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[instrumental music]

[train horn blaring]

[dramatic music]

[train horn blaring]

[music continues]

[train horn blaring]

[train chugging]

[glass shatters]

[banging]

Now, what's going on here?

[grunts]

[glass shatters]

[music continues]

[slacking]

What's the matter? What happened?

Give me a lift here.

[men grunts]

Where's your phone, dad?

Mr. Steele. What happened?

Looks like Mr. Steele hung one on. Who is he?

I better call Mr. Stevenson. They're upstairs in a meeting.

[indistinct chatter]

What is all this?

George! What on earth?

George is just a little fractured.

Must have got hold of a bad blend.

Work here?

A couple of months on our farm will sober him up.

Then you better make him a key for that front door.

You're not going to arrest him?

I'm not going to pin a medal on him, mister

he took a poke at me.

Gonna crash. Look out!

Alright. Alright, now.

Look here, I'm a doctor. This man's not merely drunk.

He's really ill.

I know Mr. Steele for years.

He doesn't do that kind of drinking.

We understand your position, officer.

You must make a report, of course.

Mr. Steele is a member of the staff.

We'd like to avoid notoriety if possible.

Please bring him up to my office.

My name's Barton. I'm the director of the museum.

This is Stevenson, the curator.

Dr. Lowell, member of our board, he's a competent physician.

We'll take full responsibility with the police commissioner.

Okay, but I'll have to report this to the precinct.

Send for an ambulance. Give me a lift.

Gentlemen, I suggest the board adjourn for this evening.

It would seem to be little point in resuming our discussion

on Mr. Steele and his relation to the museum.

[groans]

He'll be alright. He's coming around now.

What do you think it is, Lowell?

I'm not sure. Shock, anyway.

Slightly complicated by alcohol from the smell of his clothes.

[telephone ringing]

Yes? This is Cochrane.

I see.

That's what I thought.

You're absolutely sure?

Did you check every line?

Okay, check those other ways.

George, George, darling.

What is this? Open house?

Oh, I'm sorry, lieutenant.

Mr. Traybin of the English museum.

I was dining with Miss Cordell when she got word.

Will I be in the way?

[groans]

[tense music]

Were there many killed?

Don't worry about that now. We'll talk about it later.

We might as well talk about it now, if he feels like it.

Save everybody a lot of time. We'll all get to bed earlier.

What's going on? Who is that?

This is Lieutenant Cochrane of the police department.

Pohce?

What do they want?

I'd like to ask a few questions.

Where have you been since you left the museum?

Is he kidding?

No, I'm just after information.

I saw the other train coming

I realized there was gonna be a wreck.

I felt it, I heard it.

That's all. I woke up here. What did I do?

Crawl through red light on my hands and knees?

Where was the wreck? Where were you going?

North, same direction the train was going.

I was a half an hour out of Grand Central

with the rest of the passengers.

There's something unusual about that.

The only thing unusual about it is there wasn't any wreck.

[dramatic music]

What?

We've checked every railroad east of Chicago.

They haven't had a wreck since the speed bowl pile-up

outside of Washington seven months ago.

- You're out of your mind. - I am?

Found out a couple of other things.

- For instance? - We'll get to that.

Listen, I was in a wreck. I blacked out.

What are you driving at? What am I supposed to have done?

Among other things, you kicked in the front of the museum.

You hit an officer that tried to stop you.

‘Then you started tearin‘ up the joint.‘

- But-- - Let's get back to this..

...train wreck that didn't happen.

Haven't we had enough of this cross-examination?

Can't you see this--

It won't help any of us to get excited.

[inhales sharply]

Lieutenant, do you mind if I speak to him for a few minutes?

Go ahead.

[dramatic music]

Steele, might help to untangle this if you try to remember

as many of the circumstances as possible.

Everything you did today

before you took the train.

Why you took the train.

Where you were going.

Everything you can recall.

[music continues]

I was here all day working on my lecture.

I started to talk about 5 o'clock.

[indistinct chatter]

It was a large turnout..

It's given a lot of us an inferiority complex.

Face to face with a painting, we shuffle our feet and apologize.

We say, uh, "| don't think about art, I only know what I |ike."

[crowd laughing]

But why apologize?

If knowing what you like is a good enough way to pick out

a wife or a house or a pair of shoes

what's wrong with applying the same rule to paintings?

[crowd laughing]

The only people I feel sorry for

‘are the people who know everything about art‘

‘but who don't know what they like.‘

[crowd laughing]

‘They don't know anything, they're too cautious and tired.’

The only way they can tell a good painting

from a bad one is by the price tag.

[laughing]

[crowd gasping]

[clears throat]

Phony art dealers and critics

didn't make the Angelus valuable.

No, it's valuable because people like you

over the centuries appreciated it.

‘Because Millet successful in communicating’

what he felt was a beautiful moment.

Now some of you've missed the big loan exhibit last month.

I did, so I'm trying to arrange to get a few

of those masterpieces including Durer's Adoration of the Kings..

...back here for the lecture next week.

They are already crated, but, uh..

...| think I can prevail on Mr. Stevenson

‘to let us have them again for study.‘

I may even be able to let you see some of them under X-ray

if I can get the equipment.

One of the interesting things that the X-ray proves is that

even the old masters were human.

They'd often start one thing change their mind

and then paint something else over it.

Sometimes it's the only way we can detect a forgery.

‘Some of our most famous paintings have been copied.‘

‘Curiously, some of the forgeries'

‘are as old as the originals.‘

‘And so skillfully done that the best experts‘

can't tell the difference without X-rays.

Which catches the chemical difference of the paints.

A good technician with nothing to say is a very dangerous man.

Whether he forges masters or paints nonsense.

What do you think of this?

[crowd laughing]

- Mr. Steele. - Yes?

Uh, Mr. Steele, just how far away from modern art

is one supposed to stand?

[laughter]

In a case like this, I'd say quite close.

Maybe two feet

then back away slowly..

...unti| you bump into somebody interesting

and then go for a walk in the park.

[laughing]

Pioneers have always been ridiculed!

Someday modernism will be recognized!

Well, don't misunderstand.

|-|'m not condemning modern painting.

I just think this is nonsense.

If you like it, fine. I don't.

That is because you lack perception and sensitivity

to extract emotional values!

‘What do you like?‘

‘Expert tradition of pineapples and fishtails?'

[shushing]

[indistinct chatter]

Do you know that he..

[overlapping chatter]

[applause]

Oh, Ms. Ware, I think you better go back to your office.

Next week, we'll go into the subject

of modern art more deeply.

Surrealists will be searched for weapons at the door.

[laughing]

Goodnight, all. Thank you.

[applause]

Well, this place is beginning to come to life.

Thank you very much, for a very interesting lecture, Mr. Steele.

- Thank you - Take it easy.

Barton'|| only stand for so much reform at one time..

I enjoyed your lecture very much indeed, Mr. Steele.

- Thank you. - You put me on the spot.

I can't promise those paintings for next week.

He just doesn't wanna have his routine disturbed.

I'll talk him into it.

Mr. Stevenson, Mr. Barton wants to see you

and Mr. Steele in his office.

Let him talk to you for a few minutes and blow off steam.

I'll be along in a second.

[indistinct chatter]

You're getting to be quite a rabble-rouser.

George, I'm sorry about lunch. I hated standing you up.

Did you?

But I got involved with Reynolds.

It's part of my job.

Hopping around with a lot of snobs

too sophisticated to breathe, huh?

The magazine I work for happens to be devoted

to the interests of sophisticated snobs.

A lot of them revolve around Reynolds. His businesses--

He's got about as much business selling art as a pink fox.

But when Little Red Riding Hood wants to know

what goes on in the fox's mind, she has to go into his cave.

Oh, you know George, Mr. Reynolds.

Oh, yes, Saint George, the people's defender.

Busily slaying the twin dragons of can and hypocrisy.

I admire your enthusiasm, Mr. Steele

but I'm afraid it's dangerous and impossible task.

How's that, grandfather?

Art is an unnatural thing by definition.

It flourishes on hypocrisy.

Men like Barton know that, but they don't like to be reminded.

You'll be around for a while, won't you?

[indistinct chatter]

But it's only an experiment, Mr. Barton.

If you just give it a little longer trial--

I don't agree with you.

His behavior in the gallery is ridiculous. It's comic.

I'm sorry I ever listened to you, Stevenson.

Why, h-h-his attitude is revolutionary..

Gentlemen.

[door closes]

George, I'm not happy with the progress of your lectures.

I agreed to the series originally on the basis

of your service record and Stevenson's recommendation..

...but I'm afraid it's not working out.

But they're attracting public interest.

Public interest is one thing.

Public brawls in the gallery are another.

Whether we like it or not.

We are supported by affluent patrons.

And we can't afford to antagonize them.

They are afraid--

They're afraid these kind of audiences

will start bringing sandwiches.

The only people who could possibly be antagonized

by my lectures are the ones who wear culture

like a mink coat or use the museum as a social front.

I've called the advisory board tonight

to discuss the situation.

I don't think they'll approve your request

to bring the loan collection back.

(George) ‘Why?’

The paintings are crated

for shipment. You know that.

To bring them back is unnecessary

expensive and inconvenient.

I will say so at the meeting.

I will also say, I believe that your request

for X-ray equipment is ridiculous.

Why?

Because this is a museum, not a hospital.

(George) ‘The Metropolitan and the Louvre have used‘

‘X-rays without any complications.’

If you care to come to the meeting, you may.

Otherwise, I will do my best

to present your position to the board.

Alright.

Better tell them to make up their minds

whether this place is to be run as a public institution

or an exclusive tea party.

- Goodnight, Mary. - Goodnight, Mr. Steele.

- George. - Hello.

- George, you remember.. - Yes, surely.

I, uh, I enjoyed that talk tonight

- very much. - Thank you.

You know, I have been quite puzzled about something

ever since our first meeting.

It cleared up suddenly during your talk.

- You are Captain Steele? - I was Captain Steele.

You were with the Allied Preparations Commission.

You're the lad who turned up all those forgeries

in the Nazi collection.

I was on the British team for a while.

- Awfully good show of yours. - Thank you.

- You free for dinner? - I'm sorry, George.

- No. |.. - Never mind.

Look here, why don't you join us?

Terry has been steering me about.

I've been getting quite an education in American food.

And that place you have in mind

they could dig up another chair, couldn't they?

Of course.

I'd like to hear more about that row

you got into at Nuremberg.

Some other time.

Excuse me. George.

George!

Hey.

You are pouting. Come on, what's the beef?

Answer me.

There's no beef.

What are you, the Queen of the May around here or something?

Cut me in sometime, will you?

George.

Buy me a drink.

It's early. I have to change anyway.

I'll tell Traybin to pick me up in an hour.

Hmm?

[instrumental music]

[glasses clinks]

Remember that record?

No. I don't remember it.

You don't remember that record?

- No, I don't. - Oh, yes, you must.

Uh-uh.

- Oh, remember that night? - No, I don't.

Yes, we'd been out sailing. We were up at the lake.

We came in and played the jukebox.

Oh, but you must. It was the..

- ...first time we danced. - First time we danced.

Oh.

[both laughing]

[telephone ringing]

[music continues]

That's all it takes to break your date with Traybin..

It is the telephone for you, Mr. Steele.

For me?

Excuse me, will you?

[instrumental music]

Yes?

Who?

A long-distance call? What do they want?

Oh.

What happened to her?

What time does the next train leave?

Thank you.

Would you call the hospital and tell them

I'll definitely make it?

Thank you.

[receiver clacks]

[instrumental music]

Who knew you were here?

You didn't have another date, did you?

No. A message from the hospital in Glenby. Mother's pretty sick.

She's had a sudden attack, I just have time

to make the last train.

Darling, I'm sorry. I-I'll go to the station with you.

No. No, you go ahead and have your date with Traybin.

I've got to move fast.

I love you.

Call me in the morning. Let me know.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

A round trip to Glenby. I'm in kind of a hurry.

Right.

- Excuse me, please. - Hey, mister.

Hey, mister!

(male #1) ‘All aboard!‘

Hold on, will you, please?

(male #1) ‘All aboard!‘

Hey, bud. Tell them to hold it a minute.

Oi, hold if for these fellas, will you?

Yes, sir.

(male #1) ‘All aboard!‘

[steam hissing]

[train rattles]

Get a load of that.

That's what's gonna happen to you

if you don't stop hitting that bottle.

[indistinct chatter]

Yes, dear.

[indistinct chatter]

[train rattling]

[train chugging]

(male #2) ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.‘

I have here a one-pound box

of delicious chocolate-covered bonbons

‘shortly going on sale at all leading department stores‘

‘for $5.55 cents a pound.‘

‘But, I am not charging $5.55 or even $0.55.‘

‘I am giving them away absolutely free‘

‘as a special advertising introductory offer.‘

‘Of course there'|| be a slight 25 cents charge..'

‘for buns you're havin'.'

I have a lady here. How many more? A lady here.

I have a gentleman here. Yes, sir. How many?

- How many, mister? - Have any cigarettes?

Have I been discoursing to no avail whatsoever?

Look, mister. Maybe perhaps you just heard me remark..

- This trip it is candy. - I'll catch you the next trip.

The next trip is coffee, sandwiches, apples and flowers.

Then the next trip is cigarettes.

I am going through the car just once.

[train chugging]

[train chugging]

[train horn blaring]

(conductor) ‘Marlin, next stop.‘

Marlin, next stop.

- Mr. Williams. - Hi, chief.

(conductor) ‘Marlin, next stop.‘

[instrumental music]

[train horn blaring]

[music continues]

[train chugging]

[train chugging]

[crashing]

[all screaming]

I threw up my hands.

Everything exploded in front of me.

There were screams.

That's all I remember.

Someone turned on the lights.

Here I was.

Terry seemed to weave in front of me.

I couldn't figure out what was the matter.

Quite a story.

Can you think of some way to prove it?

Yes.

- Where is my coat? - Don't bother.

You haven't got a ticket stub.

We went through all your pockets.

About that phone call, I thought you may be glad to know

your mother is fine.

There is no record of any message

from the Glenby hospital.

This is ridiculous.

I was with him when he got the call.

- Did you go to the phone too? - ‘Of course not.‘

(Cochrane) '|t might have been an invitation to tap a keg of rurn.‘

Oh, I don't get it.

I don't get it.

Steele, you've worked pretty hard, you know.

Of course I have.

Been away three years. I've a lot of time to make up.

Naturally.

Did you have any unusual experiences

when you were overseas?

Yes.

One day I got V-mail letter.

That I could read.

I didn't mean to sound unsympathetic.

‘But it is possible your war experiences‘

‘plus overwork could be the answer.‘

What are you gonna do, lieutenant?

I don't know...yet.

(Lowell) ‘Even their finest minds

have their saturation point.‘

Right now, I'm gonna have a smoke.

Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions?

No. Go ahead, I'm not going any place.

(Lowell) ‘D0 you recall being in a railroad wreck’

‘or having a similar experience when you were a child?‘

[door closes]

You played that quite well. Thanks.

The museum. The old man.

Do they know why you are here?

I don't think so.

Would you mind very much turning Steele loose?

I can't do that. He's ripe for the psycho ward.

Possibly and if my guess is right he'd be much safer there

but I, I would rather like to have him

running around for a while.

- It might help. - What is your guess?

ls he mixed up in this thing you are working on?

That's what I'd like to find out.

HOW?

I was wondering if I couldn't borrow

a couple of your men to put on his trail.

It won't look very good on the records if somebody gets hurt.

I'll try and see nothing happens.

[door opens]

It's just a matter of facing the facts realistically.

- That's all. - Alright, alright.

- I'm psychopathic. - George.

Sure, I was frightened by a train when I was six years old.

But I don't remember. Go on, lock me up.

Oh, George, please.

Are you willing to forget the damages downstairs?

The doors can be replaced.

Unfortunately, the statue cannot.

But my primary concern as director of the museum

is to avoid scandal.

How about you?

How do you feel about it?

Well, Lieutenant, when a member of your family is ill

you want to help him, not punish him.

Steele is a member of the staff--

I mean medically.

As a doctor.

I see nothing serious.

He needs rest. That's all.

I'm probably making a mistake. But I'm letting you go.

Lay off that vino. Don't take any more train rides.

You're liable to wind up in Bellevue.

Here, put this on, George.

Mr. Steele.

I am sorry about this.

I can't understand. But I'll make up for it.

From now on my lectures will be conservative and dull.

Tell the board they can relax.

When you arrived tonight

the board had tentatively considered

cancelling your lectures.

I think under the circumstances

we can consider the decision final.

[scoffs]

I see.

Let's get you home. You need some sleep.

I'll get a cab.

[door opens]

What happened here?

Oh, I couldn't have come here.

I certainly couldn't have done this.

- Who could've.. - The police probably.

One of Cochrane's men must have

dropped in to check on you.

Somebody should have dropped one of Cochrane's men on Nagasaki.

It would have accomplished the same thing much cheaper.

Cops are notoriously untidy.

They mean well but they like to mess things up and..

It's strange, but you Americans are always fighting

an undeclared war against your police.

Why is that? You hire them to do a job.

Then you dare them to do it.

Then you almost resent it if they succeed.

It's a long story.

It may be an impertinent suggestion, after all

I am only a visitor, but, uh..

Why not meet them halfway? Cops are only human.

They might respond to

a little respect and affection.

Would these be your lecture notes?

Ah, part of my files on the German substitutions.

Mm-hm. I wonder why they'd interest the police.

I don't know about cops.

You apparently do. Why don't you figure it out?

I hope you'll feel better after a little rest.

Goodnight.

Let me know if there is anything I can do.

Thanks.

- Thanks for being such a help. - Oh, that's alright.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

(George) 'Terry.'

[instrumental music]

What do you think?

What's happening?

I don't know.

Forget it for a while.

[instrumental music]

All of a sudden I don't know myself.

In 24 hours everything has become unfamiliar.

It'll clear up.

I've quarreled with you a lot since I've come back, haven't I?

You've been normally jealous.

[music continues]

(George) I've seen a lot of good guys crack up in this war.

Cool, composed cookies one day, and the next

snap like a tight violin string.

It's the one fear everybody had.

I kept thinking..

...it might happen to me.

George.

There is nothing wrong with your mind.

Your ego is a little bruised because for once

you don't know all the answers.

But there is nothing wrong with your mind.

I still don't know whether I've been in a train wreck on not.

I've got to find out.

Alright, find out!

Do handstands. Knock your head against the wall.

Show your muscles. Do anything you like.

What's going on, darling?

[music continues]

I'm sorry. I'm-I'm mad I guess.

I'm confused and a little frightened.

Last night in Joe's place, for the first time in three years

I, I began to sense what life could be like again.

And then, I don't know what happened

any more than you do

and I don't really care.

I just resent it.

How was the dinner with Traybin?

Did you have fun?

No. It was terrible.

I felt like |'d..

...missed the last step in the dark.

[mellow music]

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

Where on earth have you been all day?

I-I've been worried sick.

How do you know I was here?

l-l didn't. l-l just kept looking.

Wouldn't be working with Cochrane, don't you?

Don't be silly, George.

(George) ‘He could have told you where I was.‘

He's had his little buzz-bomb on my trail all day.

He follows me everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

George, don't.

Whatever you're going to do, don't do it.

I've got to find out what happened last night.

[sighs] How can you? Where would you begin?

For one thing I could get on the same train. Keep my eyes open.

(George) ‘I've got to find somebody, something‘

‘to tip me off as to what went on.‘

Just, just leave it alone.

‘What would that accomplish?‘

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

- Your change, sir. - That's alright. Keep it.

Tell the fellow at the end of the bar

Lieutenant Cochrane wants him on the phone.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Cochrane wants you on the phone.

- How did you know it was me? - We||..

He said a man with a raincoat.

[thudding]

Hello?

Hello?

[dramatic music]

- A round trip to Glenby. - Glenby? Yes, sir.

- Got a ten? - Right.

- Were you on duty last night? - Yeah.

- Same window? - I don't know, buddy.

- We switch around. - I left some change..

You're supposed to count your money

- before you leave the window. - I didn't mean that.

I wondered if you might have remembered me.

Mister. My daughter is expecting.

Do you mind if I get to Utica before the baby?

- Sorry. - A ticket to Utica, please.

[music continues]

The line begins back there, buddy.

One way to Iron Holt.

Alright.

Alright.

- Car 172 up ahead. - Thank you.

Alright.

[tense music]

[music continues]

I beg your pardon.

(George) ‘Would you mind moving to another seat?‘

[music continues]

[books thudding]

Sorry to inconvenience you.

Well, here is your chance to get even.

0K6)’-

[train rattling]

[train chugging]

(male #2) ‘Cigars, cigarettes, candy.‘

Cigars, cigarettes, candy.

‘Cigars, cigarettes, candy.‘

- Oh, bud. - Yes, sir?

- Give me some cigarettes. - Yes, sir. What kind?

What kind did I get last night?

Are you kidding, Joe? What do you think I do, keep books?

(George) ‘I thought you might remember.‘

You thought I might remember. Listen, cousin.

There's eleven hundred potential consumers on this train.

And amongst the articles which I distribute are as f0||0ws..

Chocolate-covered bon-bons, sugar coated peanuts

apples, oranges, coffee, sandwiches, magazines--

- Yes, I know. And flowers. - And flowers.

And you want I should remember the kind of butts you smoke?

‘Get this guy.‘

Ah, what a character. Phone me when you decide.

Apples, oranges, cigars, cigarettes, magazines.

[music continues]

[train chugging]

[music continues]

[train chugging]

[train horn blaring]

(conductor) ‘Marlin, next stop.‘

Next stop, Marlin.

(conductor) ‘Marlin, next stop.‘

Next stop, Marlin.

Evening, Mr. Christian.

Marlin, next stop.

- Oh, conductor. - Yes?

Do you remember seeing me on the train last night?

- Who? - I said..

...do you remember if you saw me on this train last night?

No. Never remember faces.

[train horn blaring]

[train chugging]

[dramatic music]

[train horn blaring]

[trains chugging]

[dramatic music]

(conductor) 'Marlin..'

'Marlin..'

‘Marlin.’

‘Marlin.’

‘Marlin.’

[dramatic music]

[train chugging]

Do you remember if anyone got off the train

that stopped here last night?

- Which train is that? - The train I just got off of.

Well, if it stopped here somebody must have got off.

Don't think for any reason otherwise it would stop here.

The stop might have been on schedule.

Yeah.

Yeah. Good point.

A good point. It might be. It might be on schedule.

Anyone get off? Notice anything unusual?

I've been married 3O years and I don't look

for any outside troubles.

Hey, I could write a book about the goings and comings here

if I had the mind to.

But I just do my job and don't see a thing.

There's more free living going on in these parts these days

than you can shake a stick at.

Money does it.

New York money mostly.

Society, people, and artists, hm.

I never saw the woods so full of artists and free livin‘.

Uh..

You an artist?

Not exactly.

A bad bunch, artists.

Yeah.

Many a night, an artist named Anderson

comes home as late as 11 o'clock

smellin' of beer.

Oh, only last night.

A couple of fellows.

Artists or the like must have been..

Got off the same train you did tonight.

Yes. The very same train, mind you.

The sun hardly sets

carrying a fellow so full of liquor

‘you wouldn't dare light a match under his nose.‘

The sun hardly sets, mind you

and that fellow couldn't even walk. Huh!

What do you think of that? Hm?

[door slams]

[instrumental music]

There were three men, you say?

Two of them carrying a drunk?

Take a good look at me.

Could the man they were carrying be me?

It don't pay, as I see it, to gossip about people.

If you want to get stinking, that's your business, not mine.

Where'd they take me?

Where'd they take this man? Where'd they go?

Well, they put him in a car as nearly as I remember.

- What kind of a car? - I couldn't say.

I haven't been able to tell one car from another since 1924.

They all look alike now, the way they make them.

Window's closed.

[dramatic music]

And I was on that train, alright.

The drunk behind me was a plant.

I was slugged when the other train went by.

They carried me off at Marlin.

It looked, well, just like two fellas helping a drunk.

- But why would anybody-- - To discredit me!

Make it look like I was a dipso or crazy or both.

To try and stop my lectures.

I'm in somebody's way, Stevie.

And it connects with the museum.

Ah, it is too incredible.

You don't believe me, do you?

It's not that, George. |..

But how do you account for your swearing

that you were in a wreck?

How did you get in the museum without knowing it? How did--

I don't know all the answers yet!

I'm sorry, Steve.

Something's happenin’ down at the museum.

- What's going on down there? - What do you mean?

Why has Barton been fighting me?

Look, George. This is extremely confidential.

You remember that Gainsborough

the one that was lost at sea in an explosion?

Sure I do.

Well, Barton got a letter from a friend named Montague

telling that it was not an accident.

- What? - That's all I know.

Barton's been difficult ever since with everybody.

I don't think it ties in with you in any other way.

Maybe.

Maybe.

You'd better get me to the museum.

So I can find out if anybody connected with it

has a house in or near Marlin.

You've got a key to the museum.

You can't risk going anywhere near there.

I've got to and right away.

They'll pick you up in a second, George.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

You wait here.

I'll get you information.

[telephone ringing]

Hello? Yeah.

Now, listen carefully. I've gotta talk fast.

Barton was here when I arrived. We had a serious run-in.

I can't tell you now, but you gotta get down here and help me

check on something. It's important.

- How do I get in? - In the vault.

PH|eave the rear basement door open.

You have to hop over the back wall. But hurry it down!

Alright, Steve, I'll be right there.

[receiver clicks]

[tense music]

[door opens]

[soft thudding]

[music continues]

[door slamming shut]

(George) Steve.

[music continues]

Steve.

[music continues]

Steve.

[music continues]

[light switch clicks]

[music continues]

(Steve) Barton was here when I arrived. We had a serious run-in.

I can't tell you now, but you've gotta get down here

and help me check on something. It's important.

[tense music]

[shuffling]

[door opens]

[dramatic music]

[door shuts]

[footfall]

[music continues]

[creaking]

[footsteps approaching]

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

[door opens]

I was just making my last rounds.

And I looked in the vault door and Mr. Steele was

standing there, bending over him.

Steele?

Call Cochrane and tell him

our friend is on the prowl again.

[lively music]

Sure you're not being followed?

- I don't think so. - You bring the money with you?

- Yes, right here. - No, no!

Not now. Wait a minute.

[bell rings]

[clanking]

Make sure no one is looking. Then hand them to me.

[bell rings]

I tried to get back to the apartment.

The place is surrounded with cops.

They work fast.

Your description's bouncing out of every radio in town.

Everything, but singing commercials.

I'll manage to keep out of their way.

[bell dings]

Darlin‘, this just won't work. |t..

Uh-oh, there is a cop watching us.

Keep your back to him.

[phone line ringing]

[bell dings]

[metallic clanking]

He's coming this way.

Keep your head down.

[bell dings]

- Still coming? - Yes.

He's got his eye on us too.

[bell ringing]

[clattering]

Relax. Talk about something.

Oh, uh.. So, um..

Everything I do seems to be wrong.

The other day, I was five minutes late and..

...you'd think he'd lost a million dollars.

Tsk, how are the pictures?

Don't move, he's standing right near us.

So, um.. Yesterday, I told him off good.

I looked him right in the eye and I said, "Listen, Mr. Pitlow

[inhales sharply] lam only human after all."

[chuckles] You should have seen the expression on his face.

Tsk, what does he think I am anyway, an auto-madam?

‘Gosh! Honestly, just ‘cause I won't go out dancing with him.’

Honestly, I think I am gonna..

[machine clanking]

How old are you, bud?

- Thirty nine. How old are you? - Forty four..

[clanking]

[bell ringing]

[arcade music]

It's alright now.

[buzzing]

You can't expect to dodge the police indefinitely, George.

Wouldn't it be smarter to go to Cochrane

and get this thing out in the open?

That's about as smart as cutting my throat

to get some fresh air.

[bell dings]

- Here. - But you--

Keep yourself busy while we talk.

The longer you duck in and out of dark alleys

the worse it looks for you.

You didn't kill Stevenson.

[exhales] Somehow, some way we've got to prove it.

I can't very well prove it at the back of

a lot of iron grill, alright.

[inhales sharply] But, darling, it's so--

Keep your voice down.

[women giggling]

You're attracting attention.

Sorry.

There are a lot of things to do.

[clattering]

But I've got to be free to do ‘em.

You can help me.

[arcade music]

What do you know about that Gainsborough

that was lost at sea a while back?

Only what I read in the papers.

There was an explosion in the hold of the ship

off the coast of England.

Did you know that the last place it was exhibited

in America was in the museum?

[clatter]

Yes. Why?

[music continues]

Doesn't that seem important to you?

Not necessarily.

A masterpiece was lost in an accident

with a lot of other things.

It was insured and the underwriters paid off.

Why should that seem so important?

Because it was not an accident.

What do you mean it was not an accident?

I don't know yet, but it was not an accident.

Stevenson told me on the phone. He couldn't go into details.

That's why he wanted me to come over to the museum.

He ran into something that..

...we||, whether to tell me or show me, that's..

...that's why he was killed.

[lively music]

If you just want to talk to this tootsie

why don't you go for a walk in the park?

- Go away, will you? - No, I won't go away!

I want to play this game.

There's a lot of games. Go on, play ‘em.

No, I wanna play this game.

- Will you go away? - Oh, a tough guy, eh?

George, are you crazy?

I thought you didn't wanna attract attention.

Come on, will ya?

Seeking the protection of a female, huh?

[everyone laughing]

I thought you said you wanted a fight.

Okay, come on.

- Watch it. - Don't worry.

[lively music]

I'll go outside with you.

You're afraid to take it in front of your girl, eh?

[whirring]

Go on, punch it.

[clattering]

[whirring]

[bell ringing]

[lively music]

Not bad for an art critic. Not at all bad.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just strolling by.

I'm very fond of penny arcades.

They give the visitor a wonderful cross-section

on average people.

Hard-working, law-abiding, looking for a little fun.

The human pursuit is reduced here to the simplest terms.

You change a half-dollar for a handful of hope.

Five shots of happiness for a nickel.

A beautiful thought.

[lively music]

You sent for Cochrane too?

ls this all that's coming?

George, l-l had to.

You can't handle this alone.

She's quite right, you know. You need help.

[lively music]

Let's get this straight right from the beginning.

Who is this? How did you get mixed up with him?

And what are you trying to do?

I told you, l-l told you everything I could.

Still, we've got to be sensible about this.

Swell.

Suppose you begin by telling me how this concerns you.

I'll tell you what I can at the moment.

The only reason you weren't arrested

after you broke into the museum..

...was because I was able to intervene.

My fairy godfather.

- Why? - I'll get to that.

You are in pretty deep now.

A man has been killed.

Oh, is that so?

Your life's in danger too.

I feel a certain responsibility

having, in a sense, gotten you into it.

I can help you.

You can help me too.

Will you work with me?

You still haven't answered my questions.

You have some information I need.

I know a number of things of great interest to you.

Let's go down to see Cochrane and put the pieces together.

I thought I'd see the hook eventually.

Oh, darling. Darling, please be reasonable.

I'm overwhelmed. They're all such wonderful people.

Everybody has my interest at heart

everybody wants to take me to the cops.

Now, we're only asking you to come.

Oh, that's very sporting of you

but I'd like to think it over.

[lively music]

It isn't every day that a man can be booked

as a psychopathic killer.

If you continue to behave like one

Cochrane is bound to keep after you.

You don't give him any other choice.

It's for your own good. You've got to trust us.

No, thanks.

I'm not trusting anybody this week.

For Terry's sake and for the sake of your own safety

I'm afraid I must insist.

What do you intend to do?

I shall regret it very much if you force me

to tell the policeman outside who you are.

Oh.

Well, in that case..

...| guess I had better go peacefully.

— Oh. — Sorry.

[music continues]

[thumps]

Oh!

- What happened? - Somebody fainted.

You better get some water.

[indistinct chatter]

[clinking]

Hello, Mary. How are you?

Fine, Mr. Steele.

[clinking]

I'm awfully sorry I brought you all the way down here.

You were sweet to come.

‘But I'm in a little trouble as you probably know.‘

You didn't kill Mr. Stevenson, did you, Mr. Steele?

You don't really think I did?

No.

Do you know who did?

That's one of the things I've gotta find out.

Steve was helping me when he was killed.

He was my friend, Mary.

‘I'm gonna need your help.‘

Anything I can do, Mr. Steele.

What do you know about a man named Montague?

He's a friend of Mr. Barton's in London.

A dealer.

They've been corresponding with each other for years.

Have you seen any of those letters lately?

No.

Mr. Barton gets his personal correspondence at home.

Then I'm going to have to ask you to do me a favor, Mary.

‘I must see Barton.‘

I want you to ask him to meet me

tomorrow night, about 8 o'clock

in the Washington Market Dock at 12th Street.

He seems quite opposed to you now.

I'm afraid he will refuse to do it.

If he does..

...just tell him I saw him at the museum.

'...the night Mr. Stevenson was killed.’

Did you really?

No, but he was there.

‘Will you do it?‘

Would you start right away?

[mild clattering]

Thank you, Mary.

You're a sweet girl.

[distant train honking]

[train chugging]

[whistle blowing in distance]

- Are you alone? - Yes.

Step into my office.

What were you doing in the museum

the night Stevenson was killed?

T-that's a lie. |-|..

[breathes shakily] This is preposterous.

You are wanted for murder.

I'm not gonna sit for a cross-examination from you.

[inhales sharply] I should have notified the police.

The police will ask you some embarrassing questions.

Like, what were you doing at the museum

the night Stevenson was killed?

[breathes shakily] I was going through some papers.

I've had some personal things on my mind.

I've been very upset..

Because of a forged Gainsborough?

Come on, come on. You might as well tell me the rest.

Did your friend tell you how they discovered the forgery?

[breathes shakily]

The British authorities tested a few pieces

found after the explosion.

The paint was wrong.

The fools! If they had only destroyed it completely.

Then the original is still in existence?

[breathes shakily] Of course.

Sure.

Steve couldn't have found the Gainsborough in the museum.

Wasn't there.

He was looking for something.

What he probably found was another forgery.

There's another forgery in the vault. Do you realize that?

Why do you think I haven't been able to sleep for two weeks?

[breathes shakily] Why do you think I was at the museum that night?

Why do you think I pleaded with Stevenson

to let matters alone?

If there is a forgery there, I can find it.

[scoffs] If you had a month

and the police weren't watching the museum

24 hours a day, you might.

Oh, if it was only destroyed before it was discovered.

- Destroyed completely. - You'd like that, wouldn't you?

[inhales sharply] You forget my whole career is at stake--

So is my life!

You've gotta get me in there. Tonight!

I can't.

I-it would be, it would be dangerous for you

[breathes shakily] I tell you.

Since when are you so interested in my health?

- Come on. - I can't.

I've been ordered to attend a gathering at Reynolds‘ house.

Reynolds?

Why?

I don't know.

I'm afraid to decline.

He threatened me!

Alright.

Go ahead.

- Go ahead. - Oh, thank you.

- Thank you—— - And remember.

You didn't see me.

Understand?

Because the police will be just as interested in you.

Huh..

[footsteps receding]

[train horn blaring]

[car rumbling]

(male #3) 'Hey!'

Don't you see those "No Smoking" signs?

Sorry.

[indistinct chatter]

- Countess Stella, how nice-- - Oh! So nice to be here!

- Nice of you to come, Count. - It was a lovely party.

How are you, Rhys? Glad to see you again.

This seems cruel.

Sipping champagne and watching these 17th-century pretenders

smirk at each other..

...and not knowing where George is

or what's happened to him.

Everything is being done.

Cochrane has his best men at key spots all over the city.

If anything turns up..

...|'|| be called here.

As a matter of fact, George is probably quite safe..

...as long as he is not at this party.

[clicking]

Well, Barton..

...what news of the, uh, fugitive lurking by?

Uh, well, I can't say I feel sorry for him.

I warned him that the crusader's path was thorny.

Oh, come, come, you are quite safe here.

I was careful to hide all the fire extinguishers.

Pardon me, sir, a telephone call for a Mr. Traybin.

- The gentleman at the piano. - Thank you, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, sir, you are wanted on the phone.

Oh, oh.

You may take it on the extension in the study.

Do you mind?

[clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

[door shuts]

[receiver clicking]

Yeah?

What?

You sure it's the painting?

It wasn't to go until next week!

What ship? What time does she sail?

‘Yeah. Yeah, I've got it.‘

‘The Arcadia?‘

‘Pier 31, North River.‘

Don't worry now. Sit tight.

[receiver clicks]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Can you take me for a fast drive?

- Yes. What's happened? - Get your things, quickly.

[indistinct chatter]

By whose orders is The Adoration of the Kings

being shipped out tonight?

It's not going out until next week!

[breathes shakily] There must be some..

See here..

What business is it of yours?

[breathes shakily]

It's my job to see that it gets back to England safely.

[indistinct chatter]

It was to be shipped out next week on The Regency.

I've just heard word it's been taken aboard the SS Arcadia

sailing at 1 o'clock tonight.

Why were the arrangements changed?

Changed? Nothing was changed.

[breathes shakily] My secretary was given explicit orders

about the sailing date.

I signed the order only two days ago.

The painting is still in the museum.

It'd better be.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you. We've got to get to Pier 31 North River

in a hurry.

[indistinct chatter]

[horn blaring]

[horn blaring]

[horn blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

[clattering]

[footsteps approaching]

[engine whirring]

[brakes squealing]

You'd better wait here.

[horn blaring]

What do you think's going on?

[tense music]

[loud thudding]

[music continues]

[clanking]

[music continues]

[clattering]

[music continues]

[fire crackling]

[clanging]

[music continues]

[fire crackling]

[music continues]

[doorknob rattles]

[banging on door]

[music continues]

[doorknob rattles]

[music continues]

[fire crackling]

Sound the alarm and stand by the hose!

Aye, aye, sir. Right away!

Hurry up, you men! Get a leg on! Faster!

[glass breaking]

[water gushing]

[indistinct yelling]

Hurry up! Quick over there!

(mam #43 ‘Come on, boys?

‘Hurry UP?

[clattering]

[horn blaring]

That canvas was removed before the fire was started.

When was this hold checked last?

(male #5) ‘I checked it myself about an hour ago.‘

[clattering]

[tense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Sorry, old man. I do hope there won't be any bruises.

Hey, what are we playing here? Tap on the ice-box?

- That's Steele! - Yes, I know.

I'm gonna have my hands full for a bit.

Keep an eye on him and see he doesn't get

into any mischief, will you?

[dramatic music]

[horn blaring]

[music continues]

[water rippling]

[clattering]

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

Come on, get in.

No, thanks. I'll take a street car.

I can trust street cars.

[whistle blowing]

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

What's your racket, girly? What do you do for a living?

I'm out of my head, I drive around in cars

picking up psychopathic killers.

[car rumbling]

Someone has to look after you.

I was at a party at Reynolds‘.

Things began to come apart at the seams.

I drove Traybin down--

I know that.

Okay, you know that. You know everything.

You're the great Steele.

You walk through brick walls. You..

You can wait here.

They are going to put in a street car soon.

Unless.

Unless you have some dim idea of what you are doing

and want me to help you.

I always ask one question of people

who wanna join my club.

Who's Traybin?

Scotland Yard. Art expert.

He was sent here at the request

of the New York Police to check on the missing Gainsborough.

This thing I have under my coat

is supposed to be Durer's Adoration of the Kings.

I think it's a phony.

I must have it X-rayed tonight.

But how can you? You'll have to get into a lab and..

I've got an idea. Start driving.

[engine revving]

Wait a minute. Can you trust her?

- I'm trusting you. - You'd better let me go.

And in case we've been followed

you'll have a chance to make other arrangements.

[car door opens]

[doorbell buzzing]

[door opens]

Mary, I've got to talk to you. It's very important.

Come in.

What's the matter? Something happened?

George says you have a girlfriend

who works at the Contemporary Institute.

Does she have a key?

I think so.

He wants you to call and ask her to let us in

so we can use the X-ray lab.

Will you do it?

She might get into trouble. I could call her tomorrow.

No, it's gotta be tonight. It's very urgent.

Will you do it?

[soft music]

He wants to know where you keep the reference plates

and the masters.

They are cross-indexed by painter and title

on the big steel cabinet. Please tell them to hurry.

[music continues]

[metallic clattering]

[clanking]

[mild clattering]

Let that dry for a while.

- Here is the Durer folder. - Thank you.

While we're waiting, we'll have a look at these.

[tense music]

The original as I remember had

an unfinished figure underneath.

(George) There it is.

Durer changed his mind and painted over it.

[paper rustling]

Here's the Demasque copy.

He was one of the greatest forgers in 18th century.

Compared with the original..

...you can see the difference.

There's no figure.

[instrumental music]

A reconstructed canvas.

[paper rustling]

Here's the Schollar copy.

Also, a difference.

‘But in another way.‘

‘He doesn't have the technique of the original.‘

[music continues]

No.

It's physically impossible

for two men to paint exactly the same.

Now, we'll see what we got.

[clanking]

[music continues]

You've got me all mixed up with that shell game.

Which is Which?

(George) ‘On the left..'

'...the Schollar copy.‘

‘On the right..'

‘an X-ray of the painting I took off the ship.‘

I don't see any difference.

There isn't any. They are both the same.

And the painting we had at the museum isn't--

Isn't the original.

It's the Schollar copy.

Listen.

I thought I heard something. Are you almost through?

I can get out of here in about five minutes.

I'd better go see if Dorothy is alright.

- Does this clear you? - It helps.

I can take my chances with what I know now.

(Terry) ‘You were expecting a forgery.‘

Yes.

Stevenson's death gave me that lead.

You mean, just knowing that was enough to get him killed?

Plenty. Whoever is engineering this job isn't kidding.

[rustling]

They already had the original.

The forgery was bound to be discovered.

Not if it was destroyed.

There'd be nothing left but ashes.

If nobody bothers searching for the original..

...everybody will be satisfied including the police.

It's the old Gainsborough deal all over again.

Stevenson had to be killed.

[shuffling]

Then...what about you?

What about you?

I better call Cochrane.

[mild clattering]

[phone whirring]

Dorothy heard somebody upstairs.

It might be the watchman.

- Can't we go now? - On the way..

We'll have to go out the same way.

The back way, through the park.

[door creaks shut]

Goodnight, Mr. Steele.

- Can we take you someplace? - No, thank you.

[honking in distance]

[branch snaps]

What was that?

[dramatic music]

You'd better go ahead.

fihuds]

[Terry screams] No!

(Terry) George!

(Mary) ‘Don't move, Ms. Cordell.’

Please don't move.

I'm not at all happy to find you involved in this

Ms. Cordell.

Not at all happy. I've nothing against you.

As a matter of fact, I like you.

I think you're a very personable young woman.

I think you are cute too.

[tense music]

Well, we'll make the best of it.

But the fact that both you and George now realize

that the Durer is a forgery

rather complicates the situation.

We may be forced to an extreme solution.

I sincerely hope not.

[train horn blaring]

I hope you will both cooperate with me.

[tense music]

[train horn blaring]

[train chugging]

[music continues]

I've only one simple question for you to answer, Ms. Cordell.

Who else knows?

[Steele groans]

Who else knows the Schollar copy was substituted

for the original Adoration of the Kings?

[suspenseful music continues]

That's all you want to know?

Who else, Ms. Cordell?

If I tell you, then what?

You might as well tell me.

Mary. Mary knows.

[suspenseful music continues]

Hmm. Your facetiousness is a little insulting.

lhave a very valuable Gainsborough

and a very valuable Durer in my possession

and I intend to keep them.

A fact which Mr. Stevenson's death

should have impressed on you.

[music continues]

Who else knows?

Police.

(Terry) ‘Traybin and Cochrane.‘

George called Cochrane as soon as he found out.

George didn't know himself until he X-rayed the painting.

Mary was with you.

I think she would've told me if George called anyone.

[music continues]

Mary is very loyal.

I would never have been able to operate without her.

He didn't call anybody.

She's lying.

I'm inclined to the same opinion.

Did you ask Mary if she left the lab

while George was working?

You left the room?

Yes, I had to.

He found out. I had to call you.

[music continues]

Yes, of course you did.

George thought you were up to something like that.

That's why he called Cochrane.

So, don't be surprised if the police pick you up.

[gasps]

But I know she is lying.

We'll find out.

Sit down, Mary. Don't lose your head.

Use the gun only if Ms. Cordell moves or interferes.

[unzipping]

We'll find out from George.

George will tell us the truth.

Odd, isn't it? That truth should be a by-product of war.

But only in the recent war did we perfect

a direct method of communication

with a man's true self.

It's called narcosynthesis, Ms. Cordell.

It's placed honesty on a scientific basis.

Just one small injection of this..

...the brain is illuminated with accuracy.

It's relieved of the necessity of weighing answers.

All inhibitions go..

...the subconscious mind takes over.

‘You're doing fine, George. Just doing fine.‘

Have you up and around in the morning.

Thanks.

Let me give you a little injection now, George

so you can relax.

It won't hurt.

[tense music]

Now, count with me, George.

One.

One.

Two.

Two.

(Lowell) 'Three.'

Three.

(Lowell) 'F0ur.'

Foun.

(Lowell) 'Five.'

[music continues]

Five..

(Lowell) 'Six.'

[frogs croaking]

[grim music]

George.

Can you hear me, George?

Yes.

You are in the lab now. You've X-rayed the painting.

It's a forgery alright, isn't it?

[tense music]

Well?

What are you going to do now?

Better call Cochrane..

Alright, call Cochrane.

What's the matter? What happened?

Mary is back.

She just came in the door.

Better wait.

(Lowell) ‘Oh.’

‘Don't you trust her?’

Don't you trust Mary, George?

(George) She's alright.

Just a kid.

She's afraid of her job.

Better wait.

[music continues]

Oh, I'm sleepy..

George called your bluff.

[music continues]

The stakes were high and you lost.

You..

Perhaps you can't understand

how much these paintings mean to me.

Did you ever want to possess something desperately.

...that was unobtainable..

...that you couldn't buy?

Museums have a habit of wasting great art on dolts..

...who can't differentiate between trash.

These masterpieces that mean everything in life to me.

My method harmed no one.

Now, it's threatened.

There was a time when you could set your watch

with the passing trains.

The schedules are more uncertain these days.

My accomplice is a few minutes late.

You'll forgive my waiting, though, I know.

A gunshot at this time of night might carry quite far and |..

...w0u|dn't like to risk waking my neighbors.

They're used to the roar of the Chicago train, though.

Scarcely disturb their dreams.

[train whistle blows]

[ominous music]

[train chugging nearby]

[gunshots]

[intense music]

[Mary sobbing]

George..

Oh, my God, it's gonna crash.

Darling, it's alright now.

[breathes shakily] It's gonna crash..

He'll be alright in a moment when the injection wears off.

He'll just think he has been in another train wreck.

[breathes shakily] And this must be the place

they brought him the first time.

Yes.

The drug acts as a hypnotic too.

The sound effects were handy. The rest was suggestion.

His inner mind remembers.

Ah, it was a devilishly brilliant plan

to make him seem insane.

[Mary sobbing]

What a miserable little creature you are, young lady.

Now, I'm going to ask you just one question.

If you answer it correctly, we'll try to help you.

If you don't..

...we'll certainly see to it that you're tried

as an accessory to murder.

Do you get that?

Do you get that?

[Mary sobs] Yes.

Where are the two paintings?

The original Gainsborough and the original Durer.

[breathes shakily]

[exhales deeply]

[breathes shakily]

- There. - What are you trying to pull?

Even I know that's not a Gainsborough.

Cochrane, help me down with this.

[clattering]

Alright.

[mild clattering]

Eh?

Lucas, take care of her.

Come on.

I don't get it.

[grunts]

[lips smacking]

How long have you been here?

Quarter of an hour.

All the time this was going on?

Cochrane was right behind you.

I stuck with the seaman.

Our paths crossed in the park.

Why didn't you stop Lowell?

I was under the impression that I had.

No, I mean before. You could have.

I could have, I could've stopped George

before in the dock.

I could've stopped him afterwards.

But you didn't.

I didn't have the paintings, then.

[exhales] My job was to get them.

[breathes heavily] I waited until the last possible minute..

...for Lowell to reveal them, but he didn't.

I couldn't let him kill George. S0, |..

...| took a pot at him.

[rustling]

We||..

Huh.

Number one.

Gainsborough.

You knew from the beginning

that there was a forgery in the museum.

...that the Durer had been switched in the vaults!

Yeah. Yes, I knew.

Huh. Number two.

Adoration of the Kings.

Huh.

No doubt about it. Those boys could paint.

[inhales] You might have told me.

I was supposed to be helping you.

I'm terribly grateful. You've been a great help.

But the forgery was one of the things I couldn't tell you

under the circumstances.

It was obvious from ten paces you were in love with George.

I couldn't run the risk of your telling him.

Had he known, he might have stopped running about..

...working on the mystery.

I had to find out who was trying to stop him.

- It turned out to be Lowell. - ‘Look out!‘

[dramatic music]

Look out..

[grunting]

This is where I came in, remember?

[breathes shakily]

Now, don't tell me you've been in another train wreck.

Yeah. Yeah.

I have. What do you wanna make out of it?

When I say l-|'ve been somewhere

I've been somewhere and this time, I can prove it.

Terry was with me, weren't you?

Yes, darling, we were in a train wreck.

- A big one. Enormous. - There! You see?

No, you weren't with me.

Oh, no. Of course not, darling.

I was here all the time. But I love you.

I hope you'll invite me to the wedding.

What wedding?

I've never been mixed up with such a lot

of screwballs in all my life.

Everybody is nuts around this place but me.

[instrumental music]

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