All language subtitles for Vanishing Act 1986-pt-BR

Well, finally.

What?

I'm I'm sorry. I

I beg your pardon.

Hello.

Did you find anyone?

Hello.

The building's on fire.

Oh, excuse me.

Uh excuse me.

There doesn't seem to be anybody here.

Mhm.

Guess maybe they're all at the parade.

Parade?

All the cops in town are at the parade?

Guess so.

It's only a good parade. What if

somebody robs the bank?

They're closed. It's the weekend.

You don't seem to understand. I need a

police officer.

They're at the parade.

I know they're at the parade.

But when they're not at the parade,

who's in charge?

Lieutenant Rhinemeyer. Lieutenant

Rhinemeyer. Okay, fine. When's he due

back from the parade?

Well, he's not at the parade. He's at

the airstrip.

He's at the Airstrip. He just left. He's

going somewhere?

No.

He's meeting somebody.

No.

Let me see if I've got this straight.

Lieutenant Rhinemeyer's the man in

charge, and for reasons unexplained,

he's at the airstrip, right? Right.

So, if I were to go to the airstrip,

there's a pretty good chance I'd find

him there, right? Guess so.

Thank you very much.

Except you don't know what he looks

like.

That's right. I don't know what he looks

like.

What does he look like?

Well, he's

kind of hard to describe.

But you'll find him.

I will.

Kind of looks a lot like his name.

You got it. All the way from the Upper

West Side. Sam, I love you.

So you should. Damn thing's been routed

through three planes and two airports.

I'll fix your parking ticket for the

next 3 years.

Rudy, get Great. Run on drive. Thanks.

Oh, Ambrosia.

Lieutenant Rhinemeyer? Yeah.

Harry Kenyon.

Oh, I

Sorry. Do we know each other?

Uh no, not exactly, but since you're the

police and my wife seems to be missing,

I

Is this official business? Well, maybe.

I'm not sure yet.

I'll tell you what, Mr. uh Kenyon.

Kenyon, why don't you stop by our office

and file a report. Oh, hey, Lieutenant,

wait a minute. Lieutenant,

I was just there. By myself.

Oh, I guess they're all at the parade.

And since you're not, I figured maybe we

could uh take a few minutes.

Well, I was going to take this home.

Lieutenant, my wife is missing. Since

I've only been married a week, I'd kind

of like to find her.

Okay, follow me back to town and watch

the traffic. There's a parade. Yeah, I

know.

I apologize for the empty building, Mr.

Kenyon.

But around here, they don't do things in

the conventional way. I noticed.

Takes some getting used to. I've been

here for 8 months,

and I still get nosebleeds from the

altitude. You're from New York.

Actually, the Bronx.

What's a nice cop like you doing in a

place like this? That's what I've been

asking myself.

Tell you the truth, my wife wanted us to

live here.

For some reason, she likes clean air.

Speaking of wives, Not that the people

aren't nice, and it's pretty.

I keep telling myself it's pretty, if

you like mountains.

Uh Lieutenant.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant.

Do you know what this is?

Looks like a corned beef sandwich. Mr.

Kenyon, there are corned beef sandwiches

and there are corned beef sandwiches.

This particular corned beef sandwich is

from a deli on West 87th Street.

And this

is chocolate syrup.

I see.

But it's the right chocolate syrup for

egg creams. They don't know from egg

creams in the Rockies.

They don't know from pickles, either.

You wouldn't believe what they think is

a pickle out here.

Uh Lieutenant, I hate to come between

you and your stomach, but I've got this

problem, and you being a cop, it kind of

crossed my mind you might be interested.

Oh, right.

Your wife.

She's

missing.

Or so it seems.

What's her name?

Christine Prescott.

I actually uh Christine Kenyon now.

And you say you've been married for just

1 week.

We met in Las Vegas.

Chris was taking a trip around the

country with a friend.

Anyway, she and I got stuck in the

elevator in the the Golden Lady Hotel.

By the time they got the power back on,

we were in love. You fell in love

between floors? Oh, I'd fall in love

with her anyway.

I proposed that night at dinner.

Took me 6 months to get my wife to go

out with me.

Soon as we were married, we hopped a

plane here.

For any particular reason?

Well, it's a nice place for a honeymoon.

All that clean air you were talking

about.

Besides, a friend of mine from San

Francisco loaned us his condo. We

thought we'd do a little skiing.

And you're from Vegas. San Francisco.

Wait a minute, I'm confused. I was

visiting Vegas. I go there five, six

times a year.

And Chris is from Philadelphia.

Got it?

I think so. I like Philadelphia. Very

good cheese steaks and ice cream.

Lieutenant, I'm sorry, sorry. So, she

disappeared. Now, tell me the

circumstances.

Well, we haven't been here very long.

It's wonderful.

Never went out, stayed in the condo and

uh

and uh Oh, yeah, I get the picture.

Then, last night we had our first

argument.

I don't even remember how it started.

Suddenly, we were yelling at each other.

She said I wasn't giving her enough

space. Yeah, they say things like that.

Next thing I knew, she packed her bag

and left. They also do things like that.

I was sure she was going to come back

last night, but

she didn't. When she didn't show up this

morning

Look, I hate to bring the police into

this, but I'm really beginning to get

worried.

What's she look like?

She's beautiful.

You can't miss her. She's driving a

canary yellow sedan. Rented car? Yeah,

that's what worries me. See, the thing

is she's the world's worst driver.

I hate the idea of her on these roads

with hairpin curves and all this ice and

snow. I'm afraid she can drive off a

mountain or something. Mr. Canyon, I

have some bad news for you. Most of the

time they come back.

I want her to come back.

Here, why don't you leave me your local

address and phone number and I'll make a

few calls. I appreciate that.

She's probably checked into a hotel.

As soon as she cools off, I'll bet she

turns up in your front doorstep.

And if she doesn't? Believe me, we'll

locate her. Just give us time.

And look at it this way. Hey, given the

nature of your honeymoon

you could probably use the rest.

Thank you.

Morning. Want a lift?

Huh?

There's an oxygen tank.

You're up early. So are you.

Back east, I'd sleep through fire sirens

and gunshots. Here, the birds blow me

out of bed at 6:00.

I called, but you weren't in. I couldn't

sleep.

Hop in, it's cold out there.

I feel a little running

gets my mind off Chris.

I didn't hear from you last night, so I

figured you Let's wait till we get to

your place.

It's up here on the left.

This is it?

Nice place for a honeymoon. Assuming

it's double occupancy. It isn't at the

moment.

Not bad.

What's your friend do for a living? Rob

banks? Better. He's an orthodontist. Oh.

I never asked. What do you do?

Paperwork.

I'm an accountant. No kidding. Maybe we

can have a talk about my taxes.

Tell you what. I'll find you deductions

if you find me my wife.

Guess I should have gone to dental

school.

Mhm.

And he only uses it a couple of weeks a

year.

What can I offer you, Lieutenant?

Coffee? Orange juice?

You wouldn't have a Danish lying around?

Sorry. Ah, that's my problem with this

part of the world. Lots of nature, but

no prune Danish.

Join me?

At this hour?

Any hour is appropriate if your wife

happens to be missing.

I take it you haven't found her. No, not

yet.

But we will.

You checked the hotels?

Uh-huh. We contacted the rental agency.

Her car hasn't been returned. What about

a plane? No one by your wife's name flew

out of here. Now, unless she used an

assumed name.

Damn it. Where is she? Take it easy, Mr.

Canyon. I got a hunch she's holed up

somewhere thinking things over. I mean,

you got married without knowing each

other very well.

Someone in there?

Oh, yes.

Lieutenant, meet Max.

Hi, pal.

He wandered into the chapel when Chris

and I were getting married. She fell

madly in love with him. And you brought

him along on your honeymoon? She

insisted. I had to book a seat for him

on the plane.

Sorry, pal.

She's still among the missing.

But the Lieutenant is confident he'll

find her.

Unless he's changed his mind. We're

doing our best, Mr. Canyon. Mhm.

Let me show you something.

Today is Chris's 30th birthday.

We were going to celebrate.

Will I be eating this cake alone? You're

really making me feel guilty. I'm

trying.

Okay, if it makes you feel better, I'll

put every available man on the case.

Good. She's probably feeling foolish and

it's hard for her to pick up the phone.

But I'm an optimist. I predict that by

tonight, you and your wife will be

blowing out the candles on that cake.

Let's hope.

In the meantime, why don't you check

around yourself? Maybe you'll spot her

on the streets. I did that yesterday.

I know. We got reports that some guy was

checking out good-looking women all over

town. Wonderful. My wife will come home

and I'll be up on a morals charge.

Keep the faith. They got that on bumper

stickers around here along with save the

whale. Lieutenant, do yourself a favor.

Move back to New York. The thought's

crossed my mind daily.

Hello.

Father who?

I'm sorry, you must have the wrong

number.

Yes, this is Harry Canyon.

My wife?

What about my wife?

Why can't you tell me over the phone?

Where's your church?

No, it's all right. I'll I'll find it.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

Ah, the concerned husband.

How do you do, sir? I'm Father Macklin.

Father.

On the phone, you said something about

my wife. I did indeed.

You've seen her? Uh Mr. Canyon,

I know how troubled you must be.

But if you'll indulge me for a moment, I

think I can be of service.

I don't understand. If there's nothing

Let's just say I'm aware of your

problem.

And if you wouldn't mind answering a few

questions. Questions? I assume you're

still in love with your wife.

Of course I'm in love with my wife. What

is this all about? Then you have no

misgivings, no regrets about your

marriage.

What marriage? It takes a wife to make a

marriage. How very true.

Union is sanctified, division is a mote

in the eye of God. Saint Thomas Aquinas.

You may be right. Now, Mr. Canyon

would you be willing to take your wife

back

without reproaches, without rancor

with nothing but words of love?

Of course.

Then you richly deserve

good news.

Mrs. Canyon.

Harry,

before you say anything, let me talk.

I know that what I did was foolish

and that there's there's no way I can

apologize to you, but

if you'll just

trust me again

I know that I can make it work for us.

I promise I will.

Thank you very much, Father Macklin.

Well, I'm happy for you both.

Father?

No need to say anything. It's only my

duty.

Father, this woman is not my wife.

What?

Harry.

I know who you are.

You sure as hell are not Chris.

I've never seen you before in my life.

Now, Mr. Canyon, you promised there

would be no reproaches. This is very

cruel of you.

I'm telling you I don't know her.

He's been under a lot of strain. I guess

it's the shock of seeing me.

I'll say it's a shock.

Harry, can we go back to the condo and

talk this over?

Lady, I'm not going anywhere with you.

Unless you'd like to join me at the

police station.

Mr. Kenyon, you're being unfair. No,

Father, I think it's a good idea.

You do?

Harry, I don't know why you're acting

this way.

Perhaps you're angry and

I guess I deserve it.

I'll go anywhere you want me to.

Just as long as we can clear this up and

be together again.

Then it's settled.

It's preposterous. I can't believe

anybody's taking this seriously. Mr.

Kenyon Here is a total stranger, an

impostor, and the two of you are

actually listening to her. Don't you

think I know my own wife? Mr. Kenyon,

can I shoehorn in a word or two? Do you

really think you're going to get away

with this? Mr. Kenyon, I'm I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's see if I've got this straight.

Mrs. Kenyon, you claim

She's not Mrs. Kenyon. I got to call her

something.

Call me Chris, Lieutenant.

Chris is my wife's name.

Please, let's get organized here.

Father, where did you meet Mrs.

this young lady?

Two nights ago, she came to the church.

She was very distraught. She said she

didn't know where to turn.

Apparently, she'd had a fight with her

husband. Whoever he is, I don't blame

him. Go on, Father.

We have a small cottage behind the

church, and I suggested that she stay

there for a few days to think things

over.

Father Macklin was very kind.

And it was just what I needed. I walked

and I slept a lot and mostly I thought

about Harry. Touching.

Just for the hell of it, suppose you

tell me where we met.

In an elevator in the Golden Lady Hotel.

Anyway, Lieutenant, this morning I

realized that I was being foolish and

my place was with my husband and so I

asked the Father to call him.

Seems to make sense. What are your

objections, Mr. Kenyon?

The risk of being redundant, this woman

is not my wife.

Why don't you ask her for some

identification? A driver's license, a

credit card? Reasonable request. Do you

mind, ma'am?

I'd love to, Lieutenant, but I knew

there'd be a butt.

But I left my purse in my car with my

suitcase and it got stolen.

Your purse was stolen? No, my car was

stolen with everything in it. How

convenient. That's a little hard to

swallow, ma'am. I I

I believe I can explain, Lieutenant.

This morning, Mrs. Kenyon picked up some

groceries for me. She brought them in,

but she left the car outside with the

key in the ignition.

While we were talking, we happened to

look out the window. And?

A rather shaggy young man jumped in the

car and drove off.

He even waved at us. Come on.

Are you questioning my veracity, Mr.

Kenyon?

Why didn't you report it?

We did. You

We called the police an hour ago.

Dougherty.

Did we get anything this morning on a

car theft?

Yeah, this is it.

Canary yellow sedan reported stolen by a

Mrs. Christine Kenyon. All right. All

right. All right. It was stolen.

Maybe the guy who ripped it off was an

accomplice. Huh?

That's it, Father. You were set up. They

wanted a witness.

I just can't believe that about Mrs.

Kenyon. She's not Mrs. Kenyon.

Wait a minute.

I can prove she's a fraud.

Oh?

I have photographs of the real

Christine.

I took Polaroids the day we got here.

They're in the desk drawer back at the

condo.

Am I making you nervous?

Well, not particularly because I don't

remember you taking any photographs. You

don't remember because you weren't

there.

There's one way to find out.

Lieutenant, let's go.

Wait a minute.

Look, maybe we can solve this over the

phone. Ma'am, you're from Boston, right?

No, Philadelphia. Nice try, Redmire.

Well, maybe we can phone one of your

friends or your parents.

I'm an only child. My parents died when

I was very young.

How do you know that?

But I could give you the names of some

of my friends. And Mr. Wexler, he's the

principal of the school where I teach.

Oh.

But it's a weekend. They might be out of

town.

Well, we won't know unless we try, will

we? Uh excuse me, but I should be

getting back to the church. So, unless

I'm needed

You can go now, Father, and thank you

for your help.

Goodbye, Mrs. Kenyon.

Please call if you need the cottage

again.

Thank you.

So, do I like vote of confidence?

Lieutenant, let's make those calls. And

ma'am, can I have those numbers, please?

Yes, of course.

Here you are, Lieutenant.

Area code 215. Okay, here's how I'll

handle this. I'll have my deputy phone

these people to authenticate them. Then

we'll put you on the phone and see if

they recognize your voice. Fine.

Dougherty.

I'll say this for you. You'd make a hell

of a poker player.

Well, it's easy when you have all the

cards. Maybe.

But I have the photographs.

Lieutenant.

While we're waiting for your deputy,

let's drive back to my place.

I take it you're insisting. You bet I'm

insisting.

Any objections?

No.

I just want to go home and have a long,

hot shower.

I was hoping you'd join me.

Lieutenant.

Shall we get this over with?

Okay.

But if I had an offer like that, I

wouldn't want company.

Am I going too fast for you?

How did you get in here?

Pardon?

I said, how did you get in here?

The door was open. I didn't think you'd

mind. The door was locked.

Please, darling. You were in such a

hurry to get to the church, you probably

forgot it. I did not forget and don't

darling me. Mr. Kenyon, the door was

open. In these parts, we don't lock our

doors. What do you want?

Ah, yes.

Well,

as I was driving home, it suddenly

occurred to me that I was abdicating my

duty by walking out on you and your

charming wife. Oh? We have a group that

meets every Wednesday evening, young

marrieds such as yourselves. Problems

are aired, defenses are lowered. I

thought I'd stop by and extend an

invitation. We don't need group therapy.

Darling, we need something.

I mean, when a man doesn't recognize his

own wife.

Why don't you offer the gentleman a

drink?

What? A drink, darling.

I'm sure Father Macklin and the

Lieutenant are thirsty.

Why don't you offer them something from

the bar?

If you can find it.

Well, it's really a bit early. Nonsense,

Father. A medicinal drop of sherry,

perhaps? I'm sure the Lieutenant would

like something. As a matter of fact, I

do. A little seltzer, neat?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot my

manners.

Let's see. That's one seltzer

and one sherry. Anything for you, dear?

Uh uh no.

Ah, the photographs. Come with me,

Lieutenant. They're upstairs.

We'll settle this once and for all.

Oh, my Max.

Oh,

Max, how are you? Oh, Batman, did you

miss me? Did you miss me? Did Harry give

you your vitamins?

You're hungry, aren't you? Yeah, come

on. Let's get you something to eat. You

need a flea check.

Seems like somebody's satisfied.

COME WITH ME.

THEY WERE JUST HERE. UH-HUH.

MAYBE they're in one of my jackets. Mr.

Kenyon, why don't you admit that there

are no pictures? Damn it, Rutledge, I

had a dozen of them. I took them myself.

Then where are they?

I don't know. I

Of course.

Father Maglin. Huh?

Don't you see?

He got here before we did.

And he was at your office when I

mentioned them. He took them. Why would

he want to do that?

Because they're in this together. In

what?

Sure, it all fits.

He backed her up about the car.

And then he bailed her out about the

photographs. You search him, you'll find

them. I can't search a priest.

Who says he's a priest?

All right.

Where are they?

Pardon? The snapshots. Where did you put

them? Harry, is something missing? You

know damn well something's missing. Your

partner here has been working overtime.

Partner? Excuse me.

Father, would you mind telling me how

long you've been in town? Uh almost a

year. I was transferred last May.

This is embarrassing, Father, but uh may

I see some identification?

Certainly.

Thank you.

Everything seems to be in order. Social

Security card, driver's license.

You can buy IDs on the criminal

underground.

Harry, you sound like a B movie. Why

don't you give the bishop a call? And if

you'd like to search me

That won't be necessary. What do you

mean it won't be necessary? He's got my

photographs in his pocket. Will you

please shut up?

I'll get it. Oh, no, you won't.

Hello.

Just a minute. It's for you.

Lieutenant Rutledge.

Uh-huh.

What's that number again?

Okay, fine.

That was my deputy. Mr. Wexler, the

principal from Mrs. Kenyon's elementary

school, is waiting for our call. The

real Mr. Wexler? No, he's a ringer. Your

wife has half of Philadelphia on her

payroll. Any extensions? Yes, there's

one in the other room. How do you know

that?

While we were upstairs, she looked

around. Harry, when we settle in San

Francisco, I think you better start

seeing a psychiatrist again. He sees a

psychiatrist?

He did for 5 years.

That's not true.

Harry, you saw Dr. Kensington. You told

me so yourself.

There is no Dr. Kensington. You were

heartbroken when he moved to Europe. You

didn't feel your analysis was completed.

Rutledge, you got to believe me. I have

never been to see a psychiatrist. I

don't even know any psychiatrists.

a deep breath, okay? I want to make this

call. If you don't mind I'll be on my

way. Fine, fine. I have to hurry back to

the church and burn these photographs.

Just a joke. Mr. Kenyon

Just a joke.

Okay.

As soon as it rings

I'll give it to you, man. Mhm.

And I'll get on the extension. Good

thinking.

Hello, Mr. Wexler?

Hi, it's Chris.

Oh, fine thanks. How's the weather where

you are?

Uh-huh. Well

No No, I'm in the Rockies.

No, it's not part of my trip. It was a

little detour.

Actually, I'm on my honeymoon.

That's right. I got married.

Oh, he's a wonderful guy.

He's a little eccentric, but he's he's

very sweet.

Mhm.

Mr. Wexler, um you're going to have to

find a replacement for me for the next

semester. I'm going to be living in San

Francisco.

Good.

Well, give my love to Mrs. Wexler. Oh,

and say hi to the kids for me.

Okay. Bye-bye.

I want to talk to him.

Oops.

I hung up.

Well Well, what?

Did he recognize her voice?

Of course he recognized her voice. Why

wouldn't he?

Because she's not my wife. Mhm. It's

been a pleasure meeting you, Mrs.

Kenyon. I hope you enjoy your stay.

Thank you.

But look, will you walk me to the car?

Lieutenant

May I see some identification, please?

What? I know who she is, but I'm not so

sure about you.

This is idiotic.

Satisfied? Mhm. Unless you got these on

the criminal underground.

Now look, Mr. Kenyon, I don't know what

this is all about, but it's really none

of my business because nobody's

committed a crime. And the last thing I

need is to get involved in a domestic

situation. So why don't you take my

advice, apologize to the lady, and buy

her some flowers. Give her the birthday

cake. You're lucky she won't ask for a

divorce. There is a crime. That woman is

impersonating my wife.

one more thing. Uh Kensington isn't the

only shrink in the world. When you get

back to San Francisco, look through the

yellow pages.

Hey.

Where are you?

What are you doing in there? What?

What are you doing in there? I'm taking

a shower.

I know you're taking a shower.

Come out here. I want to talk to you.

Darling.

I made you a drink. It's on the bar.

You forgot the ice.

What?

Ice. If you're my wife, why don't you

know I take it on the rocks?

Sorry, darling. I didn't hear you. I'll

be out in a minute.

What do you want? Sorry, Mr. Kenyon. I

didn't mean to startle you.

Don't you know better than to sneak up

on people like that?

I must be up 10 beats a second. Well, I

did knock, but no one answered. I was

in the bedroom.

How'd you get in? The door was open. I

closed the door. Yes, but you didn't

lock it. You should really be more

careful. What do you want?

I'm afraid I misplaced my breviary.

And I thought I might have ah

There it is.

Ah.

Depressing, isn't it?

One tends to grow forgetful over the

passing years. That wasn't there before.

Mr. Kenyon, I must admit I'm concerned

about you. Is that a fact? You seem to

be

almost like this, out of touch with

certain fundamental realities.

Really?

Well, you

might be right.

What do you say we have a drink and talk

about it? Well, I Oh, go ahead. I really

haven't been much of a host today, and

this has certainly got to be better than

that sherry.

Well, I suppose a sip or two wouldn't

hurt me. Good.

Uh please, sit. Oh, thank you.

Now, you were saying something about the

fundamental realities.

Mr. Kenyon

It's a known fact that marriage can be a

psychic upheaval. Mhm. It changes the

entire structure of our lives.

And even though it can be a state of

unending bliss

there are those of us who at first can't

deal with the situation. Mhm.

Drink up, Father. Mhm.

I, of course, am celibate.

But I've learned these things from

watching the members of my congregation.

So you're saying that I'm rejecting

Chris because I don't want to be

married.

It's possible, isn't it? Then she really

is my wife.

Exactly.

Well, that's a relief. Because if she

weren't if she were trying to harm me

she might have put something in that

glass you're drinking from.

What?

She made that scotch for me.

Good lord.

What's the matter, Father? You just said

it was all in my mind.

You don't know what you've done.

You don't realize, Mr. Kenyon, that

that

Mr.

Mr. Kenyon

Mr.

Kenyon, I

Father.

Father.

I was wrong.

Doctor.

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

I was police.

I was wrong.

I was wrong.

This is Harry Canyon at 615 Starwood

Road.

There's an emergency. I need a paramedic

here to get out here right away.

Oh, and

radio Lieutenant Rudemeyer in his car.

He just left here a few minutes ago.

Tell him to turn around and come back.

Yeah, that's 615 Starwood Road.

Hi.

Oh, I feel so much better after a

shower.

Something wrong?

No.

Nothing's wrong.

Then why are you looking at me like

that?

Well, you've been away for a few days.

I'd almost forgotten how attractive you

are.

Thank you.

Now that you're back, I thought we might

commemorate the occasion.

You did? Mhm, why not?

What exactly did you have in mind?

Usual.

After all, you're my wife.

Aren't you? Mhm.

Let's take this off.

Now?

No time like the present.

I just had a shower. You can have

another.

After we

Why so modest, darling? I've seen you

without your clothes before, haven't I?

Yes, of course. What's the problem?

I'm sorry. I I guess I'm

just not in the mood. Oh.

I'll put you in the mood.

Remember you always said

just like this.

Remember?

Sure.

And this.

And this. Mhm.

And this.

Mhm.

And this.

I know what's troubling us.

I'm starving.

Ah, then after you have something to

eat, you'll be a little more responsive.

Ah,

just a sandwich.

And then what you

Anything I want. Anything you want.

There's just one hitch.

What?

By the time you get your sandwich, I

might be out cold.

Or were you counting on that?

I don't understand. That little drink

you fixed me.

Fortunately, I gave it to Father Maclin.

You what?

For some reason, it didn't seem to agree

with him.

Where is he? In the other room.

On the floor.

All right, sounds as though we have

company.

I only brought a stomach pump.

You got an emergency here? Inside. Guy

had a drink and keeled over. Heart

attack? Could be. Last I looked, he was

still breathing.

What's going on? Oh, nothing.

My alleged wife just tried to slip me a

Mickey, but I gave it to Father Maclin

and he passed out.

Is he dead? Oh, no. They don't want to

kill me, they just want me out of the

way. You've got to be kidding.

When he comes to, give him the Rocky

Mountain version of the third degree and

find out what the hell is going on.

I guess I owe you an apology.

Where is he?

Right behind that wall.

Suppose you show us.

Sure.

Right.

He Here. He He

He was right here.

He was right here. I just saw him. He He

was here. What's all the excitement?

What did you do with him?

Do with who? Maclin. He was lying right

there on the floor.

Why would he do a thing like that?

Because you drugged him or poisoned him.

Well, not him, me. But I gave it to him.

You want to go over that again, Mr.

Canyon.

Aha.

Here's the glass, Lieutenant. Impound

it. Have it analyzed in your lab. Lab?

This is the boonies, Mr. Canyon. We

don't have a lab. Then send it

somewhere. You do have a post office,

don't you? Oh, I've had quite enough of

this.

What did you do?

You have eyes.

I drank it.

Somebody please tell us what's going on

around here. False alarm, fellas. You

can go.

They'll only have to come back. She's

going to collapse. Oh, Harry.

Is there a problem here? I saw the

ambulance outside. You.

Has someone been injured?

No, Father. We're all fine.

At least most of us are.

Ask him what he's doing here. Oh, thank

you for reminding me.

I've misplaced my breviary.

And I thought that when I stopped by

earlier that I might have Ah.

There it is.

Hi.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You

already did that.

Did what?

Picked up your book when you were here

before.

No, Mr. Canyon. When I was here before,

I left my book. Now I'm picking it up.

No, you already picked it up. What's he

talking about?

I believe Mr. Canyon had an episode of

déjà vu. It's a rather common

phenomenon. What about hallucinating?

How common is that? I'm not

hallucinating. Are you listening to me,

Rudemeyer?

No, you listen to me. If you're not

playing with a full deck, have it looked

into, but I don't want any more calls or

accusations. Is that clear? Goodbye.

I'll go out with you, Lieutenant.

Obviously, Mr. Canyon needs to rest.

Wait a minute. I'm telling you

Hey, enough's enough. Any more of that

and I'll give you till sundown to get

out of town.

Is that from a New Yorker?

Congratulations.

You really had

Hey.

Hey, you.

Yeah, look.

You called?

Isn't it beautiful?

Eighth wonder of the world. You should

take Max out more often. He loves the

fresh air. Good for the soul, right?

Absolutely. Come on. Healthy. Right.

I guess that's why you gave up smoking.

What?

For your health.

Cuz up till you disappeared, you smoked

three packs a day.

There go those hallucinations again.

Who are you, lady?

I'm your wife. Till death do us part.

Look, there's nobody around. You can

tell the truth.

Whose truth?

Yours or mine?

You're clever. I'll give you that.

But this scam has got to blow

eventually. It's got to.

Well, maybe I'll be gone by then.

Will you miss me?

Why?

Just tell me why you're doing this.

Why do most people do anything?

Two reasons, sex and money. And since

sex isn't an issue It isn't?

It's got to be money.

In which case, you've made yourself a

big mistake. Why?

Cuz I'm broke.

I'm in debt up to my ears. I've even

borrowed against my insurance. Who said

it was your money?

Certainly can't be Chris's. She makes a

school teacher's salary. As of now,

she's quitting that.

What day is it today?

The fifth. What's that got to do with

anything? It's my birthday. It's Chris's

birthday. All right, it's Chris's

birthday. So, you admit you're not

Chris.

Of course I'm not.

But that's just between us chickens.

And it's really beside the point.

And what is the point?

You really don't know, do you? Know

what?

Today, your wife is 30. On her 30th

birthday, Christine Prescott inherits

the principal of a trust fund worth 3/4

of a million dollars.

What?

I guess she was going to surprise you.

Wait a minute. If I don't know that, how

can you?

Trade secret.

You were a friend of hers in

Philadelphia, weren't you? You knew her

at that school or something.

Maybe.

Well, then you're not as smart as I

thought you were because you just told

me your motive and I can go to Rutimeyer

and And what? Tell him?

Do you really think he's going to

believe somebody who's in the process of

flipping his lid? Disappearing

photographs and vanishing bodies? So,

that's what all this has been about?

Discrediting me?

Well, if it is, we've done a good job,

haven't we?

So, you just relax and behave.

After tonight, it's all over. Tonight?

What happens tonight?

That would be telling.

You're very pleased with yourself,

aren't you?

Yep.

Well, before you start counting your

money, remember one thing. Chris could

still show up, the real Chris.

And if she does, you're in trouble.

No, Chris would be in trouble.

Because if she's unlucky enough to put

in an appearance, she'll be

shall we say

taken care of. By whom?

Running back to San Francisco, darling?

Well, that's probably a good idea.

You'll be safe there. Nobody's running

anywhere. How can you leave hearth and

home and your loving wife? Because

you're a little too lethal for my taste

and I'm not particularly fond of your

spiritual advisor.

Would you like me to leave a light on in

the window? You do whatever you want.

I'll tell you one thing though, you're

not going to get away with it.

Who's going to stop us?

Me.

Max, what are you doing here?

Count your blessings, darling.

At least I'm pleased that I see you. Are

you following me?

No, I'm shopping.

All my clothes were stolen, remember?

So was your purse. How are you going to

pay for anything? Father Macklin was

kind enough to lend me some money.

I need a new dress for tonight. Really?

Why?

B11, take care of Max, will you?

I'm going to be in one of those shops

over there.

Hey.

Max.

Is that you?

How are you feeling?

Still tense, eh?

And constipated, no doubt. Excuse me, am

I supposed to know you? I don't believe

so, but I am acquainted with your friend

here. This is Max, isn't it? Yes. I'm

Dr. DeMarco. I was briefly

this animal's physician.

Still depressed.

Well, one expects that with a stray.

Sense of abandonment, of inadequacy. But

we mustn't be discouraged, must we? With

the proper sort of therapy, these

problems can be resolved.

Although I must warn you, Mr.

uh Kenyon Harry Kenyon. I must warn you,

Mr. Kenyon, that severe regression is a

possibility and it can lead to loss of

appetite and uncontrollable rug wetting.

That's why I'm surprised that she didn't

bring him back for another visit. She?

Your wife. I told her that Max needed

additional counseling.

Wait a minute, you're saying my wife

brought Max in to see you and you're

some sort of veterinarian?

I'm

considerably more than that, sir. I

practice holistic medicine, the entire

animal with an emphasis on its mind and

emotional life. If fleas are the

problem, look elsewhere. I just want to

get this straight. You saw my wife.

Of course.

Your dog didn't come in by itself.

When was this?

Last week. Why?

She didn't say anything about it to me.

Well, that's quite understandable. Wives

often feel foolish when they worry about

their pets and husbands are rarely

sympathetic.

She went shopping the first day we were

here and took Max with her. That could

have been the day she saw you.

Please be assured, Mr. Kenyon, that your

wife had genuine cause for concern. Max

was deeply despondent. I'd almost say

suicidal.

Who knows what indignities he suffered

before he wandered into your lives in

Las Vegas.

Las Vegas? Yes.

Well, it must have been Chris if she

mentioned Vegas.

Yes.

Well, I I must be going now. Nice to see

you, Max. Take care.

Uh uh doctor

Dr. DeMarco

You were right. Max needs help. That's

what I was saying. No, I need immediate

help.

Can you give him a treatment now?

Now? Why wait? We wouldn't want him to

do something rash, would we? Of course

not. No. And money's no object. What do

you say?

I do have a spare hour.

Great. I'll pick him up later. Where's

your office? In my home. Good. Do you

have a card? Uh yes.

You listen to the doctor, Max. He knows

what's best. Thank you.

And uh

I wouldn't look at his dreams if I were

you. He's been growling in his sleep a

lot lately.

Really? Mhm.

Hi.

Oh, hi. Can I give you a ride home?

Sure.

What did you buy?

Oh, just a suit, etc., etc. Mhm. For

tonight?

For tonight.

Must be a special occasion. Mhm. Very

special. Am I invited?

Remember what they say about curiosity.

Thank you very much.

Where's Max? I took him to a vet. To a

vet? Mhm.

Nothing serious.

He was sneezing.

We'll pick him up on the way home.

Don't you usually knock before you go in

people's houses? Want to watch the

doctor at work.

Most important thing

is trust.

Yes, Max. Trust

is essential.

I must trust you and you must trust me.

And that's all there is to it.

You're a good boy.

A good good boy.

And you are loved

by me,

your surrogate parents,

and by the entire canine community.

Isn't that what you've always wanted?

Ah, Mr. Kenyon.

We're just finishing up.

It's been a productive session.

Glad to hear it.

Oh, uh

how do you do? I'm uh Dr. DeMarco.

Hello.

Oh, that's right. You two don't know

each other, do you?

Uh no, we don't.

Tell him who you are, darling.

What do you mean?

Introduce yourself.

Oh. Oh,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm Mrs. Kenyon.

I'm Harry's wife. My what?

Your wife, darling. Your wife.

Got you.

What's going on here?

Doctor, is this the woman who brought

Max in to see you last week?

No. But you just heard her identify

herself as my wife. Well, but that's not

possible. I met your wife.

Ball's in your court.

Oh,

now I remember. Now I remember.

Actually, we did meet. We met when I

brought Max in for his checkup.

It's just been such a hectic week that

it it totally slipped my mind. Hello,

Max.

I'm sorry, but you're a complete

stranger to me.

Oh,

well, I had my hair in a totally

different style and I wasn't wearing any

makeup, don't you remember?

Um and and you were paying more

attention to Max, which is which is how

it should be. I just kind of hung around

in the background and and the lights are

kind of dim in here.

Young woman, we have never met before

and frankly, I resent your trying to

convince me that we have.

Mr. Kenyon, is there some explanation

for this?

Well, it's rather complicated, doctor.

She's after my wife's money.

And you're the only one in town who can

prove it.

That is ridiculous.

What are we waiting for? The police

decide that. May I use your telephone?

Yes. I will not stand here and listen to

any of this ridiculous What's the hurry,

darling? If you don't have anything to

hide. See, the last thing she wants is

for the police to meet you because when

he tells them you're not my wife.

But I am your wife, Harry. It's just

that Dr. DeMarco has a poor memory. I

have an excellent memory, young woman.

By all means, use my telephone.

One quick question.

You and I know she's an imposter, but

Max didn't. He ran to her like she was a

T-bone steak, jumped all over her. Why

shouldn't he? At least he has the sense

to know who he belongs to.

Perfume. What? Did your wife wear any

kind of perfume? Well, yes, but Well,

it's entirely possible if this young

woman knew what kind of perfume your

wife used, and if she applied it to her

throat and her wrists, it's entirely

possible that Max would respond to the

familiarity of the smell.

Well, you really did a number on me.

Get me Lieutenant Rudemeyer, please.

Where are you going, light of my life? I

have the car keys.

What?

Yes, it's urgent.

No, I don't want to talk to anybody

else. I want Rudemeyer.

He's where?

The chief of the local police is playing

basketball. You should try it, Harry.

Physical activity

clears the mind.

I'll be back in 15 minutes. Now, now,

just a minute. You're not leaving the

two of us here alone. She may be tricky,

Doc, but she's only a woman. You

chauvinist.

I'm sorry, but

this is really none of my business.

I'm afraid it is, Doc.

Whether you like it or not, you're a

material witness in a case of grand

larceny. Now, it'll be out of your hands

in a few minutes, but you have to keep

her here till I get back. Well, what if

she decides to leave?

Make a citizen's arrest.

Have you any idea what you're asking?

You tell him, Doc.

Is this loaded? Certainly not. Where do

you keep the bullets? I In the desk

drawer, but Load it.

Mr. Kenyon, this is This is out of the

question. I have never shot anyone in my

life.

What are you telling her for?

What's this?

It's a closet. I know that. What's in

it?

Records, files.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no, YOU DON'T. NO.

HARRY, HARRY, I'M LOST FOR WORDS.

TALK TO THE DOCTOR ABOUT IT.

THROUGH THE DOOR.

Don't open that door.

If she's gone when we get back, you're

an accessory.

Besides, there's almost a million bucks

at stake. She can't afford to let you

live.

What?

Load that gun, and be careful.

I thought you guys from the Bronx grew

up with basketball.

He fouled me. Can we talk? No. Don't

talk, Lieutenant. You're just

overmatched.

Now, look

You always play with 14-year-olds?

Community relations.

You look like a real hotshot. Yeah, I

think they give them steroids. Hey, hey,

where are you going?

you think I'm going? Back on the court,

they need me. Lieutenant, hard as it is

for you to understand, along with

parades and basketball games, there is a

thing called crime prevention, you know,

police work.

Are you back on that again because I

won?

I know what her motive is, and I've got

a witness to show my real wife. Are you

going to investigate like an

honest-to-god copper, or you going to

blow this case and play center? Power

forward.

Who's the witness? A local veterinarian

named DeMarco. DeMarco? I know him. He

talks to animals.

He also talked to my real wife last

week. Are you coming or not? So, wait a

second. Hey, Lauren, stand in for me. I

got some business. This better be good.

Doctor?

I'm

They were just here.

Yeah, like the photographs. Maybe he let

her out of the closet and she took the

gun away from him. Gun?

She might have overpowered him.

He could be in danger.

Hello, darling.

Lieutenant, what a nice surprise. Do you

know Dr. DeMarco?

Yeah, we met.

Would you like some coffee, Lieutenant?

I grind my own. No, no, thanks.

Oh, darling, you're going to be so

pleased. The doctor says that Max is on

the road to recovery.

Isn't that good news?

Excuse me, doctor, but you do know this

lady?

Mrs. Kenyon, of course. She brought Max

in to see me last week.

You're lying. He's lying.

Kenyon?

Don't talk, listen. Call the airlines

and book yourself a seat, or three seats

if your wife and dog want to go with

you. Either you're out of here by

morning, or I'll place you under arrest.

On what charge?

I'll find one. Count on it.

Chris has a trust fund, the real Chris.

That's what they're after. They bought

this guy off.

Early flight. First one out.

I wouldn't let you near my taxes.

How much did she pay you? You don't

understand.

I understand all right. How much?

He's left.

He threatened to kill me unless

Thank you for cooperating, doctor.

You're very wise.

It's okay, Doc. You did the right thing.

What now?

Oh, we can't have you running around

like this anymore, Harry.

It creates problems.

I'll take him back to the condo.

Yeah.

You need this.

You're a regular arsenal.

Onward, Christian soldiers.

Come on, darling.

Come on.

Maybe this time I'll let you carry me

across the threshold.

Can't keep a gun on me forever. I don't

need forever, Harry. I just need a few

hours.

What about DeMarco?

Got yourself a loose end there, aren't

you?

Sooner or later, he'll get to Rudemeyer.

He's covered that.

How?

Just get in the car, Harry.

You drive.

Max.

So,

what are you going to do about DeMarco?

Oh my god.

Just drive, Harry.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

This is pretty frightening.

I would think it would be, darling.

I I couldn't believe

Oh, it was the last one that was the

best. I know.

I I

Anyway.

Oh.

I couldn't I

Oh, and I

Oh.

Oh, and I

Oh, my taxi's here.

I'm coming.

Hey Max, take it easy.

It'll all be over soon.

I'll be right there.

Thanks a lot.

Man's best friend.

Move away from the door.

That's better.

Where's she going?

Where's who going?

The lady who was just wrapping herself

around you. Oh, you saw that.

Up till then, I thought you were just

hired help.

No, it's considerably more

intimate than that.

So,

tell me what's going on.

What have you got to lose? I'm going to

go the way of DeMarco, aren't I?

I suppose you are entitled to an

explanation, all things considered.

As it happens,

she's doing a little banking.

Banking?

At her request,

a check for your wife's trust fund has

been telexed from Philadelphia to the

local Western Mercantile Bank.

She's uh

picking it up.

At night? On a weekend?

They're opening just for her.

Isn't that considerate?

Who said that bankers have cold hearts?

They'll never give her that check. She

doesn't have any identification. Oh, but

she does. Lieutenant Rudemeyer is going

to personally vouch for her.

Damn.

Well, it's the least he can do.

Poor woman has a demented husband and

her purse was stolen.

So, it's Rudemeyer to the rescue.

Our game plan wasn't only to discredit

you, Mr. Kenyon.

It was also

to convince him.

And we have.

Still won't work. She can't cash the

check.

Wrong again. She has a bank account

under your wife's name in another city.

They've already been alerted that

tomorrow morning there will be a major

deposit and withdrawal.

The lieutenant was kind enough to

telephone them and say that everything

is quite

if this is the proper word from a

priest,

everything is quite

kosher.

I'll be damned. He's a bigger idiot than

I am.

By tomorrow afternoon, Father Maclin and

Christine Prescott will have disappeared

with almost a million dollars.

And Harry Kenyon?

What happens to him?

Don't ask.

Yeah.

He probably is one of these.

Doesn't the condemned man get some ice?

Damn.

Listen, I'm sorry to stop you this way,

but I've got an emergency here. It's

It's kind of complicated. My car is

stuck and this woman is at the bank

picking up a check that doesn't belong

to her.

Anyway, you got to give me a lift back

to town before the priest comes.

I mean, he's not really a priest, but he

is trying to kill me.

And so if you could please turn your car

around,

I know it's the wrong way, but I'll make

it worth your while.

NO!

HARRY!

WHAT THE HELL?

WHAT KIND of a candy store are you

running here? You usually give out

six-figure checks as free samples?

Who is this man? It's a long story. Oh,

no, you don't. No, you don't. Mr.

Canyon, I'm placing you under arrest.

Oh, the hell you are!

For your own protection. You want TO

PROTECT ME? PUT HER BEHIND BARS.

$750,000

check and you're going to give it to an

impostor?

Lieutenant, would you kindly explain to

me what's going on here? Later. First, I

want to put this nut in the cooler. Give

me that.

Either you come quietly or I'll call out

the men in the white suits. Rudemeyer,

it's a scam. She's after the money.

She's going to take it and head for the

hills. I think maybe you should leave

with Mrs. Canyon. As long as you're

here, he's going to keep bouncing off

the walls.

Oh, he won't be hurt, will he?

No, I'll just keep him on ice for a day

or two. A day or A day or two? SHE'LL BE

IN RIO by then. Goodbye, Harry. I'll

make some calls and find you a nice

place where you can rest until you're

yourself. I am myself. She's not

herself. Don't you understand? Thank you

so much for everything, Lieutenant. My

pleasure. Don't let her go. Don't let

her out of here. Move aside, Canyon.

You'll never see her again.

Rudemeyer, I swear I'LL SUE YOU AND THE

WHOLE POLICE FORCE. Did you hear me? I

said just move aside.

She's going to go to another bank in

another city AND CASH THAT CHECK.

SO WHAT? IT'S HER MONEY.

IT'S MY WIFE'S MONEY. RIGHT, and she's

your wife.

She's not my wife.

She is.

She's not. Then prove it. Why the hell

should I believe you? Why should anybody

believe you?

Because it's the truth.

Because it's the truth, damn it, Canyon.

If this lady is a crook, why doesn't

your real wife come forward?

Maybe she can't. Why can't she? WHY

CAN'T SHE? I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE SHE'S

DEAD.

DEAD? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. She could have

had an accident. Her car could have gone

off the road. We would have FOUND IT.

FOUND IT? YOU HAVEN'T EVEN LOOKED. LOOK

LOOK WHERE? LOOK SOUTH OF THE TOWN IN

THE RAVINE. WHAT RAVINE? ARE YOU BLIND?

6 MILES SOUTH OF TOWN, THE RAVINE. HOW

COULD YOU MISS IT? A SHARP CURVE, HER

CAR WOULD

Thank you, Mr. Canyon. That's what we've

been waiting to hear.

Wait a minute. What is this? What's

going on? Would you mind telling me how

you know the location of your wife's

body?

Well, I

I Take your time, Mr. Canyon.

After she left, I went looking for her

and uh

and

Yes?

Mr. Canyon, you're under arrest for the

murder of Christine Prescott.

You have the right to remain silent.

Bless you, my son.

Lights!

Squad cars here, Lieutenant.

Thanks, Charlie.

Charlie?

Mr. Canyon, meet Charlie Dwyer.

He was the police chief here before I

came. We dragged him out of retirement

for this.

Better than playing pinochle.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I'm

going to take this collar off. Makes me

feel positively ecumenical.

How did you know? We didn't at first. I

mean,

looked like an accident. A chopper

spotted the wreck just a few hours after

you reported your wife was missing.

You were supposed to find her.

Then you should have notified me. I

would have.

But then I remembered that you were just

a little too worried about your wife's

driving. You kept harping on it.

Something didn't smell right. So, I made

a few phone calls.

Phone calls? First to Vegas.

You told me you went down there five or

six times a year. That's a lot of trips.

It crossed my mind that you might be a

heavy gambler. Did it? The funny thing

is, they all knew you. The pit bosses,

the dealers, Hard Luck Harry Canyon.

Seems you owe a lot of people a lot of

money and they were starting to lean on

you. Lean is putting it mildly.

Then I called Philadelphia.

Took me a while, but I found out about

Christine Prescott's trust fund. And so

did you.

I wouldn't be surprised if she told you

in that elevator at the Golden Lady

Hotel. All speculation. Maybe, but look

at the sequence of events. Whirlwind

romance, marriage, honeymoon, and then

right before 30th birthday, a fatal

accident. Hard Luck Harry hits the

jackpot. He inherits 3/4 of a mill, pays

his debts, and then walks off into the

sunset.

Not a bad case.

But I needed proof. I had to get you to

admit that your wife was dead. Since you

killed her for the money, we had to make

you think that you were going to miss

out on the payoff. Congratulations, it

worked.

Yeah, well, we uh

knocked a lot of wood.

What about Dr. DeMarco? I take it nobody

shot him. No, I spared his life.

Any man who loves animals can't be all

bad.

Was he part of all this? Uh-uh, he just

blundered into it when he saw your dog.

Charlie recruited him when you came

after me at the basketball game. He

handled himself pretty well.

Not as well as Chris here.

Thank you.

But it's Ellen. Where'd you find her? A

local drama club?

Nope.

Jones Beach about 8 years ago.

Best looking lady on the South Shore and

wearing the smallest bathing suit.

Mr. Canyon, I'd like you to meet my

wife.

Your wife?

Well, she's certainly not yours, is she?

Think I married the wrong woman.

Long day?

Very. So, what's for dinner?

What? Dinner. Didn't you make anything?

Ah!

Try to compare VIN numbers with how the

car should be equipped. Each car has a

particular way it was manufactured with

different equipment available on it.