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Mrs. Carmichael disappeared in the middle of the night last night.

- That room is haunted. - Haunted?

[Announcer] Tonight, on Simon & Simon...

What we got here, you see,

is a very disturbed woman.

Which way was she headed?

I'm going to kill you!

- FBI? - You never heard us say that.

It's all connected to you and that night

in room 3502.

I came to look at the room.

- If there is nothing weird about this room... - If what?

Why are we yelling at each other?

- Whoa. - That's her.

If I have to waste him...

[gun fires]

♪♪ [theme]

[Man] I'm sorry, we're full up.

It's the computer software convention.

[Man #2] Uh, could you suggest some place else?

I'm afraid it's the same all over town, sir.

There might be something available in Oceanside or Cardiff.

How far is that?

About 40 miles.

[sighs]

I don't think I can make it another 40 miles.

We do have one room available.

- Room 3502, but uh... - But what?

I don't think you'd like 3502.

Does it have a bed?

- Of course. - We'd like it.

[bell rings] Front.

I don't know, honey.

This place seems all right to me.

I'm sorry, I... I guess we could have

done a little better if I'd made a reservation, huh?

Oh, forget it, honey.

The trip was a sweet idea.

It's not your fault. I'm still a little edgy.

I just want you to relax and get better.

I hate to see you hurting.

[knocking]

They told me somebody rented 3502

but I didn't believe it 'til I saw it.

- We're, uh... - Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael, right?

I'm Phoebe.

Uh, no... Don't tell me.

Wait, no, no. Don't tell me.

Uh, Libra and Capricorn, am I right?

[laughs] Well, it was easy.

Your auras are almost palpable.

I don't think I can handle this.

I mean maybe we've got auras in Michigan,

but at least people have the good sense not to mention it.

Where are you going?

To take a shower.

I'll be right back.

Honeymooners, huh?

Sort of.

We've, uh, been married two years.

It's kind of a second... Oh, I get it.

[sighs] Good.

I'd hate to think of anyone

spending their first in this room.

Why?

What's wrong with it?

You don't know?

Oh, hey, I've only worked here a month,

and part-time at that, and I know all about it.

Okay...

You and Phoebe have a real nice talk, did ya, hon?

She told me some very interesting things.

And what did she tell you?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Do you, uh... You wanna sleep on that side?

What are you talking about?

I always sleep on the left side.

Honey,

stop and think about it for a minute, now.

Who answers the phone when it rings at night?

And what side of the bed is the phone on at home?

You always have to be right, don't you?

All right, all my life

I've slept on the right side of the bed,

and now I wanna sleep on the left.

Any objections?

No.

Good morning.

Jodi?

Honey?

Excuse me.

Uh, I'm Mr. Carmichael, in 3502.

Did you happen to see my wife come down

for breakfast this morning?

Your wife left the hotel about 4 AM, sir.

What?

Walked right passed me

like she was on some urgent mission.

I remember I asked, did she want a cab.

She never turned to look at me.

I thought you knew.

[Sports Announcer] 50 seconds to go and counting.

Bogle gets off a beauty of a kick.

Preston can't afford the fair catch.

He grabs it on the one and starts upfield.

Breaks free at the 15... Wow, hit at the 20

and the ball pops up in the air and out of bounds.

[static]

[Woman] Marine operator 29, may I help you?

No.

No!

[Man] Uh, hi ya darlin'.

This is the motor vessel, Hole in the Water.

Whiskey, Alpha, 2-0-4-1.

Yes, operator, this is a third party call

to be billed to area code 619-555-8896.

Just a moment, please.

Yes, ma'am. I'll hold. Thank you.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Rick Simon is billing a call to you...

Oh, yes, ma'am. That charge will be just fine.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Hi, Susie. I'm not waking you, am I, love.

No, but I can hardly hear you.

Yeah, I know. It's a lousy connection.

I'm having to use kind of, uh,

alternate equipment here.

A.J. put a lock on on the telephone again.

- Hang on, honey. - [door slams]

Hiya, neighbor. ¿Qué pasa?

Ooh. Little trouble with the TV reception, huh?

[heavy breathing]

I can deal with having you guys for neighbors.

Uh-huh.

Did I say anything when that bomb went off

- in the canal two months ago? - No, you didn't. No.

What about those two guys in gray suits

who keep driving their car all over my lawn?

- Yeah, yeah. - Do I complain?

No, no, you don't.

Also, I didn't get to thank you

for the coffee and doughnuts during the hostage situation.

I'll get back to you, Susie, okay? Bye-bye.

Can't you organize your love life

so you won't destroy the entire neighborhood's

communication with the outside world?

Ah, geez... The Charger game.

It's their last chance for a playoff berth.

I'm sor... Here, be my guest.

There you go.

[Announcer] Surely, the most incredible play,

the most bizarre ending,

in the history of American football.

Thanks for listening.

We now join Capital Cloakroom in progress.

Mr. Gormin, I'm just as sorry as I can be about this.

I, uh... I just... Mr. Gormin, Mr. Gormin?

Listen, you know what I'd do if I were you?

I'd really check in to getting the cable.

- You know what I mean? That way you... - Hi, Mr. Gormin.

[mumbling]

He had a little problem with his TV set and...

If you are quite through antagonizing our neighbors,

I would like you to meet a new client.

Bob Carmichael, this is my brother, Rick.

- Hi, Rick. - Bob.

Nice to meet ya.

Jodi's father passed away about five weeks ago,

and she had a... kind of a breakdown.

So, I suggested a vacation,

a change of scene.

And here we are.

Well, could anything have happened

to upset her and to trigger another breakdown?

No.

Had a little trouble getting a room.

And we had a stupid fight last night

about absolutely nothing.

She's... She's just tired from the trip.

- Mm-hmm. - You know?

Good morning, Mr. Carmichael.

Is everything okay in the room?

Not really.

Oh, uh, wait. The maid.

Phoebe!

She talked to my wife last night

while I was in the shower.

- Phoebe? - Yes, Mr. Carmichael?

Did you talk to Mrs. Carmichael last night?

- Well... - What did you talk about?

Uh, it's all right, Phoebe.

Uh, these men are private detectives.

Mrs. Carmichael disappeared

in the middle of the night last night.

Oh. Hi.

I bet you're really good detectives.

Gemini and Pisces, very observant.

Uh-huh.

I'm not a Pisces.

Did you talk to her?

Of course I did.

I'm Aries.

We never hold anything back.

What was it you didn't hold back?

About the room.

It's haunted.

- Haunted? - It... Haunted?

A couple of years back,

a woman named Rosalynd Martin checked into that room.

At 6:00 in the morning

she started screaming

about her husband being murdered.

By the time they got into the room,

she'd slit her wrists.

And you told my wife that?

I told her the truth.

That room is haunted.

I mean, nobody's had a decent night's sleep in there

since it happened.

I mean, the management doesn't necessarily

go around advertising that we've got a haunted room.

But, they're certainly never in any rush to rent it.

Not that there are a lot of folks wanting it.

But, I mean, once the word got around...

Oh, um, listen.

You guys aren't gonna tell the night manager,

um, like what I said, are you?

I mean, they don't like me to, well...

He'd probably just say I was a blabbermouth.

Well, he'd probably say anything.

[A.J.] Don't worry, we won't tell him.

I won't either.

I don't wanna get you in trouble, Phoebe.

[sighs]

I just wanna get my wife back.

The thought of her alone in a strange city...

She's so innocent.

This ought to do the job.

- I'll take it. - Not so fast.

You'll have to fill out this form, first.

You can pick up your piece in 15 days.

Fifteen days? Why?

It's the law.

State has to have time to check you out,

see if you have some kind of felony record.

I can't wait 15 days.

Then, I can't sell you the gun.

- Hey, miss. - What?

You wanna buy... You wanna buy a gun, fast?

Yeah.

Twenty bucks'll get you a name.

What are you looking for, ectoplasm?

- Say what? - Ectoplasm.

You know, the stuff that ghosts are made out of?

The stuff that's under the sheets.

I mean, you don't buy this haunted room garbage, do ya?

Well, there's something funny about this room, though.

Well, what are you looking for?

You could help!

Well, I can't help if you don't tell me

what it is you're looking for!

Fine, try this.

Now, here's Jodi. According to the husband,

this, uh, this young innocent from Ishpeming, Michigan.

I mean, she probably had a beer on grad night, right?

Probably doesn't even smoke tobacco.

What are you getting at?

Now, Phoebe comes up, gets her all upset,

she wakes up in the middle of the night.

Now, let's suppose

that the last tenant in this place

left something just a tad illegal here, all right?

Now, Jodi gets up, and I don't know why,

but she smokes it or she... she... she swallows it

or snorts it. Is that real enough for ya?

No, it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life!

- Did you find a stash? - No, I didn't find a stash!

But there's something else here!

What? Make it good!

- If there is nothing weird about this room... - Yeah, what?

Why are we yelling at each other for no good reason?

[seagulls screech]

[Man] Hi, how you doing?

I'm looking for Mr. Fortune.

Ah, good.

The approach.

You can tell a lot about the person from his approach.

Are you interested in some ice cream?

No, I'm interested in a gun.

Whoa. "Weapon," please.

It's a good word,

descended from the Norse "vápn."

Hey, God, those Norsemen

sure had a lot of hair, didn't they?

Oh, how did you get my name?

A guy outside a pawn shop on West 15th.

Uh-huh.

And how do I know that you're sincere in this?

Well, the time was, you could tell a cop

by the smell of his loafers, but no more.

Insincerity, artifice.

I'm not a cop, for God's sake!

All I want is a damn gun.

Why should that be so hard?

Look, I've got 200 in cash.

What'll it get me?

[chuckles] You're in luck.

We're having a sale.

What do you recommend?

Well, it's not often I get to give consumer advice.

Uh, here, here.

Take the Enfield.

- I think you'll be amused by its pretension. - Thanks.

Oh, and by the way, my dear,

uh, I'd advise you to keep the weapon in one place

and the ammo close by.

That way, if you have to protect your house...

I'm not interested in protecting my house.

I have other plans.

Hi, Mrs. Mitchell?

- Hi. - Yes?

I'm A.J. Simon. This is my brother, Rick.

We spoke to you on the phone, remember?

Oh, yes, of course. How are you?

Uh, hello, Rick.

Why don't you come inside.

Do you mind helping me with these plants?

- Oh, no, not at all. - Sure.

[Rick] - Uh, here. You take that. - Thank you.

You said that I was the last person

- to stay in room 3502? - Yes, ma'am.

Until last night.

But, my husband and I stayed there

over eight months ago.

Yeah, the Del... Thank you.

The Del doesn't normally rent that room.

Well, I can certainly understand why.

There's something very disturbing

about room 3502.

The first night we were there,

I had the worst nightmares I've ever had

in my entire life.

I can't even remember what I dreamt about.

It's just that I know I was scared half to death.

And my husband,

he had exactly the same experience.

So, in the middle of the night,

we just packed up our bags

and got the hell out of that room.

Is it possible that you might have...

Well, that you might have left, uh...

say, some medicine?

Oh, you mean stash?

Yes, ma'am.

Look, I certainly don't need anything artificial

to enhance my life.

But, if I did,

I sure wouldn't leave it in some hotel room.

Told you it was a dumb question.

But that room was a totally different kind of trip.

[sighs]

If I didn't know better, I would swear...

Swear what, Mrs. Mitchell?

That that room was haunted.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me where

the Rafelson Chemical building is?

Yeah, I can do better than that, Sugar.

I'm going right passed there.

Can I, uh, give you a lift?

Come on, I don't bite.

Not right off, anyway. [chuckles]

Uh, my name is Wayne.

I'm Rosalynd.

Yeah, I bet all your friends call you Rosy, huh?

I don't know.

Yeah, right.

Uh, so, is that a wedding ring I see there?

My husband's dead.

Oh, hey, I'm real sorry to hear that.

Hey, you know who you look like?

That TV actress with her own series, huh?

You know who I mean.

No, the only TV I've been watching

are the Watergate hearings.

The Watergate hearings?

I think it's disgraceful that a President

of the United States should be involved in that way.

I hope they impeach him, don't you?

[tires squeal]

Jerk.

Man, I'll tell ya, all this hotel hopping

brings back a lot of memories.

The Hotel Dunbar,

now there's a class joint.

You know, I used to spend hours in the linen room on the third floor

waiting for some wandering husband to show

with his $2 bimbo.

- Man, I'll tell ya... - Myron, please.

- Just get to the point. - Relax, will ya?

I told you I'd find her.

You found her?

Well, I found her trail, anyway.

A.J., I just tell ya all the time.

It's a question of a little experience.

I know, Myron, please.

Okay, okay.

A woman matching your wife's description

checked into the Dunbar about 4:30 in the morning.

Registers under a phony name.

What name?

Martin.

Rosalynd Martin.

Rosalynd Martin?

That's the woman that Phoebe said committed suicide.

Yep, it sure is.

Well, the clerk at the Dunbar said she checked out

about 8:00 this morning.

Said she was asking about the nearest place

she could buy a gun.

May I help you?

I'd like to see Mr. Rafelson.

I'm sorry, but Mr. Rafelson is in conference.

He can't be disturbed.

I'll wait.

He won't be able to see you without an appointment.

He'll see me.

Would you care to give me your name?

- No. - [phone rings]

Guy at the pawn shop said he saw some sleaze

giving her your name.

No, I never saw this woman.

I run a legitimate business here.

Do you want some ice cream?

Barry, you and I go back a long way, right?

Yeah. Yeah, a long ways.

Yeah. And you know how I feel

about your legitimate business, don't ya?

Well, what we got here, you see,

is a very disturbed woman

who probably could do herself a great deal of harm.

Now, I know that you didn't see her,

and you didn't sell her a gun.

But, uh, tell me something, now.

Ow.

Which way was she headed when she left?

[Barry coughs]

The same direction as your cigar.

- Uh-huh. - Yeah.

On foot, about an hour ago.

Good to see you again.

Better split up.

Chances are, she's wandering around the streets in a daze.

With a gun.

Look, why don't you have Myron

and Bob cruise the area downtown

from 8th Street to F.

You go west, I'll go east.

Roger.

[typewriter clacking]

[thunder]

Wait! You can't go in there.

What's going on here? Who is this?

I'm sorry. I'll get security.

Stop it.

Don't pretend you don't know who I am.

I'll get right back to you.

I'm sorry, have we met someplace?

Only at my husband's funeral.

The man you killed.

Now, really, I don't know who you are, but...

Why are you playing this stupid game?

I'm Rosalynd Martin and you know it.

You're no more Rosalynd Martin than I am.

I've never seen you before in my life.

You killed Frank.

You killed the only man I've ever loved!

And now, I'm going to kill you.

[gunshots]

[clicking]

Hey, what... What's going on here?

Stop that woman!

I'll call the police.

No! No cops.

Everybody out of here except Jerry.

Cleve, who was that woman?

Somebody who knows about Frank Martin.

Blackmail?

Probably.

Damn it!

It's the worse possible time to bring up

the Martin thing.

This could delay Paseo Verde for years.

As well as sending both of us to prison.

[phone beeps]

Yeah?

[Woman] Sorry, Mr. Rafelson.

Security lost her.

Okay.

I want you to find that woman

and I want you to kill her.

[tires screech]

Hey, Mrs. Carmichael!

Hey, hey, hey! Hold it. Hold it!

I'm a friend. Hey, Bob sent me.

Bob sent me. It's all right.

- Bob? - Yeah.

Where's Bob?

Well, he wants me to take you to him.

Oh, thank God.

No... Oh! Don't do that. Oh.

- That's her. - Who's the guy?

I dunno, but if he gets in the way...

Hey, don't tell me my business, okay?

I know what has to be done.

If I have to waste him,

it won't cost you that much extra.

Yeah, okay.

Doctor says that mark on your face

looks like somebody, you know, smacked ya.

I have no idea who could have hit me.

From the minute she left the hotel

until you guys brought her in here,

she remembers absolutely nothing.

Do you recall using the name Rosalynd Martin?

No.

Mrs. Carmichael, are you aware

that you bought a gun?

A gun?

Well, that's gotta be a mistake.

Jodi is terrified of guns.

- Well... - We'll see you later.

Mrs. Carmichael, you get some rest, okay?

I'll be right back.

I'm gonna say good-bye to them, honey.

I tell ya,

once that doctor says she's all right to travel,

I'm taking her back home to Michigan.

You don't wanna find out what happened?

You bet I do.

But not at the further risk to her health.

Jodi... Jodi had a terrible experience

before she came out here.

And now, this.

I'm not ashamed to tell you guys,

this whole thing's got me scared to death.

Yeah, well, I can understand that.

Anyway,

this, uh... This should cover your fee

and expenses and a little something extra

for the fabulous job

you did of getting her back so fast.

- Well, thank you. - Thank you.

We'll, uh...

We'll call before we leave, huh?

- Please do. - Okay.

[Woman over P.A.] Dr. Conlan, you're needed...

- Absolutely bizarre. - Yeah, tell me about it.

A woman stays in a room that's supposed to be haunted...

And wanders off in the middle of the night.

Gets herself all beat up.

What?

- You see that? - See what?

That orderly that just passed us.

Yeah, what about him?

He's wearing Grassi loafers.

- Wow. - New ones.

What are Grassi loafers?

About $500 a pair.

[Rick] Hey.

Fella, wait up.

[gunshots]

What happened?

That fire extinguisher down there,

it just... it just blew up all by itself.

Just, boom.

So, why didn't you guys call the cops?

Because, Myron, we've got a client

who cannot account for 15 hours of her life.

Who has probably bought an illegal weapon.

Who is too upset to talk to anybody,

much less the police. That's why.

Look, right now we've got a hospital security guard

on the door and we had to give him a song and dance.

And he's leaving in ten minutes.

- So I inherit the job? - Yeah.

Look, the woman's life is in danger, Myron.

Don't you think that's just a little bit

more important than going to the racetrack?

All right, all right. I'll do it.

But, you guys gotta do me a favor.

You gotta get a hold of Crazy Louie

and get me down for 20 to win

on Bonecrusher in the third.

You think you can get that straight?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, now.

You want us to call Bonecrusher.

Ah, you want, uh, $3 on the nose

for Crazy Louie, 20th race, right?

- "Poyrfect." - "Poyrfect."

- Now, wait a minute. - Yeah.

Tomorrow morning, when they release

the woman from the hospital,

you gonna send her right on home.

- Uh... - Not exactly.

Uh, we thought we'd keep her here

you know, under wraps

until this whole mess is cleared up.

Got a safe house picked out for her and everything.

Now, you guys used my place the last time.

Hey, hey, now come on. Now, look, Myron.

It's the best safe house we've got.

It's the only safe house we've got.

Well, with some crazy after them with a cannon,

the price just went up.

- Fifty. Yeah, yeah. - Uh.

Fifty bucks a day, plus the food,

plus a prorated share of the rent.

- Now, wait. - Okay.

Fine, and this time,

you guys explain the rules.

They can have anything they want in the fridge

except the frozen chocolate bars.

- Yeah, okay, okay. - They're mine.

- Okay. - Okay?

Booze is definitely off limits.

In the morning, no flushing before 9.

- Yes, Myron. - No toothpaste in the sink. - All right.

- And no... - [All] Long distance phone calls.

- I gotcha. Okay. - We'll check back with you in about an hour, okay?

- Wait a minute. - What?

If this was my case...

You'd have been fired yesterday. Come on, let's go.

- Bonecrusher! - I'll give him a call.

Bonecrusher.

Phoebe, tell us again what you guys

talked about that night.

Well, I told you what I said to Mrs. Carmichael.

Everything you said?

Now, come on.

You're an Aries. Aries don't hold anything back.

Well, not quite.

I mean, you looked at me like I was nuts, anyway,

- so I figured why bother? - Bother.

I heard this story from my friend Lucy,

who, um, was night maid at the time.

Uh, Lucy found the Martin woman in the bathtub.

She called for help and tried to give first aid but she couldn't.

The Martin woman was hysterical,

blaming some man named Rafelson

for the death of her husband.

The Martin woman wanted Lucy to go and get revenge for her.

She wanted Lucy to go down

to the Rafelson Chemical building,

where her husband used to work,

and wipe this guy out for her.

And then, the paramedics came and took the Martin woman away.

A heck of a story to tell somebody

who just had a nervous breakdown.

Look, please don't tell anybody at the hotel

that I'm talking about this, okay?

I'm in enough trouble already.

Oh?

Well, it's no big deal.

I mean, well... well...

I lied about some references to get this job.

[whispers] I've never worked as a maid before.

[whispers] Oh.

[whispers] We never talked to you.

[whispering] Thanks for your help.

- Yeah, bye. - Bye.

- Well... - [sighs]

We might have an idea as to where Jerry went.

It's pretty thin.

It's all we got.

You know something, A.J.?

We ought to start keeping track of this.

I mean, I wonder just how many

of these black bag jobs like this

we've done in offices.

Well, I'm really glad you brought that up, Rick.

I mean, now I can die happy.

No, wait a minute. We might be missing

some sort of an anniversary here.

If this were like, number 500 say,

it'd be time for the hats and the horns.

What?

- Boy. - Ooh.

I wonder what kind of a party they had here.

Looks like a real shoot 'em up, huh?

Glad I'm not the guest of honor.

[thunder]

- Here we go. - What?

I've got Frank Martin's employment history, here.

Well, don't keep it to yourself.

According to this,

he specialized in waste management.

As in industrial waste?

Chemical waste, nothing more specific.

I'll take a look.

What's interesting is that somebody has done

a lot of extra secretarial work on it.

Hmm.

Lot of whiting out, here.

Take a look at this.

I learned how to read backwards

when I used that little pocket mirror to copy

Sheri Levinston's test answers in the 4th grade.

Yeah, I remember that.

That was the test where you said the capital of France

was Sirap.

[clears throat]

[speaks gibberish]

Supervisor, Paseo Verde Development.

Paseo Verde is some land

that Rafelson is developing as a real estate project.

Yeah, but nine years ago, that same land

was under the supervision

of a waste disposal engineer.

- [door opens] - Oh.

What the hell are you doing here this late?

Ah, jeez.

Ah, jeez.

I told you we were gonna get caught.

What?

I told you we shouldn't have had the beers.

- [burps] - That we'd be late.

Uh, mister, I'm real sorry.

Uh, this is our first week on the job

and we...

It won't happen again. We promise that.

Would you give us a break, please?

All right. Just get out of here, right now.

Ah, jeez. Thank you. Thank you.

Here, we're on our way.

Jerry, this is Cleve.

Those two detectives

that your thug said were hired

by the Carmichaels... One of them blonde?

The other one got a mustache?

All right.

You tell that hired thug of yours

to stay very, very close to those two

because I think they're gonna lead us

to what we've been looking for.

[A.J.] Uh-huh, okay.

Thank you very much, Al. Hey, listen, Al,

you put Rick down for two tickets

to that policeman's talent show of yours, okay?

'Cause you know how much he likes that.

Right.

Thank you very much. Thank you. Bye-bye.

Okay, now three weeks bef... Oh, come on.

Hey, you know you gotta keep these guys happy.

Come on, come on.

Now three weeks

before Rosalynd Martin committed suicide,

her husband, name of Frank,

was killed in an automobile accident

over in Spring Valley.

Now, the police suspected homicide.

But, they couldn't make a case.

Official cause of death, vehicular accident.

So, maybe Frank Martin got off'ed

because he tumbled on some sort of shady dealings

- over at Rafelson Chemical. - You got it.

Something like a little real estate project

called Paseo Verde.

A project that Rafelson didn't want

anybody to know that Frank was involved in.

So, when Jodi shows up calling herself Rosalynd Martin,

everybody gets very upset.

Upset enough to want to have her killed.

Yeah, and us, too, if we get in the way.

- What do you say we get in the way? - Okay.

Where we gonna start getting in the way?

Well, Frank and Rosalynd Martin

used to have a house over on Point Loma.

We'll go over there and see if there's any next of kin living there.

Wanna call first, or just kinda casually,

you know, drop by?

Let's just casually drop by.

[doorbell rings]

- Yes? - Hi.

I'm A.J. Simon. This is my brother, Rick.

- Hi. - Hi.

We're private investigators.

Just what are you investigating?

Um, well the people who used to live here...

We're investigating the deaths of

Frank Martin and his wife Rosalynd.

- Wrong. - Wrong?

Wrong?

Rosalynd Martin isn't dead.

Not even close.

What makes you say that?

Because I'm Rosalynd Martin.

Ah.

I can certainly understand your surprise.

At my being alive, that is.

If all the maid told you was I cut my wrists...

[laughs softly]

I mean, people who usually do that intend to die.

I know I did.

I just didn't do a very good job.

Or maybe the people at the emergency hospital

did a better one.

Anyway, here I am.

That night...

That night, you were shouting something

about your husband being murdered.

I don't wanna talk about it.

It's taken me years of expensive

psychotherapy to get over

the hate and the misunderstandings.

I won't have it stirred up all over again.

Well, we can understand that.

But, right now, there's another woman,

in a hospital with people trying to kill her

and maybe us.

The only thing we're sure of

is that it's all connected to you

and that night in room 3502.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, but please,

why did you think your husband had been murdered?

Because he died in a one car accident

and he was a very careful driver.

You accused a man named Rafelson.

Did you have any proof that he did it?

I'm sorry.

I can't go on like this.

It all comes rushing back.

All the silly suspicions,

all the nightmares.

Rafelson did it.

If you wanna know more,

go talk to George Drayfus.

He believed me for awhile

and then he stopped.

Please, go now. Please.

Okay.

[both] I'm sorry.

[knocking]

George Drayfus?

- Yes. - We're investigators.

We'd like a moment of your time.

Investigators?

You mean, uh, FBI?

- We didn't say that. - You never heard us say that.

Oh.

Of course.

Well, come in.

Thank you.

Hmm.

What?

I think the guy's okay.

You wanna talk, fella?

Well, sure. About what?

Paseo Verde.

And Frank Martin.

And Cleve Rafelson.

Could I see some ID?

Look, we already know about the car crash

that killed Frank Martin.

You don't really want to obstruct

a murder investigation, do you?

I didn't have anything to do with that.

Then I suggest you talk.

All right.

Frank and I worked for Cleve Rafelson.

We built Paseo Verde.

It was a chemical waste disposal site.

We're aware of that.

Then, the new highway came in

and the land got to be real valuable.

A couple years ago,

Rafelson filed plans to build homes

in Paseo Verde.

On top of dangerous chemical wastes?

No, no. At the other end of Paseo Verde.

Miles away.

At least, that's what he said.

Did you have any reason not to believe him?

Well, Frank was pretty sure

those homes were gonna be

where our dump site had been.

I thought so, too.

Cleve told us we were wrong.

- We checked it out on the official maps. - And?

And Cleve was right.

Those homes were gonna be miles from the dump site.

But Frank wouldn't leave it alone.

He figured that map was a forgery.

I think he found the real map

and confronted Rafelson with it, and...

And Rafelson killed him.

Do you have any proof of that?

No.

And I stopped trying to prove it when Frank was killed.

I mean, I got the message, if you know what I mean.

But I'll tell you one thing.

Frank was a careful man.

Before he took that map to Rafelson,

he'd of copied it...

and stashed it somewhere, just in case.

If you get my meaning.

So, have you talked to his wife?

We will.

Mr. Drayfus,

your government appreciates this.

We'll be in touch.

No.

There were no maps in this house

or in his safe deposit box

or in his office.

I went through everything.

Behind everything, inside everything.

I remember I was looking for clues

to support my crazy theory.

Maybe it wasn't so crazy.

Did, um... Did you have a summer home

- or a vacation house, or... - No.

You're talking about land survey maps, aren't you?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, there's probably a harbor chart on our boat.

- Boat? - Do you, um, still have the boat?

I always will. It's funny.

The day before Frank's accident, he told me,

"Ros, if anything ever happens,

"don't sell the boat.

Keep it and go fishing."

It was very strange.

Why was that strange?

Well, we weren't fishermen, either of us.

I think he just meant, hang onto it.

Have a good time.

Go on with your life.

Could be.

Where is the boat?

Fairhaven Marina, slip 9.

Only taken her out a couple of times,

but never fishing.

Maybe I will someday.

[Rick groans]

I hope we don't have to tear this tub down

to the waterline.

We won't.

Remember, he told his wife he was going fishing.

Yeah, but that doesn't have to mean anything.

I mean I've known guys, hung a sign

on their office door said, "Gone fishing."

Doesn't mean anything. Means they're gone.

They're not there. That's all.

Yes, but this was a man whose life was in danger.

He was trying to leave his wife a message.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Hey. - What?

Ah-ha.

Ah-ha.

Ah-ha.

Think it might be laminated in the rod, here?

Probably.

Let's try this first.

Oh yeah, the ol' map in the fishing reel bit.

He had to make a copy, he could've made a small copy.

Ahh.

- Ah, ha. - Ah, ha, ha, ha.

Uh-huh.

'Kay... Oh, whoop, whoop, whoop.

Son of a gun.

By George, I think we've got it.

[Man] I think we'll take it.

Did you say, "I think we'll take it"?

Hi, guys.

You probably want us to come out there, right?

- We give up. - Yeah. Okay.

- Here you go. - You get the map.

Okay, here we come.

Ooh!

Aah!

[Jodi] I wanna know what happened.

I wanna know why.

Well, that's why we asked Dr. Hammond to come along.

I thought she might be able to answer some of those questions.

Dr. Hammond is a clinical psychologist.

Oh, I'm not here to examine you.

I came to look at the room.

And I think I have a possible explanation.

- Color. - Color?

Color can have powerful effects on people.

Uneasiness, irritability, unusual behavior.

In your case, it's even possible

that it triggered a suicide attempt.

I tried to kill myself

because they wouldn't believe my husband was murdered.

Not because of the color of the room.

But it is possible that in another room,

you wouldn't have taken it that far.

And you, Jodi,

people are very susceptible to suggestion.

They believe a place is haunted

if somebody says it's haunted.

And you were so vulnerable.

You'd recently lost your father.

Am I right in assuming that he wasn't very old?

He was 53.

Didn't you feel it was unfair

that he died at such an early age?

It was unfair.

It was damned unfair.

I was cheated out of my time with him.

And then the maid told you a story about another woman

who was cheated in a very similar way.

By the way, where is the maid?

She got fired.

Oh, it's okay, though.

She said the moon had already gone into Libra,

so it was time for a change.

- Well. - [laughs]

Can you think of a better explanation?

No, I can't.

Thank you.

And thank you.

[Rick] Yeah.

Well, we're gonna miss our plane.

And I'm gonna miss my seminar.

Thank you very much, Dr. Hammond.

- Appreciate it. - Thanks for everything, guys.

- Hmm. - [sighs]

This is straight out of The Twilight Zone.

I don't buy it.

It's the only explanation we've got.

Do you believe all that stuff about color?

I mean, uh, I like the colors in here.

Well, you know, on the other hand,

what do you know about color?

This morning, you put on one blue sock and one brown sock.

Well, with boots it doesn't matter a lot, now does it?

- Well, it does matter. - What, you got X-ray vision?

- No, it's the principle of the thing! - Oh, come on, A.J...

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold it, hold it.

- What? - We're doing it again.

- Doing what? - We're arguing.

Of course we're arguing. You just insulted me.

- You insult me, we're gonna have an argument. - No.

Didn't you listen to Dr. Hammond? She has written entire books

- on this very subject. - Last night, I read a book

about a giant snake. It ate Atlantic City.

- Now, does that make it true? - That was a comic book!

You're right! We're doing it again.

Hey, hey, hey. Not so fast.