May 24, 2002
October 15, 2002
(Region 1 - North America)
July 7, 2003 (Region 2 - UK)
July 13, 2010 (Blu ray - order here)
Alcon Entertainment, Section B Productions, Witt/Thomas Productions
Warner Bros. Pictures
Sent from the city to investigate the murder of a teenage girl in a small Alaska town, a police detective accidentally shoots his own partner while trying to apprehend a suspect. Instead of admitting his guilt, the detective is given an unexpected alibi, but this "solution" only multiplies the emotional complexity and guilt over his partner's death. He's also still got a murder to solve, in addition to the blackmail and framing of an innocent bystander being orchestrated by the man they were chasing. There's also a local detective who is conducting her own personal investigation... of his partner's death. Will it all come crashing down on him?
Don't worry, Will... you can sleep when you're dead.
Killing changes you. It's like awareness.
Who am I speaking to?
Hi, this is Walter. Leave a message, wait for the beep. [beep]
Will, are you there? Where else can you go in that state? You must've been freezing. If you want, take a shower. There're clean towels in the bathroom.
Hi, this is Walter. Leave a message, wait for the beep. [beep]
Will, pick up. I'm not dumb enough to come back--
Will. Will Dormer. What are you doing? I'm trying to help and you run around like a fucking maniac. Were you gonna kill me? How'd you explain that one?
No one gets too upset when child murderers are brought in feet first.
There's no evidence that I killed Kay. You only know it because I told you what I saw on that beach. Come on. What's wrong with you?
Guess I'm a little cranky. Lack of sleep, you know.
Get some rest, will you? Get some pills in the bathroom and my bed is nice and comfy. Another night up like this, you're really gonna lose it. Hallucination, babbling, God knows what. Tomorrow when you're feeling better we'll meet in public. We'll sort things out, okay? There's a ferry, about 5 miles north of Nightmute. I'll be on the 11 o'clock. And Will, before you leave, could you feed the dogs? They're on a diet.
In what regard were you and her familiar?
How did you know her, Finch?
She was an avid reader of my detective novels.
When did you meet her for the first time?
About a year ago. She came to one of my signings here in Nightmute. She hung around afterwards. We chatted about my writing... and how she wanted to write... and then we started talking and she asked me if she could visit me and talk about books, things like that.
And she did?
Yeah, we became very close. She got comfortable enough to show me some of her own writing.
What does she write?
No, not really.
You tell her that?
Why would I?
So, uh, exactly, what was the nature of your relationship with this girl, Finch?
I was someone she could talk to. Someone outside of her everyday life. That's why she needed me and probably approached me.
Why'd she need you for that?
Well, her boyfriend, Randy--
Abusive little prick. He hit her.
We know all this already, Finch.
No, it was getting worse.
No, it was a lot worse! Really.
Why all this eagerness to talk about Randy Stetz, Finch?
Well? You're right, I'm sorry, detective. That's probably all hearsay anyway and I don't wanna say anything that can be taken the wrong way.
Excuse me, Mr. Finch. Anything you say to us at this stage is in strict confidence. Secondly, we're not a bunch of hotheads who are gonna draw a few crazy conclusions. Okay?
And there was one more thing. Probably doesn't mean very much, but I think she was getting scared. I probably have to blame myself for that.
Why is that?
Randy knew who I was. Not who I was, but he knew she had a friend and someone she could confide in. It made him furious. She was always writing about how scared she was. And her letters were getting more and more desperate.
You still have any of these letters, by any chance?
I probably do. Do you think it might help?
They might. Okay, anything else?
The thing that worried her the most was the gun. He had this old handgun. I don't know where he got it, probably wasn't even his, but he said he was gonna use it if he found out who she was seeing. He kept it hidden in a heating vent. You know, in the skirting boards.
It might be the .38. Give me Judge Biggs.
What are you doing?
I'm getting a search warrant to go to Randy's place. You got that? Get Judge Biggs on the phone right away.
I should get over there.
No, you're the guy he's talking to, for crissake.
So, we're waiting for the search warrant, okay? Mr. Finch, do you know when Randy showed her the gun?
February? No, no, probably January.
Why didn't you come forward with this information when she died?
She didn't want anybody to know.
Beaten to death.
I was honoring her wishes.
Her body dumped on a pile of garbage.
I was her friend.
You weren't a friend.
All right, we were acquaintances, all right? We were close. And I was just--
She was attractive. Did you have sex with her?
She was 17.
17? She was attractive.
Suppose? She was.
So, did you have sex with her?
No, I was her mentor.
You bought her things.
What kinda gifts?
Books mostly; that's what she loved.
Books? What about this? You give her this?
To see how she looked with it on?
No? Why jewelry?
It was just a present.
Present. You bought a lot of presents. You bought her dresses.
Yes, what's wrong with that?
Nothing wrong. Just trying to figure out what kinda mentor you were.
I gave her things she couldn't have.
Pff, you just wanted to fuck her, didn't you? You sick son of a bitch!
A tough cop. A brilliant killer. An unspeakable crime.
Don't close your eyes.
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Insomnia - Schlaflos
Insomnie (French title)
Noches blancas (Insomnia)
This movie is a remake of the 1997 Norwegian film "Insomnia."
Although the titles are identical, this film is wholly unrelated to the Stephen King novel "Insomnia."
$20,930,169 (2,610 theaters)
September 26, 2002