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This is my boss, Jonathan hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy, 'cause when they met...

It was murder.

[♪♪]

Oh, weren't those sleigh bells romantic?

They sure were. They cost about a dollar a jingle,

but they were worth every minute.

[Both chuckling]

Coffee, Mrs. H? Oh, no, thank you, Max.

Pamela? Oh, no thanks.

No, I'm fine, Max.

Mr. H? Oh, no thanks, Max.

[Freeway barks]

[Freeway barks again]

You shot that for us, dick. You remember?

Yeah, I sure did.

With that funny-looking camera of yours.

[Chuckles] The zeffirelli of the Michigan peaks.

[All laughing] Aw, I didn't want you to shoot this.

Hey, that's us, isn't it? [Dick] Yeah, that's us.

Poetry in motion. And on the toughest run at pleasure valley.

[Pam chuckles]

[Dick] We sure had a lot of fun, didn't we, Pam?

I'll never forget it.

Oh... Oh, there you are.

[Pam chuckles]

[Dick] You silly thing.

I'd sure love to have a copy of this.

I'll see that you get one.

I'm gonna have it edited,

take the glitches out.

This is the first time I've seen it myself. It's not bad, is it?

No, it's great.

And we're very honored to be invited to the premiere.

Oh, well, we're glad you were in town and remembered to call us.

Remember, I told you we would.

Oh, this was our last day.

You two had already left by then.

You remember this, darling?

I put the camera on a tripod. See?

Look at that couple! [Dick] Beautiful!

I set it on automatic.

Now it'll follow us over. Watch.

[Jonathan] See that? Come on. There we go.

Now it will shut itself off.

Uh-oh! Malfunction.

No, I think it picked up someone else.

It did that all by itself?

That's why it's a funny-looking camera.

[Chuckles]

Another Jonathan hart industries breakthrough, eh?

[Chuckles]

What's he doing?

He looks sneaky to me.

He's probably just hiding from his wife.

Is he trying to steal those skis?

I think so.

Probably, he's leaving a note for some lady.

We could have some fun with this.

Sort of a James Bond experiment.

[Jennifer] Huh.

Very well done. You got some good shots, dick.

Thank you. Here honey, drink up.

Oh, thanks.

What are you thinking?

Well, it would be an interesting way to test out that camera

if we could find out who that guy is and what he was up to.

It certainly would.

Is that possible?

Well, maybe one of our electronic wizards

has come up with some fantastic, new interesting idea of how to do that.

Who knows? That's fascinating.

That would be kind of fun, wouldn't it? You all done, honey?

There you go. It's getting late. Thank you.

Well, we're awfully glad you could stop by like this.

Well, thank you both for a wonderful evening.

[Both] It was our pleasure.

Thank you. [Chuckling]

Well, how long are you gonna be in town?

Well, we have to fly home tomorrow.

Aw!

If you're ever in Chicago...

You have to drop in on us, okay?

We drop in at Chicago once in a while.

It's our kind of town.

You know, with any luck, if one of my job interviews will pan out,

we'll move back here to la permanently.

Well, we hope everything works out for you.

If it doesn't, could we talk?

It would be a great experience to spend a couple of days

with Jonathan hart, to see you in action.

You know, to learn how a business tycoon operates.

Pam!

Put her inside the house.

Put her in the chair. Okay.

There we go.

She's burning up.

I should call the doctor.

No, no. That won't be necessary.

You see, she gets these attacks.

It's a side effect of the medication.

Medication?

She's been having treatments for a nervous condition.

Poor baby. She wouldn't want you two to know that.

What can we do for her?

Just keep her warm and let her sleep.

If I could borrow a blanket...

I'd like to get her back to the hotel as soon as possible.

She can stay right here.

Bring her up to the guest room.

Jennifer's right.

I don't want to impose.

Come on, I'll give you a hand.

All right, I've got her, Jonathan. Thank you. I can handle it.

I really don't want to put you two out.

Hang on, baby. I've got you.

It's just this way. Okay.

Right in here. Okay.

All right, honey.

Are you all right? Yeah, yeah.

I can handle it from here on in.

Are you sure? Yeah.

If you need anything, we're just across the hall.

Okay. Thank you, Jennifer.

You've been very kind.

Thank you.

Will you come on!

Is something wrong?

No, darling.

Max, you startled me.

[Freeway barking]

I startled you?

Well, uh...

Mrs. Braddon's been having a little trouble sleeping,

so I thought I'd get her a glass of water.

How is she?

Still feverish.

Sorry we gave you a scare.

Yeah, same here.

It's okay, freeway.

Where are you?

[Whimpering]

Oh.

You're some watchdog, you are.

Yes, ma'am, we'll get right on it.

Okay, just as soon as we can. Bye.

Good morning, Mr. Hart. Hello, Burt.

[Telephone rings] Go ahead and take that.

Oh, sure. Just a second.

Thompson, here. Nice layout, Jonathan.

Hope you don't mind me tagging along,

being a fly on the wall.

As long as your wife doesn't mind.

Oh, no. Pam will be asleep for hours yet.

She always does after an attack. Poor baby.

Well, that'll mean that you'll miss your airplane.

Yeah, I guess. I'll have to call the airlines later.

I'll get right on it. Bye.

What can I do for you, Mr. Hart?

This is Mr. Braddon. He needs a pass.

Okay. I'll need your name, signature, and address, please.

Okay.

How are things going up here? Oh, they're going pretty good, sir.

Thank you.

Who is he? A friend of yours?

No idea. I was hoping we could find out.

Now that you're in the inner sanctum...

[Chuckles] Yes.

Let me explain this funny-looking camera to you.

It operates on the subject's body heat.

Ah, some kind of heat-seeking device, huh?

The hart thermal video system.

We plan on selling it to the military and the space program

to operate in sub-zero conditions.

Frank? Yes, sir?

What I'd like you to do is think of this as an exercise.

That Mr. X there

is a saboteur or a terrorist.

That he's planting something, a bug or a bomb,

and that you're with the counter-intelligence agency.

And your job is to identify him,

and then hopefully defuse that device,

whatever it may be, by the most sophisticated electronic equipment

at your disposal.

I'll give it my best shot, Mr. Hart.

I know you will.

Nice meeting you, frank. You, too.

[Knocking on door]

Pamela?

May I come in? Mmm-hmm.

I just wanted to check and see if you were all right.

Um...

I'm sorry, Jennifer.

I didn't mean to impose on you.

Oh, it's no imposition.

Are you sure you don't want me to call a doctor? No!

Doctors can't help me.

I'm not that kind of sick.

Dick seems to think

that you can cure everything with pills, but...

Sometimes there's a kind of pain

that nothing can reach.

I... I was going to leave him,

but something happened.

Um...

I'll be fine, okay?

I, um... I just have to work all this out on my own.

Don't tell anybody we talked, okay?

I'll be fine.

All right.

You just get some rest.

I'll check back with you later.

Thank you.

Okay.

[Sobbing]

Eleven percent will be fine, Mr. Wrigley.

Yes, I can be there in a few minutes.

Are you free for lunch?

Fine. I'll see you there. Right. Bye-bye.

I have the New York closings.

Can you hold those until I get back?

Anything else?

Yes. Mr. Watanabe called from Osaka.

He can ship 200 of the computer units now,

another 150 within 30 days.

No, that's not good enough.

Cable him and tell him that I need

the 500 units now, or there's no deal.

And that his German clients may have to wait.

[Chuckles] Does that do it?

Not quite. I need your signature on this.

Oh, yeah.

A day in the life of Jonathan hart.

It's quite an experience.

I'd rather be skiing.

Oh, I love this more.

It's more exciting to me.

I love the atmosphere, the ambiance.

Must be a great privilege to work here.

Yes, I can attest to that.

Thanks.

Not at all. There you are.

Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Hart.

I have to go to the bank.

Oh, that's okay.

Could you drop me off on rodeo drive?

I'll wanna pick up a little something for Pam,

to cheer her up.

"Little somethings" come high on rodeo drive.

Well, I've got the card you shouldn't leave home without.

That does you credit.

Jonathan hart, please.

Well, this is radinski. Can you find him, please?

[Beeping]

Jonathan hart.

Yes, Mr. Hart, this is frank.

Oh. Hi, frank, what's up?

I think I've hit on something. I'd like you to take a look.

I'm leaving the bank, now.

Are you going to have lunch?

It seems the manager is a vegetarian,

so I decided I'd skip it.

I can be there in about 20 minutes.

Good. That gives me time to grab a sandwich.

Could you pick up one for me too? A pastrami on rye.

[Chuckles] You got it, Mr. Hart.

- No pickle. - No pickle.

[Humming]

Burt. How are you doing, Mr. Hart?

[Phone ringing]

Frank?

Hello, Kelly. I just want you to know, I'm back in the building.

No, I'm in the lab.

Are there any calls?

Okay. I'll get those when I come up.

Thanks. Bye.

[Frank] I hope you're hungry, Mr. Hart. I've got some...

Help, somebody!

This is radinski. Security to the lab, hurry!

Come on, Mr. Hart.

[Alarm rings]

[Man] Emergency in the lab.

Right away!

Excuse me.

Well, that's really all I can tell you.

He had on a stocking mask,

one of those blue lab coats,

and he hit me from behind.

Jonathan! Hi, dick.

I'm sorry, sir. No, he's all right. That's okay. What happened?

That's a good question.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'll make it,

but I think you're gonna have to drive us home.

Frank, I'll talk to you, all right?

You take care, Mr. Hart.

Thanks, fellas. Thank you.

It was you, wasn't it?

I knew it.

You were the one on that tape, weren't you?

[Dick] Yes, yes! You went back!

Yes, damn it!

And chances are that electronic wizard, that radinski

or whatever the hell his name is will be able to identify me!

You did something to those skis, didn't you?

Right! Now you know.

Oh, my god! You killed him!

It's your fault, too.

No, it isn't! Yes, it is!

Yes, it is. Listen to me!

You were going to run away with him, weren't you?

No... Yes, I followed you that night.

I heard every word.

Now, you understand this, baby,

if anybody comes to take me away,

you won't live long enough to see me stand trial!

Get your hands off me!

And if the harts do anything,

neither will they!

[Softly] I hate you.

How do you feel, darling?

All I need is a little pampering.

[Chuckles]

We'll have dinner at chasen's.

Oh, I don't think we should go out tonight.

I'm fine.

I don't mean you. I mean Pamela.

I don't think we should leave her alone.

Pamela?

She has dick.

Yes, but they're not getting along.

She told me today that she was thinking of leaving him.

Ah, it's none of our business.

I know, but she's so confused,

and terribly distressed.

Well, you heard what dick said,

she has a bad case of nerves.

We can't interfere,

even if she asks your advice.

Well, I wouldn't give her any advice.

How could I give anybody any advice?

I'm certainly glad to hear that.

I wouldn't give anybody advice because I'm happy.

That's right. You're not qualified.

That's right, neither are you.

What do we know about marital problems?

We've never had an argument in our entire lives!

You're shouting. I am not!

You're shouting at me a little bit, right now. I am not!

Anyway, it was your idea for her to stay.

Mine?

You're the one who gave them our telephone number

and told them to look us up...

No, no, no, I didn't do that. All I said was,

when they were in la,

that I'd run the video for them.

I never for a moment thought they'd take me up on it.

Well, when they called, how could I say no?

Well, you could have made some kind of an excuse.

Any excuse!

I'm going downstairs to nurse this headache with a double Brandy.

Oh, why don't you ask your good friend dick to join you?

My good friend dick? I don't even know the man.

You don't know him?

You spent the whole day together.

Can I help it if he keeps dogging me around the office,

hinting for a job?

I don't even know what the man does for a living! I'm an engineer.

Oh. Oh.

Uh...

Dick, I'm sorry.

Don't take that the wrong way.

It's perfectly all right, Jonathan.

I understand.

Obviously, we've...

Worn out our welcome.

I'll take Pam back to the hotel as soon as possible.

Oh, no, please. You don't have to do that. Really.

Besides, if she doesn't feel well,

she shouldn't be moved.

Right, come on down and have a drink.

Stay as long as you like.

As they say in Spain,

"my house is your house."

Mi casa, su casa.

Right?

What Jonathan means is that we don't want to be inhospitable.

Yes, it's just that, uh... Well, I'm a little grumpy.

I'm sort of like a bear with a sore head.

Come, we'll have a drink.

Okay.

You're an engineer, right?

Yeah.

Maybe you could help us out tomorrow.

Help? In what way?

Oh, that frank radinski is gonna make some kind of demonstration for us

on that video thing.

Do you want a drink?

The usual.

You? I'll have Brandy.

I blew up certain areas of the tape

with maximum magnification but still holding resolution.

Now, check out the skis.

Special binding...

Extra length...

They're jumping skis.

Mmm-hmm. Now look at this.

"Made especially for m. Larsen."

Magnus Larsen. The Canadian champion.

He was killed right after we left pleasure valley.

Competing in the 90 meter jump.

Oh, yes. Yes, that's right.

[Jonathan] Less than 24 hours after I shot this.

It could be that Larsen's death may not have been an accident.

Somebody, our Mr. X,

tampered with his skis.

I think the police should see this.

You know what I'd like to do first?

I'd like to look at some film on Larsen's last jump.

I remember seeing that on the news.

I think I can arrange that. I have a friend at the network.

There must have been an inquiry?

It was probably just routine, a formality, darling.

Go to work, will you, frank?

Good-bye, frank. Good-bye.

He's gonna call in the cops. I know it.

It could mean a whole new investigation.

[Laughs]

Don't be silly. They couldn't possibly implicate you.

We left two days before it even happened.

You're simple, you know that?

It's just a matter of time before they find out

that you and Larsen were lovers.

How long do you think you'd hold up under questioning?

I'll be fine. I promise. Look at you!

I'll be fine. Pills!

No, I don't want 'em... Pills, yes!

I'll just be fine. Yes.

No, I'll just be quiet.

Time for pills. No, I...

I'm gonna be quiet.

Take them.

Please.

I've gotta stop hart now, before he talks to the cops.

Some kind of a diversion.

Another accident.

I'm sorry I raised my voice.

You didn't raise your voice. Ah, yes I did.

No, you didn't raise your voice.

You shouted. Well, you shouted.

Well, what's good for the goose...

Excuse me. More coffee?

[Both] No!

Geez, you guys need an early night.

[Max] Besides, you gotta get up tomorrow morning

and play tennis with the williamsons.

You're nagging, Max.

I'm not! I got 50 bucks riding on you

with the williamsons' Butler.

[Jonathan] Well, in that case, we better get some rest.

Don't you think, darling?

This reminds me of something.

What?

About the two cats playing tennis.

Did you ever hear that story?

No, what about them?

Well, these two cats are watching a tennis game.

You know, they're watching the ball go back and forth,

back and forth.

This one cat turns to the other car and he says,

"how do you like the game?"

The other cat says, "great. My dad's in the racket."

Very funny.

Get it, racket, tennis?

Yeah.

[Jennifer] Darling, don't you think you oughta slow down?

[Jonathan] I'm trying.

Jonathan!

It's not me. It's the gas!

The gas pedal's stuck.

I can't hold her!

It won't pop back!

[Honking]

Hang on!

[Continues honking]

I can't switch it off!

The gear shift is jammed.

Watch out!

Oh, watch it!

Whoa!

See if you can pull the wires.

Try it.

I think I've got it.

There.

What happened?

Kind of close to the crunch, huh?

I don't know.

The car took off as if it had a mind of its own.

Just like that?

Just like that.

I don't understand it.

It had a regular maintenance check last week.

The police picked up the car. They'll have their experts check it out.

Thank god you weren't hurt.

I'll say.

[Telephone rings]

Hart residence.

Just a moment, please.

For you. Frank radinski.

Hello? Yes, frank.

You found what?

Yes, I can be there about 5:00.

I'll see you then. Thanks, frank.

The network tape?

Frank says he can prove that Magnus Larsen was murdered.

I'll get changed. I'll be down in about five minutes.

Uh, Jonathan, I...

I don't think I'll be going.

Pamela's feeling a lot better now

and she'd like to go back home, see her own doctor.

I understand.

[Door slams]

Hi. Jennifer, Jonathan, I don't know how to thank you.

You've been so sweet to us.

I hope we haven't been too much of a nuisance.

If you're ever in Chicago, you must look us up, mustn't they?

Yes, of course, honey. Come on, we have a plane to catch.

[Pam] Bye, Jennifer. Bye, Jonathan.

Thank you very much!

Thank you.

Drive safely.

We will!

[Engine starts]

Now that's what you call a high performance.

A little too high.

What a shame. I really liked her.

Well, they're gone now.

And that leaves just the two of us. Oh!

You sure you have to go into the office, this afternoon?

Yeah, I do, for a couple hours.

Well, that leaves this evening.

Just the two of us.

All alone.

Oh, yeah? I'll build a fire.

In July?

So, I'll turn up the air conditioning.

Strange.

Nice, but very strange.

Frank. Yes, sir.

I am going to ask you a question,

and I know what the answer is going to be.

Then what's the question?

The question is, "did you mention to anyone

"what we found on that pleasure valley tape?"

Mr. Hart, I never discuss research projects.

I didn't think so.

That means that there are only four people

that know about that connection with Larsen,

you, me, Jennifer, and Richard braddon.

Security? This is Jonathan hart.

I want you to run a check,

a security check on a man called Richard braddon.

Yeah, make it top priority.

He's an engineer out of Chicago.

Yes. Make it as soon as you can, will you please?

Thanks.

Now, you stay here. I won't be long.

Where are you going?

I'll gonna get that damn tape back.

Before hart can take it to the police.

No, the harts are good people!

You sit!

It's the only piece of tangible evidence they have against me.

Now, here, baby. These will bring you down.

No, I don't want 'em! [Shrieks]

[Breathing heavily]

Larsen's next to jump.

Now, let's take a closer look.

Here it is in slow motion.

And now we enlarge.

Now, see this?

That little puff of smoke?

Yes, sir. That's right.

[Frank] Let's push in closer.

Now I want to show you something.

These are jumping skis, identical to Larsen's.

Here's what I think happened.

The killer you caught on camera

uncocked this lever,

inserted a small explosive device

with a miniaturized radio detonator, here.

Properly magnetized, the rubber flange here would hide it.

Then he simply re-cocked the mechanism.

The next day, during the competition,

when Larsen was in midair...

[Explodes]

Cute, huh? You see,

the blast didn't have to be very powerful,

just enough to blow the cocking lever off,

loosen the bindings,

and make Larsen lose his balance.

That little puff of white smoke?

It would look like a little wisp of snow

caught on the takeoff ramp.

Scarcely visible from a distance.

But Larsen wasn't about to go up there

without checking his skis and bindings.

Sure, but he would have no reason

to strip down the binding mechanism.

Thousands of people watching, millions more on TV.

And no one suspecting it was anything more than a tragic accident.

The big question is, who and why?

Urgent for you, Mr. Hart, from security.

Thanks.

Try these, Mrs. H. I just baked them.

Oh.

Mmm.

Oh, they're delicious.

[Intercom buzzes] I'll get it.

Who is this, please?

[Dick] Max, it's dick braddon.

This is really stupid of me, Max, but I think I left my wallet.

Tell him to come on up.

Maybe it's in your room. I haven't been up there yet.

I'll take a look. Come on up.

I'll answer the door, Max.

[Max] Oh, thanks.

Pamela braddon is heiress to a family trust, around $40,000,000.

But she doesn't gain control for another two years.

Dick braddon was with graykirk engineering.

They fired him for misappropriation of funds.

He's a big spender, heavily in debt.

Where does that take us?

Nowhere on its own.

Here's the zinger.

Before she met dick, Pamela was engaged...

To Magnus Larsen.

The man on your tape, braddon?

He has the same height and build.

And he certainly had the capability to fix my car.

[Telephone rings]

Radinski.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Hart.

Your wife.

Yes, darling.

Darling?

Have you called the police yet?

Not yet.

Good.

I think we better leave them out of this for a while.

Why? What's this all about?

You'd better come home and bring the tape with you.

The tape?

I don't understand.

Dick is here.

He wants the tape and he's got a gun.

All right, Jennifer, that's enough.

Now get over there and sit down.

And we'll wait for Jonathan.

You know, Jennifer,

you're much too bright a lady

not to put all this together by now.

You're the man on the video tape

who tampered with Magnus Larsen's skis.

See what a bright lady you are?

You did something to those skis that caused his accident.

Had to. Larsen threatened to ruin all my plans,

everything I'd worked so hard for.

He was still in love with her.

She was planning to divorce me.

Well, I knew that Larsen was due to compete in the ski jump

so I took little Pammy back home to Chicago.

And I sneak back to pleasure valley all by myself,

fixed one of his skis,

and humpty dumpty had a great fall.

Huh...

Just like you fixed our car?

Mmm-hmm.

I've always been good with my hands.

What have you done with Pamela?

Never mind about Pamela. She's safe.

I have to keep her alive...

Until she inherits.

[Tires screeching]

Get back!

I'm obliged to you, Jonathan.

That is, I take it, the only copy?

You've got my word on it.

You don't mind if I don't take that at face value, do you?

All right, hand it over to Jennifer. Slowly.

Hand it over to her, or I'll blow her away right here.

You got it the wrong way around.

You hand my wife over to me, and let Max go and then I'll give you the tape.

You're in no position to call the shots, man. Hand it over to her.

Right, Jennifer, give it to me. Easy.

Thank you, Jonathan.

All right, inside, both of you.

All right, now let's move into the living room.

You all right, Max?

I'm all right.

Hey, Max, I think the harts could use a drink.

Steady the nerves.

Do as he says, Max.

You don't move! You stay right there.

That's it. Such honesty.

How in the hell did you ever get rich?

All right. Stay right here.

I feel a lot better.

Should we have our drinks?

Move to the bar.

Hey, Max, pour one for yourself.

I insist.

Four drops in each glass, and you'll sleep like babes.

And never wake up.

You're not about to leave three witnesses.

Well, I don't claim to have your sense of honor, Jonathan.

What are you up to, braddon?

A disastrous fire? Nothing left but a pile of ashes?

Mmm-hmm.

And you won't feel a thing, I promise.

[Jonathan] You're forgetting one thing.

What?

Frank radinski. He knows that it's you on that tape.

There is no tape.

And no jury in the world will convict me

on one man's unsupported testimony.

Four drops in each glass.

Bottoms up!

Drink it! Or I swear, I'll shoot you right now.

I'll make it look like a burglar came in here, you interrupted him.

And he shot all three of you. Starting with Jennifer first.

Drink, Jonathan!

[Gun firing]

[Grunts]

[Glass shattering]

[Dick] [On recording] You know, Jennifer, you're much too bright a lady

not to have put all this together by now.

[Jennifer] [On recording] You're the man on the videotape

who tampered with Magnus Larsen's skis.

[Dick] See what a bright lady you are?

[Jennifer] You did something to those skis that caused his accident.

[Grunting]

Oh, darling!

It's all right.

Well, between us, Mr. H, we've got him taped.

It's all right.

Mm.

Mm. Hot buttered rum...

[Chuckles]

Just like when we were in pleasure valley.

[Chuckles]

My favorite sort of winter sports...

Is après-ski, with you and me.

Oh, I love it when you're poetic.

You do? Mmm-hmm.

Locked in desire in front of the fire.

Mmm.

Very cozy.

Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. H.

Yeah, what is it, Max?

I was wondering how much longer you plan to stay up?

Why? What difference does it make, Max?

Well, you two got the fire. The rest of the house is freezing.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

I turned the air conditioning full up.

I'm sorry, Max, I didn't realize.

That's all right. Mr. H.

Freeway and me will sleep outside on the patio.

It's 78 degrees out there.

You two are strange.

Nice, but very strange.

You see what he said?

Yeah.

That's what I said.

[Both laughing]