All language subtitles for Games.1967_track3_eng

(ominous music)

- [Driver] Giddyup!

(horse hooves clopping)

Whoa.

Whoa.

(doorbell rings)

- Come in, sir.

- Am I late?

Where are the others?

- Shh, they're in the study,

and I believe the demonstration
has already begun.

Thank you.

(electricity crackling)

- And so, ladies and gentlemen,

we have brought you together this evening

to witness a demonstration
of the remarkable,

life-giving powers of
galvanic electricity.

I am your host, Professor
Montgomery, and this,

this is my assistant,
the very lovely Jennifer.

For two years, we have been dead,

sustained in this perfect condition,

only through the miracle of
the high-voltage electricity

which flows through our bodies.

Electricity.

The force of eternity.

You.

Take this.

- Oh, it tingles!

I thought it would hurt.

- [Man] It's not that kind
of electricity, Baroness.

- Share it with us, and live forever.

10,000.

20,000.

30,000 volts.

10,000 for each year of our marriage.

- To Jennifer and Paul!

(laughing)
Happy third anniversary!

- [Guests] Happy anniversary!

- Thanks.

(guests oohing)

- I'll drink to that, what a marriage.

- [Man] I should have
said, what a lovely couple,

and what a lovely kiss.

- [Woman] You're
absolutely insane, darling.

You're mad.

(guests chattering)

- (sighs) Well, you
said it was going to be

an unconventional party, and
you were certainly right.

What was all that electricity business?

- Oh, some quack cure-all
machine from their collection.

Paul and Jennifer make quite
a job of being unconventional.

(sighs) I can't say I quite
agree with his taste in art.

- His taste?

- He picks them, she pays for them.

Ah, Nora, thank you.

- No, thank you.

(upbeat music)

(doorbell buzzes)

(whistling)

- [Nora] Hello, Norman.

- Got another blast goin' on tonight, huh?

The usual weirdos, no doubt?

- Thank goodness, it's
the last one for a while,

and I'm taking off on
my vacation tomorrow.

Three whole weeks, oh!

- Oh, you're here, Norman.

Nora, there isn't any champagne left.

Will you bring some up, please?

- Yes, ma'am.

- They got some kind of orgy goin' on

up there, Mrs. Smedley?

- You'd like to think
so, wouldn't you, Norman?

(chuckling)

(bell dings)

- Did you read Dr.
Pamplemousse's latest book?

He actually was in a flying saucer!

- [Man] No!

- Hesse.

Hermann Hesse.

H-E-S-S-E!

(bell dinging)

- [Woman] Here it comes.

(speaking foreign language)

- So am I.

- Closer.

There it is, head-on!

Ooh, there's the three innocent bystanders

just dying to be knocked off.

Closer.

(bell dinging)
(tires screeching)

(crashing)
(woman screaming)

Oh, how terribly gruesome.

Who ever thought up this lovely game?

- Terry did.

- Why?

- Why?

Mister, uh.

- Harry Gordon.

- You're Jennifer's
lawyer, aren't you, Harry?

- Well, yes.

- Most of our lives
are like pinball games.

Fantastically designed
machines, merely whir,

click, and pay off, at
best, in another free game.

The trivial things in life

we take too seriously.

The serious things,

like death, too trivially.

That's all I've tried to say here.

(bell dinging)
- I won, I won, I won!

(wind chimes tinkling)

(somber music)

- You see before you
the first known casualty

of too much Turnpike pinball.

Did you know that Aimee Semple McPherson

was buried with a phone at her side?

- Why?

- Just in case.

Nothin', huh?

(chuckles)

Mm.

(groans)

- It scratches.

- Now, that's ridiculous.

Whole generations of women lived

with mustachioed men, and
there were less divorces, too.

- I say it scratches.

It scratches just sticking it on.

(laughs)

- Mm, what a nice scratch.

- Once upon a time, the
evil queen of darkness

gave Sleeping Beauty a poisoned apple.

Everybody thought she was dead.

- Mm, with a phone at
her side just in case.

- Except.

The handsome prince,

who knew just how to wake her up.

(somber music)

(wind chimes tinkling)

- [Woman] Mrs. Montgomery?

- (gasps) Yes?

- Please forgive me for
appearing so unexpectedly,

but it seems to be a habit of mine.

I was told you'd be quite pretty,

but you far exceed your description.

- [Miss Beattie] Morning, Jennifer.

- Good morning, Miss Beattie.

- Valentino isn't visiting you, is he?

- No, I haven't seen him.

- Oh, dear.

Valentino!

Valentino!

- I can't imagine who's
been describing me to you.

- [Miss Beattie] Valentino!

- How does the name of Deirdre strike you?

- Deirdre St. James?

- Wolf Glade, '63?

Now Madison, Wisconsin.

- Won't you come in?

Is she married yet?

- Yes, yes.

Yes, two children, a
little boy, a little girl.

She suggested I drop by.

I'm Lisa Schindler.

- Won't you wait in there?

(somber music)

- Hm?

- Your breakfast is served.

- Ah, okay, okay.

- What a perfectly lovely mirror.

In fact, everything you have
is absolutely fascinating.

You've lived here long?

- Yes.

At first, after my mother died, I

thought about selling it.

And then I met Paul, my husband, and, uh.

Uh, tell me, Miss.

- Mrs.

Mrs. Lisa Schindler.

- Have you been a friend
of Deirdre's long?

- Oh, I like to think of myself

as a little more than just a friend.

I was, um, how can I say it?

I was a consultant to her as well.

- I don't quite understand.

(chuckles)

Could you, my dear, come over here

and sit beside me for a moment?

Look.

I have known many young
women like Deirdre,

who tend to think
negatively about maturing.

I believe in a beautiful woman,

the present, the past and
the future are inseparable.

Of course, while we all know

that it's a woman's attitude

that keeps her young forever.

We cannot deny, more than
did the ancient Egyptians,

the importance of certain aids to beauty.

- (scoffs) You're a saleswoman!

- In a sense.

So were Helen of Troy and Madame du Barry.

It's rather amazing to me their success,

considering they did not know the secret

of Countess Danielle's magic foundation.

- I don't believe you know Deirdre at all.

Unless you sold her something.

You don't know her at all, do you?

Well, do you?

- No.

Quite honestly, I don't, Mrs. Montgomery.

You see, we work from yearbooks.

Wolf Glade, 1963.

Jennifer Scott Taylor, Class Cynic.

Associate Editor, Yearbook.

Voted Most Likely Not to Have
to Worry About Succeeding.

That's nice.

And President of the Dramatic Society.

I would have thought you would appreciate

a good performance with that background.

(sighs)

- Are you, all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right, I'm all right.

(sighs) I believe it's the
mind which controls the body.

But my legs do not agree.

- Your hand is very cold.

- Yeah.

Despite the good vibration from yours.

I tend to be too mystical for my own good.

- No, I think most
people are too practical.

- Oh.

One must be practical in order to survive.

Mustn't one?

- I like this cologne, you know?

- Do you?

How could you possibly tell? (laughs)

- I've smelled it before.

Well, in that case, you might
like some of our soaps, too.

They're quite expensive.

Three for $5, but absolutely
pure and transparent.

Quite extravagant.

And also, our body cream and our bath oil.

All of the same desperately
exotic fragrance.

- I'll take all of them.

- Ah!

But I can't leave the samples with you,

I have to write down the order.

It'll come with the
mail in one week or two.

- Oh, don't get up, please.

- No, I must get up.

I must write the order.

I must get your full name
and complete address.

I must have your signature to.

- Please, please, please.

- No, no, I must get these things down.

Oh, I must.

I must put down the order.

So.

Cream.

Body cream.

And I must get your money.

You know, I have a quota to meet.

You know, each of us has a quota to meet

and I must meet my quota.

Because, you know, we work from a system

which is called the quota system.

When, when all I really want

Is.

Is to give them to you.

(pants)

- Mrs. Schindler!

Paul!

- More an attack of heat
prostration than anything else.

She needs rest and nourishment.

The B12 shot won't do it alone.

A good rest now, Mrs. Schindler,

you'll be back on your feet in no time.

- Thank you.

- Jennifer.

- Bye-bye.

- (sighs) You have been
both so kind to me.

But I mustn't presume on your hospitality.

- Oh, no, you must feel
right at home here.

Mustn't she, Paul?

- Oh, sure.

- Oh, thank you.

If I could only have one day.

- We'll talk about it later.

- Uh, well, you'll, uh,
have to excuse me, Mrs. uh,

uh, Mrs. uh,

- Schindler.

- Yes, Schindler.

Excuse me.

I'm going to the, uh, Winthrop Gallery

to see about a couple paintings.

Excuse me.

Jennifer.

- Just a minute.

- Uh.

You, uh, really want a
stranger in the house?

- Do you mind terribly?

- (scoffs) Well, you, uh,

you're the one who has to wait on her.

Hm?

I'll, uh, see you later.

- Okay.

- Mm.

- How are you feeling?

- Oh, better, thank you.

Is your husband an artist?

- In a way.

Collecting is an art, you know.

- I would have thought you'd
be the artist in the family.

Are you a Libra by any chance?

- Yes!

- Well then you believe in
astrology, mind reading,

communication with the dead.

- I don't know, should I?

- Where I grew up, there
was never any question

about believing in them.

- Where did you grow up?

- It's a very long story.

Can it wait for a while?

I feel so tired.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Of course, you must rest.

- I have wonderful old
pictures you could look at.

And marvelous clothes.

They're all buried in my trunk.

- Where you live?

- Well, actually, I had
to let my apartment go.

My trunk is in storage.

Now, just exactly where in storage is it?

It was in a place uptown.

It's odd, I had the ticket
in my hand yesterday.

(gasps)

Can you get me my cape?

(sighs)

Thank you.

Here it is.

Fletcher Warehouse Company.

(thunder rumbling)

(laughs)

Oh, and now I'll change so you can give

your husband his robe back.

(thunder rumbles)

Here, thank you.

Ah.

Fits me better.

Oh!

They're my tarot cards.

A link between the future and the past.

They never lie.

Sometimes I wish they would.

- [Jennifer] What is that?

- Young lovers.

- And this one?

- Junon, the High Priestess.

It is not a very gay card.

Now, let's see what we can find

for you to wear this evening.

- What is that?

(mischievous music)

- A memento from my flamboyant past.

- Oh!

It's divine.

- My dear, it's yours.

- Thank you.

I'll see you at supper.

(lock clicks)

(thunder rumbles)

(ominous music)

(bell dings)

- I must confess, Mr. Montgomery,

your game room confuses me.

In my country, the men drink cognac

and smoke cigars after supper.

Here, you do what?

Play pinball?

- Well, not exactly, uh.

These games symbolize
our American culture.

Well I can see how, uh,
our little collection

might seem strange to a foreigner.

It does take a rather special
attitude to appreciate it.

- You Americans have it so
much easier than most of us.

You are happy with such simple amusements.

I'm afraid I'm used to
infinitely more exciting

and dangerous games.

(thunder rumbles)

I have nothing but these
to give as an expression

of my deep gratitude for your hospitality.

They are old and quite valuable.

- They're beautiful, thank you.

- They have a rich history.

The rim of a hill.

At dawn.

Two figures.

Standing in a mist.

(speaking in foreign language)

(gun clicks)

They were two lovers of mine.

Stage-door Johnnies, as you would say.

But they played a real
game, Mr. Montgomery,

not a penny arcade substitute.

It was Kurt who won.

I married him.

I would have married either of them.

After all, a man who gives his life

for a woman's love is
irresistibly charming.

- And do they still work?

- Oh, I should think so.

A friend of mine used
one of them on the stage

not so long ago.

There are some blank cartridges
still mixed with the others.

This one,

with a nick here where it fell,

eventually took my husband's life.

You see,

he became uncommonly jealous,

forbade me to go on the stage,

virtually imprisoned me,
and life became a nightmare.

The days and the weeks and months

passed by endlessly.

(thunder rumbles)

One night, each of us half-crazed

with our own exhausting obsessions,

I placed a bullet in this gun,

spun the chamber,

held it to my head,

and pulled the trigger.

I offered it to him.

He took it.

Back and forth it went,

this gun,

like slow motion,

for what seemed hours.

Until his last turn came.

(gasps)

(sniffles)

Do you think, Mr. Montgomery,

I shall ever learn

to be impressed with your pinball games?

Well, I play a much more exciting game

every day of the week,

tricking my way into houses
to sell overpriced cosmetics.

Jennifer has been most kind to protect me.

I've not come to expect much protection.

Three times in my life I've
had to climb barbed wire.

(thunder rumbles)

And the last time, even with the dogs

barking at my heels in Berlin,

I found

I had come to somehow enjoy it.

Need it.

(laughs)

When I see the harmless games

you play, Mr. Montgomery,

I'm simply bored.

(gunshot)

(ominous music)

(rattling)

(laughs)

Now, this, Mr. Montgomery,

has been what I call a real game.

(sighs)

Good night.

- Oh, yeah, good night.

Uh, Jennifer?

In the, uh, future we must make an effort

not to bore our house guest again.

(scoffing)

(pigeons cooing)

Jennifer!

What's this stuff burning
on the stove, huh?

Can't you do one thing at a time?

- [Jennifer] It's not exactly a tragedy.

- If you're going to
take care of the house,

why don't you do it?

- [Paul] I don't mind that
woman staying in the house,

but if she's gonna turn
you into a scatterbrain.

- [Jennifer] It has
nothing to do with Lisa!

- [Paul] Oh, no?

It's a funny coincidence then,

that I feel a little left
out ever since she came.

- [Jennifer] Paul, please, not so loud.

(slaps)
Ow!

- You think, Mr. Montgomery,

you should take that out on me?

- Well, now that you're
here, Mrs. Schindler,

there is something I'd like to tell you.

- Yes?

(slaps)
- Ow!

(laughing)

- Jennifer?

Jennifer?

(Jennifer and man laughing)

- [Jennifer] Sh!

(laughing)

Hurry!

(laughing)

- Jennifer.

- [Jennifer] Sh!

Who is it?

- Who is it?

Open the door!

Well.

- I was resting.

I didn't think you'd be back so soon.

- Resting, huh?

Resting.

Where's Lisa?

Well?

- In the park.

- What's this?

What is it?

(sighs)

- Paul!

Please!

- Yes, Paul.

Please.

After all, we guaranteed
Norman you'd understand.

(scoffs)

Just following instructions,
Mr. Montgomery.

- Yeah.

- Pretending, you know.

(laughs)

- Three against one, that's pretty dirty.

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

(doorbell ringing)

- J-Jennifer?

Jennifer?

You were going to sign and return copies

of these last week, Jennifer.

It's, um.

It's not like you to forget
such simple business matters.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to, uh,

intrude with such conventional affairs.

(laughing)

(wind chimes tinkling)

- Here comes the neighborhood animal.

I don't know who thought
up that little scheme

the other day, but I don't
think he should get off free.

- Paul, Lisa's waiting
for me at the museum.

- Now, it, uh, it won't take long.

Just bait the trap.

- You mean, with a little cheesecake?

(whistling)

- Morning, Mrs. Montgomery.

- Come in.

You're just in time to do me a favor.

- What's that?

- It's my zipper.

(laughs)

It's stuck or something.

- Oh?

Don't tell me, uh, Mr.
Montgomery couldn't do this?

- Oh, he's not at home.

- Oh, yeah?

- Thank you.

- Uh.

Anything else?

Huh.

- Just pretendin' again, huh, Norman?

And you?

- It's not what you think, Paul.

- [Paul] Uh-huh.

- [Norman] Hey, come on!

- Okay, pally, you've
been askin' for this.

You, uh.

You want a look, huh?

Can look, 'cause it's your last one.

- Hey, man!

You've got it all wrong!

- [Jennifer] No, Paul!

(gunshots)

(panting)

- (laughs) Hello, Norman.

(laughs)

You, uh, wanna play games with us,

you're just gonna have to
learn how to take it, huh?

(gunshot)
(screams)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, Paul!

- Who touched this gun?

They were all blanks, not two of them.

The real bullets were in
the one with the nick, I.

Oh, my God.

- Paul.

Paul.

He's not dead.

Paul, he's not dead!

He's not.

Not really.

He's not!

He can't be!

He's not!

(sobbing)

(door clicks)
(gasps)

- Jennifer?

- It's Lisa.

Get her out of here.

Come on, Jennifer.

- I, I want to call the police.

- Uh, we killed him.

Um, I mean, whether we
meant it or not, I mean.

You teased him, and I killed him.

Honey, it's not a case of
self-defense, now, is it, huh?

Is it?

- No!

- Jennifer!

- Um, come on, come on,
get her out of here.

- Uh, what'll I say?

- Um.

- Ouch!

- Sorry, honey, now go get her to fix it.

- Jennifer, what is it?

- Th-the coffee, I spilled it!

- Oh, it's really scalded.

- There's a special lotion.

- No, no, even better, I'll get
some butter from the icebox.

- No, Lisa, no!

Please, the lotion.

At the drugstore, please.

- All right.

All right.

Now, you lie down, I'll be right back.

(ominous music)

- Th-there was no delivery, he never came.

Understand?

Put these things away.

When she comes back, try
and keep her out of here.

For God's sakes, keep her
out of the maid's room.

(breathing heavily)

(ominous music)

(whirring)

(bell dings)

Just as long as it isn't
a third-degree burn,

- I'm sure this'll make Mrs. Montgomery

a lot more comfortable.

- Okay, thank you.

- Mrs. Schindler.

- Oh, Dr. Edwards.

- Something wrong with Jennifer?

- No, not really, just a minor burn.

- My dear, there's no such thing
as a completely minor burn.

Come.

I'm going right past the house.

- [Lisa] Jennifer?

- Uh, get her, uh, out, huh?

Um, sleeping pills.

Give her some sherry or something.

Give her a couple, somehow.

Well, come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

- I thought you were gonna lie down.

- I was straightening up the kitchen.

Keep my mind off my wrist.

- Oh, Jennifer, there you are.

- I ran into the doctor in the pharmacy.

- Let me see that wrist.

Mm, can't we get a better light than this?

- In the bathroom.

- Good.

Now, if you'll just sit there.

Perfect.

Mm, that's not too bad,
except for the pain.

May I have that ointment, please?

Thank you.

I remember once as a
child you burned yourself

trying to build a fire
in your doll's house.

(chuckles)

(gasps)

Oh, I'm sorry.

- What are you looking for?

- A bandage, some cotton.

- No, not cotton.

Gauze or soft linen.

There.

In another six hours, you can change

the dressing and put on some more.

Did you find anything?

An old sheet, a pillowcase,
anything like that?

- Of course, in the linen closet.

- No!

It-it's all right.

Really, please.

It's all right, really.

- No, no, my dear, it must be bandaged.

An old pillowcase would be fine.

(sighs)

There.

If it throbs, just hold it up.

Don't try to lift anything heavy.

And don't go making any more
fires in your dollhouse.

- Be right back.

(sighs)

Well, it was very lucky
running into you, Doctor.

- [Doctor] Not at all, Mrs. Schindler.

Not at all.

- Goodbye.

(ominous music)

Hey, that's a good idea.

You know, I had a friend who used to say

that alcohol was the first real medicine.

He must have thought he
had a serious disease,

judging by the amount
of medicine he drank.

(door knocking)

- Yes?

- I want to speak to that boy Norman.

- Ah, Miss Beattie, I have no time.

- I was watching out my front window.

I'm sure I saw him come in.

No, no, no, that was yesterday.

- Well, he promised to bring
Valentino's kitty litter.

- Ah, look, Valentino.

He can play in our yard,
anyplace at all, okay, huh?

- Well, aren't you snappy?

(Valentino meows)

Here's the kitty litter.

- Oh.

- Right here.

- Well, he must have forgot it yesterday.

- This means you've got

a few of my trading
stamps, Mr. Montgomery.

- Oh, yeah.

Uh, here!

- Mr. Montgomery! (giggles)

Valentino, look, isn't he a nice man?

(giggles)

- Paul?

What did she want?

- She, uh, thought she
saw him come in here,

but uh, she's confused
enough to forget about it.

Where's Lisa?

- Asleep on the couch.

- Pills?

Thank God.

I don't know if, uh, what
she's told us about herself

is true or not, but I know one thing.

If she ever found out about this,

she wouldn't just turn us in.

She'd bleed us dry.

- Then why don't we get out of it?

Call Harry, he's a lawyer.

There must be some way out.

- Sure.

Five, 10 years in jail.

Suppose, um.

Suppose it were just two years
for you as an accomplice?

- I'll call the police right now.

- And, uh, five for me.

That's the least I'd get.

(sighs)

Gotta get this out of here.

Out of, out of this part of the city.

Take a ride to the Statue of Liberty.

- Now?

- You take care of the gun,
and I'll take care of the body.

We mustn't waste any time.

I love you.

(water swishing)

(wind chimes tinkling)

(Jennifer moaning)

(rustling)

(thudding)

(ominous music)

(Paul grunting)

- Norman?

(sighs)

- Norman.

Gettin' rid of a body, that's one thing.

A statue, that's quite different.

If Lisa should say anything,

tell her it's our latest acquisition.

(hair dryer whirs)

Hello?

Is this Martinson's Grocery?

Uh, this is, uh, Paul
Montgomery, 11 East 64th Street.

We ordered some groceries
late yesterday afternoon.

Well, we never got them.

Could you, uh, check that
order and send them now?

Well, it certainly isn't our mistake.

Thank you.

- Do we have to do that?

- We have to do everything as
though nothing has happened.

Um, when that boy comes,
see if you can find out

what they think has happened to Norman.

- Where are you going?

- Going to the club.

Try to catch Sandy Peterson there.

He has a house in Maine, on
an island north of Bar Harbor.

Well, he's been trying
to swap me something

for one of Terry's statues
for quite some time.

And I wouldn't be surprised if,

on the way over there in
this little boat of his,

I had some sort of unfortunate accident.

(ominous music)

- Want some more?

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it.

It's Norman with the groceries.

Right here, Norman.

- Oh, I'm Arthur, ma'am.

Uh, Norman's not at the store today.

- Where is he?

- Vacation, I guess.

He said he was gonna go next week, but.

Mr. Berwick swears he sent
these things over yesterday.

- I've been out of flour for a week.

- Yes, ma'am.

Well, have a nice weekend, ma'am.

- Thank you.

(sighs)

You know that last
night I could not sleep?

I heard voices.

Strange sounds.

Cards calling me.

And when I listened,
there were two voices.

Two very loud voices.

They came back constantly, whether I asked

about myself, you or Paul.

(speaking in foreign language)

Now.

There's a tower.

Or a house.

It's been struck by some catastrophe.

Now let's see the other card.

(ominous music)

Death.

(wind chimes tinkling)

(sighs)

(gasps)

- Oh!

(lock clicks)

(water running)

This is Mrs. Montgomery.

Is my husband there?

Paul Montgomery, please.

(phone ringing)

- Mr. Montgomery.

- Thank you.

Hello?

Uh, you're gonna have to talk louder,

honey, I can't hear you.

- In the bathroom, there's blood, Paul.

I'm afraid to speak louder.

- What?

- Blood.

- Well, it's probably mine.

I nicked myself shaving this morning.

- You what?

- Nicked!

Look, uh, this is impossible.

I can't talk now.

I'll get home as soon as I can.

(clock chiming)

(water dripping)

- Lisa?

Lisa?

Lisa?

(bird peeping)

(crashing)
Ah!

(meowing)

(meowing)

(elevator whirring)

Lisa?

(phone rings)

- Jennifer.

Look, uh, what day were you born on?

- Lisa, where are you?

- Oh, I'm in a simply marvelous shop,

and I want to cast your horoscope.

So I need some details.

- Get the hour.

- Did you hear that?

- Yes.

In the morning sometime.

(sighs)

Sunday, eight or nine.

I really can't remember
what my mother told me.

Lisa, come home, please, please!

- What is it?

What's the matter?

- It's, it's nothing.

I'm sorry.

I'll see you later.

- That's strange.

The idea of the horoscope
seemed to upset her.

Oh!

Perhaps.

(wind chimes tinkling)
(Valentino yowling)

(ominous music)

(dog barking)

(ominous music)

(music grows louder)

- Jennifer!

Come.

Do you feel it, too?

It's a spirit.

An uneasy spirit.

And I feel it most
strongly in certain places.

(ominous music)

(music grows louder)

(loud rustling)

(bell dinging)

(ball clanking)

Oh, spirit.

Restless wanderer, uneasy.

Voyager in the limbo,

we heed thy presence.

And ask

if we may intercede

on your behalf.

Speak to us.

Who wait in sympathy

for your restlessness.

Speak!

Speak!

(man shouts)
(gasps)

- Again, spirit.

Again.

Your pain is heard.

(footsteps thudding)

- Oh, Paul!

What is it?

- Uh, it, it was just a dream.

- Of what?

- Uh.

Dark, uh, dark shadow.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe.

He was holding me, he was
trying to strangle me.

- Who?

- Um, I, uh.

A shadow, I couldn't say.

A dark shadow.

- Close, spirit, close!

Ah, spirit.

You're with us now.

We hear you.

We hear you!

Speak to us.

- No!

No, stop it!

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- What is it?

Honey, there's nothing.

It's okay.

There's nothing.

There's nothing, it's all right.

It's all right.

(bell tolling)

(wind chimes tinkling)

(rattling)

- [Paul] Jennifer.

- Where's Lisa?

- What?

- Lisa!

Is she safe?

- Well, of course she's safe.

So are you.

You're, uh, sure having this thing

makes you feel better, huh?

- He's still in the house.

- Please.

That's ridiculous.

- You saw him!

- No, I didn't.

- He tried to strangle you.

- That was just a dream!

(phone rings)

Hello.

Oh, Mr. Bradley.

Thank you for calling back.

Yes, I know it's Sunday, but I, uh

had to get that shipment off to Maine

a little earlier than I thought.

Uh, today, if possible.

Tomorrow, huh?

- No!

- No, Mr. Bradley, that won't do.

I have to be in Maine tomorrow.

Well, I expect to pay more.

Thank you, sir.

(sighs)

(scoffs)

Four o' clock this afternoon.

(wind chimes tinkling)

(sighs)

(hammering)

- Well.

That's it.

I've packed my trunk.

We.

Never did complete that order
to dear Countess Danielle.

Did we?

- You don't have to go.

- Your husband and myself, we
talked it over this morning.

And I'm afraid the
influence of a third person

in your marriage is a
little bit disturbing.

- No.

I think I was a little stronger
than that, Mrs. Schindler.

Last night you terrorized Jennifer.

She saw a--
- What?

I saw nothing.

- Well, neither did I.

Still, you had her
practically out of her mind.

I think that's carrying those games

you play a little too far.

Mr. Montgomery, last night,
I was not playing your game.

I was just trying to help.

I'll come for my trunk tomorrow.

Now I must get back to work.

You know, we work on a quota system,

and I have slipped a little behind.

Goodbye.

And thank you.

(somber music)

- Well.

I'll, uh, call you tomorrow
when it's over, huh?

- Please.

(somber music)

(steam hissing)

(slow, light music)

(meowing)

(moves into ominous music)

(wind howling)

(meows)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

(wind chimes tinkling)

(men on TV whooping)
(gunshots)

(cattle bawling)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(gasps)

(whistling)

(ominous music)

(breathing heavily)

Operator?

(whistling)

(gasps)

(electricity crackling)
(birds chirping)

(gunshots)
(screaming)

- Jennifer?

(sighs)

Operator?

Get me the police, please.

Hello?

I, uh, want to report a murder.

No, no, not me.

My wife.

(siren wailing)
(people chattering)

- I've got a call in to Wilson
Kaiser to handle the case.

He'll charge a small
fortune, but he's worth it.

And since she's clearly in no condition

to handle her own affairs,

I'll see to it that you're
appointed guardian immediately.

Paul.

I just don't want you to worry.

- Harry, please?

- God knows, Paul, it's a
sad way to utilize a fortune,

but if it'll help Jennifer,
spend it for that purpose.

(dramatic music)

(siren wails)
- Mr. Montgomery?

We'll need a statement from
you down at headquarters.

(ominous music)

- Two small Daumier
lithographs, one Cocteau poster.

Oh, and of course, last but not least,

A Man in a Chair by Terry Tower.

- Mm.

Um, 4,300 for that, huh?

- Oh, yes.

It was all included in
yesterday's certified check.

(laughs) Quite a handsome total

for such an overnight selling
spree, Mr. Montgomery.

- Oh, yes.

Uh, you know, uh, I tried my hand

at one of those things not too long ago.

$36 worth of plaster,
chicken wire and sand.

- Sand?

- Oh, yes, um, two bags.

Two bags full, uh, inside.

I wanted it to have a
little more, uh, body.

(laughs)

- Yes, indeed.

Good day, sir.

- Good day, sir.

(whistling)

(ominous music)

- Can the master of the house

tear himself away from his work?

- I should, uh, do this
kind of work every day, huh?

(laughs)

- Anyone who's got enough sense

to employ me as a business partner

can expect profitable operation.

A toast.

- To, uh, to Switzerland, land of

untraceable, anonymous bank accounts.

That's where I met Jennifer.

Bumming around a ski resort.

You can make a lot of nice
contacts around a ski resort.

- Oh, yes.

We should know about that, shouldn't we?

- Then, I thought I'd go to Portugal.

Look up some friends.

There's this guy I knew in the army.

Terribly rich.

Married a girl I hated to lose.

Well, I guess you're dying
to know the final count, huh?

Or, uh, would you rather
count it yourself?

- Oh, come on, Paul.

We're not back one year ago in Vermont,

two strangers meeting on a cable car,

striking up conversation.

It's done now.

Of course I trust you.

(laughs)

- Okay.

(sighs)

10% of everything.

That's 43,900.

I made it an even 45.

I guess I'm just feeling
a little generous today.

I, uh, even sent Norman's
family $1,500 for the funeral.

- 15?

But I thought he was expecting 500.

- Well, he was expecting
blanks, not bullets.

(laughs) Frankly, I think he
would have done it for nothing.

You should have seen him
when he tried on that makeup.

I, uh, guess I'm one of your weirdos now,

huh, Mr. Montgomery?

(imitates Norman laughing)

- Mm-hm.

- And I, uh, thought for losing the game,

he deserved a little bonus.

(wind chimes tinkling)

Ah.

Aw, poor Norman.

With all his fantasies.

Amateurs should not play
games with professionals, huh?

- I've always noticed that
professionals have a way

of dealing with things very

simply, very directly.

- You wouldn't, uh, call my scheme

exactly simple, would you?

(groans)

- Precisely the point.

(breathing heavily)

(glass resonating)

- No. (grunts)

(resonating grows louder)

(wind chimes tinkling)

(ominous music)

- So.

Overcome by grief,

he took his life.

We bought a new house.

We miss you.

Love, Bob and Jane.

(wind chimes tinkling)

(crashing, dramatic music)

(ominous music)