All language subtitles for The Invasion of Carol Enders 1973 AMZN WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-T

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- Adam?

- No, I just got
a lot on my mind.

That's all.

- You don't have to
worry about the wedding.

Mother and I have the
whole thing under control.

- Carol, would it be
terrible of me to ask if we--

if we put the wedding
off for a while?

Not because I don't love you.

Listen, I don't
want to lose you,

but I don't want to
lose myself either.

- What happened?

- It's a shock being
out of the army.

I don't know how I'm
going to do in this job.

I don't even know if I'm going
to like working in a bank.

All I know is I want
to be as sure of myself

as possible in as
many ways as possible.

Listen, I don't want to
disappoint either one of us.

You want a cigarette?

- No.

- Adam?

Oh, no!

[SCREAM]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- Carol!

- Telephone call for Dr.
Bernard, Dr. Peter Bernard.

- What's your emergency
room, Ms. Freh?

- Room 107.
- OK.

- She's a nurse
in this hospital.

Her name's Carol Enders.

- Well, we'll have her
blood type on record then.

You can way down the hall.

- I should call her mother.

- Well, there's a payphone on
the other side of the nurse's

station.

Prepare her for X-ray.

- Telephone call for Dr.
Bernard, Dr. Peter Bernard.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bernard, but
he doesn't seem to answer.

- You weren't going to
get me a telephone, Diana.

You were going to
get me a drink.

- David, please.

I don't want Jason
to overhear this.

It'll only upset him.

- Well, then help me out, huh?

You've got the money.

And why is your
precious stepson's sleep

so damn more important than
your ex-husband's rotten life?

- You just see it as rotten.

- No, baby, you do.

- I can give you $100.

- Oh, Diana, I am
going to go to Canada.

I am going to get
a job, any job.

- I heard those new beginnings
stories for three years, David.

- Oh, baby.

$100 is nothing.

You got thousands.

Pay me off.

Come on.

Get me outta here.
Come on.

- You would've spent
every cent I inherited

if I hadn't drawn the line.

- How much did you
hide away, huh?

$20,000, $30?

- I don't know.

It's invested.

I don't pay any attention.

I don't owe you anything, David.

I really don't.

David!

- No!

You don't owe me anything.

You ruined my life!

- David, stop it!

- And you say you
don't owe me anything!

- Get out of my father's
house or I'll call the police.

- I hate you.

Even when I'm sober,
remember, I hate you.

- Oh, Jason, I'm so sorry
that happened around you.

- When are you going
to San Francisco?

- Sometime in the morning.

- Goodbye.

[RINGING]

- Peter?

- Yes, dear?

- It was David again.

I'm sorry to bother you but
he really scared me this time.

- Well, did he
ask you for money?

- Of course.

- I think it ought to be
reported to the police,

especially considering Jason.

- Well, maybe because
of Jason I ought

to give him what he wants.

I was thinking maybe I should
sell some of my stocks.

- Diana, you just let that money
sit for your old age, not his.

- Are you going to be at
the hospital all night?

- Well, I'm not sure.

I had to bring in one
of my outpatients.

But now, look, if you're
worried about David,

why don't you start
for San Francisco

tonight, stay over
in Santa Barbara,

and then finish
the trip tomorrow.

- But what about Jason?

- Oh, good Lord.

Jason and I have
bach'd for years.

He won't mind if
you're not there.

- No, I guess he won't.

Goodbye, darling.

- Jason, what are
you doing here?

- Just checking something
on my motorcycle.

Good night.

- Jason.

- I hate you.

Even when I'm sober,
remember, I hate you.

- I don't owe you
anything, David.

[CAR SOUNDS]

[CRASH]

[AMBULANCE SOUNDS]

- I'm sorry, Peter.

She was practically DOA.

There was nothing
we could've done.

- Oh my God.

- What is it, doctor?

- For a moment there, I
thought we'd lost her,

but then her pulse,
respiration, blood pressure

seemed to have stabilized.

The ailments of the human body
always fascinate us but the way

it solves its own problems...

That's the real
mystery, isn't it?

I have every reason to believe
she'll be much better tomorrow.

- Carol, can hear me?

I called your mother
and she said she'd

be down here after dinner.

She's going to bring
some of your things.

- Please.

- What?

- Bring me a rose.

- Watch the thorns.

- You can smell them, right?

Tell me.

- They smell beautiful.

- Here.

- The doctors say that--

- Oh, no.

What hap-- oh, Peter!

- Carol?
- Peter!

- Carol, it's Adam.

- Why wheres my husband?

- Carol.

- What are they
doing in the garage?

- Well, he didn't say exactly.

Some kind of a
routine investigation.

- Well, that lieutenant asked
me about her ex-husband.

- Oh?
What'd you tell them?

- I told them they had a big
fight the night it happened.

Dad, is it horrible of me
not to mind that she's dead?

- Jason, my only regret
is that the two of you

didn't strike it off better.

- I just think you and I
lived together too long

after mom died.

We really didn't
need anybody else.

- I wish I had understood that
a little better last year.

- Oh, you didn't marry
Diana just for me, did you?

- Oh no.

Diana was a very loving
person, self-reliant.

I appreciated those things.

[DOORBELL]
- Yes.

- Dr. Bernard, please.
- Come on in.

- Dad, someone to see you.

- Dr. Bernard, my
name's Adam Reston.

- Yes?

- I've been trying to call
you from the hospital.

- Mr. Reston, I
just lost my wife

and I'm not taking on any
new patients at the moment.

My service should've
made that clear.

- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry to barge in but
I need to know something.

Did you or your wife personally
know a nurse at the hospital

by the name of Carol Enders?

- No, not to my knowledge.

- Doctor, my fiance's in
the hospital right now.

- Well, what's that
got to do with me?

- She's got a
concussion, doctor,

and she's been
calling out for you.

- So?

- She thinks that
you're her husband.

- I never saw that
girl before in my life.

Now, here's a
picture of my wife.

There is absolutely
no resemblance.

Has she had her
bandages off yet,

seen herself in the mirror?

- No.

- That doesn't explain why
she keeps calling out for you.

You're not her husband but
she insists that you are.

- It's all rather hard
to believe, Mr. Reston,

more than a little painful.

My wife died not more than 50
feet from here two nights ago.

- Peter, is that you?

- You recognize my voice.

- Oh, yes.

Oh, darling, thank
God you're here.

How is Jason?

- He's-- he's fine.

- Good.

- He sends you his love.

- Really?

Does he really, Peter?

- Yes.

Yes, and don't you think you
ought to take it easy now?

I want to get those bandages off
your eyes just soon as we can.

Honey, there's some
man here, a Mr. Reston.

He keeps driving me crazy.

He keeps calling me Carol.

- Don't worry.

I'll talk to him for you.

- Thank you.

Peter, I will be able
to see again, won't I?

- I'm counting on it.
I promise you.

- I don't know.

She sounds just like Diana.

Not exactly the voice,
but the rhythms.

And obviously she's
taken enough time

to pry into my personal
life, or you have.

Now, Mr. Reston, I don't
know exactly what you

hope to gain by all this,
but at the slightest

invasion of my
privacy I assure you

I will go directly
to the police.

Do you understand that?

- Yeah, but nobody is
putting on an act, doctor.

She's sick in some
way, but Dr. Palmer

called it a
personality disorder.

She'll get treatment
and get better.

- I certainly hope so
for both our sakes.

- West.

Dr. Bernard, 561 West, please.

- Dr. Bernard have
any explanation?

- Oh, yeah.

He thinks we're pulling
some kind of a con job.

But I guess if I was a man in
his position I'd have to agree.

Now when is the psychiatrist
going to see here?

- Well, if this
condition continues,

once the bandages are
off and she sees herself,

they're going to be
fighting over that case.

- Carol seemed to
know everything

about Dr. Bernard and his son.

Now, how's a psychiatrist
going to explain that?

- I don't know if he
can any more than I

as a doctor can explain her
physical recovery two nights

ago, at least not
in medical terms.

- What do you mean?

- Well, there were two crises in
this hospital on the same floor

at the same time.

Dr. Bernard's wife died
of massive bodily injuries

at the same moment
that Miss Enders was

succumbing to her brain damage.

And yet suddenly,
inexplicably, there's

practically nothing
wrong with Ms. Enders

except for that
temporary loss of sight.

I mean, it's as though
Mrs. Bernard's spirit

had somehow invaded your young
lady's body and kept it alive.

- Aw, come on, doctor.

What are you suggesting?

That Diana Barnard's soul
went into Carol's room

and took over her body
instead of going straight up?

Oh, oh no.

- Mr. Reston, when I was in
the Peace Corps in India,

there were thousands
of sick crammed

into this railroad
station after a flood.

There wasn't a moment
when someone wasn't dying.

And you could feel the air,
thick with the spirits.

It was like incense.

And no one stopped
to even question it.

For me, after that it
was only a decision

whether to become a
doctor or a priest.

Of course, my report
will say she's

in a post comatose
state suffering

from personality disorders.

I mean, it covers so little,
it covers everything.

- Well, there's got to be
another explanation for it.

There has to be.

- May I talk to her?

- That might just be
the best thing for her.

- Security officer,
please go to 133 West.

- Nurse?
- Yes, doctor?

- Will the security officer--

- Mr. Reston's going
to talk to Ms. Enders.

- Carol, excuse me.

It's Adam.

- Do you have any
official duties

in this hospital, Mr. Reston?

- No, I'm just personally
concerned about your health.

- And that woman who
keeps insisting she's

my mother, who's she?

Why isn't she under treatment?

- You don't know either of us?

- Oh, stop it!

Listen, you had an accident.

It's understandable you
could have amnesia, not

know who you are, but
to be so convincingly

like you're someone else!
- Hi.

Yes, Dan Petrie, please.

Have you spoken to my
husband about this?

- No, not completely.

- Well, do.

I have hundreds of friends,
and they all know who I am.

Hi, Dan.
Diana Barnard.

- Who'd you say?

- Diana.

Diana Bernard.

I'm in the hospital.

I just breezed through a pretty
bad car accident but I'm OK.

I've been lying here kind of
brewing about my ex-husband.

Dan, I'd like you to sell about
$5,000 worth of his stock.

- You say you're
in the hospital?

- Yeah, I totalled
the car, but I'm fine.

- Well, is there a doctor
that I can talk to?

- Well, not right here.

Is there anyone?

- Here.

Does your Carol have a
broker named Dan Petrie?

- Mr. Petrie, I'm a
friend of this lady's.

Look, I don't care who
you are, but if you're

thinking about ripping
off this account,

you had better check the papers.

Diana Barnard died two days ago.

- But you do know her, and
she did have an account there?

- Sure, I was her
broker for years.

But as far as any
other information goes,

I don't know what you want it
for but you're not getting it

from me.

In fact, you're going to
get it right from the police

if this is repeated.

- Hey, what are you doing?
Give me the phone.

- He hung up.

What do you mean he hung up?

Hey, you listen to me, will you?

He hung up because he can't
understand what's going on

in here anymore than I can.

Diana Bernard died two days
ago, not more than an hour

after her accident.

- What's going on around here?

Who are you?

What are you trying to do to me?

- Put these back on.

- No!

- You should put--

- My hands.

My hair, what
happened to my hair?

Oh, they did surgery.

I'm scarred!

That's it, isn't it?

No, you're beautiful.

You're not scarred.

- Oh my God, I'm crazy!

Oh!

- You're not crazy.

You're alive.

- What about my
hands and my face...

Oh...

- Listen.

Listen.

Two days ago, Diana
Bernard was dying.

Her body was destroyed but not
her mind, her will to live,

her spirit, her soul,
whatever you want to call it.

But in here, Carol's
body was undamaged,

but her brain was dying
or some part of it.

Somehow Diana's spirit
invaded Carol's body.

- That's not possible.

- Carol, I don't have any
other explanation for it!

- But Peter, he accepted me.

He sent me Jason's love.

- Yeah, yeah, Peter.

He didn't want to make a scene.

He thinks you are
seriously disturbed or--

- But I know
everything about us,

things that nobody else could...

Please, Mr. Reston, look at me.

Am I the Carol you know?

- I don't know.

You look like
Carol but you don't

act like the Carol I love.

- Oh, it must be even
harder for Peter.

At least I look right to you.

- What-- what do the doctors
around here think about this?

- They-- they haven't
said much, not yet.

They want to run some
tests, talk to you,

have a psychiatrist
study your case.

- Well, what do I do?

- You don't have to do anything.

Everybody wants to help
you even though they don't

understand what's going on.

They are your friends.

I...

I never miss Carol.

I loved her more.

- Mr. Reston.

Mr. Reston, this is
Lieutenant Carrea.

He is with the
police department.

He was downstairs getting a
transcript of Mrs. Bernard's

death certificate when
he apparently heard

rumors of our friend here.

- Evidently, Ms. Enders
is a friend of the victim

or is pretending
to be the victim.

- Yes, Mr. Reston.

An examination of
the wrecked car

leads us to believe that
Mrs. Bernard's death was not

an accident.

We think she was murdered.

- Wait, what do
you mean murdered?

But how?

- Well, we found
a cut brake cable,

and there was a pinhole opening
punched in the hydraulic brake

line.

Since someone
downstairs suggests

that Ms. Enders was claiming
that she knew everything

about Dr. Bernard's wife, I
thought I'd like to speak her.

- Look, Ms. Enders is a
nurse in this hospital.

There's no other connection.

- Well, for a detective that's
a pretty big connection.

Do you think she knew
anything about Mrs. Bernard's

ex-husband, David Hastings?

- I never heard her
mention the name.

- Well, I'd like to be sure.

You see, Jason Bernard--

that's Dr. Bernard's son--

he testified that David Hastings
was in their home the night

the accident occurred.

Jason said that Hastings
threatened her life.

- Excuse me.

Lieutenant, can I talk
to you for a minute?

- Excuse me.

- What have you
talked to her about?

- Well, she knows the truth,
and I told her your theory.

- How'd she take it?

- Not well at first.

But I think she trusts me now.

We'll work it out.

- Well, then why don't
you break the news to her?

- I need your help.

Do you know David Hastings?

- He's my ex-husband.

- Did he ever
threaten to kill you?

- He's threatened me
but never like that.

- The police think
that he murdered you.

He tampered with the
brakes to your car.

Oh, no.
He couldn't.

He's violent, but kill me?

No.

It's--

- Diana Bernard's
stepson said that he

heard David Hastings
threaten to kill you.

- Oh no, no, no.
That's not so.

I can straighten that out.

Can I?

- Look, you were with
me all that night.

They're not going to
buy anything else.

You want to get into
it with him now?

Doctor.

- May I?

- Ms. Enders, this
is Lieutenant Carrea

of the police department.

- Just one question,
if you don't mind.

Do you happen to know an
engineer, currently unemployed,

named David Hastings?

- Not that I can remember.

- You have no idea where
we could find this man?

- Why are you asking me this?

- Well, you made a phone
call a little while

ago through the switchboard.

You said you were Mrs. Bernard.

- Mrs. Bernard?

No, no, there's some mistake.

I know her husband
works in the hospital

but I wouldn't know her--

the woman, if I saw her.

Adam tells me that--

that she may have been killed.

That's not possible, is it?

- Why not?

- Well, who would want to
kill a woman like that?

- David Hastings maybe.

- May I see you?

- Are you all right?

Would you like a
sedative or something?

- No.

Oh, wait.

I'd like to get up a
little while later and walk

in the corridor.

Is that all right?

- Sure, I'll tell the
nurse at the desk.

- I do not understand this.

I can't figure-- doctor, what
is she trying to pull on us?

That switchboard
operator wasn't lying.

She said she was Mrs. Bernard.

- Well, now, she
was hit on the head.

She had a bad concussion.

You have to make a lot
of allowances for that.

- When was she admitted?

- We came in together about an
hour before Mrs. Bernard did.

- May I see those
admission reports?

- Sure.

- I want a statement
from you, too.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- Ms. Enders?

- Where's Carol?

- Don't you know?

- She's gone.

- She wasn't released?

- No, she's run off.

- I don't know what was going
on in her mind about playing

games, but obviously
it wasn't working out

so she called it quits.

No, doctor, no one's
calling it quits.

She's stuck with it.
She is your wife.

- I don't like this
game, Mr. Reston.

Now, I came up here
to straighten it out.

- Look, doc, there's not
time to go into it now.

I have to find Carol.

The police must have
told you that someone

murdered your wife.

- Well, they have a
theory apparently.

- Yeah, well, I've
got a theory, too,

that Carol's out right
now looking for whoever

it was that murdered her.

It's Diane's mind
running that search

but it's Carol's
body that's in danger

and that just scares
the hell out of me.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[KNOCK]

- One of Tony's friends.

- School isn't out
for a half hour yet.

[KNOCK]

- Who is it?

- Carol Enders, Mrs. Wyatt.

I'm a friend of Diana Bernard's.

- You told Diane about us?
- Never.

- What do you want?

- The police are
looking for David.

I have to talk to him.

- What am I going to do?

- Please let me come in.
I'll try and explain.

- No Mrs. Bernard
ever even came here.

- No, but she once
had David followed.

- It wasn't mentioned in
the divorce proceedings.

- That wasn't really
the important thing.

- What was?

- The bitterness
and the resentment.

- You know, I was a space
engineer making $30,000 a year

when I married Diana.

Then the world got
bored with the moon

and I got stuck in a
field nobody needs.

You know, I liked what I did.

I mean, there were some
real thrills in those days.

- I'm sure there were
others in your position.

Did they give up?

- Give up?

You know, that's
just how she put it.

Oh, I tried a lot of things.

I just couldn't
hold them together.

- Well, I'm sure she
tried to help you.

- Oh, with money, sure.

Yeah, but you showed
weakness around Diane

and she'd cut you out.

- The police have a theory
that she was killed.

They think you did it.

- Me?

No.

When I'm drunk I've
done some stupid things

but I could never kill anyone.

You see, I got plans.

I don't want to blow them.

- I have a son, eight.

We're all going to Canada.

I think he'll like it up there.

- He's a good boy.

- I'll try it in a
factory for a while

and maybe welding
on the pipeline.

What the heck?

Anything else I've
tried hasn't worked.

What's to lose?

- I don't seem to have
much money with me,

but I'll get some more to you.
Please take it.

I want to help.

- Thank you.

But I really don't
understand why.

- Well, I knew Diana
probably better than anyone.

She was hard on you, David.

A lot harder than you deserved.

Susan won't let you feel like a
failure, and that's important,

isn't it?

- Thank you.

- That's spotted
about 10 minutes ago.

- You check it out?

- Not yet.

- This slot belongs to
that apartment number 302.

- David, there's a
police car out there.

- Don't run, David, please.

I know you didn't kill Diana.
I can help you.

- How can you help?
I never saw you before.

- Well, I can.

I promise you I will.

- Police!
- Oh, David.

[KNOCK]

- Police!

Police.

David Hastings?

Yes?

You're under arrest.

I have to tell you anything
you say may be used--

Ms. Enders, what
are you doing here?

- That's impossible, Lieutenant!

She was in the hospital the
night Mrs. Bernard was killed.

- She was a nurse
in the hospital.

Maybe she was having an
affair with Dr. Bernard.

She has to fit into
this someplace.

- Well, she doesn't.

Not in any way that'd
make any sense to you.

- Try me.

- Lieutenant, have you
ever heard of possession,

when one mind takes over
the body of someone else?

- Around here possession
means holding.

Pot, hard drugs,
maybe just a needle,

and there's nothing
psychological about it.

- Well, there's nothing
psychological about this

either.

It's spiritual,
beyond explanation.

Diana Bernard's mind is living
on in the body of Carol Enders.

- Look, I book them on
fingerprints and mug shots.

That woman is Carol Enders.

That woman knew where David
Hastings was hiding out.

Now, we've got hard
evidence that Hastings

tampered with the brake
lining of Diana Bernard's car.

That makes her a suspect
as an accomplice.

- So you're going to
book her as an accomplice

in the murder of Diana Bernard?

- Suspicion of conspiracy,
protecting a fugitive.

- But she is Diana Bernard.

You can't arrest her
for murdering herself.

- Well, Ms. Enders.

Thank you.

- You claim David
Hastings was innocent.

Now, why would you
say a thing like that?

- Because he has enough
trouble planning his own life.

He couldn't possibly lay
out a scheme to kill me.

- I know him.

I was married to
him three years ago.

- Ms. Enders, three years ago
you were in nursing school

and living at home.

- David Hastings was
at the Bernard home

the night she died.

The boy says that Hastings
threatened his stepmother's

life.

His exact words were,
"I'll kill you."

- He never said that.

- Ms. Enders, you
were unconscious

when that took place.

- Isn't there anything
I can do to prove this?

- Do you have a copy
of the accident report?

- Yeah.

- Who knows the
details of that report?

- Myself, the two officers
who reconstructed it,

and my supervisor.

- That's all?

- Well, details of
a report like this

very often become
material evidence.

We keep it confidential.

- What about the victim?

Who would know the details
better than Diana Bernard?

- I know I'm making you
relive an possible memory,

but you've got to tell
us exactly what happened

in that car.

Diana, just how did you die?

- Well, I was tired that night.

I was worried that I'd been
too selfish with David.

I was about 10 or 12
miles up the coast road,

I guess, going too fast.
I tend to speed.

I'm sorry.

- How fast?

- 65, 70.

- And then you
just lost control?

- I was going around
a right hand curve.

There was another car coming,
and it blinded me for a second.

And then when I hit the
brakes, nothing happened.

- Did you hit anything?

- Well, the car
swerved off the road,

and I was going
down an embankment.

I remember trying to fight for
control of the car, and then--

and there was a pole.

No, no, it was too
big for a pole.

Oh my God, I hit the trees.

- I put this in my
report, the department's

going to have me back in
East LA checking licenses.

- Then you do believe her?

- All I know is you
got a witness there

anybody would be out of their
mind to put on the stand.

You want to drive
12 jurors crazy?

- Look, Hastinga
said he'd kill you.

He went to the garage.

He found some tools.

He cut the emergency
brake cable.

He made a pinhole cut
in the hydraulic line.

Did you tell him you were
going up to San Francisco?

- No, but he couldn't
have gotten in the garage.

I had to unlock it
from the inside.

- Now, how could you know that?

You were in the hospital.

- Then don't ask
her if she told him

she was going to San Francisco.

- "You cannot bang the silent
zero in search of sound."

That's a Chinese poem, and
I'm going to take its advice.

You stay here.

I'll arrange your release.

- This isn't a very easy
situation for either of us.

- I'm sorry I'm not
who you want me to be.

- If you know your
ex-husband didn't kill you,

then somebody else
out there did.

And if you do anything that's
threatening to him in any way,

they'll fight back.

- I think I know who killed me.

- Who?

- Other people's feelings are
going to be deeply involved.

It doesn't frighten me.

It just makes me terribly sad.

I've got a very
painful responsibility,

and I've got to
handle it myself.

- Do the police know that you
left the hospital without being

released?

- I guess not.

Are you going to tell them?

- Adam, please, this is
something I have to do alone.

- Ms. Enders, you're free to go.

- Carol.

- I'm not Carol.

- Well, aren't you
going with her?

- I don't know what to do.

I want to protect
her but I don't

have any right to stop her.

She's absolutely sane.

- Yeah, this is
Lieutenant Carrea.

Yeah, that's my case all right.

OK.

You know a man by the
name of Dan Petrie?

- Yeah, that's the guy she
called from the hospital.

- Well, he's on his
way down to talk to me.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

- Here.

You feel that on your shoulders?

- No, it's all in my hips.
It's-- it's perfect.

- Yeah, well, you see, that's
the way it's supposed to be.

This the best one.

I bought the same kind myself.

- Hey, we got a matched set?

- Yeah.

- We can be a team!

How about the bed?

- Well, you said
to get mummy bags.

- Yes, but it's got
to be down filling.

- Well, wait, wait.

There's all kinds of down.

You see, there's a pecking
order in sleeping bags, too.

Now, there's, uh,
there's duck down.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, that's good.

But you just feel that
way this fluffs up.

This isn't even
white goose down.

This is gray goose down.

It is primo, number one stuff.

This is good at even 30 below.

- Fantastic.

- What were you doing, Jason?

- Jason, have you seen our
wire cutters out in the shop?

- Uh, not-- not for a while.
Why?

- Well, I just wanted to make
an adjustment on this pack,

but pliers would
do just as well.

- You want me to get them?
- OK.

- Who's there?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

- Don't get excited, Jason.

I'm not going to
cause any trouble.

- I don't know you.

What are you after?

- Whatever you-- whatever
you dropped down that drain.

- Everybody drops
things down that drain.

- The night your
stepmother died.

A nail?

- You couldn't know.

- I do, Jason.

As much as I regret it, I
have to tell your father!

- Jason!

Jason!

- I was just going to call you.

She was poking around.

- What are you doing here?

- I have to talk to you.

Alone.

- All right, Jason.

Everything's fine.

Just fine, OK?

- All right, Miss
Enders, I suppose

you know breaking into
a house is a crime.

I just don't understand you.

When I first talked to
you in the hospital,

I thought, well,
either she's crazy

or she wants something from me.

Now, what is it, please?

- Peter, Jason's in trouble.

He's done a terrible thing.

Now-- now, I don't think
you realize what he's done--

- Now, look, you don't
know anything about Jason.

Now you're fishing
for something.

What is it?

- Do you remember Cynthia Woods?

- Cyn-- What about her?

- She broke her hip
skiing three years ago,

and you operated on her.

I was just a-- a friend
that came to visit.

You asked me to have coffee
with you in the cafeteria,

and we got to
talking about skiing.

- Good God.

- We went away to Aspen
for a month and when we got

back we got married.

Now, Jason felt very left out.

I don't-- I don't think he's
ever forgiven me for that.

- It is you, isn't it, Diana?

How is this possible?

- I don't know.

I know it's not my body but
somehow I've inherited it.

Outside in the garage,
for the first time,

I felt the other person
coming back, and--

and I fought her off.

I fought to stay in this body.

- What were you
doing in the garage?

- Peter, I saw Jason out
there the night I left,

the night I was killed.

He was looking for
something-- something

that had fallen down a drain.

- What?

- Well, I found it tonight.

It's some kind of
very sharp nail.

The police say they're looking
for something like that.

They think that David
used it to somehow punch

a hole in my brakes.

- David?

- Yeah, they picked
him up today.

They-- they found some
wire cutters in his car.

Now, I don't know how
to tell you this, Peter.

Jason must have
looked up his address

and planted the
wire cutters on him.

- (INCREDULOUSLY): Jason?

- Well, he has a motorcycle.

He knows about
mechanical things.

Now, I don't think he planned to
put the blame on David until he

heard us arguing that night.

- I can't believe that.

I just--

- Well, maybe it was
just childish vengeance.

Maybe-- maybe he didn't
even think I'd die, just--

just be away for a
while in the hospital

so he could have you
all to himself again.

- No, no, no, no, no way.

Not that boy.

He might have been jealous of
you but he would never kill.

You were my wife
and I loved you.

He would never hurt anyone
that he thought that I loved.

- Did you love me, Peter?

- Of course I did.

- I-- I wasn't just
a mother for Jason?

A woman who said how hard
she'd try to make him

feel like her own son,
who was willing to learn

how to do all the things that
you and Jason did together?

- I appreciated all
those things, of course.

- I don't think Jason
thought he was killing

someone he thought you loved.

- That's a horrible accusation
to make against my own son.

I can't accept it.

- Peter, you've
got to face up it.

Now, David didn't kill
me, and the only thing

that's going to get him off
for sure is Jason's confession.

Now-- now the boy's young.

He's-- he's
emotionally unstable.

They'll take all of
that into consideration.

- How can I put my
own son in jail?

- How can you let an
innocent man take the blame?

I-- I know it's a horrible
position to be in.

I'm so sorry about
the whole thing.

- They can't prove
anything against Jason.

- Peter, he lied to
the police when he said

David threatened to kill me.

Now, he never said that.

And it seems he told
them the garage was open,

and that David could
have gotten in any time.

Well, that's not true either!

- Well, who's going to
testify for all that?

You?

- No.

You're going to talk to Jason.

He won't lie to you, and then
you'll both come forward.

I know you will.

- I don't think I can.

- Well, someone has to and it's
hateful for me to be the one!

But I'll go to them
with this if I have to--

if you make me.

- It's just a nail.

How can it be that important?

- I can't swap David for Jason.
It's so wrong.

- Possibly you're right.

- This isn't just an
ordinary nail, though.

I've seen it someplace before.

It's some kind of pin to--

it's a pin to hold
fractures together!

A...

David, Jason must have gotten
it out of your bag, and...

[SCREAM]

- After I spoke to this woman
who claimed to be Mrs. Bernard,

I got thinking about it.

It's strange, see, because
there are no more funds

in Mrs. Bernard's account.
- What?

- Well, something happened
a couple of weeks ago.

I didn't think anything
of it at the time,

but now, I don't know.

Here, Lieutenant.

Read this.

- "Dear Dan, this
letter will authorize

the transfer of any funds
to my husband's account

at his discretion."

Is that her signature?

- Yes, I know the signature.

I even checked it again
before I called you,

but that letter is a copy made
from a duplicating machine.

I-- I just accepted it.

- Well, according
to the notation,

the original was
sent to her attorney.

That seems reasonable.

- It seemed so to me,
too, until tonight.

I called the attorney
just to check.

He never received the original.

I know, it could
have been lost, but I

thought you ought to know.

- Wait a minute,
let me see this.

I used to work with copy
machines in the army,

and now at the bank.

You can do a paste up
with these machines.

That's where you
move the signature

from one document to another.

- What happened to the
funds in her account?

- Uh, she had about
$100,000 that she

inherited from her father.

She went through
almost half of that

while she was married to
a man named, uh, Hastings.

- Yeah, we know about him.

- Right after she
married the doctor,

she told me not to let
her touch the rest of it.

That is, until I got that.

- Then what happened?

- Well, our brokerage firm also
handles the doctor's account,

but I'm not his broker.

I would never have let him
get into that commodity again.

Especially cocoa!

It's like a crap game.

You make a fortune,
drop a fortune.

Nobody can figure it.

You want to invest in
cocoa, buy a candy bar.

Anyway, that's what
I'd tell my clients.

But the doctor gets
this very hot tip

from one of his patients.

Blows 100 grand.

Then I get this letter,
and first thing you know,

that's the end of
her money, too.

- Can we go out to his house
and confront him with this?

Carol's out there.
I'm sure of it.

I'm worried about her.
- At this time of night?

On what grounds?

Now, I can't prove
that this is a forgery,

and there is no crime about
not having the original.

- Let me see.

- Look, I'll buy you two
tickets to the Super Bowl

if you can prove that
that's a paste up copy.

- OK.
You've been out to his house.

Does he have a
copy machine there?

- No.

- How about his office?

- Yeah.

- Well, maybe I can
prove it but I've

got to see the machine first.

- Thank you, Mr. Petrie.
Come along.

- Well, there's the copier.

- Well, you never
got the original.

You can be sure
it was destroyed.

- Hey, here's some checks of
hers with her signature on it.

Well, if he did it, he
was smart enough not

to use this typewriter.

- Here we go.

- Signature's crooked.

- Well, it takes more
than a couple of tries,

you know, to get
it perfect here.

- Or it could have
been a real copy

of a real letter, probably done
on their typewriter at home.

She could have had
it copied anywhere.

What makes you think you're
going to prove that he put it

all together on this copier?

No way!

- Look, see this here?

This machine uses a
sort of paper negative.

There should be an impression
left on it of everything

that's gone through
this machine for weeks.

- I don't see anything there.

I never heard of this gimmick.

- I know these machines.

We use them in the Army
for classified material.

Now, there's a
special attachment

that re-exposes the negative
so nobody can check it out.

All you got to do is get
your photo lab people

to find the right developer.

I hope we come up
with something.

- OK, bring it along.

- She broke into the
house, acted crazy.

I did what any doctor
would be expected to do.

- Dad?

- Uh, I'll be with you,
Jason, in the living room.

- Everything all right?

- Everything's fine!

Jason.

- What about that woman?

- I had to give her a sedative.

She's very sick, mentally.

- Why was she in the garage?

- Why were you in the
garage, Jason, the night

that Diana was killed?

- Well, I wasn't!

Who says I was?

- Look, I'm not
attacking you, son.

I just want the truth.

Did you see me?

Did you?

- Yes.

Last week, they sent
me home from school

for helping out on something.

I saw you in the garage.

I don't know why I
didn't say anything.

It was your expression
or something.

- And the cutters?

- You can't leave them around!

You cut something and
it makes grooves and--

and they can match
those with the cutter!

- So you-- you got rid of them?

- Well, we're a team!

We've got the same backpacks!

- Oh God.

It's bad enough what I did,
but for you to have seen it--

- But you wouldn't have done
it without a real good reason.

Was she cheating on you, Dad?

- Jason, you know what
happens if all this comes out?

- It won't.

I figured it all out.

I looked up her ex
old man's address

and I put the
cutters in his car.

No fingerprints!

- Do you realize what
we're talking about!

Jason.

Jason, what would happen if--

if we weren't living here?

What would happen if we--

we lost this place?

You know, I had
paid $130 for these.

They're the best, Jason.

I always-- I always
knew the best.

Some people have to buy
them cheap, pay $30, $40.

We've always
traveled first class.

Tell me, Jason.

Tell me that that's
important to you, please.

- I figure we can
work anything out.

- Jason, you know that woman,
if she goes to the police,

all the stitches are out.

I could give her a
stronger sedative.

- Wouldn't anybody know?

- You and me.

- Who is she?

- Jason, I want you to
get on your motorcycle.

I want you to go over
to my mother's house

and spend the night because
what I have to do here

does not concern you.

Please forgive me, son.

Please.

- Sure, Dad.

I'm afraid, that's all.

- That's more than I
was ever able to admit.

- OK, OK, fine.

- Well?
- They got something.

They're on their way down.

- It took them long enough.

- OK, OK, we're doing our best.

- There you go, Lieutenant.

I, uh, hope this
is what you needed.

- Yeah, me, too.

- There it is.

Three copies of the letter.

- Yeah, it looks like he didn't
get it right until this one.

I owe you two tickets
to the Super Bowl.

Let's get out to the house.

That's what the siren's for.

- Peter?

- Yes?

- I just had a strange dream.

We were on skis and you were...

You were huge, just...

- Well, that's just fine.

You just go to sleep.

Everything's fine.

Just fine.

[POLICE SIREN]

- Carol?

- Lieutenant!

- Carol?

Carol?

- He's dead.

- Carol, wake up.

- Adam!

- Come on.

- Come on.

- Come on.

We'll get you to the hospital.

- Where are we?

- It's a long story.

I'll tell you about
it on our honeymoon.

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