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Mrs. Carmichael disappeared in the middle of the night last night. That

haunted. Haunted tonight on Simon and Simon.

What we got here, you see, is a very disturbed woman. Which way was she

I'm going to kill you!

FBI? You never heard us say that. It's all connected to you in that night in

room 3502.

I came to look at the room.

If there is nothing weird about this room, why are we yelling at each other?

That's her. If I have to waste it.

I'm sorry, we'll pull up. It's the computer software convention.

Uh, could you suggest someplace else?

I'm afraid it's the same all over town, sir.

There might be something available on Oceanside or Cardiff.

How far is that?

About 40 miles.

I don't think I can make it another 40 miles.

We do have one room available, room 3502, but, uh... But what?

I don't think you'd like 3502.

Does it have a bed?

Of course. We'd like it.

Run.

I don't know, honey.

This place seems all right to me.

I'm sorry. I guess we could have done a little better if I'd made a reservation,

huh?

Forget it, honey.

The trip was a sweet idea.

It's not your fault if I'm still a little edgy.

I just want you to relax and get better.

I hate to see you hurting.

They told me somebody rented 3502, but I didn't believe it till I saw it.

Mr. and Mrs.

Carmichael, right? I'm Phoebe.

No, don't tell me. Wait, no, no, don't tell me.

Libra and Capricorn, am I right?

Well,

it was easy.

Auras are almost palpable.

I don't think I can handle this.

I mean, maybe we've got auras in Michigan, but at least people have a

not to mention it.

Where are you going?

Take a shower.

I'll be right back.

Honeymooners, huh?

Sort of.

We've been married two years.

It's kind of a second... Oh, I get it.

Good.

I'd hate to think of anyone spending their first in this room.

Why?

What's wrong with it? You don't know.

Oh, hey, I've only worked here a month and part -time at that, and I know all

about it.

Okay.

You and Phoebe have a real nice talk, did you, huh?

She told me some very interesting things.

What did she tell you?

I don't want to talk about it.

Do you want to sleep on that side?

What are you talking about? I always sleep on the left side.

Honey, stop and think about it for a minute now.

Who answers the phone when it rings at night?

And what side of the bed is the phone on at home?

You always have to be right, don't you?

All right, all my life I've slept on the right side of the bed and now I want to

sleep on the left. Any objections?

No.

Good morning.

Jody.

I'm Mr. Carmichael in 3502.

Did you happen to see my wife come down for breakfast this morning?

Your wife left the hotel about 4 a .m., sir.

What? Walked right past me like she was on some urgent mission. I remember I

asked did she want a cab.

She never turned to look at me.

I thought you knew.

50 seconds to go and counting.

Vogel gets...

Yes, operator, this is a third -party call to be billed to area code 619 -555

-8896.

Just a moment, please.

Yes, ma 'am, I'll hold. Thank you.

Hello? Rick Simon is billing a call... Oh, yes, ma 'am, that charge will be

fine. Thank you. Bye -bye.

Hi, Susie, I'm not waking you, am I, love?

Yeah, I know. It's a lousy connection. I'm having to use kind of alternate

equipment here. AJ put a lock on the telephone again.

Hang on, honey.

Hiya, neighbor. Que pasa?

Ooh, a little trouble with the TV reception, huh?

I can deal with having you guys for neighbors.

Did I say anything when that bomb went off in the canal two months ago?

No, you didn't. What about those two guys in gray suits who keep...

driving that car all over my lawn. Do I complain? No, you don't. Also, I didn't

get to thank you for the coffee and donuts during the hostage situation.

I'll get back to you, Susie, okay? Bye -bye.

Can't you organize your love life so you won't destroy the entire neighborhood's

communication with the outside world? Oh, geez, the Charger game. It's the

chance for a playoff berth. Here, be my guest. There you go.

Mr. Gorman, I'm just as sorry as I can be about this. I just... Mr.

Gorman? Mr. Gorman?

Listen, you know what I'd do if I were you? I'd really check in to get in the

cable. You know what I mean? That way you should... Hi, Mr. Gorman.

He had a little problem with his TV

set, and... If you are quite through antagonizing our neighbors, I would

like you to meet a new client.

Carmichael, this is my brother Rick. Hi, Bob.

Nice to meet you.

Jody's father passed away about five weeks ago.

And she had a kind of a breakdown.

So I suggested a vacation.

Change of scene.

And here we are.

Well, could anything have happened to upset her and to trigger another

breakdown?

No.

Had a little trouble getting a room.

And we had a stupid fight last night about absolutely nothing.

She's just tired from the trip, you know?

Good morning, Mr. Carmichael. Is everything okay in the room?

Not really.

Oh, wait, the maid.

Phoebe! She talked to my wife last night while I was in the shower.

Phoebe? Yes, Mr. Carmichael?

Did you talk to Mrs. Carmichael last night?

Well... What'd you talk about?

It's all right, Phoebe.

These men are private detectives.

Mrs. Carmichael disappeared in the middle of the night last night. Oh.

Hi.

I bet you're really good detectives.

Gemini and Pisces. Very observant.

Uh -huh.

I'm not a Pisces.

Did you talk to her?

Of course I did. I'm Aries.

We never hold anything back.

What was it you didn't hold back?

About the room.

It's haunted.

Haunted? It... haunted?

A couple of years back.

A woman named Rosalind Martin checked into that room.

At six o 'clock in the morning, she started screaming about her husband

murdered. By the time they got into the room, she'd slit her wrists.

And you told my wife that?

I told her the truth.

That room is haunted.

I mean, nobody's had a decent night's sleep in there since it happened.

I mean, the management doesn't necessarily go around advertising that

a haunted room, but they're certainly never in any rush to rent it. Not that

there are a lot of folks wanting it, but, I mean, once the word got around...

Oh, uh, um, listen, you guys aren't going to tell the night manager, um,

what I said, are you? I mean, they don't like me to... Well, he'd probably just

say I was a blabbermouth.

Well, he'd probably say anything.

Don't worry. We won't tell him.

I won't either.

I don't want to get you in trouble, Phoebe.

I just want to get my wife back.

I thought of her alone in a strange city.

She's so innocent.

We've got to do the job.

I'll take it.

Not so fast.

We'll have to fill out this form first. You can pick up your piece in 15 days.

15 days?

Why? It's the law.

The state has to have time to check you out, see if you have some kind of felony

record. I can't wait 15 days.

Then I can't sell you the gun.

Hey, miss.

What? You want to buy a gun fast?

Yeah.

20 bucks will get you a name.

What are you looking for?

Ectoplasm? Say what?

Ectoplasm. You know, the stuff that ghosts are made out of? The stuff that's

under the sheets?

I mean, you don't buy this haunted room garbage, do you?

There's something funny about this room, though.

Well, what are you looking for? You could help.

Well, I can't help if you don't tell me what it is you're looking for. Fine. Try

this. Now, here's Jody. According to the husband, this young innocent from

Ishpeming, Michigan, I mean, she probably had a beer on grad night,

Probably doesn't even smoke tobacco.

What are you getting at?

Now, Phoebe comes up.

Gets her all upset. She wakes up in the middle of the night. Now, let's suppose

that the last tenant in this place left something just a tad illegal here,

right? Now, Jody gets up and I don't know why, but she smokes it or she

it or snorts it. Is that real enough for you? No, it's the most ridiculous thing

I've ever heard in my life. Did you find a stash? No, I didn't find a stash, but

there's something else here. What? Make it good. If there is nothing weird about

this room, why are we yelling at each other for no good reason?

Hi, how you doing?

I'm looking for Mr. Fortune.

Ah, good.

The approach.

You can tell a lot about the person from his approach.

Are you interested in some ice cream?

No, I'm interested in a gun.

Oh, weapon, please.

It's a good word. Descended from the Norse vapen.

God, those Norsemen sure had a lot of hair.

Oh,

how did you get my name?

A guy outside a pawn shop on West 15th.

Uh -huh.

And, uh, how do I know that you're sincere in this?

Well, the time was you could tell a cop by the smell of his loafers, but no more

insincerity. Artifice.

I'm not a cop, for God's sake.

All I want is a damn gun.

Why should that be so hard?

Look, I've got 200 in cash.

What'll it get me?

You're in luck.

We're having a sale.

What do you recommend?

Well, it's not often I get to give consumer advice.

Here, here, take the Enfield.

I think you'll be amused by its pretension.

Thanks. Oh, and by the way, my dear, I'd advise you to keep the weapon in one

place and the ammo close by. That way, if you have to protect your house... I'm

not interested in protecting my house.

I have other plans.

Hi, Mrs. Mitchell.

I'm A .J. Simon. This is my brother, Rick. We spoke to you on the phone,

remember? Oh, yes, of course. How are you?

Hello, Rick.

Why don't you come inside? Do you mind helping me with these plants? Oh, no,

no. Here.

Thank you.

You said that I was the last person to stay in room 3502? Yes, ma 'am. Until

last night.

But my husband and I stayed there over eight months ago.

The, uh, the Dell that... Thank you. The Dell doesn't normally rent that room.

Well, I can certainly understand why.

There's something very disturbing about room 3502.

First night we were there, I had the worst nightmares I've ever had in my

life. I can't even remember what I dreamt about.

It's just that I know I was scared half to death.

And my husband, he had exactly the same experience.

So in the middle of the night, we just packed up our bags and got the hell out

of that room.

Is it possible that you might have... Well, that you might have left, uh...

Say some medicine?

Oh, you mean stash.

Yes, ma 'am.

Look, I certainly don't need anything artificial to enhance my life.

But if I did, I sure wouldn't leave it in some hotel room.

Told you it was a dumb question.

But that room was a totally different kind of trip.

If I didn't know better, I would swear... Swear what, Mrs. Mitchell?

That that room was haunted.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me where the Rafelson chemical building is?

Yeah, I can do better than that, sugar.

I'm going right past there. Can I give you a lift?

Come on, I don't bite.

Not right off, anyway.

My name is Wayne.

I'm Rosalind. Yeah? I bet all your friends call you Rosie, huh?

I don't know.

Yeah, right.

Uh, so, is that a wedding ring I see there?

My husband's dead.

Oh, hey, I'm real sorry to hear that.

Hey, you know who you look like?

That TV actress with her own series, huh? You know who I mean.

No, the only TV I've been watching are the Watergate hearings.

The Watergate hearings?

I think it's disgraceful that a president of the United States should be

involved in that way.

I hope they impeach him, don't you?

Jerk. Man, I'll tell you, all this hotel often brings back a lot of memories.

The Hotel Dunbar. Now, there's a class joint.

You know, we spend hours in the linen room on the third floor waiting for some

wandering husband to show what is too lot of bimbo. Man, I'll tell you all

this... Myron, please just get to the point. Relax, will you? I told you, I'd

find her.

You found her? Well, I found her trail anyway.

AJ, I just tell you all the time, it's a question of a little experience. I

know, I know. Myron, please.

Okay, okay.

A woman matching your wife's description checked into the Dunbar about 4 .30 in

the morning.

Registers under a phony name.

What name?

Martin.

Rosalind Martin.

Rosalind Martin? That's the woman that Phoebe said committed suicide.

Yep, it sure is.

Well, the clerk at the Dunbar said she checked out about 8 o 'clock this

morning. Said she was asking about the nearest place she could buy a gun.

May I help you?

I'd like to see Mr. Rafelson.

I'm sorry, but Mr. Rafelson is in conference. He can't be disturbed.

Oh, wait.

He won't be able to see you without an appointment.

He'll see me.

Would you care to give me your name?

No.

God's pawn shop said he saw some sleaze giving her your name.

No, I never saw this woman.

I run a legitimate business here. Do you want some ice cream? Very.

You and I go back a long way, right?

Yeah. Yeah, long ways. Yeah.

And you know how I feel about your legitimate business, don't you?

Well, what we got here, you see, is a very disturbed woman who probably could

herself a great deal of harm.

Now, I know that you didn't see her.

And you didn't sell her a gun, but tell me something now.

How? Which way was she headed when she left?

The same direction as your cigar.

Uh -huh. Yeah, on foot, about an hour ago.

Good to see you again.

Better split up. Chances are she's wandering around the streets in a day.

It's a gun.

Look, why don't you have Myron and Bob cruise the area downtown from A Street

F? You go west, I'll go east. Roger.

Wait! You can't go in there!

We can bring it up there.

What's going on here? Who is this? I'm sorry.

I'll get security.

Stop it.

Don't pretend you don't know who I am.

I'll get right back to you.

I'm sorry. Have we met someplace?

Only at my husband's funeral.

The man you killed.

Now, really, I don't know who you are, but... Why are you playing this stupid

game?

I'm Rosalind Martin, and you know it.

You know more Rosalind Martin than I am.

I've never seen you before in my life. You killed Frank.

You killed the only man I've ever loved.

And now I'm going to kill you.

Wait, what's going on here?

Stop that woman.

I'll call the police. No, no cops.

Everybody out of here except Jerry.

Leave?

Who was that woman?

Somebody who knows about Frank Martin.

Blackmail?

Probably.

Damn it!

It's the worst possible time to bring up the Martin thing.

This could delay Paseo Verde for years.

As well as sending both of us to prison.

Yeah Okay,

I Want you to

find that woman and I want you to kill her

Hey, hey, hey, hold it, hold it. I'm a friend.

Hey, Bob sent me.

Bob sent me. It's all right.

Bob? Yeah.

Where's Bob?

Well, he wants me to take you to him.

Oh, thank God.

No, don't do that.

That's her.

Who's the guy?

I don't know, but if he gets in the way, hey.

Don't tell me my business, okay? I know what has to be done.

If I have to waste it, it won't cost you that much extra.

Yeah, okay.

Doctor says that mark on your face looks like somebody, you know, smacked you.

I have no idea who could have hit me.

From the minute she left the hotel until you guys brought her in here, she

remembers absolutely nothing.

Do you recall using the name Rosalind Martin?

No. Mrs. Carmichael, are you aware that you bought a gun?

A gun?

Well, that's got to be a mistake.

Jody is terrified of guns.

Oh.

We'll see you later. Mr. Carmichael, you get some rest, okay?

I'll be right back. I'm going to say goodbye to him, honey.

I tell you, once that doctor says she's all right to travel, I'm taking her back

home to Michigan.

You don't want to find out what happened?

You bet I do.

But not at the further risk to her health.

Jody... Jody had a terrible experience before she came out here.

And now this.

I'm not ashamed to tell you guys, this whole thing's got me scared to death.

Oh, well, I can understand that.

Anyway, this should cover your fee and expenses and a little something extra

the fabulous job you did of getting her back so fast.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

We'll, uh...

We'll call before we leave, huh? Please do.

Absolutely bizarre.

Tell me about it.

A woman stays in a room supposed to be haunted and wanders off in the middle of

the night. She's all beat up.

What?

You see that?

See what?

That orderly just passed us.

Yeah, what about it?

It's wearing grassy loafers.

Wow. New ones.

What are grassy loafers?

About $500 a pair.

Hey, fella, wait up.

What happened?

That fire extinguisher down there, it just blew up all by itself. Just boom.

So why don't you guys call the cops?

Because, Myron, we've got a client who cannot account for 15 hours of her life,

who has probably bought an illegal weapon, who is too upset to talk to

much less the police. That's why.

Look, right now we've got a hospital security guard on the door. We had to

him a song and dance. And he's leaving in 10 minutes. So I inherit the job.

look, the woman's life is in danger, Myron. Don't you think that's just a

bit more important than going to the racetrack? All right, all right, I'll do

it, but you guys got to do me a favor.

You got to get a hold of Crazy Louie and get me down for 20 to win on Bone

Crusher and a third. You think you can get that straight? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, now you want us to call Bone Crusher.

You want $3 on the nose for Crazy Louie, 20th race, right?

Perfect. Perfect.

Now, wait a minute. Yeah.

Tomorrow morning when they release the woman from the hospital, you going to

send her right on home? Not exactly.

We thought we'd keep her here.

You know, under wraps, until this whole mess is cleared up. Yeah, we got a safe

house picked out for you and everything.

Now, you guys used my place the last time. Hey, hey, now come on. Now, look,

Myron. It's the best safe house we've got. It's the only safe house we've got.

Well, with some crazy afternoon with a cannon, the price just went up. Fifty.

Yeah, yeah.

Fifty bucks a day, plus the food, plus a prorated share of the rent. Now, wait.

Okay. Fine. And this time, you guys explain the rules.

They can have anything they want in their fridge.

Except the frozen chocolate bars. Yeah, okay, okay. They're mine.

Okay?

Booze is definitely off limits. Okay, okay. In the morning, no flushing before

nine. No toothpaste in the sink. All right. And no long -distance phone

All right, you'll check back with me in about an hour, okay? Wait a minute.

What? If this was my case... You'd have been fired yesterday. Come on, let's go.

Bone crusher! I'll give him a call.

Bone crusher!

Phoebe, tell us again what you guys talked about that night. Well, I told

what I said to Mrs.

Carmichael.

Everything you said?

Now, come on.

You're an Aries. Aries don't hold anything back.

Well, not quite.

I mean, you looked at me like I was nuts anyway, so I figured why bother?

Bother.

I heard this story from my friend Lucy, who was nightmaid at the time.

Lucy found the Martin woman in the bathtub.

She called for help and tried to give first aid, but she couldn't. The Martin

woman was hysterical, blaming some man named Rafelson for the death of her

husband. The Martin woman wanted Lucy to go and get revenge for her. She wanted

Lucy to go down to the Rafelson chemical building, where her husband used to

work, and wipe this guy out for her.

And then the paramedics came and took the Martin woman away.

Heck of a story to tell somebody just had a nervous breakdown.

Look. Please don't tell anybody at the hotel that I'm talking about this, okay?

I'm in enough trouble already.

Oh?

Well, it's no big deal. I mean... Well, well... I lied about some

references to get this job.

I've never worked as a maid before.

We might have an idea as to where Jerry went.

It's pretty thin.

That's all we got.

You know something, AJ?

We ought to start keeping track of this.

I mean, I wonder just how many of these black bag jobs like this we've done in

office.

Well, I'm really glad you brought that up, Rick. I mean, now I can die happy.

He's supposed to be going with the job at hand. No, no, wait a minute. We might

be missing some sort of an anniversary here.

If this were like number 500, say, it'd be time for the hats and the horns.

What?

Boy. Ooh.

I don't know what kind of a party they had here.

Looks like a real shoot -em -up, huh?

Glad I'm not the guest of honor.

Here we go.

What? I've got Frank Martin's employment history here.

Well, don't keep it to yourself.

According to this...

He specialized in waste management.

As in industrial waste?

Chemical waste, nothing more specific.

Take a look. What's interesting is that somebody has done a lot of extra

secretarial work on it.

A lot of whiting out here.

Take a look at this.

I learned how to read backwards when I used that little pocket mirror to copy

Sherry Levinson's test answers in fourth grade.

Yeah, I remember that.

That was the test where you said the capital of France was Syrap.

Supervisor Haseo Verde Development.

Haseo Verde is some land that Ripson is developing as a real estate project.

Yeah, but nine years ago, that same land was under the supervision of a waste

disposal engineer.

What the hell are you doing here this late?

Oh, jeez.

Oh, jeez. I told you we were going to get caught.

What?

I told you we shouldn't have had the beers.

We'd be late.

Uh, mister, I'm real sorry. Uh, this is our first week on the job, and we...

It won't happen again. We promise that. Would you give us a break, please?

All right. Just get out of here right now. Oh, geez. Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah. On our way.

This is Cleve.

Those two detectives that your thug said were hired by the Carmichaels, one of

them blonde, the other one got a mustache.

All right. You tell that hired thug of yours to stay very, very close to those

two because I think they're going to lead us to what we've been looking for.

Uh -huh.

Okay.

Thank you very much, Al. Hey, listen, Al.

You put Rick down for two tickets to that policeman's talent show of yours,

okay? Because you know how much he likes that.

Right.

Thank you very much. Thank you. Bye -bye.

Okay, now three weeks before... Oh, come on. Hey, you know you've got to keep

these guys happy. Come on.

Come on.

Now, three weeks before Rosalind Martin committed suicide, her husband, named

Frank, was killed in an automobile accident over in Spring Valley. Now, the

police suspected homicide.

But they couldn't make a case.

Official cause of death, vehicular accident.

So maybe Frank Martin got off because he tumbled to some sort of shady dealings

over at Rafelson Chemical.

You got it. Something like a little real estate project called Paseo Verde. A

project that Rafelson didn't want anybody to know that Frank was involved

when Judy shows up calling herself Rosalind Martin, everybody gets very

Upset enough to want to have her killed.

Yeah. And us too if we get in the way.

What do you say we get in the way?

Okay.

Where are we going to start getting in the way?

Well, Frank and Rosalind Martin used to have a house at One Point Loma.

We'll go over there and see if there's any next of kin living there.

Want to call first or just kind of casually, you know, drop by? Let's just

casually drop by.

Yes? Hi.

I'm A .J. Simon. This is my brother Rick. Hi. We're private investigators.

Just what are you investigating?

Well, the people who used to live here were investigating the deaths of Frank

Martin and his wife Rosalind.

Wrong. Wrong.

Wrong? Rosalind Martin isn't dead.

Not even close.

What makes you say that?

Because I'm Rosalind Martin.

I can certainly understand your surprise.

At my being alive, that is.

If all the maid told you was I cut my wrists.

I mean, people who usually do that intend to die.

I know I did.

I just didn't do a very good job.

Or maybe the people at the emergency hospital did a better one.

But anyway, here I am.

That night.

That night, you were shouting something about your husband being murdered.

I don't want to talk about it.

It's taken me years of expensive psychotherapy to get over the hate and

misunderstandings. I won't have it stirred up all over again.

Well, we can understand that, but right now there's another woman in a hospital

with people trying to kill her.

And maybe us.

The only thing we're sure of is that it's all connected to you and that night

room 3502.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, but please, why did you think your husband

had been murdered?

Because he died in a one -car accident, and he was a very careful driver.

You accused a man named Rafelson.

Did you have any proof that he did it?

I'm sorry.

I can't go on like this.

It all comes rushing back, all the silly suspicions, all the nightmares.

Rafelson did it.

If you want to know more, go talk to George Dreyfuss. He believed me for a

while, and then he stopped.

Please, go now, please.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Yes? We're investigators. We'd like a moment of your time.

Investigators?

You mean FBI?

We didn't say that. You never heard us say that.

Oh.

Of course.

Well, come in. Thank you.

Hmm.

What?

I think the guy's okay.

You want to talk, fella?

Well, sure. About what?

Paseo Verde.

And Frank Martin? And Cleve Rafelson?

Could I see some ID?

Look, we already know about the car crash that killed Frank Martin.

You don't really want to obstruct a murder investigation, do you? I didn't

anything to do with that.

Then I suggest you talk.

All right.

Frank and I worked for Cleve Rafelson.

We built Paseo Verde.

It was a chemical waste disposal site. We're aware of that.

Then the new highway came in, and the land got to be real valuable.

A couple of years ago, Rafelson filed plans to build homes in Paseo Verde.

On top of dangerous chemical wastes? No, no. At the other end of Paseo Verde.

Miles away.

At least that's what he said.

Did you have any reason not to believe him?

Well, Frank was pretty sure those homes were going to be where our dump site had

been. I thought so, too.

Cleve told us we were wrong.

We checked it out on the official maps.

And? And Cleve was right.

Those homes were going to be miles from the dump site, but Frank wouldn't leave

it alone.

He figured that map was a forgery.

I think he found the real map and confronted Rafelson with it, and

killed him.

Do you have any proof of that?

No.

And I stopped trying to prove it when Frank was killed.

I mean, I got the message, if you know what I mean.

But I'll tell you one thing.

Frank was a careful man.

Before he took that map to Rafelson, he'd have copied it and stashed it

somewhere, just in case he'd get my meaning.

So have you talked to his wife?

We will.

Mr. Drapus?

The government appreciates this.

We'll be in touch.

No. There were no maps in this house.

Or in his safe deposit box.

Or in his office.

I went through everything.

Behind everything, inside everything.

Remember, I was looking for clues to support my crazy theory.

Maybe it wasn't so crazy.

Did, um...

Do you have a summer home or a vacation house?

No. You're talking about land survey maps, aren't you? Yeah, yeah.

Well, there's probably a harbor chart on our boat.

Boat? Do you still have the boat?

I always will.

It's funny. The day before Frank's accident, he told me, Roz, if anything

happens, don't sell the boat.

Keep it and go fishing.

It was very strange.

Why was that strange?

Well, we weren't fishermen, either of us.

I think he just meant hang on to it, have a good time, go on with your life.

Could be.

Where is the boat?

Fairhaven Marina, slip nine.

Only taken her out a couple of times, but never fishing.

Maybe I will someday.

tear this tub down to the waterline.

We won't.

Remember, he told his wife he was going fishing?

Yeah, but that doesn't have to mean anything.

I mean, I've known guys hung a sign on their office door that said, gone

doesn't mean anything. It means they're gone. They're not there. That's all.

Yes, but this was a man whose life was in danger. He was trying to leave his

wife a message.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What? Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Think it might be laminated in the rod there?

Probably.

I might try this first.

Oh, yeah, the old map and the fishing reel bit.

He had to make a copy. He could have made a small copy.

Uh -huh. Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Okay. Oh, look, look, look.

George, I think we got it.

I think we'll take it.

Would you say, I think we'll take it?

Hi, guys.

You probably want us to come out there, right? Give up. Yeah. Okay, here you go.

You get the map. Okay, here we come.

I want to know what happened.

I want to know why.

Well, that's why we asked Dr. Hammond to come along. I thought you might be able

to answer some of those questions. Dr. Hammond is a clinical psychologist.

Oh, I'm not here to examine you. I came to look at the room.

And I think I have a possible explanation.

Color.

Color? Color can have powerful effects on people.

Uneasiness, irritability, unusual behavior.

In your case, it's even possible that it triggered a suicide attempt.

I tried to kill myself because they wouldn't believe my husband was

Not because of the color of the room.

But it is possible that in another room you wouldn't have taken it that far.

And you, Jody, people are very susceptible to suggestion.

They believe a place is haunted if somebody says it's haunted.

And you were so vulnerable.

You'd recently lost your father.

Am I right in assuming that he wasn't very old?

He was 53.

Didn't you feel it was unfair that he died at such an early age?

It was unfair.

It was damned unfair.

I was cheated out of my time with him.

And then the maid told you a story about another woman who was cheated in a very

similar way.

By the way, where is the maid?

She got fired.

Well, it's okay, though. She said the moon had already gone into Libra, so

time for a change.

Well.

Can you think of a better explanation?

No, I can't.

Thank you.

And thank you.

Well,

we're going to miss our plane.

And I'm going to miss my seminar.

Thank you very much, Dr. Hammond. Appreciate it. Thanks for everything,

Twilight Zone. I don't buy it.

It's the only explanation we've got.

Do you believe all that stuff about color?

I mean, I like the colors in here.

Well, on the other hand, what do you know about color?

I mean, this morning you put on one blue sock and one brown sock.

Well, with boots it doesn't matter a lot now, does it? Well, it does matter.

What, you got x -ray vision?

No, it's the principle of the thing. That's what matters.

Hey, hey, hey, hold it, hold it. What? We're doing it again. Doing what? We're

arguing. Of course we're arguing. You just insulted me. You insulted me. We're

going to have an argument. No, DJ, listen to Dr. Hammond. She has written

books on this very subject. Last night I read a book about a giant snake that

ate Atlantic City. Now, does that make it true? That was a comic book. You're

right. We're doing it again.

Not so fast.