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I... I don't know.

I've told you a hundred
times I don't know.

You see, we...

we came here as tourists.

It was a sort of
second honeymoon.

See, I haven't been well,

and my husband
thought perhaps a trip...

We were...

we were leaving the hotel

when we were
crossing the square.

That's when the
shooting started...

We didn't even know
who was firing at whom.

You have to believe me!

I'm sick...

Day after day of this...

Where is...

Where is my husband?

What have you done
with my husband?

Oh, no! No!

Oh, no more... no
more drugs, oh, please!

Please, no more...
no more drugs!

See... see...

you have to let me go now

or I'll be late to school
and I'll be punished.

Let me go!

I'll kill you! Aah!

I'll kill you! Aah!

Cut! That's a print!

Victoria, that's the best bit
of acting I've seen in years.

Oh...

You mean me or the muscle man?

I mean you, princess.

You were marvelous;
I mean it sincerely.

Aw, that's sweet
of you, Jonathan,

but you know going slightly
crackers isn't just acting.

I've been there.

That's behind you.

Forget it.

The important thing now
is Victoria Page is back,

and Jonathan Stack's got her.

Oh, thank you, dear.

All right, everybody.

It's a wrap.

We'll continue the
sequence in the morning,

and go over to Stage
Nine after lunch.

If we're lucky.

We'll be lucky or I'll
need a new assistant.

What time is my call
in the morning, Gary?

7:00 in makeup, 8:00
for the set, Miss Page.

Okay, thank you.

Vicki, I'm whipping
up an 18-boy curry

for some chums tonight.

Would you join us?

I'm sorry, Jonathan,

I promised Janet no socializing
until I'm deeper into the part.

Uh-uh, now don't make
me the heavy, darling.

You were the one who said
we'd work on the script tonight.

You see, I can't even
get away with a white lie

with my sister around.

Well, you're missing a treat.

My curry would curl your hair.

Good night, princess.

Remember, you're still
the best in the business.

- Good night, Janet.
- Good night, dear.

See you in the morning.

Would you have believed
how easy this was going to be?

I tell you, coming back to work

was the best thing I've
ever done for myself.

I feel simply fabulous,

as if I'd never been
sick a day in my life.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's-it's nothing.

Just...

It just makes me
feel good inside

to hear you talk like that.

Oh, well, now, let's
not get maudlin.

I'll go and bring
the car around.

All right, I'll get out of this

and I'll meet you
in a few minutes.

Okay, don't forget your script.

Oh, I'll pick it up
on the way out.

All right.

You're going to
make it, old girl.

Just... hang in there.

Stay loose.

Janet?

Hello, Mrs. Carstairs.

It's nice to see you again.

Don't tell me
you've forgotten me.

I've never forgotten you.

I want a confession...

a confession that you
killed your husband.

Oh, you may have
fooled everyone else,

but not me, not for a second.

He died.

And now you're going to die.

Vicki?

- What is it?
- Someone shot at me!

- Vicki!
- But didn't you see him?

He ran out just ahead of me.

Who, Vicki, who?

I don't know.

He was wearing a mask.

Oh, that hideous mask.

It's all right, Vicki.

But the shots, didn't
you hear the shots?

Vicki, come on
now, it's all right.

Now, let's go home.

Let's go home.

Come on, I'll do something
about it, I promise you.

♪♪

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Hello, Janet.

Uh, Victoria will be out of
makeup in a few minutes.

Would you like some coffee?

Yeah, thank you.

Well, how does it feel
to be back in California?

Well, I don't think
I ever really left it.

Vicki and I are both natives.

We were born in
West Los Angeles.

Our old house is now a
San Diego Freeway off-ramp.

How do you take it?

Just black.

You know, I didn't
call you last night

just at random, Mr. Mannix.

I've never forgotten
how helpful you were

when Vicki was getting those
crank letters from Topeka.

Well, that was at least,
uh... ten years ago.

You've got a great memory.

Well, some of those letters were
pretty memorable, believe me.

But what we really
appreciated was the way

you were able to keep
it out of the newspapers.

And that's the
important thing now.

Just when she's making
her comeback and...

after what she's been through.

You see...

while we were in Europe...

Her husband was
killed in a car accident.

She had a breakdown.

Spent a year in a mental
hospital in Switzerland.

Well, she's fine now.

I was afraid what happened
last night might have set her back,

but today I'm sure
she's going to make it.

I'd hate the newspapers
to get hold of it.

If they dug deep enough...

Well, it could be awful.

I understand.

Hello, Joe.

Hello, Victoria.

Welcome home.

You look great.

Thank you.

This is an ungodly hour to
bring you all the way out here.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I like it.

All these people
breaking their backs

before 8:00 in the morning.

It makes me happy with my job.

I suppose Janet told
you what happened.

Bare bones, on
the phone last night.

Um...

why don't we go where
we can talk more privately?

Oh, isn't it amazing
how different things look

when the sun comes up?

It's almost as if it
had never happened.

Then you don't mind if I ask
you a couple of questions?

No, of course not.

I think some of my
answers may rock you a bit.

You have any idea at all
who this man in the mask was?

Not in the slightest.

Nothing in his voice,
his manner, his build?

Nothing.

Can you think of anyone you've
known at any time in your life,

who might have
wanted to kill you?

- No one.
- Miss Page,

we'll be ready for our
rehearsal in just a minute.

All right, Gary, thank you.

Maybe you better tell me
exactly what happened.

The first thing he said
was "Hello, Mrs. Carstairs."

Vicki, you didn't tell me that.

Well, it sounded so unreal.

Carstairs...

Does that mean anything to you?

You know, it's funny, at first
I thought it rang a tiny bell,

uh, a deja vu sort of thing.

But today, it simply
doesn't make sense.

Could this man have confused
you with someone else?

Definitely not.

Why are you so sure about that?

He knew who I was.

He said...

He wanted me to
confess that I killed Allen.

That's my husband.

He was killed in
a car crash in Italy.

I was with him.

Allen Sands.

It was an accident.

He was speeding, and
he'd had too much to drink.

Janet...

Well, I just want
that out in the open.

Did he say anything else?

No.

He shot at me
three times... and...

What is it?

"Mrs. Carstairs."

I think I remember.

Janet, wasn't that the name
of the character I played

in The Deadly Madonna?

Carstairs?

Em-Emily.

Emily Carstairs, you're right.

The Deadly Madonna.

I thought I knew all your films.

I don't remember
any Deadly Madonna.

It was never finished.

The producers ran out of
money halfway through filming.

Well, do you think there could
possibly be any connection

between The Deadly Madonna
and the man who shot at you?

I can't imagine
what it could be.

Well, uh, why don't you
show me where it happened?

Yes, it... it was
right over here.

Now, uh...

he came out of the
shadows from there,

and then I backed
up against this wall.

Where was he
when he fired at you?

Well, just about
where you are now,

but farther back, near the door.

Did anybody else hear the shots?

Not that I know of.

Well, that doesn't
mean anything.

The stages are soundproof.

Oh, Miss Page...

we're ready for rehearsal.

All right. Right away, Gary.

Excuse me, Joe.

What is it?

She said he fired
three shots at her.

Yes.

He not only missed
her from that distance,

but he, uh, didn't put a
single hole in the wall.

Morning, Peggy.

Any luck with The
Deadly Madonna?

Here.

"Chatter" column
by Hal Seagrave...

Affectionately known then
and now as "Slimy" Seagrave.

Mm-hmm.

"While every studio in
town is palpitatingly eager

"to sign Victoria Page
to a long-term contract

"following her personal triumph
in Goodbye To Innocence,

"people close to the luminous
Vicki are asking in whispers

"what has become of Mark Baxter,

"the director she
left high and dry

"while making The
Deadly Madonna.

Mark Baxter only happened
to be her husband."

That's right.

They were married
for a couple of months.

First time for Victoria and
third and last time for Baxter.

Then he just dropped
out of sight completely.

And he directed
The Deadly Madonna.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Oh, yes, Miss Baker.

It's the Academy.

Yes...

Nemo?

Uh-huh.

One, eight, three...

Uh-huh.

Oh, that's great.

Thank you so much, Miss Baker.

Bye-bye.

Miss B said that
if anyone in town

had a couple of frames
of The Deadly Madonna,

it's a film buff by the
name of Max Nemo.

He's got a classic
theater out on Berendo.

Here's the address.

Thanks, Peggy.

Oh, and, uh, see
if you can find out

if Mark Baxter has surfaced
anywhere lately, huh?

Right.

If you're smoking, kill it.

I'm looking for Max Nemo.

You found him.

I hope you understand
about that no smoking.

All this stuff is old
film, nitrate, pre-1950.

Go up in a flash.

My name is Mannix.

Just hold your horses.

Won't be but a minute.

Okay, Mannix.

Are you a PR man?

Uh, P.I. man...

Eh, Private Investigator.

I was wondering if you
could help me track dow...

Isn't that Victoria Page?

Yep.

Farewell To Innocence.

1949.

Copped about a jillion awards.

Yeah, they don't make 'em

like Victoria Page anymore.

Someone told me if I needed

information on old films,
you were the man to see.

Someone told you right.

Well, how about The
Deadly Madonna, for one?

That's a collector's item.

Never been released.

Not even finished.

Eh, might be a couple of
cans of film around somewhere.

Would, uh, Mark Baxter have one?

You know about Mark Baxter, too?

Well, I heard that, uh,

The Deadly Madonna
was the end of his career.

Yeah.

Fade out.

Finito.

Any idea what happened to him?

Ah, dropped clear out of
sight; probably dead by now.

At least his liver ought to be.

He was a bottle-a-day
man... A cinch for cirrhosis.

And as far as you know,

there aren't any prints
available of the film?

From all I hear,
they couldn't find any

in the vault, not
even a negative.

Wait a minute...

Wait a minute.

There was a columnist,
used to brag about

having the only print...

A muckraker named Hal Seagrave.

Do you know
where I can find him?

Oh, he lives pretty
high on the hog...

A penthouse on
Wilshire someplace.

But in my book,
he's still in the gutter.

Well, Mr. Mannix,

I take it you're what we
used to call a gumshoe.

Bogey would be proud of me.

Mm.

If you're here for the lowdown

on the Labor Day
party at Malibu,

it'll all be in next
week's issue.

Should be good for
a couple of divorces,

which, I guess, means some
quick money for you chaps.

I don't handle divorce
cases, Mr. Seagrave.

Aw.

You quite obviously haven't
got a healthy interest in dirt.

I find it tough enough
living with smog.

I assume that, uh, you're
here on someone's behalf.

Mm, someone who's interested
in the golden days of Hollywood.

Mm...

Nostalgia time.

Mm!

Gable and Tracy
fighting over Myrna Loy.

Lombard and Harlow...

Ty Power and Flynn.

All the beautiful,
magical people.

Including, of course,
Victoria Page.

That name somehow
falls short of stimulating me.

Is she your client?

Yes.

Why come to me?

Surely not for help.

The last time I saw Miss
Page was in court, 15 years ago,

when she sued me for libel.

Fat chance.

Meaning, uh, she lost the case.

She lost.

But the melody lingers on.

Obviously, you
still hold a grudge.

One that I shall cherish
to the end of my days.

Why?

Mark Baxter used
to be top of the heap.

He was number one
director in Hollywood.

Then he found this mousy,
undernourished fugitive

from a repertory company
in, of all places, Long Beach.

He taught her how to...

how to talk, how
to wear clothes.

He gave her a presence, a
posture, an incandescent glow.

Then he put together

a movie package to launch
her as a ready-made star.

And how did our lady thank him?

Halfway through, she walked
out on him and the picture.

That, uh...

that finished Mark
Baxter in Hollywood.

That's what you
hold against her?

I couldn't care less
about their love life.

But I ponied up $50,000

of my own money to get
The Deadly Madonna rolling.

And then when it ground to
a halt, thanks to dear Vicki,

I was out every nickel.

You once let it be known

that you had a work print
on The Deadly Madonna.

Yeah.

I kept it in a closet,
gathering dust,

to remind me that show
business is for fools.

Then, a few years
ago, I got a tip that...

that Mark Baxter

was holed up in some
mission for drunks downtown.

So I, uh, I sent it to him.

I figured he needed
it more than I did

to cheer up his declining years.

Do you, uh, remember
where you sent it?

Some dump on Los Angeles Street.

Well...

thanks for your
help, Mr. Seagrave.

Mr. Mannix...

I'm sorry I couldn't
be more specific,

but, uh, Skid Row is
not exactly my beat.

Some drunks have all the luck.

Uh, no, I've been
thinking about it, Joe.

No, the doctor said
I was perfectly well

when they let me
out of the hospital.

But now, I find myself
wondering... am I cured?

Is this real, or is
it just in my mind?

That's something we're
going to have to find out.

Oh... you said, yesterday,
that the man in the mask

accused you of
killing your husband.

Yes.

You have any idea
why he would say that?

No.

Victoria, I want you
to tell me exactly

what happened the
night of the accident.

Do I have to, Joe?

You never know.

It could help.

Two years ago...

Allen and I were living
in a villa near Rome.

We weren't getting
along too well.

I thought he was
seeing another woman.

Anyway...

we were driving
home from a party,

and I decided to
have it out with him.

I guess I came on pretty strong.

Who is she, Allen?

Who?

The woman you're
having the affair with.

Oh, come on, Vicki.

You were on the phone
with her when I came in

off the terrace this afternoon.

You hung up the
minute you saw me.

Have you had too much to drink?

I want to know
who she is, Allen.

Darling, I really think
you're going round the bend.

Stop the car.

Is that an order?

Of course it is.

And why not?

It's your car,

your villa, your money.

Everything belongs to you.

And your husband?

Oh, too bad, his
books don't sell.

He's just another
Tinkertoy, right, Vicki?

I know you're seeing
another woman.

Is that what you've been
brooding about all these weeks?

Well, let me tell you
something, Vicki...

You ought to spend some of
your precious money on a doctor.

Your mind's
playing tricks on you!

I mean it! Stop the car!

The next thing I remembered,

I was being wheeled
into a hospital room.

You know, the only
consolation I've had...

If we hadn't swerved,

the people in the other car
might have been killed, too.

Well, it's pretty obvious
that you weren't at fault.

You had to grab the wheel.

It was instinctive,
it was right.

Then why do I have
this dreadful guilt feeling

whenever I think about it?

You should try
not to think about it.

I've tried. It doesn't help.

Always that image.

Victoria,

do you think that's what
might have happened

yesterday on the sound stage?

Your mind created
a horror figure

to accuse you of a crime
you felt guilty about?

It had to have been
my imagination, Joe.

No one heard the shots,
there were no bullet holes.

What other explanation
could there be?

Well, the gun could have
been filled with blanks.

But why would
anyone do that to me?

That's something we
still have to find out.

I've got to run,
but I'll be in touch.

Thanks.

Mannix.

Joe, it's about Max Nemo.

Yeah, I've already
talked to him, Peggy.

Did he call back with something?

No.

Art Malcolm called
from his workshop.

They found your
card on his body.

Body?! What happened?

A fire.

The whole place
went up in smoke.

Yeah, thanks, Peg.

Art...

what happened?

According to the lab boys,

it could have been a cigarette.

That old nitrate film
goes up like a bomb.

Nemo made it out to
here, but he'd had it.

Smoke inhalation.

You didn't find any
marks on the body?

No sign of a struggle?

No marks, no
struggle, no surprises.

Which brings me
around to you, Joe.

We did find one of
your business cards.

I didn't know you
were an old movie buff.

Isn't everyone?

I was just here looking
at some old films.

Sure. You do that all
the time, don't you, Joe?

Yeah.

Have you got a client?

Well, I suppose
you could say that.

Could you say what your client's
name is, just for the record?

Sorry, Art, but there's
one thing I can tell you.

Even if Max Nemo did
die of smoke inhalation,

I don't think he
started the fire.

How come?

Well, he may have
been eccentric,

but films were his whole life.

He wouldn't let a firefly
within 50 yards of this place.

You mean somebody
did this to cover a murder?

That's exactly what I think.

Mannix.

Joe, I think I've got a
lead on Mark Baxter.

Down on Los Angeles Street,
the Voice of God Mission.

Excuse me... can you tell
where I can find the manager?

Hmm. No manager.

Well, who's in charge?

Nobody.

Nothing to be in charge of.

Well, uh...

maybe you can help me.

Can't even help myself.

Otherwise, I wouldn't
be here, would I?

I'm looking for a man
named Mark Baxter.

Wrong neighborhood.

Nobody here's got a name.

Yeah... well, look, uh, if
you do happen to see him,

uh, would you ask
him to give me a call?

That's Mark... Baxter.

Tell him I'm a friend
of Victoria Page.

Mister?

Yeah?

Did you say Victoria Page?

That's right.

Do you know where Baxter is?

You're talking to him.

I'm afraid I can't offer you
anything in the way of a drink.

Our, uh, benefactors

don't exactly encourage us
to observe the happy hour.

Some other time.

Yeah.

Doctor even warned me

that one more drink might, uh...

cause this room
to have a vacancy...

for a live man.

So you want to know
about Vicki and me, huh?

Well, I guess you heard
that we were married.

Of course, it was as
brief as a two-reel short,

but we were married.

'Cause I know, uh...

I understand it broke up

during the making of
The Deadly Madonna.

Yeah... the making,
but not the finishing.

She's had a rough time
this past year, Mr. Baxter.

What, you mean that
second husband of hers,

that... that author?

I read about that in the papers.

By the way, I also
talked to Hal Seagrave.

Seagrave.

Boy, I'm sure that he told you

the whole sad story
about us, didn't he?

How Vicki deserted me in the...

in the middle of my masterpiece,

and then left me a
hopeless alcoholic.

Something like that.

Yeah.

Well, he's made a whole
career out of ignoring the truth.

And the truth is...

The...

The truth is,

I wouldn't have finished
The Deadly Madonna

even if the money
hadn't run out.

I'd lost my touch, Mr. Mannix.

All my... creative juices

were diluted by too
many years of booze.

I, uh, just...

didn't have it anymore.

And you, uh, have no
bitterness against Vicki Page?

Bitterness?

No.

Oh, no.

She's the greatest thing
that ever happened to me.

You have no idea how...

how often she helped me...

with money and, uh,
hospitals and drying me out.

And bailing me out...

One jail after another.

She's a...

a remarkable woman.

Remarkable.

She just has one
unfortunate failing...

A predilection for
marrying the wrong man.

Seagrave told me that
he gave you a work print

of The Deadly Madonna.

Yeah.

What there was of it.

I used to keep
it right over there

until one night about, um,

two years ago, I was
drunk out of my head,

and I burned every last frame.

It was just taking up space...

shaking my dreams.

As far as you know,
uh... it was the only print?

Yeah.

Well, uh, thanks, Mr. Baxter.

I really appreciate your help.

Hey, look, um...

If you're going to see Vicki...

I'll see her tomorrow
at the studio.

Yeah, will... will
you tell her...?

Tell her...

Just... say hello from...

from an old friend.

Sure.

Janet, would you mind
skipping the rushes this noon

so you can check on
my wardrobe for Monday?

Okay, I'll look at them later.

See you on the set.

All right, dear.

Am I late, Lou?

No, Miss Page. Mr. Stack called.

He's tied up in a
story conference,

and you're to run without him.

- Okay. You can start any time.
- All right.

Scene 142, take one.

Action.

I don't know.

I told you a hundred
times, I don't know.

I don't know.

We came... We
came here as tourists.

I'm down here, Jonathan.

VICTORIA: It was sort of...

a second honeymoon.

You see, I haven't
been well, and my...

my husband thought
perhaps a... a trip...

We left the hotel...

Old girl's not
too bad, after all.

Crossing the square

when the shooting started.

We didn't know who...

No comment?

Oh, you have to believe me!

Hello, Mrs. Carstairs.

I'm sick... I'm sick...

It's nice to see you again.

Where... Where's my husband?

What have you
done to my husband?

No.

No! No more drugs. No!

Now, you have
to let me go now...

- No.
- Or I'll be late

for school. I'll be punished.

No!

Let me go!

VICTORIA: Let me go...!

Oh, Joe, am I glad to see you.

The phone has been
ringing like crazy.

Don't tell me... All
Art Malcolm, right?

I'm afraid so, Joe.

Yeah, well, what's got
him uptight this time?

Mark Baxter's dead.

Dead?!

The police found
your card in his pocket.

How'd he die?

Alcoholic poisoning.

When I left him,
he was bone dry.

They found an empty
whiskey bottle beside him.

You don't buy it, do you?

The two men who knew the
most about The Deadly Madonna

both dead within 24 hours.

Just too neat.

But Joe, they were strangers.

Outside of the film, what
did they have in common?

One thing...

My business card.

I've got a feeling
I've been used

as a bird dog to
track them down.

Oh, here's the afternoon mail.

Mm.

From Max Nemo.

It's postmarked Cole
Station, yesterday.

"Couldn't find a single
frame of Madonna,

"but here's a
draft of the script.

"The writer did better
than the director.

"He made it to the end.

Keep in touch, Max Nemo."

Why don't you go home, Peggy.

I'll fix you a drink.

No, that's all right.

I can do it myself.

In fact, I can do
it better myself.

Stronger elbow.

Good night, Joe.

Nurse?

Nurse, will you come in?

Vicki, what is it?

Wh-Where's the nurse?

Oh...

Oh she... She didn't arrive.

She didn't even call.

I phoned the service and they
said she was due here at 8:00.

That's all they knew.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you were asleep,
and I didn't want to worry you.

Now, look,

I'm right next door.

We'll manage.

I've been awake
off and on all night.

I keep hearing noises.

I know. I know.

I heard them, too.

It's just the wind.

Maybe if I took another pill...

Look, would you settle
for some hot chocolate?

I know it won't get
you to sleep as quickly,

but Dr. Banks would
rather you had it than a pill.

I guess you're right.

Are you sure you
don't mind, darling?

Oh, don't be silly.

I'll bring it up in a minute.

And I'll probably
find you asleep.

Janet! Janet!

Janet? Janet, quickly!

Janet!

Operator...

Operator, will you
get me... Will you...

Operator?

Janet!

Janet! Janet, I thought you...

Oh, Janet...

Darling, you shouldn't
be down here.

Janet, he... he
tried to k... kill me.

Oh, my God.

- Vicki, what's the matter?
- My God...!

Vicki, you've got to stop this.

Do you hear me?

You've got to get
hold of yourself

or you're going
to be terribly ill.

I... I know.

- Come on.
- I know, I know.

Here... here, drink this.

I'll stay with you.

I won't let you out of my sight.

But I... I saw him.

I really did see him.

Drink it while it's still warm.

All of it.

So there are no bad dreams.

There.

"P, P... Victoria Page"

Janet, look.

It's nothing to be
afraid of, darling.

It's only Allen.

Don't you recognize
your own husband?

Good evening, Vicki.

I...

It's impossible.

The car...

You were... you were
killed in the accident.

That makes me a very
live ghost then, doesn't it?

Thanks to your
enterprising sister.

Or should I say...

thanks to your enterprising
and enchanting sister.

I hated to do it, Vicki.

I really did at first.

You've always had it your way.

The fame, the money,

any man you wanted...

until this time.

And now it's my turn.

I'm going to live.

Why couldn't you have
just stayed a vegetable

in the sanitarium?

And then we would
have had it all...

The money, everything,
without having to go this far!

You see, the car accident was
supposed to drive you crazy,

and then everything
would come to us.

But, no...

the doctors had to cure you.

And then you were back here
and on your way up to the top again,

and then we had
to start all over!

O... Only, this time...

this time...

it's going to work.

But you can't get
away with this.

I'll tell the police.

I'll... I'll call them.

How?

Or haven't you
noticed the effect

that the drink's having on you?

They'll remember how
nervous you've been.

All that pressure.

No wonder you killed yourself.

Janet.

Don't bother with introductions.

I know who your friend is.

I also know why
you're still alive

after that fiery
accident in Italy.

Victoria?

Okay, Mannix...

drop it or I'll kill her.

- Allen...
- Shut up!

Is she expendable, too?

If necessary.

Sorry, baby.

Now drop it.

Oh!

Victoria?

Get an ambulance.

Joe, that night,

that impossible night...

what brought you to the house?

Well, there were two things:

One, a scene from
The Deadly Madonna

and the other, your
telephone was out of order.

What scene?

One that was never shot, or
you would've remembered it...

but Janet never forgot it.

You see, in this scene,

the heavy wanted to
kill the driver of a car

who had had a couple of drinks.

He placed a large
mirror on the road

so that the driver
saw his own headlights

coming at him full speed.

In order to avoid
a head-on crash,

he swerved and
went over the cliff.

Yes, but I wasn't driving.

Enter Allen Sands, author.

With a slight rewrite,
he was driving the car,

you were the passenger.

You saw the oncoming lights,

grabbed the wheel
and he lost control.

When you regained
consciousness, Janet told you

that Allen Sands had
been killed in the accident,

and you started blaming
yourself for his death.

And ended up in a sanitarium.

Once Janet and Sands
got back to America,

they had to make sure that
people like Nemo and Baxter

weren't around long
enough to put it all together.

Joe...

what will they do to Janet?

Well, that depends, Vicki.

I've got a hunch she's
going to try and prove

that Allen Sands
forced her into it.

Maybe she can.

She's already proved something
I never thought I'd believe.

What's that?

That she's the
actress in the family.

I might even say

she gave the
performance of my life.