Trick or treat!
Here.
Grrugggh!
Rrreghhh!
Ha ha ha ha!
There you go.
Thank you. Thank you.
Go to this house.
Let's go on the next block.
What about this house?
[Ring ring]
[Ring]
Major bummer.
Told you-- they never do.
Shut up.
[Ring ring]
[Ring]
I hate to bother you, Dr. Rainer,
but we have a situation.
Right.
Sheriff rivers-- Mitch--
says to say that you owe him one.
Heat's a killer, huh, doc?
My grandmother, she, uh...
Hated Indian summer.
Her tribe believed
that a man's shadow would come alive
and wrestle with his soul.
She used to say that, uh...
No one was safe until the first snow.
Pretty weird, huh?
Mitch finally made sheriff, huh?
Yup.
[Camera snapping photographs]
Hot enough for you, Jake?
[Snap]
I want you to look at something.
Meet the wardens.
Fred warden--
president, warden properties group.
500 thou a year.
Darla warden--
bought things for a living...
Many, many things.
Somebody had quite a ball in here.
So?
I'm not interested.
Not yet, you're not.
They have an 18-year-old daughter sylvie,
or had.
No sign of her yet.
[Wailing]
And a 9-year-old son by the name of Tim.
He's why you're here.
Attaboy.
Just relax there, Tim.
No one's going to hurt you.
Just give me that knife.
I just want you to give me the knife.
All right, Tim?
[Screeching]
That's not going to work.
He's autistic.
Mm-hmm.
I'm retired.
Quit, you mean.
Get the restraint, Phil.
I know, but he's armed.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey.
All right.
Hey, Tim.
You are the next contestant
on I want that knife.
Now let's just see
if you understand the rules, ok?
Tattoo, you want to tell him the rules?
[Imitating tattoo] Da rules, boss?
What rules?
Tattoo, remember the rack.
Oh, yes. Yes, the rules.
It's too late for the rules.
It's time to introduce our new challenger: Bruce.
Tell us something about yourself, Bruce.
Well, I love underwater ballet
and I love voguing and tennis
and old Ethel merman records.
I love my rottweiler Rodney
and I love the movie Spartacus.
Bruce, would you like to meet Tim?
Tim,
Bruce.
Bruce, Tim.
Ho!
That's a helluva knife you got there.
We got a drawerful of playing cards somewhere.
Find them.
Go get some cards.
Would you like to start playing the game?
Tim, you go first.
Ok, ladies and gentlemen,
the fabulous...
The wonderful...
The beautiful...
Tim.
All right. He's a little shy.
Let's give him a round of applause.
Come on.
There you go.
Ok.
Do we have an attitude problem?
Come here.
Gag me with a spoon.
Let's go.
Jake.
Yo.
Ok.
Now this is the story of this queen...
And...
These four Jacks.
Now, she would hide her Jacks...
All throughout the kingdom.
Then the king went away...
Campaigning,
pillaging,
plundering.
And then the queen would call her Jacks
up to her bedchamber.
Now...
You give me that knife,
and I'll give you...
This deck of cards.
That's all you got to do to win.
It's ok, kid.
You're safe now.
Timmy. Tim.
Timmy.
Oh, Timmy.
Tim, baby, look what I got.
He likes the spinning.
Thank you.
I'd been at the mall.
When I got back,
Tim was standing
in front of my parents' door.
The way he was rocking,
I should've known something was wrong.
Iran in.
There was blood everywhere.
He just kept stabbing them.
Who, sylvie?
I don't know.
He was turned away from me
leaning over the bed.
I didn't think.
I just jumped on his back.
I remember the knife coming out of his hands,
the way it fell--
so slow.
And then he slammed me against the wall.
That's all I remember.
Did you see his face?
No.
Did you recognize him?
Do you have any idea who he was?
I got a dress.
Beg your pardon?
At the mall.
I got a new dress.
It's the maid's day off.
Gardener's in town buying plants.
Coroner says it's not the boy.
He's too short, too weak.
Angle of the blade's all wrong. Besides,
he's doing one helluva imitation
of a garden salad inside right now.
I wouldn't give up my day job. [Chuckles]
Yeah.
[Laughs]
Maybe it was his sister.
She whacks herself on the head,
drags herself in the closet,
passes out from loss of blood, hmm?
I saw rain man, Jake.
That little boy has got a picture of the guy
all locked up in his little brain.
I have an eyewitness.
The only problem is he's not talking.
Got any 3s?
[Sigh]
Go fish.
Any 68?
Heh.
I wouldn't count too much on that kid.
It's not the kid I'm counting on, Jake.
Ok.
I'll take a look at him,
but you call in harlinger.
Hi.
Hmm.
Well, come on, kid.
You're hurting my feelings.
What are you seeing in there?
[Door opens]
He's clearly catatonic--
a result of the extreme shock.
Primitive attempts to force
or cajole him out may lead to disaster.
Any of Dr. Rainer's shenanigans
will simply send him deeper into withdrawal.
Shenanigans?
Perhaps permanently.
What shenanigans?
This should draw him out quite effectively.
I'll be going now.
We'll find out
what you have hiding in there.
Hey!
I'll send you the bill.
What about the girl, Jake?
She's young.
They need help.
Rene harlinger knows exactly--
oh, screw harlinger.
They need you.
So, what do you think, counselor?
You think I should just walk up to this kid
and say, "who hacked up your parents?"
Hmm?
This kid doesn't speak on a good day.
And he's just been through a real...
A real trauma,
and the memory of it
is going to be buried very deep.
Push this kid too much, he'll shatter.
All right.
You won't take the case--
fine, but don't bullshit yourself, rainer.
It's not the boy you're protecting.
What do you think-- robbery gone wrong?
Cash left in the house.
Guy comes in,
takes out the parents.
Let's the boy and girl live?
Nah. Something else.
Aw, man.
Old apache proverb--
watched pots never boil.
Ha ha.
Take care of the kids?
Mother was an orphan.
Father had an uncle in Madrid
and his sister in Memphis.
Both were jumpy about the boy's condition.
[Telephone ringing]
I set up temporary accommodations.
White magic.
Hmm?
Oh, god.
Those cuts are deep.
Whoever did this was strong, bear,
had, uh, passion.
[Beep beep]
Real strong.
Ok. Got your napkins in your lap?
There you go.
Well, go on, honey.
Eat up. It's good.
I'm glad you got some sleep.
You look a lot better.
I want to thank you for everything, Carol.
It's nothing, sylvie, really.
[Moaning]
It's ok, Timmy. Take it easy.
Oh. He doesn't eat anything round.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I can...
Make something square.
That's ok.
[Quieting]
How come we have to eat peas?
Today nobody has to eat peas.
How about that?
What's wrong with him?
[Sigh]
[Moaning]
[Screeching]
Timmy!
Timmy.
Shh shh.
Shh.
Shh, Tim. Timmy.
Shh shh.
Timmy, shh.
It's ok. Shh.
Isn't there someplace else
you'd rather go, miss warden?
No.
[Loon calls]
Timmy.
Tim.
Timmy.
Tim.
So, I said to him,
"Harry, I'm leaving you.
"I'm a desirable woman
"in the prime of my life.
I'll find a man who appreciates me."
So I packed up all my stuff
and moved into the pool house.
I'm thinking of putting an ad in the personals,
maybe get my hair done.
If you were me...
Would you have sex on the first date?
Dr. Rainer.
Hmm?
[Toy piano jingling]
I want you to play this note for me, Marcus.
That's right--
that one right there.
Yes, that's right.
Can you play one more time for me?
Here we are, Timmy.
Timmy, look, there's Adele.
Come and sit by me, Timmy.
Adele, look who's back.
See you later, buddy.
How you doing, honey?
You having a good day?
There you go. There you go.
Woman: You want to take out your blocks?
Eeeeh.
Isn't that nice?
Pick up this for me.
Pick it up.
Here's something for you.
Here.
"Autistic child drowns."
He ran a group home.
Martha's gone.
I'm done.
You cure her yet?
Sure. I told her
she'd be crazy not to be crazy.
Can I charge her for that?
He wants to use some drug called lorazepam
to make Tim talk.
I checked the library.
It's got all these side-effects,
like massive respiratory failure
and inhibition.
What the hell is--
disinhibition.
It's like, uh... A massive breakdown
of someone's psychological defenses.
But that's my point.
Don't people need their defenses?
It could make him psychotic.
Dr. Harlinger knows exactly what he's doing.
I'm absolutely sure
he can administer this drug.
You worked without drugs.
You had a group home.
I don't work with children anymore.
I've been out of the field
a long time.
I'm sorry.
You know, I figured out something about death.
It's contagious.
I know that sounds crazy, but...
It's like when people you love die--
you feel like you should have died, too.
You don't want anybody to know that you survived.
No one.
He can keep the toy.
I have a patient coming.
Jake.
Telephone.
Hurry.
[Screeching]
I'm sorry. I can't allow visitors.
The boy must learn that acting out--
I'm not a visitor.
I'm his doctor.
The girl agitated him
before the needle came near him.
She provides for him.
If he gets better, she has no purpose--
open the door, Rene.
This is what brought on tragedy the last time.
You mean well, Jake, but you go too far.
Aah!
Tim.
Tim, shh. Shh.
It's ok. It's ok.
It's all right. Your sister's here.
We're gonna get you out of this right now.
Tim, relax.
Be careful.
Tim.
There we go.
Tim, Tim.
Tim.
Tim. Tim.
Tim, stop.
Tim.
Shh.
Shh shh shh.
Shh.
Shh shh.
Shh. Shh.
Shh.
Hi, Jake.
Miss warden, hi, how are you?
So...
Couldn't just take him when I asked you.
I'm taking it now.
Ok.
But I need some answers.
I'm hitting the wall on physical evidence.
There's no usable prints on the knife,
not even a measly tire track.
So get me a murderer, Jake,
or I'm gonna have to use harlinger's magic potion
on that boy.
Come on.
Here we go.
Uhhh!
Welcome home, Dorothy.
This is very high functioning.
But he doesn't show emotion like normal people.
He hardly even laughs or cries.
He'll never get things for you
unless he knows you really well.
He basically just does what he wants.
What about sounds?
He's a great mimic of music and words,
but he only copies things.
It's like it's never really him.
Sylvie...
I don't understand why I can't stay.
Sylvie...
What do you know about autism
autism is a...
Pervasive development disorder,
usually from birth,
a perceptual cocoon forms around the child,
trapping him in his own private world.
That's very good.
Nobody knows what autism is.
Nobody.
2,000 years ago,
autistics were worshipped as gods,
and 300 years ago,
they were burned at the stake as witches.
Now we treat them with drugs
and therapy.
I knew an autistic girl once who could create
the most unbelievable sculptures.
She couldn't button her own shirt.
There are autistics
who can play entire sonatas
after hearing them only once.
Nobody knows.
Nobody knows what autism is,
ok?
Ok.
Now that we don't know what it is,
I'll tell you how it works.
Tim...
Bring me the cards.
See? He won't do it. He doesn't know you.
Tim, honey, bring me the cards.
Thank you.
Go play. Go sit down.
Many autistics like cards.
They like numbers.
They like music.
Anything in sequence.
Ok, now...
Let's say that this 10
is your memory
of what happened that night at your house.
You have 100 different ways of getting to that memory--
the smell of pumpkins
or the creak of a floorboard.
But not Tim.
For Tim, the only way to get to that 10,
that memory,
is through the 9.
The only way for him to get to the 9
is through the 8,
and 80 on, and 80 on, and 80 on.
That's what Tim remembers.
The ace--
the beginning of the chain--
now...
What is Tim's ace?
It could be a sound, it could be an image,
I don't know, but that's my job.
He doesn't like strangers.
He hardly notices them.
That's why you can't stay.
Tim and I have to figure out a way for us to relate,
to become friends.
Now, I'm going to give you some phenoral.
Take it twice a day.
It'll help you with the panic...
I'm fine.
And the nightmares.
How did you know?
It's what I do.
[Grunting]
Shh.
Tim.
How you doing?
Is something wrong?
No.
I had a dress like that once.
The piece de resistance.
Did you know that every great relationship
begins over food?
Did you know that?
[Humming]
Something is missing ah!
[Spraying whipped cream]
♪ I just got up from no sleep at all 4“
♪ I stared at the ceiling a“
excuse me.
♪ I talked to the wall ♪♪
Great spot.
You know the owner,
or do you have to have reservations?
What the hell are these?
These are therapy bills.
Is this a quiz?
Why didn't you tell me
Darla warden was a patient of yours?
Well, because therapy is confidential,
even if they're dead.
I thought you knew that.
So she won't care.
It's not relevant.
It happened over a year ago.
I saw her a couple times.
Goddamn it, Jake!
Ok.
She was having an affair.
You didn't think that was relevant?
I hate to bust your bubble, pal,
but half the women here are having affairs.
She tell you who the guy was?
No.
Let's just cut the self-pity.
From now on in this case, what you know, I know.
You got it?
Dr. Rainer!
I'm sorry, Dr. Rainer. It's Harry.
He says he wants a divorce!
And I love him.
Poor Harry.
Dr. Rainer!
I'll get rid of her.
I'm sorry, Dr. Rainer.
Martha, you don't have a session today.
I need to talk.
He said he wants me to move out.
Martha, I do have a patient I'm seeing right now.
I never, ever expected him to take me seriously.
He wants me to leave.
He's very serious.
You should talk to him.
I just thought I could talk to you.
You would know what to do.
Hi. Where's Tim?
He's in the barn.
I moved into the pool house,
you know that?
Timmy!
Oh, my god.
Timmy!
Oh, baby.
Baby, are you ok?
Are you out of your mind?
What's going on here?
You're supposed to be helping him, Jake!
I wasn't sure you were coming.
I took him home to change after his class.
I do need your help.
Well, for starters, it's not the cards.
It's the voices.
What voices?
Rail family, please proceed to table 11.
Manager to the floor.
Hello.
We'd like a table for two, please.
Your name?
Mizelle. M-i-z-e-l-l-e.
Ok. Thanks.
Uh, sylvie...
What exactly are we doing here?
Wait a minute, Jake.
Jones, party of three.
Please proceed to table 9.
Table 2 needs a set-up.
Busboy to table 2, please.
Down.
Martin, party of 4, table 10.
[Imitating hostess] Martin, party of 4,
please proceed to table 10.
Did you get to any of the games?
You are all at the wrong table.
We're just finishing right now.
They called our name.
Table 17, you're at the wrong table.
Please move to table 6.
We're at the wrong table?
This is ridiculous.
Today only,
free hard-shell crabs for all our guests.
Yay! Yay!
What the hell's going on?
Ah, who knows?
Special--free pitcher of beer for each male.
Come on up to the bar.
Well...if we could find some help here.
Why don't you push off?
We'll just stay here while you eat.
Main cashier, please report to the manager.
Come on, Timmy, come on.
I sometimes wonder if Tim has a voice of his own.
He's got a voice.
How come he never uses it?
Well...
Most folks only see the biology of autism.
They see it as a problem with the brain wiring.
Well, what do you see?
I think autism is a kind of great,
overpowering fear of the whole world.
There's a boy in here.
I just think he's trapped behind a wall.
I think the fact that he's trapped
makes him terrified.
Take his not fetching things.
That's just his fear of surrendering his will.
And not using his voice.
For Tim, it's safer
to be other people rather than himself
because when you use your own voice,
it's an expression of who you truly are...Inside.
You never really know what will set him off,
except for this one thing--
TV shows.
It's called echolalia.
Look! Up in the sky!
It's a bird! It's a plane!
He'll never do it with a stranger.
Steve Austin, a man barely alive,
we can rebuild him.
We have the technology.
What?
You never heard of the six million dollar man?
No.
That's before your time.
Uh...
There's a signpost up ahead.
Next stop, the twilight zone.
[Humming twilight zone theme]
Space-- the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.
Ah-choo!
Can I help with something?
It's under control.
I'll help make the salad.
You and Jake seem to be working well together
all of a sudden.
I don't know.
He runs 80 hot and cold.
I really don't get him at all.
Could've fooled me.
Oh, god, I'm sorry, syl.
I know what you think,
but I'm not really not interested in Jake.
It's just that I feel like
he's the only one that can help Tim.
And if he can't, they might take him away from me.
Good to see you, Jake.
Everything ok?
I'm fine, Jake.
Go on.
Child: I almost got it.
Watch out.
Try to get it now.
Try and get it.
Not one single suspect.
What about the lover?
Dead end.
Well, I don't think two sessions
is a hell of a lot
to base a psychological autopsy on.
Why don't you give it a shot anyway?
Ok.
Darla warden was extremely well-groomed.
She was very sexy.
Yeah, I knew you guys thought about that stuff.
She was suffering
from a chronic, low-level depression.
She didn't have any close friends.
No extended family.
She talked a lot about her children.
She also talked a lot
about her dependence on her husband.
Freddie--
owned his own company,
secretary of the pta.
That's all I got.
Want a beer?
Darla warden
presented her husband as ideal.
Yeah.
Near perfect.
Nobody's that perfect, Jake.
No. I'm saying
she presented him as perfect.
Yeah, so? What does that mean?
Well, when someone goes to therapy,
they give you a picture.
Often, that picture's made up of the same lies
that they tell themselves.
The real question is,
if Darla thought he was 80 perfect,
why the affair?
What you're saying is she didn't love him.
You love your wife?
Of course I love my wife.
So what's upsetting her?
What?
Could it be you?
Jake, that's personal, all right?
That's my point.
All families have secrets.
That's the smell of ghosts.
You're gonna have to tell me what went on in here, kid.
Where's mommy?
Come on.
Show me where your mother is.
Good.
Now...
Where's daddy?
Where's daddy, Tim?
Where's daddy?
On Nick at nite, tonight at 9:00.
Tim, show me something.
Come on.
Come on, Tim,
I've had about enough of this from you.
Goddamn you,
stop this rocking this instant!
Tim.
[Banging]
Tim.
Tim!
Uhh...
[Grunting]
I'm going to tell Mitch
that I regressed the kid back to that night,
and he didn't see anything,
you know, that he covered his eyes.
You're quitting again, Jake.
Everything else is just words.
Karen, listen--
don't.
You're the one hiding from the world, Jake,
not Tim, you.
You're overidentifying
with the problems of this child.
Don't you dare psychoanalyze me, you bastard.
Oh, god.
God, Jake, what happened to you?
I pushed too hard.
I pushed too hard with Billy.
Billy's suicide was a tragedy,
but you didn't kill Billy.
The truth didn't kill Billy.
I lost him.
You have to push.
"I think I can."
Isn't that what you used to say?
It's not that simple, Karen, ok?
Go on, then.
You act like you died with Billy in the lake.
Well, take the final step!
I'm sorry.
You have to commit, Jake.
That's all Tim needs,
all I need.
I want you to talk to me, Tim.
What happened that night? What did they say?
Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything.
Oh, my god, he's got a knife.
Please don't hurt me.
Oh, god, I'm bleeding!
Don't let me die!
Please! Don't kill my wife.
Leave my children alone.
Tim...
Somebody must've said something.
I'm going to cut you.
I want all your money, or I'll kill you both.
Sylvie: Ow! Shit!
Karen!
Ow!
God.
Karen!
All right, honey, this is going to sting a little bit.
Here we go.
Just be still.
I thought I'd warm up on the swings.
I didn't even think.
We should've had those swings fixed.
I'm such an idiot!
I didn't even look.
Pass me the gauze.
Yes.
Oh, goddamn.
[Man's voice] Goddamn.
[Man's voice] God damn! You fuck!
Oh, Jesus!
[Woman's voice] Oh, no! Oh, my god.
Stop, please!
[Woman's voice] I'll kill you, you bastard!
I'll kill you!
[Woman's voice] Oh, god, let me die now.
Sweet god, let me die.
[Younger woman's voice] Let go! Let go!
Who is that?
That's my father.
Who's he talking to?
What's he angry about?
I don't know.
Ok.
[Woman's voice] Oh, no. Oh, my god.
Stop, please!
Is that you talking?
Uh-uh.
No.
Then who?
That's my mother.
She's frightened.
Maybe she sees someone coming in,
the man with the knife.
[Woman's voice] I'll kill you, bastard,
I'll kill you!
My mother again.
Maybe she's trying to save my father.
Maybe she's trying to stop him.
[Woman's voice] Oh, god, let me die now.
Sweet god, let me die.
Sylvie.
My mother!
My dad was... My dad was dead!
She wanted to die!
[Younger woman's voice] Let go! Let go!
That's me.
I think--i guess that's when I came in,
tried to get the knife from him.
Ok. And what about Tim?
Was Tim in the hallway the whole time?
Did he come inside the room with you?
Did he run away?
Sylvie, he got the knife
after you went down.
Stop! Please, stop!
I'm really tired.
Your father was raging at someone.
Who was he angry at?
Who did you ever hear him be angry at?
When did you ever hear him behave like that?
I don't know!
[Man's voice] Goddamn! You fuck! Oh, Jesus!
Come on, syl.
I can't do this anymore!
[Man's voice] Goddamn! You fuck! Oh, Jesus!
Please!
Syl, help me out here.
Goddamn.
[Man's voice] Goddamn! You fuck! Oh, Jesus!
Stop, please! Just stop!
My father wasn't raging!
He didn't rage!
Listen to his voice.
Of course he was!
What else could he be feeling?
I think someone killed my parents
while they were having sex, ok?
What happened in there?
What happened in there, kid?
Why didn't you get hurt?
It's just too awful to imagine.
I had a criminal procedures guy
who used to say
put yourself in the place of the victim--
laying there, touching,
warming up to each other,
and then...
I mean, that can't be coincidence.
Somebody must've wanted to find them in bed.
Must've waited.
A lover or--
You should wear orange.
Man in the woods without orange,
liable to get himself shot.
What's up, doc?
You tell me.
Nothing. Decided to come out here
and, uh...
Clear my head,
get a little practice.
What were you thinking, Mitch?
You think I was just going to keep quiet,
that I was going to cover for you?
Ok, Jake.
We were on and off for about a year.
Women in town...
They see a cop, man in charge,
they want to be rescued something.
Over the years,
I've done my share of rescuing.
Usually once or twice,
that's it, you move on.
But Darla was different. She was something else.
Good is not the word, Jake.
It just got out of control.
In fact, we were together that same day.
Later on, the call came into the station.
I drove out to the house, and I...
I didn't kill her, Jake.
I was sleeping with her.
Ok.
And what else?
What do you mean, what else?
What else are you hiding?
I'm not hiding anything else.
I've been thoroughly professional.
No, this is not just professional.
This is personal.
This is murder.
You know more about her than anybody else.
You heard her say things nobody else heard her say.
You know things.
That's where your answers are going to be.
Jesus, chief, you scared me.
I thought everyone was gone for the night.
I'm looking at the effects again,
in case forensics missed anything.
Need some help?
Nah.
Go home. Get some sleep.
They'll still be dead tomorrow.
Alrighty.
This one is your sister.
This one's your mom.
This one's your dad.
It's late.
I made up the spare.
Want to play some more tomorrow?
Timmy, please stop it.
[Laughs]
What's this?
Mmm, that's Alvin.
When--when there were children around here,
I used to train the staff with him.
People will tell a stuffed animal
a hell of a lot more
than another human being.
Sit down.
Talk to him.
No. Uh-uh.
Why not?
It's good therapy.
Come on. He's only a bear.
Hi, Alvin.
I'm sylvie.
This is too hard.
You know your friend Jake?
Well, I can see he's in pain
and that he wants to help us.
Alvin knows all about me.
I want to help him, too,
but I feel like we're the same.
The only way we're ok. Is taking care of someone.
I want to take care of him.
I want to help him.
No.
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
I better have won something.
Jake, this is Mitch. I need you down
at the hospital right now.
All right. Calm down.
Relax. What's going on?
I'll tell you when you get here.
And bring the boy.
I'll be right down.
Bring Tim.
Yeah, I'll bring him.
[Dial tone]
I love you, too.
[Mozart piano concerto plays]
[Turns off music]
[Turns on music]
[Turns off music]
[Music plays]
[Turns off music]
[Turns on music]
[Turns off music]
[Music plays]
[Music stops
Sheriff.
Doctor.
That was a slight.
We're supposed to be hurt.
Harlinger: Sit down, young man.
Tell him to sit.
He doesn't follow commands, Rene.
Right over here, Tim.
Many autistics have unique
and fascinating abilities.
I'd like to demonstrate one
which I think you'll find revelational.
Revelational?
I don't think that's a word.
You said no drugs, doctor.
Oh, come on.
You know autistics like this can't be hypnotized
into remembering anything.
The most you can hope for sometimes
is changing their mood.
Will you hypnotize him into being happy?
Not precisely.
As we all know,
a key issue absolving the boy
was insufficient strength.
I won't allow this.
I spoke to the judge.
Don't do this!
I don't believe you're in charge here.
Autistics can show remarkable--
Jake! I need to see this.
Now, I'm going to count backwards
from five, Tim.
When I get to zero,
you will be perfectly asleep.
You understand?
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
Zero.
Can you hear me, Tim?
Can you open your eyes?
Sheriff, will you check the door
and confirm that it's securely locked?
Tim, the lights are going very dim.
It's getting very dark in here.
Wouldn't it be nice to get out of here,
out into the light?
It's so dark in here.
It's getting darker, Tim.
The light is almost gone.
You've got to get out of here, Tim.
The darkness is closing in.
Hurry, there's no time.
The light is almost gone.
[Click]
Get out now.
Aah!
[Crying]
Aah!
[Moans]
Stop.
I'll snap my fingers. You'll wake up.
I'm really impressed, Rene.
Really impressed.
You deserve the Marquis de sade award.
We know the boy's strong enough.
Ok, I'll give it to you.
Under certain extreme circumstances,
autistics can demonstrate...
Can I remind you that Houdini over here
had to hypnotize him into hysterics
in order to get him to do it?
The boy had no motive at all
to kill his parents.
We found semen stains on the sheets.
So what?
So the warden's had an active sex life.
As a matter of fact, I think the wardens
were about to get into it
when the killer showed up.
I said semen, but only semen.
There was no sign of the wife in the bed,
and...
We found these.
I found the negatives behind the picture frame.
I think that's motive enough for the boy, don't you?
It seems Fred warden wasn't using his wife
for recreation.
He was using his son.
You glib, cavalier son of a bitch.
I'll need to keep the boy here for a couple of days,
run medication in a controlled setting.
Rainer, you're welcome to observe.
You might learn something.
I'm going to arrest the boy.
What about the angle of the blade?
I can't figure that either,
but we'll give him harlinger's drug.
If he didn't do it, we'll know.
Mitch.
Mitch!
I'm close, and I can do this safely without drugs.
Just give me the day.
Come on.
The lake's pretty well iced up.
Maybe it'll finally snow.
There never was a man with a knife,
was there, sylvie?
No.
Did you really think
that you could protect him?
Right here!
Touching Tim...
Making him pose.
Tim must've hidden the knife under the bed.
My mother--
maybe she came in in the middle.
I don't know.
I tried to stop him.
I tried to get the knife away.
Are you gonna tell the police?
[Man's voice] I'll kill you, bastard!
I'll kill you!
[Woman's voice] Oh, god, let me die now!
Sweet god, let me die!
Well...
I guess maybe you can plead insanity, huh?
I'm sorry, son.
I'm so sorry.
Sylvie, it's time to go.
I cooked.
A toast.
Drink to us.
We're going to need all the luck we can get
from here on in.
And to you...
For being unpredictable.
You know something funny?
When you were first going to take the case,
I went and read up on you.
Here's to me...
Girl genius.
Bonsai.
Sylvie, enough now.
I mean harlinger...
All his medications...
Bet he would've had Tim talking in no time,
but not you.
I read about it in the papers.
You're old-fashioned.
You're a failure.
A quitter.
To Jake.
The quitter.
That's why I picked you, Jake.
I studied your credentials.
You were supposed to give it a couple a tries
and then just give up.
That's all you had to do!
Sylvie. Sylvie! Sylvie! Sylvie!
What will happen to him?
No one's ever gonna need you as much as I do...
As we do.
Stay with me.
Sylvie, listen to yourself.
You're not making any sense.
I knew you'd say no.
I'm sorry, Jake.
You know that medication you prescribed for me--
phenoral?
Well, I read about it
in your physician's desk reference.
It doesn't have any side-effects
unless it's mixed with alcohol,
and then it causes temporary paralysis.
For 30 minutes you're going to be a statue.
What else can I do?
I can just tell them
that you tried to seduce me.
So I ran out on the ice...
'Cause I didn't think you'd chase me there.
You fell in.
You got to save the people you love.
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
Hello.
Sylvie, sheriff rivers.
Hi, sheriff, what's up?
I, uh...
I need to talk to you. Can I come over?
No. No. I have to run to the store
to pick something up for myself.
Maybe I could come down there.
Come down here?
Um...
Ok?
Ok.
[Imitating rivers] Good-bye, sylvie.
Bye.
[Dial tone]
Tim?
Timmy?
Tim?
Tim.
[Knocking on door]
Come in.
Hi, sheriff.
Ms. Warden, what can I do for you?
You called. You said it was important.
Not me, young lady.
You didn't call?
No.
Sorry, chief.
Ms. Warden.
I'm short on the night shift.
Could you check the board?
Can you wait? I'll be right back.
Yeah.
I'll wait.
Ok, talk to me.
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
911 emergency.
Please state your business.
Emergency 911.
Surprise.
Now, drowning...
That's pretty original.
But the gun...
It's going to be harder to construct a story
about that one.
I think I'll manage.
I have no doubt that you will,
like you manage everything else.
You were always distracting me,
leading me to the voices,
cutting your hands...
King of hearts, that's your dad.
Queen of hearts, that's your mother.
The Jack, that's Tim,
and this one, the one that's always standing,
that's you.
[Man's voice] Goddamn.
Goddamn, you fuck!
Oh, Jesus.
That's the king, your father.
Just like we thought,
and he's right here on the bed
touching Tim.
[Woman's voice] Oh, no!
Oh, my god! Stop!
Please!
That's your mom.
You can actually hear the fear in her voice.
I don't think she's seen the killer.
I think that she's here,
accidentally walking in on your father and Tim.
[Woman's voice] I'll kill you, bastard!
I'll kill you!
This is where I really blew it.
What did we say,
that this was your mother attacking the killer--
attacking her son,
calling her own son a bastard?
I don't think so.
I don't think it's your mother's voice at all.
Is it, syl?
I think it's a voice just like your mother's.
I think that you burst in here,
and you went straight for him with that knife.
It was him that you wanted,
wasn't it, syl?
Her being here was just some--
some terrible coincidence,
but all those years of--
of turning a blind eye,
of her knowing and keeping quiet,
so you stabbed her, too.
[Younger woman's voice] Let go! Let go!
Now that is you.
That's you, and you are struggling for that knife,
but it's not you trying to take the knife
away from Tim.
It's Tim trying to take the knife away from you.
It wasn't just Tim,
was it, syl?
Tim came later.
He raped you first...
Over and over for years.
I should've seen it.
The symptoms were right in front of me all the time--
the obsession with your appearance,
the exercising,
the way that you took on the perfect role
for each of us.
You were an ingenue for Mitch
and a daughter for Karen
and a nymphet for me.
You know...
Abuse victims are always the best actors.
They have to be.
They live their whole lives with pain and shame,
pretending that there's nothing wrong.
It's the greatest performance of all.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
I just couldn't let him touch you like that anymore.
You can't know what it's like.
You can feel it on your skin.
You can feel it
running inside of you--
the dirt and awfulness.
Sylvie, let me help you.
Don't you understand?
No one can know.
They'd put me in jail
and take him to an institution.
There'd be no one left to protect him anymore.
[Cocking gun]
Step away, Tim. Move.
[His own voice] Sylvie, please don't.
Come on!
If we're going to do this thing,
let's do this thing.
All right.
We're too old for this.
How does it look for us tomorrow?
The precedents are pretty strong.
I have a good chance of getting her transferred
to a minimum security hospital,
assuming I can get her therapist
to show up for the hearing.
I think that can be arranged.
Where's the midget?
I feel ridiculous.
You look ridiculous.
[Imitating Jake] You look ridiculous.
Tim, use your own voice.
[His own voice] You look ridiculous.
[Imitating witch] Ahh, you think so,
my little pretty?
Ha ha ha ha!
Well, let's do some trick-or-treating, boys.
How come he'll only talk with you, Jake?
If I remember correctly, change takes time.
Catchy little phrase for every occasion.
♪ Say good—bye to yesterday a“
♪ nothing standing in my way ♪
♪ never was a guarantee a“
♪ but in my heart I know there's got to be ♪
♪ heaung ♪
♪ gonna take some time, I'm on the mend ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ starting over at the end ♪
♪ and feeling stronger than I've ever been ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ ooh ♪
♪ ooh, yeah ♪
♪ I can see me pulling through ♪
♪ finding out I'm someone who ♪
♪ is moving on and letting go ♪
♪ a-picking up the pieces ♪
♪ on the road to heaung ♪
♪ gonna take some time ♪
♪ I'm on the mend ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ starting over at the end ♪
♪ I'm feeling ♪
♪ stronger than I've ever been ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ ohh ♪
♪ yeah a“
♪ The chapter's been written ♪
♪ it's all in the past ♪
♪ I kept turning pages ♪
♪ and I'm here at last ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ gonna take some time ♪
♪ I'm on the mend ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ starting over at the end a“
♪ I'm feeling ♪
♪ stronger than I've ever been ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ I'm feeling ♪
♪ stronger than I've ever been ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪
♪ gonna take some time ♪
♪ I'm on the mend ♪
♪ I'm healing ♪