All language subtitles for Manhattan.Murder.Mystery.1993.1080p.WEBRip.DD2.0.x264-NTb

Come on, you promised to sit through the
entire hockey game without being bored,

and I'll sit through the Wagner
opera with you next week.

I already bought the earplugs.

Yeah, well with your eyesight I'm
surprised you can see the puck.

Yay. All right!

God, I can't wait to get into
bed and stretch out.

- You know there's a Bob Hope movie on television later.
- I know.

Can you believe this guy in Indiana?
Killed 12 victims, dismembered and ate them.

- Really? Yeah? It's an alternative lifestyle.
- Yeah. I'll say.

- Hold the elevator!
- We're coming.

- Hold the elevator.
- That's all right.

Oh, I see you at
the gym sometimes.

- Oh you do?
- Yeah we live in the apartment down the hall.

Oh, well I go whenever I have
the discipline.

It's important to put that
time in. Does wonders.

- Oh, God yeah, I agree...
- Exercising changed my life. Just...

I prefer to atrophy.
I'm not a big exercise person.

We bought
a treadmill last week.

Well, we had one.
But we got rid of it because it was taking up space.

Especially as you have to turn it on and get
on it once in a while. That was her problem...

It's so confusing with all those
buttons and computerized programs.

- I'm just never going to get that.
- I know, I know.

- It was so wonderful meeting you...
- Well, yeah.

- You never meet your neighbors.
- Isn't it funny?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Such a lovely couple.

- Oh, say... Hello?
- Yeah?

Listen, why don't you come for a second and
have a drink with us? We'd just love that.

- Oh, well, that'd be fine.
- She makes great Irish coffee.

- Please.
- There's a movie on television I want to watch.

- Give me a treadmill lesson.
- About the tread...

Oh, listen, if I can figure it out,
then believe me, anybody can.

I don't know what I'm doing.
Let's look at this wonderful book they've given me.

- Now, I'm at level five.
- What? You're that advanced?

- Well I work out all the time. Look at these diagrams.
- That's amazing.

- I can't understand this even.
- Let me see.

Yeah, well. See this?

Now, let me show you
a mint 1933 airmail.

Very rare and very beautiful.
Look at that.

And this plate block is quite unique
because it has a flaw in the engraving.

See if you can see it.

- It's hard for me.
- I'll give you a hint. In the corner.

- That tiny thing?
- Yeah. That makes it quite valuable, you see.

I just got a commemorative set of issues
that are gonna be quite valuable, too.

Look at the color. These are
gonna become a real...

- We're probably keeping you up.
- Oh, no, this is wonderful.

- I think I should be going.
- What do you do if I may ask?

- Me? I'm in book publishing.
I work up at Harper's.

Are you really? I own an old
cinema. Having it redone.

Used to have a string of
three, but you know,

business is not what it used to be.
Now look at these presidentials.

Even the perforations are
still intact.

- Where's Carol? I should really be going.
- Oh, really?

- Coffee's ready.
- Coffee, I forgot coffee...

Good, we can get back
to this later. Come on in.

We never had any children
but it's easy to empathize.

- What college does your son attend?
- Brown.

Nice color.

Paul never attended college.
He's self-made.

Always regretted it.
I think knowledge is the second most important thing.

First is health.
Then knowledge. Then money.

- It's amazing how time just...
- And do you work?

- Do I?
- Yes.

Well, actually I used to work at an ad agency,
but that was many years ago.

But I've been seriously thinking
of starting a little restaurant.

- Really?
- But Larry is trying to talk me out of it.

She's a great cook, though, really.
Her duck and fennel omelet on a bed of scallops

in hollandaise sauce with
truffles and sweetbreads

will make you snap into a fetal position
and lay in bed screaming for a month.

He loves to tease me. But actually,
he really loves exotic food.

My weakness is any rich dessert.
Cream, butter, anything with fat.

I'll fix a dessert that'll make your eyes roll.
You'll have to exercise for a month.

- We're going to Le Cirque for our anniversary.
- Really?

- 28 years in November.
- Really?

What do you buy the woman who
buys everything?

We already have twin
cemetery plots.

Well, I always think a Bentley
is in good taste.

On our 20th, I got her
some lovely handkerchiefs.

- They had my initials on them.
- Very high-class.

And I didn't even
know her size.

Jesus,
couldn't you keep the conversation going longer?

- I was signaling you.
- I was trying to be neighborly.

Neighborly?
If this guy showed me his stamps one more time...

My favorite thing is to look
at canceled postage.

Come on. It was sweet.
They're looking forward to their anniversary.

I'm looking forward to that Bob Hope movie.
I don't know why it's on so late.

- Do you think that will happen to us?
- What?

That we'll become like them. Just another dull,
aging couple with our walks...

We are a dull,
aging couple.

...our TV, our lox and bagels
and our twin cemetery plots?

We should be as lucky.
To be in their shape at their age.

Did you see the dumbbells
this guy lifts?

If I lifted them I'd get a hernia
the size of the San Andreas Fault.

How often do you think they
make love?

Probably more than we do, in
their shape.

I'm sure as much as
once a week.

- Larry?
- God, I'm exhausted. What?

Do you still
find me attractive?

What kind of question is that?
Of course I do.

Are we turning into a pair
of comfortable old shoes?

Never comfortable.
Don't you worry about that.

- How you guys doing?
- Fine.

- We're gonna get this one.
- That's nice.

Are we seeing you
at Elaine's Thursday?

No, Thursday's our
Wagner opera.

- Ted's coming to Elaine's.
- How is Ted?

- He seems to be doing well...
- No, I don't think he's...

Come on, he's not doing well
at all. He's not used to it.

I think he looks like
he's glad...

- So what you want to do? You guys gonna browse?
- We're going to a movie.

- We're seeing Double Indemnity
- Come with us.

- What do you think?
- It starts in a little while.

I'd have the police after her so
fast it'd make her head spin.

They'd put her through the wringer.
And brother, the things they would squeeze out.

They haven't got
a single thing to go on.

Not too much. Just 26 years experience
and this hunk of concrete in my stomach.

That movie was great,
wasn't it?

It's one of my favorites.
They were wonderful.

Who could we fix Ted up with?
There must be somebody in your office.

I always thought Ted
had a crush on you.

- Me?
- Why are you so stunned?

I mean adore him,
but he's like a girlfriend.

Now he's divorced, you know?

Do I detect
a note of jealousy?

- I had to come and call 911.
- What's the trouble?

- Is that the EMS?
- What's going on?

- She had a heart attack.
- Oh, my God.

- She's dead.
- She's dead?

They're giving Mr.
House a sedative.

She was the
picture of health.

- I called EMS, but it was too late.
- We just met her last night.

- Awful, just awful.
- What happened?

It was a classic coronary.
She went like that.

- Boy.
- Can we do anything?

You can be good neighbors.
We've calmed him down.

The first time we saw them was
last night. We just met them.

- They invited us in for coffee.
- Such a nice lady.

Sweet person.

- God, okay.
- You look wonderful.

- Oh, hello.
- Hi.

- Hi, Mr. House. So sorry.
- Thank you for those flowers.

- It was nice.
- Sure.

- Lf there's anything we can do...
- Anything.

It's just such a shock.
It was just so sudden.

- She seemed so healthy.
- She had a heart condition.

She did?
She never mentioned it.

- Well, she wouldn't have.
- No. Right. Well...

- lf there's anything we can do.
- Anything.

If you're lonely, come by.
Whatever.

- You owe me a French dessert.
- I haven't forgotten. Believe me.

- Have a nice time. You're gussied up.
- We're going to the opera.

- Enjoy.
- My favorite.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Come, we're gonna be late.

The deal was,
I sit through the game and you watch the opera.

I can't listen to that much Wagner.
I start to get the urge to conquer Poland.

I think it's weird. One night she's having coffee,
and the next she's dead?

I know.
And she did not look like she was ready to go.

Maybe he killed her.
Like he's got a young tootsie.

No, not this guy. He gets his jollies from
licking the backs of postage stamps

I can see that. Depending on
who is on the stamp.

She never mentioned she had a
heart condition.

Well, what is she gonna say?
"Hello, I have a bad heart."

She told me about
her hysterectomy.

It's easier to talk about a
hysterectomy than a heart condition.

She liked desserts.
Is that what you said?

So she had one too many.

No! She wasn't on a diet.
We discussed diets.

- She wasn't on a diet.
- This is a great way to kill somebody.

- How?
- You clog their arteries...

...with whipped cream,
chocolate mousse, butter. They go like that.

- That's great.
- Disgusting, but...

I love it.

- Wouldn't that be great?
- I'd like to pastry myself to death.

- I'll help you.
- I would.

I'd like another
piece of pie, after this.

Are you gonna start a restaurant?
Are you serious?

- You're a great cook.
- Count me in. I want to be part of it.

- Really.
- Really?

No. I don't know.
Are you serious?

- It'd be wonderful.
- What are you encouraging her for?

She's a great cook.

Thanks to you. It was his idea.
The cooking lessons, I mean.

A restaurant is serious business you can't take lightly.

- You can't be cavalier.
- I'm not being cavalier.

Do you know how time-consuming it is?
You have to be there every night...

- Wait. Look.
- They steal from you if...

- It's what I do.
- She'll cook. She's great. She's a pro.

She'll be cooking.
I'll be running the joint like Rick in Casablanca.

- Might as well get paid for it.
- I'm serious.

- It's serious.
- I'll be the first customer.

I was thinking of fixing
Ted up with Helen Dubin.

Then I figured they would get
into an argument over penis envy.

The poor guy suffers
from it so.

Did he seem a little too
cheerful?

He seemed like his regular
self to me.

But when you brought up the
restaurant, the guy lit up.

The restaurant?

He sees himself as Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca.

I see him as Peter Lorre,
wringing his hands.

I mean, Mr. House.
Didn't he seem a little too cheerful to you?

Our next-door widower?

Yes, I mean, didn't he seem too
composed for a man whose wife just died?

What do you want him to do?
Walk down the street sobbing?

All I know is they were supposedly
looking forward to their anniversary...

If I dropped dead, wouldn't
you sob for months or years...

Don't make those jokes.
I don't like them.

I'm the guy who needs
a physical checkup.

I don't know. To me he seemed
a little too perky. You know?

Suddenly, he wants his desserts and,
"Have a nice time at the opera."

And, "We're certainly dressed up."
This guy should be a wreck.

Right. Meanwhile, I can't get The Flying
Dutchman theme out of my mind.

Remind me tomorrow to buy all the Wagner
records in town and rent a chain saw.

Helen Dubin's wrong for Ted.
She's too mousy.

He's a little mousy.
They can have rodent time and eat cheese together.

Oh, Christ.

Hello?

Yes. Yes,
yes, of course, you woke us.

Not everybody is up at 1:00
in the morning watching porn.

I'll put her on.
Ted. For you.

Ted, hi.

I figured out how he made it
look like a coronary.

He gagged her and tied her
to the treadmill,

and turned it up
to Olympic levels.

No, no. You know, I mean,
I just think this guy is too perky.

You know? I mean, he's not acting like
a man whose beloved of 28 years died...

Are you onto that?
I thought you were joking.

- Yeah, I know...
- Let me speak to him.

What? Here.
Just a sec. Here's Larry.

Listen, she was not murdered.

It was a coronary, there was a doctor there.
He was an old man...

Do you know
he's a real doctor?

I'm not gonna touch that.
I want to go to sleep.

Wait a minute.
Put Carol back on.

I called about something else.

Listen, I know a great
location for a restaurant.

Look at this.
Isn't this great?

- It's dark.
- Aren't these walls great?

- Like you go through a cave.
- I see.

- Then you come out to this.
- Look at this.

- It's beautiful.
- Isn't it great?

- It's out of the way for a restaurant.
- No. That's the appeal.

It's so romantic,
tucked away back here like this.

You don't want street trade.

You want a spot people hear about and lovers go to.

- It takes months to get a reservation.
- You thought this out.

I came here with Julie
when we were married.

Used to walk around here.

- Really beautiful at night.
- I bet.

I'd think, "Why are we here?
We don't love each other."

It made
the moment doubly poignant.

Hi. How are you?

These are my "floating islands."
I hope you like meringue.

- I love it. Come on in.
- Well, okay.

- Unbelievable.
- I know...

- Did you do this?
- I did.

I told you.
Anyway, this is vanilla sauce.

- I put chocolate truffles...
- Share it.

- She made these for you.
- It's too much.

- I'll make coffee.
- I'll make it.

- Let me make it.
- You've done so much.

I insist. Sit down. Relax.
Enjoy yourself.

- Aren't you nice.
- You've been through enough.

- How're you holding up?
- I don't know.

I was thinking after a while, I'd get away.
This place and its memories.

- You have someone to go with, or...
- A brother in Florida.

I'm hoping he can get away.
Do you like snorkeling?

No.
I get nervous when brightly colored fish stare at me.

- I've got stamps to show you.
- Stamps? Well.

Look at these.

Okay.

Coffee. Is that here?

- This is delicious. You are an artist.
- Well, thanks very much.

Was it a large funeral?

Oh, no. We had a few friends.
No family.

Right. Just a simple affair.
They're the best, aren't they?

- Yeah.
- I guess. Anyway, then you're laid to rest and...

You know, I was just... Where
are the twin cemetery plots?

We were thinking that that was just
such a romantic idea. Weren't we, Larry?

Remember when we talked about the twin
cemetery plots and how romantic that is?

Remember?

Yes. Yes. We were. Spending
eternity with the beloved.

- I sound like one of those guys.
- Yes.

Yeah, but I was just wondering,
where is the cemetery?

Oh, it's in Nyack.

We used to summer
there occasionally.

What was that about twin cemetery plots?
We never discussed it at all.

I knew you were trying to tell me something,
so I picked up on it quickly.

I was in
the kitchen making the coffee.

There were no beans,
so I was looking in his cupboards.

And I came across this urn, okay?
And I opened it and there were ashes in it.

- Ashes? Did you wash your hands?
- He had her cremated!

How did you know it was her?
Did they resemble Mrs. House?

- Who else would it be?
- Anybody.

Could be a relative.
His accountant. His cat.

- Right. Hidden? Hidden away?
- What do you mean?

The guy didn't do anything.

All I know is, he lied.
Okay? He lied.

Maybe he's embarrassed. Maybe he didn't
want to spend eternity next to the beloved.

So he told us that. You know,
what's the difference?

- Who are you calling?
- Ted.

Oh Jesus.

Leave the guy alone. He's a poor widower.
He wants to go on a vacation or something.

Yeah? Where? I know where.
Snorkeling, right?

So what?
He has fun sitting at the bottom of the water with squid.

I know.
I know. What about this?

- What if they had a big insurance policy?
- Too much Double Indemnity.

Hi. Yeah. Hi, it's me.

Listen, we were just in our neighbor's apartment, right?

Get this. I came across
an urn with ashes in it.

Only, he says he
had his wife buried.

That's what you do
if you don't want an autopsy.

You don't want something discovered.
Like poison.

Right. They'd have detected poison,
wouldn't they?

I don't know.
There are a lot of exotic poisons.

But why would he lie?
Why would he lie at all?

You guys are slipping
into a mad obsession.

Would you do that?
I'm not good at that kind of thing.

All right. Okay.
Well, I'll talk to you later. Okay, bye.

- Could we go to bed now?
- I'm not tired.

- What do you mean?
- Ted's gonna call the funeral home tomorrow.

I don't know why you're not
fascinated with this.

We could be living next to a
murderer.

New York's a melting pot.
Get used to it.

Oh, my God.

Hey, are you okay?

Larry. Larry, I heard a noise.
I heard a noise in the hall. So I looked, and

- I think Mr. House was getting on the elevator.
- You sure?

I'm almost
certain it was him.

So what? It's not a crime.
He can get on the elevator.

- Who would at 1:30 a.m.?
- I was in a deep sleep. What's the difference?

You know how we complain about the geriatric floor?
That joke?

So it was him. He got on the elevator.
It's not a felony. He's entitled.

Can you go back to bed?
This is crazy.

- I gotta get up early tomorrow.
- I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna ring his apartment,
see if he's home.

- Now?
- Yes, because this is really...

- What?
- It's very sus...

Don't ring. What are you
doing? Don't!

Don't ring Mr. House. He's a widower.
Leave him alone. You're crazy. Stop!

- So you saw him. It's not a crime.
- He's not there.

- Give me this.
- What are you doing?

If you want to find out who left,
call downstairs.

- I'll call. Keep ringing.
- I'm gonna keep ringing.

What's gotten into you?

Where is this guy
at 1:30 a.m.?

It's not your business.
He can go any place he wants.

Hello? Yes, hello.
This is Mrs. Lipton. Yes.

Did anybody just leave
the building? I'm just...

You're sure? You're sure no one...?
No, okay. All right. Yes. Thank you.

- Are you happy? Can we go to bed?
- I don't get it.

You're making a mystery
where nothing exists.

Okay, I got it. Wait. I know it.
No, wait. Listen to me. Larry, listen.

- He got on the elevator. Wait. Listen!
- I'm gonna go to sleep.

I don't want to stand here.

He got on the elevator
and took it to the basement.

Great. So what?
Now what've you got?

He has a car and the garage
key. He opened...

- So what? So what?
- What do you mean, "So what?"

He went out in the night
and took his car someplace.

All right.
So I'm right, though.

So you're right. So big deal.
This "right" is gonna put us in the toilet.

It says more
about you than him.

- What about your rigidity? How about that point?
- Get into bed.

What's wrong with you?

Hi.

Jack? Could you come upstairs today?
I got a leak in the kitchen.

- Well, yeah. Sure.
- Well, but it will be this afternoon?

- I'll be back in a minute.
- A minute.

- Wait a second. I'll be right back.
- Yeah, okay. All right.

Hello?

Ted, I'm in his apartment.

The urn is missing. It's gone.
Yeah, I think it might have been.

He had this satchel last night.
That might have been what he had in it.

I'd get out of
there if I were you.

No, no, no. Go.
We'll talk more from your apartment.

He's not going snorkeling
with his brother.

He's got two tickets to Paris and
reservations at the Georges V Hotel

with a woman
named Helen Moss.

- Hi. How are you?
- How are you?

Good. You got the notice
on the maintenance increase?

When did that happen?

I'm gonna see what
else I can dig up.

Yeah. I'm telling you, this is just,
I'm just dizzy with freedom.

This is the craziest thing
I've ever done.

Yes, it's crazy. But soon we'll be too
old to do anything crazy. Go. Leave.

Hello.

Oh, hi. Yeah.

I know, l...
Yes, I miss you too.

I did.
I made all the arrangements.

Yeah, look, l...
Okay, I have to run.

But I'll see you later, okay?

Okay.

Extension five.

Keep ringing,
would you please?

Because I just talked to her.

What?

Okay.

Would you tell her...?
Yes, tell her that Tom called.

Tom.

Thank you.

Your rewrites were great.
You helped your book. It's dense, but...

I don't want it to be
too transparent...

You'll never have to worry
about that.

This book makes Finnegan's
Wake look like airplane reading.

- But it's long...
- You're the only editor I take suggestions from,

but you shouldn't push it.

I'm not pushing. The book is absolutely great.
You know, but...

How much of Dorothy is you?

As I read, I kept thinking,
how much did you base on your life?

Well, I was a waitress.

I lived with a poet.
I was a film critic.

But not a blackjack dealer?

No, but I put myself through
school playing poker.

- Really, do you still play?
- No, but I still know how.

Yes? Are you good?
Maybe you could give me pointers.

I could turn your game
around in two hours.

Could you? That's great.
That's, you know...

You have all these skills and you're
beautiful and you can write so well,

and you play poker.
It's too good to be true.

I wouldn't say beautiful.
- Oh, I would.

But I do have
tremendous sex appeal.

Okay. You sold me.

Are you seeing anybody?

No. Don't let my confidence fool you.
It's a facade. Why do you ask?

I have a friend who became single recently,
and he would get a kick out of you.

Oh. So when do you
want your poker lessons?

Next week.
I could take you to lunch.

We could, I'll put you on my expense
account and you could teach me

when to bet or fold.

How about
a cheeseburger right now?

Now?
That's a possibility. You know, we could...

Hello?
Yes.

Where are you?

Is everything okay?

Really?

No, I could. Sure. I could.

Yeah. I need, you know,
five minutes or so. Okay.

Yes, I know where it is.
Okay, hold on.

I can't do it. My wife.
I have a thing I have to do.

I'll do the cheeseburger
with you next week.

Story of my life.

You snuck into his apartment?
Are you nuts?

- Stop being a fuddy-dud.
- A fuddy-dud?

What are you talking about?
That's a crime.

That's breaking and entering.
What has gotten into you lately? For crying out loud,

save a little
craziness for menopause.

I took the key
and I let myself in.

Hey, look, you'll wind up
rooming with John Gotti.

You can't just steal a key and
go into somebody's apartment.

He's not going snorkeling
with his brother.

I don't want to
be an accessory.

He's going to Paris with a woman named Helen Moss.

- Tell Ted. I don't want to know.
- I did.

- You told Ted before me?
- Yeah, he's more open-minded.

I know. I'm a bore. I don't break the law.
I live within the Constitution.

- Plus, he got rid of the urn.
- I don't want to hear.

- He talked on the phone with a woman.
- How do you know?

- He came back while I was there.
- He did?

- I hid under the bed.
- Under his bed?

He didn't see me, Larry.
He didn't see me at all.

I cannot believe this.
My stomach is curdling.

He was very lovey-dovey
with this kind of bimbo.

He kept saying stuff like, "Don't worry.
It'll be all right. We'll be together."

- What if he found you?
- I couldn't think that far ahead.

That far ahead?
You're talking two seconds.

Yeah,
but Larry, listen to this.

He called this woman back.
Probably this Helen Moss.

I don't want to know.

And when he calls her back,
she's not there.

Then he leaves
this message and says:

"Tell her Tom called."
You know what I'm saying? Tom!

I get it. His name is Paul.
But I don't care. I don't want to hear.

I thought I did a great job,
and so did Ted.

A private eye
couldn't have done better.

I put everything back where I found it.
I was careful. I made one mistake.

- What?
- I left my reading glasses on his table.

I thought I'd bring chocolate mousse.
I know you enjoyed the last dessert.

I thought I'd give you another
something delicious.

Do you want me to serve that?
You should while it's fresh.

- We can all have some.
- That'd be great.

- I'll get plates.
- Good.

- That's great.
- Over here. I put them here somewhere.

How are you doing in there?
You need any help?

- No, I'm fine. I'll be right in.
- Okay, great.

No. You're going
to ruin everything.

What are you doing?

- Are you okay? Can we do anything?
- Coffee or tea?

- I'd like some tea.
- You know, I found your glasses.

- Mine?
- Are these yours?

- Yes! No, no, no.
- Those aren't yours. These ones are...

- They are mine.
- What a coincidence.

- I think the other night I left them.
- I didn't notice.

It was the strangest thing.
You thought I left them at your mother's house.

- Of course.
- That mousse looks fabulous.

- I love mousse.
- Thank you.

Are you looking
forward to snorkeling?

Very much. It's funny. I found
those glasses under my bed.

I must have dropped them
and they got kicked under.

- They were...
- She drops things and kicks them around.

- Mousse?
- I'd love some.

Remember when you kicked
mousse under the bed?

- I remember.
- Took six months to get...

- Sorry I'm late. The traffic's murder.
- I know. Where are we going?

I looked up Helen Moss in the phone book.
It was "H. Moss."

It's Bank Street.
We're going to do surveillance.

I got a whole lot of food.
It's great.

- There's her house.
- Right. So we just sit and wait? Okay.

Maybe he thought if he divorced her,
she'd hit him for alimony.

- Maybe she controls the family fortune.
- Yeah. Maybe we're wrong, Ted.

Maybe she died of natural
causes like the doctor said,

and we're just two people with hyperactive
imaginations whose lives need adrenaline.

- Does yours? Mine needs something.
- What's that?

Jelly donuts.
You want a jelly donut?

- Come on. You gotta get into it.
- Okay.

- Oh, my God. Look. Look!
- What? What?

- Helen! Helen! Duck, duck!
- Ted! Oh, God.

Helen!

- It's not her.
- It's not her?

No, it's not her.

- What?
- Oh, God.

You really have
this worked out, don't you?

I figured she'd come out
and go to work.

Maybe she doesn't work.
Maybe she's like you and she has writer's hours.

I'm writing a play about something that happened to us.

God. Oh, dear. What?

Remember when you and I and Larry and
Julie were on that eating tour of France?

Oh, God. Yeah. Yeah.

And they wandered off
and forgot to pick us up?

We shared that
bed-and-breakfast place.

Remember those
wonderful cottages?

And I remember that we shared
a bedroom together, right?

- Not a bed.
- No, not a...

Well, God, you were too
gentlemanly to suggest that.

- It's not that I didn't think of it.
- No.

I knew what was going on
because of the way...

...you kept plying me
with Chateau Margaux.

It could have been our little secret.
Then you passed out.

Yeah, God. It seems like
a long time ago, doesn't it?

Not that long ago.

Look. Look, look, look.

- Helen! Duck.
- God, yeah. Right.

- She didn't see us.
- No?

That's gotta be her.
She answers to Helen.

- She answers to Helen. She's pretty.
- Yeah.

- What is she doing?
- She's getting a cab.

- Keep down.
- Okay, don't worry.

I'm gonna follow her.

Watch your step.
It's very steep. Be careful.

- This is beautiful.
- Isn't it?

We show revivals.
This week we have Fred Astaire.

Next we have
an Orson Welles festival.

I think that will be about the last
thing we do before renovating.

- Paul.
- Come on, there's nobody around.

Okay.

- I've never been behind a movie screen.
- Strange, isn't it?

It used to be a first-run house
when the neighborhood was better.

- All these mirrors.
- It used to be all mirrors. Beautiful.

I'm having this broken glass
replaced as we go along.

They used to have stage shows here.
Now we only show old movies.

It has such
a lonely feeling.

I'm the only one here.
And my assistant, Mrs. Dalton.

I'll have it fixed up. Then I'll sell it.
The money is gonna come in handy.

- It sure will.
- What's that noise?

Where?

Mrs. Dalton, I didn't know
you were here so early.

I didn't know anyone
was here. I'm sorry.

- I heard a noise, but I apologize.
- It's quite all right.

I'd love to really
get an acting job.

- I've had it with modeling.
- Maybe you won't have to work at all.

Oh, my God.

What's the matter?

Come with me, okay?

- Oh Jeez.
- Come on.

I was asleep,
dreaming of round card girls.

Okay. It looks like he's gone.
Yeah. Yeah, he's gone.

- Not that again.
- I want another look at his apartment.

What are you talking about?
Where are you going?

- He'll never be back, Larry.
- What?

- No, he's not coming back.
- You got his key?

- Yeah.
- You're kidding. You can't...

You followed him to the movie house.
You said nothing happened.

No, he was with this young model type,
and they were talking about money.

- Well, so what?
- That's the motive.

- Listen.
- What are you talking about?

- Wait.
- What do you mean?

You gotta go to your shrink.
I want you to see Dr. Ballard.

Larry, I went for two years.

You know how General Motors will recall cars?
You gotta go in for a tune-up.

We'll be out in five
minutes. Five.

I'm your husband. I command you to sleep.
Sleep. I command it. Sleep!

If this had been a few years ago,
you would do the same thing.

Because if you recall, we solved a mystery.
We solved a mystery once.

It was the
"noises in the attic" mystery.

The country house. The bluebird.
That was a sweet mystery.

This is murder.

You agree, right?
It's murder, Larry.

I forbid you! I forbid you to go!
Is that what you do when I forbid you?

I'm not going to be forbidding you a lot if you do...

- Damn it.
- Don't do this.

We should be asleep,
in our cuddling position.

Please be quiet.
You're gonna wake up the neighbors.

- I got it.
- This is no good.

This could only lead
to great unhappiness.

- Relax, okay?
- I can't relax. How can I relax?

I'm in a strange man's apartment
in my T-shirt and pajamas.

- Ted told me to try something here.
- Ted? What is he, your mentor?

- Ted is a sick schmuck.
- Just be quiet, all right?

- What if he comes back? My heart is...
- Larry.

- Waldron?
- Who?

- Who is this? Who do you want?
- Who's this?

- Do you know anybody named Waldron?
- Hang the phone up.

- Great. Now they hung up on us.
- Good, good.

Let me think.
Waldron, right? Helen Moss.

He used the name Tom. Tom Waldron.
We gotta run a check on that.

What you want to beat it down to the morgue?
You got all the jargon.

Where are you going?

I'm not a night person.
I don't want to be...

I don't know what
I'm looking for.

- Wait. Look.
- Are you gonna go through the guy's mail?

This is insane.

- What do you mean?
- Jesus! Oh, Christ!

- Clean it up. Hurry up.
- What am I gonna do? Vacuum?

- Put it under the rug.
- It's a wall-to-wall carpet.

- I broke his porcelain...
- Well, then, glue it.

- What do you mean, glue it?
- Look.

- What?
- Look.

So what. Gloves.
I have gloves.

Do you keep yours out
in this kind of weather?

- Let's get out.
- Something's strange here.

He left these out.
The whole thing is sinister.

It's eye of the beholder.
You have to get happy glasses.

I'm gonna take the pieces.
We'll get rid of them.

- How did you like your birthday cake?
- I loved it.

- But I love chocolate anything.
- I know.

- What are you laughing about?
- Lf only he could stay in town.

They're working us so hard at school.
I gotta get back.

I'm gonna take him to Brooks Brothers for his present.

She's going to a wine tasting.
Can you believe that?

If I'm gonna be a restaurant owner,
I should know about wines.

Hey.

- I want you to meet somebody.
- What?

- Hi, Larry.
- Hi. How are you?

- Good. How are you doing?
- This is my wife.

- Carol. Remember me?
- This is Marcia Fox.

- Hi.
- Good to see you.

My son, it's his birthday,
so we took him to 21.

Your friend called me.
He's taking me to dinner in New Jersey.

- I fixed her up with Ted.
- You did?

- That place we ate at.
- Lovely.

- You'll have a good time.
- Great.

- Well, good to see you.
- Take care. Goodbye.

- She'll have a great time.
- So that's Marcia Fox, huh?

- What are you making a face for?
- You think she's Ted's type?

She's anybody's type.
She's brilliant, talented.

- You know, your pupils are dilating.
- She's dangerously sexual.

When you go to the wine tasting,
getting back to real life, spit it out.

- Don't drink too much, mom.
- What do you mean?

I don't want you on the bathroom floor
with your head by the bowl tonight.

- That Mouton '45.
- Did you love it?

- That was like, sublime, you know?
- Yeah.

The inexpensive Spanish one.
Wasn't that a nice surprise?

Wasn't that great?
Look at these paintings.

- So...
- I love the blue in that.

- Larry fixed you up with Marcia Fox?
- Yeah, well, you know.

He says she's wonderful.
And I'm...

I'm trying to meet people.
I'm not looking forward to this.

- So you're taking her to Vincent's?
- Yeah. I guess.

- She's not my first choice.
- No?

God, look at this.
That park is so beautiful.

- I can't have my first choice.
- No?

I'm drunk.
I don't know what I'm saying.

So am I.
I don't know about this.

- I'm gonna be late for my shrink.
- You've gotta go?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

You know, you would be
my first choice.

- Me, huh?
- Yeah.

Well.

Oh, boy.

Can I give you a lift?
I'm gonna go east.

No, I think I'll stick around.
I feel a little tipsy.

I didn't offend
you by what I said?

No. You didn't offend me. No.

I was very flattered by this, Ted.
Flattered. Well, anyway...

- See you later.
- See you. Careful.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I got a great sweater
at Brooks Brothers for Nick.

It's cashmere. Very expensive.
The kid looked so handsome in it.

I decided I'd cook tonight.
Tuna casserole.

- Well, no wonder he had her cremated.
- What?

Mrs. House.

You're not on about
Mrs. House again?

I thought we'd
have a light dinner...

Larry. I just saw Mrs. House.

What are you talking
about? The ashes?

A bus passed me
and she was on it.

The dead woman passed you on a bus?
The bus to heaven?

I'm not joking. I'm telling you,
I really saw her. I actually saw her.

You wanna lie down for a while?
Cold compress or hot compress...

I was at the wine tasting, right?
And I was sitting at a bay window.

I happened to look out. A bus passed,
and she was on it, Larry...

Yes, remember I said to you,
spit it out?

You said you were going
to taste wine all afternoon?

You swallowed it.
That's why you're this way.

Yeah, I had a few drinks, but...
I saw her.

Yeah, I'm sure you saw her.
How could you? She's dead. And cremated.

Are you telling me that
I didn't see her? Is that it?

I think it's a fair assumption that if a person is dead,
they don't turn up.

I just don't know
what's happening, Larry.

What's going on? Let me put it this way.
Total psychotic breakdown. Okay?

Maybe she's a twin.
Now, forget this.

Tell me if I put in too much hot fudge in my casserole.

You're getting so close-minded
these days.

Oh, God.

- Hello? Ted.
- Ted.

You're not going to believe this,
but I saw Mrs. House.

Yeah, Mrs. House.
The murdered woman. Right.

She wasn't murdered. It was a coronary.
I don't know what she's talking about.

No, I'm sure I saw her.
She was on a bus.

I saw her just
moments after you left.

Right. He was at the wine tasting too.
Sure, why not.

Would you? Great. Run a check
on Paul and Lillian House...

Don't run a check. Can you call back?
My marriage is falling apart.

If you're gonna have an affair,
you don't need a murder to do it.

I'm telling you, I saw Mrs.
House.

Yes, I know. On the dead persons' bus.
Now, sit down.

I can show you
the exact spot, Larry.

- What about lunch? Tomorrow?
- No I've got a business lunch.

This is just such a shock.

- I'm vibrating from this.
- We got tickets to the theater.

What?
I'm not going to the theater.

We've been holding onto these tickets for months.

Do you comprehend the enormity
of what I'm telling you?

- Tell the police, not me.
- What am I going to say to them?

- Tell them your story.
- I don't have a story. I got nothing.

That's right,
you've got nothing.

- Unless I locate her, huh?
- Yeah, okay.

- Okay?
- Sit down. We're going to the theater.

Jack, you were there when Mrs. House died, right?
You saw her?

- You saw her?
- She was lying on the floor.

- You're sure it was her, right?
- I'm sure.

- He's sure.
- Right. Right.

My wife's had bad dreams and doesn't
know what she's talking about.

This is for the times I call you to fix the
faucet and you show up months late.

The super is a drunk.

But we've seen him smelling
of Jack Daniel's. Remember?

- Yeah, but...
- Well...

I know he didn't see
Mrs. House.

Lf she's a twin, it's a different story.
You don't feel she is.

I don't know.
Oh, I know.

Unless he's in on it.

The super's in on it?
The super can't change a fuse.

I mean, she...

- What?
- Well, she's alive. My question is:

- Who was in that bag...
- She's not alive unless she's a twin.

- Okay? Now, keep quiet.
- Look, somebody...

Somebody got cremated, Larry.
Somebody.

Shut up.

Lillian House. Maiden name Lillian Beale.
Born in Pennsylvania, 1935.

Married Paul Richard House.
She was not a twin.

Had a sister who went to England 20 years ago,
a brother who died in 1987.

- This is it.
- This is where we were.

I know. And I was sitting there after you left,
having some wine.

- I looked out and saw...
- You saw her after I left?

I saw her on a bus.
It was passing, It was, like...

You're absolutely
sure you saw her?

- You saw her face?
- I saw her.

Excuse me.

- I'm telling you.
- What was the bus number?

I don't know the number,
but it was heading west to east.

- It obviously was a cross-town bus.
- It's a cross-town bus.

The end of the line
is a few blocks down.

- She had to get off somewhere.
- Her destination was the next 6 blocks.

So let's look around. Maybe we'll see,
you know, a clue or something.

Maybe we'll see her.
You saw her face?

Don't doubt me.
I'm not kidding.

- I think we reached the end of the line.
- This is it.

- Watch out. Watch...
- Yeah, what? Oh.

Look. See?
See, he's turning. That's it.

- What do you think?
- What?

Think we should
retrace our steps?

You wear a tie
with a dress.

No, I don't even know if it looks,
it'd be too masculine with pants.

Just don't
wear it with pants.

Ted.
Look.

At what?

- That hotel.
- What about it?

Waldron. I was in his apartment,
I pressed the last number dialed...

- They answered and said "Waldron."
- Let's get to a phone.

Hello. Mrs. House, please?

Mrs. House.
Can you ring her room for me, please?

Really?

What? Maybe...
Well, maybe she checked out.

- Oh, God.
- Nobody. Nobody at all.

What about, yeah,
what about Helen Moss. Moss.

You're sure? Nobody.
Nobody at all. All right.

All right, okay.
I'm sorry. Thank you.

Great.

Oh, God. It looks like
it's gonna rain again.

Well?

If I get two kings, I take one.
Otherwise, I fold. Got it?

I never go out.

- I just, I can't...
- That's how you wind up on welfare.

But I need the action,
for some reason. Okay, just...

- Cut?
- No, go ahead. I trust you. Lay it on me.

- You seem in a strange mood.
- I'm probably a little drunk.

- On Perrier?
- What? I had rum cake.

- Want any cards?
- One second.

Let me see what possibilities
I got here.

Yeah. I'm gonna have...

I'll have...

- I'm gonna have four cards.
- Four.

- Cruisin' for a bruisin'.
- Inside and outside straight.

You're in trouble now.

I can't escape the feeling that my wife
is becoming attracted to somebody else.

- And it's really bothering me.
- Really?

Yeah, that's why
I'm not playing my best.

This guy's more adventurous than I am,
and they just hit it off.

I'm gonna be very lonely,
you know, if this happens.

- You must love her a lot.
- Yeah, I do. I do.

If you want to hold on to her,
make some effort. Who's the guy?

- Ted. The guy that I fixed you up with.
- Ted?

Well, we could always switch.
Ted gets Carol, I can be your date.

Maybe I should actually make
a greater effort with Carol.

- So you bored?
- It's more fun than the Wagner opera.

Yeah. Well, to me, it's one of the most
exciting adventures I've ever been on.

Would you rather
be here with Ted?

Well, he has a more
enthused attitude.

- More enthused?
- Yeah.

He's a fun guy.
I'm a heavy guy.

- You used to be a lot of fun.
- If you have a heavy scavenger hunt, he's the man.

I know, but...

- Do you know that this neighborhood...
- What?

...was where I first took you
when we started going out?

You've gotten so stodgy
in your old age.

- Remember there was a movie house?
- Yes! Yeah, I remember.

I took you to see
Last Year at Marienbad.

I had to explain it to you
for six months.

Who knew they were flashbacks?
You know...

We've got plenty of time
to be conservative. You know?

It's like this tantalizing plum
has just dropped into our laps.

Life is such a dull routine
and here we are, right?

We're on the threshold
of a genuine mystery.

You gonna burst into song?
We're in a car.

Don't make fun of me.
I'm open to new experiences.

Let me ask a personal question.
Did you ever sleep with Ted?

- Don't get nervous.
- Sleep? What, are you nuts?

We were on an eating tour of France.
You spent an evening together.

I know. What about you?
Remember?

You spent
the evening with Julie.

That meant nothing.
Julie despised me. You know that.

She thought I was a lowlife, a roach.
Jump in any time you want to defend me.

I'm waiting for you to say
something I don't agree with, okay?

Hey, you're nailing me. Jesus.

Larry. Larry, Larry, look.
It's her! I'd say it's her!

- Oh, my God, it is.
- See what I mean?

- I was right.
- Are you sure?

- I'm positive. Yes.
- Oh, my God.

Right? Right?
I mean, I was...

- Jesus, I'm, that is her.
- I know. Well, come on.

- I told you so.
- What do you mean? You're nuts.

- Oh, Jesus.
- You're white.

I know. All the blood
rushed to my brother.

- Let's find out what's going on.
- I don't want to.

- You're not afraid of her?
- No. I'm a virile male.

Yet, somehow, I am scared.
Maybe because she's dead.

- I'm gonna break this thing wide open.
- Well, how?

- God, if only Ted were here.
- Don't give me Ted.

- Let's get out of here.
- No, I got an idea.

I know. We'll surprise her.
We'll sneak into the hotel.

- How?
- Yeah, no. Come on.

- Excuse me. Hi.
- Hi.

Did you see a woman come in?
She was a little woman, about five foot three?

- She had on a gray sweater?
- Older?

- Mrs. Caine? Dark hair?
- Mrs. Caine? Oh, yes. That's her.

- We had a present for her.
- That's right. What room?

- 611.
- 611. Really. Thanks a lot.

We may need information.
I'll take good care of you, if you play ball with us.

- What are you making a face for?
- Will you come on?

- I'm coming.
- What are you doing?

Okay.
607.

Very nice. I love a hotel that's got blue
powder sprinkled along the baseboard.

611.
Here, Larry. All right.

- Mrs. House?
- Mrs. House?

- Mrs. House?
- Hello.

- Hello? Mrs... My God.
- I don't think she's...

- I don't see her.
- This may not be the right place.

Just hold on, Larry.

- Hold on, hold on.
- There's nothing here.

- Larry! Wait!
- What's the matter?

Oh, my God, look! Mrs. House?
Mrs. House?

- What's the matter?
- Hello?

- Larry.
- What?

- I think she's dead.
- Try giving her the present.

- Mrs. House?
- Oh, come on, let's get out of here!

I think she's dead!

I'm thinking of running the marathon.
This woman is forever dying.

Come on, move. Move.
Adrenaline is leaking out of my ears!

- Get down those stairs. Come on.
- Okay, all right.

What happened was
I suspected Mr. House...

I'm looking around and suddenly a hand is on the floor...

and she has no twin,
but we checked...

- I tried to keep calm.
- There's nobody there.

- What do you mean?
- There's no body there.

- How can there not be anybody?
- Want to show us where you saw her?

- She was totally dead.
- She's there.

- She was right here.
- She was definitely laying here.

- We're not crazy.
- It looked like she was strangled.

- We're professional people.
- I'm in publishing.

I'm looking to start a restaurant,
basically French.

She's a fantastic cook.
I'm against the restaurant.

Calm down. Calm down! Please!

Look, in the time it took you guys to respond,
somebody removed the body.

Not that you didn't respond quickly.
It took three minutes.

Not counting the half-hour the 911
operator took to understand me.

Nobody is doubting you.
We're going over the building, all right?

All right.

Did you check?

- He's been at his business all day.
- Any witnesses?

- Corroborated.
- You didn't use our names, did you?

No, we didn't. If you think you saw his wife,
shouldn't you tell him?

No.
He's in on some scheme here.

We think you should file a report.
Then if anything turns up, it's on record.

- Give us a call, have a good day.
- Thank you. Thanks very much.

- I don't know how...
- I gotta have a drink.

Where is Ted when all this
stuff is happening?

He's got his date with Marcia Fox tonight.
He's probably out buying Spanish fly.

Helen Moss
might be in on this.

I don't want to know about this.
We should change our lives. We should move out.

Start over, maybe in Mexico. Sell blankets.
We'll work off the hood of a car.

I'm just beginning
to come down.

I don't know what's happening.

It was like a show where you open
the door and see a dead body.

I've never seen a dead
person before in my life.

The only one I ever saw was my
Uncle Morris, who was 94.

He collapsed from too many lumps in his cereal.

Is this the most exciting thing
that's ever happened to us?

This is too exciting.
I 'd like a fishing trip or Father's Day

or the time we saw Bing
Crosby on Fifth Ave.

I don't need a murder
to enliven my life at all.

Whoever did it was probably in the
room while we were there, hiding.

Make sure and tell me that
before I go to sleep tonight.

That means he probably saw us.

I'll never get my eyes closed. I'm petrified.
Not only that, but I'm a little drunk.

I wonder who was cremated.
Who was it?

Well, it was, it wasn't Mr.
House. He has an alibi.

- Yeah, but I don't buy that.
- She doesn't buy the alibi.

Let's get out of here.
I want to go home.

It's starting to rain again.

If only Ted were with us.
He'd have a theory.

Ted's got a mind
like a steel sieve.

That hotel room was on the end of the hall.
It's right up there.

- That's the room.
- I know.

What if they got the body
out over that roof?

What are the lights...?
Larry, the lights!

- That's eerie.
- This gave me the chills.

- Let's call the police.
- No, no. Let's check it out.

Check it out?
I'm not gonna check that out.

- There's lights going on there.
- Yeah, that's crazy.

Why don't we go home and nap
and call the police...

No! This is my case.

What do you mean, "your case"?
I don't wanna do this.

If only Ted were with us.

Ted would be shaking in his boots.
I'm only trembling like a leaf.

We're with the police department.
We'd like to check out room 611, please.

- You were here before.
- That's right, yes.

- You are police?
- Just show him your card.

- My what?
- Your card.

Your police
identification card.

He's got his card.

- Okay.
- Thank you very much. 611.

- Great.
- Is there any trouble?

I'm a detective.
They lowered the height requirement.

I'll take this card back.
They're expensive.

Okay.

- Be careful.
- Telling me to be careful.

- Now, just don't upset anything.
- I'm not.

I'm just gonna leave fingerprints,
so if there's a trial, we can get trapped.

The murderer must have
hid in this closet.

I don't like this. Let's go.
I gotta be in temple early tomorrow.

He must have dragged
the body out really fast.

I'm sorry! The maid.

You don't have to turn the bed out.
And no croissants for breakfast.

Here, take this for yourself.
Keep the mints coming on the pillows.

- Honey, really.
- Let's go. That's why the light was on.

- This is crazy.
- Just a second.

Let me look around
here a little bit.

I did damage. L...

- Larry!
- What?

- Larry, look. That's her wedding band.
- How do you know?

- I saw it on her.
- You did?

So much for the police combing this place.
Where'd you find it?

Behind the door there.

Let's get out of here. Take the ring.
Maybe there's a pawnshop open.

The police weren't thorough.
They probably thought we were cranks.

We got no body...
They must get 50 crisis calls a minute.

- Why would they bother with us?
- This is very deep stuff.

We should not be here.
This is creepy.

Who knows who's involved in this?
This could go very deep.

This could be like the Warren Commission.
I don't like it.

- Oh, my God!
- What is that?

- The elevator's probably stuck.
- Why are we stopping?

- Relax.
- Don't tell me to relax!

- I'm a world-renowned claustrophobic.
- It's okay.

- Hit something. I don't like this.
- I am hitting it. It's okay.

It's easy for you to say,
but I'm phobic.

There's plenty of air in this elevator.
Just don't panic, okay?

- I'm not panicking.
- Just don't worry.

- I'm gonna say the rosary now.
- Somebody's gonna help us.

- Somebody'll find us here.
- I don't like this.

- Hello?
- Stop it.

- Hello!
- I can't take this.

I'm running over a field,
I see a stallion. I'm a stallion.

Shut up, Larry. Larry,
just shut up and calm down.

- I see grass, I see dirt.
- Shut up! Hello!

You said, "Act like a policeman."
I said no.

You said, "Show them your card."
I said, "What card?"

Larry, boost me up.
We'll get out there.

- We'll do it.
- You can't get through that.

It'll never open.
They're painted shut.

- They never open.
- All right, put your hands together.

I'm breathing.
I can't breathe.

Larry, I mean...
All I have to do is loosen that, okay?

Put your hand together.
Now give me a boost, okay?

Wait a second! Wait, wait!

You gotta cut down
on those rich desserts.

Wait a minute, now!
Wait, wait.

My life is passing in front of my eyes.
The worst part is I'm driving a used car.

- You'd think they'd loosen this thing.
- I'm scared.

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God. It's her!

- So that's where he hid her.
- Claustrophobia and a dead body.

This is a neurotic's jackpot.

- I'm scared.
- We're going down.

Oh, God,
what's happening? Press up!

I can't see my hand!
How can I press up?

We must be heading for
the basement.

I want to get off on the mezzanine.
I'm returning shoes

What are you doing?

I'm getting back on the elevator.
I can't see anything.

There's nothing up here.
What are you doing?

Hey, what are you
doing with matches?

These are my matches.

When were you
at the Cafe des Artistes?

I was with
an authoress.

- At the Cafe des Artistes?
- A French authoress.

Shh, shh.
Wait.

I like a basement with knotty pine and a pool table.

Hey, look. What's this?

Not so fast. I don't like it here.
It's dank and there's strange noises.

I don't know
what this is.

Oh, Jesus!

- Calm down.
- Calm down? Don't tell me to calm down.

Found the light.

Let me see. We're locked in here.
What are we gonna do?

Relax, relax.
I'll break it down. Stand back.

Careful, now.
Don't hurt yourself.

Must be one of
those new doors.

Over here. Let's try out here.

Oh, God.
I keep hearing noises.

- What's down there?
- Where?

Where are you going?
Don't leave me.

What? I think this
is the service entrance.

Come on, get it open.
Go into a trot.

- Let's go.
- Where?

- Wait! Do you see that?
- What?

Somebody's putting a body into a car.
It's got a white sheet on it.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

- No, look! Let's follow him. Come on.
- I'm not going to follow him.

- There was a body in that car.
- I don't want to follow.

Hurry up!

It's probably a rented car.
And a rented body.

Come on.

Oh, Jesus.
I can't follow his car.

- He's right up ahead.
- Where?

I don't know which car I'm following.
I'm not a good driver.

I can't chase somebody.
I'm gonna have an accident.

- I'll hit a school bus.
- It's night. There's no school bus at night.

What about
night school?

You have no
sense of direction.

20/20 vision.
Well, not exactly.

No, I do. He came
right here.

- Where are we?
- I don't know. There it is! There's his car!

- There's his car.
- That's his car.

- Let's get out.
- Be careful. Be careful.

Look! Look!

Oh, my God!
It's Mrs. House's body!

Come on! We gotta stop it
before it gets dropped!

Oh, my God.

Goodbye, Mrs. House.

- That was definitely Mr. House!
- What are we gonna do?

- I'm gonna call the police now.
- And tell them what?

This guy's got proof his wife died
of a heart attack two weeks ago.

We've got no body. We've got nothing.
What? What? What's wrong?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Hello, there. How are you?
- How are you?

May I introduce Gladys Dalton,
my gal Friday?

This is Larry and Carol, my neighbors.
We were watching Madame Bovary.

- Such a sad story.
- Yeah, it is.

She gets killed at the end.

You gotta stop up for a drink
before I go on my trip.

Love to.

If you hear of anybody who needs an apartment,
I think I may be moving.

- Come on, Gladys.
- What a shame.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Jesus, what a day, huh?

I can't figure it out.

- It's got to be that either he's a...
- What?

Either she's
a twin or he's a twin.

Or they're multiple
personalities.

Or you're a twin
or I'm a twin.

- Because I don't know what's going on.
- You're nuts.

- Wait, yeah...
- Let me be logical about this.

We know she's not a twin.
What are you talking about?

Stay calm,
I want to puzzle this out.

She's a twin, she's not a twin.
Now you're saying we're twins?

What are you, nuts?
Okay, I'm calm. I'm calm. Okay.

- Yeah, I'm going to be logical.
- All right.

The first thing is this:

There had been a heart attack.
What if they induced it? Some kind of poison.

We never saw the body.
It had to be some other woman.

Some woman who probably had
some resemblance to Mrs. House.

The super says he saw her,
but he's a drunk.

Mrs. House could
have been hiding.

You heard a noise that night.

That had to be Mrs. House
leaving to check into the hotel.

- I can't sleep, I just...
- Wait. It doesn't make any sense.

Suddenly he murders her.
What's it all about?

Why don't we go meet Ted and Marcia,
get something to eat and talk with them?

- At 1:00 a.m.?
- So what?

Ted was taking her to a show
and dinner.

- You want to schlep out to New Jersey...
- This town never sleeps.

That's why we don't live in Duluth.
Plus, I don't know where Duluth is.

Lucky me.

- You really saw his face?
- No question.

- I'm here to tell you...
- It was Mr. House. No question.

There was no way you could avoid it.
He was right there.

- It's obvious.
- How obvious? What do you mean?

Obvious he's committed
the perfect murder.

- What do you mean?
- Okay, look.

You have to start with another
woman who resembles Mrs. House.

That's what I said. It was my idea.
I said what she said.

They're with this woman.
Maybe having dinner.

They don't induce a heart attack.
That's fiction bullshit.

She has a heart attack. She drops dead spontaneously.
They had no thought of killing her.

- Maybe they wished she was dead.
- Why?

Maybe they stood
to gain if she died.

They see an opportunity.
Mrs. House dresses her up in her clothes. She hides.

This is exactly
my theory.

She checks
into a hotel.

We got that far, with the
exception of the heart attack.

The husband's planning to go to
Paris with this young woman.

He's cheating on his wife.
Instead of finishing this scheme, he kills her,

taking her share
of the profits.

- Helen Moss is in on this?
- Good chance she's aware.

What about Mrs. Dalton?
He claims he took her to the movies.

She's his alibi.
She covered for him when he strangled his wife.

- She said he was at work.
- He introduced her as a colleague.

- A colleague who maybe loves him.
- He's cheating on her too.

Cheating on two women?
This guy doesn't look the part.

He's gotten away
with the perfect murder.

There are no bodies around,
and all the paperwork's strictly aboveboard.

Where did you find her?
She's a genius.

She is. But he knows
that we know...

He doesn't care.
Why should he?

Everything's been neatly
disposed of.

Only he, and maybe his
mistress, know the truth.

- She's right.
- Hold on. We don't know this is true.

- This is just a theory.
- Yeah, but it's a great theory.

- A great theory.
- Everything fits together.

I think it's great.

When I come back from the ladies' room,
I'll tell you how to trap him.

- Unbelievable.
- Where did you find her?

She's really something.
It's like one thing leads to another.

I'm surprised you didn't drool
yourselves to death.

We just had a
nice first date.

I knew they
would hit it off.

You were gonna
jump into her lap.

What are you talking about?
I'm her editor. I'm a father figure to her.

The only thing you didn't do
is rub your hands together.

You're joking.
You're jealous of Marcia?

- It's not that I'm jealous.
- What are we doing here?

Look who's talking.
You kept staring at her like she was the Dragon Lady.

You're jealous because
he's interested in her?

- I am not jealous.
- What are you...

Do you take all your authors
to the Cafe des...

Okay, I've got it.

Here's the story. Since he's gotten away with it,
all we can do is bluff.

As long as we have no body,
we have no case.

What do you mean? We pretend he slipped up?
The molten steel didn't do the job?

It's possible. He saw you there.
He knows you're onto him.

Why couldn't you
retrieve the body?

We couldn't have gotten her out.
I would've wound up with a few toes and a shoulder.

OK, you have the body.
What does he know?

He was probably too scared to be very lucid.
He's an amateur.

He dumped
the body and ran off,

and then somehow
you two dug her out.

Now you can send
him to the chair.

I like this woman.
She's lurid.

Let me tell you why
he won't believe us.

I can't bluff or lie
without giggling.

No, because if we really had the body,
why tell him? Why not go straight to the police?

If you tell the cops,
you can't shake him down.

She's wicked. Look how this works out.
You go to the law, what do you gain?

They put him in jail. What have you got?
You haven't got anything.

But if he wants the evidence,
and has to pay for it, now he's nervous, right?

- There's just so many fallacies in this.
- What? Name one.

Name one? Okay.
The guy looks us straight in the eye and says,

"What body? What are you
talking about? Prove it."

- That's when we keep bluffing.
- How? What do we do?

- We produce the body.
- But where are we gonna get it? Madame Tussaud's?

Say we found someone he trusted to corroborate.

- Like who?
- Like his lover. Say she said,

"Paul, I've seen Lillian's body.
They want $100,000 for it."

Why would she do that?

Remember that book you recommended,
Murder in Manhattan?

Max Schindler's book.
That's right, the phone call.

You never
mentioned that book to me.

- You don't like light reading...
- Since when?

- What is this book?
- It's fantastic! It would be so perfect,

because she's an actress,
a would-be actress...

We could use his theater.
He's a playwright. This is so perfect.

Your theater is
empty all the time, anyhow.

Thank you. That's great.
What are we talking about here?

We get her in for a fake audition,
and you write some lines that don't mean anything

and she does them,
and we tape-record it. Listen.

- I'm listening.
- And then we edit the tape recording up

and we make one end of a phone
call and play it to Mr. House.

- Is it in the book?
- Come on.

- This is perfect.
- That could never work.

You don't know
what he's gonna say.

- In the book, they use several recorders.
- It's coordinated.

- You base your plan on a dumb paperback?
- This is great. This is great.

He's gotten away with murder.
Our only chance is to nab him when he kills again.

It provokes him to kill again.
They catch him the second time.

He's gotten away
with the first murder.

You know what I'm thinking?
In the book what happens is,

he kills the two people
working the scheme on him.

But you're not
worried about that.

- It's perfect.
- Either that, or I've developed Parkinson's.

- No, we can handle him.
- He knows you're onto him, shake him down.

He comes after you,
we nab him.

It's great. You're
wonderful. I'm amazed.

- It's either that or he walks.
- So, what you're saying is, what you're saying...

Oh, boy. You're saying you
wanna provoke Mr. House

into trying to murder
Larry and me.

Yeah. Perfect.
You're not scared, are you?

No, I'm not scared.
I'm turning it over in my mind.

I just want to check with my
clergyman before we commit.

Hi, B-24, messages?
Oh, really?

Audition for what? Did he say?

Okay. Wait, hold on.
Let me get a pencil. Okay.

Yeah, well, I've heard just
about enough of this.

Great. Thank you, Suzanne.

- We'll let you know. Suzanne Raphael, right?
- Thank you.

Bye.

- This is Helen Moss.
- Hi, there.

Have you, I know you just got the
material just in the last little while,

have you had
a chance to go over it?

- I have, but I have just a few questions.
- Sure, yeah.

Is she divorced in this?

Yes. Yes.

- Recently?
- Yes. Yeah.

But she's...
It's highly emotional.

You know, really, a lot of,
a lot of feeling. Very strong. Okay?

- Should I just begin?
- Yeah, whenever you feel into it.

- Hello, Joe? I was just...
- Let me stop you right there. Sorry.

If you'll start out more frightened that
will take you where you're gonna go.

Right, right.

Hello, Joe?

I can't talk much now,
and if I sound strange, don't get alarmed.

Give me your hand. Hold on.
Try not to fall. Hold on.

- I'm trying, I'm trying.
- Quickly! Hurry!

They're asking $200,000 for it. Yeah.
They say it's Monet, but I say it's a fake.

Ever since Joe came
home from Vietnam,

he's cast a pall on everything.
A dark cloud. A pall.

Hello, Joe?

I can't talk much right now,
and if I sound strange, don't get alarmed.

Hello, Joe?

I can't talk much right now...

Hello, Joe?

Ever since Joe came home from
Vietnam he's cast a pall on everything.

A dark cloud. A pall.

A pall.

Pall.

Pall.

Hello, Joe?

Hello, Paul?

I can't talk much right now,
and if I sound strange, don't get alarmed.

Perfect. Great. Great.

- That's great.
- Well, yeah, excuse me.

It's fantastic.

- There she is.
- Where?

- Keep her busy all afternoon.
- I'll just keep improvising.

It shouldn't be hard.
She's a hungry actress.

I'll get her talking about the part, her life,
and her whole background. Stop the car.

- We'll hook up later.
- Good luck with your side.

You too.

Does anybody
want some guacamole?

Stop with the guacamole,
we have to get started.

- It's 2:30.
- He should be back.

- All right, let's go.
- You got the tape recorder?

All right, one second.
Then we can go. So we're on speaker.

- This is so insane.
- Now, wait. There's...

I'm not nervous.

The contractor came and
nobody's here. See if...

I'll get that.
You go and call him.

Yes, yes, all right.

Hello?

Hello, Paul. I can't talk much now.
If I sound strange, don't get alarmed.

What's the problem?

They have your wife's body.
They showed it to me.

Say that again.

They have your wife's body.
They showed it to me.

Who has it?
How many are there?

Your neighbors. That's right.
They want $200,000 for it.

Are you calling from a speakerphone?
There's an echo.

Hold on.

We don't have an
answer for that.

- Go to a different thought.
- What thought? Wait.

You either gotta pay them off,
or get rid of them.

We can't talk on the phone.
Can we meet?

- Yes! They're keeping
it refrigerated.

What? What did you say?

About two hours ago.

Two? What? Two hours, what?

Hold on.

- I got this screwed up.
- Stupid.

- Let's get off quick. We've done it.
- All right. Do something.

Okay.

Hello, Paul. I can't talk much now.
If I sound strange, don't get alarmed.

You're not making sense.
Pull yourself together.

Now, can we meet?
The usual spot.

Hold on.

Helen? Helen,
you still there? Helen?

- Okay, hurry up.
- Forget it.

- Somebody press something.
- Carol. You do it.

You have no choice. Pay them off,
or get rid of them. I have to hang up.

- What's the matter? You look shaken.
- It's nothing.

- I worry about you these days, Paul.
- I'm fine.

- You're different.
- I said I was fine. Stop interfering.

- You never used to pull away.
- Leave me alone!

I don't want to have this
conversation all the time!

My job is to wait one hour and
call Mr. House from a phone booth.

- Why are you running?
- I have to change.

- I've got an appointment...
- What are you steamed up about?

How could you give a book
to Marcia and not to me?

What? We just had a big success.
Marcia likes to read what I like.

I guess it's true.
We've got nothing in common, that's for sure.

Now that Nick's grown,
we're left facing each other.

You've got stuff
in common with Ted.

You can take your clothes off
and baste a chicken.

What about Marcia?
What does she teach you besides poker?

- Nothing, I'm her editor.
- It's time to re-evaluate our lives.

I re-evaluated our lives.
I got a ten, you got a six.

Maybe I'll go back
to see my shrink.

You don't have to see
a shrink.

Nothing's wrong with you that can't be
cured with Prozac and a polo mallet.

I would like to be alone a while, okay, Larry?
Just, l, okay?

I have a crazy father. He's wanted in three states.
He has a terrible driving record.

- We had to move to New Jersey.
- Your father is wanted for driving?

Yeah. I moved to Hackensack...

I was in all these different contests.
And I was even Miss Teenage Passaic.

How wonderful.

God.

Was that before or after
the fourth abortion?

- After, but before the drama prize.
- Drama prize?

- I don't remember...
- Remember? "Out, out, damned spot"?

- The topless Macbeth?
- Yeah, for the fraternity party.

- Yeah.
- Topless Macbeth, how could I forget?

Hello, Mr. House?
This is Larry Lipton.

I got a package
I think you're gonna want.

Of course, it's gonna cost you
$200,000

in small, unmarked bills.

Or large, marked ones,
if you want to go that route.

And I have a package.
If you want to see your wife alive, do as I say.

Really?
Well, I think you're bluffing.

Don't try and bluff a bluffer.
If you've got Carol, put her on the phone.

Larry, help me!
I'm here, Larry!

Oh, my God. Don't hurt her!

I'll tell you where to meet
me.

Bring that package.
Once I have it and I'm gone, you get her back.

Otherwise, I kill her.

Yes. Yeah, no, I understand.
I'll be there. I'll be there. Yes,

I'll bring your wife's body, in the trunk of my car.
Yes, I promise, I'll be there.

I don't have his wife's body.

Bluff, bluff.

Where's Carol?

- Show me Lillian's body.
- I got it.

- No way she survived a molten steel vat.
- No...

- lf you're not bluffing, where is she?
- Why are you nervous?

- Where is she?
- In the trunk of my car.

Open it. Now.
If she's not there,

I'll put a bullet through your head.
Come on. Come on!

Step back.

No, I got her. If I don't have
her, how come I got her ring?

- I think you're lying!
- This is her ring. No.

What's this?

- I can never bluff. I've lost
a fortune in cards.

- Listen.
- I'm not a bluffer. Get off...

That's what Grisby thought.
She meant to kill Grisby.

After he'd served his purpose.
He never even did that.

He went and shot Broome.
And that was not part of the plan.

Broome might have gone to the police.
And if the cops traced it to Grisby,

and the cops made Grisby talk,
he'd spill everything.

And she'd be finished,
so she had to shut up Grisby, but quick.

And I was the fall guy.

Why don't you
try to understand?

- He was mad. He had to be shot.
- And what about me?

We could've
gone off together.

One who follows
his nature, keeps...

- Help! Help!
- They can't see us behind the screen.

And they can't hear us with the sound on.
Not even a gunshot.

- Hello, Paul. Didn't you expect me?
- Mrs. Dalton.

You made promises to me over the years.
And then you decided to dump me

for that young model.

- I never led you on.
- It's late for excuses.

None of you can
prove anything.

So you'd be foolish
to fire that gun.

With these mirrors, it's difficult to tell,
but you are aiming at me, aren't you?

I'm aiming at you, lover. Of course,
killing you is killing myself.

But you know, I'm
pretty tired of both of us.

- I'm so glad. Are you okay?
- Oh, God, Larry!

I'm so happy to see you!

- I was never so glad to see somebody.
- Get me out.

Are you all right?

You don't know what's going on.
I'll never say life doesn't imitate art again.

- We gotta call the police.
- Yes, and a glazier.

- I know. Oh, God.
- Quick. Dial.

Dial. I know. Larry.
Oh, God, Larry. Oh, God. Honey.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Jesus.

- Wife mine.
- Hello?

Oh, God.

God, it's so complicated.
I can't keep track of it all.

Listen.
I'll give it to you one more time.

Mrs. House had a
sister who moved to England.

She changed her name when she married.
Her husband died.

She moved back to New York
a rich widow, but a recluse.

Mr. And Mrs. House
knew they weren't in her will.

They have her to dinner,
she accidentally keels over.

She resembles her sister, so they fake it,
pretend Lillian House died.

They cremate the sister.
Lillian checks into a fleabag joint,

closing her accounts, liquidating her assets,

accumulating money.
She didn't realize her husband was two-timing her

with Helen Moss,
this pretty model.

He decides not to cut her in and go off to,
I don't know, with his mistress,

and keep all the dough.

So he kills Lillian. He cremates her,
pours molten steel over her or something...

and that's when we came along and tripped him up.

- He had great alibis.
- That woman who worked for him?

She covered for him. She loved him.
Not that she dreamed he was a murderer.

I want to celebrate.
What do you want to do?

Want to see what
Larry and Carol are up to?

I think they want to be alone.

Yeah. Okay. All right.

- Well, you have any plans?
- You're taking me to dinner, right?

- Right, absolutely. Only we can't sleep together.
- Why not?

Not tonight. I slept with Helen Moss today.
I'm not young like I used to be.

You'll do anything to catch a murderer,
won't you?

- What an experience.
- I know.

- I'm still vibrating.
- I know.

You know,
you were surprisingly brave.

Really? Surprisingly?
You seem shocked.

- You know, I'm a pretty good guy.
- I know.

Where do you want to go for dinner?
Let's not eat anywhere they serve cowards.

- What are you laughing at?
- You know, I love you.

How could you be jealous of Marcia?
Isn't that ridiculous?

- Don't you know I love you?
- You were jealous of Ted.

Ted? You're kidding.
Take away his elevator shoes,

fake suntan and capped teeth,
what do you have?

- You.
- Right. I like that. That's a good one.