Gruesome Twosome, The (1967)

[bunniefuu]

[♪ Upbeat music]

You're new here,

aren't you, dearie?

I sure am.

Hmm! I can tell

by your disheveled appearance.

Uh... no offense, of course.

That's all right. I know

you girls live sheltered lives.

Well, my life is simply

plum full of exciting things.

Really? And what is so exciting

about your life?

I don't think you'd understand.

[Chuckling] Well, I must say,

you've got a nerve.

Honey child, you have

to have nerve

to go through

what I've been through.

And what have you been through?

Apple dumplin',

I've been through bloody m*rder.

And that's a fact.

Mmm... that's nice.

Don't fight.

m*rder... well, you do

look a fright, dearie.

[Chuckles]

Ignorance really is bliss.

Sugar pie, you ever been

to college?

College? What's that

got to do with anything?

Somehow, I knew

you wouldn't understand.

I've been to college

and believe me,

I got a real education.

Matter of fact, that's where

this all happened.

You're talking in circles.

College, honey lamb,

is where I flipped my wig.

Or rather, where I became

what I am today.

[Laughing] I can believe

the last part then, but college?

Dearie, you are funny.

- What degrees do you have?

- [♪ Soft jazz music]

Crime-like virtue

has its degrees.

As Mrs. Pringle always said.

College, crime, Mrs. Pringle?

I think you're wiggy, dearie.

Why, thank you!

Now, if you'll just hush,

I'll tell you what happened

on my college campus.

I mean, the story

of Mrs. Pringle, the co-eds,

Napoleon and Rodney.

He's actually responsible

for my being here.

That Rodney certainly knew

how to use a knife.

- A knife?

- Oh yes, sweet potato.

Why, Rodney could raise

the hair off your head.

[Laughing] You silly thing!

Dearie, you realize

I don't believe any of this?

[Screaming]

[Laughing] Experiencin'

is believin'.

As Mrs. Pringle always said.

[♪ Soft, mysterious jazz music]

- May I help you, dear?

- Oh! Yes.

I've come to see about the ad

that you have in the paper

for a room for rent.

- Is it still vacant?

- Indeed it is. It certainly is.

I'm so glad to know you.

I'm Mrs. Pringle.

I'll show you the room.

Get away, kitty, get away.

Oh, that cat.

Napoleon, did you come to meet

our pretty visitor?

Isn't she a lovely girl

with just lovely brown hair?

Beauty can inspire a miracle,

as I always say.

Don't I, Napoleon?

And now, I'd like to show you

the room, my dear.

Rodney will be delighted.

Simply delighted.

Who's Rodney?

Oh, you just come along

with me, my dear.

You'll meet Rodney soon enough.

Yes, indeed.

What lovely wigs.

Is this your business,

Mrs. Pringle?

Yes, this is

my little wig business.

Rodney and I and, of course,

Napoleon, find it very nice.

Of course, my dear,

it is very difficult to find

just the right wigs.

And we're very particular,

aren't we, Napoleon?

I think it's just wonderful

living here like you do

running your own

little business.

If I take the room,

I'll be sure and tell the girls

on campus about your wigs.

Oh, fine.

May I see the room now, please?

Of course, my dear.

That's why you're here.

Come with me.

[♪ Suspenseful music]

I don't understand.

Is the room here?

Yes, my dear.

Rodney, my love, there's

a visitor to see the room.

Oh, no.

[Screams]

[Inaudible]

[Screams]

[Screaming continues]

Gracious, Napoleon.

What a clumsy girl.

[Rodney grunting]

[Continues screaming]

[Rodney guffawing]

[Screaming ceases]

[Rodney guffawing madly]

[♪ Upbeat jazz music]

- Hi, how's it going?

- Oh, fine, Dave.

You're late.

We'll both be late for class.

Oh, my lab class

held me up again as usual.

I'll pick you up tonight

around eight, OK?

Oh, Dave, I'm sorry.

I promised Dawn I'd help her

look for an apartment.

She's moving off-campus

this semester.

I forgot all about our date.

That's great.

You know, this is the third date

that you've forgotten about

this week, Kathy.

First you had to help Sally

find her stolen earrings

that turned out

not to be stolen.

Then it was the big search

for Mrs. Archer's parakeet

that you were convinced

was in the pot pie

that we had

for lunch yesterday.

And now it's an apartment

for Dawn.

Oh, for goodness sakes, Dave.

We're together all the time.

Honest, I'm sorry,

but I promised Dawn.

We'll go out tomorrow night and

I won't let anything interfere.

OK? Come on.

We better get a move on.

- Hi, how are ya?

- Hi, Kathy.

What do you think

about those missing girls?

The whole campus

is talkin' about it.

I know it.

It is strange, all right.

Three girls

just disappearing like that.

Yeah, it is.

And that's all I want you

to think about it.

Brother, that's all I need.

Kathy Baker, girl detective.

How'd I ever get mixed up

with a female James Bond?

- Bye.

- Bye.

[Sighs]

We've looked

at seven rooms, Dawn.

If we don't find one soon,

Dave's not going to speak to me.

- Really?

- Yeah.

He's mad again.

I'm breaking too many dates.

Dawn, you can't move

out of the dorm now.

Not with all these girls

disappearing.

It gives me the creeps

just even thinking about it.

[Kathy gasps]

Janet's right, Dawn.

The campus is a safe place.

No one knows

what's happened to these girls.

And they all lived off-campus.

Oh, don't be silly.

I admit it's spooky,

but I think there's a perfectly

good explanation for it.

Anyway, I have to move since

I'm taking

a part-time job in town.

It's too hard

to get back and forth.

[♪ Upbeat jazz playing on radio]

Ooh, baby.

Ooh, baby.

[All chuckling]

[♪ Music stops]

'Please stand by

for an important announcement

'regarding the murders

in this area.'

[Janet] Oh, my God.

'Please stand by.'

[Newscaster] 'We interrupt this

program to bring you a bulletin

'on the disappearance of three

co-eds from the university.

'Captain John Howell of

the Brockton Police Department

'has just issued a statement

'that evidence

leads the police to believe

'that the three co-eds

may have been m*rder*d.

'We ask all female students

'to remain in the dormitories

after dark.

'Complete details

on the 10 o'clock news.

'And now we return you

to Rudy and the Rascals.'

- [♪ Music resumes on radio]

- I knew it.

I felt all along

something terrible

happened to those girls.

Dawn, I think

you should stay here

until something more

is uncovered.

Kathy, for goodness sake.

I admit it's scary.

But what's the difference

in staying

right inside the dorm at night

and right in my own room?

After all, I'm not looking

for a room in the public park.

- [All chuckling]

- [Girl] You are.

Oh, by the way, may I borrow

your gold barrette?

Yeah, sure.

I don't know, it's...

I still think

you should stay here, Dawn.

It's just...

it's just a feeling.

Kathy, if we paid

any attention to your feelings,

we'd all end up

in the loony bin.

- Or in jail.

- [All chuckling]

Come on.

Let's stop being morbid.

Open that paper

to the "Rooms for Rent" section.

The "Rooms for Rent" section.

The radio said the police

suspected m*rder, Dave.

Imagine! In this city!

m*rder can happen

in any city, Kathy.

The police are doing

everything they can.

Oh, but are they, Dave?

I mean, they only

suspect m*rder.

You'd think they'd know by now!

Dave, suppose you and I

did a little checking?

Maybe we'd find something

that could help the police.

Hold on.

The police don't need any help.

And I don't want you going off

on any snooping excursions.

This is serious, Kathy,

and it could be dangerous.

There's a possible k*ller loose.

That's the point.

All the girls are students.

Now, where is

a better place to look

than right here on campus?

Kathy, I don't want you

to get involved.

The police have checked

the campus.

And they don't need any help.

I know how you get carried away

over things like this

and it worries me. This is

no simple little mystery.

Dave, you know Mr. Spinsen,

the janitor?

Now, there's a mysterious man

if I ever saw one.

- What?

- What! Yes.

He's the just the type that

would do something like that.

Good grief, Kathy!

Man, you're something else.

Mr. Spinsen!

Look, enough is enough.

Maybe you don't have

to go to class, but I do.

Just leave Mr. Spinsen

out of this

and you stay out of it yourself.

I'll call you later.

[♪ Dramatic music]

[Screaming]

- What is going on?

- [Screams] Police!

I caught the man!

He's going to k*ll me, too!

Help!

Young lady, I don't know

what you're shouting about,

but nobody has m*rder*d

nobody around here.

[Sirens wailing in distance]

But what are you doing

in my yard?

Sir, I'm the one that called.

Something terrible's

been going on here.

All the screaming.

My little girl has the mumps

and can't sleep. What is it?

Arrest that man, Officer.

He m*rder*d those poor co-eds.

I can prove it.

He buried their bodies

right there in these bushes!

Hey, I don't know

what she's talkin' about.

I want her arrested

for trespassing in my yard.

I don't know what's

going on here either, mister,

but there's something

that has been buried here.

Now, you better talk.

And talk fast.

I will talk

and I will talk plenty.

Those bones

are for my dog, Odin.

Every year,

at Odin's birthday,

I bring home the soup bones

from the kitchen

of the university.

I bury the bones,

Odin digs them up.

This way we have birthday party.

The cook at the college

will tell you,

we do this every year.

I sneak out the bones

because I don't want to cause

the cook in trouble.

But m*rder, I do not do!

But, but...

I thought he was the k*ller.

I mean, I watched him

take the bones

and I followed him home.

But you gotta admit, it did look

strange burying them and all.

Now, missy, you have caused

enough trouble.

Following people,

accusing them of m*rder

and now trespassing.

What is your name?

Kathy, sir.

Kathy Baker.

Kathy Baker...

I've heard that name before.

[Snaps fingers]

Oh, yes. You're the girl

who turned in a complaint

about a body being hidden

in a closet at the school.

We had to send

three men back

to get new uniforms

because of that.

It turned out to be

one of the student's pet skunks.

Get in my police car. I'm gonna

take you back to the dorm.

But first, you apologize

to this gentleman.

- I apologize.

- Hmm.

Eh, birthday party

start all over.

[Doorbell ringing]

Do come in.

- May I help you, dear?

- I hope so.

I'm interested in a wig

for my daughter.

Oh, indeed.

You've come to the right place.

We have the finest wigs

that money can buy.

In life, we get what we order,

I always say.

Don't I, Napoleon?

These are lovely.

Almost human.

Uh, what color

is your daughter's hair?

She has dark brown hair.

She had it very long,

and has cut it very short.

It's darker than this.

Seems all the girls are cutting

their hair and then buying wigs.

Indeed. Everything's a fad

with the young ones today.

Of course, I can't complain.

Can I, Napoleon?

But dark brown hair?

We just don't have

a dark brown wig now.

How soon do you need it?

There's no rush.

A week or two will be fine.

Here's a swatch of her hair.

I'll leave it

and stop back in.

Well, that's splendid, dear.

What a lovely color.

A little hard to match,

but we'll do our best.

Won't we, Napoleon?

- Good day.

- Goodbye.

Gracious, Napoleon.

How am I ever going to match

that child's hair?

That vicious dog

literally attacked me

trying to get those bones.

I tell you, it was horrible.

If it weren't for the police

coming at that very minute,

I'd have been a goner!

Kathy, you said the neighbor

called the police

and that Mr. Spinsen

was attacking you.

- [All chuckle]

- I did?

Well, I mean, the neighbor

did call the policeman

as he was cruising by.

Kathy, you are something.

Why can't you ever

stay out of trouble?

Imagine.

Following Mr. Spinsen home

and then accusing him of m*rder.

Now look,

maybe I did make a mistake.

But it could've been Mr. Spinsen

committing those murders.

Or anyone.

If we don't follow

every possible clue,

why, we could all end up dead.

Or worse.

Kathy, what could be worse

than being dead?

But we don't have anything

to worry about

because we have you

for a roommate.

But it isn't every dorm

that has its own

built-in detective system.

Oh, all right.

But if something horrible

does happen,

just don't call on me

to find out.

[♪ Slow surf music]

[Nancy] Hi, everybody.

I thought I'd drop by

and see the hero.

Nancy, your hair.

My gosh, it's beautiful.

- Isn't it fabulous?

- Oh, gorgeous.

This is the wig

I've been waiting for.

Doesn't it look

just like real hair?

It sure does.

Hey, it is real hair, isn't it?

Where'd you get it, Nan?

My kid sister's been bugging

the whole family for a fall.

Bet it was expensive, huh?

No, not really.

I was very lucky.

I went downtown,

found this little wig shop.

And this sweet old lady

and her son run it.

And all you have to do is

cut off a little piece of hair

and she matches it

just perfectly.

It looks just like... oh.

But it cost me

almost a month's allowance.

But it was worth it.

I can hardly wait to show Bob.

Hey, write the address down

for me, will you?

OK.

- It is beautiful.

- Isn't it beautiful?

Oh, I got to run.

I'm late for my date.

So long, then.

We're still apartment-hunting.

- I'll see you later.

- Yeah, we'll see you, Dawn.

[All] Bye.

Take it easy,

have a good time.

[♪ "Brahms' Lullaby" melody]

That's a good boy, Rodney, dear.

You've been working

so hard lately,

we've hardly had time

for a visit, have we?

You want Mother

to tell you a story?

[Grunts]

Your dear father,

the Lord rest his soul,

always loved a storytelling

session after a hard day's work.

Rodney wants a story.

Tell me the story about Rapunzel

and the golden hair.

That's my very favorite one.

That always was

your favorite story, dear.

Now, make your special promise

to Mother

and she'll tell it to you.

No. No. Rodney wants

to hear the story first. No.

Rodney, you do not pout

at Mother.

Now, make your special promise.

Hurry up.

It's near your nap time.

No! Rodney wants to hear

the story first!

Rodney can be

such a naughty boy.

And you know how Mother

likes naughty boys.

They get switches

in their stockings at Christmas.

Now, Mother doesn't tell stories

to naughty boys

until you make your promise.

Rodney is sorry he was naughty.

And making promise

to be Mother's good boy.

Oh, that's nice, dear.

And now your special promise.

I promise to be

a good boy always

and listen to Mother

so that I can live here forever

and never have to go away

to a place for bad boys.

[Chuckles]

Oh, that's splendid, dear.

That's fine.

And now that you've been

such a good boy,

Mother has a present for you.

- [Gasps]

- An electric knife.

And now, Mother

will tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was

a beautiful girl named Rapunzel

with long, beautiful

golden hair.

She was such a lovely...

[♪ Upbeat jazz music]

[Madeline]

'I love you, Terrence.'

- [Munching loudly]

- [♪ Classical music]

'I love you, Terrence.

'Tell me that you care, too.

'Oh, tell me, Terrence,

I implore you.'

[Smack]

[Terrence] 'I...

'...love you...

- '...too, Madeline.'

- 'Terrence, I...

'I...'

Dave, for goodness sakes.

Dawn and Tom can see us.

Not if they can keep that up,

they can't.

Well, OK then.

We wouldn't want to be

the only ones

that knew what this movie

was all about.

[Moaning]

[Madeline] 'Oh, Terrence.

Why is it I can't reach you?'

- [Terrence munching]

- 'Why is it you're so cold,

'so distant, so unfeeling?

'Oh, how I long

to hold you, kiss you,

'caress you, squeeze you.

'Can't you talk to me, Terrence?

'Why can't we communicate?

'Oh, speak to me,

Terrence, my love!'

[Terrence munching] 'Mmm!'

'Oh, Terrence, you're so strong,

so masterful, so fun.'

[Terrence belches]

- 'Oh, Terrence.'

- [Terrence munching]

'Something has come between us.

'What is it, Terrence?

What is this thing?'

[Terrence moaning]

'Mmm... a banana.'

[Madeline] 'Kiss me, my darling.

Kiss me.'

[Terrence] 'Hold it.'

[Madeline] 'Oh, I can't get

enough of you, my love.

'Kiss me, kiss me.'

[Terrence munching]

So romantic in a drive-in movie.

This is just great, Dave.

Dave, do you ever wonder

what all these people

in all these cars are doing?

Nice thoughts

for a young girl like you.

Oh, I don't mean that.

Honestly, Dave, sometimes

you just say the worst things.

What I mean is, well, what are

they doing with their lives?

How do they think?

Where do they live?

Well, I feel

we're just surrounded,

right this very minute,

by simply fascinating people

we can't even begin to know.

Maybe there's a group

of nuclear scientists

relaxing at this movie

before they plan

their first trip to the moon.

Or perhaps even a spy,

just loaded

with all kinds of secrets

to overthrow the government,

or even...

Or maybe there's a guy

in one of those cars

who's absolutely

out of his mind

to make mad, passionate love

to his best girl.

[Madeline] 'Oh, Terrence,

don't you think it's time we...'

- [Terrence] 'No'.

- '...had a talk?

'I mean it, Terrence.

'You've been avoiding

this discussion.

'But if we mean anything

to each other,

'please listen to me.'

[Terrence belches]

[Terrence sighs] 'Hmm?'

[Madeline] 'You've got to stay

to hear me out.

'This is the most important

moment of my life.'

[Terrence] 'Have some beer.'

[Madeline] 'Oh, who can drink

beer at a moment like this?'

[Terrence] 'I can.'

[Madeline] 'Why must you be

so callous, so crude?'

- [Terrence belches]

- 'Why must you avoid the issue?

'Haven't you anything

to say to me, Terrence?'

[Terrence] 'More beer.'

Dave! Why are you so gushy

all the time?

Honestly, don't you ever

think of anything besides love?

Hey, what's going on up there?

We spent a buck and a half

to get in here.

Why can't we get some

peace and quiet?

Honestly, Kathy, can't you ever

concentrate on anything

- besides mysteries?

- Oh.

I'm sorry, honey.

I guess I do get carried away.

Forgive me?

Dave?

What if the m*rder*r

is right here in this drive-in,

hiding out from the police?

Well, I'll bet we could

just go ahead and catch...

- Here we go again.

- [Dawn giggles]

Well, the movie's over anyway.

Let's go home, folks.

Boy, you can chase murderers

around here all night

if you want to,

but I've got to get home.

I've got an early appointment

in the morning

to see an apartment.

- [Engine starting]

- Hold it, my Coke.

[Doorbell ringing]

Good afternoon.

Um... I'd like to see the room

you have for rent.

Is it still vacant?

Perfect. Perfect!

Gifts come on high

in their own peculiar form.

Oh, do come in, my dear.

The room is waiting

for a pretty girl like you.

Such lovely, long brown hair.

I'm glad

you still have the room.

I've been looking

for simply days.

Well, you shan't waste another

moment, will she, Napoleon?

You know she's just the right

one, don't you, you clever cat?

- Isn't she lovely?

- Uh, yes.

Uh... oh, I'm Dawn Farrell.

I'm a student at the university.

Oh, I'm Mrs. Pringle

and this is Napoleon.

Really, my dear, you're exactly

what we've been waiting for.

Oh, and now the room.

I do hope you like it.

Oh, well, I think I'll love it.

Could I see it now?

I've got a class this evening

and I can't be late.

Of course, my dear.

You can leave

those things there.

- You won't be needing them.

- All right.

Get your happiness

out of your work

or you'll never know

what happiness is, I always say.

Don't I, Napoleon?

Come right this way.

I'll show you your new room.

Is the room here?

Yes, indeed.

Really, it's very convenient.

You're quiet and away

from the rest of the house

and you have your own entrance.

Well, I guess it'll be OK.

I wasn't exactly expecting it

to be like this.

Oh, the room is over there,

my dear.

Oh, I see.

Oh, is this your hobby,

Mrs. Pringle?

I'll bet you're the woman Nancy

Harris bought her wig from.

Of course,

she said the wig shop

was run by a nice lady

and her son.

When she gave me the address,

I never dreamed

that it would be...

Nancy Harris?

Well, my dear,

she gave you the address?

Well, it is certainly possible.

You see,

this little wig business

helps support myself,

and Napoleon, and my son Rodney.

I see.

Uh... does Rodney live here,

too, Mrs. Pringle?

Oh, yes. Rodney's a good boy.

I couldn't be in business

without him.

"A boy's will

is the wind's will,

"and the thoughts of youth

are long, long thoughts."

Longfellow.

[Dawn] Hey!

"The doors we open

and close each day

"decide the lives we live."

Right, Napoleon?

Hey.

Mrs. Pringle.

Mrs. Pringle, come back.

Open the door.

[Rodney guffawing]

Who's there?

Who are you?

No!

Get away from me! No!

[Screaming]

[Screaming stops]

[Rodney mumbling gibberish]

[♪ Playing rock music]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Yelps] You're not gonna get me!

You know there's a penalty

for throwing water over my head?

Is that right?

What's that, Dave?

This.

Now, isn't this better

than running around

playing detective?

You know, we don't spend

any time at all together, Kathy.

I'm getting lonesome.

Oh, you know I love you.

Very much.

I'm worried about Dawn.

She never came back

to the dorm last night.

Well, I hope nothing

has happened.

Can't we spend one afternoon

without you worrying about

something happening to someone?

David Ford.

If you have no feelings

for anyone but yourself,

well, maybe I made

a big mistake about you.

Well, we have a m*rder*r

running around loose.

Anything could have happened

to poor Dawn.

And all you care about is...

Oh, just take me home!

That's a good idea.

[Knocking on door]

May I help you, dear?

Did you come to see the room?

No, ma'am.

I came to see if you buy hair.

I saw your sign and wondered

if you'd consider my hair.

I need some money.

Mercy me. I think you've come

to the right place.

Do come in, my dear.

My, yes, you have lovely hair.

Rodney would be delighted,

even though he didn't expect

to work today.

But there's a time for work

and a time for play,

I always say.

Right, Napoleon?

What's the matter, dear?

Why are you crying?

Are you afraid?

No, ma'am, I'm not afraid.

It's just that I hate

to lose my hair.

Oh. You poor child.

But don't worry, Rodney

will be as gentle as possible.

Nobody can steal what's in

your head or in your heart,

I always say.

Right, Napoleon?

Come with me, dear.

It'll be over as quick

as you can snap your fingers.

Rodney, my dear,

we have another visitor.

And remember,

tonight is Thursday,

and Napoleon always has litter

on Thursday.

Right this way, my dear.

Mrs. Pringle?

Mrs. Pringle.

What room is this?

[Rodney muttering]

Who are you?

[Screaming]

[Rodney grunting]

[Girl grunting]

[Car engines revving]

[Indistinct commentary]

[Commentator] Number 46,

Arthur Greenwall...

[Commentator]

There's another car pile

just back there

on the second turn.

Hey, Dave,

where's that gal of yours?

She bug out on you, man?

Nah, we had

a mutual disagreement.

I've been letting her cool off.

I guess I better go

call her though.

[♪ Light orchestral music]

Hi, Dave.

No, Kathy isn't here.

She left this afternoon.

No, we thought

she went with you.

I don't think so,

but I'll check and see.

Hey, does anyone know

where Kathy went?

[Girls together] No.

Sorry, Dave.

You know Kathy,

she's probably out

witch-hunting again.

No, Dawn never came back.

Now, that's something

that has us all worried.

Kathy just may have done that.

Dave, you don't think anything

has happened to her, do you?

Well, call me back

if you find her.

Bye-bye.

Hey, was that Jude on the phone?

No, it was Dave Ford.

He's looking for Kathy.

I'm getting worried, Lisa.

Dawn's gone

and now Kathy's disappeared.

So, what's the big fuss?

I know where Kathy's at.

You do? Where is she?

Sure. Dawn left a note for her

this morning.

Well, what did the note say?

Well, Dawn went

apartment-hunting again

and she said if she found a room

she'd go ahead and rent.

She wanted Kathy to come back

and pick her up after classes,

then they could get

their things.

And I didn't... I forgot

to give the note to Kathy

until this morning.

Come to think of it,

she got all excited

when I did give her the note.

You don't suppose

that's where she went?

Oh, Lisa, this is terrible.

Don't you understand?

If Dawn did find a room,

she wouldn't just leave

her things here.

Oh, something must have

happened, and now Kathy's gone.

You don't think

they've been m*rder*d, do you?

Oh, I don't know

what to think.

Lisa, do you remember

what the address was?

Oh, golly... no.

Wait a minute.

Somewhere on Elm Street.

117.

117, Elm Street, that's it.

Well, so what are you

gonna do now?

I'm gonna call the police.

[♪ Mysterious music]

[Doorbell ringing]

Land sakes, Napoleon.

Who could be calling

at this hour?

Bless my soul, child,

may I help you?

Come in.

Please excuse me, ma'am, but

I'm looking for the young lady

that came to rent a room

from you earlier this week.

Dawn. Dawn Farrell.

I know it's late,

but I want to talk with her.

Dawn? Dawn Farrell?

Why, we don't know anyone

by that name, do we, Napoleon?

Well, you must be wrong.

You see... Dawn wrote

this address right here.

She has to be here.

She has very long

dark brown hair.

Ah, I remember now!

Yes, the beautiful girl

with the long dark brown hair.

She was here,

but she didn't come

to rent a room.

She came to buy a wig.

A wig?

But I thought...

I don't know what to think.

A wig?

Wait a minute.

You must be the lady that sold

the wig to Nancy Harris.

Gee. I must've gotten my notes

all mixed up.

- Mrs, uh, Mrs...

- Uh, Pringle.

Mrs. Pringle.

And this is Napoleon.

Mrs. Pringle, I apologize

for all these questions,

but I am worried

about my friend.

And your address

is the last place

that we know for sure

that she went.

That is strange.

I'm sorry, dear.

I wish we could be of some help.

Oh, well.

I guess I better go.

- Oh.

- Sorry for troubling you.

It's no trouble at all, dear,

no trouble at all. Come anytime.

[♪ Soft jazz music]

Napoleon, I'm afraid

we have a problem.

Mercy, whatever possessed that

child to take our address down.

Well, if things go wrong,

don't go with them,

I always say.

Don't I, Napoleon?

[♪ Mysterious music]

[Kathy to herself] 'If Dawn

came here to buy a wig,

'where did she go?

'And why did she say

she came here to rent a room

'if she really came

to buy a wig?

'Something is wrong.

'And I'm going back

to find out what it is.'

Well, well, my dear. I see

you didn't leave after all.

I told you

I heard a noise, Napoleon.

And now, my dear, I think you'll

find exactly what you came for.

[Screams]

[Mrs. Pringle] 'Ah, yes,

I remember now.

'Our little girl with the dark

brown hair. Right, Napoleon?'

- [Rodney mumbling]

- Who are you? Who are you?

[Police sirens wailing]

[Officer] This is the police.

[Banging on door continues]

My, my, my!

Why are they banging out there?

Just a minute.

Gracious!

You men look so perspired.

May I get you

a glass of iced tea?

No, thank you, ma'am.

We had a report

of some trouble here.

"Trouble"? Mercy me.

We never have any trouble here.

Do we, Napoleon?

Now, why don't you nice

young men come in and relax?

Gracious, you look all

in a huff.

Have you seen a girl

with long blonde hair?

We know she's been here.

Long blonde hair?

Why, you poor young man.

I believe he's lost

his best girl, Napoleon.

Now, why don't you

come inside and relax

and we'll see what we can do

to help you.

Come, come, come, come.

Follow me, follow me.

Come in.

Come right this way, gentlemen.

The girls at the dorm told me

that Kathy positively

came to this address.

Now, where is she?

The dorm? Kathy?

Young man, you are upset.

Why don't you sit over here

and we'll make things

fine and dandy again.

Now, then, that's better.

Suppose we start

from the beginning.

Who are you looking for?

And why in the world

would you think she's here?

Ma'am, I'm beginning to think

this whole thing

has been a mistake.

Look, if this turns out to be

some kind of college prank...

This is no prank.

I called the dorm later

and the girls told me

that Dawn Farrell had rented

a room at this address.

And that Kathy had gone

to find her here.

Now they've both disappeared.

Son, I'm beginning to believe

that you have

a good imagination.

- [Thud]

- Gracious!

Our boarder must be putting up

another picture, Napoleon.

I must speak to him about

hammering so late at night.

Leave me! Leave me alone.

[♪ Tense jazz music]

Hold it there, sonny.

I want to open that door and see

what's going on in there.

That didn't sound

like hammering to me.

No one opens this door

unless you have my permission.

Ma'am, I'm sorry. I think

this kid has flipped his wig.

[Muffled screaming]

There, did you hear that?

Hammerin', huh?

I'm going in there.

Well, maybe we could

take a look.

At least it'll help

calm him down.

But wouldn't you gentlemen

rather have some tea?

[Struggling]

[Rodney screaming]

[Rodney wailing]

[Kathy screams]

Oh, my!

My lovely wig-pieces all ruined!

Rodney, you should

just be ashamed,

shouldn't he, Napoleon?

Oh. [Sobbing]

[♪ Soft music]

Young man, we owe you

an apology.

And young lady,

you had a close call

and we want to thank you

for helping us put an end

to this monstrous situation.

I'm sorry, lady,

about your friend.

At least we've put an end

to these murders.

[Sobbing]

Lieutenant, what do you suppose

will happen

to Mrs. Pringle and her son?

She seemed like such

a sweet old lady,

but I'm afraid they'll both

spend the rest of their days

in the state mental hospital.

Come on, let's go make a report.

[♪ Sinister drumbeat]

Oh, darn.

Too bad it's closed.

I wanted to buy a wig.

Oh, well.

Wonder what that is.

[♪ Burst of dramatic music]