03x05 - Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

[bunniefuu]

(grand music)

(birds chirping)

- Just look at it.

Exactly like the pictures
in the guidebook.

I bet it's a fantastic
view from up there.

- Oh, Jane, we're not
going all the way

up to the top, are we?

- You don't have to but
I certainly am.

- Well, you know how I
feel about heights.

- I didn't come all
the way up here

just to look at it from
ground level.

Besides, we'll get some
great pictures.

Come on, Cathy.

- Whatever you say, Jane.

(birds chirping)

(footsteps clicking)

(wind whistling)

(camera shutter clicking)

(Jane screaming)
(dramatic music)

- [Jane] Cathy, help!

(Jane screaming)

(tense music)

(gentle music)

- Jane, are you ready?

(people speaking faintly)

(clock ticking)

(woman screaming)

- I thought I was dreaming.

- No.

- It was a scream!

A woman's scream.

- An animal or someone
having a nightmare.

Goodnight, Miss Pendy.

- Goodnight.

(clock ticking)

(wind whistling)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- [Man] Morning!

- [Woman] Oh!

Oh, I've forgotten to get
the girl to pack you a lunch.

- Don't bother, I'll be
back before then.

- No, no, I'll do it myself.

- I said don't bother.

Okay?

Oh, by the way,

did you and Arthur get into
another fight last night?

- No, why?

- You didn't hear it then?

- Hear what?

- Doesn't matter.

See ya.

(door latch clicking)

- Oh, Arthur, for heaven's sake.

- Just wanna have a
look at the paper.

- You know I don't like
people to see you like that,

we have a standard to maintain.

- I know, I know,

we have a standard to maintain.

Much as she can do to
see her egg.

Anything there?

- What do you think?

Bills, as usual.

I didn't hear you come to
bed last night.

- I sat up for a while.

- I know.

I found the bottle.

Number four is taken so
don't disturb her.

- Good morning!

- Morning.

(Cathy tapping)
- Jane!

Jane?

Good morning.

- Good morning, Miss More,
isn't it?

I'm Alice Lewis, you met
my husband last night.

- Oh, indeed, we did.

Well, she's up bright
and early this morning.

- I beg your pardon?

- My cousin, Jane.

We were going down to
the river this morning.

But I didn't think
she'd make it,

not after that drive yesterday.

Anyway, when she gets back,

would you please tell her
that I am having my breakfast?

- Yes, of course.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- [Alice] I do wish you'd
tell me these things.

You said we only had
one arrival last night.

- [Arthur] That's right.

- One arrival, two people.

Where'd you put the other girl,
seven?

- What other girl?

- Miss More's cousin.

- You got it wrong again,
Miss More arrived alone.

- [Alice] Come on, Arthur,
don't be silly.

- About 9:30, Catherine More,
American from Los Angeles

arrived alone, went
straight up to her room,

number four, go check
the register.

- Oh, well, I did.

Well, Arthur, I've just this
moment been talking to her,

she asked about her cousin,

I got the impression she
was staying here, too.

- Got the wrong impression
then, didn't you?

Check the register.

Always check the register.

(suspenseful music)

- Ah, good morning, Mrs. Lewis.

- Morning, Miss Pendy.

Everything all right?

- Oh, very nice, thank you,
very nice.

- Miss More, you must think
me awfully stupid but,

well, what time do you
expect your cousin?

- Well, any minute now,
I assume.

The river's not very far, is it?

- [Alice] The river?

- Well, unless she changed
her mind and took a stroll

down through the village.

At any rate, she's gonna
hate missing this--

- Miss More, you are speaking

as though your cousin
were already staying here.

- Oh, but she is.

- Oh, but.

- Oh, I see, I'm sorry.

There's been some mistake.

I know that you weren't here
last night when we arrived,

but I'm sure your husband
will explain it to you.

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

- She must be mad!

- Why?

- Or were you just too drunk
last night to remember,

is that it?

- Yeah, I...

- The American girl, Arthur,

she insists her cousin
was staying here, too!

- [Arthur] Miss More?

- [Cathy] Mr. Lewis.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

I hope you got things
straightened out.

- Hm?

- Well, I mean, your wife.

She seemed a little confused.

I hope you explained.

- Explained what?

- Oh, about my cousin Jane!

- Who arrived here last night?

- Yes, that's right.

You see--

- Miss More, Miss More, I
checked you in, just you.

You were alone.

- I mean, what is this,

some kind of quaint old
English custom or something?

Where's Jane?

- What are you up to?

You out to make trouble--

- Yes, now, just a minute,

just a mention.

- No, I--
- You arrived here last night,

together with your cousin,
is that what you're saying?

- Yes, of course--

- Then she would've had
to sign the register,

I never overlook that.

- No matter what, he never
overlooks that.

- Well, she signed the register,

she signed it right--

- I think I'd better
call a doctor.

- She's at,

No, no, now, now, now
wait a minute.

Now, you took our bags up.

You said the porter
was off-duty.

- Well, Parminter was
off last night.

- Yes, indeed, I did
take your bags up,

just yours, you were alone.

- You put me in number four,
right?

- Yes.

- And then you put my cousin,
Jane, in number seven!

Number seven!

Number seven!

- I brought her luggage up?

- Now, look, if this is
some kind of joke,

it's gone far enough.

I get it now,

Jane put you up to this,
didn't she?

All right, where is she?

- Miss More, why don't
you come downstairs,

have a cup of tea, and
lie down for a while?

- Now, wait a minute!

There was a large tartan case

and a small, brown leather
bag with her name on it.

Why are you lying?

Why is he lying?

- He's not lying, why
should he lie to you?

- Wait a minute.

Jane Howard!

Tall, American, brunette!

He even made a joke about that.

Um, "Gentlemen prefer blonds
but I'm no gentleman."

- Woman's off her nut.

- No, Jane was here!

- [Arthur] I am going
to get a doctor.

- I don't need a doctor!

There was somebody else.

The lady who is down
there at breakfast now.

- Miss Pendy?

- Yes, that,

that one, yes!

- Then ask her.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

- Do you recognize me?

- Yes, you were at
breakfast just now.

- No, no, no, before that.

Um, last night, you
were sitting just here--

- Yes, I was watching--

- Watching the--
- The television.

- Yes!

- I like this big screen,
you see, and I usually--

- And you saw me check in,

last night about 9:30.

- Ah, was that when it was?

- Then you did see me?

- Yes, of course, dear.

- And my friend?

- Friend?

- The girl who was with
me, tall, brunette.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Then you did see her?

- Well, I must've seen her
if you say she was here

but, between you and me, dear,

my eyesight isn't what it was.

That's why I like this
big screen, you see.

Now, what did you say your
friend looked like, hm?

(clock ticking)

- You satisfied?

Hm?
- Oh, for Pete's sake,

am I gone crazy?

- That was our first assumption,
yes.

- No!

No!

No, Jane was here!

Right here, I saw her!

You saw her, she signed this...

What have you done to her?

Where is she?

Jane!

Jane!

Oh, what have you done?

Jane, Jane!

- Stop it, stop it!
- What have you done to her?

- Stop it, stop it!

You're going to leave
this hotel now.

There'll be no charge,

but you're going to get
into your car and leave!

- Leave?

- Yes, we don't want
any trouble.

- I, I can't leave, not
without Jane.

- There wasn't any Jane.

(wind whistling)

- [Arthur] You understand me?

- Why, you think I'm crazy.

Well, I think you're lying!

Oh, we'll just let the
police decide.

Look, I can just as easily
call from someplace else.

- No, Alice, no, I promised you.

- You were drinking last night.

- Yes, yes, I know I
was drinking.

I wasn't drunk, though.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

Her cousin was never here.

(car motor humming)

(tense music)

(door latch clicking)

- Miss More?

- Yes.

- My name's Dexter.

This is Reeves, Michael Reeves.

- How do you do?

- It's a nice day.

(clock ticking)

Now, you must be Mr. Lewis.

- Yes, I'd like to say,
here and now,

this girl is either
raving mad or--

- Yes, well, I'll get to it
in a moment, sir, but first,

I'd like to have a word
with Miss More in private,

can you please suggest
somewhere quiet?

- Well, there's the
bar, it isn't open yet.

- Excellent.

- If you would follow me.
- Mm-hmm.

Michael, would you?

- Miss More?

- We'll get to you in a moment.

Right, you gave us the
bare bones on the phone.

Can we have some details,
please?

(Arthur sighing)

- Don't you ever learn?

- And then, um, in London we
rented a car, the one outside.

We drove straight down
to the country.

We just wanted to roam around

and look at some
ancient monuments.

(wind whistling)

And then, um, the last
couple of nights, we, uh,

we spent in a motel,
just Jane and me.

We always got along.

Always looked out
for each other.

Always.

(wind whistling)

Um, I, uh, I told you we
were cousins, didn't I?

- Yes, you told us.

- Yes, well, then last night,
we, uh,

we came here, Jane and me.

We came here, to this hotel.

Here!

- Mr. Lewis?

- Yes?

- Ah, could you spare a moment,
sir?

Just exactly when did
she drop this bombshell?

- This morning when she
came down to breakfast.

- But last night, when she
arrived and registered,

she seemed all right
to you then?

- Yes, of course.

If I'd known then that
she was nutcase.

- Ah, funny one.
- Yeah.

- A very funny one.

Convincing, though.

- You don't believe her?

- Look at the register.

- I did.

Yes, well, we'll get this
cleared up soon as we can, sir.

You can never tell with women,
can you?

No, you can never
tell with women.

Follow me.

- May I go up now, please?

- I'm afraid not, not yet.

We have to get the man's
side of things.

We do that, you know,
even in a case of r*pe.

- Nobody's been r*ped.

- Ah, no body, as that's the
key word, isn't it, no body.

Miss More says she had a friend.

Your husband says no.

- Well, if this girl had been--

- Well, she was just here.

- Yes, yes, well, we'll
talk shall we, eh?

Clear the air, hm?

Why don't we all sit down?

Come on, all.

That's better.

Now, I've listened to Miss
More and she's convinced me,

so now it's your turn, Mr.
Lewis, you convince me.

You stand firm on this?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Well, the first thing
to do is to make sure

that Jane Howard does exist.

- What'd you say?

- Oh, you're certain, of course,

but I have to be as well,
don't I?

Now, last night you stayed here.

The night before you
stayed where?

- Uh, just outside Bristol.

- In a motel.

- Yes.
- Yes, you have proof?

- Yes, yes!

I've been collecting
these all along.

A friend of mine back
home has a collection.

Here, that's where we stayed.

- Michael.

Mm-hmm, check.

Oh, and Michael, while
you're about it,

you might see if you can get
Superintendent Davis over here.

- Superintendent?

Yes, sir.

- A second opinion's
always useful.

(machinery clicking)

(Dexter whistling)

- Would anyone like a drink?

The bar is open.

- It's early for me.

- Miss More, a brandy might
put some sense into you.

- No, thank you.

- Well, I'll need one.

Arthur?

- Can't let you drink alone.

(wind whistling)

- I phoned the motel.

You're in the register,
Miss More,

but no Jane Howard.

- No.

Yes, yes.

You see, Jane was
parking the car,

so I registered for
both of us, it was easy.

I know the staff must remember.

- Mm-hmm.

Anonymous places, motels.

You drive in, out, away.

Don't have to talk to
anyone if you don't want to.

That's why they're so
popular with some people.

- Jane was with me.

- Yes, well, we'll just have
to check with immigration now,

though that will take a
little longer, of course.

But they'll know when Jane
Howard arrived in the country.

Or if.

Michael, immigration.

And, Michael, what about Davis?

- On his way.

- Well, keep me informed.

- I'd like to speak
to her alone.

- Use the bar.

You can even have a
drink if you like,

isn't that right, Mrs. Lewis?

Follow me, would you?

And while you're talking,

we shall be taking a
look around,

uh, that to include your room,
Miss More.

- Yes.

- Michael.
- Of course.

- We can have a nice, long
chat and no interruptions.

Do sit down.

- I didn't have any luck.

They're not biting.

Not the fish, anyway.

See you later.

- Tell me more about Jane.

Describe her.

- Well, she's about my height,
dark,

25 years old.

- About the same as you?

- Well, I'm 26.

- And you both came
from Los Angeles?

- Yes.

Look, don't you think we
should be out looking for Jane?

I mean, we--
- Please sit down, Miss More.

- All right.

- What do you do in Los Angeles,
now?

- I'm a stenographer.

- And you've been touring
Europe for six weeks?

- Almost.

- They must pay you well.

- Oh, (chuckling) no,
that was Jane.

She wanted to come to Europe

but she didn't wanna
come by herself,

so she financed both of us.

- So this Jane is wealthy,
is she?

- Well, she's on the lucky
side of the family, yes.

- What about your side?

Your father, for instance?

What does he do?

- I really don't know now.

I haven't seen him in
about 10 years.

Not since he divorced my mother.

- But you see her?

- Not very often.

Um, she remarried.

Sort of drifted.

- So you're an
emotional orphan then?

- Well, I hardly think
of myself as an orphan.

I mean, I usually think
of orphans as being,

well, you know, children.

- Will you describe yourself
as a lonely girl, Miss More?

- Well, I'm not
particularly gregarious,

if that's what you mean.

- And Jane's your
closest friend?

- Yes.

Look, I've known her
all my life.

We get along.

Look, what kind of
policeman are you, anyway?

- I'm not a policeman,
Miss More.

I'm a psychiatrist.

- Ah, found anything?

- Not yet.

- Well, I'll finish up in here,

you get along to room
number seven,

that's where the other one's
supposed to have stayed.

- [Michael] All right.

(Dexter whistling)

(tense music)

- How much longer will they be?

- It doesn't matter, does it?

- What?

- No matter how long they take,

they're only going to
find out the same thing.

Aren't they, Ar?

- You know as much as I do.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Michael, found anything?

- Afraid not.
- Ah.

- Bed hasn't been slept
in, not a crease in it.

- Mm-hmm.

- The towels haven't
been used either.

- Mm, no hairs on the
sink either.

There usually are with women.

Remember that, Michael?

- Yes.

- Yes, sir.

You've not been calling
me sir much lately.

I'd like you to call me
sir occasionally.

- Yes, sir.
- Mm.

So, she was lying.

Making it up.

- Or she's mental.

Sir.
- Mm.

- [Davis] Excuse me.

- Well?
- I don't know.

- That's what I got you
here for, so we would know.

- Well, I've only spoken
to her for a few minutes.

- Look, I'm not asking for
established opinion, I get--

- She's upset and distraught.

- Oh, I knew that, that's
not what I asked you--

- You should've told
her who I was.

- Oh, Davis, Davis.

- All right, she has a
background of rejection,

her father's divorced,

her mother is no longer
a force in her life.

- Oh, save all that for a jury.

Is she a raving mad
or isn't she?

- She's not mad, no,
certainly not mad.

- Mentally disturbed then.

- Well, it's possible.

- Would she invent another girl?

- No, I'm sure Jane
Howard exists,

or existed.

(clock ticking)

(wind whistling)

(Dexter chuckling)

- A nut, hm?

- Yeah.

- Oh, don't worry,

I'm an old hand at
cracking nuts.

Shall I?

Thank you, Michael.

Right, so now, Miss More,

just a few more questions.

- Why do you keep
asking me questions?

Why me?

He's the one you
should be asking!

He knows what happened to Jane.

- Yes, but you're, uh,

you're the one making the
accusations, aren't you?

So we'll have the whole
story all over again,

from the first day you
arrived in this country.

- How deep will they dig?

- Well, they have no need.

(clock ticking)

- I've told you!

I keep telling you!

- Tell me again.

You arrived here about
9:30 last night, right?

- Yes.

- You and Jane.
- That's right.

We checked in.

He took our bags up.

- You saw nobody else at all.

- Well, there was the old lady--

- Ah, but she doesn't
remember seeing a Jane,

you admitted that.

Was nobody else in the bar then?

- I don't know, I didn't notice.

But Jane was with me.
- Mm.

- You've got to believe that.

(telephone ringing)

- Yes?

I see.

Uh, yes, fine.

Thanks.

(Michael tapping)

- [Dexter] Well?

- Immigration.

Jane Howard, American citizen,

did arrive in this country
on the day she said.

- Davis said she existed,
he was right, wasn't he?

So, there is a Jane Howard.

I wonder what happened
between them.

- Sir?

- To make her concoct this yarn.

When did you quarrel?

- What?
- You and Jane.

What was the fight about?

- Fight?

We didn't fight.

- Oh, come on.

Two girls living in each
other's pockets

for six weeks or more.

You telling me you
didn't have a difference

of opinion at least once?

- We had disagreements, yes.

- Yes, yes, yes, then
you did quarrel?

- No!

- What about?

Take too long in the bathroom,
did she?

- Not, I don't remember, it
was never that important.

- But enough to make you
part company, eh?

- No.

- [Dexter] She run out on you,
or did you run out on her?

(wind whistling)

Well, which was it?

- I, I didn't run out on her.

- It was her then, Jane.

- No.
- She did the disappearing,

didn't she?
- No!

- A quick, silly argument
and then (fingers snapping)

one day she was gone, yeah.

Hurt your pride, didn't it?

Threw you for a loop,

suddenly left all alone
in a strange country,

something up here
couldn't take it,

had to rationalize it,

so you invented this story.

Made trouble for a
lot of people,

made yourself the
center attraction

to compensate for
your bruised ego.

You're a liar, aren't you, eh?

All women are.

The whole thing's just a
load of drivel.

You and Jane parted company
long before you got here.

You're just a dirty,
stinking, little liar!

- No, (crying) please!

- And don't please me, I
hate wasted time.

The sooner you start
telling the truth,

the better I'll like it.

- I am telling you the truth,

I am!
- You are--

- Ah.
- Sorry,

the bar's closed for a while.

- For redecorating or
a private convention?

- Just closed.

- Oh, uh, by the way,

the castle stays open 'til 7:30,

tell your friend that, will you?

- What?

- Perringham Castle, she
wanted to know

what time it closes, 7:30.

- My friend?

- Yes, the girl that
was with you last night,

I didn't get her name but--

- You saw her?

You actually saw her?

- I just said so.

(Cathy crying)

- You see?

I told you I'm not crazy.

- What's your name?

- That sounds like a
policeman speaking.

- Yes, that's right.

- Eastman, Paul Eastman.

- Yes, and you say you
saw two girls

arrive last night, Mr. Eastman,
what time?

- I don't know, after nine.

- Mm-hmm, where were you?

- Upstairs in my room.

It overlooks the front entrance.

- Upstairs, it's getting
pretty dark by then.

- Yes.

- Well, I mean you
might've been mistaken,

it could've been just
one girl you saw arrive.

- 'Course not, there
were two of them,

I watched them unload their car.

But you can tell them that.

(Cathy crying)

- I have.

But they don't believe me.

They think I arrived
here all alone.

- But I met the other girl.

- Met her?

- I've told you, she
asked me about the castle.

- Where'd you meet her?

- Upstairs, she was en
route from the bar through,

and we collided.

- En route to where?

- Her room.

- Which room?

- Next door to mine.

- Number seven?

- I don't know, I suppose so.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on?

- The other girl, the one
you spoke to has disappeared.

- Oh!

Oh, isn't that sweet?

Isn't that just great?

You finally admit she exists!

Now, will you please find her?

Please?

(suspenseful music)

(vacuum humming)

(suspenseful music)

- Your prints will be all
over everything.

- Ours?

Well, you were here, too.

Only we weren't taking her
seriously then,

were you, sir?

- I hate you, Michael.

- Take a look at this.
- Hm?

What?

- Just down there.

- Hello.

- See?

- Yes.

What do we know about Lewis?

- Nothing.

- Well, we want to know,
don't we?

(suspenseful music)

(Dexter sighing)

(suspenseful music)

- Yes, she did, several.

- What kind?

- Well, there were a couple
with just plain gold ones,

and then there was
one with stones.

- Stones?

- Yes, well, they weren't
real, just paste but...

Where did you find that?
- Hm.

- There.
- Thank you.

- Ah, Mrs. Lewis, I'd like
another word with your husband.

Sorry to badger you again,
but I have a report to write

no matter how unlikely it
may sound, you understand.

- Some tea?

- It's a rotten job.

Filthy, sometimes.

Still, better than some, eh?

I see life.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, it's a pity about her,
Miss More.

Pretty girl.
- Yes.

- You've noticed then?

- Oh, no, I,

Well, I mean, it's--

- I'm sorry.
- I didn't mean that.

- But you agree with me, yeah?

Mm, you said yes.

- I always agree with
the authorities.

- Do you?

Mm-hmm.

I expect you see life, too,
eh, running a hotel, all sorts.

- Yes.

- Honeymoon couples,
dirty weekends,

it must play havoc with
your imagination.

You have got an imagination?

Yes, of course you have,
I can tell!

You think about things!

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- You know exactly what I mean.

An old hotel like this,
thin walls.

I'll bet you've flattened
your ear a few times.

- No!

- Or wanted to, it's the
same thing in my book,

wanting it or doing it.

With this difference,
that if you do it,

I'll come down hard and
heavy on you, Mr. Lewis.

Still, that's all just theory,
eh?

Eh?

- Look, I would like to help you

in any way that I possibly
can, but that girl--

- A bracelet, a bracelet
found upstairs

in room number seven, hm?

Possibly belongs to your wife,
no?

No.

What was it you said
to Jane Howard?

"Gentlemen prefer blonds
but don't worry,

"I'm no gentleman."

- I never saw her.

She was never here.

- Well, that's funny,

'cause I've got a
witness says she was.

Two witnesses.

- Two?
- Yeah.

- Mr. Dexter, I'm sorry to
interrupt you--

- Please come in, Mrs. Lewis,
that's quite all right.

You would help me identify
this bracelet, if you would.

- Well, I've never
seen it before.

- It's not yours, then?

- Mine, no.

- No, I knew it wasn't.

It belongs, or belonged,
to Jane Howard,

the tall, dark, pretty one?

What's happened to her, Mr.
Lewis,

what did you do to her?

- No.

- Jane Howard.

- That girl is lying.

I mean, you said yourself
that she's a nutcase.

- Ah, that was before.

There's another witness now.

Mr. Eastman.
- Paul!

- Paul Eastman, he
saw her arrive.

- Couldn't have, he
couldn't have.

- He did and--
- That's impossible!

- He spoke to her.
- He couldn't have seen her!

- He spoke to her and what
do you say about this, eh?

Hm?

No answer.

And this.

Look here.

The register, there's a page
missing, cut close down,

hoping it wouldn't be noticed,
hm?

Careless.

- But--
- Ah.

What is it, Michael, we
can talk outside.

- Tell me.

- Hm?

- It's happened again,
hasn't it?

Tell me, tell me, tell me!

- No!

- I won't be a minute.

I'd forgotten it.
- Hm?

- It may not mean anything but
last night, I heard a scream.

- A scream?

- Yes, it woke me up,
Miss Pendy, too.

I thought then it might've
been an animal.

- What time was that?

- Late, after twelve.

- The same thing all over again!

(Arthur yelling)

- Uh, Michael take Mrs.
Lewis out, would you please?

- Mrs. Lewis?

- Ha.

- Yeah, why don't you sit down,
Arthur?

It is Arthur, isn't it?

You don't mind if I
call you Arthur?

- Mm.

- Have you ever been in trouble

with the police before, Arthur?

No?

Well, that's funny.

They don't usually get
things wrong--

- Oh, for Pete's sake,
that was 10 years ago!

- Yes, yes, yes, that's right.

Well, as a matter of fact,
slightly more than 10.

Now, let's see, as*ault
on a young girl,

bodily harm, too.

In fact, you damn nearly
k*lled her, didn't you?

Yeah, so you see, you have
been in trouble before.

Why didn't it come to trial?

- She dropped the charges
and refused to give evidence.

- Oh, h*, convenient.

Still, that's a typical woman,
eh?

Changeable, eh, Arthur?

Never trust a woman, eh, hm?

- [Arthur] Mm.

- What happened, Arthur?

Tell me what happened.

I'd like to know.

- It was late, I'd
been drinking.

I just saw her by the
side of the road

and I stopped to
give her a lift.

- Saw who?

What?

Oh, no, no, no, not that one.

I've got all the dirty
details on that one.

No, Jane Howard!

- And I told you, I
never saw her!

(Dexter laughing)

- Oh, Arthur, come along,

we can do better than that,
can't we, eh?

Here, I'll tell you what.

Tell you what, I'll
theorize for a bit,

shall I lead you up the
little crooked path?

Now, let's see, um.

You showed her to her room, eh?

And fancied her, didn't you,
Arthur?

So then what, you went away,

and you had a drink, perhaps,
hm?

Yes, yes, I think you
would have a drink.

A drink and a think about her,

and then another drink,
and another drink,

and then back up the
stairs to her room.

It'll be late now, wouldn't it?

After midnight, hm?

And she doesn't know
what you want at first,

but then she does, and
then she screams.

- Oh, but you can't--
- And that panicked you.

She screams and then what?

- Nothing.

- What did you do to stop
the screaming?

- She's dead.

I know she's dead.

- It was different this time,
wasn't it?

You k*lled her this time,

'cause dead women can't
drop charges or make them.

- She was never here!

- Yeah.
- Never here!

- Bet that sobered you up,

'cause you had to get rid
of the body, didn't you?

But not far, there wouldn't
be time to take it far.

Just tell me where you
put the bod,

will you?
- I told you.

It would save us such a
lot of time and trouble

if you just tell me
where you put her body.

- I never saw Jane Howard!

- Oh, Arthur.

(Arthur yells)

- [Alice] Arthur!

- You want a lawyer.

Whatever for?

There's been no charge made.

I mean, call a lawyer,
by all means,

but all that we can tell him is

you have been assisting
us with our inquiries.

We'll chat again later, eh?

- No charge?

- Well, there's been no
crime proved, has there?

It's all just hearsay and
circumstantial.

Find the body, then I
can pin something on him.

A mile radius to begin with,
then extend.

All the help, every
man you can get.

Don't worry.

She'll not be far.

(tense music)

(wind whistling)

(dogs barking)

Where'd you find him?

- The road down by the river.

I told him they're searching
that immediate area now.

- [Dexter] Why did you
run away, Arthur, hm?

Oh, Arthur, did you tire
of my company?

- I wasn't running.

Just wanted to get away,
that's all.

- [Dexter] Run away, get
away, what's the difference?

- I wanted to be alone.

- [Dexter] Like Garbo?

- To think!

- Ha, get your story straight,
eh?

Oh, I expect you've a lot
to think about.

Just offering you a drink,
Arthur,

you look as though you
could do with one.

- No.

- No, need to keep a clear head,
eh?

Where did you go, Arthur?

- Nowhere.

Just walked, walked, so.

- Found you at the river.

What'd you go there for, Arthur?

(dogs barking)

(dry leaves rustling)

There was a scream last
night, just after midnight,

and then you silenced her, eh?

Eh?

- I never saw her, she
was never here.

That girl is lying.

- But it's not just
her any more!

Hey, you might've
had a blackout.

Ever think of that?

Now, that would sound well
in a trial, wouldn't it, eh?

A blackout, a mental aberration.

She was here, you did it,

but your mind has
blotted it out.

- Blackout?

(Dexter laughing)

- That sparked your interest,

given you something
to hold onto.

Well, all right, we'll
play it that way.

You don't remember, hm?

After all, after all,
you'd been drinking.

- Yes, I had been drinking, yes.

But I would remember.

(Michael tapping)

- Yes, talk to me.

Right.

I shall be leaving you now
for a little while, Arthur.

But you won't run away again,
will you?

No, I know you won't.

(somber music)

- There's no violence
in him until he drinks.

No badness, it's just
the drinking.

(tense music)

And there's nothing I
can get for you?

- No, but thank you.

- Want some?

- No.

No, no!

No!

- Tell 'em the truth!
- Oh, no!

- You're gonna tell
them the truth!

(Arthur yelling)

Yes!

I'll put the knife to myself!

(Cathy screaming)

You'll tell 'em the truth!

Don't stop me!

Don't stop me!

Don't!

Don't!

- Arthur!

Arthur!

(dramatic music)

- Well, lucky you were around,

I don't like to lose
a key witness.

Makes things untidy.

- I suppose that amounts
to a confession.

- Oh, thanks.

Well, I keep forgetting,
I've given up.

Confession, it depends
exactly what he said.

- He just said a lot
of mad things.

- Mm-hmm, but not I k*lled her?

- Perhaps I was just too busy

getting that razor
away from him.

- Yeah, but he was going
to attack Miss More?

- Oh, yeah, it looked like it.

- Yeah, that's nice, that helps.

- His wife may say different.

- Oh, wives.

Their evidence is always tinged

with prejudice in the
eyes of a jury.

You're not married, Mr. Eastman?

- No.

- No, I thought not.

Neither am I.

It's funny.

You've not asked when
you'll be able to see him.

They usually do ask.

(tense music)

- Alice.

Alice, I'll be moving on.

They have my address when,

if I'm needed.

You've got it, too.

- Yes?

- It worked, Cathy.

It worked perfectly.

- Yes, I knew it would.

Right from the start.

(tense music)

(Jane gasping)

- [Jane] Was I frightened,
I mean really frightened.

Another second, lucky for
me you were around, Paul.

It is Paul, isn't it?

- [Paul] That's right.

- [Jane] This is Cathy,
and I'm Jane.

- [Paul] Cathy.

- [Jane] Dinner's on me
tonight to pay you back.

After all, I owe you my life.

- [Paul] You're already paying
me back, giving me this lift.

- [Cathy] Do you travel
around a lot?

- All the time.

I have a little money,
very little,

not enough to run a car on,

but I get around, see places.

It's better than working.

- Yes.

Anything's better than working.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- You wanted her to die.

You weren't gonna make a
move to help her.

It would've been the
same as m*rder.

- Yes.

She has the money.

If she dies, it comes to me.

- That's a good reason.

A very good reason.

Is it a lot of money?
(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicking)

- We'll never be back
for dinner at this rate.

- Forget it.

What you're thinking, forget it.

They'd nail you straight away,

you've just too much motive.

Besides, I've got a better idea.

All that money, Cathy.

There'll be enough to share,
won't there?

- Tell me.

- Someone with more
reason to k*ll her,

someone with a better motive.

- You mean, pin it on
somebody else?

- Not necessarily,

just enough to cast
doubts, muddy up the issue,

lead them away from you.

- And I suppose you
know someone like that?

And just how is it that you
learned so much about him?

- His wife told me.

It was during a weak moment.

(Cathy chuckling)

- Oh, I see.

Well, I've been doing
some thinking of my own

and I've come up with an idea.

It's a wild, crazy idea,

and it'll need very
careful timing.

Like a moment when he's
alone at the desk.

Is it possible?

- It's possible.

- Good, then it'll work.

Now, all you have to do
(tense music)

is scout around and find a
place where we can do it.

(suspenseful music)

Jane, are you ready?

Paul's coming with us.

He knows a great spot
for a picnic.

(Jane groans)
(dramatic music)

- It's like marriage, isn't it?

Worse than marriage,
more binding.

- Look, I wanna get out of here.

I wanna get away
from this place.

- All right.

- I wanna get out of
here right now.

- All right!

- Now.
- All right.

- Right now.

- But we have to
leave separately.

Me first, you can pick
me up 'round the corner.

Okay?

- Okay.

(car motor humming)

- Cathy, why here?

You don't wanna go
back in there!

- Please.
- Why?

- I don't know, I have to.

- If she dies.

Cathy!

(tense music)

Cathy!

Cathy!

Cathy.

Cathy!

Are you out of your mind?

(dramatic music)

- Sucker!

- Mr. Eastman gave me those.

Well, don't you see?

The same place you stayed at.

Coincidence, don't you think?

If he stayed at the same hotel,

that means he might have
met your friend, Jane,

got involved, big coincidence.

I want to talk to him about it,

but I've not been able
to find him yet.

We know he got into a car
resembling yours

with a girl resembling you.

Yeah, you did pick him up,
didn't you?

Where did you drop him?

Or is he still in there?

(Cathy laughing)

- Oh, where did I drop him?

Where did I drop him?

Where did I drop him?

(gentle music)