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[Ominous music playing]

[Tires squeal]

[Tires squeal]

[Tires squeal]

Aah! Oh!

Oh! Aah!

[Grunting]

[Groans]

How do you feel?

I'm Dr. Berkus, marin county hospital,

and you are one very lucky woman, Mrs. Merrick.

I wish I could say the same for your husband.

No.

No.

We're doing everything we can,

but you have to understand

he went all the way down in that car.

He's in a deep coma.

[Shatters]

[Echoing shouts]

Woman: Honey...

It's me, darling.

It's Judith.

Who?

It's me...

Judith.

[Tires screech]

[Shatters]

Dr. Berkus: We call that psychogenic amnesia.

The patient doesn't know his name, his family,

his personal history. Everything else,

he remembers--the year, who's president,

he can drive a car.

He can function professionally,

but anything personal is out of reach.

For how long?

Could be...A week.

I'm going to have to be honest.

It could also be permanent.

[Surgeons speaking indistinctly]

[Buzzing]

Judith: Mexico. Cabo San Lucas--

our vacation with Jeb and Jenny last year.

[Sobs]

Oh, darling, don't.

I'm so afraid.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

You're alive.

And you're not alone.

I'll always be with you.

Always.

[Surgeons speaking indistinctly]

Judith: Do you know who they are?

Sure. You told me. That's Jeb and Jenny Scott.

She's kind of attractive.

Oh, yeah. She also writes horoscopes

and reads palms.

I take it she's not an active part of the business.

Her contribution

to merrick-Scott development

is to spend Jeb's money so fast

it keeps him hustling.

Hustling?

He's a real killer. Remember, I told you...

It hurts. It hurts!

You know the therapist said

you have to do this.

Oh!

♪ Nights in white satin

♪ never reaching the end... ♪

They had this on the jukebox

in that funky little bar in Mexico.

You put it on so many times,

some drunk offered us 10,000 pesos

to give it a rest.

Did we accept?

10,000 pesos is only $5.00.

We were insulted. [Laughs]

Dan, should I tell you

what I want more than anything?

When we're through here,

I want to go back to Mexico.

Jeb can ride out the Marina development.

That's his baby anyway. And besides,

he owes you, Dan.

We need time together.

Alone.

Sounds ok to me. Ohh.

After I get back to San Francisco,

find out where I live, where I work. Ohh.

Mexico.

Shall I tell you what we used to do there

on that beach at night?

Shall I tell you?

Shall I?

Yes.

♪ With these eyes before

♪ just what the truth is

♪ I can't say anymore

♪ 'cause I love you

♪ yes, I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh

♪ 'cause I love you

♪ yes, I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh

[laughs]

Judith: Remember?

Dan: Yes. Yes, I do.

That's the Transamerica building, right?

Right, and on the 36th floor,

merrick-Scott development.

[Music playing]

Dan: Oh, wow.

[Laughs]

Hey, I know this place.

You really remember?

Well, I don't know,

but I could swear I've been here before.

Don't say anything.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Oh, hi, Jeb.

No. We just got back.

Oh, he's fine.

He's a little tired.

Well...

Thanks, Jeb, but you know,

we just want to lie low for the first few days.

That would be great.

No. I promise.

Ok.

Well, maybe next weekend.

Ok.

Love to Jenny. Bye.

[Shatters]

[Heavy breathing]

Dan!

Stop! No! Dan!

Darling, I'm here to help.

Easy.

We were warned this might happen.

Remember, we're a team.

We'll face this together.

There's something about this room.

These mirrors just make me crazy.

I'm so sorry.

If something here upsets you,

let's just go away.

We'll leave tonight if you want to.

I don't want to go.

Whatever you want.

Careful.

Jesus.

Where'd you get thrown out?

I don't know.

Up there somewhere.

I was, uh, pretty smashed, huh?

Well, Jeb's idea of playing host

is soak the guests.

He did everything but pour it over our heads.

So...

Happy new year.

Ha ha ha.

You know what I like about amnesia?

What?

Well, after 7 years of marriage,

I get to fall in love with you all over again.

Oh, Dan.

I mean it.

Hey, was I always this sentimental?

No,

but don't stop.

[Telephone rings]

No.

Hello?

Hi. Oh, Jenny.

Is something wrong?

No. I was just running for the phone.

How's Dan? Is he ok? Yes.

Really? Everything's fine?

Yes. Dan's getting back to his old routines.

That's great, great news.

Yes.

Back in shape?

Yes, he is.

[Jenny speaking indistinctly]

Yeah.

Yes, he does, Jenny.

He looks great.

He sounds sexier than ever.

[Judith talking on telephone]

[Ominous music playing]

[Judith laughing on telephone]

[Music swells]

Ahh!

So here you are.

Jenny tried to bully us

into going over there for dinner tonight,

but I said you weren't quite ready for it.

Dan?

Is something the matter?

We can go over there if you want to.

I--i just thought--

no.

I'd like to go.

Hell of a thing, pal, when you think about it, huh?

Start a new life,

see everything with a fresh eye.

Kind of like being a kid again.

It definitely has its upside.

Boy, when I think of some of the things

I'd like to forget. Like the time when I was 15--

I took Mary Louise mcbirney to Lou Ann's diner on a date.

I came up 2 bucks short.

She called her father to come and bail us out.

He called me "a pathetic little pissant!"

Heh heh. He spoke like that.

Anyway, he scared the shit out of me.

I couldn't get it up again for 2 years.

I was a virgin until I was 17. [Laughs]

Dan, it's so good to have you home.

I can't even imagine

how ghastly this has been for you.

We really wanted to visit you

in the hospital, but Judith just insisted--

oh, lord. It wasn't me, Jenny.

It was the doctors.

The psychiatrist vetoed all visits

till the surgery was over.

I thought Dan needed all the memory stimulation

he could get,

but the doctors left it all to me.

It's been very strange and very wonderful.

Like being shipwrecked on a desert island...

Having to rediscover each other again.

Jeb: All right. Let's get serious.

When do you think you might want to, uh, you know,

start phasing your way back into the office?

Tomorrow.

Look, I didn't mean to rush you, pal.

I gotta back and forth to L.A. all week.

Well, i--

no. No. I don't-- you probably forgot--

forget it.

Ha ha ha!

Um, no, but I feel

the sooner I start the better.

Find out what kind of player I am,

or if I'm just dead weight.

I did your chart today, Dan.

Every sign is positive for you.

Do you really think you're ready for this?

Don't you think I am?

Listen, why don't you come back in tomorrow morning?

We'll find out. But right now, come on, pal,

let's us boys go do a Brandy and business, huh?

Honey, why don't you show Judith

whatever it is that you bought today?

In this unreliable old world, about the--

about the only thing I can count on for sure

is that Jenny has been out hitting the stores.

Well, Jenny,

you buy anything gorgeous?

Who gives a shit?

Wait until you see what we're doing

with the Marina development.

We're gonna clear 5 big ones

on the first phase alone.

I think, I think, I think, I think

I finessed Miller down at city hall,

so all we have to do to get past go

is be a little creative

on our teamster deal.

I need to ask you a question.

Shoot.

Before the accident, was I having trouble

with Judith, with my marriage?

We all have trouble with our marriage.

What we've gotta address

is how to avoid trouble with the teamsters.

Jeb, I need to talk, really talk.

You mentioned divorce a couple of times,

but you were drinking. So what?

Jenny threatens divorce once a month.

I mentioned divorce?

Yeah, that night at the party.

Aw, come on, pal.

You were juiced. We were all juiced.

Listen, Dan, you must know that, uh...

You know, I feel kind of guilty.

I mean...

How was it between Judith and me that night?

What does it matter now?

Were we arguing?

No, you were not arguing.

You were fucking screaming at each other!

Judith was having an affair, right?

How the hell should I know?

But I'll tell you this much.

If she was, who could blame her?

What does that mean?

It means you treated her

like a piece of god damn furniture.

[Sighs] Down in cabo San Lucas...

It was fuckin' embarrassing.

In Mexico?

Jeb, can't business wait?

When do I get to talk to Dan?

He's all yours, babe.

I'm not a fool.

I can tell how uneasy you are.

Let me help you.

Uh, I don't know. I--i--need somebody

to tell me the truth about a few things--

about my life.

Uh...

Well, Jeb says--ah.

What did Jeb tell you?

Oh...

What a shit I was to Judith.

What you were to her?

Did he tell you about Mexico?

About Stanton? Who?

Jack Stanton.

You met him in cabo.

Claimed to be a fellow architect.

We all smelled a rat

except Judith.

She never let him out of her sight.

She even had him follow her back here to San Francisco.

What the hell are you getting at?

You wanted the truth.

I'm telling you the truth.

I saw them...

Up at the hacienda.

The day before the accident.

Where? The hacienda,

the hotel up in Ross.

I saw Stanton's red Porsche out front

right next to the white Mercedes.

Wait a minute.

You're saying this guy, uh, uh--

Stanton--is the only person in marin county

with a red Porsche?

Judith's the only one with a white Mercedes?

Hey, do me a favor, ok?

You came this close to being killed.

She didn't even sprain her ankle.

You think about that.

She was thrown clear.

Was she falling...

Or jumping?

Well?

[Squeaking]

Man: May I help you?

Why, it's Mr. Merrick,

isn't it?

Rudy costa, assistant manager.

It's so wonderful to have you back,

Mr. Merrick. You look great!

You lost some weight,

but none the worse for the accident.

Why, thank you.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Maybe. Um, I'm looking for a woman

who I think used to come here.

You know her?

Sure. But Mr. Merrick,

we are very discreet here, as you know.

Mr. Uh...Uh...

Costa. Costa...

Um, this is a very sensitive situation for me.

I lost track of her when I was in the hospital,

and I, uh...

Well, I'm sure you understand.

Sure.

But, uh, still...

Oh.

Well...

For a while, she used to come in every day.

Always in the afternoon, as I recall,

and, uh, always with the same gentleman.

But then it stopped.

What was the gentleman's name?

His name? Yes, what was his name?

You know, I can't quite remem--

wait a minute. It, uh...

It was Stanley something.

No...no...

It was Stanton. Yes, that was it--

Stanton.

Good-looking guy,

kind of close-mouthed.

Discreet, if you know what I mean.

He and the lady

would always arrive separately.

Mr. Merrick, can I offer you a drink?

Thank you, Mr. Costa.

Thank you, Mr. Merrick, and be sure to give

my kind regards to your wife.

[Ominous music playing]

My wife?

Here we are...

Our new Marina complex.

That's the merrick-Scott tower.

We got most of it rented off

at 42 bucks a square foot,

but the top 5 floors are all ours.

That's great.

Yeah, you bet.

Very impressive, Jeb.

Well, it was your design, pal.

Aw, I didn't--

don't you remember at first? You had the e.P.A. Guy

so far up your ass, you had heartburn.

Boy, the way you handled that...

Sheer poetry.

Really?

Your ticket, Jeb.

Thanks.

What did I do?

Homework. You found out about the pretty young boy

he was spending his nights with

when his wife thought he was off working the files.

You had a friendly little chat with him...

No more heartburn.

I was a real prince, huh?

Oh, prince of princes. Now, Dan,

I'd like you to meet

your secretary Nancy Mercer.

Welcome back...Dan.

Thank you.

I really mean it.

Jeb: It's 10 after. I'm gonna miss my plane.

Now, if there's anything you need,

Nancy'll handle it.

Welcome back, pal.

Thanks, Jeb.

[Ringing]

[Birds squawking]

Woman: Klein's animal house.

Huh?

Listen, if this is a breather,

can you wait while I get a cigarette?

Sorry, uh... Wrong number.

Here we go--

black with sweet 'n' low.

That's the way you used to take it.

Thank you, Nancy.

Is, um, is something wrong?

Hmm?

Oh, no. Heh.

Tell me something... Last Christmas,

did I buy anybody pets?

Pets? Heh. Yeah.

Well, not that I recall.

Mostly it was gift certificates to neiman's.

Jesus.

Personal touch, huh?

[Laughs]

Nancy, tell me something.

Does this name-- klein--

does that mean anything to you?

Oh, yeah. That guy.

Mr. Klein called several times back in January

regarding an outstanding invoice.

But since he wouldn't say what it was for,

I didn't pay him.

I have it on file if you'd like it.

Yeah, I would, thanks. Ok.

Nancy? Have you ever heard

of a place called the hacienda?

Uh...

Yeah.

Yes, I have.

Why?

Well, I'm just wondering.

Just wondering.

Oh, heh. Did--did we ever

spend any time there together...

You and I?

Ahem. Just the, uh, just the two of us?

You and I? Mm-hmm.

At the hacienda?

Yeah. No.

Oh. Ok.

Oh! Uh...

It's all right.

[Sighs]

Thanks.

$7,000?

Can't you read? We're closed.

I know, but I need to speak to Mr. Klein about this.

Oh, all right.

[Animals bark, chirp, screech, and croak]

Woman: You guaranteed me

that once this bird got to know me,

it would talk! I've had it for 6 months,

and it hasn't even opened its beak!

I said that Clementine could talk.

I didn't say that she would!

Ok, I'm sorry. No problem.

Sorry about your inconvenience.

Silly old bitch!

Yeah! You see? Ha ha ha!

[Squawks] Silly old bitch!

What can I do for you?

According to this invoice,

I bought enough animals to fill a zoo.

$7,000-- that's ridiculous.

Merrick?

Oh, Mr. Merrick!

I didn't recognize you there.

I had this bad car accident.

Yeah, yeah. So I heard.

Sadie!

Yeah?

Close up the shop!

Oh! And take another look around

for Betty June.

Right.

Come with me.

Welcome home, sweetheart.

Welcome home! Ha ha ha!

[Squawks] Silly old bitch!

There you go, honey.

Poor old twigs.

He got hit by a car. He's lost control.

So, what did I buy for 7 grand?

A gorilla?

You don't remember?

Oh, amnesia.

I blacked out on everything before the accident.

Wow. That can be a tough one.

I'm afraid all you bought

was a lot of my time.

Some of my photographic art.

I guess-- I guess "gorilla"

wasn't too far off the Mark. [Laughs]

There was a guy named, um...

Jack Stanton.

He was doing a little chimney sweeping

with your wife.

You hired me to stake him out last Christmas.

Holiday surcharge and no lunch breaks...

It all adds up.

I sent you the contact strips new year's Eve,

then I waited for my money.

Just as I was beginning to figure

that I'd been stiffed

and I was gonna have to use a little muscle,

who shows up but Mrs. Merrick?

Mrs. Merrick? Yeah. Your wife.

She paid your bill. She's a nice lady.

I got paid, the animals got fed.

You are a private investigator?

Yeah, yeah. I paid my dues for 30 years.

You spend that long

peeping through keyholes,

you kind of lose confidence

in the human species.

[Inhales deeply]

Yeah...

Plus the hours and the food

and the bad vibes

kind of took a toll on my health.

Now I only do it to pay the rent

and feed the animals. You know?

Are you satisfied?

Case closed? Heh heh.

Uh, let me put it this way, Mr. Klein--

don't you find it a little odd

that on the same day you gave me those pictures,

my wife and I had a terrible accident?

She gets thrown out with hardly a scratch,

I wind up looking like hamburger.

What, you think she planned it? Come on!

Unless your wife was into serious acrobatics,

I'd say that your imagination

is working overtime.

You want my advice? Forget it.

Ok, so she had an affair.

You've never had an affair, Mr. Merrick?

Yeah. As a matter of fact, I did...

But I can't remember who with.

[Laughing]

That could keep a guy on his toes.

[Both laugh]

Yeah.

Uh, look, Mr. Klein...

I'd like to hire you again to find out

a little bit more about this Jack Stanton.

And I'd be glad to take your money, but...

As I don't believe in exploiting animals,

occasionally I get a little soft

and extend that code to human beings.

Look, the way I see it, you both had an affair

and now you love each other.

Great! Save your money. Forget the guy.

Kind of pretty, ain't he?

He's not my type. Ha ha ha ha!

Mr. Klein...

Don't move.

There's a snake right behind you.

[Laughs]

Oh, yeah...Betty June!

I've been looking for you!

Where you been, honey? [Kiss]

Ain't she pretty?

Sadie! Yeah?

I found Betty June!

Oh, good!

Yeah. She was in the filing cabinet.

Oh! Ha ha ha.

Oh!

No!

Oh!

[Dog barking]

[Rings doorbell]

[Door opens]

Dan?

Maybe I should continue the sessions

with the shrink.

Maybe Jeb's right--just put a lid on the past,

but what you said about the accident...

I can't let it go.

It doesn't add up.

I feel there's...

Something wrong here.

Trust your feelings.

What?

Do you love Judith?

I, uh...

I guess I do.

She's sick.

You do know that, don't you?

She's the one who needs a psychiatrist, not you.

She's a pathological liar.

She lies for the sake of lying.

In 7 years, she's never told me

the simple truth about anything.

God, Dan, it used to drive you crazy,

especially when you'd catch her in it

and she'd just coolly start spinning another one.

She thinks everybody's stupid.

She can do anything and get away with it.

She's sick.

What happened in Mexico with Stanton?

She's like a drug addict--

completely hooked on him.

And he's still around...

Believe me.

Problem is, so are you.

Dan, do you know how much you're worth?

You can't really see how beautiful it is

with the lights on.

Isn't that amazing?

If only life could be that perfect...

That still.

Oh, Dan...

Danny...

Oh, Jenny, no.

Don't. Don't do this.

We were lovers, Dan.

The hacienda?

You remember.

We were gonna get married.

We were just waiting for the right time.

Oh...

Jeb's not back till tomorrow.

Make love to me now...

Here...

Just like we used to.

I said... I said stop it.

I don't remember.

Can't you understand?

Get out.

Jenny, please...

Get out!

Hi, Jeb.

Oh, Dan.

Copying my homework?

No, no. Just, uh... Just taking a look

at what you've been doing while I've been gone,

and it looks pretty good, considering...

Yes?

Considering you have no idea

of what the fuck you're doing.

Listen, uh...

I'm--I'm just not so sure...

That I can handle it?

No, I just think we have some serious thinking to do

about what the next step is.

Hmm. That's precisely what I've been doing

the last couple of days, thinking about that.

So, uh...

If you're ready to buy out your partner,

then he's ready to sell.

Assuming we could come up with a deal.

I warn you, pal...

I'll suck your blood.

Well, like you say, Jeb,

in an unreliable world, it's nice to have

somebody who's consistent.

Jeb?

The men from the security service are here.

[Sighs]

Some Greenpeace freaks are trying to stop us

from shifting an old boat off the Marina site.

Time to go knock a few heads together.

Uh, we'll talk.

I'm really sorry, Dan. It's just that

Jeb insisted, and there was really nothing--

no sweat.

What do you want?

Caffeine and no calls.

Wait a minute, you can't just come--

Nancy, it's ok.

I guess I owe you an apology.

Oh, forget it.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you was right.

Oh, that's refreshing.

After you left the store the other night,

I gave the whole business another thought,

and the more I ran it by, the more I began figuring

maybe you wasn't so far off base.

You're a day late and a few dollars short,

Mr. Klein.

You were right...

Heh. Forget the guy.

Oh, boy... Am I in a fix.

What is the problem?

The guy!

Look, i--i did a bit of research on him.

Let's start with the accident.

You know...

Now, you was driving your car, right?

Right. Wrong.

I checked with the hospital.

There's no way

that you could have received these head injuries

if you were sitting behind the wheel of a car.

Next question-- was your wife

even in the car when it went over the edge,

or could she have been on terra firma

and given it a little nudge?

Come on, klein. She's not superman.

Yeah, but how about her and Stanton?

Nancy: How would you like your coffee?

Oh. Uh, 2 sugars--

real sugar.

And cream, preferably from a cow.

Oh, by the way,

the typeface on your IBM...

It wouldn't happen to be prestige elite

by any chance, would it?

Mm. Everybody's into courier 10 these days,

but I still use--

how'd you know that?

You got prestige elite written all over you.

I tracked Stanton down to the architect firm

he used to work for in L.A.

They don't know where he is,

but I do.

At least, I know where he was.

Right here in this office

exactly 5 1/2 hours after the accident.

A copy of a fax he sent to his boss.

"Dear Paul,

"I've finally decided to take the plunge

"and go for that job in Tokyo.

"I'm shipping out tonight,

"so don't expect to hear from me for a while.

Happy new year."

Sent from... "Merrick/scott no.04."

That's your personal fax machine--number 4.

Time sent--

8:04 A.M.,

January 1.

Typeface-- prestige elite.

I take it your wife

had a set of keys to this office, huh?

But she was in a hospital, for Christ's sake!

No, she was not.

Judith merrick

discharged herself from marin county hospital

at 6:18 A.M.

January 1...

3 1/2 hours after she was admitted.

No.

It gets worse.

Japanese immigration has got no record

of a Jack Stanton entering Japan.

Ok, he could be anywhere,

but I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts

the boy never left town.

You're worth an awful lot of money,

Mr. Merrick.

They tried to kill you once.

Why not try it again, huh?

[Shatters]

[Ominous music playing]

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello?

Hello?

[Click]

Judith: Dan?

Lydia: Mr. Merrick's taking a nap.

Judith: Any calls, Lydia?

Yeah, just one.

Said they'd call back later.

Stan someone.

Let's see...

Jack Stanton.

Did he...

Leave a number?

No. Just that he's in town.

Mrs. Merrick?

Are you all right?

Yes, Lydia.

I'm fine.

May I speak to Gus klein, please?

Sadie: Nah, he's delivering puppies.

When will he be back?

He's right here.

Let me talk to him.

I told you, he's delivering puppies!

God damn it, this is important.

Tell him Jack Stanton's in town,

he called my wife, and--

did you-- did you get all that?

Yeah. The bitch just got him.

What?

The dog just bit Gus.

Yeah, yeah, I'll tell him.

[Click]

Dan: Lydia, can I borrow your car

for a little while? My battery's dead.

Lydia: Sure, Mr. Merrick.

The keys are under the seat.

[Dramatic music playing]

[Tires screeching]

[Music swelling]

[Clatter]

[Sloshing]

[Crying]

[Water dripping]

[Straining]

[Grunts]

[Clangs]

[Slams, echoes]

[Gagging]

[Telephone rings]

Lydia: Merrick residence?

Woman: Hi, this is Laura at demo's pharmacy.

Just wanted to let you know that

Mr. Merrick's prescription is ready to be picked up.

That's not for us, twigs.

Patience, honey. Patience.

[Birds squawking]

Klein: Can't keep firemouth with green terror

when they're spawning.

The rival females try to kill each other.

Oh, yeah...

I did a little checking on that old shipwreck.

Interesting.

It seems you guys are going to have

quite a battle to get rid of it.

Yeah. So, did you get any, uh, phone calls?

Sure. I had a great morning.

I reread all of animal farm.

Did you ever read animal farm, Mr. Merrick?

Yeah, sure. George orwell.

Mr. Orwell's simple tale of animals rising up

against their human oppressors.

Boy, would I sing to see that really happen.

Take your ship, for instance.

Do know what your guys are gonna do with it?

They're gonna tow it a mile out of U.S. waters

and sink the sucker!

The fact that it's full of toxic waste

doesn't seem to bother anybody,

except, of course, the fish.

But fish don't buy condos,

so who gives a shit?

Judith on tape: Hello?

Man: Is this Judith merrick of 114 summit way?

Yes.

This is western union in San Rafael.

We have a telegram for you

from a Jack Stanton.

Do you want me to read it, or should i--

yes, read it.

"Unable to reach you on the phone

"without interference.

"Imperative I see you today.

"Send telegram

care of general delivery, San Francisco."

Signed, "Jack."

[Click]

Dan.

Jenny.

I have to talk to you.

There's something I have to find out.

Is Stanton in town?

Yeah. He's been trying to reach Judith.

I knew it.

Judith came over to see me on some pretext,

or rather, doing her "best friend" routine.

She's trying to find out how much I know.

She's ready to make her move, Dan.

She's got you right where she wants you,

like a child--

no memory, no history.

Why...

Jenny, please.

My god, this is so crazy.

Well, she won't get away with it.

Aah!

Uhh! Oh, jeez.

Did you get my fax from L.A.?

Oh, yeah.

Listen, tomorrow night,

soon as I get back into town,

we sit down, dinner, we hammer out a deal.

Ok, ok, but what are we doing with this shipwreck?

Done! We dump it tomorrow.

Oh, do me a favor. Keep your hands off

the office machines, huh?

Nancy: Dan,

it's Mr. Klein on line 2.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Merrick? It's Gus klein.

Be outside in 2 minutes.

Get ready for some action.

Why? What happened?

[Click]

Aw...sorry.

Nancy, do me a favor and get a hold of, uh...

What's-his-name down in site clearance?

Abe? Abe, yeah.

Give him a call and, uh, tell him

to hold off moving that old shipwreck tomorrow.

[Dramatic music playing]

Klein: You drive. I got to work.

What's up?

This. Come on.

Let's get this machine on the road.

Golden gate.

Judith: Jack Stanton,

care of general delivery,

San Francisco.

Man: And the message?

"Dear Jack,

"I was surprised to hear from you.

"If you're in some kind of trouble,

"I'll try and help.

"But please understand,

"my husband and I are together again.

"I'll meet you today, 5 P.M.,

at our hotel."

[Tape recorder turned off]

Klein: "At our hotel..."

The hacienda, right?

[Shuts engine off]

Klein: My guess is, whatever they're up to,

they're up to in the bedroom.

Uh, I'll follow them and plant this outside,

so we can monitor them from the car.

Hey.

Uh-huh.

[Camera shutter clicking]

What the fuck am I doing?

I'm looking through a lens.

Ok, so now where's Romeo?

That's what he looked like 9 months ago.

Same location.

The same lens.

Great.

Hey...

I was there, too, Dan.

A long time ago.

You were married?

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

When it ended, I was-- I was walking around,

feeling like I was a package of broken glass.

Nice car.

Yeah, yeah.

1968 dodge coronet.

212-thousand miles.

Its original engine.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Klein: All right.

Yep, that's our boy.

Ok...

You stay here.

He's coming back out.

Start her up, Dan.

Klein: Roll it.

Ooh, hey.

You gonna open it?

Not unless you got the key--it's padlocked.

Well, how the hell did he get through?

I don't know.

[Engine revs]

You ok?

Look what that son of a bitch has done to my car!

Hey...

Klein: Take it easy!

This car's an antique!

You're telling me-- it drives like one!

Jesus!

You're gonna break her to pieces!

Klein: Oh, no! Slow down, will you?

Well, get out of his way!

Ok, you bastard,

you want it, you'll get it!

For Christ's sake, Dan!

Aw, fuck him!

Oh, my god, we're done!

Oh, my...

Oh, look.

Look at this.

Oh...

[Groaning]

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

[Inhales]

Hey, I'm really sorry, Gus.

I'll make it up to you.

Time for the cops, huh?

Yeah.

But first I want to talk to Judith on my own.

You understand.

I just hope she does.

No, no, I'm not talking revenge.

I'm talking about the woman

who nursed me back to health.

I just don't understand...

I don't know...

Why.

Spare yourself the pain.

I spent years trying to figure out

what went wrong.

Got me nowhere.

I still need to talk to her, Gus.

Yeah...

Just in case.

Mm.

[Thunder]

[Clock ticking]

[Thunder]

[Ominous music playing]

[Engine shuts off]

[Car door opens]

[Clatter downstairs]

[Footsteps]

[Climbing stairs]

[Cocks gun]

Freeze.

Don't move.

Jesus.

There is no Stanton.

You shot him.

You were drunk, Dan.

At the Scotts' party, we had a fight.

I made you take me home.

Then you went really crazy.

I ran upstairs and locked myself in

and called Stanton for help.

He came over, and you...

We got rid of the body,

then we had the accident.

No, I don't believe it.

Dan, I tried to keep it from you,

but you hired that damn detective again!

I had to play Stanton

to convince him that Stanton's still alive.

You tried to kill me today!

The shots I fired at you two

were only meant to scare you.

Don't you see?

We had to get klein off the trail.

What, am I going crazy here?

I saw both of you go in that hotel.

You saw me go in.

I got changed,

and then I went out the back door,

where I had the Porsche parked.

You dressed up like Stanton,

and you almost killed me.

Now you're telling me that I killed Stanton.

Wait a minute.

"Before the accident." That's what you said?

Yeah.

You fucking liar! Aah!

Jack Stanton was alive and well

and in my office, sending a fax

5 hours after the accident!

That was me! I sent the fax

to make believe

Stanton was still alive.

Why did you think I checked out

of the hospital so goddamn fast?

To start covering for you.

The first morning,

paying Stanton's bill at the hacienda,

sending the fax,

hiding his Porsche in the garage...

And not knowing if you were dead or alive,

but praying and, god, working

to protect you if you were alive.

I love you, Dan.

Haven't you learned that much by now?

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.

Nothing.

But then you brought back klein.

Don't you see?

You hired someone

to find out that you're a murderer.

You hired somebody

to send you to the gas chamber.

W-W-Why--

why didn't you tell me any of this before?

In the hospital?

"Hi, Dan, I brought you some roses.

Oh, and by the way, you're a murderer."

Dan, I was trying to protect you...

To protect you from your own memory.

I wanted a new start, for both of us.

I wish to god I'd died in that accident.

Oh, don't say that.

We're in this together.

We have to get out of here--tonight.

Somebody out there knows that Stanton's dead.

The phone call, the first telegram--

that wasn't me. That was somebody else.

Somebody who--

who?

I don't know.

But whoever it is,

they're trying to play a rotten game with us.

Oh, I started to panic.

I went down to the wreck where you--

well, there's not much left now.

Only...

Oh, thank god,

tomorrow they're finally dumping that wreck

and what's in it.

Judith...

I put a hold on that ship.

I told them not to move it.

How the hell was I supposed to know what was in it?

Jesus Christ!

Ok, we have to move now.

You throw whatever we need into a suitcase.

We can arrange for money to be sent to us

when we get there. I'll get the Porsche

back to the garage and pick up the Mercedes.

No, I'm coming with you.

Dan, we don't have time. When I get back,

we have to be ready to leave.

You do the packing and write a note to Lydia.

It can't look as if we're running.

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Click]

[Creaking]

[Breathing heavily]

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello?

This is Jenny. I want you to come over.

There's something you have to know.

I can't tell you over the phone.

It has to be one on one.

I can't. Listen...

If you don't come over right now,

I'm calling the police.

Dan: Jenny!

Jenny!

Jenny, it's me, Dan!

Jenny, open the god damn door!

Jenny?

Hey...

[Footsteps]

I--i got a call from Jenny.

She told me to come over.

I found her like this.

Yeah, I monitored the call.

Sit down.

You're not going anywhere.

I had a little talk with the, uh,

valet parking man at the hacienda.

He told me... The guy in the Porsche

wasn't a guy at all.

What do you mean?

Where is she?

Who?

Oh, come on.

I don't know. She--she left.

Right.

In Stanton's Porsche.

Hmm. I was watching.

So where does that leave Mr. Stanton?

How the hell should I know?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Really?

Well...

For what it's worth,

my guess is,

whatever's left of him

is rotting in that old shipwreck.

You see, Mr. Merrick,

my guess is that you killed him

the night I sent you the pictures,

the night you had the accident.

My guess is,

your wife's been covering up for you all along.

And my guess is,

Jenny Scott somehow put the pieces together

and was threatening to go to the cops.

I didn't kill Jenny.

What about Stanton?

Maybe I did. Maybe that's the block

the doctors are talking about.

Maybe I'm a raving psychopath,

but I can't remember!

I can't turn a blind eye to murder.

I'm not asking you to.

I'm just asking you to give me a chance

to let me remember what happened.

Let me go inside that ship--please.

Woman on phone: Sheriff's department?

Give me lieutenant Lacey.

Oh, for god's sake, Gus.

If I did it, I'll pay for it.

I'm not gonna run. You can put me away.

Put me in a straitjacket, the gas chamber,

but at least give me a chance

to remember what the fuck it is I've done!

Yeah, this is Lacey.

Send a car to 1134 lagunda coast highway.

Who is this?

There's been a murder.

Who's calling?

Hello?

Hello?

Let's go.

[Thunder]

[Sirens wailing]

Jesus!

We're gonna get a disease.

[Coughing]

Come on.

Thanks.

[Rumbling]

[Ominous music playing]

[Door creaks]

[Creaks]

Klein: Anything there?

It's Stanton.

It's me.

Dan merrick.

It's Dan merrick.

Oh, god!

This is insane.

You must be...

Jack Stanton.

[Music swells]

Oh!

Jack Stanton.

I'm Jack Stanton.

What happened?

You must try and remember what happened.

Don't back off.

Come on. Come on.

What happened?

Try and remember.

Oh, Jack.

I love you.

I love you.

Klein: Who killed Dan merrick?

You've got to remember. Come on!

Who killed him?

She called me--

she called me at the hacienda.

Judith: For god's sake, Jack, come quick.

Dan's crazy.

He's drunk.

Help me.

Jack, help me.

Help me.

Move it.

Klein: You must remember.

Who killed Dan merrick?

Who killed him?

Dan: I said open the door now!

Judith: No!

Judith!

No!

Get out!

You little whore.

You were fucking that bastard.

I love him!

You'll never see him again, you little slut!

Get away from me.

I'm going to kill you!

Dan!

You're gonna pay for what you've done to me!

Judith, don't!

Uhh!

Oh, god.

We gotta do something.

Call the police.

Oh, no, Jack. Listen to me--

[crying] No, you got to help me, please.

They'll lock me up, throw me in jail.

Without you, I'll die.

It was Judith.

Whew!

Thank god.

[Tires screech]

You were right. She was driving.

I'd been drinking that night.

I'd left my wallet in the hotel.

She drove.

Klein: Whose idea was the ship?

Dan had told her about it.

She figured the chemicals would dissolve the body.

Bad guess.

It's formaldehyde.

It's the best preservative

known to man. [Laughs]

Then the accident...

We head for Mexico now, tonight.

Judith, what do you mean "we"?

Of course we. We're in this together.

We can't go loping off into the sunset.

Now you listen to me.

I'm not going to spend the rest of my life--

with me? Jack, you have to.

You're part of this now.

You planned it this way from the beginning--

no, Jack, I didn't plan it,

but it happened. Now you have no choice.

I do! I'll let the cops sort this out.

I'll take my chances. No!

I am out of your life. Do you understand me?

Oh, Jack, don't say that.

You can't just throw me away like that!

Jesus Christ, Judith!

What the fuck are you doing?

[Tires screech]

Aaah!

Unh! Aah!

You ok?

I guess I gotta call you Jack now, huh? [Laughs]

Come on. Let's get out of here.

[Thunder, gunshot]

Uhh.

[Grunts]

Gus!

Gus?

[Gunshots]

So now you know.

You're insane!

Gus!

I had to do it. Gus!

He and Jenny were the only ones who knew.

[Music swells]

He's gone!

Oh! Gus!

Come with me.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

We got to get him some help.

Judith, for Christ's sake!

He's dying down there.

[Gunshot]

I didn't want to hurt you.

Let's go, Jack.

It's a long ride.

[Ominous music playing]

[Tires screech]

Judith. Judith!

Judith: Jenny blew it.

She soon found out you weren't Dan.

Your smell, your hands,

the lines on your palms.

She was going to the police.

I had to kill her.

After the accident,

when the doctors told me,

"your husband is in a deep coma,"

I knew it was crazy,

but I really had no choice.

[Sobbing] Oh, my god.

What I went through to make all this come true.

When we first met,

it was as if I'd always known you.

Remember?

Yes, I remember.

Don't! Uhh!

Cop on loudspeaker: This is the California highway patrol.

Pull to the side--

ok, Judith, it's all over now.

Because of a gun?

Pull over to the shoulder!

I said stop the car!

Pull to the shoulder! I repeat--

forget Mexico.

I've got a better idea.

[Engine revs, tires screech]

Aah!

[Helicopter blades whipping]

You all right?

Gus.

How--how the hell did you--

I got my own tank.

You want a shot?

You all right, Mr. Merrick?

[Music playing]

Let's go, Dan.

Come on.

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