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Are you here to investigate me?

- Tonight on Simon & Simon... - I feel him.

A psychic predicts a string of bizarre murders.

You're more interested in the psychic

than you are the visions.

I once went out with a girl who was into pyramid power.

There's been five murders around here in the last three months.

She doesn't see him

coming up from behind her. Turn around!

- Can you see her? - I can't see anything.

[whimpers]

[gunshot]

A.J.!

♪♪ [theme]

Morning, Julie.

I need a quarter pound of port royale.

Hi, Debbie.

Shopping for A.J., huh?

Boy, that stuff looks old enough to vote.

I'll wrap it up for you.

No, just stick a choke chain on it, and I'll make it heel.

- How much is that? - It's $7.95.

Well, since it's for A.J., you keep the change.

Okay. Thanks.

- All right. See you later. - Okay.

Thanks again. Oh! I'm sorry.

- Oh, that's okay. - Let me give you a hand with this stuff here.

Here you go.

Thank you.

No problem.

[dog barking]

[sirens wailing]

[man on radio] Meanwhile, Hurricane Ida continues

to bump at the Carolina coasts

with winds up to 102 miles per hour.

Hurricane warnings have now been issued

as far north as Newfoundland and Nova Scotia.

Here in California, weather locally

will be perfect for you surfers

with sunny skies and ocean temperatures

on the south-facing beaches reaching 73 degrees.

Surf predictably in the 3-to 4-foot range,

their temperatures in the low 80s.

[beeping]

Closer to home, police in Rancho Los Robles

still have no leads in the brutal murders of four women

that have terrorized the exclusive residential community...

Damn. Not again.

The sale of firearms in local gun shops has nearly tripled.

[dog continues barking]

[twig snaps]

[dog continues barking]

Shut up, will you please?

[dog continues barking]

Morning.

Good morning.

This is a bill.

Occupant.

Bill.

Huh, this is one of our bills.

"Return to sender, address unknown."

Elvis Presley, 1962.

Bill.

Hey, what are you doing with my mail?

Wait a minute. There could be something in there for me.

Why would there be anything in there for you?

You got a post office box.

I don't know.

You do have a post office box, don't you?

Well, you see, I kinda got, uh,

a little behind on my payments,

so they decided to let somebody else use it for a while.

Do you know her?

Sort of.

Uh, since we've already met,

let's make it official. I'm Rick Simon.

- Uh, and this is my brother A.J. - Hello.

- And this is, uh... - You're Sarah Childs.

- Sarah Childs. - Yeah. Won't you sit down?

Oh, thank you.

I was hoping I didn't look as awful

as that picture they printed in the paper.

No, no, of course not. No. I saw you on television.

The interview you did after the second murder.

Mrs. Childs is the psychic

who's working on the Rancho Los Robles murders.

I was, until the day before yesterday.

The police have told me

that they no longer need my services.

That's why I need your help.

Well, what can we do?

I didn't ask to be involved in the murders,

but now that I am,

I can't just stop being involved.

I'm still getting very strong images.

I would like to hire you to check them out for me.

Uh... do you have any idea what we charge?

Oh, certainly I can afford to pay you.

$350 a day plus expenses?

That's fine.

It's very important to me.

- Wait... - Uh, would you excuse us just a moment, please?

Rick.

What? Hey, what's the problem?

Now look, I like earning money as much as the next fellow.

I do not like taking it under false pretenses.

What earthly good is this gonna do anyone?

Come on, A.J., it'll do her some good. She's scared.

Now, if she thought somebody was following her,

we'd put in a few hours' work

and give her peace of mind, now wouldn't we?

Right.

Well, we're all yours for as long as you want us.

Oh, thank you.

No problem.

Thank you.

Now I'll tell you exactly what to do.

They found the last victim's car

parked outside the gates to her driveway.

She was attacked near a fountain.

And I had an image of something the police overlooked.

It's a very small, round object.

It's very shiny...

Maybe a mirror, I don't know.

Just look in the bushes.

I feel certain there was a man hiding there

in the bushes close to the house.

A.J.

Well, well, well, round and shiny.

Yeah, why don't we take this back to Sarah

and see if she can make change?

I'm getting something from it already.

I feel him.

In the bushes, waiting.

Can you see him?

I don't know. It's dark. I can't see.

Oh, wait. Now I'm getting something totally different.

I'm picking up, um... a vacant lot.

It has a tree stump in the middle of it.

Oh, he's been there.

With one of the victims.

Not Mrs. Gerard, but he's been through the lot with...

Carrying one of the victims.

There's a light...

a red light. it's blinking.

What kind of a light?

I don't know. I don't know.

It's... I just know

that there is something of his in the lot.

And it's something he lost, something he forgot,

I don't... just left.

You gotta go there.

You gotta find whatever it is and bring it to me.

You know, it's really interesting,

the things you learn when you work with a guy.

Yeah?

Like your lifelong interest in

and commitment to psychic phenomenon.

Yeah.

Come on, Rick.

You never even used to believe the ghost stories

the counselors told us at camp.

Ah, wrong. I never believed the counselors.

Bunch of wimps.

I once went out with a girl who was into pyramid power.

And I saw Force 9 from Outer Space ten times.

That counts.

The closest thing you've ever had to an out-of-body experience

is when you ate the worm

in the bottom of a bottle of mescal in Tijuana.

[laughs]

- You're more interested in the psychic... - A.J.

- than you are the visions. - A.J.

Hi. I'm Andy Simon, Front Row Real Estate.

Now you're probably wondering what we're doing here.

Well, this gentleman is planning to build himself a house

right here on this prime piece of real estate.

Yeah, I was thinking of putting the pool right over here...

I didn't know this lot was for sale.

Ah, we plan to make the owner an offer he can't refuse.

Does the owner know you're here?

Uh, you mean right now?

I mean, you mean right now at this particular moment?

Uh, I don't know. I don't think so.

That's a good way to get in trouble, Mr. Simon.

See, a lot of the owners around here are pretty jumpy.

- Jumpy? - Mm-hmm.

What do you mean, jumpy?

There's been five murders around here in the last three months.

Is this where that's been happening?

Yeah.

You didn't say anything about murders.

The hell if I'm gonna live in a place like this.

Thanks a lot, pal. I really appreciate that.

Let's go back to your office. I left my... Pookie, come.

Thanks, fella.

Come on. Get in there.

Well, I think he bought it. Do you think he bought it?

Yeah, I think he bought it.

Well, then all we have to do is just drive around the block

and come back again.

Rick, I love vacant lots

as much as the next guy,

and gee, it would be great to comb every inch of that one

- into the wee hours of next year. - In other words.

Well, in other words, let's try an experiment, okay?

Let's save us some time and our client some money, all right?

- Mm-hmm. - Let's find something in there.

Let's find, uh... Oh, your lucky half dollar.

Fine, and if she passes the test, we stay on the case.

Agreed?

- Yeah, agreed. - Wonderful.

It's another coin.

Blood.

I see dried blood.

It's on a boy's face, under his nose.

There's a torn T-shirt?

Sneakers?

And now other boys are circling around him.

Cheering?

Yes, because he's standing over a larger boy

who's looking up kind of dazed.

I don't understand.

This has nothing to do with it.

[beeping]

Wait.

[beeping continues]

It's back.

The light.

The red blinking light.

He's planning another kill.

The ocean. We're looking...

No, no, we're looking down on it.

There's a house and another little house.

I see glass all around.

It's Oriental, it's Japanese.

Now a pond, fish in the water.

They're swimming... A woman.

Beautiful.

But she doesn't see.

She doesn't...

See him coming up from behind her.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Wait.

Give me your hand.

No, no, this one.

Yeah. Oh.

[grunts]

Circle my finger, circle my finger.

Quick.

This is where he will strike next.

It is a house in this area. It overlooks the ocean.

It has a fish pond.

You've got to find this house,

and warn the people who live there.

Now I can't believe she caught the time

you beat up Keith Knox.

It's probably the high point of your life.

I don't know how she does it.

She sure tuned in to all the right channels.

That is precisely what worries me.

Why?

Well, we're following her leads, right?

We could be getting close to this guy and not even know it.

But he would.

I'm no psychic,

but I got a feeling we better find this guy

before it's too late.

Uh, buddy. Konnichiwa.

Uh, we're looking for a house.

It has a fish pond in the back,

overlooking the ocean with a fish pond.

Arigato.

Uh, buddy.

Hey, you're gonna have to help me out here.

This is the last place in the neighborhood.

We're looking for a house

that's got a little teahouse somewhere around it

and a pool somewhere around it

that's got fish swimming in it like that.

You got anything like that on this place?

Yeah, it's right out back.

The lady of the house is right down there.

Thank you. It's out back.

The lady of the house is right down there.

Down here.

We found it.

[clears throat]

Uh, excuse us, ma'am... No, don't get up.

I was just wondering

if maybe we could talk to you for a second.

Simon & Simon. Confidential investigations.

Just how confidential are you, Rick?

I'm A.J.

We're, uh, very confidential.

Uh, are you Mrs. Gentry?

Mm-hmm.

Are you here to investigate me?

Well, uh, not really, ma'am.

Uh, see, we're working on

kind of a complicated case,

and, uh, the woman who hired us...

I'll bet I can tell you why you're here.

That would be very interesting.

Everybody's a psychic.

I'll bet Tony's wife hired you.

Who's Tony?

Tony's wife didn't hire you

- to see if Tony and I were... - Mm-mm.

Then why are you here?

Do you have a pond in your back yard?

Mm-hmm.

That's why we're here.

I was sure it was Tony's wife who hired you.

She's so certain Tony and I are having an affair.

Is there fish in the pond?

Yes. Why?

Did you bring your pole?

Will you two please tell me what's going on?

We work for Sarah Childs. You ever hear of her?

The psychic? Yes, of course.

My God, she's been helping the police on the murders.

Now look, this is, uh,

this is gonna sound a little eccentric,

but she had a vision

of a house with a little house just like that behind it,

and a pond with fish in it,

And she thinks that the woman there might be in great danger.

You see this?

[gun clicks]

Don't move.

It's okay, George. It's just a demonstration.

You can put your little cannon away.

George is my shadow.

It was my ever-diligent husband's idea.

George has been working with me since the first murder.

Thank you, George.

Now, is there anything else you'd like to warn me about?

[police radio chatter]

But, Lieutenant, what am I supposed to do?

Calm down, Sarah. I have to go by the book on this.

[scoffs]

You don't understand.

Someone knows that I'm getting close to the murderer.

He wants to stop me.

- There are other possible explanations. - What?

I mean, well, maybe one of your clients

didn't get the fortune you predicted for him, all right?

You know I don't make predictions

like that, Lieutenant.

Please don't abandon me.

There's nothing I can do about it.

- Please. - I'm sorry.

Who are you two?

Associates of Mrs. Childs. Is she all right?

She will be as soon as she comes back down to earth.

How'd you two float in here, on the astral plane?

It's okay. They're friends.

If you really are friends,

you keep her away from Rancho Los Robles.

Now we can't use her help.

That goes for any of her friends, too.

Excuse me.

You okay?

Come on, sweetie.

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

[Man] This horse keeps popping up at me.

I'll tell you what, give me 10 to win

on Bonecrusher in the 8th.

I know the jockey who rides him. He's a good kid.

He's gonna win this race.

Hello, fellas. Look, I'll be right with you, okay?

All right.

Also, give me 5 across on Molly's Revenge in the 9th.

- That should do it. - You got it, Myron.

I'll talk to you later.

Myron, you bring your bookie with you on a stakeout?

Hey, I gotta get down. I mean, I gotta make my bets.

Myron, I don't suppose you've noticed

what's been going on out here on the street, huh?

- What do you mean, the gunshots? - Yeah.

- Oh, I got that all checked out. - Oh, good, good.

- The girl's okay. - Fine.

I got something for you, but, uh,

I think we gotta renegotiate our terms here first.

Forget it, Myron. We had a deal.

Hey, I was gonna do it for you as a favor.

I am out of the investigating game, remember?

Oh, I forgot about that.

That's right. I'm enjoying my retirement.

- You guys call... - That's not what Janet said.

What did Janet say?

Janet said that you're picking people

out of the phone book at random and tailing them

- just for the hell of it. - That's crazy.

Yeah, we thought so, too.

I want 100 bucks plus expenses for what I got.

50 flat. No expenses.

I got the license number of the guy who fired the shots at her.

75, tops.

What is this, a mercy mission?

Yeah. Now let's have it.

Thank you, Myron.

Oh, by the way,

I think you guys might like to know.

The guy who fired the shots at her...

He spent about a half hour in there talking to her first.

- Hello. - Hi.

- How you doing? - Just fine.

I'm sorry that I'm late. I've been in court all morning.

Oh, trying to impress us, are you?

- Yeah. - well, think how much more impressed we'd have been

if we'd come to see you in your office.

What, and miss this big, expensive lunch

- you two are buying me? - Expensive?

If I am going to risk my job doing your dirty work for you,

I think I should get something in return.

Besides, I really did not want to talk

about Sarah Childs in my office.

What are you two doing with her, anyway?

- Is she a client, or what? - Well, what if she is?

She's not very well thought of in official circles right now,

and that's putting it mildly.

Look, the Mayor's office has found out

that the detectives were consulting with her,

and they offered to crucify the chief of police

- for using witch doctors. - Oh, that bunch of yo-yos.

- Well, it's probably a bum rap for Sarah... - Yeah.

But the Rancho Los Robles case is just too hot right now,

and the police have been getting

a lot of adverse publicity as it is.

Did you run the license check for us?

Yeah. That's why I thought you should know the back-story.

The car is registered to Philip Childs,

Sarah's ex-husband.

Oh, no. Guys, what about lunch?

Have it. We just lost our appetite.

Debbie, this lady right here... Her tab is on us.

A.J., wait up.

Oh, yeah? [laughs]

I'm going to have the Belgian endive salad,

the cold lobster plate,

and I would like the most expensive bottle

of French white wine you have in the house. Thank you.

Um... Oh, on second thought, just give me

a chef salad and vinegar and oil,

and a glass of the house white.

Have you told the police about this?

Not yet.

No, we wanted to be the first ones to know.

We figured maybe it's some kind of new family counseling,

taking pot shots at your ex through the window.

- It isn't what it seems. - It's exactly what it seems, Sarah.

You did it to dupe the cops.

Yes, that's right.

I did it so the police would take me seriously.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding.

I didn't ask to see people getting hurt!

Maybe you don't realize it,

but sometimes I can feel their pain,

and I always feel their terror.

I wasn't always like this.

Before I got married, I wasn't like this.

I had an accident, and I began to see things.

Things I'd never experienced before.

Sounds and smells, tastes.

I acquired this gift.

Well, it isn't a gift.

It's a curse.

It's ruined my marriage, drove my husband crazy.

And it's ruining my life.

And I can't turn it off!

I can't just turn it off!

I wish I could.

I wish when the police had asked me to quit.

I haven't told this to anyone except Philip.

But ever since the first of the murders,

I've been having visions of myself

trapped in a transparent place.

I can see right through the walls.

And I feel the murderer there with me.

Just the two of us, alone.

He's going to bury me there.

Because he knows that I know about him.

So do you understand?

I've seen my own death at his hands.

What would you do if you were me?

What would you do?

What a strange couple.

Shh.

How long have you known them?

Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here.

[laughter continues]

Hey, come here. Come here.

Aw.

Too bad old Charlie had to go to bed so early.

It's only... What time is it? 4 a.m.?

Well, you know doctors...

Up early in the morning.

No fun at all.

On the other hand, the doctor's wife...

Mmm.

Tony, you know what I'd like?

What?

More champagne?

Right.

I'll stay right here. I promise I won't budge.

Promise, huh?

Promise.

[gasps]

[dog barking]

[laughing]

Hey, Diane.

Diane?

Diane?

[police radio chatter]

Hi, I'm Andrew Simon.

That's my brother Rick over there.

If you could give that to the Lieutenant,

I'd appreciate it.

Sarah Childs is out front,

and she knows Mrs. Gentry is missing.

How the hell did she find out so quick?

That's the thing.

According to these guys, she predicted this would happen.

Yeah. Bring them back.

I don't want her talking to the papers.

Okay.

The Lieutenant will see you now.

Is what they say true?

- They were here, yeah. - Hey, I don't know what you're talking about.

You were the last one to see her alive.

He was having an affair with her.

Maybe she wanted to break it off and he killed her.

That's a lie.

Hey, if you knew we were having an affair,

maybe you killed her to get even with her.

That's enough, boys, that's enough.

Calm down. You're gonna get yourself hurt.

[beeping]

Give me your hands.

Yours?

Neither of them had anything to do

with the disappearance of Mrs. Gentry.

[whimpering]

[choking]

[thump]

Why don't you take her home, give her some soup,

and put her to bed?

Maybe she's coming down with something.

Oh, God.

- Get me up. - Okay. Okay.

Get me up. Get me up.

[breathing heavily]

Come on, Sarah, let's go. Let's get out of here.

I thought you were in the real estate business.

With the housing situation the way it is today?

Are you kidding?

What have you got?

I got a baseball, got a cork,

some gum wrappers,

and a pencil with the end chewed.

I got a bottle cap and a beer can

and a bra.

A bra?

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

It's not much.

It's all we've got left to try.

There must be something of his in here.

Hmm.

It's a group of young girls,

no more than 9 or 10. I...

One of them stole this from her mother's drawer.

The girls took turns

trying it on over their clothes, pretending.

[clears throat]

It's from a sandlot game a long time ago.

No, nothing. Somebody's pencil.

No.

There is something.

This is his.

This is something he left or dropped.

He was waiting.

That lot had to be next to one of the victims' houses,

because I feel him waiting.

Can you see him? What does he look like?

He's a shadow. I can't... I don't...

[beeping]

The flashing red light... I see it again.

All right, now try to see him, his face.

I can't. I don't know.

Try.

Wait.

I have someone.

It's not him. It's... a woman.

Oh, my God.

[knock on door]

Who is it?

Rancho Los Robles Security Patrol, Mrs. Childs.

Officer Reimers.

They found the body, didn't they?

Where I said they would.

Yes, ma'am, in a trash bin.

That's why I'm here.

My boss wants me to bring you by so you can have a look around.

Maybe you can tell us something.

You mean he's willing to use a psychic?

We're not quite as narrow-minded as the police are.

Whoever's killing these people

is making us look like fools, Mrs. Childs.

We're responsible for the people of the estates,

and, frankly, we'd like to be the ones to catch him.

Why don't you come in a minute?

I'll just get a sweater.

Is it all right if we get out of here?

Yeah, go.

Hey.

Tell her thanks.

Rick?

Yo.

Hey, may I see that for a moment, please?

Is that part of the uniform?

- Well, yeah. - Thanks.

[ringing]

Security patrol.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Flagston.

All right, all right. I'll send someone right over.

Just stay locked in your closet till someone gets there.

I'm sure she's got a phone in her closet.

Hey! What are you... You can't do that! Who are you?

Ma'am, do you have a log? Do you have a log of your offices?

- Their times, their routes, all of that. - Well, yes, yes, of course.

- May I see it, please? - Who are you, for heaven's sake?

May I see the log, please?

Is this gonna get me in trouble?

No, ma'am. Thank you.

How we doing? You getting an answer?

No.

Maybe she's taking a shower.

Maybe she went out somewhere.

[phone ringing]

A.J.

Whose desk is this?

Officer Reimers.

Which one is he?

Picture on the left. He's the one in the middle, kneeling.

Reimers was on duty the night of every murder.

You slapped him on the shoulder.

Yeah?

- Remember? - Yeah.

You gave Sarah the lucky half dollar.

You'd just slapped him on the shoulder.

She asked to see your hands.

You gave her your right hand, the one you slapped him with.

Can you beep Reimers for us?

[beeping]

No, he's got his beeper turned off.

He's been doing that a lot lately.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, it's you, isn't it?

Isn't it?

[tires screech]

[grunts, screams]

He's got her.

What?

All right. Now what was it she said she saw?

- A house, a building, and you can see through it. - Transparent.

Yeah, transparent.

A house under construction.

Do you handle the security

for any of the construction sites around here?

Not really. Oh, but we got that new hotel on Travis Road.

Travis Road.

Call the police. Tell 'em to meet us up there.

[tires screeching]

[muffled screams]

Get up! Get up!

Right over here.

[muffled screaming continues]

Come here!

Get in there.

[grunts]

[horn blows]

[tires screech]

Look, it's not important,

but I just want you to know you're not one of them.

It's the rich ones.

They're down there cowering in their fancy houses.

They deserve it.

They deserve everything they get.

You see, I wasn't good enough for the police force.

But the funny thing is,

they hired me to protect them.

You know,

tomorrow they'll be digging here.

And when they do, they'll find you.

[whimpering]

Can you see her?

I can't see anything.

- All right, keep him busy. - You got it.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

Reimers, drop it!

[grunts]

A.J.?

A.J.!

A.J.!

I'm all right.

Sarah!

[whimpering]

Sarah!

[screams]

[groans]

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, baby. It's all over.

It's all over.

Oh, Rick. [crying]

I know.

Hey, thank God you're not right about everything, huh?

[laughing, crying]

I got you. That's a girl.

It's all over now.

All over.

Oh.

Mom, you said Sunday dinner.

You forgot to mention anything about volleyball.

That was before I met Arthur Jansen.

I tell you, any dentist who kayaks to Catalina and back

has got a few loose fillings. That's what I think.

There's nothing wrong in believing in life after 60.

Go slow, Mom.

He sounds a little physical.

Yes, I know.

Oh, that reminds me.

Art wanted you boys to bring an old football, too.

His are too new for the beach.

Aw.

[clears throat]

Well, it's a perfect fit.

Yes, it is.

Who is Mary Sue?

Mary Sue, Mary Sue.

Oh, of course. Mary Sue Scott.

That was one of Rick's old girlfriends.

In fact, I can remember when she left it here.

- Oh! - Look, we better get a move on here,

because Art's probably down there doing warm-ups right now.

I'm getting very strange impressions of you

- all of a sudden. - Strange?

Impressions of what, Sarah?

Uh, nothing, Mom, nothing. Come on.

- I'll tell you later, Mom. - No, you won't.

- Well, maybe I'll tell her. - What is this, a conspiracy?

- What's it worth to you, Rick? - What's it worth to you, A.J.?