Life On Mars (US) s01e01 Episode Script

I never said that, Maya.
I never once said that.
- Yeah.
You kind of did, Sam.
- When? When did I say that? You said, and I quote, "Maya, I think it's time.
"I think it's time I met the folks.
" - Was I drunk? - No, you weren't drunk.
Horny maybe.
But not drunk.
I just You know, meeting the folks when the rest of the department doesn't know yet.
- The boss - All right.
News flash, Sam.
Ma, Stepdad, they don't hang out with the boss and the rest of the detectives down at the old 1-2-5.
I just think we need to proceed with caution, all right? - Yes.
All right.
- That's all.
Hey, I'm crazy about you, Maya.
I just I just - Can we talk about this later? - Sure.
He's a homicide suspect.
He's dangerous.
- Be careful, all right? All right.
- You got it.
- What's the status inside, boss? - Raimes is alone.
Fourth floor apartment.
We know if Raimes is a possible track star? I figure not.
Serial killers usually aren't.
Good.
Because I'm all out of fight.
- Ready, Clams? - Ready.
NYPD! Go ahead.
Check the window.
Track star! - All units, the suspect is in the wind.
- Raimes! - Stop! - He's gone out the back.
He's gone out the back.
Move! Suspect is out the window.
I'm on it.
Cut him off! Get out of the way! Hold it! - Smash his face in! - I'm trying.
Ain't talking to you.
Kill the pig, freak show.
What? Take him down, man! Colin Raimes, you're under arrest for the abduction and murder of Laurie Stewart.
Laurie Stewart, kidnapped May 5th.
No sexual assault, held for 30 hours and strangled to death with a bootlace.
We still haven't processed what this fiber is we found under her fingernail.
You wanna tell us, Colin? Colin, this is your diary, found in your room.
"I killed her.
I left her shirt for them to find.
"Held her for 30 hours, just the same way.
She's been killed.
"I enjoyed killing her.
It was more fun than marbles.
" Marbles? What are you, nine? I like marbles.
What was the exact time of the abduction on May 5th? Approximately 2300 hours.
- 11:00 p.
M? - Yeah.
These are the security tapes for the Stardrift Casino in Atlantic City, time-stamped May 5th.
If we were to fast-forward, you would see Mr.
Raimes played craps all night long.
I think we're done here.
Check with the Stardrift, make sure the time stamp hasn't been tampered.
- Yeah? - It's me.
I'm in East River Park, and I got Raimes in my crosshairs.
Raimes is out? Why are you doing this, Maya? Well, I keep going back to the diary.
"I held her for 30 hours, just the same way.
" It's like he's trying to impress someone, copying something or someone.
I feel like I've missed something.
You don't have to prove anything to me.
Don't I? I'm a cop first and foremost, Sam, and you made things real clear earlier.
Earlier? No, no.
I was You're not gonna believe this, Sam.
Who's Lawrence Raimes? Lawrence Raimes is Colin's twin brother.
They're not on speaking terms, but Lawrence there is a degenerate gambler with a real taste for dice.
Maya! Maya! Maya! Detective! We got two more units coming in if you need them.
Nothing over here! What the hell was she doing here, Sam? Colin Raimes' residence.
It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go Hold on, baby.
I'm coming.
Detective Tyler, this is dispatch.
50-20.
To the seat with the clearest view Detective Tyler, please respond.
Go for Tyler.
But the film is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh, man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh, man! Wonder if he'll ever know Hey! You can't park here.
I Yes.
This is not my car.
So you ain't Sam Tyler? I am.
This This is not my car.
I was driving a Jeep.
You were driving a military vehicle? I need my cell.
You need to sell what? No.
I just 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again No way.
As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh, man! Look at those cavemen go Is there life on Mars? Small forward Phil Jackson helping out the Knicks in this game, three against.
Wilt Chamberlain and the Los Angeles Lakers.
What a game we have in store for you tonight.
"freaky people need not apply" So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why He said, "You look like a fine, upstanding young man "I think you'll do" So I took off my hat I said, "Imagine that "Huh! Me workin' for you" Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Blockin' out the scenery Breakin' my mind Do this, don't do that Can't you read the sign? You okay? Look like you seen a ghost.
Like he's seen a ghost, and he was balling your mother.
You the transfer from Hyde? Sam Tyler? I'm Sam Tyler.
What's Hyde? It's upstate.
They got a great train museum up there.
You ever been to it? All right.
I don't know who the hell you think you are, but this is my office.
Right here.
This is my desk, here.
So where's my desk? Where's my desk? Chair? - My computer? - Your computer? Like HAL? 2001: A Space Odyssey? Looks like we got us a regular spaceman.
Okay, what the hell's going on? This is my department.
What have you done with it? Hey, hey.
You might wanna keep it down, boss.
Too late.
- Now you done it.
- You woke him.
All right.
Okay.
Surprise me.
What year is this supposed to be? It's 1973.
Or as our Chinese brethren would like to call it, "The Year of the Fist.
" You got to be kidding me.
Don't ever waltz into my kingdom acting the king of the jungle.
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Oh, what a relief it is! Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Oh, what a relief it is! Operator.
Yeah.
I'm trying to reach Is that an international number? No.
No, it's a cell phone.
Maya Daniels' cell phone.
I'm not sure what you're selling, sir, but you're gonna Doctor? We're losing him! - Clear! - Clear! No response.
Clear! Clear! Stop! Stop! Stop! Clearly, Detective Tyler here is dizzier than a monkey on a merry-go-round.
Have someone check under his hood.
- No-Nuts? - No-Nuts.
No broken bones, no bruises.
Do you feel like you're gonna vomit? I am a little nauseous, to tell you the truth.
But you would be, too, if you took the last flight in from 2008.
You're gonna stick to that story, huh? Are you a doctor? I'm about as qualified as Dr.
Kildare.
I'm part of the Bureau of Police Women.
What's that? They don't have that in 2008, do they? Not so much.
We tend to lost kitties, hysterical girlfriends, concussed detectives.
- What's your name? - Annie Norris.
Or as I am so fondly referred to here in the old 1-2-5 No-Nuts Norris.
I was four in 1973.
This is 1973, Detective Tyler.
And you really should stop with that line of nonsense.
If what you say is true, you were hit by a car, brain is a little sozzled, but you seem okay, this notion that you're some kind of a time traveler notwithstanding.
Annie, get your "talking to grieving parents" kit on.
We found the missing twirl.
- A "twirl"? - A girl.
A broad.
A chick.
A dame.
A lass.
Oh.
Of course.
A twirl.
Her name's Suzi Tripper, missing two days.
Her blouse was left in East River Park.
East River Park? - That's where Maya - Found her this morning.
Neck wrung like a Christmas turkey.
No sign of sexual assault.
Her blouse left at the scene of abduction.
Strangled.
No sign of sexual assault.
Is this why I'm here? No, you're here to make me curse the day my father's sperm asked my mama's egg if it could have this dance.
Where's the body? Take him to the slab.
Lab lifted a few prints off her shoe.
They've been sent downtown.
Should hear back in a couple of weeks or so if there's a match.
A couple of weeks? Yeah.
It's amazing what they can do these days.
Strangled with a ligature.
No other wounds, defensive or otherwise.
What have we learned from the stomach contents? Chris, take a look.
In the file.
In the postmortem file.
She wasn't fed for at least a day before she was killed.
Held her for 30 hours.
Just like Laurie Stewart.
Come on! All right.
Stop.
Over.
Enough! Okay, wall is wet.
I can smell the formaldehyde.
Sandwich on the tray, half-eaten.
It's ham.
Someone's whistling outside.
To think, this is the guy they wanna bump up instead of you? Yeah, tell me about it.
It's an embarrassment.
Hey, you got to get some rest.
I think that, that crash maybe hurt your head.
Oh, my head.
Hey, pal.
Why don't you get yourself a scotch? Maybe even a stewardess.
You know, set things right.
What are you My God.
Tyler.
You look like you were sleeping with your eyes open.
This is about Maya.
About your what-a? He kills, and then he waits I mean, that must be why I'm here.
I mean I mean, if I can stop him now, he can't kill then, and Maya's safe.
No.
Colin Raimes would be in diapers in 1973.
It doesn't add up.
No, it don't.
No-Nuts is gonna take you to your new flop.
Take the rest of the day to get settled.
- Yeah, but the fibers.
- That's an order.
He's all yours.
Come on, Sam.
Let me take you home.
Home? Yeah.
How can I argue with that? It's not that bad.
The water isn't brown so much as it's tan.
Hey, at least the department is putting you up.
My wage still has me living with my folks in Kew Gardens.
I mean, Mike Farrell may have the biggest key ring in town, but my key isn't on it.
Bathroom's down the hall.
There's one on each floor, so you won't be sharing it with the whole building.
They shipped your clothes from Hyde.
I unpacked them for you.
Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
Annie.
Listen to me.
I had an accident and I woke up 35 years in the past.
Now that either makes me a time traveler, a lunatic, or I'm lying in a hospital bed in 2008, and none of this is real.
I thought we agreed to stop.
Maya, my girlfriend, has been kidnapped by the same man who strangled Suzi Tripper yesterday.
Maybe we should rethink this trip to the hospital.
And he'll hold her for a day.
And then, like Laurie Stewart in 2008 and Suzi Tripper here in '73, and I I can't help her.
There's a thing, Sam.
It's called paranoid delusion.
It's chemical, it's in the brain, and things like head wounds can bring it on.
That's pretty fancy talk for a girl who lives with her folks in Queens.
Temporary arrangement for a woman who's still paying off her psychology degree from Fordham.
And what if you're just my mind telling me this is real? You feel it? My heartbeat.
If I were a figment of your imagination, I would probably let your hand linger on my chest.
However, I got to go.
Where? What do you care? I'm not real, remember? Soon as I walk out that door, poof, I'm gone.
Here I go.
Hocus-pocus! Sam.
Magic, huh? Now get some rest.
In module three, we noted that the collective Pythagorean angles can be derived from the simple numinary "A," as in the constant 10.
But what concerns us most is regulating his breathing.
I have to stress to you that Sam is in low responsiveness, but not in a persistent vegetative state.
Hey.
Hey, I'm right here.
At times, however, he moves, murmurs I'm here! Has motor responses.
Yeah, you're damn right I do! - Suggesting perhaps that he is - Look! Look at me! operating in an alternate reality.
All we can do is monitor and wait.
Listen! Sam.
Hey! What? I'm awake.
I'm awake.
Look at me! Where are you going? Don't leave me.
Don't leave me here.
Please! Don't go! No.
Don't leave me.
Suzi Tripper's dead, and you were seen having a sloe gin fizz with her - the night she was murdered.
- I know you.
You broke my cousin Davey's collarbone at that war protest down on Bank Street.
Or as I like to refer to it, the good old days.
Uh Dora, my name's Detective Tyler, but please call me Sam.
Are you really a cop? You don't seem like no cop.
You ain't so much ugly.
Thank you, Sophia Loren.
That night you were with Suzi, did you see her talking with anyone? A stranger, perhaps? The answer, Detective Tyler, is blowing in the wind.
I'm done with this! - Hey, get your hands off me! - Lieutenant! - I want a lawyer! - Stop it! - She asked for a lawyer.
- You're done with this, Tyler.
- She's a possible witness.
- Get out of here! Sit down.
How you doing, my friend? What part of my subconscious do you hail from? Poughkeepsie.
- What's your poison? - Just give me a Diet Coke.
Diet Coke? Scotch.
Make it a double, will you? Diet Coke.
Now that would be something, huh? - Yeah.
- Irish coffee, Nelson.
And I want it black as the sky on a moonless night above 110th Street.
Hey, blue.
This is the detectives' joint.
Your gin mill's around the corner.
- All right, let's go.
- What did you do to that girl? You know, where I come from, you'd be looking at suspension.
Really? For making a breakthrough? At 2300 hours, she saw Suzi Tripper heading away from the bar, followed by a white male with long dark hair.
That's what I call narrowing the gap.
Listen, it's not human hair under the fingernails.
It's synthetic.
The killer's either wearing thick gloves or he's using a bag or something made of coarse materials.
That's a long road of logic to pull from one minute in the meat-house.
I've seen it before.
I'm telling you, there's a pattern here.
He's gonna take another girl.
You don't have to listen to me.
After all, you're just some bottom-feeding thug who crawled out of some dark pit in the recesses of my mind.
I'll see you, Gene.
Send regards to my id.
You wanna throw down? Let's throw down right now.
You're new on the spit, Tyler, and I sympathize with that.
First-day-at-new-school jitters and all.
But here's what you need to get smart on quick.
My team's tight.
We collar the baddies to keep this island safe.
I never give up and I always go for the maximum.
When my time is done, they will say, "He has been here.
" Of that I am sure.
"He has been here.
"And there were less villains on the street because of that fact.
" Which is why you need to believe me.
With what I know, I can find this killer.
All right, then.
Prove it.
To find our guy, we have to anticipate his next move.
To do that, we have to get inside his head to understand what he's thinking.
It's a very powerful thing to be able to do.
So is pulling a rabbit out of my labonza.
Annie, you're familiar with the case.
Yes, sir.
Can you help me out here? I'd rather not.
Please.
Come on, Annie.
Oh, I get it.
Every Houdini needs an assistant with a great set of gams.
Ms.
Norris has a psych degree from Fordham.
Yeah, well, I have an ass that can fart the melody of every Peter, Paul and Mary song ever recorded.
Do I get to stand up there, too? So, the victim wasn't gagged.
That seems odd.
Right? Why didn't he gag her? Because he needed He needed to see her mouth, her lips.
We need to see the things that we value.
Put yourself in his mindset.
You're lonely.
Women ignore you.
But in your dreams, there's a girl.
She's got these big eyes and ruby red lips.
And this dream haunts you.
But one day you find that girl from your dreams and you bring her home.
But something's wrong.
Why don't those lips smile at you like they did in the dream? So you're embarrassed.
Then angry.
It's her fault.
She taunted you in the dream, and now, now she's rejecting you.
You reach your breaking point.
You strangle her, and the whole cycle repeats itself with another girl.
But this time you're sure you'll muster the courage to kiss her.
Only, you won't be able to.
If I wanted to be this bored, I'd go to mass with the missus and her miserable mother.
This nut job may have just moved into the area.
Let's start looking at new faces in the local boozers.
Let's not wait until another girl ends up with her dead on.
Get out of here, Norris.
Somewhere there's bound to be someone looking for their Cream of Wheat.
We've wasted enough time already.
Let's go.
Sam! About back there.
Please don't ever do that to me again.
What, ask you to use your brain for five seconds? I know how this department works, and I know what they think about women in uniform.
And someday things are going to change, but until that day, the last thing I need is to draw attention to the things I know, the things that are going to make me an excellent member of the New York Police Department.
That day is not now, and no matter how much you believe you came from a future where this is all so, it's not.
I don't understand.
I'm sorry.
I'm not trying I don't understand why I would be dreaming about this.
Who dreams of being yelled at by a closet feminist member of the 1973 Police Women's Bureau? Where are you going? My mind can only invent so much.
So I'm gonna walk until I can't think up any more streets or faces or arguments or details.
There are only so many details.
Out here in the fields I fought for my meals I get my back into my living Don't cry What I need to do, Annie, is to follow the yellow brick road.
And what are you gonna find? Hopefully, the end of the yellow brick road.
Maya is saved and I get to go home.
Sally, take my hand Travel south crossland Put out the fire Wow! My mom used to take me here.
I bought my first Hall and Oates My first Led Zeppelin album here.
What you see here, all of this, vinyl albums, they all become obsolete, replaced with CDs and digital music you listen to on MP3 players this big.
And the sound is Well, it's much worse.
I'll have to find a way to take all this back with me.
Sam? He doesn't gag them.
He wants to kiss them, so he doesn't cover their mouths.
But if they shout, he could get caught.
So how does he keep them quiet? Strands of material under the victims' nails and on their skin, only it's not wool.
It's coarse.
Synthetic.
- Know what this is, Annie? - What? It's the end of the yellow brick road.
The fibers we found under Suzi Tripper's fingernails? Acoustic padding.
That's how he keeps his victims quiet.
He soundproofs the room where he holds them.
What's wrong? That pain in the ass Dora Keen has gone missing.
They found her jacket all ripped up and bloodied on the J platform at Delancey.
Looks like he did it again.
I got something.
Raimes, that name you asked me to look into, there's a report filed three months ago.
Woman in her 70s.
Shirley Raimes.
Why is this Mrs.
Raimes important? She's Colin Raimes' grandmother.
Who the hell's Colin Raimes? Look, this is just a hunch, okay? Bring her in.
That's good coffee.
There's so much bad coffee in the world.
It's nice to have good coffee with a pastry.
Mrs.
Raimes, you made a complaint to the police three months ago.
I did? This is wonderful.
Good.
Now you made a complaint about a neighbor.
- What can you tell us about that? - I forget things.
Mrs.
Raimes, it could be vital that you remember exactly why you came in to see us three months ago.
I Okay.
Maybe someone upset you or did something bad or dangerous.
Now, come on, Mrs.
Raimes.
I need you to think.
Come on.
Think.
Pasticciotto.
What's that, hon? I love pasticciotto, the ones with the real Italian custard.
Oh, those are quite pricey.
Chris, run down to Quinzani's and pick up a dozen pasticciotto.
Tell Richie Quinzani they're for a very special friend of mine.
And don't you go worrying about this neighbor business.
It's not important, not important at all.
- You want another cup, hon? - That's very nice of you.
You got it.
- The man downstairs, Willy Kramer.
- What about him, dear? He plays his phonograph all the night long.
Bash, crash, bam.
Terrible stuff.
Music these days, it's not like the golden era.
So that's why you came in.
To make a complaint about the noise from his stereo.
And it did the trick.
He still lives there, but you can't hear a thing now.
Wait.
Do we have a warrant? There's your warrant.
- Police! - Perfect.
Dancing, glancing Willy drives them silly With his star shoe shimmy shuffle down Dora, it's okay.
Police.
Dora, remember me? You're safe.
Little Willy, Willy won't go home But you can't push Willy round Willy won't go Try tellin' everybody but, oh, no Little Willy, Willy won't go home Uptown, downtown Little Willy, Willy drives them wild with his run-around style Mama done chase Willy down through the hall But laugh, Willy, laugh Kramer? It's over.
There's no place left to go.
You got that right, pig.
There's no place left to go.
Little Willy, Willy won't go home Will? - Willy, listen to me.
- No.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
- All right, just put the gun down.
- It's the way back.
It's the only way back.
The The way back where? The way back home.
- Willy - Stay away or I'll do it! I will do it.
I get it now.
Oh, that's good.
That's right.
Okay.
Send me back.
Shoot me so I can save Maya.
Shake me out of this insanity.
The crack of the gun, the bullet, it's the jolt I need.
- Is that what you're saying? - Don't make me! Why not? This is all in my mind anyway.
You don't exist.
You're just a symbol of my anger or a metaphor for my inability to commit.
- Either way, you're nothing.
- Please! You do it.
Shoot me.
Wake me up.
Shoot me! Come on.
Come on.
Pull the trigger.
I want to go back home.
Come on.
Pull the trigger, Willy.
Get me out of here, Willy! You really are some kind of lunatic, Tyler.
You even managed to out-lunatic this daffy goopus, and he's crazier than a fruit bat at a cranberry convention.
Which makes you a pretty good fit for us at the 1-2-5.
- What do you think, boss? - That remains to be seen.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! - Is that necessary? - Not at all.
Lawrence, Colin.
Get inside, boys.
I like marbles.
Maya was right.
It was about hero worship.
Colin Raimes was trying to impress the man he idolized, his neighbor, Willy Kramer.
- He was a copycat.
- Sam.
That little boy is gonna grow up to abduct Maya.
- So what now, Sam? - I don't know, Annie.
I don't know.
You don't know what's going on You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby My poor discarded baby I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out Hey, Colin.
You're the one who took away Willy.
There are things I know about you.
And you may never understand how I know them.
You want to be like Willy because you think he has the answers.
Isn't that right? Willy isn't afraid of anything.
I'm afraid of everything.
It's good to be afraid, Colin.
Fear keeps us honest.
Fear keeps us alive.
It keeps us sane.
Keeps us sane.
Sam? Maya? Sam, it's me.
Can you hear me? Yes, I can hear you.
Maya? Sam, if you can hear me, I'm safe.
Everything's okay.
Now, come home.
Come back home.
- But I don't know how.
- I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Are you okay, mister? Yeah.
Yeah.
I She said she's safe.
So - I guess I am.
- Sam? Yeah, go for Tyler.
Sam, I've been looking all over for you.
We got an armed robbery down on Sullivan.
The Lieut wants all hands on deck.
Are you coming? Sam? Are you there? Yes, Chris, yes.
For some reason I'm still here.
Later, kid.
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes, you are left out Out of there without a doubt 'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time