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(grand music)

(birds chirping)

- Just look at it.

Exactly like the pictures in the guidebook.

I bet it's a fantastic view from up there.

- Oh, Jane, we're not going all the way

up to the top, are we?

- You don't have to but I certainly am.

- Well, you know how I feel about heights.

- I didn't come all the way up here

just to look at it from ground level.

Besides, we'll get some great pictures.

Come on, Cathy.

- Whatever you say, Jane.

(birds chirping)

(footsteps clicking)

(wind whistling)

(camera shutter clicking)

(Jane screaming) (dramatic music)

- [Jane] Cathy, help!

(Jane screaming)

(tense music)

(gentle music)

- Jane, are you ready?

(people speaking faintly)

(clock ticking)

(woman screaming)

- I thought I was dreaming.

- No.

- It was a scream!

A woman's scream.

- An animal or someone having a nightmare.

Goodnight, Miss Pendy.

- Goodnight.

(clock ticking)

(wind whistling)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- [Man] Morning!

- [Woman] Oh!

Oh, I've forgotten to get the girl to pack you a lunch.

- Don't bother, I'll be back before then.

- No, no, I'll do it myself.

- I said don't bother.

Okay?

Oh, by the way,

did you and Arthur get into another fight last night?

- No, why?

- You didn't hear it then?

- Hear what?

- Doesn't matter.

See ya.

(door latch clicking)

- Oh, Arthur, for heaven's sake.

- Just wanna have a look at the paper.

- You know I don't like people to see you like that,

we have a standard to maintain.

- I know, I know,

we have a standard to maintain.

Much as she can do to see her egg.

Anything there?

- What do you think?

Bills, as usual.

I didn't hear you come to bed last night.

- I sat up for a while.

- I know.

I found the bottle.

Number four is taken so don't disturb her.

- Good morning!

- Morning.

(Cathy tapping) - Jane!

Jane?

Good morning.

- Good morning, Miss More, isn't it?

I'm Alice Lewis, you met my husband last night.

- Oh, indeed, we did.

Well, she's up bright and early this morning.

- I beg your pardon?

- My cousin, Jane.

We were going down to the river this morning.

But I didn't think she'd make it,

not after that drive yesterday.

Anyway, when she gets back,

would you please tell her that I am having my breakfast?

- Yes, of course.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- [Alice] I do wish you'd tell me these things.

You said we only had one arrival last night.

- [Arthur] That's right.

- One arrival, two people.

Where'd you put the other girl, seven?

- What other girl?

- Miss More's cousin.

- You got it wrong again, Miss More arrived alone.

- [Alice] Come on, Arthur, don't be silly.

- About 9:30, Catherine More, American from Los Angeles

arrived alone, went straight up to her room,

number four, go check the register.

- Oh, well, I did.

Well, Arthur, I've just this moment been talking to her,

she asked about her cousin,

I got the impression she was staying here, too.

- Got the wrong impression then, didn't you?

Check the register.

Always check the register.

(suspenseful music)

- Ah, good morning, Mrs. Lewis.

- Morning, Miss Pendy.

Everything all right?

- Oh, very nice, thank you, very nice.

- Miss More, you must think me awfully stupid but,

well, what time do you expect your cousin?

- Well, any minute now, I assume.

The river's not very far, is it?

- [Alice] The river?

- Well, unless she changed her mind and took a stroll

down through the village.

At any rate, she's gonna hate missing this--

- Miss More, you are speaking

as though your cousin were already staying here.

- Oh, but she is.

- Oh, but.

- Oh, I see, I'm sorry.

There's been some mistake.

I know that you weren't here last night when we arrived,

but I'm sure your husband will explain it to you.

- Excuse me. - Mm-hmm.

- She must be mad!

- Why?

- Or were you just too drunk last night to remember,

is that it?

- Yeah, I...

- The American girl, Arthur,

she insists her cousin was staying here, too!

- [Arthur] Miss More?

- [Cathy] Mr. Lewis.

- Morning. - Good morning.

I hope you got things straightened out.

- Hm?

- Well, I mean, your wife.

She seemed a little confused.

I hope you explained.

- Explained what?

- Oh, about my cousin Jane!

- Who arrived here last night?

- Yes, that's right.

You see--

- Miss More, Miss More, I checked you in, just you.

You were alone.

- I mean, what is this,

some kind of quaint old English custom or something?

Where's Jane?

- What are you up to?

You out to make trouble--

- Yes, now, just a minute,

just a mention.

- No, I-- - You arrived here last night,

together with your cousin, is that what you're saying?

- Yes, of course--

- Then she would've had to sign the register,

I never overlook that.

- No matter what, he never overlooks that.

- Well, she signed the register,

she signed it right--

- I think I'd better call a doctor.

- She's at,

No, no, now, now, now wait a minute.

Now, you took our bags up.

You said the porter was off-duty.

- Well, Parminter was off last night.

- Yes, indeed, I did take your bags up,

just yours, you were alone.

- You put me in number four, right?

- Yes.

- And then you put my cousin, Jane, in number seven!

Number seven!

Number seven!

- I brought her luggage up?

- Now, look, if this is some kind of joke,

it's gone far enough.

I get it now,

Jane put you up to this, didn't she?

All right, where is she?

- Miss More, why don't you come downstairs,

have a cup of tea, and lie down for a while?

- Now, wait a minute!

There was a large tartan case

and a small, brown leather bag with her name on it.

Why are you lying?

Why is he lying?

- He's not lying, why should he lie to you?

- Wait a minute.

Jane Howard!

Tall, American, brunette!

He even made a joke about that.

Um, "Gentlemen prefer blonds but I'm no gentleman."

- Woman's off her nut.

- No, Jane was here!

- [Arthur] I am going to get a doctor.

- I don't need a doctor!

There was somebody else.

The lady who is down there at breakfast now.

- Miss Pendy?

- Yes, that,

that one, yes!

- Then ask her.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

- Do you recognize me?

- Yes, you were at breakfast just now.

- No, no, no, before that.

Um, last night, you were sitting just here--

- Yes, I was watching--

- Watching the-- - The television.

- Yes!

- I like this big screen, you see, and I usually--

- And you saw me check in,

last night about 9:30.

- Ah, was that when it was?

- Then you did see me?

- Yes, of course, dear.

- And my friend?

- Friend?

- The girl who was with me, tall, brunette.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Then you did see her?

- Well, I must've seen her if you say she was here

but, between you and me, dear,

my eyesight isn't what it was.

That's why I like this big screen, you see.

Now, what did you say your friend looked like, hm?

(clock ticking)

- You satisfied?

Hm? - Oh, for Pete's sake,

am I gone crazy?

- That was our first assumption, yes.

- No!

No!

No, Jane was here!

Right here, I saw her!

You saw her, she signed this...

What have you done to her?

Where is she?

Jane!

Oh, what have you done?

Jane, Jane!

- Stop it, stop it! - What have you done to her?

- Stop it, stop it!

You're going to leave this hotel now.

There'll be no charge,

but you're going to get into your car and leave!

- Leave?

- Yes, we don't want any trouble.

- I, I can't leave, not without Jane.

- There wasn't any Jane.

(wind whistling)

- [Arthur] You understand me?

- Why, you think I'm crazy.

Well, I think you're lying!

Oh, we'll just let the police decide.

Look, I can just as easily call from someplace else.

- No, Alice, no, I promised you.

- You were drinking last night.

- Yes, yes, I know I was drinking.

I wasn't drunk, though.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

Her cousin was never here.

(car motor humming)

(tense music)

(door latch clicking)

- Miss More?

- Yes.

- My name's Dexter.

This is Reeves, Michael Reeves.

- How do you do?

- It's a nice day.

(clock ticking)

Now, you must be Mr. Lewis.

- Yes, I'd like to say, here and now,

this girl is either raving mad or--

- Yes, well, I'll get to it in a moment, sir, but first,

I'd like to have a word with Miss More in private,

can you please suggest somewhere quiet?

- Well, there's the bar, it isn't open yet.

- Excellent.

- If you would follow me. - Mm-hmm.

Michael, would you?

- Miss More?

- We'll get to you in a moment.

Right, you gave us the bare bones on the phone.

Can we have some details, please?

(Arthur sighing)

- Don't you ever learn?

- And then, um, in London we rented a car, the one outside.

We drove straight down to the country.

We just wanted to roam around

and look at some ancient monuments.

(wind whistling)

And then, um, the last couple of nights, we, uh,

we spent in a motel, just Jane and me.

We always got along.

Always looked out for each other.

Always.

(wind whistling)

Um, I, uh, I told you we were cousins, didn't I?

- Yes, you told us.

- Yes, well, then last night, we, uh,

we came here, Jane and me.

We came here, to this hotel.

Here!

- Mr. Lewis?

- Yes?

- Ah, could you spare a moment, sir?

Just exactly when did she drop this bombshell?

- This morning when she came down to breakfast.

- But last night, when she arrived and registered,

she seemed all right to you then?

- Yes, of course.

If I'd known then that she was nutcase.

- Ah, funny one. - Yeah.

- A very funny one.

Convincing, though.

- You don't believe her?

- Look at the register.

- I did.

Yes, well, we'll get this cleared up soon as we can, sir.

You can never tell with women, can you?

No, you can never tell with women.

Follow me.

- May I go up now, please?

- I'm afraid not, not yet.

We have to get the man's side of things.

We do that, you know, even in a case of rape.

- Nobody's been raped.

- Ah, no body, as that's the key word, isn't it, no body.

Miss More says she had a friend.

Your husband says no.

- Well, if this girl had been--

- Well, she was just here.

- Yes, yes, well, we'll talk shall we, eh?

Clear the air, hm?

Why don't we all sit down?

Come on, all.

That's better.

Now, I've listened to Miss More and she's convinced me,

so now it's your turn, Mr. Lewis, you convince me.

You stand firm on this?

- Yes. - Yes.

Well, the first thing to do is to make sure

that Jane Howard does exist.

- What'd you say?

- Oh, you're certain, of course,

but I have to be as well, don't I?

Now, last night you stayed here.

The night before you stayed where?

- Uh, just outside Bristol.

- In a motel.

- Yes. - Yes, you have proof?

- Yes, yes!

I've been collecting these all along.

A friend of mine back home has a collection.

Here, that's where we stayed.

- Michael.

Mm-hmm, check.

Oh, and Michael, while you're about it,

you might see if you can get Superintendent Davis over here.

- Superintendent?

Yes, sir.

- A second opinion's always useful.

(machinery clicking)

(Dexter whistling)

- Would anyone like a drink?

The bar is open.

- It's early for me.

- Miss More, a brandy might put some sense into you.

- No, thank you.

- Well, I'll need one.

Arthur?

- Can't let you drink alone.

(wind whistling)

- I phoned the motel.

You're in the register, Miss More,

but no Jane Howard.

- No.

Yes, yes.

You see, Jane was parking the car,

so I registered for both of us, it was easy.

I know the staff must remember.

- Mm-hmm.

Anonymous places, motels.

You drive in, out, away.

Don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to.

That's why they're so popular with some people.

- Jane was with me.

- Yes, well, we'll just have to check with immigration now,

though that will take a little longer, of course.

But they'll know when Jane Howard arrived in the country.

Or if.

Michael, immigration.

And, Michael, what about Davis?

- On his way.

- Well, keep me informed.

- I'd like to speak to her alone.

- Use the bar.

You can even have a drink if you like,

isn't that right, Mrs. Lewis?

Follow me, would you?

And while you're talking,

we shall be taking a look around,

uh, that to include your room, Miss More.

- Yes.

- Michael. - Of course.

- We can have a nice, long chat and no interruptions.

Do sit down.

- I didn't have any luck.

They're not biting.

Not the fish, anyway.

See you later.

- Tell me more about Jane.

Describe her.

- Well, she's about my height, dark,

25 years old.

- About the same as you?

- Well, I'm 26.

- And you both came from Los Angeles?

- Yes.

Look, don't you think we should be out looking for Jane?

I mean, we-- - Please sit down, Miss More.

- All right.

- What do you do in Los Angeles, now?

- I'm a stenographer.

- And you've been touring Europe for six weeks?

- Almost.

- They must pay you well.

- Oh, (chuckling) no, that was Jane.

She wanted to come to Europe

but she didn't wanna come by herself,

so she financed both of us.

- So this Jane is wealthy, is she?

- Well, she's on the lucky side of the family, yes.

- What about your side?

Your father, for instance?

What does he do?

- I really don't know now.

I haven't seen him in about 10 years.

Not since he divorced my mother.

- But you see her?

- Not very often.

Um, she remarried.

Sort of drifted.

- So you're an emotional orphan then?

- Well, I hardly think of myself as an orphan.

I mean, I usually think of orphans as being,

well, you know, children.

- Will you describe yourself as a lonely girl, Miss More?

- Well, I'm not particularly gregarious,

if that's what you mean.

- And Jane's your closest friend?

- Yes.

Look, I've known her all my life.

We get along.

Look, what kind of policeman are you, anyway?

- I'm not a policeman, Miss More.

I'm a psychiatrist.

- Ah, found anything?

- Not yet.

- Well, I'll finish up in here,

you get along to room number seven,

that's where the other one's supposed to have stayed.

- [Michael] All right.

(Dexter whistling)

(tense music)

- How much longer will they be?

- It doesn't matter, does it?

- What?

- No matter how long they take,

they're only going to find out the same thing.

Aren't they, Ar?

- You know as much as I do.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Michael, found anything?

- Afraid not. - Ah.

- Bed hasn't been slept in, not a crease in it.

- Mm-hmm.

- The towels haven't been used either.

- Mm, no hairs on the sink either.

There usually are with women.

Remember that, Michael?

- Yes.

- Yes, sir.

You've not been calling me sir much lately.

I'd like you to call me sir occasionally.

- Yes, sir. - Mm.

So, she was lying.

Making it up.

- Or she's mental.

Sir. - Mm.

- [Davis] Excuse me.

- Well? - I don't know.

- That's what I got you here for, so we would know.

- Well, I've only spoken to her for a few minutes.

- Look, I'm not asking for established opinion, I get--

- She's upset and distraught.

- Oh, I knew that, that's not what I asked you--

- You should've told her who I was.

- Oh, Davis, Davis.

- All right, she has a background of rejection,

her father's divorced,

her mother is no longer a force in her life.

- Oh, save all that for a jury.

Is she a raving mad or isn't she?

- She's not mad, no, certainly not mad.

- Mentally disturbed then.

- Well, it's possible.

- Would she invent another girl?

- No, I'm sure Jane Howard exists,

or existed.

(clock ticking)

(wind whistling)

(Dexter chuckling)

- A nut, hm?

- Yeah.

- Oh, don't worry,

I'm an old hand at cracking nuts.

Shall I?

Thank you, Michael.

Right, so now, Miss More,

just a few more questions.

- Why do you keep asking me questions?

Why me?

He's the one you should be asking!

He knows what happened to Jane.

- Yes, but you're, uh,

you're the one making the accusations, aren't you?

So we'll have the whole story all over again,

from the first day you arrived in this country.

- How deep will they dig?

- Well, they have no need.

(clock ticking)

- I've told you!

I keep telling you!

- Tell me again.

You arrived here about 9:30 last night, right?

- Yes.

- You and Jane. - That's right.

We checked in.

He took our bags up.

- You saw nobody else at all.

- Well, there was the old lady--

- Ah, but she doesn't remember seeing a Jane,

you admitted that.

Was nobody else in the bar then?

- I don't know, I didn't notice.

But Jane was with me. - Mm.

- You've got to believe that.

(telephone ringing)

- Yes?

I see.

Uh, yes, fine.

Thanks.

(Michael tapping)

- [Dexter] Well?

- Immigration.

Jane Howard, American citizen,

did arrive in this country on the day she said.

- Davis said she existed, he was right, wasn't he?

So, there is a Jane Howard.

I wonder what happened between them.

- Sir?

- To make her concoct this yarn.

When did you quarrel?

- What? - You and Jane.

What was the fight about?

- Fight?

We didn't fight.

- Oh, come on.

Two girls living in each other's pockets

for six weeks or more.

You telling me you didn't have a difference

of opinion at least once?

- We had disagreements, yes.

- Yes, yes, yes, then you did quarrel?

- No!

- What about?

Take too long in the bathroom, did she?

- Not, I don't remember, it was never that important.

- But enough to make you part company, eh?

- No.

- [Dexter] She run out on you, or did you run out on her?

(wind whistling)

Well, which was it?

- I, I didn't run out on her.

- It was her then, Jane.

- No. - She did the disappearing,

didn't she? - No!

- A quick, silly argument and then (fingers snapping)

one day she was gone, yeah.

Hurt your pride, didn't it?

Threw you for a loop,

suddenly left all alone in a strange country,

something up here couldn't take it,

had to rationalize it,

so you invented this story.

Made trouble for a lot of people,

made yourself the center attraction

to compensate for your bruised ego.

You're a liar, aren't you, eh?

All women are.

The whole thing's just a load of drivel.

You and Jane parted company long before you got here.

You're just a dirty, stinking, little liar!

- No, (crying) please!

- And don't please me, I hate wasted time.

The sooner you start telling the truth,

the better I'll like it.

- I am telling you the truth,

I am! - You are--

- Ah. - Sorry,

the bar's closed for a while.

- For redecorating or a private convention?

- Just closed.

- Oh, uh, by the way,

the castle stays open 'til 7:30,

tell your friend that, will you?

- What?

- Perringham Castle, she wanted to know

what time it closes, 7:30.

- My friend?

- Yes, the girl that was with you last night,

I didn't get her name but--

- You saw her?

You actually saw her?

- I just said so.

(Cathy crying)

- You see?

I told you I'm not crazy.

- What's your name?

- That sounds like a policeman speaking.

- Yes, that's right.

- Eastman, Paul Eastman.

- Yes, and you say you saw two girls

arrive last night, Mr. Eastman, what time?

- I don't know, after nine.

- Mm-hmm, where were you?

- Upstairs in my room.

It overlooks the front entrance.

- Upstairs, it's getting pretty dark by then.

- Yes.

- Well, I mean you might've been mistaken,

it could've been just one girl you saw arrive.

- 'Course not, there were two of them,

I watched them unload their car.

But you can tell them that.

(Cathy crying)

- I have.

But they don't believe me.

They think I arrived here all alone.

- But I met the other girl.

- Met her?

- I've told you, she asked me about the castle.

- Where'd you meet her?

- Upstairs, she was en route from the bar through,

and we collided.

- En route to where?

- Her room.

- Which room?

- Next door to mine.

- Number seven?

- I don't know, I suppose so.

Would you mind telling me what's going on?

- The other girl, the one you spoke to has disappeared.

- Oh!

Oh, isn't that sweet?

Isn't that just great?

You finally admit she exists!

Now, will you please find her?

Please?

(suspenseful music)

(vacuum humming)

(suspenseful music)

- Your prints will be all over everything.

- Ours?

Well, you were here, too.

Only we weren't taking her seriously then,

were you, sir?

- I hate you, Michael.

- Take a look at this. - Hm?

What?

- Just down there.

- Hello.

- See?

- Yes.

What do we know about Lewis?

- Nothing.

- Well, we want to know, don't we?

(suspenseful music)

(Dexter sighing)

(suspenseful music)

- Yes, she did, several.

- What kind?

- Well, there were a couple with just plain gold ones,

and then there was one with stones.

- Stones?

- Yes, well, they weren't real, just paste but...

Where did you find that? - Hm.

- There. - Thank you.

- Ah, Mrs. Lewis, I'd like another word with your husband.

Sorry to badger you again, but I have a report to write

no matter how unlikely it may sound, you understand.

- Some tea?

- It's a rotten job.

Filthy, sometimes.

Still, better than some, eh?

I see life. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, it's a pity about her, Miss More.

Pretty girl. - Yes.

- You've noticed then?

- Oh, no, I,

Well, I mean, it's--

- I'm sorry. - I didn't mean that.

- But you agree with me, yeah?

Mm, you said yes.

- I always agree with the authorities.

- Do you?

Mm-hmm.

I expect you see life, too, eh, running a hotel, all sorts.

- Yes.

- Honeymoon couples, dirty weekends,

it must play havoc with your imagination.

You have got an imagination?

Yes, of course you have, I can tell!

You think about things!

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- You know exactly what I mean.

An old hotel like this, thin walls.

I'll bet you've flattened your ear a few times.

- No!

- Or wanted to, it's the same thing in my book,

wanting it or doing it.

With this difference, that if you do it,

I'll come down hard and heavy on you, Mr. Lewis.

Still, that's all just theory, eh?

Eh?

- Look, I would like to help you

in any way that I possibly can, but that girl--

- A bracelet, a bracelet found upstairs

in room number seven, hm?

Possibly belongs to your wife, no?

No.

What was it you said to Jane Howard?

"Gentlemen prefer blonds but don't worry,

"I'm no gentleman."

- I never saw her.

She was never here.

- Well, that's funny,

'cause I've got a witness says she was.

Two witnesses.

- Two? - Yeah.

- Mr. Dexter, I'm sorry to interrupt you--

- Please come in, Mrs. Lewis, that's quite all right.

You would help me identify this bracelet, if you would.

- Well, I've never seen it before.

- It's not yours, then?

- Mine, no.

- No, I knew it wasn't.

It belongs, or belonged, to Jane Howard,

the tall, dark, pretty one?

What's happened to her, Mr. Lewis,

what did you do to her?

- No.

- Jane Howard.

- That girl is lying.

I mean, you said yourself that she's a nutcase.

- Ah, that was before.

There's another witness now.

Mr. Eastman. - Paul!

- Paul Eastman, he saw her arrive.

- Couldn't have, he couldn't have.

- He did and-- - That's impossible!

- He spoke to her. - He couldn't have seen her!

- He spoke to her and what do you say about this, eh?

Hm?

No answer.

And this.

Look here.

The register, there's a page missing, cut close down,

hoping it wouldn't be noticed, hm?

Careless.

- But-- - Ah.

What is it, Michael, we can talk outside.

- Tell me.

- Hm?

- It's happened again, hasn't it?

Tell me, tell me, tell me!

- No!

- I won't be a minute.

I'd forgotten it. - Hm?

- It may not mean anything but last night, I heard a scream.

- A scream?

- Yes, it woke me up, Miss Pendy, too.

I thought then it might've been an animal.

- What time was that?

- Late, after twelve.

- The same thing all over again!

(Arthur yelling)

- Uh, Michael take Mrs. Lewis out, would you please?

- Mrs. Lewis?

- Ha.

- Yeah, why don't you sit down, Arthur?

It is Arthur, isn't it?

You don't mind if I call you Arthur?

- Mm.

- Have you ever been in trouble

with the police before, Arthur?

No?

Well, that's funny.

They don't usually get things wrong--

- Oh, for Pete's sake, that was 10 years ago!

- Yes, yes, yes, that's right.

Well, as a matter of fact, slightly more than 10.

Now, let's see, assault on a young girl,

bodily harm, too.

In fact, you damn nearly killed her, didn't you?

Yeah, so you see, you have been in trouble before.

Why didn't it come to trial?

- She dropped the charges and refused to give evidence.

- Oh, ho, convenient.

Still, that's a typical woman, eh?

Changeable, eh, Arthur?

Never trust a woman, eh, hm?

- [Arthur] Mm.

- What happened, Arthur?

Tell me what happened.

I'd like to know.

- It was late, I'd been drinking.

I just saw her by the side of the road

and I stopped to give her a lift.

- Saw who?

What?

Oh, no, no, no, not that one.

I've got all the dirty details on that one.

No, Jane Howard!

- And I told you, I never saw her!

(Dexter laughing)

- Oh, Arthur, come along,

we can do better than that, can't we, eh?

Here, I'll tell you what.

Tell you what, I'll theorize for a bit,

shall I lead you up the little crooked path?

Now, let's see, um.

You showed her to her room, eh?

And fancied her, didn't you, Arthur?

So then what, you went away,

and you had a drink, perhaps, hm?

Yes, yes, I think you would have a drink.

A drink and a think about her,

and then another drink, and another drink,

and then back up the stairs to her room.

It'll be late now, wouldn't it?

After midnight, hm?

And she doesn't know what you want at first,

but then she does, and then she screams.

- Oh, but you can't-- - And that panicked you.

She screams and then what?

- Nothing.

- What did you do to stop the screaming?

- She's dead.

I know she's dead.

- It was different this time, wasn't it?

You killed her this time,

'cause dead women can't drop charges or make them.

- She was never here!

- Yeah. - Never here!

- Bet that sobered you up,

'cause you had to get rid of the body, didn't you?

But not far, there wouldn't be time to take it far.

Just tell me where you put the bod,

will you? - I told you.

It would save us such a lot of time and trouble

if you just tell me where you put her body.

- I never saw Jane Howard!

- Oh, Arthur.

(Arthur yells)

- [Alice] Arthur!

- You want a lawyer.

Whatever for?

There's been no charge made.

I mean, call a lawyer, by all means,

but all that we can tell him is

you have been assisting us with our inquiries.

We'll chat again later, eh?

- No charge?

- Well, there's been no crime proved, has there?

It's all just hearsay and circumstantial.

Find the body, then I can pin something on him.

A mile radius to begin with, then extend.

All the help, every man you can get.

Don't worry.

She'll not be far.

(tense music)

(wind whistling)

(dogs barking)

Where'd you find him?

- The road down by the river.

I told him they're searching that immediate area now.

- [Dexter] Why did you run away, Arthur, hm?

Oh, Arthur, did you tire of my company?

- I wasn't running.

Just wanted to get away, that's all.

- [Dexter] Run away, get away, what's the difference?

- I wanted to be alone.

- [Dexter] Like Garbo?

- To think!

- Ha, get your story straight, eh?

Oh, I expect you've a lot to think about.

Just offering you a drink, Arthur,

you look as though you could do with one.

- No.

- No, need to keep a clear head, eh?

Where did you go, Arthur?

- Nowhere.

Just walked, walked, so.

- Found you at the river.

What'd you go there for, Arthur?

(dogs barking)

(dry leaves rustling)

There was a scream last night, just after midnight,

and then you silenced her, eh?

Eh?

- I never saw her, she was never here.

That girl is lying.

- But it's not just her any more!

Hey, you might've had a blackout.

Ever think of that?

Now, that would sound well in a trial, wouldn't it, eh?

A blackout, a mental aberration.

She was here, you did it,

but your mind has blotted it out.

- Blackout?

(Dexter laughing)

- That sparked your interest,

given you something to hold onto.

Well, all right, we'll play it that way.

You don't remember, hm?

After all, after all, you'd been drinking.

- Yes, I had been drinking, yes.

But I would remember.

(Michael tapping)

- Yes, talk to me.

Right.

I shall be leaving you now for a little while, Arthur.

But you won't run away again, will you?

No, I know you won't.

(somber music)

- There's no violence in him until he drinks.

No badness, it's just the drinking.

(tense music)

And there's nothing I can get for you?

- No, but thank you.

- Want some?

- No.

No, no!

No!

- Tell 'em the truth! - Oh, no!

- You're gonna tell them the truth!

(Arthur yelling)

Yes!

I'll put the knife to myself!

(Cathy screaming)

You'll tell 'em the truth!

Don't stop me!

Don't!

Don't!

- Arthur!

Arthur!

(dramatic music)

- Well, lucky you were around,

I don't like to lose a key witness.

Makes things untidy.

- I suppose that amounts to a confession.

- Oh, thanks.

Well, I keep forgetting, I've given up.

Confession, it depends exactly what he said.

- He just said a lot of mad things.

- Mm-hmm, but not I killed her?

- Perhaps I was just too busy

getting that razor away from him.

- Yeah, but he was going to attack Miss More?

- Oh, yeah, it looked like it.

- Yeah, that's nice, that helps.

- His wife may say different.

- Oh, wives.

Their evidence is always tinged

with prejudice in the eyes of a jury.

You're not married, Mr. Eastman?

- No.

- No, I thought not.

Neither am I.

It's funny.

You've not asked when you'll be able to see him.

They usually do ask.

(tense music)

- Alice.

Alice, I'll be moving on.

They have my address when,

if I'm needed.

You've got it, too.

- Yes?

- It worked, Cathy.

It worked perfectly.

- Yes, I knew it would.

Right from the start.

(tense music)

(Jane gasping)

- [Jane] Was I frightened, I mean really frightened.

Another second, lucky for me you were around, Paul.

It is Paul, isn't it?

- [Paul] That's right.

- [Jane] This is Cathy, and I'm Jane.

- [Paul] Cathy.

- [Jane] Dinner's on me tonight to pay you back.

After all, I owe you my life.

- [Paul] You're already paying me back, giving me this lift.

- [Cathy] Do you travel around a lot?

- All the time.

I have a little money, very little,

not enough to run a car on,

but I get around, see places.

It's better than working.

- Yes.

Anything's better than working.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- You wanted her to die.

You weren't gonna make a move to help her.

It would've been the same as murder.

- Yes.

She has the money.

If she dies, it comes to me.

- That's a good reason.

A very good reason.

Is it a lot of money? (tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicking)

- We'll never be back for dinner at this rate.

- Forget it.

What you're thinking, forget it.

They'd nail you straight away,

you've just too much motive.

Besides, I've got a better idea.

All that money, Cathy.

There'll be enough to share, won't there?

- Tell me.

- Someone with more reason to kill her,

someone with a better motive.

- You mean, pin it on somebody else?

- Not necessarily,

just enough to cast doubts, muddy up the issue,

lead them away from you.

- And I suppose you know someone like that?

And just how is it that you learned so much about him?

- His wife told me.

It was during a weak moment.

(Cathy chuckling)

- Oh, I see.

Well, I've been doing some thinking of my own

and I've come up with an idea.

It's a wild, crazy idea,

and it'll need very careful timing.

Like a moment when he's alone at the desk.

Is it possible?

- It's possible.

- Good, then it'll work.

Now, all you have to do (tense music)

is scout around and find a place where we can do it.

(suspenseful music)

Jane, are you ready?

Paul's coming with us.

He knows a great spot for a picnic.

(Jane groans) (dramatic music)

- It's like marriage, isn't it?

Worse than marriage, more binding.

- Look, I wanna get out of here.

I wanna get away from this place.

- All right.

- I wanna get out of here right now.

- All right!

- Now. - All right.

- Right now.

- But we have to leave separately.

Me first, you can pick me up 'round the corner.

Okay?

- Okay.

(car motor humming)

- Cathy, why here?

You don't wanna go back in there!

- Please. - Why?

- I don't know, I have to.

- If she dies.

Cathy!

(tense music)

Cathy!

Cathy!

Cathy.

Cathy!

Are you out of your mind?

(dramatic music)

- Sucker!

- Mr. Eastman gave me those.

Well, don't you see?

The same place you stayed at.

Coincidence, don't you think?

If he stayed at the same hotel,

that means he might have met your friend, Jane,

got involved, big coincidence.

I want to talk to him about it,

but I've not been able to find him yet.

We know he got into a car resembling yours

with a girl resembling you.

Yeah, you did pick him up, didn't you?

Where did you drop him?

Or is he still in there?

(Cathy laughing)

- Oh, where did I drop him?

Where did I drop him?

Where did I drop him?

(gentle music)