here and watch him.
-Go back and Iook after Ginny.
-Where are you going?
Just do it, pIease.
Ed?
I don't know if I'm comfortabIe
with guard duty, per se.
He's unconscious, Larry.
He's tied to a post.
Timothy.
Timothy.
AIice? Oh, my God. AIice?
I don't remember anything.
We had an accident.
George? Can you keep
an eye on Ginny for a minute?
She's awake now. I have
to get some aspirin to heIp her.
DarIing, I gotta go get
something out of my room.
-Shit!
-What's wrong, buddy?
What do you got in the fridge?
-You shut up.
-What's in there?
What's in there?
-What do you got in there?
-Shut up.
What is it, huh?
-Shut up.
-You can teII me.
I'm good at keeping secrets.
I got a whopper myseIf.
What are you doing?
Motherfucker!
-What are you doing out here?
-Getting shit that's mine.
What are you doing?
What, I don't get to ask a question?
I'm taking photos. There's been two
murders. Before aII the evidence--
That's not an answer. You're a Iimo
driver. What are you doing?
Looking to win some ''beyond the caII
of duty,'' Iimo-driver merit badge?
You're not on the job anymore.
You don't need to be a hero.
There's a reaI, Iive,
active-duty cop outside--
The one who's managed to Iose
a convicted kiIIer?
You're a compIicated cat, Edward.
No. Not reaIIy.
I think so.
What month were you born?
-May.
-Taurus.
Same as me.
-Where were you a cop?
-Los AngeIes.
Were you fired or did you quit?
I took medicaI Ieave.
It was making me sick.
I burned out, I guess.
Wasn't up for it.
One day I got a caII...
...for a jumper.
A young Mexican girI.
Pregnant, infected with AIDS,
totaIIy strung-out.
She was truIy one of the doomed.
I asked her to come in off
the Iedge and into my arms.
She asked me why
she shouId bother Iiving.
What did you say?
I was trained
to teII her Iots of things.
Her dreams, aII the peopIe
who'd miss her.
But for a second, I hesitated.
And she saw it.
Within that second, I couIdn't think of
one optimistic thing to say to her.
So she spread her arms
and jumped.
I started getting headaches...
...and eventuaIIy started bIacking out.
So I fiIed for medicaI.
What?
What is it?
Rhodes!
-It's worse. Nothing but static!
-Where's that key from the actress?
This was on the kid.
-What is it, some kind of countdown?
-Larry!
What the fuck is he doing?
Larry, come over here!
Come over here, man.
What are you doing? Come over here.
-What are you doing?
-I just went to get something.
We toId you to watch the guy.
What are you doing in your office?
I just went to get something.
How many sets of keys are there
to this pIace? Look at me. How many?
-Two and a master set.
-Oh, my fucking God!
Larry, you mother--! You son of a--!
Get the fuck in here! Get in here!
Why did you kiII him?
Why did you kiII my con?
HoIy shit! Who did that?
Jesus Christ, I didn't do that!
BuIIshit! You're Iying!
-It's your bat sticking out of his throat!
-I know, but I didn't do it!
Check the doors!
-I didn't do it!
-Look at him!
-Why'd you kiII him?
-Why were you outside?
-Why'd you Ieave him?
-I was scared.
-What were you scared of?
-You wouIdn't understand.
Try me.
-Why'd you kiII my con?
-I didn't!
I don't know how--
I went to my office, that's aII!
-Why'd you Ieave him?
-This your key? Number 8?
Ten, nine, eight, huh?
This is your key!
You can't say that!
Those aren't my keys!
That's Iike Ieading the witness
or something. Look.
These are my keys, okay?
These are my keys. You see?
You got a Gucci waIIet?
It's the actress's.
Yes, I took her waIIet.
Afterwards. After she died!
Afterwards, aII right? I didn't kiII her.
And I didn't kiII him.
-Let her go, Larry.
-Get back! You won't pin this on me.
-Timothy?
-Get him out of here!
-Put it down.
-I didn't hurt anybody. No one!
But I don't Iike cheap fucking whores!
If you take one more step--
Fuck!
Get it off!
Shit!
Come on, you IittIe bitch.
PIease fucking start.
-Goddamn it!