04x04 - k*ller with Two Faces

[bunniefuu]

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Right.

- I'm in great shape, aren't I,
Doctor?

- [Man] Brilliant.

- Fantastic.

- [Man] Yes.

- The perfect specimen.

- [Man] If you say so.

- Oh, I do.

I mean it's obvious.

Just look at me.

Look at you.

We're about the same
age, aren't we, Doctor?

- [Man] Close enough.

- Yes.

Certainly the same size.

I mean that jacket of yours
would fit me perfectly,

wouldn't it?

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(briefcase clicks)

Perfect.

(eerie music)

(light clatter)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

So many people.

I'd almost forgotten
there were so many people.

Oh, how pretty.

I had forgotten there
were such pretty people.

- It's not something I'm
in the habit of, you know.

Letting myself get
picked up by strange men.

But there was something
about you that...

Oh.

My husband.

Ex-husband.

I've been divorced
for three years.

Well, what shall we drink to?

Our fortuitous meeting?

- Fortuitous?

No.

No, I made the running.

As soon as I saw you,
I wanted...

To know you.

- Why?

Well, the street out there
is full of pretty girls.

I mean I've often wondered,

how does a man make a
choice like that?

- Well, there was something...

There was something about you.

Perfection.

- Perfection?

Oh come on.

- No, no, no.

I thought you were perfect,
quite perfect.

- Well, you're not so
bad yourself.

- Oh no, I'm flawed.

Like the occasional diamond.

But you are perfect.

And here we are in this
perfect little apartment,

first meeting.

Atmosphere

is full of romantic tensions.

It's a perfect situation.

What a pity it won't last.

Well, it never does, does it?

The male, female relationship.

Starts out all pink and frothy,

and then you have the
teeth in the glass,

hair curlers in bed,

the rows, the quarrels.

The disillusions.

That's why I like to end it
at the pink and frothy stage.

- End?

- Yes.

While it's still perfect.

Hm?

The perfect end...

To a perfect meeting.

(woman choking)

(low key suspenseful music)

(mumbling)

Steve!

Steve!

Steve.

(man moaning)

Dr. Styles.

Sr. Styles!

- Spelling.

Spelling.

(alarm blares)

(rumbling)

- Allow me.

- Thank you.

- Is that all?

- No.

- No, the kitchen sink
is coming by freight.

(sighs)

Well, my friends told me
to take the car.

Actually I just came up
here to see the cathedral.

They said, take the car.

- I said, no, no, no.

The train will be much
more relaxing.

Anyway I'm not going to
buy that much,

maybe a souvenir or two.

Well, your old English
towns are very seductive,

you know.

- I'm glad you did.

Take the train.

Perfect way of meeting you.

You know, I feel I
know you already.

- You only saw me a
few seconds ago.

- Well, I'm a man of
instant impulses.

And this way you present
the opportunity.

As I usually I have to
make the running.

- I didn't realize you
Englishmen were so predatory.

- Well, not predatory at all,
no.

No, I've been on this
train for two hours now,

and I'm bored.

No offense.

Spelling.

Bob Spelling.

- Patricia Heron.

They call me Patty.

- Patty.

(horn blows)

- What do you do?

- Guess.

- I don't have an idea.

- Alright, then, I'll
give you a clue.

If I were applying my
work to you,

I'd say underpinning splendid,

penthouse area beautiful,

and the middle stories...

- You're a
professional sex maniac.

(laughs)

No?

Well...

What, a surveyor?

- Architect.

- Ah.

Well, you're just the
man I wanna see.

I told you I'm buying
myself a house.

Well, it's a kind of a
Victorian monstrosity,

but it has great
possibilities for improvement.

I just don't have an idea in
my head how to improve it,

that's all.

- Where is it?

- Meringmore.

Right out in the country.

- Tell me about it.

(knocking on door)

- Mrs. Carson?

Mrs. Carson?

(vacuum whirring)

(screams)

(rumbling, horn blaring)

- Came through here...

Then give you a...

Patio area.

Right through here.

- That's marvelous.

- Just some first wild ideas.

- Wild?

It's perfect.

- Until you know the
hidden snags

I'm afraid perfection takes
a little more than that.

Without actually
seeing the place.

- That could be arranged,
couldn't it?

- You don't even know
if you could afford me.

- It's true.

But I'm sure we could
work something out.

- Yes, I believe we could.

But I must warn you that
my services come high.

- Ooh.

You are predatory.

- Yes, I am now.

But there's something about you.

- We've only just met.

- I told you I was a
man of instant impulses.

I follow them through.

- Excuse me.

Thank you.

- I could make it tomorrow.

- Hm?

- To take you out to
see my house.

- Well, yes, yes, that
would be fine.

Why don't we do that?

And perhaps we can have
dinner afterwards.

- Lovely.

Here's my address.

Oh, and I'd better know
where to reach you

in case something goes wrong.

- Yes.

My card here.

- Thank you.

Take that.

- Thank you.

- I could make it about...12:00.

How's that?

- That would be perfect.

- Doctor?

Here.

Take these.

- [Man] Hours ago, you said.

- Well, it was this
morning when he...

What time is it now?

- Past 3:00.

- Then it is hours.

God.

Inspe--

Inspector, look.

He's wearing my clothes.

Dark brown striped suit.

- Don't worry.

Could have changed a half
a dozen times since then.

He's had time to be miles away,

time to be anywhere.

And God help anybody
he picks up on the way.

(ominous music)

- Hello, Bob.

- Good God.

- I drew the curtains.

Just like old times.

- How'd you get in here?

- You don't ever change, do you?

The spare key was where
it always was.

Just above the door.

Conventional.

- Yes.

Yes, I'm still the kind
of man that doesn't like

his fiancee to be
unfaithful to him.

- Oh, come on, Bob.

One tiny lapse.

- Yes, just the one I can prove.

- I explained.

- Yes.

Yes, your explanations
were always persuasive.

- Persuasive in other ways too.

You haven't forgotten.

Oh, you can't have forgotten.

Can't we have a drink?

Relax.

- Get out, Jenny.

- Oh, Bob.

Oh, Bob.

- Jenny.

Will you get out?

Please, get out or I
sweat I'll...

(Jenny laughs)

- You can't have forgotten, Bob.

We had something.

Something good.

- I was spoiled.

Now get out.

- I don't give up easily.

I'll be seeing you.

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(excited chatter)

- Uh-huh.

Spelling.

(doorknob rattles)

- Hi, it's me again.

Alright, alright, I
don't mean to badger you.

(door closes)

My car wouldn't start.

I phoned the garage from a
phone box across the road.

They're working on it now.

It shouldn't take long.

So I was forced back
here by a...

A technical conspiracy.

Oh, come on.

You don't hate me that much,
do you, Bob?

Make me stand outside
in the cold?

Hey, can't we call a truce?

Maybe have a drink?

Come on, Bob.

What do you really think of me?

- I don't think of you.

- Hm, that's ironic.

Because I think of you, Bob.

Often.

We...

We had some good times.

- Jenny, I'm tired.

(car horn honks)

- That's my car.

Prearranged signal.

- I could obviously
prove that one too.

- Oh well...

Oh, thanks for the drink.

- Jenny, don't come here again.

- Remember, I don't
give up easily.

- Please, Jenny, for
your own sake,

don't come here again.

- Okay.

I'll be seeing you.

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

- That was perfect.

Just perfect.

(eerie romantic music)

(woman screams)

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Dorothy.

Dorothy.

Dorothy!

Dorothy!

(Dorothy gasps)

(alarm blaring)

- I only got the briefest
glimpse of him.

He was...

- Did he speak?

- No.

Wait a minute.

He...

He did...

Say something.

- Yes?

What did he say?

- I don't know.

It didn't make sense.

- Something about perfection?

- Why, yes.

- That's the man you saw,
isn't it?

- Oh God.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

(doorbell buzzes)

(knock on door)

- [Woman] Bob?

(knock on door)

Bob, I know you're there.

(knock on door)

Bob!

Meanie.

Took the key away.

Spare key outside.

- Oh yes.

- But you still opened
the door to me.

Why?

- I was curious.

- But you're not going
to throw me out?

- Why should I want to
throw you out?

You look wonderful.

- Hey, this is a
different man today.

Back to normal.

I knew you couldn't
completely forget.

What about that drink now?

- Drink?

Oh, yes, of course, what
would you like?

- The usual.

(laughs)

Vodka martini.

Surely you haven't
forgotten that.

- I was just kidding.

- You're actually smiling.

- It's a smile of...

Adoration.

- What?

- You smell good too.

Fresh.

- I didn't completely
spoil everything then?

- Spoil?

I'm not going to let you
spoil anything.

There won't be time.

(Jenny choking)

(eerie music)

(head piece clatters)

- Sorry, but Mr. McKay
says you just have

approve these right away.

- Oh no.

(objects clattering)

- Yes.

(telephone ringing)

- [Patty] Hello?

- Yes.

- Bob?

Is this Bob Spelling?

- Yes.

- Oh, hi, this is Patty Heron.

Oh, no, don't tell me
you've forgotten.

Yesterday on the train.

- [Man] Oh no, of course
I remember you, Patty.

How are you?

- I'm fine.

Except I'm busy.

Busier than I expected
as a matter of fact.

That's why I'm calling.

I don't want to cancel
or anything like that.

It's, it's just that

I can't get away when I
thought I could.

I still wanna take you out
to see my house, though.

It's just that I'm
gonna be late.

- That's alright.

- [Patty] Oh good.

The thing is, it would be easier

if I picked you up.

I've got my car and I
don't work too far away

from where you are.

- [Man] Yes, well, fine.

- Okay, good.

Listen, I'm not gonna have
time to change,

so you're just going to
have to accept me

with all my imperfections.

- Imperfections?

- [Patty] Hm?

- You said imperfections.

- [Patty] Yeah, well,
you know what I mean.

Listen, I could be
there, by, I don't know,

12:00, 12:30.

How's that?

- Alright.

- [Patty] Okay, fine.

I'll see you then.

- Oh, Patty.

- [Patty] Yeah?

- You'll be alone, won't you?

- Well, sure, of course.

See ya then.

(receiver clicks)

(suspenseful music)

Now come on, that can wait.

This can certainly wait.

This can wait.

All this stuff can wait.

- But, Patty, you can't just...

- Tell McKay you just missed me.

Patty's finished for the day.

Go on now.

- Alright.

(eerie music)

(ominous music)

(glass slams)

(eerie music)

- Are you proud of me?

I said, are you proud of me?

(eerie, intense music)

(paper crumples)

(doorbell buzzes)

(doorbell buzzes)

Is it Patty?

- [Patty] Yes.

- You're early.

- Hello.

Why all the barricades?

Expecting the bailiffs?

Oh.

What a nice room.

Can I look around?

It's what I expected from you.

Aw, what a shame.

One of your figurines
has its head missing.

Have an accident or something?

- You had me worried.

- Worried?

- Imperfections.

I can't see a single one.

- Imperfections?

Oh.

Well, they're all
powdered over now.

Is this your father?

He's a very fine-looking man.

He has the same
intensity you do.

- He...

He was very much shorter than
he looks in the portrait.

Where are you parked?

- [Patty] Just on
the next block.

- Shall we go?

- Oh, alright.

- Just one moment.

- Traveling incognito?

- I burned the midnight
oil last night.

My eyes get tired.

(door closes)

- [Patty] Where did he go?

- [Spelling] Hm?

- [Patty] That chatty
man of yesterday?

- [Spelling] I'm sorry.

- [Patty] Don't be.

If you feel like being
quiet it's alright with me.

- Hello.

(object clatters)

- It's alright, Ms. Bridges,
it's alright.

It's okay.

This isn't Terry Spelling.

This is Bob Spelling,
his brother.

His twin brother.

And even though I know it,

I must admit I still get
a bit of a creepy feeling

when I see him.

- His twin brother?

Why, I'm sorry, but
when I saw you...

- It's understandable, we
are identical.

- [Man] You alright now?

Now, Mr. Spelling, about
your brother...

- Yes, well, as soon as I
knew he was out,

I came right over.

I don't know what I
intended to do

or what I thought I could do.

- Go home.

Leave it to the authorities.

- Go home.

Well, that's easy to say,
but he is my brother.

I mean what if he does
what he did before?

- He already has.

I'm afraid your brother has
already m*rder*d one woman.

And attacked another.

Now the police are
keeping quiet about it

at the moment.

They don't want to
start any panic.

So why don't you just
go home, Mr. Spelling?

You alright?

- Oh yes, I'm alright.

- [Patty] Did something
bad happen yesterday?

- [Spelling] Something bad?

- [Patty] Yeah.

Business or domestic problem?

You are quiet and...

Different today.

(door closes)

- What the hell's...

What is this?

- Sorry about that, sir.

I'd hate to be talking to
the wrong man.

- For God's sake, you know me,
Fillory.

- Yes, I know how to
check the difference

between you and your brother.

He has a scar there
and you haven't.

- Yes, well, you might
have damn well asked.

- I haven't got a
warrant to be here.

But you're not going to
make a fuss about that,

are you, sir?

Not under the circumstances.

Now I blame myself for
not thinking of it earlier

and staking the place out.

Must have missed him by inches.

- Where is he now?

- [Fillory] I was about to
ask you the same question.

- Well, how would I know?

- Oh, some favorite spot he
had when he was more normal.

Some perfect little place.

Oh, so that's him there.

Your father.

Doctors say it was
all his fault.

This rejection of
anything perfect.

Of perfection.

Your father's standards
were very high.

Perhaps too high to live up to.

- Terry was in a very
bad car crash.

- So were you, sir.

Same crash.

Yet you...

Unaffected.

Now take this.

- What is it?

- Oh, just a bit of bureaucracy.

It says who you are.

More important it says
who you're not.

Carry it about for a few days.

Save you a lot of aggravation.

- A few days?

- Oh yes.

Brother's very intelligent,
smooth.

He knows how to lie low.

- What...

- [Fillory] Yes, that
puzzled me too.

What was he looking for?

- Well, how would I know?

- Question is did he find it?

- I wouldn't know that either,
would I?

- You have no idea at all
where he might be headed for?

- No, none at all.

- Uh-huh.

Well, don't forget to
carry the card.

(suspenseful music)

Just a minute.

He usually does this
afterwards, doesn't he?

- Well, that is his...

- [Fillory] Check the
rooms again.

(figurine clicks)

Well?

- Nothing, sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Spelling.

- Well?

- It's big.

- Top marks for observation.

What about this?

Well, this is it.

The stairway.

Remember you said it was
the vital consideration.

Whether it could be
enlarged so that

it would support a spiral
staircase in wrought iron.

- Mm.

- [Patty] Mm?

What does "mm" mean?

- It'll do.

- Good, good.

What about your idea
for knocking down

this dividing wall here

and leaving the staircase
suspended in space?

- It's possible.

- [Patty] You're awfully
noncommittal today.

Yesterday you said you just
had to look at it to know...

- Yes, yes, well, it will work.

- And...

Now the dining area.

- Well, out through there.

- Well, I thought you
said you wanted it

to look out into the garden?

- Oh, yes.

Yes.

Well, out through there then.

- Well, you can't knock
that wall down, you know.

It's a couple of feet thick.

It's a support wall.

Even I know that.

(chuckles)

It really was a mistake
coming out here today,

wasn't it?

Something's bothering you.

- Only you.

(suspenseful music)

Only you.

- Hello?

- Anyone here?

- Mr. Howland.

(sighs)

In here.

- Ms. Heron.

Thought I saw your car.

- The estate agent.

- Whoo.

It is dusty in here.

- Mm-hm.

Uh, Mr. Howland, this
is Mister...

- Bob.

- Hi.

- Just call em Bob.

- [Howland] How do you do?

- Mr. Howland.

- Bob is an architect.

- Ah.

- He's going to give the
place a facelift.

- Ah, it certainly needs it.

Oh, not that the
structure isn't sound.

Dear me, no.

I wouldn't have sold it
to you if it wasn't sound.

- No, the structure of
the place is fine.

- Ah there, I told you, Ms.
Heron.

- It's not perfect
but it could be.

- And will be I'm sure.

And you know what's...

What's more...

Mister?

- Bob.

I told you to call me Bob.

- [Patty] What's the matter, Mr.
Howland?

- Nothing, Ms. Heron, nothing.

I just wanted to make
sure it wasn't vandals

in the house.

I must go now.

- Well, you don't have to.

- No, I must go, I really must.

Nice to have met you,
Mr. Bob, see you again.

Goodbye.

- I'll see him out.

(suspenseful music)

(sighs)

- Oh, damn.

(telephone chirps)

- Hello?

- [Man] Patty?

- No, I'm afraid Ms.
Heron's gone.

Who is this?

- Spelling, Bob Spelling.

- Oh.

So you're the architect.

- [Man] Yes.

- Well, I don't understand.

Surely Patty is with you.

- You haven't taken any notes
or made any measurements.

- No, I've seen
everything I want to see.

Oh.

- What?

- There's dust.

It, it blemishes you.

Spoils the illusion.

The illusion?

- Shall we move on?

- Where to?

- I want to show you
my new place.

- Thank you, goodbye.

(receiver thuds)

Inspector.

I, I forgot that I had a
date with a girl.

I've just telephoned her.

And I was told that
she'd talk to me

and then come over here
to pick me up.

- Well?

- Well, I didn't talk to her.

- [Patty] You cut your hand.

- [Man] Huh?

- [Patty] Your hand, look.

- [Man] Yes, so I have.

You're right.

These old houses can
be a hazard.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Mr. Bradley.

- By Godfrey, you are
like him, aren't you?

You know you're all over
the front page?

Rather, he is.

Not that it makes
any difference.

Huh.

You're alike as two peas.

You never told me about him.

- Well, why should I?

He didn't build your house.

- Oh, touchy.

Should have told me about him,
though.

- Why, would it have made
any difference?

- Of course it would
have made a difference.

- I see, yes, you want
your fee back?

- You've never liked
me, have you, Spelling?

Don't bother to deny it,
you never have.

I didn't come here to gloat.

There's good and bad in
every family.

I'm sorry about this,
about your brother.

I really am, I wouldn't
wish it on anyone.

Now how about a drink, emphasis?

In here.

- [Patty] You know, I
have really (chuckles)

I have never seen
anything quite like this.

Not in California or

well, ever Bel-Air.

- Well, it is my most
considered work.

Father would have liked it.

He's dead now, car crash.

But he would've liked this.

The symmetry.

He was a stickler for
things like that.

Everything had to be right,
in its place.

- Yes, I know exactly
what you mean.

I've known people like that.

Perfectionist, eh?

- Yes, he was.

Yes.

Yes, you know, I told
you he was small,

but he, he towered over you.

You know, dominated you.

Suffocated you.

He wasn't small, but by God,

sometimes I wish he had of been.

- You're a little bit hung
up about him, aren't you?

But after all, you're
your own man now.

Mature and successful certainly.

You ought to try and
think of him

in a, oh, a mellower way.

Think of the good times.

- Yes.

- Well, it seems that Lady
Gifford has got a double bath.

- A double bath.

- Double.

Like twin beds, two
gigantic baths

alongside each other.

Well, it impressed Martha.

She's been on about it all week.

She wants the same.

- Oh, it's not quite as
simple as that.

- Easy to arrange.

All you've gotta do
is shove one in

alongside the other.

- That isn't quite the way
it's done, Mr. Bradley.

And besides, space is limited.

We might have to
knock out a wall.

- Yes, I know, but you're
the brilliant architect.

- Well, I suppose it
could be done,

but we have already
decorated and...

- Let's go and see to it then.

- What, now?

- Oh, sure.

That's how I made my
first million.

Wanting something, go
on right on after it.

Come on, let's go.

- Well, it's not
quite convenient.

- Look, I know you
got a problem,

but maybe this problem
will take your mind

off the other problem, if
you follow me.

Yeah, come on.

- Alright.

- Why don't we see the
rest of the house?

- Oh, I'd love it.

(fabric tears)

Oh dear.

- God, it's ruined.

- Well, not exactly.

- Yes, it is, damn thing!

I mean it, it was perfect,
and now it's ruined.

- Don't worry, I can fix it.

- Fix it?

- Sure, that's how I started
out in the fashion business,

you know, sewing.

(laughs)

If I can find a
needle and thread

I can fix it good as new.

- Good as new?

- Mm-hm, where would I find it,
upstairs?

- Hm?

- A needle and thread, where,
upstairs?

- Yes.

Yes, yes, upstairs.

- Okay.

Listen, don't worry.

Won't take me long.

- Be as good as new.

(cranks)

(whirring)

- Oh.

(cranks)

(cranks)

(chuckles)

(cranks)

(cranks)

(laughs)

(romantic mid temp music)

(music stops)

- [Man] There were no survivors.

The (mumbles) lifeboat returned

in the early hours of
this morning.

(cranks)

(jazzy music)

- [Man] ...1096 for, 81 against,

with ten abstentions.

(jazzy music)

(chuckles)

(laughs)

- Cheers.

(slow jazz music)

(laughs)

(birds chirping)

(slow jazz music)

(vehicle approaches)

(cranks)

(music stops)

- Who the devil does
that belong to?

- I have no idea.

- Well, whoever it is
they're trespassing

on my property.

- Well, they probably
come to look at the house.

I mean it is a showpiece.

- Yeah, my showpiece!

Well, let's find them and
throw them out.

(birds chirp)

You go that way, I'll
go this way.

- [Man] This morning, commuters
in the metropolitan area

were again delayed by...

- Well, did you see anyone?

- No.

- Right.

- Why don't you call the police?

You got a phone?

- Police?

I don't need the police.

If they're not on the grounds
they'll be in the house.

In my house!

- I suppose you've got a
license for that.

- Oh, I don't need a license.

It works fine without one.

(cranks)

- [Man] ...underground
trains and commuter trains

were delayed.

The search for Spelling is
now nationwide.

(ominous music)

Since his escape he's
already k*lled two people.

And members of the
public are warned

that he's extremely dangerous,

and if seen he should on
no account be challenged

or approached.

The police should be
contacted immediately.

- What are you doing
in my house?

- Your house?

- [Bradley] Yes, my house!

This is my wife's bedroom.

Alright, young lady, the
police will deal with you.

- No, wait a minute.

Hey, listen to me, I...

Hey.

(pounding on door)

Let me out!

Please!

- Hey, I was right.

There's a girl in there,
half naked.

Very pretty too.

All we gotta do now is
find the man.

Well, if it's a girl,
there's bound to be a man.

You find anything downstairs?

Do you feel alright?

Hey.

You look different.

(clicking)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey.

Wake up.

Wake up, please!

Oh no.

(suspenseful music)

- Patty?

- Stay there.

- Patty, it's me.

- I know.

I know about you.

- Oh, please...

- You're a k*ller!

- Please, Patty.

- Don't, don't.

I'll sh**t you, I mean it.

- Please...

- Please, don't...

Make me sh**t you.

- But, Patty, what do you
think I was doing out there?

I was calling the police.

Now look, you're pointing
that g*n at the wrong man.

- No, I'm afraid not
the wrong man.

- No, please, Patty,
just listen to me,

just for one moment, please.

You are pointing the g*n
at the wrong man.

I know this is gonna be
difficult for you

to understand, but please, look.

I have a brother, Terry,
a twin brother.

- A twin brother?

- Yes, an identical twin,

and you've been with
him all day.

I know it's difficult
for you to understand.

You don't have to take
my word for it.

Look, he, he came at me.

We had a fight.

I knocked him out and I
put him in the bar, there,

behind you.

In the bar, behind you.

You don't have to take
my word for it.

You can see for yourself.

Now look, the control
panel is there.

Look, just open it up
and see for yourself.

- You open it.

- Yes, well...

(cranks)

(whirring)

- Patty.

Patty.

(cranks)

Patty!

Patty!

Pat--

- Patty.

It's my brother.

My poor brother.

- You're identical.

- Absolutely.

- I could've...

Shot you.

- It's alright now, Patty.

- Your brother,
that's just awful.

- Yes, I know.

- [Man] Patty!

Patty!

You're with the wrong man!

You're with the wrong man,
Patty!

You've been with the
wrong man all day!

(eerie music)

- I'm afraid he was
always a good liar.

- [Man] Oh, Patty, you
picked him up at my flat.

He was hiding there.

- Oh, come on now, you know
we made the arrangements

on the telephone.

- [Man] Ask him
about your house.

And the alterations
we discussed.

- Well, there were so
many with the...

Well, the spiral staircase,

the...extension to
the dining room.

- [Man] Ask him how
we first met.

- Well, on the train.

- [Man] Alright.

Ask him...

What were you wearing?

Now ask him that.

- What was I wearing?

- I'm sorry, but I...

I seldom really notice
women's clothes,

only the woman inside.

- Which train was it
that we were on?

Where was it coming from?

You remember that, don't you?

- I mean, what's it matter
that we're here together

anyway?

- I don't know, it...

It really doesn't matter.

I guess, now that we're
here together.

- [Man] Patty!

Patty!

- Shut up!

He's...

He's really making me
very nervous.

Why don't we get out of here,

go someplace
different altogether?

Why don't we go back
to your place?

- Oh yes.

- [Patty] We can be alone there.

- Yes.

- Good.

Good.

Listen, I'll get the car,

and...

You know, I've...

I've left my bag upstairs.

Would you mind going up
and getting it for me?

And I'll meet you
down by the car.

- Oh, Patty.

Patty...

Did you really think I
was that stupid?

Hm?

Oh, Patty.

Patty.

(overpowering, ominous music)

(g*nsh*t)

(cranks)

(whirring)

- You were always the lucky one.

- [Man] No.

- Oh yes.

Always Dad's favorite.

- He didn't have favorites.

- The lucky one.

She's beautiful.

She's...

Perfect.

(solemn music)

- How could he have
had a favorite?

Hm?

There was no way of
telling us apart.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)