown, Inga.
You've got eight minutes
at the outside.
Okay.
You sound far away.
I can't hear you, Alan.
What did you say?
I said
I love you, Inga!
I love you,
too, Alan.
(RINGING)
Hello?
If there's such a thing as
memory where I'm going...
Oh, no!
Then I'm going to
remember you.
(LAUGHS) You're not
going anywhere.
You're going to
stay right here
with the rest of us
In this lovely,
lovely, lovely land
of the living.
She's in a motel,
200 rooms.
She's not calling
through the switchboard,
And she's
not registered.
Impossible.
Well...
Kick down the doors.
Tear the place apart.
Find her!
They'll try.
The manager's
waiting for them now,
but it takes time.
You take that wing.
MAN: Hey, everybody's
under arrest!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Oh, excuse me, mac.
Come on! Come on,
open it up.
ALAN: I'm going to make
an educated guess.
You went to a motel,
didn't you?
INGA: (EXHALES) Oh...
Too late.
How did you check in?
Did you register?
Inga?
What name did you use?
Name?
What name?
Yes?
Last one?
Right. Right.
Excuse me.
It's okay. It's okay.
What...
What the hell
is going on?
It's okay. It's okay.
(RINGS)
Hello?
Hang on.
They checked every
room with a single
registration, nothing.
Did you register in
someone else's name
as man and wife?
I don't remember.
Try Mr. and Mrs.
They say it could take
another half hour.
Are you on
a ground floor?
No.
Inga, just give me
the room number.
(INGA SIGHS)
Inga!
Give me
the room number.
The room number, please.
It's on the telephone.
Look on
the telephone.
Inga, please!
Ohh.
Inga.
Inga?
Help me,
Alan.
Please, Inga.
Please.
The room number.
Please, Inga.
Inga.
Mr. Dyson?
MARK: Inga?
Inga, it's me.
Honey.
Please say something.
Honey,
It's me.
She doesn't answer.
She can't,
Mr. Dyson.
Alan.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
(DOOR CRASHING IN)
OFFICER: Hello?
Are you still there?
Is anyone
on this line?
Hello? Answer me.
This is the police.
Hello?
Hello.
We've got her.
She's still
breathing.
(CALL DISCONNECTS)
MARK: What happens?
Where will
they take her?
Officer, would you take
Mr. Dyson to county?
The officer will take
you to the hospital,
Mr. Dyson.
I'll call you
as soon as I can.
I'll let you know
how she's doing.
I'll make new.
(CHUCKLING)
Man, I feel good.
I'll go
down to county,
see if I can help.
You'll be
all right alone.
You want to meet her?
No.
So long. Good job.
Thank you.
MARION: Two.
Four.
Six.
(ULULATES)
(LAUGHING)
Eight.
Ten.
And 12.