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♪ ♪

NARRATOR: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them, which ain't easy,

'cause when they met, it was murder.

♪ ♪

[WHIMPERS]

♪ ♪

JONATHAN: How are you feeling?

How am I feeling?

How's your headache?

What headache?

What headache?

The headache you had 10 minutes ago

at the Butterfields' party.

I waited until you and Mr. Butterfield

shook hands on your deal.

After all...

You always said how much you hated their parties.

You really are very clever.

Aren't I?

But the most important thing of all...

is that I don't have a headache anymore.

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: Sweetheart.

JONATHAN: I don't think we'll need the key.

The door's already open.

[GASPS]

Oh, my God!

Oh, no.

Jonathan!

♪ ♪

Are you all right?

Yeah, I think so.

[GRUNTS]

We gotta find Max and Freeway.

[MAX GRUNTING]

Max?

[MUFFLED SPEAKING] Max!

Oh, Max.

Are you all right?

I got this.

Where's Freeway?

Up with the canned goods.

[FREEWAY WHIMPERING]

Oh, baby.

Oh, sweetheart.

Are you all right, baby?

The thief must have known about Freeway.

He had some treats all ready to keep him quiet.

Then it was a professional burglar.

You'd better check your jewelry.

[GASPS]

It's gone.

No, it isn't. It's in that plastic bag, like always.

The thief put it in the door

while he was looking for some ice for his drink.

JONATHAN: He wouldn't have looked good

in your necklace anyway, darling.

What's all this money doing here?

MAX: Oh.

I went to the track tonight.

I picked three races.

I left a winner.

Two hundred and eighty bucks.

I was counting it right here when the thief broke in.

A professional thief?

He wasn't even an amateur. The jewelry's here.

And what kind of a thief would leave cold cash lying around?

A wealthy one.

♪ ♪

[PANTING]

Some kind of lookout you are.

How could you miss the Harts' car pulling in?

A blond, blue-eyed officer of the law pulled over

and asked me what I was doing here.

I told him I was waiting for my wife.

And he bought that?

I'm not handcuffed, am I?

Yeah, well...

I've got some good news.

I think I found something.

You did?

Behind this old clock in the bar, in the living room.

But just when I found it, the Harts showed up.

Then you've got to get back inside the house.

Again? Me?

While you just sit out here, all comfy cozy,

making friends with the law,

you expect me to go in there and risk my neck?

That Harts' house is probably full of cops by now.

I've seen enough of the law for tonight.

You didn't leave any fingerprints behind,

did you?

No.

But I really had to tear the place up.

[CHUCKLES]

You never were Mr. Neat.

Oh, it's a shame.

They've got some fancy magazine coming over there

in a couple of days to photograph the house.

Really? Which magazine?

Oh, I don't know.

I was rifling through Mrs. Hart's desk

looking for keys or...

Or blueprints or something, you know. And...

And I found this... This letter from the magazine.

Think. Which magazine?

House and Gardens? House Beautiful?

Architectural Digest?

How should I know? I'm not an interior decorator.

Oh, uh... Ah, Calif...

Yeah, it had... It had "California" in the title.

California Homes.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Good boy.

Police or no police...

we are not only going to get back inside the Harts' house...

but by invitation.

[LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: Well, they certainly did a job on the desk.

They've mixed up all the bills.

Darling, did we pay the phone company?

[DIAL TONE BUZZES]

Yup.

Oh, no.

Is something missing?

[SIGHS]

Not missing. Forgotten.

California Homes magazine.

They're coming here in two days to photograph the house.

Outside and in.

Tsk.

Well... That's impossible.

With the place in this condition,

I'll just have to call and cancel.

What is California Homes?

Well, it's a very small, but very prestigious magazine.

Here. Read it.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

"We understand that your house

"was designed and built in the 1920's

"by Lawrence Freeman, the famous architect.

"We would very much like to feature your home

in an upcoming issue of our magazine."

Max, is there a telephone number on that?

Yeah.

Well, I'll call them in the morning, we'll cancel it.

MAX: Wait a minute. We can easily

get this place shipshape in time for the magazine.

Now you're talking, Max.

What are you going to do?

First thing in the morning,

I'm gonna call a maid service.

[CHUCKLES]

♪ ♪

[KNOCK]

MAN: Come in.

We're looking for the photographer

that's scheduled to shoot the Hart house.

That's me. John Dengler.

And you must be, uh, Mr. Hart.

Right.

Just wanted to ask you a couple questions.

Do you, uh, come alone, or is there a big crew?

They all ask me that. No big crew

is gonna come in and trek dirt on your carpeting.

It's just me.

So you... Ahem.

You've never met the Harts then, have you?

Sure I have.

Aren't you Mr. Hart?

Uh... Well, sure. R-right.

Shut up, Ronnie.

♪ ♪

Well, this correspondence ought to tell us the rest.

[PHONE RINGING]

It's for you.

Hello.

Mrs. Hart.

John Dengler from California Homes.

I hope I'm not calling too late.

No, no, it's not too late.

Mrs. Hart, my schedule says we're set for 9 a.m.

the day after tomorrow.

Just double-checking.

We can hardly wait to get started.

[YAWNING] 9 a.m.? I guess that's all right.

Good, see you at 9 then.

Bye-bye, Mrs. Hart.

Yeah, good night.

♪ ♪

Mr. H... is that in the exact center?

Yeah, it's perfect, Max.

And if you keep moving it around,

you're gonna wear a hole in the bar.

I want everything to be perfect for tomorrow.

It will be.

If I'd had known you were gonna get this excited

about the house being photographed,

I'd have done it before.

Darling... I have an idea.

Why don't we take that clock

and put it up there on the mantel?

Well, it's looked fine there

ever since it came with the house years ago.

Ah...

Max...

put it on the mantel, will you?

[CHUCKLES]

Hey.

There's a button back there.

Maybe it's a light switch.

I never noticed it before.

Nothing.

[CLANKING]

JENNIFER: What's this?

JENNIFER: Looks like a passageway.

Hey, Max...

Get some light, will you?

Right, Mr. H.

♪ ♪

JONATHAN: A stairway.

I wonder where that leads to.

Give me your hand.

JENNIFER: Be careful.

Max, give me your hand.

It's cold.

An empty room.

Looks like something the architect started...

and never finished.

A sealed-off empty room?

Doesn't make any sense.

Lawrence Freeman

was famous for utilizing every inch of space.

I wonder who we could ask about this?

Darling, didn't you say that Freeman died

a recluse in this house, leaving no apparent heirs?

I read his obituary in the Wall Street Journal.

It seems that old man Freeman

was some sort of a stock market wizard

back in the 1920's, huh.

Well...

most of his associates would be dead by now.

Maybe the brokerage house that handled his account

is still in business.

Yeah, that's an idea, Max.

We'll check that out.

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: So this is the fabled

Urban Pacific Gentlemen's Club.

I understand the food is exquisite.

Shall we go in?

Uh, our host said to wait for him outside.

Well, I hope this Mr. Janis has as much information

as he has good taste.

Well, he is the son of Freeman's broker.

If he can't help us, who can?

Mr. And Mrs. Hart?

Yes. Mr. Janis?

Yes, that's right. A pleasure to meet you both.

How do you do?

As I said when you phoned,

this is my neck of the woods.

So I insist, lunch is on me.

Shall we? Yeah.

♪ ♪

Hiya, Mr. Janis. Hello, Leo.

How are you doing today?

Fine. And give the Harts

a couple of dogs with the works.

Onions too, folks?

BOTH: Why not?

JANIS: After all these years,

somebody's asking after Lawrence Freeman.

Well, you see, Mr. Janis, uh,

we live in Lawrence Freeman's old house.

JENNIFER: Frankly, we're interested

in getting some information about the house,

as well as Mr. Freeman.

Well, I don't know very much about the house,

but as for Mr. Freeman,

in his last years... Here.

...the only time he appeared in public

was on a visit to the Sorbonne in Paris,

his alma mater.

Here you go. Thank you.

Shall we?

As I was saying, I recall... Thank you.

...my dad telling me that Mr. Freeman

was a very private man.

Bought everything on the market for cash.

Didn't want his name on a thing.

The less the IRS knew, the better.

That was before the days of the big tax bite, Mr. Hart.

So Mr. Freeman...

died a millionaire?

Nobody really knows.

When he died,

his portfolio of stocks and bonds was never found.

It vanished.

Maybe left in his vault at the bank?

Bank?

Lawrence Freeman wouldn't even trust a bank.

In those days, they went under.

Uh, it wasn't uncommon to put your faith in a mattress

or a cookie jar.

That's quite a mystery.

A man spends most of his life amassing a fortune

that vanishes after he dies.

He also built rooms that vanished after he died.

A room vanished?

I'm confused.

So are we.

Mr. Janis...

did your firm keep any files

from that far back?

Sorry, no.

So with no record of the transactions,

and the disappearance of the stocks and bonds,

I guess we've reached a dead end.

You might check with our Miss Cox in the file room.

I thought you said you didn't keep files that far back?

We don't keep files, but we keep Miss Cox.

She's a walking encyclopedia of my firm.

But I must warn you,

she tends to let her imagination get the best of her.

Oh, I must run.

I have an appointment at the office.

I'll tell Miss Cox to expect you.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Bye.

♪ ♪

He forgot to pay.

JENNIFER: Then you knew Lawrence Freeman

when he was a client at the firm?

Oh, yes.

I was a teenager when I started here.

Really?

Do you recall what kind of investments

Freeman had?

He bought bearer bonds.

Bearer bonds?

You mean, bonds with nobody's name on them,

payable only to the bearer...

instantly negotiable by whoever has them?

Exactly.

If those bonds were lost or stolen,

it's, uh, finders keepers.

I once, uh...

delivered some bonds to him personally.

Then you met him?

Up at the big house on Willow Pond Road.

Well, that's our house now.

Your house?

Well...

Just between us, have you seen it?

Seen what?

Back in the Great Depression,

when banks were failing,

there were rumors flying around this office

that old Freeman had a special vault

built in Switzerland and shipped over here.

A vault?

Like a big bank has.

And the talk was,

he constructed the house around the vault.

Well...

you were at the house.

Have you ever seen it?

No.

You live there now. Have you?

No.

You know something?

It occurs to me about those bonds...

that they could be completely worthless.

Suppose they're held in some

totally defunct company like, uh...

Atwater Kent radios or...

Packard automobiles.

Well...

the bonds I delivered to him were municipal bonds.

City bonds.

And frankly, they didn't seem

such a good investment back then.

City?

Why, it was nothing more than orange groves.

Now they call those orange groves

downtown Los Angeles.

Ida...

this theory of yours,

about the vault and the bonds...

have you discussed it with anyone else?

Probably.

I tend to go on a bit.

Most of the younger members of the firm

think I'm dotty from all the years

in this windowless file room.

We don't think you're dotty,

and, uh, we appreciate all the time you've given us.

Mrs. Cox? Mr. Barber?

Could you get the correspondence

on the McPartland account, please.

Right away, sir.

Oh, uh, Mr. Barber,

Jennifer and Jonathan Hart.

How do you do? Hi.

♪ ♪

Thanks, Ida. Nice meeting you.

JENNIFER: Nice meeting you.

Up-and-coming young man here.

Very polite. Holds the door open for me.

I have high hopes for him.

Thanks very much for all your help, Ida.

You've been very kind.

Bye-bye. You're welcome.

Ronnie.

What are you doing here?

I just saw the Harts...

in my file room, talking to Ida Cox.

What was she doing?

She was hardly giving them stock tips.

No, what had to bring the Harts to good old Ida

was Lawrence Freeman and the house.

I'm afraid the Harts know far too much already.

Well, if they saw you,

then you can't go into their house tomorrow

posing as a man from California Homes.

You'll have to go as the late Mr. Dengler.

[LAUGHS]

I don't know anything about photography.

Besides, with the Harts snooping around...

it's getting too risky.

Look, I am tired of helping people make millions

while I only get the commissions.

And I thought you were tired

of grease under your fingernails.

Are we still in this...

together?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

[CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS]

MAX: Come in, Mr. Dengler.

Right this way, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Dengler.

Mrs. Hart. How do you do?

This is my husband, Jonathan.

How do you do? A pleasure.

Ah, Mrs. Hart.

The, uh, letter of confirmation you sent me.

You should take a look at it.

Nowadays, we can't just open our house to anyone.

So we've learned.

Well...

I think I'll start in here first.

Oh, no.

Problem?

Yeah, I left all my flash bulbs back in my office.

Well, maybe we could send Max for them.

Oh, would you do that for me, please?

Certainly.

Oh, thank you.

Ah. Well...

If you don't mind, I'm gonna close those drapes.

Oh, sure.

Some people prefer natural lighting,

but, uh, inside, it tends to mess things up a bit.

Some people like it that way, though.

But I think you'll like this.

It tends to make it more intimate,

personal.

There. I think we're about ready.

JENNIFER: Max is on his way.

Good.

Well...

I think I'd like a shot of the two of you

right there in front of the antique clock

behind the bar.

Well, aren't you gonna wait for the flash bulbs?

No.

All I need for this shot is...

this.

Don't move.

All right, Mr. Hart. Out from behind the bar.

Move. Come on.

♪ ♪

Sorry.

We think you know too much about the house.

We think?

Who's "we"?

It's not important, Mr. Hart.

Max, your man, is gone. There'll be no witnesses.

Mrs. Hart, over by the fireplace.

Now!

Move.

Come on.

You too, Mr. Hart. Move.

Fire.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

Darling.

He's dead.

He's dead.

The problem is...

his partner's out there trying to get in here.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

JONATHAN: Yes, lieutenant.

I understand.

Thank you.

They just found the real Mr. Dengler

of California Homes.

Supposedly a victim

of hit-and-run.

Max, will you fix us some drinks.

Coming up.

Did they identify the man who tried to kill us?

Well, they're tracing him from the car

he left in the driveway, but so far, no luck.

What do they think we should do?

Well, the police think

that we should, after having two intruders in one week,

move into a hotel until they get to the bottom of this.

Oh, that's great.

If a man ain't safe in his own home,

he ain't safe nowhere.

They don't want us. They want our house.

You remember the phony Mr. Dengler

said that we knew too much

about our own house?

What if we proved him right?

Proved him right?

If there's one secret room in the house,

there could be two.

But we can't go tearing the place apart brick by brick.

No, but they put it together brick by brick.

And in order to do that, they had to have drawings.

Now, one of those drawings might show

a mystery room on it.

Darling, this house is 50 years old.

Where would we find the blueprints?

The city keeps records.

They do now,

but, uh, 50 years ago, it could be doubtful.

Mr. Janis said that before Freeman died,

he made a very rare public appearance

at his alma mater.

A recluse going to his alma mater

all the way to the Sorbonne in Paris?

He must have had a soft spot.

Original Lawrence Freeman blueprints

would have some historic value.

Maybe he gave them as a gift to the school.

Well, from what we know about him,

it had to be a tax write-off,

but I'll call the school and find out.

[DIALING]

Overseas operator, please.

Paris.

♪ ♪

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

It's for you.

Oh, great.

Hello.

[LOUDLY] Hello?

Oh, oui.

Allô!

J'attends.

It's the... The call.

They're returning it from Paris.

Allô. Oui.

Qui?

Ah, bon, bon. Merci. D'accord.

They're connecting me with Monsieur Bechet.

He's the curator of collections.

["LA MARSEILLAISE" PLAYING] [CAR HORN HONKS]

JENNIFER: Allô?

Monsieur Bechet?

Je m'appelle Jennifer Hart.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Mrs. Hart, I speak English fluently.

Oh, you do? Oh. Very good.

Uh, Mr. Bechet,

this is a matter of some urgency.

We live in the Lawrence Freeman house in Los Angeles.

Ah, yes. I know it well.

I mean, from the drawing we have.

You do?

Oh, well, that's wonderful.

That's exactly what I need.

Uh, do you think you could look at the drawing

and describe the house to me?

You want me to describe

your own house to you?

Uh... I know it sounds peculiar,

but believe me, it's very important.

I'll take out the blueprint.

One moment, please.

He's getting the blueprint.

Fifty million Frenchmen

are one night's sleep up on me.

Hello?

Uh, I have it in front of me.

You do?

All right, uh, do you see the living room?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Can you see a little room below the living room?

Uh... He calls it a hallway, Mrs. Hart.

He calls it a hallway.

Does it lead anywhere?

Uh, does it lead anywhere?

It connects, uh

by a doorway to the "green room."

The green room?

Are you sure of that?

Most definitely,

the green room.

Well, uh, thank you so much.

That's ex... All we need to know.

You're very, very kind, and we appreciate it very much.

Merci beaucoup. Au revoir.

Good night.

Bye-bye.

Well, the green room.

[CLEARS THROAT] Hm.

You going back to sleep

or you gonna join me in the green room?

Après vous.

Oh, I love it when you speak French.

♪ ♪

He said this was a door?

That's what he said.

There's no handles, no knobs.

Nothing.

You know, there must be a secret compartment down here.

Maybe.

Look at this.

A key.

[SQUEAKING, GRINDING]

I think I saw this on the late show.

Wow.

I guess you don't just go barging into the green room.

JONATHAN: That's certainly not going to work.

I've got an idea.

I'll be right back.

[ELECTRICAL DRILL WHIRRING]

Where'd you learn how to do that?

My roommate in college was a dentist.

[GRUNTING]

[DOOR RATTLING, KEY JINGLING]

Well...

will you look at this?

Every house should have one.

Oh, I get it.

The green room.

"Green" as in "money."

The architect's favorite color.

Very sentimental man.

Hm.

Dusty.

Darling...

[CLOSES DRAWER]

Look at these.

The bonds.

"Pay to the bearer."

Can you imagine the interest that's accrued

to these over the years?

Huh. Some orange groves.

Yeah, no wonder those thieves

were so anxious to kill us for them.

Well, we did the digging.

But you know who really found these?

Mm-hm. Ida Cox.

And you remember what she said?

Finders keepers.

Yeah, she was right all the time.

Well...

shall we surprise her?

Great idea.

IDA: Mr. Hart, I don't know if my boss

will let me have the rest of the day off.

But I'm dying to see the vault.

I'll try.

Ida...

you tell them

if they don't give you the day off,

you'll buy the joint.

Mr. Hart, what's come over you?

Why, I could lose my job.

I'll try and get there as soon as I can.

Goodbye.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yes?

What is it, Ida?

Mr. Barber. May I have the afternoon off?

Are you ill?

[CHUCKLING] Oh, no, Mr. Barber.

No, uh... Uh, I know I've mentioned this to you before...

and you probably think I'm a bit off the deep end,

but remember that vault I said

just had to be in the old Freeman house?

Yes.

It's there.

It exists.

Those nice people you met here, the Harts?

They live in the house.

They found it and want me to see it.

[SNICKERS]

Well, well, Ida, if you...

believe this tale,

why shouldn't I?

Take the rest of the day off.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, uh...

Cab fare out there could cost you a half day's pay.

Why don't you let me drive you.

You're such a gentleman.

Well, I may be a gentleman,

but I'll level with you.

If that vault contains the bonds

that you told me about...

the Harts might need a good broker to help sell them.

I'm not just going along for the ride.

I'm hoping to land a nice commission on the sale.

Mr. Barber...

I spotted you as an up-and-comer...

but, uh...

Mr. Barber, you're a devil.

[CHUCKLES]

Yes.

To make this sale...

I'll do just about anything.

♪ ♪

Well, here it is, Ida.

It's a fact. Not a fantasy.

Oh. Were the bonds here too?

JENNIFER: They certainly were.

Incredible.

You'll be so rich.

Mr. Hart, as I told Ida when we left the office,

I came along for more than just the ride.

Oh?

May I look at the bonds?

Of course. Take a look.

"Payable to the bearer."

Mr. and Mrs. Hart, if you'd like to sell these,

I'd be more than happy to handle the transaction.

For the standard commission?

Heh. Precisely.

Well, uh, we appreciate your candor, Mr. Barber,

but the, uh...

bonds aren't ours to sell.

They're not?

No.

Darling?

Ida...

if it weren't for you,

we never would have found

the bonds in the first place.

They belong to you.

But... I...

Oh.

Oh, you've been in that filing room too long, Ida.

Now you'll be able to afford to be on a vacation

as long as you want.

JENNIFER: And whenever you want to cash them in,

I'm sure Mr. Barber would be delighted

to handle the transaction.

Thank you, Mrs. Hart.

Ida...

I'll just put these inside my briefcase...

until we can find you...

your own vault.

Don't move.

Any of you.

Mr. Barber.

Well, darling,

it looks like we've found the other part of the team.

A good stockbroker always plays his hunches.

And in this case...

Ida's hunch was just...

too good to pass up.

What are you gonna do with us?

Do? Heh.

Absolutely nothing.

You wanted to find this vault so badly...

I'm just going to give you some time to enjoy it.

[CLANG]

♪ ♪

Max will be home before too long, and...

And he'll get us out of here.

It's all my fault.

Don't be silly.

We'll be out of here before you know it.

We're going to suffocate.

I don't think so, Ida. Not with all this dust in here.

There's gotta be air getting in here from someplace.

We can still breathe.

[CLAPS ONCE]

I feel so dizzy.

Sit down.

Are you all right?

I'm okay.

Really, it's... It's just all this excitement.

Ah. Don't worry about me.

Don't worry?

It's my heart. I'm on medication.

It's at home, and without it...

Well, we'll get you out somehow, Ida.

You remember what you told us about the architect?

You mean, his passion for privacy?

Exactly.

Now, there may be no air coming through that steel door...

but there's air coming in here from someplace.

You mean, like a back door?

The walls, the ceiling: solid steel.

Why don't you check out that wall over there.

See if any air is coming in.

♪ ♪

Oh.

You know, I seem to recall that...

in every Lawrence Freeman house,

he designed something unusual.

JONATHAN: Correct.

We're in it.

[FAINT HISSING]

Think I found something.

Get the key off that table.

[WIND BLOWING]

Look at that.

Let me check this out.

[FREEWAY BARKING]

I think I found something.

Come on.

Grab Ida's hand, and come this way.

Here, Freeway.

Go get it. Go!

Good boy, Freeway.

The Dodgers could use you at center field.

Now, prepare yourself for a long one.

JONATHAN [ECHOING]: Hey, my head!

[WHINES]

Who is that?

Who is that?

JONATHAN [ECHOING]: Max!

Hey, Max!

Help us, will you? We're down here in the well!

What are you doing down there?

Lower down the bucket, will you, and pull me up.

[BARKS]

Thanks, Max.

What were you doing down there? Making a wish?

I was looking all over the house for you people.

Oh, we haven't been all over the house.

We've been all under the house.

Help me lower this down and get the girls out.

Got it?

JENNIFER [ECHOING]: Got it!

Okay, hang on, Ida.

Hang on. Crank it.

[GRUNTS]

You all right, Ida?

Yeah.

Grab the rope and make a wish.

You got it, darling? JENNIFER: Got it!

Okay, hang on.

Crank it, Max.

[BARKS]

[GRUNTS]

Thanks, Max. You're a lifesaver.

Max, I want you to take Ida home.

Right away. She needs her medication.

Be a pleasure. Come on, Ida.

Oh, thanks, Max.

You and I are gonna check out a certain stockbroker.

Before he makes another killing in the market.

Come on.

[FREEWAY BARKING]

Theodore? Chris Barber here.

Fine, thanks.

Theodore, I've got some negotiable bonds

I'd like to sell.

Been in the family for decades, and I'd like to cash them in.

Thanks, Theodore.

I'll meet you on the stock-exchange floor

in 20 minutes?

Bye.

Mr. Hart.

It looks like a standoff.

How 'bout now?

Drop the gun, Mr. Hart.

Now.

She goes with me.

Don't make any moves, Mr. Hart.

Otherwise, I'll kill her.

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[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[HORN HONKS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[TRUCK HORN HONKING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[SCREECHING]

I'll watch him. Uh... Get the car.

JENNIFER: Oh, you're gonna have such a lovely trip.

Oh! Jonathan and I were there once.

It's beautiful.

Oh, must be. Tsk.

Oh, there's so many beautiful places to go to.

Oh, yes.

Rock climbing in the Yosemite.

[CHUCKLING] That must be fun.

More wine? [CHUCKLES]

Oh, yes, Max. Please.

Why don't you join us, Max. Oh, thank you.

Oh, well, this is interesting.

Look.

It's got all the rates here.

And, uh...

a tour leaves every Monday.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

By bus or...? Or limousine? Or what?

Oh, uh, I... I think it's by bus.

But... You know, I forgot about this.

MAX: Hart residence.

They have mineral baths there too.

IDA: Ahh.

Mr. H? It's a lady from American Homes magazine.

They're interested in photographing the house,

you, Mrs. H, Freeway and me.

No, no, no, no, Max. Tell them to forget it.

Excuse me.

[SOUTHERN ACCENT] Hi there.

We're rentin' the house from the Harts.

They're away in Africa for at least six months.

So if you wanna talk to them,

you're gonna have to wait till then.

Heh. No trouble at all.

Bye.

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Africa?

Africa.

That's a wonderful idea.

Snows of Kilimanjaro,

King Solomon's mines.

Oh, it would be fabulous. [CHUCKLES]

Me Tarzan.

But you,

you're bananas.

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