02x04 - One Deadly Owner

[bunniefuu]

(stately orchestra music)

(suspenseful music)

(woman screaming)

(dragging)

(suspenseful music)

- [Salesman] Magnificent,
isn't she?

- Why are they always she?

- I beg your pardon?

- Cars, why are they always she?

- I don't know, perhaps
because they're so sensuous.

She is magnificent.

- Been haunting me all week.

I live just around the corner
and I pass by every day.

And every day I stop.

May I?

- Please.

- How much is she?

- Is this a serious inquiry?

- Deadly.

You may be dealing with
my entire life savings.

- Well, we have it priced
up at 6,500 pounds.

Let's see, in dollars
that would be--

- I think I can make
the equation.

It's an awful lot of money.

- It's an awful lot
of motor car.

(camera clicking)

(jazz music)

- [Peter] Here you go.

- Thanks.

Peter.

- [Peter] Hmm?

- I really blew my mind
today and my bank balance.

- [Peter] That's good,
it's great.

- Here?

I bought myself a new car.

- [Peter] Good.

- Actually it's an investment,
though.

- That's about it.

- Thanks.

- Does it match this
year's color?

The car?

- Well, it isn't new.

You'd never know it, it's
only had one owner, Peter.

Did I tell you about Von
whatever his name is, the

German?

- [Helen] Yeah.

- He's here, flew in
today, wants to meet you.

He runs half the fashion
mags in his country

and the other half don't matter.

- Alright, alright, I'll
meet him, I'll charm him.

- It's not just for me, I
mean, I get a commission.

But guess who he wants
for the model?

- Alright, alright
I'll meet him.

Set it up, okay?

Now don't you wanna see it?

- See what?

- Oh you, my car!

Come on, my new
horseless carriage.

Oh, and I do mean carriage.

I didn't even take a test
run, I knew it was for me.

- [Peter] How, does it have
your monogram on the door?

- You'll see why.

Well?

Isn't it beautiful?

Peter, say something.

- Well, I don't believe it.

- Oh, it's real.

And it is packed with
labor-saving devices.

(laughs)

Actually a girl could get fat
from the lack of exercise.

But, what a lack.

Oh, Peter.

Darling--

- Where'd you get it?

- It was outside with a note
from an anonymous admirer.

(laughs)

Where do you think I got it?

The showroom around the corner.

- Helen, it's crazy.

- What?

- It's too big.

It's too expensive,
it's too (laughs).

It's ridiculous.

- It's my whim of the week.

- Whim?

Darned expensive whim.

Wait a sec, how much
did it cost you?

- 6,300 pounds.

In pounds it sounds less.

- 6,300.

- Actually, I beat him down,
it was--

- Down?

(scoffs)

- Are you jealous?

- Helen, darling, don't
be so darned foolish.

Jealous, why should I be?

It's you I'm thinking of,
your finances.

- I can afford it.

Just.

- Just, and there's
the crux of the matter.

Look, let's be
logical about this.

You live in town, right?

You take cabs almost everywhere.

Now what do you want
with a wagon like this?

What on earth compelled
you to buy it?

- Compelled me?

Peter, it's a...

Well, it's a status symbol.

It'll pay for itself
in publicity.

- You of all people, you
just don't need

a prop to boost you, just
you yourself is enough.

- Well, it's my money.

- Yes and you shouldn't
be trusted to handle it.

- Oh, wow, you sound
like my financial

advisor or agent or something.

- Well, aren't I, almost?

From the moment you arrived here

who set up almost all
your assignments?

Who's looked after you?

- You have, Peter, but I--

- Right and I'm advising
you now, send it back.

- Send it back?

- You just don't need a
car like this!

- How do you know what I need?

It's mine, I had to have it.

- Had to?

Look, if you send it back now,

tell them you've had second
thoughts, they'll understand.

You probably won't lose--
(window buzzing)

Do you realize how much a car

like this will cost you to run?

(knocking) Helen?

I'll come back when you've
recovered your sanity.

(woman screaming)

(tires screeching)

(ominous music)

- Actually, it's von
Piernatzkarhart.

I think von what's-his-name
is easier, don't you?

He wants to meet us for
lunch tomorrow.

I suggested that new place,
Pernino's.

You've wanted to go
there haven't you?

- A woman, I guess it had
to be a woman.

- [Peter] What are you
talking about?

- Oh, thanks.

When I was out driving
just a little

while ago I was on a
country road

and there was nothing around and

all of a sudden I
heard a scream.

- Probably somebody
noticed the way you drive.

- No.

It was inside the car, really.

Right inside.

It was terrible.

- Hey, it was the car.

It had to be, didn't it?

Probably a brake seizing
up, a screech of metal.

- [Helen] Is that possible?

- Well, it happens,
not often, but it does.

I told you, get rid of that car.

- Peter.

- Alright, keep it if
it pleases you so much.

You'll be there, won't you?

- [Helen] Where?

- Tomorrow, von what's-his-name.

- Oh, yes, of course.

What time?

- About one o'clock,
that alright?

- Yeah.

- You can try out your
new status symbol on him.

It's quite easy to park
around there.

- Is it?

(laughs)

- You don't even know
where Pernino's is, do you?

You go down Hamilton Terrace

and turn right into
Marlborough Place.

Have you got it?

- Mm-hmm.

(ominous music)

- She's bound to be a
little bit late.

All women are, aren't they?

- Not in my country.

- Oh, no, no, no, not
in your country.

Women are always early
in your country.

Helen won't be that late.

So, uh...

Meanwhile, if you want go ahead.

(dramatic music)

We could begin the
discussion without her.

- You are a photographer?

- Yes.

- Quite a good one.

Not the most brilliant,
but a good one.

- Well, I try.

- Good photographers are...

What is the phrase?

Ten-a-something.

- Ten a penny.

- Exactly.

Now, Miss Cook, that
is different.

Personally, she's not
my taste at all,

but at this moment her face,
her body,

they are the mode, in,
they are in demand.

- I can assure you--

- No, you cannot assure me.

My assurance is damaged.

I want Miss Cook, I
will tolerate you.

And what happens?

I get you and no Miss Cook.

Now, in my country--

- Mr. Tower?

- Me.

- Call for you, signore.

- Hello?

In Reigate?

That's miles out in the country,
it's 40 miles from London.

What in the hell are you
doing at Reigate?

- I tried to turn the wheel and

it wouldn't it just kept going!

- You mean the power steering
jammed, is that what you mean?

Why didn't you stop?

- I couldn't!

- Helen, it just
isn't good enough!

- Peter, the car
wouldn't let me!

Before I knew what was happening

I was out of town in Reigate.

And then I found myself
on the road to Hitherton.

- Hitherton?

- Yeah, it's a little
village just outside of--

- I know where it is,
at least I think I do.

- I'm sorry!

- I told you, didn't I?

Get rid of that car!

- What do you think it is?

Not being able to turn the wheel

and that scream that I
heard yesterday.

Now where?

(ominous music)

(soft classical music)

- [Announcer] We
interrupt this program

to bring you an
important news item.

A few moments ago shots
were fired from

the public gallery of
the House of Commons.

A man has been arrested.

As yet we have no news
as to whether

anyone has been injured.

There will be a full
report later at 10 o'clock.

We now return you to
the Tchaikovsky concert.

(soft classical music)

(lively jazz music)

- It's ridiculous, I don't
believe a word of it.

- Well, then I must be lying.

- No, no, no, no, I
didn't say that.

Maybe you imagined it,
perhaps even dreamed it?

- No, Peter, it happened.

That radio played a program
that was three months old.

Actually, more than
three months old,

I checked this morning.

That sh**ting took
place on April 2nd.

- Oh, really, Helen.
That's not all, Peter.

The concert the announcer
interrupted, Tchaikovsky?

There was a Tchaikovsky
concert playing on April 2nd.

- So what's your explanation?

- I don't have one, except that

it's got something to do
with this car.

- I told you, the car's jinxed!

- No, it's not jinxed.

Not jinxed.

- Alright, it's not the car,
it's you.

- Me?

- [Peter] Maybe April the 2nd

has a special
significance for you.

Perhaps you were driving
along daydreaming.

- I was not daydreaming.

- Well, the point about
daydreaming is that

you don't always know
that you're doing it.

- Alright, April 2nd.

(sighs)

Wait a minute, I remember.

I was doing a series of
ads for Kenny.

You were out of town.

You had to go to the
country to visit

people or something and
Kenny took over.

Now why would that be
significant?

- [Peter] I don't know.

- No, that's not the answer,
Peter, I'm sure of it.

(gasps)

(dramatic music)

Peter, blood.

(suspenseful music)

- It's brake fluid.

They dye it that color
so it won't get mixed up.

But it shouldn't be
leaking like that.

That explains the
scream, it's brake fluid.

- I've never opened this.

- Hmm?

- The trunk, boot,
whatever you call it.

I've never seen inside of it.

- Oh, it's just the spare wheel,
tools.

- Open it, Peter.

- Helen, look--

- I wanna see inside.

(laughs)

- Alright.

It's locked.

See for yourself.

Here!

Now what are you
expecting to find?

- What's in there?

- I told you, it's the
spare wheel, tools.

- Open it up.

- [Peter] It's very sinister.

Treasure trove.

- It looks valuable.

- No, paste.

- I don't think so.

If those are diamonds then
it is valuable.

- So it's valuable.

- She lost it.

- She?

(laughs)

Yes, I suppose it is
fair to imagine,

unless the person was
very avant garde,

a woman did once own that.

- It doesn't have a clip.

It's for a woman with
pierced ears.

- And she was left-handed,
blond and collected pottery.

- Look at the part that
goes through the ear,

it's all bent out of shape.

- Somebody's dropped it.

- Or it was pulled off.

Violently.

Maybe during a struggle.

- What are you driving at?

- I knew I was gonna
find something.

- How could you possibly know?

- I knew.

The car told me.

(laughs)

- In a breathless whisper?

It has a reputation of being

pretty quiet, pretty
close-mouthed.

- Now, don't laugh at me, Peter.

- Well, what do you
expect me to do?

You (sighs).

For the last two days
you've been behaving

like someone with a one-way
ticket to a booby hatch.

- Ever since I bought the car.

- Well, you must admit,
it has gone to your head.

- That car is haunted.

Or wait a minute, it's
possessed by a psychic presence.

I don't know what those
terms are, but--

- Now I know you're crazy.

Look, do you approve of
my selection?

- Well, look at the facts.
- Facts, what facts?

You imagined screams,
radio programs?

- I didn't imagine them,
they happened!

All those things happened,
you can't explain them away.

- I can.

I can with one simple
fact of my own.

(sighs)

Darling, you're on the verge
of a nervous breakdown.

- Peter!

- And it's probably my fault.

I've been pushing you too hard.

Driving my own ambition
at the speed of light

and not noticing what
it's been doing to you.

- You're wrong, Peter.
- No, no.

- I don't care what you
say, I'm gonna find out.

- How?

Are you gonna have the
car exorcised,

call in the witch
finder general?

Darling, I'm not gonna let
you make a fool of yourself.

- One careful owner.

Why didn't I think of
that before?

It's in the registration
book, for heaven sakes.

The previous owner.

Here it is, John Philip Jacey,
the High Lodge, Reigate.

Reigate, Peter!

- I'll tell Mr. Jacey
you're here, Miss um?

- Cook, Helen Cook.

- Yes, Miss Cook.

He might be a few minutes,
though.

I don't like to disturb
him while he's sh**ting.

- sh**ting?

- Clay pigeons.

Mr. Jacey is a very good shot,
Miss.

If it moves he rarely misses.

(ominous music)

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Mr. Jacey?

- No, I'm afraid not, I'm just
the hired help around here.

Freddy Green.

- Hello.

- I'm Mr. Jacey's secretary,
aide-de-camp, you name it.

(laughs)

Flattered you should
think I was him, though.

He's very rich, you see.

Helen Cook, isn't it?

I don't have any
reason to be here

except that Hawkins, the butler,
you know,

said there was an exceptionally

pretty girl here to see Mr.
Jacey.

Hawkins is inclined to
exaggeration,

but not this time.

Can I get you a drink?

- Well, I don't think--
- Mr. Jacey would want me to.

Promise.

- Alright.

- Fine, sherry?

- Alright.

What does Mr. Jacey do?

- It will be easier to
list what he doesn't do;

oil, building, publication,
electronics.

When somebody bakes a pie
he gets a finger into it.

My God!

- What's wrong?

- That car outside, I
presume it's yours?

Looks just like the one
we got rid of.

- It is.

- What?

- That is why I'm here to
see Mr. Jacey.

- The same one?

Back to roost again.

- Well, not exactly to roost,
I'm not staying that long.

- No?

Oh, that's a pity.

You uh, want him to buy
it back or something?

- No.

Well, it's silly actually.

Had I known that Mr.
Jacey was so busy

and important I
wouldn't have bothered

him personally, but--
(door opening)

- Oh, good morning, sir.

This is Miss Cook.

- What?

Oh, I'm sorry, to preserve
the hearing, you know.

I lipread the Cook.

The other name?

- Helen.

- We haven't met, have we?

- No, as a matter of
fact, I was just saying

maybe I shouldn't have
bothered you personally.

- Oh, no bother, no bother.

- It's about the car, sir.

- Car?

- Yes, it's yours, sir.

Miss Cook is the
proud new owner.

- That's why I'm here.

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.

- Well, you see, I bought
the car as an investment.

They do go up in value,
don't they?

- If you keep it long enough
in original condition.

- Well, that's it,
original condition.

You see, I can't find
the handbook.

- The handbook?

- Yes.

I suppose I could get another
one from the manufacturer,

but that wouldn't be authentic.

It would be original condition.

- The handbook.

Well, I daresay.

Freddy, where would
that be you think?

- If anywhere, sir,
in your desk.

- Well, let's take a look,
shall we?

- Yes, sir.

- Your wife is very beautiful.

I'm sorry, I just
assumed it was your wife.

- I have no wife, Miss Cook,
not anymore.

- Oh, I'm sorry, did she die?

- Miss Cook, I'm sure
Freddy can cope

with this if you'll excuse me.

It has been nice meeting you.

- I'm awfully sorry if I
said anything that would...

- It's not your fault.

How could you know?

- Is that his wife?

- Yes, that's her alright,
Sheila.

- What happened to her?

- She fell in love, at least
that was the conclusion.

Seen in town a couple of times

with a young man, one
day she'd gone.

He pretends she never existed.

But he won't get rid of
the photograph.

That must mean something.

- Didn't he ever try and
persuade her to come back?

- Didn't no where to contact
her even if he wanted to.

But I doubt his pride
would have let him.

Mind you, I'll never
tell him this,

but he's better off without her.

- What do you mean?

- Ah, a gentlemen never tells.

But he is better off.

No, I think you're out of luck,
Miss Cook.

- What?

- The handbook, no sign of it.

- Oh well, that's
alright, thank you anyway.

- I'll tell you what,
scribble your address there

and if it turns up I'll
let you know.

- Alright.

When did it happen, his wife?

- Oh, not long ago.

- Exactly when?

- Three months ago.

- April 2nd?

- Why, yes it was.

But how did you know?

- Listen, thanks so much for
your help and for the drink.

Goodbye, now.

- [Freddy] Hawkins?

- Yes?

- [Freddy] You helped
me check the car over

before we sold it, didn't you?

- That's right.

- The handbook was in it,
wasn't it?

Definitely, the glove

compartment, I remember
distinctly.

- Yes, so do I.

- What did she want?

- Not sure.

Asked about Mrs. Jacey.

- You tell her?

- You tell her, what
do you mean?

- Well, you'd know more
about Mrs. Jacey

than most, wouldn't you?

- I suppose you're happy
that it's solved now, hmm?

- Solved?

- Well, you've
established a link.

It's totally inexplicable.

You'll never know the
whole truth but at least--

- That's exactly what I
intend to do,

to find out the whole truth.

- But what else is
there to know?

- I heard a woman scream,
Mrs. Jacey disappeared.

Now, something happened to her.

Something terrible.

- Now you're guessing.

You're just embroidering to
give it a little extra drama.

Now, why didn't you
give that back?

- I'm not sure.

- That's stealing by finding.

That's valuable, if
they find out that you--

- Ah, it's valuable now, is it?

(laughs)

I thought you said it was paste?

- Well, you tell me
Jacey's a rich man,

stands to reason his wife's
jewelry would be real.

I'll send it back.

- No, no, no.

- Oh, come--
- No!

Not yet.

- [Freddy] Hello, again.

- Hello.

- You do remember me?

Why, it seems like only this
morning that we first met.

- [Helen] Yeah, come in.

- Thanks.

- Come on upstairs.

Can I repay your hospitality?

- Yes, I'd love a drink.

- Scotch?

- Splendid.

Actually, this morning's
booze belonged to Mr. Jacey.

He owns everything out there.

Even, I sometimes think,
my soul.

You live here alone?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's very nice.

You have taste.

I hope it extends to men.

- I wondered about giving
you my address.

- You have me all wrong.

This is a business call.

After all, I promised you,
didn't I?

- Promised me what?

- This,

the handbook you wanted.

It was at the back
of the drawer.

(ominous music)

- Tell me, when she went
out did she take the car?

- Helen, what is this?

You've done nothing but ask
me questions about Mrs. Jacey.

What is your interest?

- Morbid curiosity, I guess.

Don't you know there
isn't a woman alive

who doesn't like
scandal firsthand?

You never answered my question.

- The car?

You know, I thought she
had taken the car,

but the next morning it
was in the garage,

so she couldn't have, could she?

- She might have and you
didn't know it.

- And bring it back again?

Why?

- Well, what did the police say?

- Police?

- Well, if she didn't
leave a note

then Mr. Jacey must
have called the police.

- Yes, he called them, then
it all began to come out.

Things I already knew about
her, the life she was leading.

There were lots of men.

I caught a glimpse of one of
them once here in town myself.

She didn't see me, of
course, but I saw them.

The police made a search,
some inquiries

and then to the bitter
truth; she'd run off.

He still keeps that photograph,
though.

- [Helen] Well, did he know
about the kind of life--

- No, no, no, we have
exhausted the topic.

I absolutely refuse to
answer any more questions.

- [Peter] Helen!

- Peter.

- So at long last you got
around to visiting Pernino's?

- Yes.

Peter, this is Freddy Green.

Freddy, Peter Tower.

- Good evening.

- I called you about
an hour ago.

- We were here.

- You didn't tell me
you had a date.

- I didn't know.

You see, Freddy was
kind enough to

bring me the handbook
for the car.

He works for Mr. Jacey.

- Ah, so she's got you
in on it, too, has she?

(stammering)

- Darling, could you
call me tomorrow?

We were just about to leave.

- [Freddy] Eh?

- Well, you have to get back
to Reigate tonight, don't you?

- Yes, yes, that's right.

- Tomorrow, alright?

- Ciao.
- Ciao, babe.

(suspenseful music)

Just one nightcap.

- You sure you won't?

- No, no, I've had enough.

- You're a fraud, Miss Cook.

All that business about
the handbook.

Just an excuse for,
well, I don't know what.

You are a fraud.

- And you are a liar.

This isn't my handbook.

Know why?

Because my handbook is
downstairs in my garage.

- Then I was right.

- So was I.

- I took it from our new car.

- Why?

- One, it was a good
excuse to see you again.

And two, you are up
to something.

Something that affects Mr.
Jacey.

And if it affects him,
it affects me.

He's been good to me,
trusted me.

I haven't always lived
up to that trust, but...

Well, what is all this about?

- m*rder.

I'm guessing, but I think
that's what it's about.

- m*rder?

Who?

- Mrs. Jacey.

- Excuse me, sir.

Sir?

I was just going to bed, sir.

I wondered if there was
anything else?

- No, that'll be all, thank you,
Hawkins.

Pretty woman.

- Sir?

- That girl today,
Helen something.

Attractive.

- I should say, sir.

- Reminded me...

- Sir?

- Goodnight, Hawkins.

- Well, I can see you're
just like Peter.

You don't believe a word of it,
do you?

- Peter?

- Peter Tower, you met him
at the restaurant tonight.

He thinks I'm overdue for
a new set of brains, too.

- Oh, yes, Peter.

Skeptical, was he?

- Skeptical is the
understatement of the year.

And I can see you're
just the same.

- Don't know.

Don't know what to make of it.

It's a weird story, unreal.

- Not to me.

- No, obviously not.

- Something happened
in that car.

- You can say that again.

I used to borrow it sometimes.

Well, what's the next move?

- I intend to find out
what happened.

- [Freddy] How?

- I'm going to let
the car tell me.

Now look, that radio
broadcast I heard

was originally put out at 9:42.

- So?

- So, why did I hear that
and only that?

Because that's when it must
have happened, around 9:42.

- April the 2nd,
three months ago.

- Somewhere in the Reigate
area on the Hitherton road.

- Hitherton?

- That's where the car took me.

So, tomorrow night I'm going to

take it to that place,
that time.

- [Freddy] And then what?

- I don't know.

But what else is there?

- You could forget
the whole thing.

- Yes.

Yes, that's what Peter says.

But I can't forget it.

Somehow...

Somehow it was all meant.

- Yes, I was
wondering about that.

I mean, why you?

Why not the car salesman?

There must have been others
who took the test run.

Why you?

- I guess because I
actually own the car.

I've never admitted this
to anyone before but,

I didn't really want that car.

But every time I
passed the showroom

I couldn't help myself
but, I didn't want it.

- It wanted you.

- Well, that's how it seemed.

I don't know.

I really don't.

Maybe Peter's right, maybe I
am heading for a breakdown.

- You seem okay to me,
more than okay.

I'd better be getting back.

You haven't told anyone
else, apart from Peter?

- No.

- I wouldn't if I were you.

Invites mockery and you're
much too nice for that.

Tomorrow night, eh?

- Mm-hmm.

- It'll be a waste of time.

- It's my time.

- Can you move back
a little bit?

I want a low angle.

- I don't know if it was such
a good idea using this car.

- Well, it cost a fortune,
so far nothing but trouble,

might as well get
your money back.

- No.

- But it's a good background!

- Well, there are
other backgrounds.

- Alright, I've got all
I want anyway.

What time are you
leaving this evening?

- Around eight.

- I'll be here dead on then.

- Peter, I don't
know if I want--

- You don't think I was gonna
let you go alone, did you?

- It might not work
with you along.

- It's not gonna work anyway.

- If it's not gonna work,
why go along?

- I don't believe in ghosts,
but I do believe in trouble.

And it's a dark and lonely
place you're going to.

And you're a pretty girl.

See you at eight.

- Trion Chemical, start buying
as soon as the market opens.

- [Freddy] Right, sir.

- And hold on the
exploratory oils.

I'll be going over to the rigs
myself later on this week.

I'll make a better
judgment then.

- Right.

- Oh, and remind me to
call Feese, will you?

I'm not very happy about
those end of the year figures.

There may be some
hidden explanation.

If not, I'll be selling gently
over the next week or two.

Don't want to start a panic,

bring the price down even lower.

Now, these magazine accounts.

- Mr. Jacey, do you
think the rest

could wait until tomorrow?

I was rather hoping to
get away by eight.

- I daresay it could
wait till Monday.

There's nothing very critical.

Yes, alright, you can go
now if you want.

- Thank you, sir.

- A date, Freddy?

- Sort of.

- Well, make sure she's
someone you can trust.

- I will, sir.

- Peter, I--

I'm sorry.

- Miss Cook?

- Yes.

- I am Hans von Piernatzkarhart.

- Oh, yes.

- But you are about to go out.

It is inconvenient?

- Well, I am going out in
a few minutes,

but please come in, won't you?

- Thank you.

Please, go about your business,
Miss Cook.

I shall talk as you do so.

- Alright.

I was just gonna take these down

to the car in case it gets cold.

- Of course.

- Well, if you'd like
to come along,

please do, Mr. Von Pierce?

- Hans, thank you.

- Come on.

- Not in my country.

This is by way of a
business call, Miss Cook.

As you know, I've actually
used you in fashion magazines.

I had hoped to contact
you through Mr. Tower.

I understood he wielded some

influence over your career,
but...

I see I am too late.

- What?

- Well, color, same
registration.

And what did he get in return?

An exclusive contract to
your services?

Over a long term, no doubt.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, come now, Miss Cook.

I am the wiliest of foxes.

It's quite clear to me.

I know this car well.

I have ridden in it, both
with J.P. Jacey

and his delicious, if obvious,
wife.

- Mr. Jacey?

- Surely you knew that
he and I are rivals?

In a friendly business sense.

We are both involved,
amongst other things,

in publishing magazines.

But he got to you first.

- Got to me, I--

Oh no, no, no, wait a minute.

I bought this car with
my own hard-earned money.

- Yes, perhaps in Britain there

are some who would accept that.

But in my country...

However, we Germans do
not like to be beaten.

The last w*r was enough.

What is the value of this car?

Six, seven thousand?

Eight would be outrageous,
so that is what I shall pay.

- What?

- Of course, in return,
you will tear up whatever

contract you have with
Jacey and work for me.

Exclusively.

Well, it is poor business,

but it will be compensation
to outwit J.P. Jacey.

Besides, this car has
memories for me

of J.P. Jacey and his
delicious, but obvious, wife.

- 8,000 pounds?

- That's what he offered.

- And a contract?

- That, too.

- And I wasn't looking
forward to this evening.

(laughs) Helen!

Oh, I love you, I
really love you!

And who said that women hadn't
got any business acumen?

You didn't?

You turned him down.

- I turned him down.

- A solid profit and a future.

For a ghost?

- I have to see this through,
Peter.

- I brought a torch.

(suspenseful music)

- What am I doing here?

Helen, this is crazy!

- I didn't ask you
to come along.

- Let's stop now,
let's turn back

before we make complete
fools of ourselves.

(sighs)

- Are you going out, sir?

- I saw signs of a fox
near the chicken run.

They hunt at night, I thought
I'd follow their example.

There's nothing worse than
a fox, Hawkins.

Destruction, wanton.

They destroy
everything they touch.

- Yes, sir.

- Now what?

- I don't know.

I've never been any
farther than this.

- There's nowhere else to go.

- No, just some car tracks.

What time is it?

- It's about 9:40.

- Exactly.

- 9:41.

(buttons clicking)

(laughs)

Six grand and the radio
doesn't even work.

- It isn't quite time yet.

- This has gone far enough.

We came here, right?

I played your little
game, nothing's happened.

Nothing's going to happen.

So let's turn this darned thing
around-- (classical music)

- It's 9:42.

- Yes.

- [Announcer] We
interrupt this program

to bring you an
important news item.

A few moments ago shots
were fired from

the public gallery at
the House of Commons.

A man has been-- (snapping off)

- Let's get away from here,
Helen.

Now.

- No!

I'm going to see this through.

- But to where?

- The car will decide.

(dramatic music)

- Helen, no!
- Peter!

(engine sputtering)

- It stalled!

- No, it's taken us as
far as we need to go.

This is the end of the line.

- Here?

There's nothing!

(owl hooting)

- There's something over there.

We're right in line with
it and there's no road in.

The car couldn't take
us any further.

You coming?

(suspenseful music)

- It's derelict.

Hey!

(crashing)

- Well, I want to
see everything.

- There's nothing to see,
no one's been here in years.

- Help me get, ow!

Help me get some of these.

(thudding)

(g*n firing)

That was a shot.

- Gamekeeper, perhaps.

Has it occurred to you that
we're probably trespassing?

- Yes.

Yes, I'll tell him as
soon as he gets back.

Thank you.

- Destructive.

Wantonly destructive.

- Good sh**ting, sir.

But I don't think you were the

only prowling around tonight,
sir.

- [Mr. Jacey] What?

- Mrs. Vincent just telephoned,
sir, from the lodge cottage.

She swears she saw a light
in the old ruined house.

- A light?

- Someone sleeping rough,
I suppose.

- All the same, I think
I'd better take a look.

- Would you like me to
come along with you, sir?

I mean, you never
know these days.

Might be someone dangerous.

- I can handle it.

- [Peter] Are you satisfied?

- It brought us here.

It meant us to come here.

- And you searched
the whole place.

Now, come on, Helen.

- I don't understand it.

- Neither do I, but one
thing I do know,

we're going back to town
and tomorrow you're gonna

sell that car and forget
about the whole thing.

- [Helen] It brought us
here for a reason!

- A reason that you can't
find because it doesn't exist!

Now look, Helen, I'm
beginning to lose patience.

- Peter, look.

Hold this, right there.

(dramatic music)

It's her.

I knew she was here somewhere.

All this time she's been
crying out to be found.

I was right all along.

- Yes, I know.

That's the pity of it.

Because I do love you.

You know I really do love you.

- Peter?

- She might have
stayed there hidden

for years and years,
perhaps forever.

But you had to be a hero
and cry I can't afford that.

- Oh, Peter.

Why?

- Jacey leads a group
of magazines.

I wanted in so I thought,
get to the wife,

get to the man, but
it went wrong.

It became serious for her.

She was actually going
to tell her husband.

I couldn't have that.

It would have completely
ruined my chances so I...

I let her take me for
a drive and...

After, after it was over I
took it back to the house.

That car, that damned car!

Why did you have to buy it?

- She made me.

To get to you.

I was the link.

- I told you to get rid of it.

I told you to sell that car!

I do love you.

I do love you!

But I have to--

- [Helen] No.

- I have to-- (grunting)

(thudding)

- I recognized him in the
restaurant last night.

He was the one I was with Mrs.
Jacey.

(groaning)

(gasping)

- Helen, I do love you.

I do love you.

Please, please.

Please, please.

(g*n firing)

(thudding)

(somber music)

- Sheila.

(soft orchestral music)