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[Ominous music playing]

[Tires squeal]

[Tires squeal]

[Tires squeal]

Aah! Oh!

Oh! Aah!

[Grunting]

[Groans]

How do you feel?

I'm Dr. Berkus,
marin county hospital,

and you are one very
lucky woman, Mrs. Merrick.

I wish I could say
the same for your husband.

No.

No.

We're doing
everything we can,

but you have
to understand

he went all the way down
in that car.

He's in a deep coma.

[Shatters]

[Echoing shouts]

Woman: Honey...

It's me, darling.

It's Judith.

Who?

It's me...

Judith.

[Tires screech]

[Shatters]

Dr. Berkus: We call that
psychogenic amnesia.

The patient doesn't know
his name, his family,

his personal history.
Everything else,

he remembers--the year,
who's president,

he can drive a car.

He can function
professionally,

but anything personal
is out of reach.

For how long?

Could be...A week.

I'm going to have
to be honest.

It could also
be permanent.

[Surgeons speaking
indistinctly]

[Buzzing]

Judith: Mexico.
Cabo San Lucas--

our vacation with Jeb
and Jenny last year.

[Sobs]

Oh, darling, don't.

I'm so afraid.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

You're alive.

And you're not alone.

I'll always be with you.

Always.

[Surgeons speaking
indistinctly]

Judith: Do you know
who they are?

Sure. You told me.
That's Jeb and Jenny Scott.

She's kind of attractive.

Oh, yeah. She also
writes horoscopes

and reads palms.

I take it she's not an active
part of the business.

Her contribution

to merrick-Scott
development

is to spend
Jeb's money so fast

it keeps him
hustling.

Hustling?

He's a real killer.
Remember, I told you...

It hurts. It hurts!

You know
the therapist said

you have to do this.

Oh!

♪ Nights in white satin

♪ never reaching
the end... ♪

They had this
on the jukebox

in that funky little
bar in Mexico.

You put it on
so many times,

some drunk offered
us 10,000 pesos

to give it a rest.

Did we accept?

10,000 pesos
is only $5.00.

We were insulted.
[Laughs]

Dan, should I tell you

what I want
more than anything?

When we're through here,

I want
to go back to Mexico.

Jeb can ride out
the Marina development.

That's his baby anyway.
And besides,

he owes you, Dan.

We need time together.

Alone.

Sounds ok to me.
Ohh.

After I get back
to San Francisco,

find out where I live,
where I work. Ohh.

Mexico.

Shall I tell you what
we used to do there

on that beach at night?

Shall I tell you?

Shall I?

Yes.

♪ With these eyes before

♪ just what the truth is

♪ I can't say anymore

♪ 'cause I love you

♪ yes, I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh

♪ 'cause I love you

♪ yes, I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh, how I love you

♪ oh

[laughs]

Judith: Remember?

Dan: Yes. Yes, I do.

That's the Transamerica
building, right?

Right, and on
the 36th floor,

merrick-Scott
development.

[Music playing]

Dan: Oh, wow.

[Laughs]

Hey, I know this place.

You really remember?

Well, I don't know,

but I could swear
I've been here before.

Don't say anything.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Oh, hi, Jeb.

No. We just got back.

Oh, he's fine.

He's a little tired.

Well...

Thanks, Jeb,
but you know,

we just want to lie low
for the first few days.

That would be great.

No. I promise.

Ok.

Well,
maybe next weekend.

Ok.

Love to Jenny. Bye.

[Shatters]

[Heavy breathing]

Dan!

Stop! No! Dan!

Darling,
I'm here to help.

Easy.

We were warned
this might happen.

Remember, we're a team.

We'll face this
together.

There's something
about this room.

These mirrors
just make me crazy.

I'm so sorry.

If something here
upsets you,

let's just go away.

We'll leave tonight
if you want to.

I don't want to go.

Whatever you want.

Careful.

Jesus.

Where'd you get
thrown out?

I don't know.

Up there somewhere.

I was, uh,
pretty smashed, huh?

Well, Jeb's idea
of playing host

is soak the guests.

He did everything but
pour it over our heads.

So...

Happy new year.

Ha ha ha.

You know what I like
about amnesia?

What?

Well, after 7 years
of marriage,

I get to fall in love
with you all over again.

Oh, Dan.

I mean it.

Hey, was I always
this sentimental?

No,

but don't stop.

[Telephone rings]

No.

Hello?

Hi.
Oh, Jenny.

Is something wrong?

No. I was just running
for the phone.

How's Dan? Is he ok? Yes.

Really?
Everything's fine?

Yes. Dan's getting back
to his old routines.

That's great, great news.

Yes.

Back in shape?

Yes, he is.

[Jenny speaking
indistinctly]

Yeah.

Yes, he does, Jenny.

He looks great.

He sounds sexier
than ever.

[Judith talking
on telephone]

[Ominous music playing]

[Judith laughing
on telephone]

[Music swells]

Ahh!

So here you are.

Jenny tried to bully us

into going over there
for dinner tonight,

but I said you weren't
quite ready for it.

Dan?

Is something the matter?

We can go over there
if you want to.

I--i just thought--

no.

I'd like to go.

Hell of a thing, pal,
when you think about it, huh?

Start a new life,

see everything
with a fresh eye.

Kind of like being
a kid again.

It definitely
has its upside.

Boy, when I think
of some of the things

I'd like to forget.
Like the time when I was 15--

I took Mary Louise mcbirney
to Lou Ann's diner on a date.

I came up 2 bucks short.

She called her father
to come and bail us out.

He called me "a pathetic
little pissant!"

Heh heh.
He spoke like that.

Anyway, he scared
the shit out of me.

I couldn't get it up
again for 2 years.

I was a virgin until
I was 17. [Laughs]

Dan, it's so good
to have you home.

I can't even imagine

how ghastly
this has been for you.

We really wanted
to visit you

in the hospital, but
Judith just insisted--

oh, lord.
It wasn't me, Jenny.

It was the doctors.

The psychiatrist
vetoed all visits

till the surgery
was over.

I thought Dan needed all
the memory stimulation

he could get,

but the doctors
left it all to me.

It's been very strange
and very wonderful.

Like being shipwrecked
on a desert island...

Having to rediscover
each other again.

Jeb: All right.
Let's get serious.

When do you think you might
want to, uh, you know,

start phasing your way
back into the office?

Tomorrow.

Look, I didn't mean
to rush you, pal.

I gotta back and forth
to L.A. all week.

Well, i--

no. No. I don't--
you probably forgot--

forget it.

Ha ha ha!

Um, no, but I feel

the sooner I start
the better.

Find out what kind
of player I am,

or if I'm just
dead weight.

I did your chart today, Dan.

Every sign is positive
for you.

Do you really think
you're ready for this?

Don't you think I am?

Listen, why don't you come
back in tomorrow morning?

We'll find out.
But right now, come on, pal,

let's us boys go do a Brandy
and business, huh?

Honey, why don't you
show Judith

whatever it is
that you bought today?

In this unreliable
old world, about the--

about the only thing
I can count on for sure

is that Jenny has been
out hitting the stores.

Well, Jenny,

you buy anything
gorgeous?

Who gives a shit?

Wait until you see
what we're doing

with the Marina
development.

We're gonna clear
5 big ones

on the first phase
alone.

I think, I think,
I think, I think

I finessed Miller
down at city hall,

so all we have to do
to get past go

is be a little
creative

on our
teamster deal.

I need to ask you
a question.

Shoot.

Before the accident,
was I having trouble

with Judith,
with my marriage?

We all have trouble
with our marriage.

What we've gotta address

is how to avoid trouble
with the teamsters.

Jeb, I need to talk,
really talk.

You mentioned divorce
a couple of times,

but you were drinking.
So what?

Jenny threatens divorce
once a month.

I mentioned divorce?

Yeah, that night
at the party.

Aw, come on, pal.

You were juiced.
We were all juiced.

Listen, Dan, you must
know that, uh...

You know,
I feel kind of guilty.

I mean...

How was it between Judith
and me that night?

What does it matter now?

Were we arguing?

No,
you were not arguing.

You were fucking
screaming at each other!

Judith was having
an affair, right?

How the hell
should I know?

But I'll tell you
this much.

If she was,
who could blame her?

What does that mean?

It means you treated her

like a piece
of god damn furniture.

[Sighs] Down in
cabo San Lucas...

It was fuckin'
embarrassing.

In Mexico?

Jeb, can't business wait?

When do I get
to talk to Dan?

He's all yours,
babe.

I'm not a fool.

I can tell
how uneasy you are.

Let me help you.

Uh, I don't know.
I--i--need somebody

to tell me the truth
about a few things--

about my life.

Uh...

Well, Jeb says--ah.

What did Jeb
tell you?

Oh...

What a shit
I was to Judith.

What you were to her?

Did he tell you
about Mexico?

About Stanton?
Who?

Jack Stanton.

You met him in cabo.

Claimed to be
a fellow architect.

We all smelled a rat

except Judith.

She never let him
out of her sight.

She even had him follow her
back here to San Francisco.

What the hell
are you getting at?

You wanted the truth.

I'm telling you
the truth.

I saw them...

Up at the hacienda.

The day
before the accident.

Where?
The hacienda,

the hotel up in Ross.

I saw Stanton's
red Porsche out front

right next
to the white Mercedes.

Wait a minute.

You're saying this guy,
uh, uh--

Stanton--is the only
person in marin county

with a red Porsche?

Judith's the only one
with a white Mercedes?

Hey, do me a favor, ok?

You came this close
to being killed.

She didn't even
sprain her ankle.

You think about that.

She was thrown clear.

Was she falling...

Or jumping?

Well?

[Squeaking]

Man: May I help you?

Why,
it's Mr. Merrick,

isn't it?

Rudy costa,
assistant manager.

It's so wonderful
to have you back,

Mr. Merrick.
You look great!

You lost
some weight,

but none the worse
for the accident.

Why, thank you.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Maybe. Um,
I'm looking for a woman

who I think
used to come here.

You know her?

Sure.
But Mr. Merrick,

we are very discreet
here, as you know.

Mr. Uh...Uh...

Costa.
Costa...

Um, this is a very sensitive
situation for me.

I lost track of her when
I was in the hospital,

and I, uh...

Well, I'm sure
you understand.

Sure.

But, uh, still...

Oh.

Well...

For a while, she used
to come in every day.

Always in the afternoon,
as I recall,

and, uh, always
with the same gentleman.

But then it stopped.

What was
the gentleman's name?

His name? Yes,
what was his name?

You know, I can't
quite remem--

wait a minute.
It, uh...

It was Stanley
something.

No...no...

It was Stanton.
Yes, that was it--

Stanton.

Good-looking guy,

kind of
close-mouthed.

Discreet, if you
know what I mean.

He and the lady

would always
arrive separately.

Mr. Merrick, can I
offer you a drink?

Thank you, Mr. Costa.

Thank you, Mr. Merrick,
and be sure to give

my kind regards
to your wife.

[Ominous music playing]

My wife?

Here we are...

Our new
Marina complex.

That's the
merrick-Scott tower.

We got most of it
rented off

at 42 bucks
a square foot,

but the top 5 floors
are all ours.

That's great.

Yeah, you bet.

Very impressive,
Jeb.

Well, it was
your design, pal.

Aw, I didn't--

don't you remember at first?
You had the e.P.A. Guy

so far up your ass,
you had heartburn.

Boy, the way
you handled that...

Sheer poetry.

Really?

Your ticket,
Jeb.

Thanks.

What did I do?

Homework. You found out
about the pretty young boy

he was spending
his nights with

when his wife thought
he was off working the files.

You had a friendly
little chat with him...

No more heartburn.

I was
a real prince, huh?

Oh, prince of princes.
Now, Dan,

I'd like you to meet

your secretary
Nancy Mercer.

Welcome back...Dan.

Thank you.

I really mean it.

Jeb: It's 10 after.
I'm gonna miss my plane.

Now, if there's
anything you need,

Nancy'll handle it.

Welcome back, pal.

Thanks, Jeb.

[Ringing]

[Birds squawking]

Woman: Klein's
animal house.

Huh?

Listen, if this
is a breather,

can you wait while
I get a cigarette?

Sorry, uh...
Wrong number.

Here we go--

black with sweet 'n' low.

That's the way
you used to take it.

Thank you, Nancy.

Is, um,
is something wrong?

Hmm?

Oh, no. Heh.

Tell me something...
Last Christmas,

did I buy
anybody pets?

Pets? Heh. Yeah.

Well, not that I recall.

Mostly it was gift
certificates to neiman's.

Jesus.

Personal touch, huh?

[Laughs]

Nancy,
tell me something.

Does this name--
klein--

does that mean
anything to you?

Oh, yeah. That guy.

Mr. Klein called several
times back in January

regarding
an outstanding invoice.

But since he wouldn't say
what it was for,

I didn't pay him.

I have it on file
if you'd like it.

Yeah, I would, thanks.
Ok.

Nancy?
Have you ever heard

of a place called
the hacienda?

Uh...

Yeah.

Yes, I have.

Why?

Well,
I'm just wondering.

Just wondering.

Oh, heh.
Did--did we ever

spend any time
there together...

You and I?

Ahem. Just the, uh,
just the two of us?

You and I?
Mm-hmm.

At the hacienda?

Yeah.
No.

Oh. Ok.

Oh! Uh...

It's all right.

[Sighs]

Thanks.

$7,000?

Can't you read?
We're closed.

I know, but I need to speak
to Mr. Klein about this.

Oh, all right.

[Animals bark, chirp,
screech, and croak]

Woman: You guaranteed me

that once this bird
got to know me,

it would talk! I've
had it for 6 months,

and it hasn't
even opened its beak!

I said that Clementine
could talk.

I didn't say
that she would!

Ok, I'm sorry.
No problem.

Sorry about
your inconvenience.

Silly old bitch!

Yeah! You see?
Ha ha ha!

[Squawks]
Silly old bitch!

What can I do for you?

According
to this invoice,

I bought enough animals
to fill a zoo.

$7,000--
that's ridiculous.

Merrick?

Oh, Mr. Merrick!

I didn't
recognize you there.

I had this
bad car accident.

Yeah, yeah.
So I heard.

Sadie!

Yeah?

Close up the shop!

Oh! And take
another look around

for Betty June.

Right.

Come with me.

Welcome home,
sweetheart.

Welcome home!
Ha ha ha!

[Squawks]
Silly old bitch!

There you go, honey.

Poor old twigs.

He got hit by a car.
He's lost control.

So, what did I buy
for 7 grand?

A gorilla?

You don't remember?

Oh, amnesia.

I blacked out on everything
before the accident.

Wow. That can be
a tough one.

I'm afraid
all you bought

was a lot of my time.

Some of
my photographic art.

I guess--
I guess "gorilla"

wasn't too far
off the Mark. [Laughs]

There was a guy
named, um...

Jack Stanton.

He was doing a little
chimney sweeping

with your wife.

You hired me to stake
him out last Christmas.

Holiday surcharge
and no lunch breaks...

It all adds up.

I sent you the contact
strips new year's Eve,

then I waited
for my money.

Just as I was beginning
to figure

that I'd been stiffed

and I was gonna have
to use a little muscle,

who shows up
but Mrs. Merrick?

Mrs. Merrick?
Yeah. Your wife.

She paid your bill.
She's a nice lady.

I got paid,
the animals got fed.

You are a private
investigator?

Yeah, yeah. I paid
my dues for 30 years.

You spend that long

peeping through
keyholes,

you kind of lose
confidence

in the human species.

[Inhales deeply]

Yeah...

Plus the hours
and the food

and the bad vibes

kind of took a toll
on my health.

Now I only do it
to pay the rent

and feed the animals.
You know?

Are you satisfied?

Case closed? Heh heh.

Uh, let me put it
this way, Mr. Klein--

don't you find it
a little odd

that on the same day
you gave me those pictures,

my wife and I had
a terrible accident?

She gets thrown out
with hardly a scratch,

I wind up looking
like hamburger.

What, you think
she planned it? Come on!

Unless your wife was
into serious acrobatics,

I'd say that
your imagination

is working overtime.

You want my advice?
Forget it.

Ok, so she had
an affair.

You've never had
an affair, Mr. Merrick?

Yeah. As a matter
of fact, I did...

But I can't remember
who with.

[Laughing]

That could keep a guy
on his toes.

[Both laugh]

Yeah.

Uh, look, Mr. Klein...

I'd like to hire you again
to find out

a little bit more
about this Jack Stanton.

And I'd be glad to take
your money, but...

As I don't believe
in exploiting animals,

occasionally
I get a little soft

and extend that code
to human beings.

Look, the way I see it,
you both had an affair

and now
you love each other.

Great! Save your money.
Forget the guy.

Kind of pretty,
ain't he?

He's not my type.
Ha ha ha ha!

Mr. Klein...

Don't move.

There's a snake
right behind you.

[Laughs]

Oh, yeah...Betty June!

I've been
looking for you!

Where you been, honey?
[Kiss]

Ain't she pretty?

Sadie!
Yeah?

I found Betty June!

Oh, good!

Yeah. She was in
the filing cabinet.

Oh!
Ha ha ha.

Oh!

No!

Oh!

[Dog barking]

[Rings doorbell]

[Door opens]

Dan?

Maybe I should
continue the sessions

with the shrink.

Maybe Jeb's right--just
put a lid on the past,

but what you said
about the accident...

I can't let it go.

It doesn't add up.

I feel there's...

Something wrong here.

Trust your feelings.

What?

Do you love Judith?

I, uh...

I guess I do.

She's sick.

You do know that,
don't you?

She's the one who needs
a psychiatrist, not you.

She's a pathological liar.

She lies
for the sake of lying.

In 7 years,
she's never told me

the simple truth
about anything.

God, Dan, it used
to drive you crazy,

especially when you'd
catch her in it

and she'd just coolly
start spinning another one.

She thinks
everybody's stupid.

She can do anything
and get away with it.

She's sick.

What happened in Mexico
with Stanton?

She's like a drug addict--

completely hooked on him.

And he's still around...

Believe me.

Problem is, so are you.

Dan, do you know
how much you're worth?

You can't really see
how beautiful it is

with the lights on.

Isn't that amazing?

If only life could be
that perfect...

That still.

Oh, Dan...

Danny...

Oh, Jenny, no.

Don't.
Don't do this.

We were lovers, Dan.

The hacienda?

You remember.

We were gonna
get married.

We were just waiting
for the right time.

Oh...

Jeb's not back
till tomorrow.

Make love to me now...

Here...

Just like we used to.

I said...
I said stop it.

I don't remember.

Can't you
understand?

Get out.

Jenny, please...

Get out!

Hi, Jeb.

Oh, Dan.

Copying
my homework?

No, no. Just, uh...
Just taking a look

at what you've been doing
while I've been gone,

and it looks pretty good,
considering...

Yes?

Considering
you have no idea

of what the fuck
you're doing.

Listen, uh...

I'm--I'm just
not so sure...

That I can
handle it?

No, I just think we have
some serious thinking to do

about what
the next step is.

Hmm. That's precisely
what I've been doing

the last couple of days,
thinking about that.

So, uh...

If you're ready
to buy out your partner,

then he's ready to sell.

Assuming we could
come up with a deal.

I warn you, pal...

I'll suck your blood.

Well, like you say, Jeb,

in an unreliable world,
it's nice to have

somebody
who's consistent.

Jeb?

The men from the security
service are here.

[Sighs]

Some Greenpeace freaks
are trying to stop us

from shifting an old boat
off the Marina site.

Time to go knock
a few heads together.

Uh, we'll talk.

I'm really sorry, Dan.
It's just that

Jeb insisted, and there
was really nothing--

no sweat.

What do you want?

Caffeine
and no calls.

Wait a minute,
you can't just come--

Nancy, it's ok.

I guess I owe you
an apology.

Oh, forget it.

Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe you was right.

Oh, that's refreshing.

After you left the store
the other night,

I gave the whole business
another thought,

and the more I ran it by,
the more I began figuring

maybe you wasn't
so far off base.

You're a day late
and a few dollars short,

Mr. Klein.

You were right...

Heh. Forget the guy.

Oh, boy...
Am I in a fix.

What is the problem?

The guy!

Look, i--i did a bit
of research on him.

Let's start
with the accident.

You know...

Now, you was driving
your car, right?

Right.
Wrong.

I checked
with the hospital.

There's no way

that you could have received
these head injuries

if you were sitting behind
the wheel of a car.

Next question--
was your wife

even in the car
when it went over the edge,

or could she have been
on terra firma

and given it
a little nudge?

Come on, klein.
She's not superman.

Yeah, but how about
her and Stanton?

Nancy: How would you
like your coffee?

Oh. Uh,
2 sugars--

real sugar.

And cream,
preferably from a cow.

Oh, by the way,

the typeface
on your IBM...

It wouldn't happen to be
prestige elite

by any chance,
would it?

Mm. Everybody's into
courier 10 these days,

but I still use--

how'd you know that?

You got prestige elite
written all over you.

I tracked Stanton down
to the architect firm

he used to work for
in L.A.

They don't know
where he is,

but I do.

At least,
I know where he was.

Right here in this office

exactly 5 1/2 hours
after the accident.

A copy of a fax
he sent to his boss.

"Dear Paul,

"I've finally decided
to take the plunge

"and go for that job
in Tokyo.

"I'm shipping out tonight,

"so don't expect to hear
from me for a while.

Happy new year."

Sent from...
"Merrick/scott no.04."

That's your personal
fax machine--number 4.

Time sent--

8:04 A.M.,

January 1.

Typeface--
prestige elite.

I take it your wife

had a set of keys
to this office, huh?

But she was in a hospital,
for Christ's sake!

No, she was not.

Judith merrick

discharged herself from
marin county hospital

at 6:18 A.M.

January 1...

3 1/2 hours after
she was admitted.

No.

It gets worse.

Japanese immigration
has got no record

of a Jack Stanton
entering Japan.

Ok, he could
be anywhere,

but I'll bet you
dollars to doughnuts

the boy never
left town.

You're worth an awful
lot of money,

Mr. Merrick.

They tried
to kill you once.

Why not
try it again, huh?

[Shatters]

[Ominous music playing]

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello?

Hello?

[Click]

Judith: Dan?

Lydia: Mr. Merrick's
taking a nap.

Judith:
Any calls, Lydia?

Yeah, just one.

Said they'd
call back later.

Stan someone.

Let's see...

Jack Stanton.

Did he...

Leave a number?

No. Just that
he's in town.

Mrs. Merrick?

Are you
all right?

Yes, Lydia.

I'm fine.

May I speak
to Gus klein, please?

Sadie: Nah,
he's delivering puppies.

When will he be back?

He's right here.

Let me talk to him.

I told you,
he's delivering puppies!

God damn it,
this is important.

Tell him Jack Stanton's
in town,

he called my wife, and--

did you--
did you get all that?

Yeah. The bitch
just got him.

What?

The dog just bit Gus.

Yeah, yeah,
I'll tell him.

[Click]

Dan: Lydia,
can I borrow your car

for a little while?
My battery's dead.

Lydia: Sure, Mr. Merrick.

The keys are
under the seat.

[Dramatic music playing]

[Tires screeching]

[Music swelling]

[Clatter]

[Sloshing]

[Crying]

[Water dripping]

[Straining]

[Grunts]

[Clangs]

[Slams, echoes]

[Gagging]

[Telephone rings]

Lydia:
Merrick residence?

Woman: Hi, this is Laura
at demo's pharmacy.

Just wanted
to let you know that

Mr. Merrick's prescription
is ready to be picked up.

That's not for us,
twigs.

Patience, honey.
Patience.

[Birds squawking]

Klein: Can't keep firemouth
with green terror

when they're spawning.

The rival females
try to kill each other.

Oh, yeah...

I did a little checking
on that old shipwreck.

Interesting.

It seems you guys
are going to have

quite a battle
to get rid of it.

Yeah. So, did you get
any, uh, phone calls?

Sure. I had
a great morning.

I reread all of
animal farm.

Did you ever read animal farm,
Mr. Merrick?

Yeah, sure.
George orwell.

Mr. Orwell's simple tale
of animals rising up

against their
human oppressors.

Boy, would I sing
to see that really happen.

Take your ship,
for instance.

Do know what your guys
are gonna do with it?

They're gonna tow it
a mile out of U.S. waters

and sink the sucker!

The fact that it's full
of toxic waste

doesn't seem
to bother anybody,

except, of course,
the fish.

But fish
don't buy condos,

so who gives a shit?

Judith on tape:
Hello?

Man: Is this Judith merrick
of 114 summit way?

Yes.

This is western union
in San Rafael.

We have
a telegram for you

from a Jack Stanton.

Do you want me to read it,
or should i--

yes, read it.

"Unable to reach you
on the phone

"without interference.

"Imperative
I see you today.

"Send telegram

care of general delivery,
San Francisco."

Signed, "Jack."

[Click]

Dan.

Jenny.

I have to talk to you.

There's something
I have to find out.

Is Stanton in town?

Yeah. He's been trying
to reach Judith.

I knew it.

Judith came over to see me
on some pretext,

or rather, doing her
"best friend" routine.

She's trying to find out
how much I know.

She's ready
to make her move, Dan.

She's got you right
where she wants you,

like a child--

no memory,
no history.

Why...

Jenny, please.

My god,
this is so crazy.

Well, she won't
get away with it.

Aah!

Uhh! Oh, jeez.

Did you get my fax
from L.A.?

Oh, yeah.

Listen, tomorrow night,

soon as I get back
into town,

we sit down, dinner,
we hammer out a deal.

Ok, ok, but what are we
doing with this shipwreck?

Done! We dump it
tomorrow.

Oh, do me a favor.
Keep your hands off

the office machines,
huh?

Nancy: Dan,

it's Mr. Klein
on line 2.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Merrick?
It's Gus klein.

Be outside
in 2 minutes.

Get ready
for some action.

Why? What happened?

[Click]

Aw...sorry.

Nancy, do me a favor
and get a hold of, uh...

What's-his-name
down in site clearance?

Abe?
Abe, yeah.

Give him a call
and, uh, tell him

to hold off moving
that old shipwreck tomorrow.

[Dramatic music playing]

Klein: You drive.
I got to work.

What's up?

This. Come on.

Let's get this
machine on the road.

Golden gate.

Judith:
Jack Stanton,

care of general
delivery,

San Francisco.

Man: And the message?

"Dear Jack,

"I was surprised
to hear from you.

"If you're in some
kind of trouble,

"I'll try and help.

"But please
understand,

"my husband and I
are together again.

"I'll meet you
today, 5 P.M.,

at our hotel."

[Tape recorder
turned off]

Klein:
"At our hotel..."

The hacienda, right?

[Shuts engine off]

Klein: My guess is,
whatever they're up to,

they're up to
in the bedroom.

Uh, I'll follow them
and plant this outside,

so we can monitor them
from the car.

Hey.

Uh-huh.

[Camera shutter clicking]

What the fuck
am I doing?

I'm looking
through a lens.

Ok, so now
where's Romeo?

That's what he looked like
9 months ago.

Same location.

The same lens.

Great.

Hey...

I was there, too, Dan.

A long time ago.

You were married?

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

When it ended, I was--
I was walking around,

feeling like I was
a package of broken glass.

Nice car.

Yeah, yeah.

1968 dodge coronet.

212-thousand miles.

Its original engine.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Klein: All right.

Yep,
that's our boy.

Ok...

You stay here.

He's coming
back out.

Start her up, Dan.

Klein: Roll it.

Ooh, hey.

You gonna
open it?

Not unless you got
the key--it's padlocked.

Well, how the hell
did he get through?

I don't know.

[Engine revs]

You ok?

Look what that son of a bitch
has done to my car!

Hey...

Klein: Take it easy!

This car's an antique!

You're telling me--
it drives like one!

Jesus!

You're gonna break her
to pieces!

Klein: Oh, no!
Slow down, will you?

Well, get out
of his way!

Ok, you bastard,

you want it,
you'll get it!

For Christ's sake, Dan!

Aw, fuck him!

Oh, my god,
we're done!

Oh, my...

Oh, look.

Look at this.

Oh...

[Groaning]

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

[Inhales]

Hey, I'm really
sorry, Gus.

I'll make it up
to you.

Time for the cops,
huh?

Yeah.

But first I want to talk
to Judith on my own.

You understand.

I just hope
she does.

No, no, I'm not
talking revenge.

I'm talking
about the woman

who nursed me
back to health.

I just don't
understand...

I don't know...

Why.

Spare yourself
the pain.

I spent years
trying to figure out

what went wrong.

Got me nowhere.

I still need
to talk to her, Gus.

Yeah...

Just in case.

Mm.

[Thunder]

[Clock ticking]

[Thunder]

[Ominous music playing]

[Engine shuts off]

[Car door opens]

[Clatter downstairs]

[Footsteps]

[Climbing stairs]

[Cocks gun]

Freeze.

Don't move.

Jesus.

There is no Stanton.

You shot him.

You were drunk, Dan.

At the Scotts' party,
we had a fight.

I made you take me home.

Then you went
really crazy.

I ran upstairs
and locked myself in

and called Stanton
for help.

He came over, and you...

We got rid
of the body,

then we had
the accident.

No, I don't believe it.

Dan, I tried
to keep it from you,

but you hired that damn
detective again!

I had to play Stanton

to convince him that
Stanton's still alive.

You tried
to kill me today!

The shots I fired
at you two

were only meant
to scare you.

Don't you see?

We had to get klein
off the trail.

What, am I going
crazy here?

I saw both of you
go in that hotel.

You saw me
go in.

I got changed,

and then I went out
the back door,

where I had
the Porsche parked.

You dressed up
like Stanton,

and you almost
killed me.

Now you're telling me
that I killed Stanton.

Wait a minute.

"Before the accident."
That's what you said?

Yeah.

You fucking liar!
Aah!

Jack Stanton
was alive and well

and in my office,
sending a fax

5 hours
after the accident!

That was me!
I sent the fax

to make believe

Stanton was
still alive.

Why did you think
I checked out

of the hospital
so goddamn fast?

To start covering
for you.

The first morning,

paying Stanton's bill
at the hacienda,

sending the fax,

hiding his Porsche
in the garage...

And not knowing
if you were dead or alive,

but praying
and, god, working

to protect you
if you were alive.

I love you, Dan.

Haven't you learned
that much by now?

There's nothing
I wouldn't do for you.

Nothing.

But then you
brought back klein.

Don't you see?

You hired someone

to find out that
you're a murderer.

You hired somebody

to send you
to the gas chamber.

W-W-Why--

why didn't you tell me
any of this before?

In the hospital?

"Hi, Dan, I brought you
some roses.

Oh, and by the way,
you're a murderer."

Dan, I was trying
to protect you...

To protect you
from your own memory.

I wanted a new start,
for both of us.

I wish to god I'd died
in that accident.

Oh, don't say that.

We're in this together.

We have to get
out of here--tonight.

Somebody out there knows
that Stanton's dead.

The phone call,
the first telegram--

that wasn't me.
That was somebody else.

Somebody who--

who?

I don't know.

But whoever it is,

they're trying to play
a rotten game with us.

Oh, I started to panic.

I went down to the wreck
where you--

well, there's
not much left now.

Only...

Oh, thank god,

tomorrow they're finally
dumping that wreck

and what's in it.

Judith...

I put a hold
on that ship.

I told them
not to move it.

How the hell was I supposed
to know what was in it?

Jesus Christ!

Ok, we have to move now.

You throw whatever
we need into a suitcase.

We can arrange for money
to be sent to us

when we get there.
I'll get the Porsche

back to the garage and
pick up the Mercedes.

No, I'm coming
with you.

Dan, we don't have time.
When I get back,

we have to be ready
to leave.

You do the packing
and write a note to Lydia.

It can't look
as if we're running.

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Click]

[Creaking]

[Breathing heavily]

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello?

This is Jenny.
I want you to come over.

There's something
you have to know.

I can't tell you
over the phone.

It has to be
one on one.

I can't.
Listen...

If you don't come over
right now,

I'm calling the police.

Dan: Jenny!

Jenny!

Jenny, it's me, Dan!

Jenny, open
the god damn door!

Jenny?

Hey...

[Footsteps]

I--i got
a call from Jenny.

She told me
to come over.

I found her like this.

Yeah, I monitored
the call.

Sit down.

You're not
going anywhere.

I had a little talk
with the, uh,

valet parking man
at the hacienda.

He told me...
The guy in the Porsche

wasn't a guy at all.

What do you mean?

Where is she?

Who?

Oh, come on.

I don't know.
She--she left.

Right.

In Stanton's Porsche.

Hmm. I was watching.

So where does that leave
Mr. Stanton?

How the hell
should I know?

Your guess
is as good as mine.

Really?

Well...

For what it's worth,

my guess is,

whatever's left of him

is rotting in
that old shipwreck.

You see, Mr. Merrick,

my guess is
that you killed him

the night
I sent you the pictures,

the night
you had the accident.

My guess is,

your wife's been covering up
for you all along.

And my guess is,

Jenny Scott somehow
put the pieces together

and was threatening
to go to the cops.

I didn't kill Jenny.

What about Stanton?

Maybe I did.
Maybe that's the block

the doctors
are talking about.

Maybe I'm a raving
psychopath,

but I can't remember!

I can't turn
a blind eye to murder.

I'm not asking you to.

I'm just asking you
to give me a chance

to let me remember
what happened.

Let me go inside
that ship--please.

Woman on phone:
Sheriff's department?

Give me lieutenant Lacey.

Oh, for god's sake, Gus.

If I did it,
I'll pay for it.

I'm not gonna run.
You can put me away.

Put me in a straitjacket,
the gas chamber,

but at least
give me a chance

to remember what the fuck
it is I've done!

Yeah,
this is Lacey.

Send a car to 1134
lagunda coast highway.

Who is this?

There's been a murder.

Who's calling?

Hello?

Hello?

Let's go.

[Thunder]

[Sirens wailing]

Jesus!

We're gonna get
a disease.

[Coughing]

Come on.

Thanks.

[Rumbling]

[Ominous music playing]

[Door creaks]

[Creaks]

Klein:
Anything there?

It's Stanton.

It's me.

Dan merrick.

It's Dan merrick.

Oh, god!

This is insane.

You must be...

Jack Stanton.

[Music swells]

Oh!

Jack Stanton.

I'm Jack Stanton.

What happened?

You must try and
remember what happened.

Don't back off.

Come on. Come on.

What happened?

Try and remember.

Oh, Jack.

I love you.

I love you.

Klein:
Who killed Dan merrick?

You've got to remember.
Come on!

Who killed him?

She called me--

she called me
at the hacienda.

Judith: For god's sake,
Jack, come quick.

Dan's crazy.

He's drunk.

Help me.

Jack, help me.

Help me.

Move it.

Klein:
You must remember.

Who killed Dan merrick?

Who killed him?

Dan: I said
open the door now!

Judith: No!

Judith!

No!

Get out!

You little whore.

You were fucking
that bastard.

I love him!

You'll never see him
again, you little slut!

Get away from me.

I'm going to kill you!

Dan!

You're gonna pay for
what you've done to me!

Judith, don't!

Uhh!

Oh, god.

We gotta
do something.

Call the police.

Oh, no, Jack.
Listen to me--

[crying] No, you got
to help me, please.

They'll lock me up,
throw me in jail.

Without you,
I'll die.

It was Judith.

Whew!

Thank god.

[Tires screech]

You were right.
She was driving.

I'd been drinking
that night.

I'd left my wallet
in the hotel.

She drove.

Klein: Whose idea
was the ship?

Dan had told her
about it.

She figured the chemicals
would dissolve the body.

Bad guess.

It's formaldehyde.

It's the best
preservative

known to man.
[Laughs]

Then the accident...

We head for Mexico now,
tonight.

Judith,
what do you mean "we"?

Of course we.
We're in this together.

We can't go loping off
into the sunset.

Now you listen to me.

I'm not going to spend
the rest of my life--

with me?
Jack, you have to.

You're
part of this now.

You planned it this way
from the beginning--

no, Jack,
I didn't plan it,

but it happened.
Now you have no choice.

I do! I'll let the cops
sort this out.

I'll take my chances. No!

I am out of your life.
Do you understand me?

Oh, Jack,
don't say that.

You can't just throw me
away like that!

Jesus Christ, Judith!

What the fuck
are you doing?

[Tires screech]

Aaah!

Unh! Aah!

You ok?

I guess I gotta call you
Jack now, huh? [Laughs]

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

[Thunder, gunshot]

Uhh.

[Grunts]

Gus!

Gus?

[Gunshots]

So now you know.

You're insane!

Gus!

I had to do it.
Gus!

He and Jenny were
the only ones who knew.

[Music swells]

He's gone!

Oh! Gus!

Come with me.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

We got to get him
some help.

Judith,
for Christ's sake!

He's dying down there.

[Gunshot]

I didn't want
to hurt you.

Let's go, Jack.

It's a long ride.

[Ominous music playing]

[Tires screech]

Judith. Judith!

Judith: Jenny blew it.

She soon found out
you weren't Dan.

Your smell, your hands,

the lines on your palms.

She was going
to the police.

I had to kill her.

After the accident,

when the doctors
told me,

"your husband
is in a deep coma,"

I knew it was crazy,

but I really
had no choice.

[Sobbing] Oh, my god.

What I went through to
make all this come true.

When we first met,

it was as if
I'd always known you.

Remember?

Yes, I remember.

Don't!
Uhh!

Cop on loudspeaker: This is
the California highway patrol.

Pull to the side--

ok, Judith,
it's all over now.

Because of a gun?

Pull over
to the shoulder!

I said
stop the car!

Pull to the shoulder!
I repeat--

forget Mexico.

I've got
a better idea.

[Engine revs, tires screech]

Aah!

[Helicopter blades whipping]

You all right?

Gus.

How--how
the hell did you--

I got my own tank.

You want a shot?

You all right,
Mr. Merrick?

[Music playing]

Let's go, Dan.

Come on.

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