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Justine?

Justine?

Somebody there?

Justine?

I'm coming.

Please hurry.

Okay.

Hang on there, honey.

All right, just hang on.

How are you?

Okay. Yeah? You, uh,

you came out here on a dare, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

You want to come here? All right?

Whoa. Just stay right there.

Okay now. I'm scared.

I know, I know.

All right.

Okay.

Okay, it's all right.

Come on, I got you.

Come on.

Got you.

Come on.

Okay, hang on a second.

Let me...

let me get up front.

Okay.

You get over?

All right, just turn around.

Just turn around...

All right, you ready?

No. Let's go. Huh?

I can't leave without Harriet.

I've had her since I was a kid.

Your bear?

My teddy bear.

All right, hang on a second.

Let me get Harriet for you.

You got her!

I got her.

Hang onto Harriet here.

No!

What if you knew, beyond a doubt,

what was going to happen tomorrow?

What would you do?

There's no easy answer

for a guy who gets tomorrow's news today.

* *

Good morning.

Get my wheelchair, would you?

All right. Okay.

You had to save the teddy bear, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I told you I didn't fall because of the teddy bear.

I saw that...

...girl.

Oh, yeah, blame it on a girl.

Always blaming it on a girl.

It's like an oven in here.

That's because the radiator's broken.

Everything's broken around here!

And I did see that girl.

All right, follow my logic.

You saw the girl, you looked away.

What are you doing, what are you doing?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

So... you saw the girl, okay,

you looked away for a second,

and then when you turned back, she was gone.

Gary, you were on a scaffolding,

so unless Siegfried and Roy were involved,

the whole thing sounds a little iffy.

Where do you want to go?

I want to go open the window.

Oh, w-w-w-whoa.

What, what, what? Aah!

I got an itch.

All right, w-w-?

Aah, my toe.

Which toe is it? Is it the, uh,

is it the little piggy?

How's the patient?

Grouchy. Fine.

Oh, dear. Now, look, if you want anything else,

uh, scratched, sniffed, wiped, or schlepped,

you ask her because I got work to do.

Wait a second.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Duty calls, my friend, come on.

I am busy today.

I'm hiring a new waitress.

Well, I can hire the new waitress.

You cannot hire the new waitress.

Besides, I am not your errand boy.

Says the victim was scantily clad in a bathing suit.

That sounds like a bikini to me.

Scantily clad bikini?

Scantily clad.

"Woman drowns in community pool. "

That's, of course, unless some hunk of manhood happens

to come by and save her.

Tell you what.

I'll take care of this one, but just this once.

But don't get used to it.

Okay.

In the heat of the Mojave Desert,

the female scorpion scuttles across the burning sand

towards a waiting male.

She lures him with a mating dance that will become,

for the unsuspecting male, a dance of death.

When the mating ritual is complete...

...in, uh, shirts and also in skirts for you,

and I do have a real quick preview to whet your appetite,

as they say.

We're going to...

Beautiful babes on the beach.

They're not women.

They're men!

Yabba, yabba, yabba, yabba.

Geez...

That's her.

Shut up.

"Cleo Gaylord, 29, drowned when her foot was caught in a drain. "

Cleo.

Uh, Cleo?

Cleo Gaylord?

No.

No?

Um, excuse me.

Are, uh, are either one of you,

uh, Cleo Gaylord?

No. Never heard of her.

No?

Weirdo. I know.

Oh, no.

Yah!

Gare! Hm...?

Flapping thighs.

Big, huge, milky-white, flapping thighs.

What are you talking about?

The indoor pool, remember?

Instead of a scantily clad bikini,

all I got was Moby Dick!

Excuse me, guys.

You, uh, want to meet the new waitress?

Bring her in, please, Marissa.

All right, um...

Come on in.

Uh, Gary, Chuck, meet the new waitress

Anne.

Hi.

You're her.

Yeah, that's right,

our new waitress.

Hi. Chuck Fishman.

Welcome to McGinty's.

Thanks.

Ah... we...

We met the other day,

uh, sort of. Sorry?

That, that was me, uh,

in the lakefront building on the scaffolding.

Um...

Marissa, why don't you take...

Anne.

...Anne downstairs?

No, th-the building with the little girl.

It was just no more than two days ago.

That-that's impossible.

I just moved here from Muncie yesterday, so...

Yeah, well, he's not feeling very well.

That and the Darvocet that he's on...

No, w-wait a second.

W - Why... Did you move to the Windy City?

We do that; we finish each other's sentences.

That's why we're partners.

You'll start enjoying us.

Right.

Um, well, my grandmother and my mother used to live here,

and I just finished school,

so I figured now or never, right?

So, I...

I moved across the street.

Across the street?

I- I'm sure

you'll like the place.

Chicago's a very friendly city.

So, Marissa, why don't you take Anne downstairs

and, uh, start her on paperwork?

All right, come on, Anne.

Be right down.

All right. Nice to meet you.

Bye.

Gary.

It's one thing to share your hallucinations with friends...

That was not a hallucination.

All right, your delusions then.

Look, that girl wants to be our new waitress,

and whether she knows it or not, she wants to date me,

so don't blow it.

Look, I-I saw her.

I- I saw her.

She was dressed a little bit differently,

her hair was a little bit different,

but that was the girl.

That was the same girl.

Yeah?

I saw that girl in that building

across this very street.

Wow.

I never noticed you can see everything from here.

What is she, a model or something?

No, a flight attendant.

Yeah?

That woman has a remarkable set of pecs.

Don't you think that it's a little strange

that she should show up here?

Gare,

I think she's going to take a shower.

Well, look, will you listen to me here?

Gary, it's very simple.

What you're doing here is a Rear Window.

Huh?

Hitchcock's Rear Window,

where Jimmy Stewart breaks his leg,

he sits around all day in his apartment,

spying on his neighbors.

That's it?

Well, one of 'em ends up being a murderer.

It's a cheery film.

* *

Marissa...

Mari...!

Marissa!

Marissa! Marissa!

What's wrong?

Look, I just saw, I just saw a guy break

into, uh, what's her name, Anne's apartment.

You saw what?

I just saw a guy in that building break

into our new waitress' apartment.

Wait a minute. What were you doing

looking in Anne's apartment?

Well, well, it, it was hot in here,

and so I went to the window.

When I opened it up, I look across the way, and...

Let me guess: you just accidentally happened

to see a girl in the window?

Well, forget about what I was doing.

What's he doing in our new waitress' apartment?

Well, you tell me.

You know, I saw, I saw the guy this morning.

He was arguing with his wife,

you know, a real knock-down, drag-out,

and all of a sudden, he's in her apartment.

So... now what's that all about?

I... Well, wait.

How much medication have you been taking, Gary?

Who are you calling?

I'm gonna call our new waitress.

Okay. And, uh, what are you gonna tell her?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna tell her.

I'm gonna tell her exactly what I should tell her.

I'm, I'm...

Hello, Anne?

This is Gary Hobson.

Uh, I, I was just calling to tell you that...

Well, I...

Well, I, I wanted to tell you

that Muncie isn't as big as Chicago,

and that you should keep your doors locked, and...

No, that was all. I...

Well, sure, I... I'll, yeah, I'll see you at work.

Good-bye.

That was great.

Anything else you want to tell me?

No.

All right, well, hey, I...

You sure you're okay?

Yeah. All right.

If you need me, I'll be in the office.

* *

* *

Crumb, it's me, Gary.

Look, get up and get over here right now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, slow down, Hobson slow down.

I can't slow down. I'm watching a girl

in the apartment across the street

right now, and she is in big trouble.

You gotta get over here.

You're watching some girl across the street?

No, it's the new waitress.

Okay, okay, so you're watching one of your employees

in her apartment.

Well, it's not like that.

What do you make me out to be, a pervert or something?

Oh, no, I wouldn't do that.

What are you using, telescope or binoculars?

Binocu- What does that have to do with it, Crumb?

I'm just curious.

Look, I'm telling you, she's gonna be shot.

Who?

The waitress!

Someone is conspiring to kill your waitress?

That's what I've been trying to tell you!

Now, how exactly do you know this?

Listen to me.

Yesterday, I saw the guy sneak into her apartment.

This morning, I see the same guy selling a gun to a neighbor.

What kind of gun?

Well, it was... Well, it was a gun! A gun gun.

I don't know, the kind that goes bang.

Oh, as opposed to one that goes, say, uh, woof-woof?

Listen, Crumb, I saw the guy.

He gave him cash.

You sure?

Look, Crumb, I know you're not a cop anymore,

but you can make a citizen's arrest, can't you?

What's the address?

What's going on? I don't know.

It looks like the, the guy that broke into her apartment is

telling the younger guy something.

He's telling him to shoot her in the head.

My God!

Why would they want to kill a girl from Muncie?

I don't know.

Wait a second. There's Crumb.

Got him! He got him!

I got it.

It's not Rear Window; it's Body Double.

The stewardess across the street is Melanie Griffith.

What?

The old man paid her

to draw your attention to that building

so that you would witness them plotting a murder.

But if they were plotting a murder,

then why would they want a witness?

Because this is Gaslight and you, my friend,

are Ingrid Bergman.

And the, the mystery man is James Mason.

Anne was in that building, but she denied it

because she wants you to think that you're crazy.

Why?

Why? I'll tell you why.

Because then, when Anne does commit the murder,

you lose all credibility.

No one believes you.

And Anne, she collects all the insurance money,

and she goes off to Mexico, to Oaxaca or someplace.

Chuck, that's not Body Double, that's Body Heat.

Body Heat, Body Double, I'm- I'm spit-balling here, baby.

I'm, uh, I'm, uh, my creative juices are flowing.

I should have been a writer myself.

Come in, please.

Hobson.

Crumb. What'd you do?

What, did you just give 'em over to the police, or what?

No.

But you did get 'em, right?

Yeah, you wanna see?

They're here?

Yeah. They want to meet the Peeping Tom.

Mr. Malone!

This is your gunman, Ray Malone.

Looks kinda scary, don't he?

Tell 'em what you do for a living, Ray.

I write mysteries.

Oh, so a writer can't be a murderer?

Wait, wait, wait a second.

I... I saw you buy a gun.

I was plotting a book, not a crime.

A book?

Oh, all right, what about the other guy?

The other guy, I saw him

break into Anne's apartment, I'm telling you.

Yeah.

Mr. Sinclair!

This is Anne's landlord, Lou Sinclair.

Landlord.

Landlord. Huh.

Huh.

I- I suppose you were in Anne's apartment because, uh...

My last tenant had a problem with the outlets.

I wanted to make sure they were fixed.

Well, I guess that particular crime would be found

in the Criminal Code under, uh, "Thoughtful Behavior"?

It looks like I-I owe you an apology.

Sure does, Gare.

A word of advice, Hobson, uh, if you're interested.

Colonel Mustard

in the conservatory with a candlestick.

Thank you.

Now, next time you junior detectives get a bright idea,

do me a favor:

don't call me.

Whoops.

Wait a second.

The paper says Anne's gonna be shot.

The paper's never wrong.

Are you sure you read it right?

Well, of course I read it right.

Here, it's right here. "Woman Shot To Death. "

Uh, Gare, I think we have a little problem here.

What is it?

This paper's from 1944.

I don't believe this. Me neither.

I was just getting used to tomorrow's newspaper today.

That paper's over 50 years old.

So, what is it doing here?

She was telling the truth.

Truth about what?

It wasn't her that I saw in that building.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

It was this woman- Daria.

Who's Daria?

"Miss Daria DeLongpre, 24,

"popular USO hostess,

was shot to death last night at McGinty's Bar. "

Whoa.

McGinty's?

"One of the city's most popular USO night spots.

"Miss DeLongpre had spent the evening dancing

"with a number of servicemen,

"several of whom have been taken in for questioning.

"No murder weapon was recovered from the scene,

although police believe it to be a small-caliber revolver. "

Is that true?

My grandmother was murdered?

Sorry, Anne.

The resemblance is amazing.

I can't believe this.

It happened right here.

Who killed her?

Well, I went online to the newspaper archives,

and apparently, the police never found the killer.

This is so strange.

You didn't, you didn't know anything about this at all?

No!

My grandfather died in World War II

and my mother always told me when I was growing up

that my grandmother, Daria, was killed in a car accident.

So you, so you get in touch with your mom.

No, she died when I was nine.

Why wouldn't she tell me that?

Maybe because you were a kid.

Maybe.

What- does it say anything about my grandfather in there?

According to this paper,

your grandmother was never married.

Well, of course she was.

No, they got married a month before

he got shipped off to the Pacific, okay?

That much I know.

My grandmother was married.

I mean, she had to be.

Right? I...

How else do you explain my mother?

Oh.

Okay, so my grandmother was a single mom,

and my mother was...

Unlucky.

I gotta go.

Uh, look, I know I just started work today, but if I...

No, that's fine.

Take as much time as you need.

Thanks.

I just... I just need some time.

Well, now all we have to do is find out who killed Daria.

Daria?

Oh, you're on a first name basis now?

Uh, ever since I've had the accident,

I've been, uh...

dreaming about Daria.

What?

Who?

Geez!

I've got a question for you.

How would you feel if you found out

someone was obsessed with you,

following you,

watching your every move?

Who are you?

That's good.

That's really good.

You were scared but at the same time you were angry, strong.

I like that.

I like that a lot. What are you doing?

Oh, we haven't met: I'm Raymond Malone.

I'm from 2B; I'm the mystery writer.

I'm doing some research.

Research?

May I ask you a few more questions? No!

Can you believe all this

USO stuff we found in the basement?

Old man McGinty was a major pack rat.

He saved everything.

Is there anything else down there? Yeah.

About 50 more boxes like this one.

Well, go get them.

What? Research.

Are you nuts?

Have you been down to the basement lately?

I go down there one more time,

I'm gonna catch hantavirus!

Hey, guys.

What did the police say?

Well, they said, uh,

unsolved murder cases are never closed

and they give it a token review once a year,

but, uh, they're no closer to solving this

than they were 50 years ago.

Did you hear from Anne?

Nope.

What about, uh, Daria?

Am I the only rational person here?

Dead people do not communicate

with the living- that is one of the

qualifications of being dead.

Well, maybe there are some things

that can't be explained, Chuck.

It's like Gary said, maybe Daria wants his help.

Maybe she's trying to tell him something.

Maybe she wants him to do something.

Like what, order room service?

I was thinking more along the lines of

laying her soul to rest.

Right.

* It seems we stood *

* And talked like this before *

* We looked at each other in the same way then *

* But I can't remember *

* Where or when... *

* Some things that happen *

* For the first time... *

* Seem to be... *

* Happening again *

* And so it seems *

* That we have met before... *

Gare?

Gare, get up.

What are you...

Morning. Hey.

Hey...

I just had a dream about Daria.

She was trying to tell me something.

That's funny.

I had a dream about the new waitress.

She was trying to tell me something.

No, no, no, this...

"Some things that happen for the first time...

seem to be happening again. "

You know what, buddy?

We gotta get you some fresh air immediately.

No, no, no, it's a song.

It's a...

Get the paper!

Listen, that... Get the paper!

that thing happened over 50 years ago.

You see, I...

I think there's a connection between...

...the past and now.

You're not gonna believe this.

Why? What's it say?

What's the date?

Tomorrow.

No one's home.

Well, you could call Crumb.

What? After yesterday?

Look, the paper says

that she's killed in her apartment, right?

Right.

So, isn't it obvious?

All we have to do is stop her from

going into her apartment.

Well, how am I gonna do that?

I can't even get down the stairs.

You want me to go across the street to...

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, now listen, now all you gotta do is, you take

the cell phone over there and you stand by the door.

That's it.

Look, this does not play

into my strengths, all right?

Mad killers?

You see that movie Body Double?

Remember, the woman was murdered.

Impaled with a six-inch power drill.

But I thought you liked her.

I do.

I love her.

Well, then you could save her life.

I mean, I bet she'd like the guy who did that.

Hmm.

A date with Anne or impaled by a six-foot power drill.

Come on!

All right.

I'll do it for our children.

Attaboy.

You got my cell phone number, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

She hasn't been home all day, and look at this.

It's still there.

Well, you did everything you can, Gary.

No, there's gotta be something.

There's gotta be something that we're missing.

Like what?

Go on, get outta here, would ya?

Like this.

You found something?

I think I know who's gonna kill Anne.

Fishman.

Charles Fishman.

Back up a minute.

You're telling me that Lou is gonna kill Anne because...?

Because Lou killed Daria.

"Things that happen for the first time

seem to be happening again. "

Wait, wait, wait, you're losing me, Gary.

Look, 50 years ago, Lou killed Daria.

Why would he do that? Well, I don't know.

Why do people kill each other?

Jealousy, money, who knows?

But I do know that he's in this picture

and that tells me it's gotta be him.

Why? W-What?

Look, it fits.

50 years ago, he kills a woman

and he thinks he's gotten away with it all this time.

Well, all of a sudden, her granddaughter

shows up in his building.

She's the spitting image.

Lou gets scared. That's right.

Breaks into her apartment to find out what she knows.

So, he thinks the only reason for her to move to Chicago,

living in his building...

That's right- because she knows who killed her grandmother.

Not only that, but he knows she knows

who killed her grandmother.

And now he's got no choice.

So, he has to kill her to keep his secret.

Yeah...

Don't you think you should call Chuck?

Hmm?

Chuck.

Chuck!

He's not answering.

CHUCK Hey!

Hey...!

Hey, I'm in...

She's home.

What are you doing?

Come on, get off the phone.

Get off the phone.

What are you doing?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna call Mr. Sinclair.

I'm going to let him know...

...what I know.

Call Lou?

Well, what- I don't, I don't get it, Gary.

You got a better idea, let me know what it is right now.

Hello.

Hello?

I know what you're going to do.

Who is this?

Don't kill her, Lou.

You're never going to get away with it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

You know...

Shut off the lights.

Well, w-what happened? Just shut off the lights.

He saw me.

Are, are you sure he saw you?

Go call Crumb.

Crumb?! Gary, I...

Just go downstairs and call Crumb.

All right, all right.

Listen, I...

Marissa?

* *

You think I'm going to kill that DeLongpre girl?

Listen to me, you stay right where you are.

I know exactly what you're up to,

and I've already called the police.

You don't know anything.

Oh, I know you killed Daria DeLongpre.

I didn't kill Daria.

I didn't kill her, but I know who did.

You do?

1944-

I'd been married three years.

They're gone.

And each year was longer than the last.

How could you give my coupons to some...?

They have five kids, Norma.

They had no heat.

What kind of husband worries

about everyone in the neighborhood but his own wife?

They were ours, and we'll get by.

I don't want to "get by. "

You get those back, you hear me?!

I hear you, loud and clear.

I used to come over here just to get out of the house,

breathe some different air for a change,

think my own thoughts.

We hit it off right away.

We shared our sad stories.

She had fallen in love with a marine

a couple of years before.

He was going to marry her, but he didn't get the chance.

He was killed in the South Pacific.

Daria gave birth to a beautiful girl

who would never know her daddy.

Not a lot of sympathy

for a single mom in 1944,

but that didn't bother Daria.

She loved that kid.

Raised her all by herself.

And you loved Daria.

From the moment I met her,

I felt like I could breathe again.

For the first time in a long time,

I wasn't looking at the end of my life,

and I came to a decision.

I was going to divorce Norma and ask Daria to marry me.

I'd raise her child as my own.

What I hadn't counted on was Norma.

You see, she'd seen it all every night at the window.

She knew.

Where the hell have you been? Out.

You think I like sitting in this crummy apartment,

night after night, while you're out?

If you hate it so much, leave!

And so she, she wouldn't give you the divorce?

Norma has a strong will, always has.

Maybe that's why I married her in the first place.

One night I... I had to work late,

but Norma, she came over here,

looking for Daria.

She brought my gun.

I knew immediately what she had done.

I was going to turn her in, but... but then she told me.

Told you what?

She was pregnant;

three months pregnant.

How could I turn in the mother of my child?

So I've lived with it for 50 years,

hoping they'd solve the murder,

hoping they wouldn't.

Half a century goes by

and then, one day, Daria is back,

only it's not her.

It's Anne.

I was going to tell her everything.

Today I even followed her, but I couldn't.

Lou, your wife- is she home right now?

Hold on a second.

Hi. Hello, dear.

Hi, come on in.

Brought you a little housewarming gift.

Thank you.

Here, wait, let me take those.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, it's my neighbor, okay?

Hang up the phone.

Hang it up.

O- Okay, wait a minute, just...

Norma, no!

No, Norma, you won't do it again, Norma.

Lou, get back, I'm telling you to stay back.

I've got her. Put the gun down, Norma.

Norma.

Look, no, Norma, I,

I won't let you.

I- I won't let you.

Oh, no!

Oh, no, Lou. What have you done?

Oh, Lou, no.

I had to do it, Lou.

I had to do it.

She's a tramp, just like the other one.

She wanted to ruin us.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, take it easy, lady.

So...

I want to thank all of you for what you did.

You know, when I left Muncie, they said

no one in the big city is going to look out for you.

They were wrong.

You going to go home?

Yeah, for a while.

So I saw Lou in the hospital this morning.

I've forgiven him for everything.

He's a good man.

I think I know

what my grandmother must have seen in him.

And, uh, he gave me this.

It's a letter from one of the soldiers

who served with my grandfather.

I think you might be interested.

Bye, Gary.

Bye, Marissa.

Bye.

Hey, what about me?

What about you?

She loves me.

Yeah.

So, um, you gonna open it?

Hmm? The letter.

You gonna open it?

"Dear Miss DeLongpre,

"I served with your fianc� Jimmy in Guadalcanal.

"Please take a moment to let me explain.

"There was a Japanese sneak attack at night.

"Somehow Jimmy knew it before everyone else.

"He had a sixth sense about that kind of thing.

"He got everyone up,

"and then took out eight of the enemy

"before going down himself.

"The second thing you need to know is

"that Jimmy loved you very much.

"You were his whole life,

"and I hope these words bring you some comfort.

"I've enclosed a picture of Jimmy and some of the guys.

"I hope you meet another guy like him someday.

"Good luck.

Corporal Sam Jones. "

* Some things that happen *

* For the first time... *

* Seem to be happening *

* Again *

* And so it seems *

* That we have met *

* Before *

* And laughed before *

* And loved before *

* But who knows *

* Where... *

* Or when? *