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On standby, get ready.

Prepare the operation, face point, 7722.

- Pto5, priority clearance.

- Clearance, 05. - We've lost Steele here

at the beach, we need

all available help immediately.

Senator rast,

who will head up the investigation?

- Unfortunately.

Another one, chaps.

No, we'll have no more comment.

Senator, why are you here exactly?

♪ he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ for he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ for he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪and so say all of us ♪

♪and so say all of us ♪

♪and so say all of us ♪

♪ for he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ for he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ for he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪and so say all of us ♪

Is a foreign power possibly responsible?

Yay!

- Make a wish. - Make a wish.

- Make a wish.

- I don't know, sorry.

I don't know anymore.

Senator rast,

it is rumored that you will replace the deputy governor.

Is there any proof to that rumor?

Who will be making the investigation?

- The senator will have a prepared statement

if you'll just be patient with us.

How many people have known about...

- Senator rask... - What was the relationship...

Are you gonna give anymore information?

The public has a right to know that.

- Okay, Jack, let's go.

Can you write that down?

- Standby to move out. - Senator, how's the...

- Nick, you promised.

- Look, I'm sorry, something very big's come up.

I'll talk to you about it later, alright?

Gonna fight 'em back.

- It's time to move your legs.

- Mummy? - Mm-hmm?

- Do you know that clown?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, how can he make it thunder?

I don't know.

Magic.

- Could you hire him to come again next year?

- We'll see, huh?

Now, why don't in the bathroom,

and don't forget to clean your teeth,

and I might let you watch television later on.

No chance of finding Eli Steele alive.

However, rescue and search teams will continue

to comb the coastline throughout the night.

With governor Connors still "I in hospital,

the question being asked

is who now will deputize for him?

Senator Nick rast was non-committal

when he flew in from the capital this afternoon.

- Mummy? - When asked whether

he was a likely replacement - hmm?

For Eli Steele, - mummy?

The senator reportedly

- Oh, dear.

- No chances of any arrest - it's alright.

As he was surrounded by a team

far larger than usual.

Get outta here.

Dr. Lovelock.

- That won't help him.

Nothing will, it's too late.

There's not point in shifting him.

- Then that's it?

- Well Sandra, as I've explained,

the drugs we use in treating leukemia,

they damage the mirror cells

as well as other normal cells in the body.

As evidence by the loss of hair and bleeding tissues.

- You're just giving up?

- Sandra, it comes to a point when the treatment

does more harm than good.

I mean, he's had three long years of this.

I think he's just lost his fight.

- It isn't the fighting that's killing him,

it's the giving up.

- Yes, well I appreciate your spirit, Sandra,

but I can't authorize any further treatment.

Now wouldn't it be easier if you just...

- I'm not interested in making anything easy for anyone.

- For god's sake, Sandra.

Everything humanly possible has been done, mm?

- Burn him with radiation.

You fill him with drugs that hurt.

That turn his blood to water.

He's only a little boy.

And then you just dump him, you just give up.

- Sandra, don't, please... - Oh, what have you done

except run off to your little whore?

Just, just go away.

Leave us alone.

- I'm sorry about that, doctor.

This may sound a bit callous,

but it couldn't possibly have come at a worse time.

I have to back at the capital in the morning.

- Nick?

Nick?

Nick?

What is it?

- What the hell are you?

- You don't know?

- How did you get in, what do you want?

- Gregory wolfe.

I've come to help Alex.

We are a cheerful lot, aren't we?

- Did you send for anybody?

Who let you in, did bergier let you in?

Bergier?

Robinson?

- Nick?

Can you help him?

- Alex?

Alex?

Do you know who I am?

- Can you help him?

- It's already done.

- Oh, this is absurd, preposterous.

- Our son's dying.

- He's not even sick.

He's dying.

- Get up, Alex.

- He can't get up.

- Come on, Alex, of course you can.

- God's sake, I'm up here.

- What are you doing? - Up, up, up.

- I've been trying... - Stop him.

- Do you want to die?

To rot?

You alright?

Mummy?

- Where'd he go?

- Can I ask Alice to make me a sandwich?

- You alright?

Who is he?

- This is for you.

I don't know.

He just appeared.

He did something to Alex, and then vanished.

Our security didn't pick him up,

and neither did the dogs.

I haven't been able to find any trace of him.

- Sandra, would it make any difference

if I told you I've buried people

who been cured by characters like that?

- Nope.

- Then why are we wasting each others time?

- Look at him.

It's been a week and he grows stronger every day.

- Sandra, as I explained from the beginning,

the heartbreaking thing is the periods

of spontaneous remission.

You know, it's quite common.

The patient feels much better but it's only temporary.

It's always temporary.

- Mummy, could I watch TV?

- Uh-huh.

Off you go.

Why won't you authorize an examination?

- If Alex is happy,

and if you and Nick will just take each day as it comes,

why should I expose him to a long, uncomfortable series

of tests just to prove what we've known for many months?

If Alex thinks he's cured, let him enjoy it while he can.

I'd go if I could fetch one.

You can't put nothing in there, will come out the side?

Oh, it's not working.

How does it, how does it happen to go that way

when I put the two fingers there?

Who are you talking to, darling?

- Gregory.

- What are you doing here?

- Didn't you send for me?

- How did you get in?

- He came in through the television.

- You can't always believe what you see, Alex.

Who are you?

What did you do to Alex?

The doctors have given up on him.

- Have you given up on him?

- They say his recovery is only temporary.

Spontaneous remission.

The day when Alex wakes up

and keeps breathing until bedtime has been an eternity.

Then last week I didn't dare hope for more.

Well look at him.

It's like

a miracle.

Isn't it?

Did you cure my son?

- Alex is as well as he feels,

and it will last as long as he wants it to.

- I'd like to know how you got in the other night?

Alex tells me you turned into a bird.

- You said you wouldn't tell.

- You must have climbed the Ivy.

Where are you from?

Over seas.

- Which sea?

- You speak French?

I've always wanted Alex to have a second language.

It broadens the outlook.

- Uh!

Voila.

- Aren't you ever serious?

Would you do something for me?

For you,

I would cause king's to fall and cats to fly.

If things can be done,

and there's a dollar in it, - Lucas?

- Be sure that that is... - Certainly, Nick?

It's for you.

- Thank you.

That that, is what it should be,

that is where the emphasis of our time will be put, yes?

Ah, senator rast?

- I've found him.

He's coming for dinner tonight.

- Sandra, I do wish you wouldn't do these things without...

What about you senator, what do you believe in?

- Nicky believes in votes.

-Are you interested in politics, wolfe?

- He's absolutely seduced by politics.

It's his only passion, I fear.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Two drinks and I completely lose control.

Isn't that right, pet?

- Hello.

- Gregory, you could stay overnight.

We've got tons of rooms.

- What an interesting idea, Alex.

- You should be in bead. - Aw.

- Go on, off you go.

- Will you show me how you make the dogs bark again?

- Go to bed darling. - Alright.

Goodnight, Gregory.

- N-Night, mum. - Alex?

Next time I'll turn them into swans,

and we'll soar on their back among the clouds,

how about that?

- Terrific, goodnight.

- You seemed to have won a devote.

- Tell me something, senator,

how does a deputy governor manage

to vanish in broad daylight?

- Heavy seas.

- But in 90% of drownings, the body turns up.

- Really?

90% of ordinary drownings,

but in the case of Eli Steele,

the whole area was crawling with helicopters,

rescue vessels, even divers

within minutes of his disappearance,

and yet, nothing.

- Well how do you think it happened?

- I know nothing about politics, senator,

but I do know about magic,

and I know there are powers at work in the universe.

To those higher powers, the de-materialization

of a given target would be child's play.

- Well, perhaps Eli Steele

was spirited away by a ufo.

- Why not?

It's as credible as drowning.

- I'll mention it to our chief of security.

- Anyone for strip poker?

- Then you don't believe it's possible

for a person to slip in and out of this dimension?

- I'm simply saying that

there are more plausible explanations.

- Then you think it was assassination?

- Are you kidding?

- No.

How can I help you?

- Benny, it's Nick.

Yes, sir.

- Just as a matter of interest,

has the computer thrown up anything more

on the Eli Steele drowning?

Yes, I know it's late, can you check?

- Alice?

Where's Alex?

- In the lounge room.

Excuse me, mum?

Will senator rast be home tonight?

- No.

- Will Mr. Gregory?

- I'll be making dinner this evening.

You won't be required.

- Thank you, mum.

- Alex?

Alex?

Alex?

Oh, Alexander rast, don't you ever do that to me again.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to shout at you.

Has Gregory been teaching you tricks again?

- Watch.

Voila.

- I'll voila you.

- Can I go to the beach with Gregory this afternoon?

- Oh.

- Well, you're with poor Gregory day and night.

He may have other things to do.

Besides, you're going to the movies this evening

with Mr. Bergier and Mr. Robinson.

- Please, mum, please?

- Definitely not.

- What do you see, Alex?

- The ocean.

- What else?

- Birds, the clouds.

- What else?

- Kinda...

- Yes?

- Kinda like the edge?

- Bravo.

The edge of the world.

Where the earth is at war with the sea.

Now listen, what can you hear?

- The wind.

- The wind, our invisible friend.

See, how it holds the gulls aloft?

Is that not magic, Alex?

Now, Alex...

What do you feel?

I, I feel scared.

- Use your heart not your head.

What do you feel?

- Pull off.

- There is the edge.

Only the wind separates you from the rocks.

What do you feel?

- Death.

-Again?

I feel death.

- Death sits here,

perched like a vulture waiting for you to forget him.

Always remember the fear of death, Alex,

and he'll never be able to take you by surprise.

- Wait a minute, Nick.

The boss likes you.

He said to me, doc, I like that guy,

but if I don't get out of the hospital soon,

we're gonna be up the creek,

and you know what that makes you, senator?

- Yes, a paddle.

- That's right.

Now the press has been playing you like a violin.

My man doesn't like it.

- Look, I haven't been briefed, doc.

I need facts and I need figures, not just rhetoric.

- Well, I always say that effective government

consists of ignoring facts.

- Well I'm not sure I'm cut out for all this.

- Oh, sure you are.

We put you in the computer,

and the computer said you'll do.

Oh, and another thing, senator, lay off the Steele drowning.

Ask questions about the anti-inflation plans,

the price of oil in Texas,

but don't ask questions about things you know nothing about.

That's why we've got intelligence.

Oh, and incidentally, senator,

about your new image,

intelligence says cool it with Zoe cayce.

- Oh, now wait a minute, doc.

- Look, your wife is hot stuff.

The chief executive said to me,

"Nick's wife is hot stuff."

What the hell do you want with a tramp like Zoe cayce?

- Well, it's a long story.

- Nick, you know how Porter's boys operate.

Now drop Zoe cayce or they'll drop her for you.

- Excellent.

- Thank you.

I'm on to you, Gregory wolfe.

Mm?

- I think I know who you are and what you want.

- Oh?

- To Alex you're his playmate and mentor

so you assume that role.

To Nicky, you're an itch he can't scratch.

To beiger, a security risk.

To Alice, the mysterious guest.

You're different things to different people,

and you play each role separately.

The thundering faith healer,

the political innocent,

the parlor magician.

- And what am I to you?

- I think you've pushed people into the deep end.

That's the beginning and end of your purpose.

You force people to escape their limitations.

Well, take Nick, his limitations—-

- take Sandra.

Her limitations.

- Oh, no.

I'm not going to let you change the subject.

- Why do you and Nick have separate bedrooms?

Don't you ever sleep together.

- No.

Our marriage was arranged by people in high places.

It was politically expedient at the time

for senator rast to marry the daughter of an ambassador.

-Ah,

money.

- I'm not so much a wife as a PR. Job.

- And Alex?

- Another politically expediency conceived

out of a committee decision.

When we found out Alex was leukemic,

I thought we were finally reaping

the marred fruit of a godless union.

Does this sound like a confession?

I'm sorry.

- So by curing Alex, I've absolved your sin, is that it?

- Absolved one,

induced another.

You're pushing me into the deep end, too.

Aren't you?

I arranged this evening.

Must I do everything?

- The deep end is always with you.

All you have to do is fall.

- How's your glass?

I thought...

Get out.

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Please.

Get out.

Gregory?

Forgive me.

Please,

forgive me.

- Forgive me.

- I do love you.

- I know.

- Sandra?

Nick.

- How was the garden party?

- Oh, fine.

When did you get back?

- Oh, about noon.

Sandra, I would like a word with you.

- I'm tired.

- Yes, yes, I'll bet you are.

I think I'll got to bed.

Goodnight.

- Where have you been?

- You're drunk.

- Yes, I'm drunk.

How nice for you.

- Alex was wondering where you were at bedtime.

No, he didn't,

and don't use him like that.

- The garden party finished at five.

- Then we're obviously late.

- You two have been spending a lot of time together.

- It was your idea that he take me to the garden party.

- Doc wheelan thinks it would be a good idea

if we didn't see quite so much of Gregory.

- And if doc wheelan told you

to jump into a pile of crap,

you wouldn't stop to put your boots on.

- Governor's rise and fall on doc wheelan's say so,

and the word is, I'm to replace Eli Steele.

- Whoopy, Nicky.

- And this deputy governor is not gonna share this house

with that live in layabout.

Are you sleeping with him?

- Why the sudden interest in me?

Isn't your little whore from the typing pool,

oh, what's her name, zo.

- Zoe, and she's a press assistant.

As a matter of fact, I've stopped seeing her.

I thought it would be best

to give more time to you and Alex.

- Well, we don't want your time, Nick.

We've managed just fine until now,

and now that Alex doesn't require every ounce of my love

and every minute of my time,

I'll do as I please as late as I please

regardless of what you, wheelan, or god almighty thinks.

Do we understand each other, senator?

Oh, why not, Mr. Robinson?

- Too cold.

- But I wanna show Gregory something.

- Well, you'll just have to show him in here.

- Line one, everyone. - Stop.

- We've appeared to have picked

- up that new radio. - Stop, stop, stop.

- Move 'em along. - We go to the operations 856.

- Thank you, thank you, nice to see you.

- Good evening, miss twist.

- Yes, I'm sure he'll be here.

It's just that I wish people

wouldn't keep calling him our Gregory.

- Of course he's our Gregory, pet.

Everyone should have their very own Gregory.

- Would you excuse me just a minute?

Our guest of honor, hello.

- Nick. - So good to see you again.

Dr. Barthelemy.

How was your flight?

- Awful.

- We nearly didn't come.

Mistress has a very bad tooth,

but she insisted.

- And where's this faith healer of yours?

- He's probably putting Alex to bed.

They're very close.

- Oh, for Christ sake.

You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

That's what the chief executive told me.

- I think that maybe you have come here

to find out if everything they say

about this wolfe is true.

- Could be.

-Ah, interesting, interesting.

How do you determine vhether a healer

is genuine or othervise?

- If he's genuine, I'll know.

-Allow me.

- Miss twist, distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen.

- Come in.

- Oh, vhat is this monkey business?

Now, listen carefully because I have a riddle.

Vhat has one hundred legs, these very sharp nails,

and comes down the chimney every Christmas Eve, yeah?

- Hmm, Santa claus?

' Oy, yoy, yoy, yoy, voy-

avise guy already and not even 10.

Vhat more can I teach him?

I'll be leaving soon.

There are eggs to hatch and cats to cure.

I can't hang around here forever with a dumb kid.

- Where do you have to go, Gregory?

- Angels live forever, Alex.

Falling stars spend all their power at once.

Burn out.

- Why do you have to die?

- Because that's the way it always happens.

Because I think the time has come.

- This year's total, $327,449.97.

- Thank you.

Oh, I my abcess.

- Gregory, darling.

Come and let me show you off.

- You should have worn your gorilla suit.

- Under the circumstances, something rather loud.

- Miss Edith twist, may I present Gregory wolfe.

- So, we meet at last.

- And you've met Benny Lucas

and Dr. Barthelemy.

- Mr. Wolfe, I'm told you hold great influence

over the rast family.

- We do think he's rather special.

- Yes, yes, if I were younger, I'd feel the same way.

- You're wanted in the kitchen.

And told you're something of a healer?

I make no claims, doctor.

- Then you deny you cured Alex rast?

- I deny nothing.

- What is it?

What's wrong?

- I'm asking.

- Why do you ask what you already know?

- I want to hear the truth here and now.

Did you cure Nick's son?

- The truth is he's cured.

- Then you claim you healed him, huh?

Have you heard him?

He said he performs miracles.

- Well go on, perform a miracle for us.

- What sort of miracle would you like to see, Benny?

Shall I make frogs rain from the ceiling?

Or shall I turn led into gold?

No?

Perhaps something more sophisticated, more spectacular.

Perhaps I should make a grown man vanish at sea.

- I was in my room,

and I was taking a bath.

Mr. Wolfe, well, he came in while I was in the tub,

and, and he looked at me.

His eyes.

You know what they're like.

It was like, like I was paralyzed or something,

and, and, he...

- Alice, you're telling this ridiculous story.

- Mrs. Rast, do you know of any reason why Alice would lie?

- He is an engaging man,

and Alice, I imagine, like most girls her age fantasizes.

- Mrs. Rast, I don't think you fully understand.

Alice alleges that wolfe raped her.

- The doctor says you're a phony.

Give me an answer.

Senator rast,

I'm afraid your magician friend is becoming a bit of a bore.

- I agree with ya.

- Why are you frightened, doctor?

It's only a magic show.

Right, Mr. Wolfe?

- Only magic indeed, miss twist.

Stunts and illusions.

Hand sleight and deception.

Flim flam.

And hocus pocus.

- Mr. Wolfe?

Is it true you healed Alex rast?

- Ask the child's mother.

- It's quite true, miss twist.

- Then surely you'll do an old lady the kindness

to cure an abscess tooth?

- As your doctor, I say no.

- Can you, yes or no?

- Just like power,

pain is an illusion.

- No, no, I must not allow it.

Why are you lying to me, Edith?

There's no abscess.

Your knowledge of medicine

appears as fraudulent as your healing powers.

- Shame on you, Edith.

Upsetting people and causing such a bother, ta, ta, ta, ta.

How does poor old Dr. Barthelemy

put up with all this mischief?

- This is absurd.

I see what you're doing, wolfe,

but you can't dismiss an abcess as psychosomatic.

It's there, I've seen the x-rays.

- The pain isn't even in her mouth, it's in her neck.

Look.

- Oh, dear.

- The pain is orange.

I feel orange, good,

but if it should suddenly turn black,

we'll have to stop, is that clear?

- Mm-hmm.

- Now I'm working it down your neck.

Good.

Good.

Still quite orange.

Fly.

Fly, that's it.

There.

Look here, Edith.

Can you feel it?

- Yes.

- How does it feel?

- Orange.

- Good.

- Now the elbow is a bit of an obstacle, Edith.

Now this won't hurt,

but as it passes the joint, it'll cause a little

pop.

How's the tooth?

- Fine, but my arm hurts.

- Good.

- You see, the orange has to be tricked,

or as the doctors might say,

we have to isolate the offensive tissue.

Come on.

Gotcha.

Now, do you know how we isolate the pain, Edith?

- No.

- Like this.

I'll return.

Don't you hurt him.

- Let go of me. - No.

- I don't believe... - It's only a little carrot.

- Get him out of my house.

They just said hold him.

Damn federal boys, what am I supposed to do?

The book doesn't...

Assault of some sort.

Girl had acid thrown in the face or something.

Hell, I don't know.

They just said process him,

and stick him in the slammer,

so what am I supposed to do?

Damn, feds.

You alright?

- Have they brought him back yet?

What'll they do to him?

- Well, nothing.

- He didn't harm anyone.

- They'll just ask him a few questions,

and then they'll let him go.

- I want him here.

Nothing is more important to me than that.

I want Gregory back.

Now.

- You have been sleeping with him, haven't you?

- I don't have to answer to lies and rumors

spread by little people with little minds.

- Oh, you love the rumors.

You love having him on your arm, showing him off.

Dropping the odd little innuendo.

- They'll deal with him the way

Eli Steele was dealt with, won't they?

- Oh, don't be childish.

- Then get him back.

You're a senator, Nick rast,

you get on the telephone and tell them.

- It's not that easy... - Get him back,

or Alex and I will leave you.

If you haven't the strength

to stand up for the man who saved your son's life,

then you can go to hell, senator.

And you can go alone.

- Hi, Benny, I'd like a word with doc.

- Sure, Nick, we've been expecting you.

- Have a seat.

I've come about Gregory.

- Oh, come on, Nicky.

There's absolutely nothing to worry about.

Just relax, will ya?

- What did Benny mean, you've been expecting me?

I'd like to speak to you in private, if I may, doc.

- Nick, after last night,

I don't think the wolfe factor

is very confidential, do you?

- Wolfe factor?

- Senator, I think you know Mr. Porter,

our chief of security.

Mm-hmm.

- Senator, my department's been collecting

a file on wolfe which dates all the way back

to strasbourg, 1971.

I'm afraid you won't like what we found.

He's a professional, senator.

A specialist.

We have evidence to show

he was brought into the country illegally

on a forged passport to do a job.

We know for certain that he gained entry

to your estate by posing as party clown

at your son's birthday.

He was observed giving your son a slice of cake.

Our investigations indicate that the slice of cake

was laced with adrenocortical steroids.

They produce a feeling of well-being.

Blood and urine samples

prove beyond doubt that wolfe

has been giving your son drugs.

That would account for the so-called cure.

We have affidavits from four independent doctors,

which I'm afraid show there are still

leukemic cells in Alex's bloodstream.

- My god, why?

- Well, someone with influence over the family

could be worth quite a lot to certain outside interests.

- Well, alright, but how did he get access to the estate?

- He had an accomplice, senator.

Like all magicians.

I'm afraid your Mr. Robinson has been arrested.

- Oh, come on.

Robinson, now that just can't be right.

Well, alright, then what about miss twist's tooth?

I mean, surely she must be above reproach, well, isn't she?

- She's undergoing tests.

I think we'll discover that the abcess is still there.

- No, no that just can't be right.

I mean, I have seen things with my own eyes.

Doc's seen them.

Benny's seen them.

- I'm not saying he's not good, he's the best.

A combination of illusion and hypnosis.

Nothing that a professional

with the right props wouldn't attempt.

- That's it for now, boys.

I'll call ya.

There's no fool like an old fool,

is there Nicky?

- Well, I'll submit my resignation to Mr. Connors.

- Are you out of your mind?

You think we went through all this trouble

just for your resignation?

We've got too much invested in you.

This is the big time.

The stability of a government.

At 8:30 tonight you're gonna get a phone call.

- Connors?

- That's right.

It'll be the first official proclamation

of the death of Eli Steele due to misadventure,

and he wants you to take second position.

And another thing, Connors only knows

what I want him to know,

but when he gets out of the hospital,

that might open another can of peas.

That's why wolfe is poison.

- Where is he really?

- Wolfe?

In jail, illegal entry.

- You won't hold him?

- I'll hold him.

I'll hold him if I have to nail his hands to the wall.

- Lunch.

Better eat, you may be in here for awhile.

- I will be out of here before sunset.

- Like to make a bet?

No, hate to take your money.

Bless and protect him from harm.

- Bless and protect him from harm.

- And send him safely back to us.

- He's not coming back.

He said they're going to kill him.

Who's going to kill him?

- Sandra, we have to talk.

- Liar.

- Sandra, I am not making this up.

- Where is he?

I want him here.

You tell Robinson to get him back this instant.

- Look, it's in the file.

Robinson's been arrested, apparently...

- You have a big noise nowadays,

- you get Gregory back. - Now look,

it's not that easy.

Alex needs him.

- Oh, it still has not sunk in, has it?

Wolfe did not cure Alex.

Read the file, there are affidavits.

- Affidavits can be faked.

- Oh, Sandra, for god's sake, read the blasted thing.

- How can you say Alex is still leukemic

when no doctor will even agree to examine him?

- It's in the file.

Adrenocortical steroids.

- No.

Now we had a deal.

Either you get Gregory back,

or Alex and I leave.

- You are being totally and absolutely unreasonable.

Wolfe is being charged, I just can't walk...

- Can't you see what's happening?

You're a puppet.

You're as ineffectual in govern as you are in bed.

You're being used and you're too stupid to know it.

- You damn well look at this blasted thing.

You think you were the only one?

What about that, you think that's a fake?

You think everything's a fake except your precious Gregory?

What about that?

Alice, in our own house.

- Alice, right? - No.

- Now was that before or after he slept with you?

And there's more, look at the blasted...

- It's a long drive to the coffs, Mrs. Rast.

I don't mind taking you.

- Thank you, Mr. Bergier,

but Alex and I are going to start doing things

for ourselves from now on.

Besides, he needs you more than we do.

- Bergier?

Bergier?

- Getting in a little fine, aren't you?

Harry Houdini always used a hairpin.

No!

- Hello?

Wolfe is out.

Who's there?

- Just bergier.

- We're on our way.

Tell bergier to let the dogs out.

Get out of it.

- Bergier?

Bergier?

Oh, god.

It's moved.

Look.

Wait.

What the hell?

What the hell?

- Bergier?

Bergier?

- Bergier, get me wheelan.

I know he's not in his office, dammit.

Patch me over to his car and be quick about it.

- Bergier?

Bergier?

Mr. Rast?

Mr. Rast?

Hello?

Bergier at the rast estate.

You better get over on the double.

There something funny happening here.

- Come on, men, step on it, move.

Is there anyway for him to get in the house?

Alright, now keep his mind open.

Where's rast right now?

- I can't, I have no way of, hang on.

I'll call you back.

Wait, bergier, wait, idiot.

It's bergier, he's in the house.

- Who? - Wolfe.

- Where? - Nearing the door.

- Wolfe?

Wolfe?

I know you're there.

What are you playing at?

Wolfe?

Sandra and Alex

aren't here.

What the hell are you suppose to be, anyway?

- Harlequin

in old Italian comedy,

the harlequin couldn't be seen by other characters,

only by members of the audience.

Good evening, Mr. Bergier.

- We know all about you.

What you were doing to our son.

- Mr. Bergier, I have a problem,

and I don't really have very much time.

Senator rast thinks I'm trying to trick him,

and I'm going to have the devil's own job

trying to convince him othennise.

What he doesn't realize, you see,

is that at this moment,

a magician far most infamous than myself

is lurking on another monitor.

- I know it's engaged.

This is doc wheelan, UN-engage it.

- What in the name of god do you want?

- I want you to open your eyes and see.

That's all I've ever wanted.

- See what?

- Yourself.

I've given you every possible clue,

and still you're blind.

Your only virtue is your weakness.

Your accessibility to influence.

Why do you think you rate all this security?

To keep people like me away,

so that you will hear only one voice.

You're being groomed, Nick by magicians

to serve their purpose.

See while the hour grows short.

- Dah, you talk in riddles.

- Eli Steele was assassinated.

Is that clear enough?

He was killed to create an opening for you.

- But if that's true,

then why didn't they kill Mr. Connors instead?

- Mr. Connors will never leave the hospital.

He's dying.

He's dying of a disease slowly induced

by the administration of a drug.

They're doing to him exactly

what they accused me of doing to Alex.

- And who are this mysterious they?

- Use your head.

It would have to be a doctor.

Someone close enough to Mr. Connors to administer the drug.

- He's in there.

I'm might be able to pick him off with the rifle.

- Wait, I said wait. - But..

- Take the call.

Tell Mr. Connors you'll be happy to be deputy governor.

With me to advise you.

- You?

You are evil.

And you're a fraud.

- Do you think Mr. Porter would like that trick?

Or that?

- What are you?

- It's nearly time, Nick.

Who are you going to believe?

Who's magic is stronger?

- There were photographs and...

- Come on, Nick.

A leader must be able to think clearly.

Make important decisions.

Time to make a decision, Nick.

- Hello?

- Don't say anything, Nick.

We're right outside.

Everything's under control,

but you gotta get him into the kitchen.

- I see.

Could you go and get me a glass

of water from the kitchen, please?

I can hardly swallow.

- I see.

Then that's it.

- Nick, hang up the phone.

Mr. Connors will be trying to get through.

We'll take care of Mr. Wolfe.

- Hello? - Senator Nick rast, please?

- This is he.

I have Mr. Connors on the line.

Who's this?

It's Zoe.

- For god sakes, Zoe, why didn't you warn me?

What are you talking about?

- Wolfe, you were sleeping with him.

I've never even met him, Nick.

- Look, I saw the photographs.

And I'm telling you I've never met him.

Nick?

- Gregory.

Gregory, wait.

I want you to open your eyes.

Mr. Rast thinks I'm tricking him.

I'm going to have to - you're being used.

- Every single time. - You're a puppet.

Eli Steele was assassinated,

is that clear enough.

He was killed to create an opening

Mr. Connors will never leave the the hospital.

- Everything is under control - he's dying of a disease

- slowly released - but you gotta get him

- by the administration. - Into the kitchen.

Breaking and entering.

- For god's sake, did you have to kill him?

- You're splitting hairs, Nicky.

The man is waiting.

- Wolfe wasn't a fraud at all, was he?

You manufactured

this entire thing.

Did you know that Zoe cayce

and wolfe had never even met?

- You better talk to Connors.

- Yes, I suppose he'll be the next to go, won't he?

- I said the man is waiting.

There's a mess in the kitchen.

Get jepson to help you clean it up.

- Get something to wrap him in.

- Go on, Nick, you're in too deep.

- And how are you going to explain that?

- To explain what?

No corpse is gonna be find,

and nobody's gonna miss Gregory wolfe.

Mr. Connors?

Yes, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, sir.

Yes, yes, I understand, sir.

Yes, thank you, sir.

Yes, I've been expecting it.

Thank you, sir.

I would accept the appointment, yes, sir, thank you.

Yes.

Yes, goodbye, sir.

- Relax, Nicky, we're on our way.

- To hell.

You lie down with dogs, you're gonna get fleas.

It stinks.

- It's power, power, Nicky.

That's the way it always smelled.

Get rid of him.

I don't care, burn him, Bury him,

but make sure he stays planted.

- Come on.

You really think you're gonna get away

with this, don't you?

- Get away with what?

- The cold-blooded execution of Gregory wolfe.

- Gregory, who?

- I don't like it, guys, no. - You got off the easy way.

Yeah, we both got the baseball bats.

- When are we getting on? - Yeah.

I don't care, go and play baseball.

Ooh, I've got something.

Come on, I've got something.

Help me.

- I've got lunch. - It's probably a car

- or something. - It's not a car.

I know a fish.

Our source claims

that an autopsy revealed water in wolfe's lungs,

thus establishing the cause

Of death as drowning.

Realistically described by the few people who knew him

as a miraculous healer, little is in fact known

of Gregory wolfe, who appeared on the scene

quite suddenly a few months ago,

formed a close relationship with the family

of senator Nick rast,

and is rumored to have cured

The son of a terminal disease.

Both the government and the senator

have refused to comment

On rast's shock decision to resign from the senate

less than 24 hours after his new appointment

by Mr. Connors.

However, unconfirmed sources allege,

there have already been several arrests

and that more are expected.

None of these unusual developments are in any way...