All language subtitles for Baffled_ 1972 Leonard Nimoy english

And here we are with
five laps to go

at USAC's 500-Mile
Eastern Special.

So far, we've had four
yellow lights,

two minor wrecks, but
nobody hurt.

Now, Tom Kovack,

winner of four of USAC's
five previous races,

is seen as coming in to refuel.

Kovack has been leading
for 28 of the 34 laps.

What's the matter
with Webber?!

He nearly went off at turn four!

Ah, he's edgy!

Must need the money!

I bet you'd like to
see him win!

Second place money will have
to be good enough for him!

It's Wyndham in Devon, dear.

It's Wyndham in Devon, dear.

Okay, let
me have a look.

Well, this is one Kovack
couldn't walk away from.

But he will.

Okay, let's get him outta here.

And that's what he
said to you in Andretti?

Last year after Indianapolis.

Well, now, Tom, could
we get back now

to what happened in the
Pennsylvania run yesterday.

That's right simple.

I lost the race.

Tom, you're
being very evasive again.

No, sir, I don't mind.
I'll go on holding.

No, no, no, Tom, let's not
leap into next week just yet.

Now, they gave you up for
dead, so I'll ask the question:

Did it seem you were
dead for a moment?

I don't know, I guess
you might say I was--

All right, okay.

Let's get back to the
manor house you saw.

Now, what about that house?

Now, the doctor reported
about you seeing a manor house

and hearing a woman scream.

Yeah, well, I guess maybe
I thought I saw something.

You did see something,
I can tell.

I guess that's what
you'd say it was.

I was on a stretch, full out,

and all of a sudden, I wasn't
in Pennsylvania anymore.

I was on this gravel road
headed for the house.

Then, just as suddenly,
I was back on the track

and a lot of guys were
trying to climb

all around me into the lead.

All of which, of course,
is impossible.

Which is not impossible.

And then, I
thought I saw a hay wagon.

No, I repeat, my price
is quite firm.

After the crash--

It is an authentic

15th century manuscript.
There was this woman

screaming her head off.

Yes, I'll hold.
And a little girl with,

I guess you'd call it a
sly grin, smirking at her.

Sly grin.

And then?
That it, it was all over.

Who were they?

Ooh, no, I'm terribly sorry.

Yes.

Yes, I'll be in New York
until tomorrow.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Now, how did you know?

A general look?

That and a voice.

It said, "Wyndham in Devon."

You can't get much more
English than that.

No, you certainly can't.

We'll take
a break here.

We'll be back in a minute.

Wyndham.

Wyndham in Devon.

It's Wyndham in Devon, dear.

I don't think I'll be able
to sleep on the plane, Mummy.

I wanna get there so bad.

When we get to London, will
we go to Wyndham right away?

Oh, no, we'll spend a
couple of nights in London.

We're not really due there
until Thursday, you know?

You're not gonna start
calling up agents

and producers and stuff?

I promise you,

I'm leaving all my career
stuff here at home.

No interviews, no scripts,

no telephone call to Los
Angeles, nothing.

Just fun.

A good fun vacation.

Right?

Are you glad you're gonna
be seeing Daddy again?

Mm.

Do you think you might...

Get together again?

I don't know, Jen.

His letters have been so nice
lately, I'd like to think so.

I keep reminding myself it's
been 11 years since I saw him.

You'll probably like
him a whole lot better.

As the great philosopher says,

"10, 11 years makes a big
difference to the heart."

What great
philosopher said that?

Me.

We just have to wait and
see what happens, okay?

Okay.

Where were you born?

I want to know all about you.

I was born in Ohio, little
town called Auskigham.

And did you have any
visions there as a boy?

Oh, yeah.

I had a lot of visions of
getting out of Auskigham.

You're marvelous, even
better than on television

or on the track.

Crackers?

What?

Oh.

No thank you.

Look, however you
tracked me down,

whatever it is you're here for,

are you sure you wouldn't rather
explain it over a martini?

Sorry, I only have 14
minutes to talk to you

before a dinner appointment,
seriously.

I want to ask you

what you intend to do
about that poor woman.

Which poor woman?

The one who screamed
in your vision.

Her life is obviously
in jeopardy.

From now on, Kovack,
stick to wheels.

No more TV interviews.

How interesting,
you say Kovack,

and not Tom when you
talk to yourself.

I always say Michelle,
not Brent.

Well, Tom or Kovack,

I do know something
about the occult.

I've studied for five
years with Ramgit Singh

and then, of course, with
Willie Smith for two.

Of course.

So, it will be more
than helpful

if you would draw a
picture for me.

Draw a picture?
Mm-hm.

Oh.

All right.

Why not draw a picture?

You want a Porsche or Ferrari?

The manor house you saw,

would you draw it from memory,
please?

My art teacher said
I showed great promise.

As a mechanic.

You're serious?

Very.

Okay.

I earn my living
selling rare books,

in the course of which I've
gained a great deal of knowledge

on witchcraft and the occult.

You know, I know this
great Armenian restaurant

on East 54th Street--

Concentrate, please.

You think I'm silly.

Or maybe dangerous.

Well, I'm neither.

And I have none of the powers

which I'm convinced
that you have.

It may come as an unpleasant
shock to you, Michelle,

but I'm not scared of black
cats, Friday the 13th,

or walking under ladders.

As a matter of fact,
every once in a while,

I get my kicks walking
under a ladder.

It's not strange at all,
considering who you are.

Now, go on, you were
doing beautifully.

Evil forces do exist,
always have.

Now, read Jora Liste
Washishi by Roshambo

and you will see that
there were three instances

of an experience almost
exactly like yours

between 1632 and...

That is absolutely fantastic.

You've seen it.

It's the place.

Look.

Wyndham in Devon.

Now, like it or not, you have
rare and mysterious insight.

Honey, listen, what
you call insight,

I call a knock on the head

that I got when I wrecked
my car at 160 miles an hour.

Can you understand that?

I understand this:

very seldom does someone
intelligent, giving,

and, why shouldn't I use
the word, good

acquire the strength to fight
the force of evil you have,

and you have got to
come with me.

Where?

To England to save that woman.

But I don't even
know the woman.

Besides, she's probably
not in England.

She's an American.

How do you know that?

Her accent.

When she said,
"Wyndham in Devon,"

it was definitely American.

That's absolutely marvelous.

Now, have you ever seen
her or heard her before?

Maybe.

I'm not sure.

And the little girl?

No.

But you said on television

that you were going to
Europe anyway.

To chase cars, not wild geese.

And now you're chasing me.

Out.

Is Mr. Duncan
Sanford here?

Ah, you'll have to ask Mrs.
Faraday.

My dear, Miss Glenn.

Or should I call you Mrs.
Sanford?

Oh, I answer to both.

Mrs. Faraday?
Yes.

And, of course, you're Jennifer.

Do you know the last
time I saw your mother?

She was riding a wild
horse in technicolor.

My first and last western.

Mrs. Faraday, is my
father here yet?

Your father?

Was he supposed to be?

Well, yes, we were to
meet him here.

Oh, I hope there's
been a misunderstanding.

The room was reserved
for you and the child.

No mention was made of Mr.
Sanford.

Oh, would you come in?

Didn't Daddy make
the reservation?

Why isn't he here?

He will be, Jen.

He lives a house in the village.

There's no reason for
him to stay here.

Well, why didn't he ask
us to his house?

You've asked me that and
I've explained.

Be a little patient.

Oh, this is a lovely place.

Hey, look!

The sea's right here!

Yes, and it's wild
and dangerous.

But, of course, those of
us who live at Wyndham

enjoy the excitement of the sea.

Daddy.

I've been waiting my
whole life to meet you.

The temperature
today in in New York city

reached a record-breaking
high of 98 degrees.

According to the United
States Weather Bureau,

there should be a drop to
the mid 80s by midnight.

Tomorrow continues
hot and humid.

Strong gusty winds by Thursday,
however,

should mean more
comfortable temperatures

by the end of the week.

Now, back to the main news.

Here, the New York Sprint Car

Championships at the
Bronx Freeway,

Red Maggie won
50-lap main event.

Hello?

Mr. Kovack, I'm
calling for Michelle Brent.

Oh, oh, yeah.

She tried to
reach you earlier,

but had to leave for London,

but said if you want
to contact her,

she'll be at the Chester House
off the Tower Bridge Road.

Okay, I'll make a note of it.

Thank you.

Yes, thank
you very much.

Can I be of any help?

Well, my husband doesn't
seem to have a telephone.

At least, the operator
said he wasn't listed.

Oh, that's not
uncommon around here.

But I can give you directions
to reach Mrs. Sanford.

Mrs. Sanford?

She made your reservation.

I believe she's related
to your father.

You'll meet her, of course.

Louise often comes for dinner.

Daddy never mentioned
her in his letters.

Daddy's letters weren't
exactly epics.

You can take the footpath
to the village to reach her.

She lives in Cliff Cottage.

Oh, good, well, we'll go there

first thing in the morning,
then.

In the meantime, my dear,

it's about an hour past
your bedtime.

Can't we go to the
village now, Mummy?

Jennifer.

Okay.

Goodnight, Mrs. Faraday.

Goodnight, Jennifer.

And goodnight, Miss Kangaroo.

What's her name?

Wendy.

Wendy Wyndham Sanford.

It is?

I just decided.

I've been
expecting you.

Right on schedule.

I thought you English
always said schedule.

Come in.
Thank you.

I was just trying to
make you feel at home.

Well, that wouldn't
be too hard.

You have a very nice place.

I share the flat
with my sister.

She's in Paris at the
moment on holiday.

Manor Estates Limited.

You wouldn't be planning
a vacation yourself?

Well, as you can see,

one can stay at your
manor house in Wyndham.

How about that?

I only hope Mrs. Faraday
has some rooms left.

I made some inquiries.

She owns Wyndham and takes
guests during the summer.

You know, noblesse oblige,
taxes, and all that.

Mm-hm.

Well, I'm surprised you
didn't go ahead

and reserve the rooms.

I should have.

Tom Kovack, I didn't
tell the truth just now.

I wasn't sure that you'd come.

But I can't tell you how
grateful I am that you have.

Really, for that woman's sake.

Hey, don't get
emotional about it.

I'm here, I'm here.

Really, thank you.

Thank you for coming.

You talk about me
having powers,

you did all right with
that travel agent.

My power consisted
of handing him

a five-pound note
under the table.

For two cancellations to
dear old Wyndham.

Look out!

But my power never caused
me to wake up soaking wet

on the floor after a dip
in the Channel,

and I bet it was the Channel.

You know, I could have
stepped into my shower,

slipped on a cake of soap,
hit my head on the tiles,

and crawled out half-conscious.

I doubt that.

I mean, you're here.

Maybe because my shower
doesn't normally run saltwater.

Look out!

Now, I think you should
leave for Wyndham first

and arrive ahead of me, hm?

Definitely.

There are evil forces there
and we can be too careful.

That must be the
cottage over there, Jen.

Knock again.

Wait.

Please wait.

I'll only be a moment.

Takes me a while to get around,
you know?

But do come in.

Look, Mommy, it's you.

Yes, of course it is.

Why should it be anyone else?

I followed your
career for years.

Why haven't they televised

any of your films in
this country?

Can you tell me that?

Aren't I rude?

I'm screaming at you and I
haven't even introduced myself.

You're a fan club named
Louise Sanford Wyndham Branch,

and I'm very happy to
meet you at last.

Duncan and I are cousins
by marriage, you know?

But where is my father?

I knew you would ask that.

I wish I could tell you.

I got a note from him to
make arrangements

for you at Wyndham.

I naturally thought he'd
be on hand to greet you.

I'm afraid we've been
temporarily stood up.

Of course, but only
temporarily.

It isn't like Duncan.

But let me show you, dear,
just around that corner,

you'll find a funny little
cabinet with drawers.

Yes, I see it.

In the bottom
drawer on the right hand side,

there's something for you.

My letters.

And your drawings.

He's very proud of you.

He's held onto every scrap.

When did Duncan leave, Mrs.
Sanford?

Oh, please, call me Louise.

Well, he used to go
back and forth,

London, Glasgow, Liverpool.

I hadn't heard from him
for some time,

except for the note about your
room, there in the drawer.

But I received a letter
from him written 10 days ago.

But in the last six months,
he's written very often,

and his letters have
been different.

How peculiar that he's
not at Wyndham.

Perhaps he's in London.

I wonder if I should try to
get in touch with John Parrish.

Are he and Duncan still friends?

I hope not.
I'm not very fond of Parrish.

Rather a creep as the
children say nowadays.

Of creeps.

I wasn't very fond
of him either,

but he might know something.

Do you have any idea
where I might reach him?

No, I'm afraid not.

Do you know what I think,
Jennifer?

That that attractive
rogue of a father of yours

has some sort of super
surprise for you and your ma,

and he's waiting for exactly
the right moment to spring it.

Hm?

Now, shall we all have a
happy and hopeful cup of tea?

Oh, I'm for that.

How about you, Jen?

Yes, okay.
May I help?

No, I can manage.

Kovack.

That's a Polish name, isn't it?

It's a name name, Mrs.
Faraday.

My paternal grandfather
was from Warsaw,

his wife was from Holland,
mother side was Irish.

I guess that makes me 100%
Midwestern American, right?

Yes, I suppose it does.

May I show you our library?

Miss Glenn, I'd like you to
meet a countryman of yours.

Mr. Thomas Kovack, Andrea Glenn.

How do you do?

Haven't we met
somewhere before?

Or does everyone ask you that?

Perhaps we have met before.

But if we haven't, I'm
very glad to meet you now.

And Miss Glenn's
daughter, Jennifer.

Hi, Mr. Kovack.

You must be tired from
your train ride.

Let me show you to your room.

Perhaps we'll see you later,
Mr. Kovack.

It's quite safe, Mr. Kovack.

They do have lifts in the
American Midwest, I assume?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Smell the sea, the
salted perfume.

Mr. Verelli tells me he
spends every summer in England.

How nice.

For England.

Mr. Kovack, Miss Brent.

How do you do?
Signor Verelli.

Pleased to meet you.

I wish I'd taken the
two o'clock car.

That yours?
Yes, it is.

Oh, please, please.

Hopkins will do that.
That's all right.

I can get it.

Signora Faraday, something
tells me that tonight

you will deserve the Dover sole

from your waters so
blessedly close.

I'm afraid we're having
roast beef tonight.

Hm.

The woman, the girl, and the
elevator, they're all here.

And look.

Your salty shower.

Okay, so where's the evil force?

Give me time, give me time.

I've only been here three hours.

(speaking in foreign language)

My three-piece
finished, complete,

and (speaking in
foreign language).

I have seen every film that
you have made, every one.

Oh, well, that
puts you several

ahead of me, signor,
but thank you very much.

Why didn't you tell me

that the screaming lady in
your vision is Andrea Glenn?

I never saw her in a
flick where she screamed.

That still doesn't
explain the sly little girl.

It's her daughter, and a doll.

I read recently that
you'd raised in Russia.

How is Russia, Mr. Kovack?

Very big, Miss Brent.

Ah, Mrs. Faraday,

you certainly do pull in
the celebrities,

Miss Glenn and Tom Kovack.

He's very big in
racing car circles.

I'm afraid I don't
follow the sport.

But it does suggest to me now
why you're here, Mr. Kovack.

It's Girly that attracted you.

Girly?

My late husband's true love.

You'll get to meet her.

I'll get Hopkins to show
you to your room.

Girly?

You seem to know the village
rather well, Mr. Tracewell.

I do?
Mm.

I saw you driving through those
streets with amazing dash.

Just trying to get it
over with quickly,

aren't you, Georgie?

George?

Get what over with?

Business, I mean.

Ah.

Combining business
with pleasure, George?

You could say that, Tom.

Please, Mrs. Faraday.

Let me do it.

With pleasure.

I noticed from your
letterhead, Signor Verelli,

that you're an engineer?

I build the outer

(speaking in foreign language),
the roads.

In Italia, all roads lead
straight from my office.

Verelli of Milano.

I hope I do not sound immodest.

Not at all.

One takes pride in one's doings.

I bet you'd like a hamburger.

I'm just not hungry.

I'm afraid Jen isn't used
to tea and cakes at four

and supper at eight.

I'm really not hungry, Mommy.

May I please leave the table?

It's perfectly all right.

You go right on ahead, dear.

Your daughter was saying--

Peg, please.

About her father?

Oh, yes, I'm afraid she
is a little disappointed,

but I think he's probably
just been delayed.

He always did like entrances,

whether it was on stage or off.

Feel so awful about
not telling her, Daddy.

She wants to see you too.

Don't you think I
want to see her?

It's not easy, Jen.

Bu it's especially important

that you say nothing
to her as yet.

The people who want to
keep us apart--

Who are they?

Why do they--
I'm fighting them,

so the three of us can
return to America together.

Will you help me?

You know I will, Daddy.

You'll have to be very strong.

In some ways, you'll have
to give up being a child.

You'll have to keep a number
of secrets from your mother.

I can't.

Well, I never have.

But you will, because
I'm asking you, darling.

Open the box.

Only you may touch it.

No one else.

With this, you can help me.

Take it.

Put it around your neck.

You'll wear it at all times.

But you'll show it to no one.

To no one, Jennifer.

Trust me?

Oh, Miss Glenn.
Please come in.

Mrs. Faraday, I didn't
mean to interrupt you.

I'm looking for Jennifer.

Perhaps she's outside.

Oh, but it's so late.

It's a lovely evening,
nearly a full moon.

I better track her
down and get her to bed.

Shall I take this
into the house?

No, perhaps not.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, not here.

Mm.

Oh.

Hello.
Oh.

You haven't seen my
daughter around, have you?

No, sorry, no.

No.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Just a mirror and a candle.

It's not funny, Jen.

Where have you been?

I've been looking all
over for you.

I've been here all evening.

Where's here?
I couldn't find you.

You're losing your
sense of humor, Mother.

Jen.

Since when have you
started calling me Mother?

When I stopped
calling you Mommy.

I won't be needing that anymore.

It's nothing but a childish toy.

Hi.

Hello.

You guessed it.

This is Girly.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

'27 Bentley.

I mean how men womanize
any machine that serves them.

Ah.

You're one of those--

Women's lib?

No, no, no, no.
Uh-huh.

I'm open to all views.

Tell me, does it work?

Been out of action
for a long time.

Our hostess asked me
to have a look.

It took me three years
to get from 12 to 15.

Where did she go?

She's vanished.

I have a feeling
about that girl.

Not anything she's done yet,

but something she's going to do.

Something evil.

Michelle.

This is a little--

What is it?
Saw something.

Something growing.

Yes, yes.

What was it like?

But it's gone.

Try and refocus the image.

How can I reach an image
that I can't even see anymore?

Oh, don't blame me, Tom
Kovack, it was your image.

Wait, wait, wait.

It's not clear.

I can't see what it is.

Then don't rush.

Try not to rush.

I once knew a Tibetan psychic
and he said one cannot rush.

I'm not rushing.

But please,

tell me exactly what your
Tibetan psychic

would do right now.

Focus on the center
of the image.

Now, work from the center out.

There's a girl's hands
and she's squeezing a leaf.

The girl, is it Jennifer?

I can't tell.

It's all hazy.

It's all gray.

Well, try and
concentrate on the color.

Just pick one object and
get the color.

The glass is red.

And the juice is being--

Yes?

It's gone.

But the hand was squeezing
something into...

Someone's going to be drinking
out of that red glass!

Come on!

Miss Glenn!

Uh, uh, could I have
your autograph?

Right this minute?

Yeah, you see, I'm writing
to this nephew of mine

in Walla Walla and he's
even a bigger fan of yours

than Signor Verelli.

If that's possible.

Well, yes, I suppose so.

I don't have any paper.

Paper. Paper?

Oh, will this do?

It even has Wyndham
in Devon on it,

which makes it even--
Oh, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.
A napkin.

Oh.
What a terrible thing.

Oh, that's stupid.

I don't know how to apologize.

Try, Mr. Kovack.

Well, you're not gonna
believe this, but I was out--

Why don't you just say that
Wyndham, lovely as it is,

is having a peculiar
effect on all of us,

so much so that Jen and
I are leaving tomorrow.

Oh, that's splendid, splendid.

Well, thank you, Miss Brent.

Or should I say Miss Blunt.

She is a little weird.

I'm even beginning to
wonder about the rare books.

You really handled
that with flair.

Subtle, wasn't I?

Mm, but you ought to
be more careful

making up a place
like Walla Walla.

Michelle, don't let them hear
you say that in Walla Walla.

Well, don't they have
any dances in the village?

Why didn't you tell me you
were interested, Jennifer?

Boys, I should
like to meet some boys.

I'll see what I can arrange.

Okay.

Does Mrs. Faraday look
younger to you?

Mm-hm.

You're not responsible for it,
I hope.

No.

It was very strange.

It's almost as if he knocked
the glass over on purpose.

He's weird.
Mm-hm.

Maybe he and his
girlfriend are the ones...

They didn't meet here
for little ol' openers.

They planned to come to
Wyndham together.

Some sort of plot.

I've heard.

What are you saying?

And while we're at it,

would you mind telling a
misguided but curious mom

just what's happened to you?

You look--
Older?

Well, I'm not wearing
any makeup, am I?

I haven't taken to
wearing your clothes.

This is me.

Mother.

Jen.

Hopkins tells me you didn't
have your orange juice.

You know, Mrs. Faraday,
if I were a drinking woman,

I'd ask for something spiked.

You'd like a little brandy.

Oh, no, I'm probably
just exaggerating.

Changing climate, anticipation,
Duncan.

Duncan.

Come in.

You do look ill.

Jennifer told me you weren't

feeling well.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Faraday.

I'm afraid I need a doctor.

I've never had such pain.

I'll call Dr. Reed at once.

Oh, yes.

Yes, please.

Please.

It seems
impossible to believe

that Jennifer should
want to kill her mother.

Well, maybe it
wasn't Jennifer.

Don't forget Andrea is loaded.

Mm, but as far as I can tell,
Jennifer is her only heir.

Unless, of course, her
husband thinks that he's got--

That's the one.

That's the plant she
tore the leaf off.

Oh, yes.
You know it?

Mm-hm.

Black Tara, widely used
in occult practices.

It's related to the oleander,

but the leaves are very,
very different.

Much more poisonous.

Doctor.

Reed, Dr. Reed.

Are you the husband?

No, but I think you
ought to know

that she got sick from Black...

Well, she could have had
oleander in her food.

Hm, oleander?

I prefer to arrive at my
own diagnosis.

Thank you.

That's a very interesting
ring you're wearing.

It's not much.
May I have a look at it?

Well--
I'm an amateur palamologist.

What's that?
Jewelry freak.

It's time we were leaving,
Peg, come on.

So, it is.

Signora
Faraday holds in her cellar

one of the world's finest ports.

Oh.

You will have some?

Well, perhaps a drop.

For my port side room
to taste it.

Port?
Thank you.

May I have a brandy?

Brandy, si.

It's too bad the Tracewells
are gonna miss this.

They've just gone upstairs.

Shall I ask them to join us?

I suggest that you don't, Mr.
Kovack.

They're going out.

Tracewells seem to go
out most every night,

don't they, Mrs. Faraday?

Well, if they do,

it really isn't any of our
business, is it, Mr. Kovack?

Oh, Jennifer, you must
tell your mum in the morning

that I looked through some
of your father's old letters

and I found John Parrish's
return address.

It's the Apollo Theater,
Shaftesbury Avenue.

May I propose a toast?

To the rapid recovery
of Andrea Glenn

and, if I may be so bold,
to our hostess

and her continued rejuvenation.

Perhaps once you you build a
road to the Fountain of Youth

and brought it here with you,
signor.

Yes, what have you been
doing to yourself, Catherine?

Secret.

About the port, Mr. Verelli,

do you think that 1927 was
a better year than 1955?

Hm?

I really would like to have

your expert opinion
on 1927 port.

Well, of course, it is a
very good port.

A very good year, 1927.

As a matter of fact, it is...

May I call you Michelle?

You do.

The 1927 port--

I'll let you walk out.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I was detained by a suspicion.

A what?

In Devon tonight, the
Tracewells with a car

loaded with pharmaceuticals.

Drugs?
Mm-hm.

No, I don't believe that
those two young people would--

Yeah, you're probably right.

And what about vintage wines?

Did Verelli explain all
about 1927 port?

In case you didn't know,

they often served poison
in wines in medieval Italy.

Poison in wine?

Poison in an orange juice.

We better keep an
eye on Verelli.

Oh.

What about that John Parrish?

Yes, now, you
picked that up too.

Mm-hm.

I thought he might be
able to give us the answer

to where Duncan Sanford is.

Why don't you go up to
London and make inquiries?

And leave you here?

Alone?

All right, I'll go.

But only if you promise
to be very careful.

I promise.

Whoever said, "jolly England"?

I think I
better leave tonight!

Catherine.

You gotta be careful.

It's only a matter of a
few more days.

And each day's an
age without you.

Well, your mirror can't
be complaining, age-wise.

Oh, no, no, no.

It laughs right in my
face with me.

Younger and younger every day.

Miraculously, beautifully.

Please, please don't
make that stop.

Whatever you wish, Catherine,
darling.

Please,
please help me.

Please, over here, Tom.

Help.

Help.

Help!

Uh, um, excuse me,

I wonder if anyone here
would know a John Parrish.

John Parrish, huh?

Oh, yes, I would, miss.

He gets his mail at
the theater, doesn't he?

Few letters, miss.

I haven't seen Parrish
for some time.

Last I heard from him,

he had a shop somewhere
off King's Road.

King's Road.
Mm.

Thank you.
Right, miss.

Hey, you.

What you looking for?

Nothing, I'm just
browsing around.

You shouldn't be in
here. It's dangerous.

It's a bad one.

Wonder the old building
didn't come down.

Fellow who run this shop
died in the fire.

Was his name Parrish?

Yes. Did you know him?

Welcome back,
Miss Brent.

Thanks.

Scusa, signora.

I must learn from them.

Young people today seem to
take to each other so suddenly.

I don't want to shatter
your illusions, Mrs. Faraday,

but I don't think
they've just met.

What?

They've known each
other before,

at least according to my little
gossip columnist Jennifer.

Before they came to Wyndham?

Mm.

Well, why would they
want to pretend?

Oh, it's probably
just an escapade.

Two attractive young people
who want to be together.

Well, not here at Wyndham.

Not in my home.

But, practically, the
same thing happened to you

in your apartment in New York.

You almost drowned there too.

But this was no vision,
Michelle.

This was cold, wet reality.

He wants to kill me.

But why do you say "he"?

When the voice you
heard calling you

must have been Jennifer's.

Might have been, not must.

And I'm not convinced that
it was Jennifer who loosened

that guardrail either.
Tom, let's face it,

the whole pattern not
only suggests Jennifer,

but also that she has
psychic power--

Oh, come on.
Just as you do.

All right, let's drive
along your track for a while.

We might as well.

Did it ever occur to you
that your evil force,

if such a thing really exists,
might be Duncan Sanford?

Why Duncan Sanford?

You said you found some
objects dealing with witchcraft

in that burned out shop, right?

Right.
And you discovered

that Parrish is dead, right?

Right.

Well, if Duncan was so
close to Parrish,

couldn't he, too, have been
dabbling in your occult?

Look!

Well, you were right,
Tom Kovack,

this is too much for
us to handle.

You're out of breath, Verelli.

Where have you been?

I make the exercise.

The jog.

I said, where?!

Signor!

Take your hands off
him at once!

Signore, my apologies.

Mr. Kovack and Miss Brent,

first you came to my house
relationship

and now you've attacked
one of my guests.

Will you kindly vacate
your rooms by tomorrow?

Now, listen, Mrs. Faraday--

Never heard
of anything so ridic--

Shh, shh, shh.
Hm?

Yes?

It's Mr. Verelli and
he's covered with blood.

Whose blood, now,
that's very--

Shh, I don't know.
Very important.

Shh.

But...

Sorry to disturb you.

We were just playing a
guessing game.

Oh.

And is guessing your game?

About the report, does
show that Miss Glenn

is suffering from poisoning.

It's a type of oleander.

Now, the question
remains, how did you know?

Oh, well, no matter.

Surely an accident.

You were right, Michelle.

It always comes back
to Jennifer.

Thank you, dear.

It's okay, Mother.

I promised Dr. Reed I'd
take care of your medicine.

I have this awful
feeling about Wyndham now.

Oh, it's because of
your illness.

No, it's Jennifer.

She's matured remarkably,
hasn't she?

Well, it happens
with some girls.

No, it's not just that.

It's the way she looks,
the way she acts,

and the way she dresses.

The things she's done...

Remind you of Duncan?

At the worst times.

Whenever Parrish was around,
he'd fall into those moods.

Oh, those moods made
me shudder too.

Are you afraid that Jennifer
may have inherited that strain?

Strain?

But you don't inher...

No, that's not possible.

Oh, well, of course not.

Blame an aging woman for
not minding her tongue.

It would mean
believing in something

that I refuse to believe in.

But I am frightened.

Always, always, I come back
to the same three points.

Which are?

Point one: You had a vision
that Verelli had blood on him,

so you thought it was he that
was driving the black van.

For some reason, I
can't be sure about him.

Point two.
What about the Tracewells?

They sell drugs and there
are some drugs

that are made from the
oleander plant.

Could be.

Point three.

Ooh, point three.

Why should Duncan Sanford

send for his wife and his
daughter, and then not turn up?

Why?

There's no logical reason,
unless--

Unless?

Unless, as you said,

he's involved in the occult.

Could Duncan have hypnotized
Jennifer in some way?

From a distance?

A letter?

No, not likely.

Hold it.

What is it?

I wrote that.

We'll have good times

for years and years to come,
you'll see.

Here or in Colorado, Daddy?
Both, darling,

or wherever in this
beautiful world we wish.

Mummy?

Jennifer?

Come to me, Mummy.

Hurry, Mummy!

But why did you say dead?

She wasn't breathing.

She wasn't moving.

But there was nobody in the
summerhouse when we found you.

Nobody.

Jennifer.

Jennifer, will you
please come in here?

Put your arms around your
mother, child.

She's had such a fright.

Oh, Jennifer.

Jennifer!

We must go away!

We must go away.

I'm sorry, but I just
couldn't stand

watching that poor woman
another minute.

Well, whoever is way ahead us.

But maybe not for long.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

It just occurred to me, Mr.
Tracewell,

that Miss Glenn could use
one of your tranquilizers.

My what?

Well, I thought amongst
the drugs that you sell,

you may have some of
those new sedatives

that I've heard about,
made from the oleander.

Oleander?
Tranquilizers?

I'm afraid not.

I hope George doesn't
need tranquilizers yet.

We've only been married a week.

Well, congratulations, George.

I had no idea this was
your honeymoon.

Yes, and as you said,
business too, Tom.

Well, should we demonstrate?

We might as well, the
cat's out of the bag.

There's no need to do that,
love.

Oh, yes, I'm sure
she'd like one.

Here you are.

Sample of lipstick,
eyebrow pencil, eye shadow.

Made in France.

Finest.

Cosmetics?

George sells them.

We thought Mrs. Faraday
might disapprove,

as she has such a posh
clientele here.

Do you want to lift
into the village?

No thank you.
No.

Okay.

Well, good try.

Shall we join the others?

Good morning, sir.

Is your luggage ready?

No, but I bet my bill is.

I'm sorry to see you go, sir.

I'll finish packing for you.

Come on in.

Hopkins.

He's not a bad guy, so
it's not the butler.

It hasn't been for years.

I'm going into the village.

Not alone, you're not.

But you got to stay here.

That's gonna take a
little stalling.

Faraday's chomping at
the bit to throw us out.

Well, if all else fails,

I suggest you
suddenly become ill.

I had doubles on the
orange juice.

Clever.

Good morning!

Morning!

If you don't feel any better,
Tommy,

ask Mrs. F for a thermometer.

Oh, yeah.

What is so funny?

This time, I've got it,
Verelli.

I know what you are.

You will not tell?

Is Mrs. Sanford in?

No.

Oh, well, I'll wait, if I may.

Mm, I don't know when
she'll be coming back.

She gave me my wages
before she left.

Hm, I suppose you've been
working for her for a long time.

Mm, ever since she
came to Wyndham.

When was that?

Two weeks ago.

Two weeks?

She made it seem as though

she'd spent her whole life
in the village.

And I found this in
the cottage.

It's Parrish, the man who
burned to death in the shop.

Okay.

So, now we know what Duncan's
actor friend looked like.

Let's not dismiss any item

that gives us
additional information.

Did anything happen here?

Well, I had a second vision
of Verelli a little while ago.

Only this time, he had a
meat cleaver in his hand.

Does that mean that--

It means that he's a butcher.

A genuine 100% bonafide, first
class, wholesale butcher.

So, all veal parmigianas
come from Verelli.

- Milano!
- Si, signorina.

Excuse me, Miss Brent.

A telephone call.

Thank you.

Madam's order, sir.

Mm-hm.

Thank you. Goodbye.

That was a publisher
friend of mine in London.

I'd asked him to trace
Duncan Sanford.

Duncan Sanford died
eight months ago.

I know, I wrote that,

and it's been bothering
me ever since.

Do you know what's
bothering me?

How to tell Andrea.

Well, apart from that.

He died before he wrote her
all those loving letters.

Wow.

Why don't they oil that lift?

That's a wheelchair.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Wine cellar.

But I don't really
care for port that much.

Come on.

Only got one match left.

Oh, what do we do?

I'm giving it to you.

Got it?
Got it.

Wait till I tell you
to strike it,

then hold it for as
long as it lasts.

I'll look around.

Okay.

Light the match.

Where does this door go?

I don't know.

Ow.

Are you all right?
Ow!

What happened?

Nothing, but the step, be careful.

I want to tell you the truth,
Mother.

I've been seeing Daddy.

What?

When?

I couldn't tell you before.

He's in trouble.

Where have you
been seeing him?

Where is he?

Jen, this isn't another trick
you're playing on me, is it?

Please don't do this
to me again.

I can't take much more of it.

Don't ask me any
more questions.

Daddy will tell you.

Now...

Look.

Stay down.

My mother was born
in Provence.

I'm half French.

Half French?

I just wanted you to
know all about me in case,

I wanted to enter a convent.

What happened?

Well, I won some silly
beauty contest

and got a scholarship
to university instead.

Do come in.

Louise.

I thought Duncan...

I thought Duncan
wanted to see me.

Duncan?

Duncan is dead.

He died eight months ago.

No.

That was when the tone
of his letters

became different, wasn't it?

I'm flattered they made
such an impression on you.

But Jennifer said he--

Jennifer, dear
vulnerable child,

said what she was told to say.

What do you want?

It's quite locked.

Is there anything
to hold onto?

Faith.

You see, Jennifer has
unusual abilities.

You might call them spiritual.

Call them what you will.

I intend to use them.

I won't let you.

Jennifer won't let you.

Oh, I think she will.

Such a sweet child, basically.

And to think of her
suddenly alone in the world.

But, of course, you've
made the usual provisions

for her worldly needs.

The other people in the house,
they'll wonder where I am.

And they shall know

that a charming actress, whose
mind had been going rapidly,

chose to do away with herself.

Now.

Sign this.

And I'll promise to take
good care of your daughter,

as good care as her
very own mother.

Only more stable.

So much more stable.

No!

No way.

Well, you might be
able to move it

by combining your faith
with psychic force.

Let's try.

I'm willing to try anything.

All right, then.

Now, relax.

Turn your eyes to the door.

Keep your eyes on it.

Now, count to three, and
think them in Roman numerals,

and you'll be able to see
the other side of the door.

Okay.

I see a lock.

Good.

Can you see a bolt too?

Yeah, there's a bolt,
and it's bolted.

Now, think only of that bolt.

Concentrate on the bolt.

Okay.

I'm concentrating.

Open Sesame!

And what was that for?

It can't hurt.

Who make the noise?

Ah, you again.

I can bring another bottle.

That's very nice, thank
you very much.

Let's get out of here.

Thank you,
thank you very much.

Jennifer, where's your mother?

The chain she's wearing,
it must be taken from her.

That's the sign of
Marchosias the Wolf.

Must reach out like this.

Oh, no.

No.

No!

Parrish.

I'm so glad to be going home.

Will you come and visit us?

I just might be driving in a
race near Denver this winter.

Great, bye, Mr. Kovack.

Goodbye, dear.

Jennifer, your purse.

Thanks, Miss Brent.

I don't know how to thank you.

Any time you need a guy
to wrestle with an old lady,

you just give me a buzz.

But how did you know
she wasn't an old lady?

Well, he has what he
calls hunches.

Well, I'm grateful it
isn't anything psychic.

Mm.
Do come visit us.

Thank you.
Both of you.

And remember, it's a ranch
house, not an elevator in sight.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Take care.

Goodbye.

Bye!

You've solved that one.

You're thinking something.

About how simple it
all really was.

When Duncan died,

Parrish saw a chance
to get Andrea's money.

A fortune.

No, no, what he really
wanted was to control Jennifer.

To use her gift.

Mm-hm.

All right, if you like
to believe that.

I do.

Ah.

Sweet.

Yeah.

I rented it.

I'm off to Dover and
then the Riviera.

You know something?

I'm gonna miss you.

Me?

Or our teamwork?

Well, both.

But the job's done.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Well, I hope you win.

I'll try.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Michelle.

We're leaving for Paris.

Paris?
Someone's in trouble.

I don't know who yet.

You will find out, Tom Kovack.

We will.

Hopkins, Miss Brent's bags,
please!

You will come?

Of course.

Get in.

Oh.

Just one favor.

About my name, would you
please make up your mind

if you're gonna call me
Tom or Kovack?

Not both together.

You make me feel like a
telephone listing.

But they both have such
a lovely ring to them.

Tom Kovack.

Tom Kovack.
Oh.

Tom Kovack.

Tell me, do you have
a middle name?

Chester.

Tom Kovack.

Kovack, Tom.

Bye!

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