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Movie Date: November 13, 1991


"My Reminiscence. "



 

                   

I always thought that

for such a lovely river,



 

                   

the name was mystifying:

"Cape Fear. "



 

                   

When the only thing to fear on

those enchanted summer nights...



 

                   

was that

the magic would end,



 

                   

and real life

would come crashing in.                    

Okay, Cady, the moment

you've been waiting for.                    

Any people comin'

for you, Cady?                    

What about your books? Already read 'em.                     

Gracias.                     

! Hola!



  

                   

Hi. How are you?                     

? Cómo está usted?

Bien, bien.                     

? Es ropa limpia?

No, no.



  

                   

That means clean.

These are dirty.                     

The idea is to

resolve the tension.                     

I need to find a motif

that's about movement.



  

                   

Not the most mind-blowing

concept for a travel agency,



  

                   

but what the hey?



  

                   

Like an arrow, maybe?

Yeah, like an arrow.                     

Maybe.                     

But then the other

aspect is stability,



  

                   

a company that

you can trust.



  

                   

If you can balance those ideas in

a way that's pleasing to the eye,



  

                   

then you got a logo.                     

Okay: Movement,

stability...



  

                   

and an arrow.



  

                   

Okay,



  

                   

I'll think of something

for that one.                     

Benjamin.



  

                   

They switched babies on me

at the hospital, didn't they?



  

                   

How'd you do

in there?



  

                   

I got the judge to postpone

the alimony hearing for    days.



  

                   

Oh, great.



  

                   

I've got till Monday to find out

which S&L, in which municipality...



  

                   

my son-in-law stashed all

that money. Right, right.



  

                   

But I thank you and my daughter

thanks you. You're welcome, Tom.



  

                   

Here's... Daddy!



  

                   

Good-bye,

junior!                     

! Adiós!

! Hasta luego!



  

                   

Sayonara!                     

That's very creative,

junior!                     

He liked me.                     

All this time,

he actually liked me.                     

You can't go in!                     

Your father's making a

TVappearance for his campaign!                     

Jack, let me

talk to you.



  

                   

What is this?

This smoke?



  

                   

Excuse me...

Excuse me.



  

                   

Let's move

our seats.                     

All right, just get

the hell outta here.                     

I'm making

a goddamn campaign.                     

Okay, then I quit

as your son!



  

                   

Do you believe that

annoying, loser guy?



  

                   

Dad, you should've

punched him out.



  

                   

Punched him out? What

do you mean? You box.



  

                   

You could've shoved him,

shut him up. Yeah, yeah.



  

                   

I could take you.

That's who I could take.



  

                   

You could've kicked him

in the face. Kicked him?



  

                   

Yeah, you know how

to fight dirty.                     

You do that for a

living. Real cute, Leigh.



  

                   

How much do I owe you?

It's taken care of.



  

                   

Taken care of? Who? There.



  

                   

Girls, girls.



  

                   

Come on,

let's sit inside.



  

                   

Whoa!

Mr. Perfect form!



  

                   

No, no, I don't.



  

                   

Look, you gotta snap

your wrist on the backhand.



  

                   

Usually I like a little

music at this point.                     

Sam, I want to play in this

lifetime. All right, all right.



  

                   

You gotta snap your wrist. Tag.



  

                   

You know, we should stop

doing this for awhile.



  

                   

Doing what?

We're not doing anything.



  

                   

I know that.

Yet.



  

                   

Okay, fine.

Maybe you're right.



  

                   

Does your wife mind?



  

                   

My wife doesn't even

know you exist,



  

                   

which most certainly

is for the best.



  

                   

Why's that?



  

                   

Lori, you know why you have

to ask that question?



  

                   

'Cause you've

never been married.



  

                   

Is marriage synonymous

with deception? No, no, no.



  

                   

It's just that

when two people...



  

                   

When two people

get married...



  

                   

and they live together

for a long time, it's uh...



  

                   

I like hanging out

with you, so sue me.



  

                   

You're funny

and you're cute,



  

                   

and we talk

about the courts...



  

                   

and which judge

is senile...



  

                   

and which one wears

a gun under his robe.



  

                   

You know, Lori,

another time, another place.



  

                   

Who knows, you know?



  

                   

Tomorrow? Yeah, it's a light docket.



  

                   

No, no. I've won

two out of three.



  

                   

Let's make it the

best out of five.



  

                   

That's good, actually,

because today I let you win.



  

                   

- Sure you did.

- See ya.



  

                   

Hey!



  

                   

Free as a bird, apparently. You go

everywhere you want with whomever.



   

                   

That much freedom could

get a fella into trouble.



   

                   

I'd like my keys. Could it

be you don't remember me?



   

                   

Sure, I remember you.

You were at the movie house.



   

                   

Oh, I'm disappointed.

I'm hurt.



   

                   

I would like my keys.



   

                   

Max Cady.



   

                   

You look the same.



   

                   

Maybe    pounds heavier.



   

                   

But they say the average man

gains a pound a year...



   

                   

Oh, come on.



   

                   

Gains a pound a year

till he's about   .



   

                   

Me, I dropped a pound

every year of my sentence.



   

                   

Atlanta, '  . You got it. July.



   

                   

Fourteen years since

I held a set of keys.



   

                   

You look good, healthy. Thank you,



   

                   

'cause it's a struggle to

stay healthy in the joint.



   

                   

But you wouldn't know

about that, would ya?



   

                   

If you were me, they'd stick

you with the white trash.



   

                   

They don't strike

a lick of work all day.



   

                   

This little ol' cigar

is my only vice.



   

                   

I needed a vice in the joint

to remind me I was human.



   

                   

What brings you

to New Essex?



   

                   

Oh, the climate.



   

                   

Boy, the south.



   

                   

I'm thinkin' of settlin'

here in New Essex, Counselor.



   

                   

Have you been following me?

It's a small town.



   

                   

Everywhere you turn,

we're gonna run into each other.



   

                   

Take care, Mr. Cady. You too.



   

                   

You're gonna learn

about loss.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Dad, could you...

hmm?



   

                   

Sorry, Danny.



   

                   

What're you working on? It's English.                      

We're supposed to read

Look Homeward, Angel,



   

                   

which is a kind

of reminiscence,



   

                   

and we have to attempt

something in the same style.



   

                   

What's it about,

your reminiscence?



   

                   

The houseboat.                      

Oh, the houseboat.                      

It's not even

July  rd yet.



   

                   

We ought to take two weeks off

and go up to Wilmington...



   

                   

like the old times,

down to the houseboat.                      

I wanted to

in early June.                      

You said you didn't have

time. I probably don't.



   

                   

Now I don't, either.



   

                   

Danny's got summer

school till labor day.



   

                   

She can't miss

two damn weeks?



   

                   

You know, the alternative

was to expel her.



   

                   

Maybe this drama teacher

from the college...



   

                   

will get her excited

about something.



   

                   

About him, probably.



   

                   

Why'd they have to make

such a stink,



   

                   

like she was on

heroin or something?



   

                   

I mean,

what's marijuana?



   

                   

You and I smoked

dope in our time.



   

                   

In some cultures, it's

considered almost a sacrament.



   

                   

I realize in ours

it's forbidden.



   

                   

Right up there with incest and

necrophilia and bestiality...



   

                   

Honey, honey,

honey.



   

                   

Worship of idols,

cannibalism.



   

                   

Do that again.

What?



   

                   

Do that again.                      

Sam, somebody's out there! What?                      

Leave the light off.

Leave it off.



   

                   

I saw him when the

fireworks went off.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I think I talked to him

this afternoon. You know him?



   

                   

I want you the hell

off my property!



   

                   

He's gone.                      

He said, "I'm gonna make

you think about loss, "



   

                   

or "I'm gonna make you

learn about loss. "



   

                   

Something like that.



   

                   

That's very poetic.                      

Who is he, and where did

he come from? He's from...



   

                   

Leigh, get the dog off.

Ben, get down.                      

He doesn't

mind me at all.                      

It's your dog.

Come on.



   

                   

He shouldn't be up

on the table.                      

You're gonna have dog

hairs in your tea. Get down.                      

Where's he from? He's from the

hills, Pentecostal crackers.



   

                   

What was he

in prison for?                      

I think it was battery.

You think it was battery?                      

Did he batter a man? Did he

batter a woman? I don't know.



   

                   

It was    years ago.

You know, it's kinda...                      

I really

don't remember.



   

                   

What does he

want with you?                      

He's just tryin'to bug us.

Just messin'around.



   

                   

He's an ex-con,

so he's just...



   

                   

You know, he's probably

upset at the lawyer.                      

Yeah, your clientele.

Yeah.                      

Bye, Dad.

Bye, Danny.                      

You look tired. Thanks. I needed that.



   

                   

I don't want

to alarm her,



   

                   

but I'd rather Danny

didn't wander alone...



   

                   

on her soul-searching

walks in the woods,



   

                   

at least till I've

started a few things.



   

                   

What if she takes Benjamin

with her? Ben, our guard dog?



   

                   

What's he gonna do,

lick him to death?                      

Just tell her. I hardly

know anything about the man.



   

                   

I don't mean his biography,

just there's some creep around.



   

                   

If you see him again, call

the cops and then call me.



   

                   

What about a weapon?



   

                   

In case things get

exciting around here.



   

                   

Would you feel more secure with

a loaded gun in the house?



   

                   

We'd end up using it on

each other. Or Danny would.



   

                   

He's not gonna do anything.

He just got out of prison.                      

He doesn't want

to go right back.



   

                   

Call Lee Heller.

Lee's a colorful character,



   

                   

but he's still the best

criminal lawyer in the state.                      

Good.

Get me Lee Heller.                      

You defended this guy, right? Right.



   

                   

So what makes you think

he wants to harm you?



   

                   

Yesterday I was

getting in my car.



   

                   

The guy comes up.

We have a conversation.



   

                   

He says to me,

"You're gonna learn about loss. "



   

                   

That'd hardly qualify under

the terrorist threat statutes.



   

                   

Come on, Tom!

The guy's an ex-con!



   

                   

You know as well as I do

what that means.



   

                   

Last night, there he was

behind our house.



   

                   

- Attempted b and E.

- No, not exactly.



   

                   

He was sitting on a wall

that bounds our property.                      

That's not even

trespassing, Sam.



   

                   

What can I say?

Get a restraining order.



   

                   

I filed one this morning.

The hearing's in ten days.                      

Good.

Anything I can do.



   

                   

Tom,    years ago...



   

                   

in this case,                      

I had a report on a

victim. It was a rape case.



   

                   

That's right, rape and

aggravated sexual battery.



   

                   

I had a report

on this victim,



   

                   

and it came back that

she was promiscuous.



   

                   

And, uh...

I buried it.



   

                   

Whew.                      

Anybody else know? No, I buried it.



   

                   

I didn't show it to the client,

to the prosecution.



   

                   

But if you had seen what this

guy had done to this girl...



   

                   

"In every criminal prosecution,

the accused shall have...                      

the assistance of counsel for his

defense. " I know the  th Amendment,



   

                   

but I believe in

the  th Amendment.



   

                   

That's why I left

the public defender's office.



   

                   

Some folks just don't have

the right to the best defense?                      

Of course they deserve

the best defense!                      

But if you had seen what he did

to this girl... Buried the report.



   

                   

If it was your

own daughter, Tom...



   

                   

Buried the report.



   

                   

Jesus, Sam.



   

                   

Oh, God.



   

                   

But I don't see

how he could know that.



   

                   

He was illiterate.



   

                   

I had to read everything to him:

The probable cause affidavit,



   

                   

the arrest reports,

everything.



   

                   

There's no way

he could know that.



   

                   

Danny, it's so quiet out here

and the light's so perfect.                      

Why don't you get your book

and come out here and read? Why?



   

                   

I told you why.



   

                   

Well, is it because he's like

a flasher or just a peeper?



   

                   

What do you know about that?

A flasher?



   

                   

You don't think I've

been flashed before?



   

                   

I didn't mean to insult you.

I'm sure you've been flashed.



   

                   

If you want to come out,

come on out.



   

                   

Do whatever you want.



   

                   

Oh, but don't

go outside.                      

Afternoon,

Counselor.



   

                   

What do you want,

Mr. Cady?                      

Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm!



   

                   

They're great at that age,

ain't they?



   

                   

All those discoveries

ahead of them.



   

                   

You're lucky,

Counselor.



   

                   

My own daughter,

she don't even know me.



   

                   

After I went inside,

her mama told her I was dead.



   

                   

Which,

in a way, I was.



   

                   

Look, Mr. Cady,

I realize that you suffered.



   

                   

I understand your problem,

but I mean, why me?



   

                   

I was your lawyer.

I defended you.



   

                   

Why not badger the D.A.

Or the judge?



   

                   

"Badger"?

Why not them?



   

                   

Badger.

Why not?



   

                   

Best I remember, they was just

doin' right by their jobs.



   

                   

I didn't do my job?

Is that right?



   

                   

I pleaded you out to

a lesser included offense.



   

                   

You could've gotten rape

instead of battery.                      

I'd have been up for parole either way

in seven years. Rape is a capital offense.



   

                   

You could've gotten life.

You could've done death.



   

                   

You could be sittin' on

death row right now.



   

                   

I learned to read

durin' my stretch.                      

First,

Spot Goes to The Farm,                      

then Runaway Bunny,

then law books, mostly.



   

                   

Did you know that after

I discharged you,



   

                   

I acted as my

own attorney?



   

                   

Applied several times

for an appeal.



   

                   

No, I didn't

know that.



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

So, here we are...

two lawyers,



   

                   

for all practical purposes,

talkin' shop.



   

                   

How much do you want,

Mr. Cady?



   

                   

How much do I want what?

How much money do you want?



   

                   

Money? Counselor,

do I look destitute to you?



   

                   

I'm open to discussion,

within reasonable limits.



   

                   

You ever been a woman?



   

                   

A what?

A woman.



   

                   

Some fat, hairy,

ugly hillbilly's wet dream.



   

                   

I realize that you suffered.

There's no question about that.



   

                   

You don't know what

sufferin' is, Counselor.



   

                   

Like it says

in Galatians  :



   

                   

"Have ye suffered

so many things in vain?"



   

                   

I learned from the get-go

in the joint...



   

                   

to get in touch with the soft

side of myself, the feminine side.



   

                   

Well, I'm open to some

sort of discussion...



   

                   

on compensation.



   

                   

What shall be my

compensation, sir,



   

                   

for being held down and

sodomized by four white guys?



   

                   

Or four black guys?



   

                   

Shall my compensation

be the same?



   

                   

What is the formula

for compensation, sir?



   

                   

How about

$       in cash?



   

                   

Do I...



   

                   

Let's just

break that down.



   

                   

That figure just came to the top

of my head. Let's break it down.



   

                   

For argument's sake,

let's say $      $     .



   

                   

I'll tell you what,

let's say $     .



   

                   

$      into    years.



   

                   

Fourteen years

times     days...



   

                   

I'd say is about

     days.



   

                   

You divide that by $     

and that's like $    a day.



   

                   

That's not even

minimum wage!



   

                   

To say nothing about the family

that I lost, the respect.



   

                   

I don't think you really,

really understand...



   

                   

what we're talkin'

about here.



   

                   

Fourteen years.



   

                   

Whoops!

Uh-oh!



   

                   

Gotta git. I'm late

for another appointment.



   

                   

Sam, my man,

I got some good news.



   

                   

I got the bank,

the account number.



   

                   

I'll call your

son-in-law's lawyer.                      

Mr. Bowden?

Your wife's on line one.



   

                   

Ask her to hold.

I gotta make a call.



   

                   

I wouldn't make that call.

The way I'd handle...                      

Mr. Bowden,

she says it's urgent.



   

                   

Yeah?                      

These kind of horrible,

high-pitched howls.



   

                   

They sounded like

he was screaming.



   

                   

And then Danny came

running in, and...



   

                   

I called the vet.



   

                   

And then it was

so weird, because...



   

                   

it was like he was

winding down,



   

                   

just winding down

like an old clock.



   

                   

And then all of a sudden

he just stopped.



   

                   

He had this kind of...



   

                   

his eyes just wide open,

and this kind of...



   

                   

surprised look.                      

And then...



   

                   

And then he died.



   

                   

He just died, before

the vet even got here.



   

                   

What'd the vet say?                      

That he was poisoned.

Poisoned?



   

                   

What kind of a poison?                      

I don't know what kind

of poison. Jesus, Leigh!



   

                   

I told you not

to let him out!



   

                   

- I didn't let him out!

- Then how?



   

                   

I've got an English Setter, so

I don't cotton to dog killers.



   

                   

Trouble is, poisoning

a dog is just a fine.



   

                   

But if he's unemployed,



   

                   

he's gotta have money

or we'll bust him for vagrancy.



   

                   

We'll give him

a full-body strip search.



   

                   

Jerk a knot

in his tail.



   

                   

All right.                      

We got so many ways on the books

to lean on an undesirable.                      

He'll feel about as welcome around

here as a case of yellow fever.                      

- Hands against the wall.

- Spread 'em!



   

                   

That him?

One-way mirror.



   

                   

He doesn't know you're

here. Yeah, that's him.



   

                   

Get the shirt off.                      

Come on,

hurry up.                      

Just pass it

over to him.                      

Hand it to me.                      

Knock off

the shoes.                      

Hand 'em to

the other officer.                      

Pass 'em to him.

Come on.                      

Let's put the arms out.

Put the arms out straight.                      

- Roll your palms.

- Do what he says.                      

Turn around, slow.



   

                   

Sheesh.



   

                   

I don't know whether

to look at him or read him.                      

Stand still.                      

One more step for you.

You know the routine.                      

Against the wall.



   

                   

We searched his apartment. His car

registration, everything's in order.                      

There's no guns or any weapons,

but we found these.                      

Cady's

savings account.                      

$     ?



   

                   

His mother died, the farm

got sold. He got the proceeds.



   

                   

Well, he's got money.

Where does that leave us?                      

We nail him for the dog.

What happened?



   

                   

You let the dog out.

Cady abducted him.



   

                   

No, uh...

we didn't let the dog out.



   

                   

Cady came

into your house?



   

                   

That's illegal entry

with intent! No, no, no.



   

                   

But he didn't come

into the house.



   

                   

I don't know exactly

how he did it,



   

                   

I just know

that he did it.



   

                   

That's not good enough,

Mr. Bowden.



   

                   

You're a lawyer.

You damn-well know that.                      

Get off the pants.



   

                   

He's gonna screw up. The Sheriff

assured me that they always do.



   

                   

He's gonna get the message

in no uncertain terms.



   

                   

I'd still like

to kill him.                      

Danny, how come you

didn't join up with them?



   

                   

You can tap.

You can do that.



   

                   

You can tap.

Dance.



   

                   

I wanted to once,

but I don't know.



   

                   

Son-of-a-bitch!

What?                      

He's staring at you. What

are you talking about?



   

                   

What the hell

are you doin'?



   

                   

Mmm, hot as a firecracker

on the  th of July.                      

You're damn lucky

to have her, boy.



   

                   

Son-of-a-bitch!



   

                   

- Where the hell did he go?

- Son-of-a-bitch!



   

                   

Watch my arm.

It might be broke.



   

                   

What's with you, buddy? You have

no right to be pushin' me around.



   

                   

I was just watchin'

the parade.                      

Son-of-a-bitch! What are

you gettin' so upset about?



   

                   

You're lucky

I don't sue you.



   

                   

All right,

all right!                      

Settle down!                      

I'm settled down.



   

                   

Sam, what are you doing? It's nothing.



   

                   

Who was that?

Let's go.                      

The fellow with the tie.

His wife took him away.                      

I think he really

hurt his arm.



   

                   

Mom.                      

That's a strong drink you've

got there. You said it.



   

                   

Just put a goldfish in it

and you'll be fine.



   

                   

You seem to be having

a good time.                      

I've been practicing.

Practicing for what?                      

How to fall on the floor?

A life of debauchery.



   

                   

Debauch...



   

                   

Debauchery.

It's a three-syllable word.



   

                   

Making fun of me?

That's okay, no problem.



   

                   

I made you blush.

Blush?



   

                   

You're now the color

of your shirt: Scarlet.



   

                   

I had no business getting

stuck on a guy who was married.



   

                   

You certainly did not. I

don't know what I was thinking.



   

                   

God only knows.



   

                   

Aren't I the bozo

on this bus?



   

                   

Lest you think that I slept

with this particular...



   

                   

That's your business.

That's not mine.



   

                   

I don't want it to sound

like I've been through...                      

a bus load of'em. That's

the way it sounded to me.                      

He was the first.

Oh, yeah.



   

                   

He was, I swear.



   

                   

Tell it to

the judge.                      

Actually, the rat stood

me up today. Did he?



   

                   

What a shame.

I know.



   

                   

Now it's my turn. Where are

you from? Where am I from?



   

                   

You're gonna love this.



   

                   

I'm from, uh... Georgia State

Correctional Facility.                      

You think I'm jokin'.

I just got released from prison.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

This is the way my day's

been turning out.                      

Actually, it reminds

me of a joke.                      

Do you want to hear it? Tell me.



   

                   

Liven up the night.



   

                   

An unmarried woman, uh...

wait, that's not it.



   

                   

Get the joke straight, darlin'. Shut up!



   

                   

An unmarried woman,

she meets a guy,



   

                   

and he tells her he just

got out of prison.



   

                   

"What'd you do?"

She asks.



   

                   

"I hacked my wife into   

pieces with a chain saw. "



   

                   

She says... She says,

"So, you're single?"



   

                   

That's even funnier! Thank you.                      

Could I ask you something? What did

you do? I knew you were gonna ask.



   

                   

I hacked my wife

into    pieces.



   

                   

I was afraid you were

gonna say that.



   

                   

I'm a very small person,

so maybe...



   

                   

Well, maybe I can hack you

into    pieces.



   

                   

What did you do,

really?



   

                   

No, really,

but what did you do?



   

                   

There was this protest march

on this nuclear power plant.



   

                   

And so when they came

to arrest us,



   

                   

this macho sheriff got rough with the

lady behind me, so I popped the bastard.



   

                   

So they gave me

a little time for it.



   

                   

I'm drinking

a Sea Breeze.



   

                   

I hope you can afford

them. You gotta stay sober.



   

                   

If you ain't sober,

you're takin' your chances.



   

                   

'Cause I'm just

one hell of an animal.



   

                   

Yeah?

Do tell.



   

                   

Get you on this side, doll.

Let's do this.



   

                   

Who is Loretta?



   

                   

That's the love of my life.

She's no longer with us.



   

                   

I thought I was the love of your

life. Chopped her into    pieces.                      

He hurt you like this,

that married guy? No.                      

He hurt you like this?

We never did anything.



   

                   

Like this? Oh, scandal!

He's a rough one.



   

                   

How's this feel?



   

                   

Oh, my God.

Am I under arrest?



   

                   

Not quite, darlin'.



   

                   

Officer, I swear,

it's all a mistake.



   

                   

That married guy

hurt you like this?



   

                   

'Cause what he did to me

hurt a lot worse than this!



   

                   

No!

Ahhh!



   

                   

I've got you now,

bitch!



   

                   

Danny, when did this key

stop working?



   

                   

What? Oh.

I don't know.



   

                   

No wonder.

A wire's missing.                      

Piano wire

is missing.



   

                   

Was somebody fooling

around with the piano? What?



   

                   

Yeah?

Mr. Bowden,



   

                   

I think we might could have a

little break here. Good, good.



   

                   

I can be there in a half-hour.

All right, fine.                      

Who was that? Cady raped another girl.



   

                   

Rape?

You said it was battery.



   

                   

The case was a wobbler.

I got it reduced.



   

                   

I remember those days,

"old slippery Sam. "



   

                   

I just didn't want to

alarm you or Danny.



   

                   

How old was that girl? Sixteen.



   

                   

Sixteen?

What?



   

                   

Well, my birthday

is coming up.



   

                   

Neighbors heard screams

and called us.



   

                   

When the perp drove off,

somebody made his plate.



   

                   

Max Cady.

Great.



   

                   

We got one bitty problem.

Girl's scared.



   

                   

She's claiming

she fell down some stairs.



   

                   

Sam...



   

                   

don't...

don't look at me.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

You two

know each other?



   

                   

Um...



   

                   

Yeah,

we work together.



   

                   

I'll be outside.                      

I'm so stupid.



   

                   

Oh, Lori, don't.



   

                   

You stood me up

at the club the other day,



   

                   

and then you didn't call.



   

                   

And by last night

I was feeling...



   

                   

pretty reckless.



   

                   

I thought about what

you said, you know,



   

                   

that your wife...



   

                   

That she didn't know

I existed.



   

                   

And I felt like...



   

                   

I was gonna show you.



   

                   

I guess I showed you,

all right, didn't I?



   

                   

I guess I really

showed you!



   

                   

Lori.



   

                   

Lori, listen to me,

okay?



   

                   

Now look.

This guy, Cady,



   

                   

he's done this kind

of thing before.



   

                   

Now, he's gonna do this

over and over again...



   

                   

unless you testify...



   

                   

and we take him to court... No.                      

And press charges and testify. No, no.



   

                   

Sam, I know how it works.



   

                   

I see it every day.



   

                   

Only this time

I'm on the other side.



   

                   

I don't want to explain

why I was in a bar,



   

                   

and how much I had to drink,

and what I was wearing;



   

                   

not by the people

I work with.



   

                   

Not by the guys that

I see cross-examine...



   

                   

other people on the stand.



   

                   

Just crucify 'em.



   

                   

They just laugh

about it later.



   

                   

They'll even

ask about you.



   

                   

Lori, listen to me.

I don't care about that.



   

                   

Well,

I care about that.



   

                   

I'm sure you do, too.



   

                   

I'm... I'm...



   

                   

I'm terribly sorry, Lori.

I'm just terribly sorry.



   

                   

If this is something personal

between you and the girl and Cady...                      

Personal?



   

                   

Come on,

lieutenant.



   

                   

All right,

what are you implying?



   

                   

Only that there are some things

that are better handled quietly,



   

                   

not by the police.



   

                   

Cady is planning to rape my

wife, but it's not your problem.



   

                   

I can't bust someone for planning to

rape your wife. You know that damn-well!                      

Thanks all the same.

The way I'd handle it...                      

File a restraining order? Just

think of this Cady as a tiger.



   

                   

Get him out of the brush.

How do we do that?                      

Stake out a couple of your goats and

hide in a tree. What are you suggesting?



   

                   

That I use my family as bait?

And then what?                      

Hope that this psychopath

attacks my wife and child?                      

And then blow his head

off? I'm a law officer.



   

                   

It would be unethical of me

to advise a citizen...



   

                   

to take the law

into his own hands.



   

                   

So, I suppose you

must've misunderstood me.



   

                   

I guess I must've.



   

                   

Well, pardon me

all over the place.                      

And he's been

harassing my family.



   

                   

He's clever, cleverly so

that the law can't touch him.



   

                   

I believe he's able to

slip into the house undetected.



   

                   

Although, is he out?

I can't tell.



   

                   

He's either out or in.

I'm not sure.



   

                   

I can't see

through walls.



   

                   

I'm not askin' you

to see through walls.



   

                   

Why can't anybody

do anything for me?



   

                   

What good are cops

and laws...



   

                   

Sam, Sam, calm down.

Let me explain something.



   

                   

The system is set up to handle

generalized problems...



   

                   

like burglary

and robbery.



   

                   

But if some lone creep targets

you for some obscure reason,



   

                   

the system's slow

and skeptical.



   

                   

It's pathetic, even.                      

What's your connection

with this fellow?



   

                   

I was his lawyer,

his public defender.



   

                   

But you shafted him

somehow.



   

                   

Well, at least that's

the way he perceives it.



   

                   

I don't care what you did.

What did he do?



   

                   

He raped

a   -year-old girl.



   

                   

Do you have a daughter

around   ?



   

                   

She's   .                      

I'll do a background check,

follow him for a week,



   

                   

and write you up

a risk assessment.



   

                   

Great, great. Now the

cops... I can find him.                      

Just take it easy, stay calm. All right.



   

                   

Danny, you can just

relax because...



   

                   

your daddy has a private

investigator on the payroll.                      

Isn't that right?                      

What's your feeling about him?

What, Sam Spade?



   

                   

Mickey Spillane? Peter

Gunn? Dirty Harry?                      

Perry Mason? No, Perry

Mason was for lawyers.



   

                   

The minute I walked in this

guy's office, I felt relaxed.



   

                   

This guy's

totally in charge.



   

                   

Kersek deals with

these types for a living.



   

                   

He looked like

he was gonna enjoy...



   

                   

- Yes?

- It's me.



   

                   

After you left, I had this conversation

with a C.O. At Statesboro Prison.                      

Seems our man Cady had a

job in the kitchen. Right.                      

There was this other inmate

working there with him. Right.



   

                   

Hated Cady's cigar smoke,

and was always moanin' about it.



   

                   

They found him with his neck

broke and his tongue bit off.



   

                   

- Oh, Jesus.

- Yeah.                      

They never could place Cady near

the scene of the "accident,"                      

if you want

to call it that.                      

But the parole board, they kept

him in for another seven years.                      

Uh-oh, subject's on the move.

Get a good night's sleep.                      

Who was that?

Our private eye.



   

                   

I thought we were

relaxed now.                      

New essex county Hospital.

Room      please.                      

One minute, please. All right.                      

Hello? Hi, Lori. It's me, Sam.                      

Lori, I just feel god-awful you got

dragged into this. It's not your fault.



   

                   

If I had any idea that Cady

would hurt you to get at me,                      

I would've warned you.

Yeah, I know.                      

I'm glad you called.

Yep, yep.                      

I'm so sorry about this.

I feel the same way.                      

Well, are you really

determined about...                      

movin'back

to Connecticut?                      

I've thought

about it a lot.                      

I think it's probably

the best thing.                      

I thought that maybe

I could go back to school.                      

I'm really gonna miss you,

though. Excuse me, Lori.                      

That sounds real good. Yeah?



   

                   

That's gonna work out fine.

I'll get back to ya.



   

                   

All right, bye.



   

                   

Well, I just don't know

what I hate more,



   

                   

that insipid tone

or your stupid,



   

                   

sophomoric

infidelities.



   

                   

Who was that, huh?

The girl that got beat up?



   

                   

Yes, Lori Davis.

I already told you.



   

                   

She works at

the County Courthouse.



   

                   

And what?

You're fucking her?



   

                   

Oh, no.



   

                   

Interesting choice, Sam.

Calling from our bedroom phone.                      

Why is it

that whenever...



   

                   

I have a private

phone conversation,



   

                   

you assume that I'm

fucking someone?



   

                   

That's why that psychopath

chose her, right?                      

Yes, that's why

he chose her.



   

                   

But I'm not fucking

her in any way. Uh-huh.



   

                   

You sleazy

son-of-a-bitch!



   

                   

You son-of-a-bitch!

Damn it!



   

                   

You son-of-a-bitch!

Stop it! Leigh!                      

Danny's right

downstairs.



   

                   

Oh, honey,

there's nothing the matter.



   

                   

Yeah, I can see, Dad.                      

You promised to leave

that shit in Atlanta.                      

What shit?                      

Christ, what a waste.



   

                   

The humiliation we went through

confessing our dirty secrets...



   

                   

in those horrible sessions

with Dr. Hackett.                      

We talked that one damn incident

to death. Why did you bother?                      

Because you asked me... I mean, why

did you bother? Why did you bother!



   

                   

Why did you bother

with you and me?



   

                   

With the marriage?



   

                   

Uprooting me and Danny,

moving?



   

                   

That's what we decided to do!

You said you wanted to get out!



   

                   

You don't get it.

What is it I don't get?                      

- What don't I get?

- Why put us through that!



   

                   

Nadine?

It's Danny.



   

                   

Nothing.



   

                   

I'm just losing

my mind here.



   

                   

You don't have the balls

to walk out,



   

                   

if that's what

you wanted.



   

                   

Like I was gonna split

with you acting the way you act.



   

                   

Acting?

You did some acting.



   

                   

I don't remember

doing any acting.



   

                   

You don't remember?

Let me refresh your memory.



   

                   

Do you remember not taking

any work? Not fixing any meals?



   

                   

I'm not on

fucking trial here!



   

                   

Do you remember crying

every morning and evening?



   

                   

Do you remember that?



   

                   

I scared you, huh?



   

                   

What did

you think, Sam?



   

                   

You thought maybe

I was gonna kill myself?                      

Over you?

Well, who else?



   

                   

You pompous ass!



   

                   

You wouldn't leave

the bedroom!



   

                   

I wish you could

say the same.                      

Isn't this what

Dr. Hackett talked about?



   

                   

Diggin' up the past.



   

                   

The relevant issue is whether

I've been messin' around,



   

                   

and I have not been.                      

As far as this girl goes,

she's just a kid.



   

                   

That shouldn't

stop you.



   

                   

She's a baby! You gravitate to

people in the same profession.



   

                   

You gravitate to women.



   

                   

I'm a lawyer, she's a clerk.

She looks up to me!



   

                   

She's just infatuated.

I can't help that!



   

                   

Look, Leigh.

I'm scared.



   

                   

This whole

thing has...



   

                   

I keep feeling that there's some

animal out there, stalking us.



   

                   

I think he wants to

hurt us in the worst way.



   

                   

And that's got me

frightened to death.



   

                   

You really are scared,

aren't you? Oh, yeah.



   

                   

Somebody finally

got to you.



   

                   

Look, Leigh,



   

                   

I think that this guy

beat and raped her...



   

                   

because he knew that

she wouldn't testify,



   

                   

that she wouldn't

press charges.



   

                   

Because she knows

the system.



   

                   

I mean,

she works in it.



   

                   

She knows

that she'd be on trial.



   

                   

And then, because she

wouldn't testify,



   

                   

you would assume that there was

something going on between us...



   

                   

and it would

cause a rift.



   

                   

And that we'd be much more

vulnerable to him.



   

                   

I'm glad we talked about this,

because we can work together.



   

                   

We can beat that

son-of-a-bitch,



   

                   

the two of us, together,

working as a team.



   

                   

Oh, boy!

Jesus.



   

                   

Oh, yeah,

this is great.



   

                   

This is somethin' else.



   

                   

Oh... shit!                      

And here you go. I'm sorry.

I haven't ordered yet.



   

                   

That fellow over there

sent this over, paid for.                      

Which one? That guy that's just leaving.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

Hey, Cady!

Come here.                      

Wait a second.



   

                   

I've been in a real

bad mood lately.



   

                   

You know what you can do

to brighten my mood?



   

                   

- No.

- Get the hell outta here.                      

I don't mean this town.

I mean the whole state.                      

I don't wanna see ya, hear ya,

and i don't wanna smell ya.



   

                   

Are you my friend?



   

                   

No, I'm not

your friend.



   

                   

I thought maybe

you were my friend,



   

                   

because I like to plan my

comin's and goin's with friends.



   

                   

But if you're not my friend,

I'd call that presumptuous.



   

                   

I'd call it downright rude,

'cause I ain't your porch-baby.



   

                   

Well, gee-golly-gosh.



   

                   

I sure am sorry I offended you,

you white-trash piece of shit.



   

                   

Ooh, I got the all-over

fidgets on that one!



   

                   

You've really shaken me up.

I'm shiverin' all over.                      

It's not necessary to lay

a foul tongue on me, my friend.



   

                   

I could get upset.

Things could get outta hand.



   

                   

And then

in self-defense,



   

                   

I could do somethin' to you

that you would not like.



   

                   

You feel squirrelly.

You just jump.



   

                   

You threatenin' me?



   

                   

- You threatenin' me?

- You catch on fast.



   

                   

'Cause I'm well within

my rights to be here.



   

                   

And if I stay here,

what you gonna do?



   

                   

I don't give a rat's ass

about your rights.



   

                   

You watch your step.



   

                   

What you gonna do,

arrest me?



   

                   

You a cop, or were you not good

enough to remain on the force?



   

                   

That's the feelin'

I'm gettin' here.



   

                   

Hope you enjoyed

your breakfast.



   

                   

Ma'am,

this belong to you?                      

Can I help you? I just found it.

Thought you might need it back.



   

                   

If a dogcatcher comes across

a dog without a license,



   

                   

he's liable to think

it's a stray...                      

and do

God-knows-what to it.



   

                   

You know, um...



   

                   

Our dog is...

He passed away.                      

What a shame.

Yeah.



   

                   

A man's best friend.

A woman's, too.                      

Even without closin'my eyes,

I can picture him...



   

                   

Big, friendly, shaggy,

asleep at your feet.



   

                   

Keepin' you company while

you're tryin' to finish up...



   

                   

those pesky,

little sketches.



   

                   

Oh, you're Max Cady,

aren't you?                      

Get the hell outta here

before I call the police!                      

I'm not doin'nothin'.



   

                   

I'm just givin' you back

your dog collar.



   

                   

You want to

look around?



   

                   

Go ahead, Mr. Cady,

take a good look.



   

                   

Nice house.



   

                   

Yeah, it is a nice house.

You satisfied now?                      

Or is there more,

huh?                      

Is that it?



   

                   

There is gonna be more,

isn't there?



   

                   

You won't stop

until you're happy.



   

                   

How can I be happy, Leigh,

when you're not happy?



   

                   

You don't know

anything about me.                      

I know what I see, ma'am. Yeah?



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

I wanted to know

what you looked like.



   

                   

I've been waitin'

to see your face,



   

                   

but now that I see you,

you are just repulsive.                      

I understand.

I'm not your type.                      

No. All that prison time made me coarse.



   

                   

Guess I'm covered in

too many tattoos.



   

                   

There's not a whole

lot to do in prison...



   

                   

but desecrate your flesh.                      

It didn't have to be that way

for either of us...                      

if your husband hadn't

betrayed us both.



   

                   

Who knows? We might've

been different people.



   

                   

We might've been happy,

Leigh.



   

                   

- Mom, someone's on the phone!

- Danny, don't come out here!                      

Hey, Sam!

Yo, Sam!



   

                   

I thought I'd

catch you here.



   

                   

Well, that little smart

aleck made me. He what?



   

                   

It wasn't my fault.

He was lookin' to be covered.



   

                   

There is a lot of cutsie-cutsie

in that little prick. I told ya.



   

                   

You know where he was?



   

                   

At the public library reading

Thus Spake Zarathustra,



   

                   

by Friedrich Nietzsche.



   

                   

He's this German philosopher.

Said that God is dead.



   

                   

We can keep goin' this way,

but it's gonna get expensive.



   

                   

I'm not so concerned about days.

Stay on him a few more nights.



   

                   

Do you really want

to resolve this situation?                      

I'd love to resolve it.

Then I've got a suggestion.



   

                   

There's men that can

be hired, by me,



   

                   

to do a little

hospital job on Cady.



   

                   

What are we talkin'

about here?



   

                   

Two pieces of pipe,

a bicycle chain.



   

                   

Sam, he won't be

so scary after that.



   

                   

Are we agreed that

I'm a lawyer?                      

Maybe      years ago we'd have taken

this guy and stoned him to death.                      

I can't operate outside the law.

The law's my business.                      

I'm home! Where is everybody? In here.



   

                   

Evenin', ladies.



   

                   

Oh, chicken.



   

                   

How is everything?

Is everything okay?                      

Yeah.

Good, good.



   

                   

He was here today.                      

Hello?

Hello, Danielle?                      

Is this Miss Danielle Bowden? Yeah.                      

This is your new

teacher callin'.                      

From English or drama? Drama.                      

How ya doin'?

Fine.                      

I'm just goin'down the list,

greetin'my summer students.                      

You sound kinda down. No...



   

                   

Um, there's just been stuff

going on around here.                      

Anything I can do? I doubt it.



   

                   

Shit happens, you know,

like the T-shirt says.                      

Yeah.                      

You know, Danielle... all that

negativity, you can use that.



   

                   

What do you mean?                      

I'm the kind of teacher that takes

a personal interest in his kids.                      

Everything you're

going through, it's okay.                      

The awkwardness you feel when

you're walkin' down the street...                      

and some leerin'fool's

makin'fun of your sexuality.                      

The turmoil you feel...                      

when that time

of month comes around.                      

The anger that you feel

that your mom and dad...                      

won't let you just

grow up and be a woman.



   

                   

Don't suppress

or deny it.



   

                   

Use it in your life

and your work.



   

                   

Okay.

I mean, uh...                      

That's... I'll have to

think about all that.



   

                   

So, class is tomorrow

in room     right?



   

                   

No, it's been changed

to the theater.                      

What better place for

drama, right? Yeah.



   

                   

And remember, Danielle,



   

                   

you can use all those fears

to draw upon and learn.



   

                   

You know this

little tune?                      

# If you wanna do right #                      

# All day... #                      

# Woman #                      

# Woman,

you gotta be A... #                      

# Do-right man #                      

# All-night man ##



   

                   

You can trust in me,

'cause I'm the do-right man.



   

                   

Okay?



   

                   

'Night now.



   

                   

Okay.

Good night.



   

                   

Honey, I think maybe

I should walk you in.



   

                   

No, it's okay, Mom.

There's a lot of people here.



   

                   

I'll be right here at

 :   to pick you up. Okay.



   

                   

Bye...

Hi!                      

I didn't think summer session

was gonna be so crowded.



   
 
                    

They're just having a meeting

about next fall's chorus program.



   
 
                    

I have to go downstairs

for drama.



   
 
                    

Okay.

Bye.



   
 
                    

Hello?



   
 
                    

Nadine?



   
 
                    

I'm here for

the drama class.



   
 
                    

Hi.



   
 
                    

Oops.

Am I busted?



   
 
                    

No.

I hope not.



   
 
                    

You can't smoke grass

in school.



   
 
                    

Privilege of

the professional.



   
 
                    

Eases inhibitions.

You down here for drama?



   
 
                    

Yeah. Are you

the drama teacher?



   
 
                    

And you're...

let me guess.



   
 
                    

Cecile James?



   
 
                    

No. I'm, uh...

Danielle Bowden.



   
 
                    

Danielle? Oh,

we spoke last night.



   
 
                    

Yeah.



   
 
                    

Oh, I'm sorry.

How rude.



   
 
                    

It's okay.



   
 
                    

Um...



   
 
                    

# I think we're
 
 alone now #
 
 
 
    
 
                    

Okay.



   
 
                    

Hmm.



   
 
                    

Thanks.                      

Here.



   

                   

I'm gonna

give this to you.



   

                   

Ow.



   

                   

Little trick I learned.

Take it.                      

You know, when we spoke on

the phone last night? Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Um... you really made sense

to me and...



   

                   

I thought a lot.



   

                   

Those are human truths, darlin'.

That's what it's all about.



   

                   

That's what

we deal with here.                      

See the book you have,

Thomas Wolfe?



   

                   

It's all about self-discovery,

the inner voyage.



   

                   

I like the end where, um...



   

                   

Eugene's journey...



   

                   

It was really, uh,

mystical, you know.



   

                   

And it was almost like

a pilgrimage?



   

                   

Almost like a cop-out,

if you ask me.



   

                   

Those were the facts

of Wolfe's life.



   

                   

The novel is what you would call

a "roman a clef. "                      

You know what

that is?                      

I'm not sure.

Nonetheless,



   

                   

you can't escape your demons

just by leaving home.



   

                   

Although writers do find new

freedom when they relocate abroad.                      

Take Henry Miller. Have you read his

trilogy? "Plexus, Nexus, and Sexus. "                      

No. You haven't read that?



   

                   

You're missin'

something.                      

Well, you know what?

I did read Tropic of Cancer.



   

                   

Just parts of it though,

'cause, uh...



   

                   

I had to sneak it off

my parents' shelf, you know?                      

But, his descriptions are

pretty vivid, I would say. Yeah.



   

                   

In one of the novels,

I don't recall which,



   

                   

he describes an erection as a

piece of lead with wings on it.



   

                   

I didn't read

that part.                      

Of course not.

You're not allowed.



   

                   

Your parents don't want you to

achieve adulthood. That's natural.



   

                   

They know the pitfalls

of adulthood, all that freedom.



   

                   

They know it

only too well.                      

Temptation to stray, deflecting

their guilt and anger onto you...



   

                   

for a crime that's not even

a crime... for smokin' grass.



   

                   

Wh...



   

                   

Wait a second.

Um... where are you from?                      

Where am I from?

Yeah.



   

                   

Where do you think

I'm from?



   

                   

I don't know, but...



   

                   

If I told you,

you gonna get mad at me?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

I'm from a black forest.



   

                   

That's funny.



   

                   

You're not the

drama teacher, are you?



   

                   

Maybe I'm the

big, bad wolf.



   

                   

Um...



   

                   

So, you're that guy that's

been hanging around the house?



   

                   

You're the one that

killed my mom's dog?



   

                   

Your mom's dog was killed?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

I didn't even know

anything about that.



   

                   

That's a shame.

That's a damn shame.



   

                   

Yes, it was.                      

What kind of dog was it? Um...



   

                   

I don't know.

He was just...



   

                   

He was fluffy and...



   

                   

Fluffy?



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

So you didn't do that?



   

                   

Of course

I didn't do that.                    

Okay. I wouldn't do that.



 

                   

So, what are you

doing here then?



 

                   

Well, I came to meet you,

to be honest with you.                    

Why?

'Cause...



 

                   

I wanted to meet you,

see what you were like.



 

                   

I see you're a nice person.

That's all.



 

                   

You're not gonna hurt me,

are you?



 

                   

No, I'm not gonna

hurt you at all.



 

                   

There's no hurting here,

Danielle.                     

'Tween us there's
 
 no anger... nothin'.



  

                   

Just a search for truth.



  

                   

I mean, did you judge me,

did you get angry at me...



  

                   

when you caught me

smokin' the grass?                     

Hmm?

No.                     

But your parents,

they judged you.                     

They got plenty angry at you,

didn't they?                     

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.



  

                   

They punished you

for their sins.                     

What did they do?



  

                   

They, uh...

My dad...



  

                   

They just yelled a whole lot

and, um...



  

                   

My mom cried...



  

                   

and my dad said I couldn't

drive the Cherokee.



  

                   

I'd say they punished you

for their sins,



  

                   

and you resent that,

and you should resent it.                     

But Professor "Do-Right"

has a little advice for you.                     

You shouldn't

damn 'em.



  

                   

Don't judge 'em.



  

                   

Just forgive 'em,

for they know not what they do.



  

                   

Well, um, why do you

hate my father?



  

                   

I don't hate him at all.

Oh, no, I pray for him.



  

                   

I'm here to help him.



  

                   

I mean, we all make mistakes,

Danielle.



  

                   

You and I have.

At least we try to admit it.                     

Don't we?                     

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.                     

But your daddy, he don't.



  

                   

Every man Carries a circle of

hell around his head like a halo.



  

                   

Your daddy too.

Every man... Every man...



  

                   

has to go through hell

to reach his paradise.                     

You know what paradise is? No.



  

                   

Salvation.



  

                   

'Cause your daddy's

not happy.



  

                   

Your mommy's not happy.



  

                   

And you know what?

You're not happy.                     

Are you?



  

                   

No, I'm not.



  

                   

You thought about me

last night, didn't you?



  

                   

Um, yes, I did.



  

                   

I know.



  

                   

You know, I think

I might have found a companion,



  

                   

a companion for that

long walk to the light.



  

                   

Do you mind if

I put my arm around you?



  

                   

Um...



  

                   

Um...



  

                   

It's okay.



  

                   

No, I don't mind.                     

Okay.



  

                   

Kersek, where have you been? He

came at my daughter at school.



  

                   

You asked me to watch him nights,

I'm watching. What happened?



  

                   

My wife, Leigh, found marijuana

in one of Danny's schoolbooks.                     

We don't know if Cady

gave it to her or what,                     

'cause she's scared
 
 and won't talk.                     

This has gone far enough.

It's gotta stop.



  

                   

Did you phone the cops?                     

No, I didn't

phone the cops.



  

                   

What'd you call them?

Slow, skeptical, pathetic.



  

                   

Danny. Leigh, that's all right.                     

Hold on a minute.



  

                   

Uh, Kersek,



  

                   

I want to hire those three guys.

Remember the hospital job?



  

                   

Consider it done,

the sooner the better.



  

                   

Three men's gonna

cost you a grand.



  

                   

I know that's not chicken feed, but you

don't want to go with less than three.



  

                   

- It's better to overdo it.

- You'll have money by morning.



  

                   

We'll be on for

tomorrow night. And, Sam,



  

                   

you feel good about this.



  

                   

Uh... all right.



  

                   

You notice

these young people?



  

                   

They don't look

very happy.



  

                   

They're committed to their professions

and ambitions, but not to each other.                     

Cady, shut up

and listen.



  

                   

If you don't leave,



  

                   

if you don't leave my family

alone and get out of here,



  

                   

you're gonna be hurtin'

like you never dreamed.



  

                   

Could you repeat that?



  

                   

I said, if you

don't get out of here,



  

                   

you're gonna be hurtin'

like you never dreamed.                     

A threat?

Yeah.                     

You bet your ass that's a threat.

I have thought of relocatin'...



  

                   

somewhere where I'd be more

appreciated... California perhaps.



  

                   

I could teach

earthquake preparedness.



  

                   

But then it hits me.

I love New Essex, Counselor.



  

                   

I mean, where else could I casually

confer with an old colleague?



  

                   

We're not colleagues. Do you

understand that? We're not colleagues.



  

                   

You think

you're better than me.



  

                   

I don't think I'm better than

you. That's not the point.



  

                   

Good. 'Cause if you're not better

than me then I can have what you have.



  

                   

- And what do I have?

- A wife, a daughter.



   

                   

I'm gonna teach you

the meaning of commitment.



   

                   

Fourteen years ago, I was forced

to make a commitment...



   

                   

to an eight-by-nine cell.



   

                   

Now you're gonna be forced

to make a commitment.



   

                   

You could say

I'm here to save you.



   

                   

Fine.                      

Check out the Bible,

Counselor...



   

                   

The book between

"Esther" and "psalms. "



   

                   

Danny?



   

                   

Danny!



   

                   

You all right?

What?



   

                   

Is everything all right? Yeah.



   

                   

This isn't gonna work,

you know.



   

                   

What isn't gonna work?



   

                   

Locking us in,

hiding us from the world.



   

                   

Don't be

so dramatic, Danny.



   

                   

- Making me stay out of school.

- You're going back tomorrow.



   

                   

Put some clothes on.

You're not a little kid anymore.



   

                   

Why am I going back to school

tomorrow? What are you gonna do?



   

                   

That's none

of your concern, Danny.



   

                   

Dad,



   

                   

he didn't force himself

on me, you know.



   

                   

I know you'd like

to think that he did.                      

But I think

he was...



   

                   

I think he was just trying

to make a connection with me.



   

                   

Now, Danny, I want you

to listen to me, all right?



   

                   

No. You understand?

No.



   

                   

There will never be

any connection...



   

                   

between you and Max Cady.



   

                   

You understand that?

Huh?



   

                   

Did he touch you?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

What are you laughing about?



   

                   

Why are you smilin'?

I'm asking you a question.



   

                   

Did he touch you?



   

                   

Wipe that smile

off your face!



   

                   

Did he touch you?



   

                   

C'mon.                      

Oh, wait, Danny. I'm sorry. No.



   

                   

No, I'm sorry.



   

                   

Wait, honey.

I'm sorry.



   

                   

Get out of here!

Get out of here!                      

Oh, Max.                      

C'mon. C'mon.



   

                   

Counselor?



   

                   

Counselor?                      

Is that you?



   

                   

Counselor?



   

                   

Come out, come out,

wherever you are.



   

                   

I ain't no white-trash

piece of shit.



   

                   

I'm better than

you all!



   

                   

I can outlearn you.



   

                   

I can out-read you.



   

                   

I can outthink you.



   

                   

And I can

out-philosophize you.



   

                   

And I'm gonna

outlast you.



   

                   

You think a couple whacks to

my guts is gonna get me down?



   

                   

It's gonna take a hell of a

lot more than that, Counselor,



   

                   

to prove

you're better than me!



   

                   

"I am like God

and God like me.



   

                   

"I am as large as God!



   

                   

"He is as small as I!



   

                   

He cannot above me

nor I beneath him be. "



   

                   

Silesius,   th century.



   

                   

Counselor?                      

Counselor?



   

                   

Could you be there?                      

Could you be there?



   

                   

Counselor?



   

                   

I wonder

if you're here?                      

Ah, fuck it.



   

                   

If you're here,

what the fuck's the difference.



   

                   

Fuck it!                      

I've got Mr. Kersek on one.

Good, I'll take it.                      

Tom.

Sam, you look tired.                      

You get that writ? No,

we've got to get into that.



   

                   

Let me just

grab this.                      

I'm sorry

about last night.                      

That son-of-a-bitch could survive

a nuclear strike. Hang on a second.



   

                   

Tom, I'm not doin' it.

I pulled a fast one.



   

                   

It's come back and bit me

on the ass in a major way.



   

                   

What you did was dumb. What I'm asking

is no big deal. This is my daughter!



   

                   

It's perjury. It's bullshit

and I'm not doin' it.



   

                   

Now, excuse me. I'll be in my office.



   

                   

Who was that

top criminal lawyer?                      

Lee Heller. We need to talk. Kersek?                      

Word gets out how Cady

bushwhacked those bastards,                      

it's gonna be a bitch to line up

new guys. No more guys, hear me?



   

                   

Mr. Heller, it's Sam Bowden

from Broadbent and Denmeyer.



   

                   

Tom speaks highly of you. He says you're

the best and the best is what I need.                      

We froze our butts together

in Korea. How can I help you?



   

                   

It's a simple petition for a restraining

order, but there's complications.



   

                   

This is short notice,

but I need this injunction.



   

                   

There's an ex-convict, Max Cady.

He's been harassing my family.                      

I'm sorry, Mr. Bowden. I can't

continue this conversation.



   

                   

Is there a more

convenient time?                      

The damn thing is, I have a

conflict. What would that be?                      

Mr. Cady retained my services

as of yesterday. He what?                      

In fact, I see on my phone sheet

Mr. Cady called this morning.                      

So, I'm sure he'll... Wait, Lee,

look. This man is a psychotic.                      

It appears I'll be seein'ya

at that hearing after all.                      

Could you repeat that?                      

I said, if you don't leave,                      

if you don't leave my family

alone and get out of here,                      

you're gonna be hurtin'

like you never dreamed.                      

A threat?                      

Yeah, you bet your ass

that's a threat.                      

You need only glance

at my client...



   

                   

to know that Mr. Bowden

made good on his...



   

                   

heinous and cowardly threat.



   

                   

Just as God arose to judgment

to save the meek of the earth,



   

                   

I hope and pray

you will do the same, sir.



   

                   

Your honor,



   

                   

Mr. Cady wouldn't have

surreptitiously taped our meeting...                      

unless he knew that...



   

                   

This court

does not condone...



   

                   

feuds, vendettas,

or vigilantism.                      

Let me quote our great

Negro educator,                      

Mr. Booker T. Washington.



   

                   

"I will let no man

drag me down so low...



   

                   

as to make me hate him. "



   

                   

Yes.                      

I will grant

the restraining order,



   

                   

not to validate

the malice between you,



   

                   

but in the interest

of Christian harmony.                      

You may not come...



   

                   

within     yards of...



   

                   

Mr. Maximilian Cady...                      

until such time

as the court...                      

may lift

the injunction.



   

                   

King Solomon could not have

adjudicated more wisely, Your Honor.



   

                   

I am so offended...                      

by the Philistine tactics

of Mr. Bowden,



   

                   

I petitioned the A.B.A.

For his disbarment...                      

on the grounds of

moral turpitude.                      

Now, if you will

excuse us,                      

my client...

C'mon, son...



   

                   

is due back

at the hospital...



   

                   

for the results of

his numerous X-rays.



   

                   

Kersek, I want a gun.                      

I need a gun.

I want a gun.



   

                   

You want a gun?

Yeah.



   

                   

You know anything about guns? No.



   

                   

I don't believe in 'em. I

never had them around the house.



   

                   

I'll get you a gun. What

kind you want? Now, calm down.



   

                   

Something simple,

something I can handle.



   

                   

Let me see what fits you.

Forty-five...



   

                   

Let me see your hands. Okay.



   

                   

A.   snub-nosed

special. All right, good.



   

                   

I can teach you how to use it. Great.



   

                   

The first lesson is: Don't think of it

as shooting a man or trying to kill him.



   

                   

Think of it as an

extension of your fist,



   

                   

reaching out and knocking a

man down. Boom! Boom! All right.



   

                   

Later, we'll go out

and shoot some trees.



   

                   

That'd be great. Good. Uh...



   

                   

What is it?

What?



   

                   

Sam, I give you a gun,

you pull it on Cady,



   

                   

it's gonna dawn on you that shootin' a man

is different than blowing holes in trees.



   

                   

Next thing, you don't have

my gun. Cady does. No, no.



   

                   

I'd know how to handle a gun.

He won't take it away from me.



   

                   

Best-case scenario:

You kill Cady dog-dead.



   

                   

Fifteen years to life,

do you realize that?



   

                   

Oh, Jesus!

It's all fucked up, Kersek!



   

                   

The law considers me more of

a loose cannon than Max Cady!                      

Some big-shit attorney's whipped the

A.B.A. Ethics Committee into a frenzy.



   

                   

There's an emergency session

in Raleigh over the assault.



   

                   

How'd they link that

to you?



   

                   

I went to warn Cady.



   

                   

I thought it was

the decent thing to do.



   

                   

Maybe I'd scare him.

He was wired.



   

                   

Goddamn fools!



   

                   

This hearing,

it's real important?



   

                   

Only if I want to continue

to practice law. Yeah.



   

                   

- Cady isn't expected there?

- No, no, no, no.



   

                   

Mr. Cady,

he's beyond reproach.                      

But you're required to be there? Yeah.                      

When is this hearing?

Thursday morning, nine o'clock.



   

                   

The torture begins

and lasts for two days.



   

                   

Mmm. You have to fly up

the night before?



   

                   

Right.                      

Cady's an opportunist.



   

                   

If he thinks you're gonna be

outta town for two days,



   

                   

that's gonna be as tempting

to him as shit is to a fly.                      

If Cady breaks into

your home...



   

                   

he can be killed...

justifiably.



   

                   

But he won't show unless he's real

sure you're not gonna be there.



   

                   

Have a good trip. All right. Bye-bye.



   

                   

Call us tonight.

All right.                      

I didn't miss the

 :   to Raleigh?



   

                   

I'm afraid you did.

But there's a   :  .



   

                   

Oh, it's not that. I have

important papers for Samuel Bowden.



   

                   

Was he on the  :  ?



   

                   

We can't give out

that information, sir.



   

                   

I just...



   

                   

I guess I could send it

to him overnight...



   

                   

but he might be back, for

all I know, tomorrow morning.                      

And I...

See, my...



   

                   

My wife and I have been in an

accident and he's our lawyer.



   

                   

If I don't get in touch with

him, we could lose this case.



   

                   

We've already lost

our daughter, Danny.



   

                   

Is...



   

                   

Is there any way I can find out if he was

on that flight and when he's comin' back?                      

It'd really,

really help us.



   

                   

He'll be back

the day after tomorrow, sir.



   

                   

Bless your heart.



   

                   

Go on.

Go on in.



   

                   

Get down, Sam.                      

Leigh,

give me a cigarette.



   

                   

You better slow down. You're outpacing

me  -to-  since you started smoking again.



   

                   

Just keep track of

how many I owe you.                      

How'd it go at the

airport? We did our thing.



   

                   

But we don't know if he saw us.

We don't know if he was there.



   

                   

Well, we'll set the trap

and we'll see.



   

                   

- What if we don't wanna see?

- Danny!



   

                   

What? Maybe he

poisoned the dog.



   

                   

Sam, watch out

for the windows!



   

                   

You're not allowed to

stand up, Dad. Remember?                      

Didn't Cady go after

her? You don't know Danny.



   

                   

If she finds a palmetto bug

in her bedroom,



   

                   

she takes it outside.



   

                   

She could never

kill anything.                      

Even a six-foot

palmetto bug?



   

                   

Oh, God!



   

                   

What is that?



   

                   

It's monofilament line.

Got it from Sam's fishing gear.



   

                   

What I do is stretch it

across the windows and doors,



   

                   

and tie it to

Danny's teddy bear.



   

                   

If the bear moves a quarter of an inch,

I know if the holy ghost is sneakin' in.



   

                   

What are you

reading?



   

                   

Why, did Kersek quit? No.



   

                   

It's just that

Cady said...



   

                   

You want some answers.



   

                   

Me too.



   

                   

I'd like to know

just how strong we are...



   

                   

or how weak.



   

                   

But I guess the only way

we're gonna find that out...



   

                   

is just by

going through this.



   

                   

Cady said to read the book

between Esther and Psalms.



   

                   

Which is which one?



   

                   

The book of Job.                      

Job was a good man.

He believed in God.



   

                   

And God tested his faith.



   

                   

He took away

everything he had,



   

                   

even his children.                      

It's hideous, this plan.

I mean, barbaric.



   

                   

They're crazy.



   

                   

My dad's turned into some

kind of... I don't know what.                      

Barbaric.

Vamos, Danny.                      

Ocúpate de tus propios

asuntos, eh?



   

                   

Listen to your father.

Do what they say.



   

                   

What else you can do? Leave.                      

We could go to the houseboat

and get lost in any inlet.



   

                   

Danny, come on.



   

                   

Don't stay outside.                      

You wanna know...



   

                   

what really disturbs me?



   

                   

Is killing this guy.



   

                   

I mean,

taking a man's life.                      

I don't know if I can live

with that. You may have to.                      

Sam, just remember the

plan. I know the plan.



   

                   

Damn, it's premeditated.

It's, uh...



   

                   

It makes me an accomplice,

an accessory, an abettor.



   

                   

It's also excessive force.



   

                   

The only thing excessive

we could do to Cady...



   

                   

would be to gut him

and eat his liver.



   

                   

Well, that

might be excessive.



   

                   

Jesus Christ, Kersek.

I'm serious.                      

No, you're scared.



   

                   

But that's okay.



   

                   

I want you

to savor that fear.



   

                   

The South evolved

in fear;,



   

                   

fear of the Indian,

fear of the slave,



   

                   

fear of the damn Union.



   

                   

The South has a fine tradition

of savoring fear.                      

What's the matter?                      

Don't look!

Don't look.



   

                   

She's making me nervous.



   

                   

What would she

normally do...



   

                   

if Sam wasn't around

to run her home?



   

                   

- She'd stay over.

- Then she stays over.                      

What?

Leigh?



   

                   

I know how the dog died.



   

                   

- Sam, are you dreaming?

- No.



   

                   

I just had the weirdest feeling

he was already in the house.



   

                   

Can't sleep,

huh, Miss Graciela?



   

                   

Yeah, it's hot.



   

                   

I think it's the humidity.

That's what makes us so thirsty.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

You know, my pop

was a cop...    years.



   

                   

This was his favorite drink

when he was on stakeout.



   

                   

I learnt that in prison.

You like?



   

                   

White-trash piece of shit!



   

                   

Stay here, Leigh.



   

                   

Kersek?



   

                   

Kersek?



   

                   

Danny!



   

                   

Danny, go back to your room.

Go back to your room.                      

Lock the door.                      

Kersek?



   

                   

Don't go down there,

Sam. It's all right.                      

Kersek?



   

                   

Sam!



   

                   

Don't look.                      

Danny, don't look.



   

                   

Oh, my God, Graciela!

Don't look. Don't look.



   

                   

Oh, my God!                      

Oh, my God!                      

Oh, my God!                      

Oh, my God!                      

It's the piano wire.                      

Sam!

Oh!



   

                   

I'm gonna get

this son-of-a-bitch!



   

                   

Sam, no!

No!



   

                   

No! No, Sam!

Son-of-a-bitch!                      

Tell him to stop!



   

                   

Sam, he might be out here!

He might be out here!                      

I've got

Kersek's gun with me...                      

and you're gonna find the piano

wire that Cady used in the house.



   

                   

Yeah, I know how this looks.

I know it.



   

                   

You're not supposed

to flee a murder scene.



   

                   

Listen, Lieutenant, you may

know this and you may not.



   

                   

In the law there's a thing

called force majeure.                      

It means an

unforeseeable act of God.



   

                   

It cancels all promises

and obligations.



   

                   

Legally speaking,

all bets are off.



   

                   

You find Max Cady...



   

                   

and we'll come back.                      

What did he say?



   

                   

He said we're fugitives.

What does that mean?                      

That means we're

doing something right.



   

                   

Where's that old mongrel dog

of yours, Mrs. Bowden?



   

                   

Tomorrow I'll

catch some fish.



   

                   

You don't have to. I've got

enough food to last us a week.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

But it'd be nice.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

It's only rain...

a sheet of rain.                      

What was that?

Just a squall.



   

                   

I'll go check the anchor.                      

Wait, Dad.

Don't go out.



   

                   

Danielle, look. Everything is

okay. We're on the river now.                      

It's just a

squall kickin'.



   

                   

Graciela has a brother.



   

                   

I mean, she had...

had a brother.



   

                   

Oh, sweetie.



   

                   

We'll get in touch with him

right away.



   

                   

Sam?



   

                   

We're making some tea.



   

                   

Sam!



   

                   

Dad?                      

Can't hear you.

It's windy out.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

Are we moving?

Sam!



   

                   

Good evenin', ladies.



   

                   

My husband

has a gun.



   

                   

- Not this gun. Is it this gun?

- Where is he?



   

                   

Restin' up.

Had a long, difficult day.                      

Danielle, I told you,                      

you can't escape your demons

just by leaving home.



   

                   

I didn't.                      

My parents brought me here. Of course.                      

Where's Sexus?                      

Back at the house.

Shame.



   

                   

I had hoped we could

read aloud from it together.



   

                   

Well...                      

I, um... I memorized

some for you. Did you?                      

Yeah.

Did you?



   

                   

Yeah.                      

Well, I'm impressed.



   

                   

Which part?



   

                   

The part...                      

You know what part.

You know. Tsk, tsk, tsk.



   

                   

I don't think

you did your homework.



   

                   

I did.                      

What parts was that?

The good parts?                      

Yeah, they were... Were you a good girl?



   

                   

I was. I knew

you'd follow me here.                      

You know me pretty well,

don't you, darlin'? Yeah, I do.



   

                   

You gonna get to know me

a lot better too.



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Are you offering me

somethin' hot?



   

                   

Let's get

somethin' straight here.



   

                   

I spent    years

in an eight-by-nine cell,



   

                   

surrounded by people

who were less than human.                      

My mission at that time

was to become more than human.                      

You see?



   

                   

Grandaddy used to handle

snakes in church.



   

                   

Granny drank strychnine.



   

                   

I guess you could say I had

a leg up, genetically speakin'.



   

                   

I'm gonna forgive you,

Danielle, honey.



   

                   

But I know that wasn't

the real you, the true you.



   

                   

But I would like you

to wait in the hold.                      

Danielle? Danielle,

get in the hold!                      

Danielle.



   

                   

Stop!

No!



   

                   

Oh, no!



   

                   

Ready to be born again,

Mrs. Bowden?



   

                   

A few minutes alone with me,

darlin'...



   

                   

and you'll be

speakin' in tongues.



   

                   

Excuse me, Mrs. B.                      

Please don't take umbrage, but

in the plan I have formulated,



   

                   

there's much more to it

than just you and I makin' love.



   

                   

I mean, that's just so

commonplace and dreary.



   

                   

You will now

have an opportunity.                      

"What is that opportunity?"

You ask.                      

Why, here and now,

we have an opportunity...



   

                   

to depict and dramatize...



   

                   

Oh, no!



   

                   

Both the heights

and the depths...



   

                   

of a mama's true love of her

daughter, if y'all get my meaning.



   

                   

C'mon out, babe.

Let's go.



   

                   

Get out!

Get up here.



   

                   

This is between you and me.

Leave them out of it.



   

                   

This is my night, Counselor.

Don't you step on my lines.                      

Stop! Stop!



   

                   

Yes, Leigh?



   

                   

Listen to me, Max.                      

Listen to me.



   

                   

You know, Max,

since all this started,



   

                   

I've thought about you

all the time.



   

                   

I've tried to imagine what it

must have been like for you...



   

                   

all those years

locked up in jail.                      

I've tried to imagine you,                      

and even your crimes,                      

and how you must have felt in

those moments that you did them.



   

                   

See...



   

                   

I know about laws, Max.



   

                   

I know about losing time,

even losing years.                      

And I know it

doesn't compare to jail,



   

                   

but I can understand...



   

                   

and I could share this

with you.



   

                   

Because of that, whatever it is

that you've got planned,



   

                   

I want you to do it

just with me,



   

                   

not with her.



   

                   

Because...



   

                   

we have this connection.



   

                   

What do you think,

Counselor?



   

                   

No!



   

                   

That was real eloquent,

Leigh.



   

                   

Brave too.



   

                   

I wanna thank you for conveying to

me your very powerfullest emotions.



   

                   

'Cause...



   

                   

I'm gonna enjoy this

all the more.



   

                   

Oh, my God!



   

                   

The people call

Samuel G. Bowden!                      

Do you swear to tell the truth,

so help you God?                      

Somebody's got to man

the boat. Did you swear?



   

                   

- I'll do it.

- Sit, Danielle.



   

                   

Don't make light of your

duty. You're the jury.                      

I swear to tell the truth.

What do you want to know?



   

                   

Was a prior sexual history ever

prepared in connection with my defense?



   

                   

Was a prior sexual history ever

prepared in connection with my defense?                      

It's...



   

                   

I'm sorry, Your Honor. I agree.

That was argumentative.                      

An investigator did prepare

a prior sexual history...



   

                   

on the alleged victim,

true?



   

                   

I can ask leading questions.

He is a hostile witness.                      

Would you care to tell the court

what the gist was of this report?



   

                   

It was    years ago.

I can't remember that.



   

                   

How can he answer

when you're hitting him!



   

                   

'Cause he's perjuring himself.

He knows exactly what it said!



   

                   

Don't you? It said that

she was promiscuous.



   

                   

It said that she had

three lovers in one month.



   

                   

At least three! And did you

show this report to the D.A.?



   

                   

- No.

- No, I had to.                      

I only discovered it after I

petitioned to represent myself.                      

Six years into my sentence!

There it was in the court file!



   

                   

But back in '  

you buried it!



   

                   

Would you care to

tell the jury why?



   

                   

Would you care to

tell the court why?



   

                   

Because I know he

brutally raped her and beat her.



   

                   

Talk to me!

I'm standing here!



   

                   

Just because she was promiscuous

didn't give you the right to rape her.                      

You bragged to me that you beat two

prior aggravated rapes! You were a menace!



   

                   

You were my lawyer!



   

                   

That report could have

saved me    years!



   

                   

- You're probably right.

- You self-righteous fuck!



   

                   

I'm Vergil and I'm guiding you

through the gates of hell.



   

                   

We are now in the  th Circle,

the Circle of Traitors.



   

                   

Traitors to country!

Traitors to fellow man!



   

                   

Traitors to God!

You, sir...                      

are charged with betrayin'

the principles of all three!



   

                   

Quote for me the American

Bar Association's Rules...



   

                   

of Professional Conduct,

Canon Seven.



   

                   

"A lawyer should represent

his client... "



   

                   

"Should zealously represent his

client within the bounds of the law. "



   

                   

I find you guilty,

Counselor!



   

                   

Guilty of betraying

your fellow man!



   

                   

Guilty of betraying your country

and abrogatin' your oath!                      

Guilty ofjudging me

and selling me out!



   

                   

With the power vested in me

by the kingdom of God,



   

                   

I sentence you to

the  th Circle of hell!                      

Now you will learn

about loss!



   

                   

Loss of freedom!

Loss of humanity!



   

                   

Now you and I will

truly be the same.                      

Get down on your knees. Both

of you, take off your clothes.                      

- Down on your knees now!

- No, no, no!



   

                   

Take off your clothes!

Down on you knees!



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Don't!                      

Now... take off

your clothes!                      

You, Leigh.

Take off your clothes.                      

Now! Now!

No, no, no.                      

C'mon.

Get it, get it!                      

You're gonna learn to be an animal!

To live like one and die like one.                      

Give me your hand!



   

                   

No, Dad!



   

                   

Go! Go!



   

                   

Ahhh!



   

                   

Aaah!



   

                   

Forget about that

restrainin' order, Counselor?



   

                   

You're well within

    yards!



   

                   

Well, here we are, Counselor.

Just two lawyers...                      

workin'it out!



   

                   

I'm gonna kill you!



   

                   

You already sacrificed me,                      

Counselor!



   
 
                    

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!



   
 
                    

Glory be to God.

Hallelujah!



   
 
                    

# On Jordan's stormy banks

I stand #



   
 
                    

# Oh, who will
 
 come with me #
 
 
 
    
 
                    

# I'm bound for the

promised land I... #



   
 
                    

# I'm bound for
 
 the promis... #                      

# Land, I am #



   
 
                    

# I'm bound for
 
 the promised land #                      

We never spoke about

what happened.                      

At least,

not to each other.                      

Fear, I suppose...

that to remember his name,                      

or what he did, would mean

letting him into our dreams.                      

And me, I hardly

dream about him anymore.                      

Still, things won't ever be the

way they were before he came.                      

But that's all right.                      

Because if you

hang on to the past,                      

you die a little every day.                      

And for myself,                      

I know I'd rather live.                      

The end.

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