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(dramatic music)

- [Man] Right.

- I'm in great shape, aren't I, Doctor?

- [Man] Brilliant.

- Fantastic.

- [Man] Yes.

- The perfect specimen.

- [Man] If you say so.

- Oh, I do.

I mean it's obvious.

Just look at me.

Look at you.

We're about the same age, aren't we, Doctor?

- [Man] Close enough.

- Yes.

Certainly the same size.

I mean that jacket of yours would fit me perfectly,

wouldn't it?

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(briefcase clicks)

Perfect.

(eerie music)

(light clatter)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

So many people.

I'd almost forgotten there were so many people.

Oh, how pretty.

I had forgotten there were such pretty people.

- It's not something I'm in the habit of, you know.

Letting myself get picked up by strange men.

But there was something about you that...

Oh.

My husband.

Ex-husband.

I've been divorced for three years.

Well, what shall we drink to?

Our fortuitous meeting?

- Fortuitous?

No.

No, I made the running.

As soon as I saw you, I wanted...

To know you.

- Why?

Well, the street out there is full of pretty girls.

I mean I've often wondered,

how does a man make a choice like that?

- Well, there was something...

There was something about you.

Perfection.

- Perfection?

Oh come on.

- No, no, no.

I thought you were perfect, quite perfect.

- Well, you're not so bad yourself.

- Oh no, I'm flawed.

Like the occasional diamond.

But you are perfect.

And here we are in this perfect little apartment,

first meeting.

Atmosphere

is full of romantic tensions.

It's a perfect situation.

What a pity it won't last.

Well, it never does, does it?

The male, female relationship.

Starts out all pink and frothy,

and then you have the teeth in the glass,

hair curlers in bed,

the rows, the quarrels.

The disillusions.

That's why I like to end it at the pink and frothy stage.

- End?

- Yes.

While it's still perfect.

Hm?

The perfect end...

To a perfect meeting.

(woman choking)

(low key suspenseful music)

(mumbling)

Steve!

Steve!

Steve.

(man moaning)

Dr. Styles.

Sr. Styles!

- Spelling.

Spelling.

(alarm blares)

(rumbling)

- Allow me.

- Thank you.

- Is that all?

- No.

- No, the kitchen sink is coming by freight.

(sighs)

Well, my friends told me to take the car.

Actually I just came up here to see the cathedral.

They said, take the car.

- I said, no, no, no.

The train will be much more relaxing.

Anyway I'm not going to buy that much,

maybe a souvenir or two.

Well, your old English towns are very seductive,

you know.

- I'm glad you did.

Take the train.

Perfect way of meeting you.

You know, I feel I know you already.

- You only saw me a few seconds ago.

- Well, I'm a man of instant impulses.

And this way you present the opportunity.

As I usually I have to make the running.

- I didn't realize you Englishmen were so predatory.

- Well, not predatory at all, no.

No, I've been on this train for two hours now,

and I'm bored.

No offense.

Spelling.

Bob Spelling.

- Patricia Heron.

They call me Patty.

- Patty.

(horn blows)

- What do you do?

- Guess.

- I don't have an idea.

- Alright, then, I'll give you a clue.

If I were applying my work to you,

I'd say underpinning splendid,

penthouse area beautiful,

and the middle stories...

- You're a professional sex maniac.

(laughs)

No?

Well...

What, a surveyor?

- Architect.

- Ah.

Well, you're just the man I wanna see.

I told you I'm buying myself a house.

Well, it's a kind of a Victorian monstrosity,

but it has great possibilities for improvement.

I just don't have an idea in my head how to improve it,

that's all.

- Where is it?

- Meringmore.

Right out in the country.

- Tell me about it.

(knocking on door)

- Mrs. Carson?

Mrs. Carson?

(vacuum whirring)

(screams)

(rumbling, horn blaring)

- Came through here...

Then give you a...

Patio area.

Right through here.

- That's marvelous.

- Just some first wild ideas.

- Wild?

It's perfect.

- Until you know the hidden snags

I'm afraid perfection takes a little more than that.

Without actually seeing the place.

- That could be arranged, couldn't it?

- You don't even know if you could afford me.

- It's true.

But I'm sure we could work something out.

- Yes, I believe we could.

But I must warn you that my services come high.

- Ooh.

You are predatory.

- Yes, I am now.

But there's something about you.

- We've only just met.

- I told you I was a man of instant impulses.

I follow them through.

- Excuse me.

Thank you.

- I could make it tomorrow.

- Hm?

- To take you out to see my house.

- Well, yes, yes, that would be fine.

Why don't we do that?

And perhaps we can have dinner afterwards.

- Lovely.

Here's my address.

Oh, and I'd better know where to reach you

in case something goes wrong.

- Yes.

My card here.

- Thank you.

Take that.

- Thank you.

- I could make it about...12:00.

How's that?

- That would be perfect.

- Doctor?

Here.

Take these.

- [Man] Hours ago, you said.

- Well, it was this morning when he...

What time is it now?

- Past 3:00.

- Then it is hours.

God.

Inspe--

Inspector, look.

He's wearing my clothes.

Dark brown striped suit.

- Don't worry.

Could have changed a half a dozen times since then.

He's had time to be miles away,

time to be anywhere.

And God help anybody he picks up on the way.

(ominous music)

- Hello, Bob.

- Good God.

- I drew the curtains.

Just like old times.

- How'd you get in here?

- You don't ever change, do you?

The spare key was where it always was.

Just above the door.

Conventional.

- Yes.

Yes, I'm still the kind of man that doesn't like

his fiancee to be unfaithful to him.

- Oh, come on, Bob.

One tiny lapse.

- Yes, just the one I can prove.

- I explained.

- Yes.

Yes, your explanations were always persuasive.

- Persuasive in other ways too.

You haven't forgotten.

Oh, you can't have forgotten.

Can't we have a drink?

Relax.

- Get out, Jenny.

- Oh, Bob.

Oh, Bob.

- Jenny.

Will you get out?

Please, get out or I sweat I'll...

(Jenny laughs)

- You can't have forgotten, Bob.

We had something.

Something good.

- I was spoiled.

Now get out.

- I don't give up easily.

I'll be seeing you.

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(excited chatter)

- Uh-huh.

Spelling.

(doorknob rattles)

- Hi, it's me again.

Alright, alright, I don't mean to badger you.

(door closes)

My car wouldn't start.

I phoned the garage from a phone box across the road.

They're working on it now.

It shouldn't take long.

So I was forced back here by a...

A technical conspiracy.

Oh, come on.

You don't hate me that much, do you, Bob?

Make me stand outside in the cold?

Hey, can't we call a truce?

Maybe have a drink?

Come on, Bob.

What do you really think of me?

- I don't think of you.

- Hm, that's ironic.

Because I think of you, Bob.

Often.

We...

We had some good times.

- Jenny, I'm tired.

(car horn honks)

- That's my car.

Prearranged signal.

- I could obviously prove that one too.

- Oh well...

Oh, thanks for the drink.

- Jenny, don't come here again.

- Remember, I don't give up easily.

- Please, Jenny, for your own sake,

don't come here again.

- Okay.

I'll be seeing you.

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

- That was perfect.

Just perfect.

(eerie romantic music)

(woman screams)

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Dorothy.

Dorothy.

Dorothy!

Dorothy!

(Dorothy gasps)

(alarm blaring)

- I only got the briefest glimpse of him.

He was...

- Did he speak?

- No.

Wait a minute.

He...

He did...

Say something.

- Yes?

What did he say?

- I don't know.

It didn't make sense.

- Something about perfection?

- Why, yes.

- That's the man you saw, isn't it?

- Oh God.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

(doorbell buzzes)

(knock on door)

- [Woman] Bob?

(knock on door)

Bob, I know you're there.

(knock on door)

Bob!

Meanie.

Took the key away.

Spare key outside.

- Oh yes.

- But you still opened the door to me.

Why?

- I was curious.

- But you're not going to throw me out?

- Why should I want to throw you out?

You look wonderful.

- Hey, this is a different man today.

Back to normal.

I knew you couldn't completely forget.

What about that drink now?

- Drink?

Oh, yes, of course, what would you like?

- The usual.

(laughs)

Vodka martini.

Surely you haven't forgotten that.

- I was just kidding.

- You're actually smiling.

- It's a smile of...

Adoration.

- What?

- You smell good too.

Fresh.

- I didn't completely spoil everything then?

- Spoil?

I'm not going to let you spoil anything.

There won't be time.

(Jenny choking)

(eerie music)

(head piece clatters)

- Sorry, but Mr. McKay says you just have

approve these right away.

- Oh no.

(objects clattering)

- Yes.

(telephone ringing)

- [Patty] Hello?

- Yes.

- Bob?

Is this Bob Spelling?

- Yes.

- Oh, hi, this is Patty Heron.

Oh, no, don't tell me you've forgotten.

Yesterday on the train.

- [Man] Oh no, of course I remember you, Patty.

How are you?

- I'm fine.

Except I'm busy.

Busier than I expected as a matter of fact.

That's why I'm calling.

I don't want to cancel or anything like that.

It's, it's just that

I can't get away when I thought I could.

I still wanna take you out to see my house, though.

It's just that I'm gonna be late.

- That's alright.

- [Patty] Oh good.

The thing is, it would be easier

if I picked you up.

I've got my car and I don't work too far away

from where you are.

- [Man] Yes, well, fine.

- Okay, good.

Listen, I'm not gonna have time to change,

so you're just going to have to accept me

with all my imperfections.

- Imperfections?

- [Patty] Hm?

- You said imperfections.

- [Patty] Yeah, well, you know what I mean.

Listen, I could be there, by, I don't know,

12:00, 12:30.

How's that?

- Alright.

- [Patty] Okay, fine.

I'll see you then.

- Oh, Patty.

- [Patty] Yeah?

- You'll be alone, won't you?

- Well, sure, of course.

See ya then.

(receiver clicks)

(suspenseful music)

Now come on, that can wait.

This can certainly wait.

This can wait.

All this stuff can wait.

- But, Patty, you can't just...

- Tell McKay you just missed me.

Patty's finished for the day.

Go on now.

- Alright.

(eerie music)

(ominous music)

(glass slams)

(eerie music)

- Are you proud of me?

I said, are you proud of me?

(eerie, intense music)

(paper crumples)

(doorbell buzzes)

(doorbell buzzes)

Is it Patty?

- [Patty] Yes.

- You're early.

- Hello.

Why all the barricades?

Expecting the bailiffs?

Oh.

What a nice room.

Can I look around?

It's what I expected from you.

Aw, what a shame.

One of your figurines has its head missing.

Have an accident or something?

- You had me worried.

- Worried?

- Imperfections.

I can't see a single one.

- Imperfections?

Oh.

Well, they're all powdered over now.

Is this your father?

He's a very fine-looking man.

He has the same intensity you do.

- He...

He was very much shorter than he looks in the portrait.

Where are you parked?

- [Patty] Just on the next block.

- Shall we go?

- Oh, alright.

- Just one moment.

- Traveling incognito?

- I burned the midnight oil last night.

My eyes get tired.

(door closes)

- [Patty] Where did he go?

- [Spelling] Hm?

- [Patty] That chatty man of yesterday?

- [Spelling] I'm sorry.

- [Patty] Don't be.

If you feel like being quiet it's alright with me.

- Hello.

(object clatters)

- It's alright, Ms. Bridges, it's alright.

It's okay.

This isn't Terry Spelling.

This is Bob Spelling, his brother.

His twin brother.

And even though I know it,

I must admit I still get a bit of a creepy feeling

when I see him.

- His twin brother?

Why, I'm sorry, but when I saw you...

- It's understandable, we are identical.

- [Man] You alright now?

Now, Mr. Spelling, about your brother...

- Yes, well, as soon as I knew he was out,

I came right over.

I don't know what I intended to do

or what I thought I could do.

- Go home.

Leave it to the authorities.

- Go home.

Well, that's easy to say, but he is my brother.

I mean what if he does what he did before?

- He already has.

I'm afraid your brother has already murdered one woman.

And attacked another.

Now the police are keeping quiet about it

at the moment.

They don't want to start any panic.

So why don't you just go home, Mr. Spelling?

You alright?

- Oh yes, I'm alright.

- [Patty] Did something bad happen yesterday?

- [Spelling] Something bad?

- [Patty] Yeah.

Business or domestic problem?

You are quiet and...

Different today.

(door closes)

- What the hell's...

What is this?

- Sorry about that, sir.

I'd hate to be talking to the wrong man.

- For God's sake, you know me, Fillory.

- Yes, I know how to check the difference

between you and your brother.

He has a scar there and you haven't.

- Yes, well, you might have damn well asked.

- I haven't got a warrant to be here.

But you're not going to make a fuss about that,

are you, sir?

Not under the circumstances.

Now I blame myself for not thinking of it earlier

and staking the place out.

Must have missed him by inches.

- Where is he now?

- [Fillory] I was about to ask you the same question.

- Well, how would I know?

- Oh, some favorite spot he had when he was more normal.

Some perfect little place.

Oh, so that's him there.

Your father.

Doctors say it was all his fault.

This rejection of anything perfect.

Of perfection.

Your father's standards were very high.

Perhaps too high to live up to.

- Terry was in a very bad car crash.

- So were you, sir.

Same crash.

Yet you...

Unaffected.

Now take this.

- What is it?

- Oh, just a bit of bureaucracy.

It says who you are.

More important it says who you're not.

Carry it about for a few days.

Save you a lot of aggravation.

- A few days?

- Oh yes.

Brother's very intelligent, smooth.

He knows how to lie low.

- What...

- [Fillory] Yes, that puzzled me too.

What was he looking for?

- Well, how would I know?

- Question is did he find it?

- I wouldn't know that either, would I?

- You have no idea at all where he might be headed for?

- No, none at all.

- Uh-huh.

Well, don't forget to carry the card.

(suspenseful music)

Just a minute.

He usually does this afterwards, doesn't he?

- Well, that is his...

- [Fillory] Check the rooms again.

(figurine clicks)

Well?

- Nothing, sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Spelling.

- Well?

- It's big.

- Top marks for observation.

What about this?

Well, this is it.

The stairway.

Remember you said it was the vital consideration.

Whether it could be enlarged so that

it would support a spiral staircase in wrought iron.

- Mm.

- [Patty] Mm?

What does "mm" mean?

- It'll do.

- Good, good.

What about your idea for knocking down

this dividing wall here

and leaving the staircase suspended in space?

- It's possible.

- [Patty] You're awfully noncommittal today.

Yesterday you said you just had to look at it to know...

- Yes, yes, well, it will work.

- And...

Now the dining area.

- Well, out through there.

- Well, I thought you said you wanted it

to look out into the garden?

- Oh, yes.

Yes.

Well, out through there then.

- Well, you can't knock that wall down, you know.

It's a couple of feet thick.

It's a support wall.

Even I know that.

(chuckles)

It really was a mistake coming out here today,

wasn't it?

Something's bothering you.

- Only you.

(suspenseful music)

Only you.

- Hello?

- Anyone here?

- Mr. Howland.

(sighs)

In here.

- Ms. Heron.

Thought I saw your car.

- The estate agent.

- Whoo.

It is dusty in here.

- Mm-hm.

Uh, Mr. Howland, this is Mister...

- Bob.

- Hi.

- Just call em Bob.

- [Howland] How do you do?

- Mr. Howland.

- Bob is an architect.

- Ah.

- He's going to give the place a facelift.

- Ah, it certainly needs it.

Oh, not that the structure isn't sound.

Dear me, no.

I wouldn't have sold it to you if it wasn't sound.

- No, the structure of the place is fine.

- Ah there, I told you, Ms. Heron.

- It's not perfect but it could be.

- And will be I'm sure.

And you know what's...

What's more...

Mister?

- Bob.

I told you to call me Bob.

- [Patty] What's the matter, Mr. Howland?

- Nothing, Ms. Heron, nothing.

I just wanted to make sure it wasn't vandals

in the house.

I must go now.

- Well, you don't have to.

- No, I must go, I really must.

Nice to have met you, Mr. Bob, see you again.

Goodbye.

- I'll see him out.

(suspenseful music)

(sighs)

- Oh, damn.

(telephone chirps)

- Hello?

- [Man] Patty?

- No, I'm afraid Ms. Heron's gone.

Who is this?

- Spelling, Bob Spelling.

- Oh.

So you're the architect.

- [Man] Yes.

- Well, I don't understand.

Surely Patty is with you.

- You haven't taken any notes or made any measurements.

- No, I've seen everything I want to see.

Oh.

- What?

- There's dust.

It, it blemishes you.

Spoils the illusion.

The illusion?

- Shall we move on?

- Where to?

- I want to show you my new place.

- Thank you, goodbye.

(receiver thuds)

Inspector.

I, I forgot that I had a date with a girl.

I've just telephoned her.

And I was told that she'd talk to me

and then come over here to pick me up.

- Well?

- Well, I didn't talk to her.

- [Patty] You cut your hand.

- [Man] Huh?

- [Patty] Your hand, look.

- [Man] Yes, so I have.

You're right.

These old houses can be a hazard.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Mr. Bradley.

- By Godfrey, you are like him, aren't you?

You know you're all over the front page?

Rather, he is.

Not that it makes any difference.

Huh.

You're alike as two peas.

You never told me about him.

- Well, why should I?

He didn't build your house.

- Oh, touchy.

Should have told me about him, though.

- Why, would it have made any difference?

- Of course it would have made a difference.

- I see, yes, you want your fee back?

- You've never liked me, have you, Spelling?

Don't bother to deny it, you never have.

I didn't come here to gloat.

There's good and bad in every family.

I'm sorry about this, about your brother.

I really am, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

Now how about a drink, emphasis?

In here.

- [Patty] You know, I have really (chuckles)

I have never seen anything quite like this.

Not in California or

well, ever Bel-Air.

- Well, it is my most considered work.

Father would have liked it.

He's dead now, car crash.

But he would've liked this.

The symmetry.

He was a stickler for things like that.

Everything had to be right, in its place.

- Yes, I know exactly what you mean.

I've known people like that.

Perfectionist, eh?

- Yes, he was.

Yes.

Yes, you know, I told you he was small,

but he, he towered over you.

You know, dominated you.

Suffocated you.

He wasn't small, but by God,

sometimes I wish he had of been.

- You're a little bit hung up about him, aren't you?

But after all, you're your own man now.

Mature and successful certainly.

You ought to try and think of him

in a, oh, a mellower way.

Think of the good times.

- Yes.

- Well, it seems that Lady Gifford has got a double bath.

- A double bath.

- Double.

Like twin beds, two gigantic baths

alongside each other.

Well, it impressed Martha.

She's been on about it all week.

She wants the same.

- Oh, it's not quite as simple as that.

- Easy to arrange.

All you've gotta do is shove one in

alongside the other.

- That isn't quite the way it's done, Mr. Bradley.

And besides, space is limited.

We might have to knock out a wall.

- Yes, I know, but you're the brilliant architect.

- Well, I suppose it could be done,

but we have already decorated and...

- Let's go and see to it then.

- What, now?

- Oh, sure.

That's how I made my first million.

Wanting something, go on right on after it.

Come on, let's go.

- Well, it's not quite convenient.

- Look, I know you got a problem,

but maybe this problem will take your mind

off the other problem, if you follow me.

Yeah, come on.

- Alright.

- Why don't we see the rest of the house?

- Oh, I'd love it.

(fabric tears)

Oh dear.

- God, it's ruined.

- Well, not exactly.

- Yes, it is, damn thing!

I mean it, it was perfect, and now it's ruined.

- Don't worry, I can fix it.

- Fix it?

- Sure, that's how I started out in the fashion business,

you know, sewing.

(laughs)

If I can find a needle and thread

I can fix it good as new.

- Good as new?

- Mm-hm, where would I find it, upstairs?

- Hm?

- A needle and thread, where, upstairs?

- Yes.

Yes, yes, upstairs.

- Okay.

Listen, don't worry.

Won't take me long.

- Be as good as new.

(cranks)

(whirring)

- Oh.

(cranks)

(cranks)

(chuckles)

(cranks)

(cranks)

(laughs)

(romantic mid temp music)

(music stops)

- [Man] There were no survivors.

The (mumbles) lifeboat returned

in the early hours of this morning.

(cranks)

(jazzy music)

- [Man] ...1096 for, 81 against,

with ten abstentions.

(jazzy music)

(chuckles)

(laughs)

- Cheers.

(slow jazz music)

(laughs)

(birds chirping)

(slow jazz music)

(vehicle approaches)

(cranks)

(music stops)

- Who the devil does that belong to?

- I have no idea.

- Well, whoever it is they're trespassing

on my property.

- Well, they probably come to look at the house.

I mean it is a showpiece.

- Yeah, my showpiece!

Well, let's find them and throw them out.

(birds chirp)

You go that way, I'll go this way.

- [Man] This morning, commuters in the metropolitan area

were again delayed by...

- Well, did you see anyone?

- No.

- Right.

- Why don't you call the police?

You got a phone?

- Police?

I don't need the police.

If they're not on the grounds they'll be in the house.

In my house!

- I suppose you've got a license for that.

- Oh, I don't need a license.

It works fine without one.

(cranks)

- [Man] ...underground trains and commuter trains

were delayed.

The search for Spelling is now nationwide.

(ominous music)

Since his escape he's already killed two people.

And members of the public are warned

that he's extremely dangerous,

and if seen he should on no account be challenged

or approached.

The police should be contacted immediately.

- What are you doing in my house?

- Your house?

- [Bradley] Yes, my house!

This is my wife's bedroom.

Alright, young lady, the police will deal with you.

- No, wait a minute.

Hey, listen to me, I...

Hey.

(pounding on door)

Let me out!

Please!

- Hey, I was right.

There's a girl in there, half naked.

Very pretty too.

All we gotta do now is find the man.

Well, if it's a girl, there's bound to be a man.

You find anything downstairs?

Do you feel alright?

Hey.

You look different.

(clicking)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey.

Wake up.

Wake up, please!

Oh no.

(suspenseful music)

- Patty?

- Stay there.

- Patty, it's me.

- I know.

I know about you.

- Oh, please...

- You're a killer!

- Please, Patty.

- Don't, don't.

I'll shoot you, I mean it.

- Please...

- Please, don't...

Make me shoot you.

- But, Patty, what do you think I was doing out there?

I was calling the police.

Now look, you're pointing that gun at the wrong man.

- No, I'm afraid not the wrong man.

- No, please, Patty, just listen to me,

just for one moment, please.

You are pointing the gun at the wrong man.

I know this is gonna be difficult for you

to understand, but please, look.

I have a brother, Terry, a twin brother.

- A twin brother?

- Yes, an identical twin,

and you've been with him all day.

I know it's difficult for you to understand.

You don't have to take my word for it.

Look, he, he came at me.

We had a fight.

I knocked him out and I put him in the bar, there,

behind you.

In the bar, behind you.

You don't have to take my word for it.

You can see for yourself.

Now look, the control panel is there.

Look, just open it up and see for yourself.

- You open it.

- Yes, well...

(cranks)

(whirring)

- Patty.

Patty.

(cranks)

Patty!

Pat--

- Patty.

It's my brother.

My poor brother.

- You're identical.

- Absolutely.

- I could've...

Shot you.

- It's alright now, Patty.

- Your brother, that's just awful.

- Yes, I know.

- [Man] Patty!

Patty!

You're with the wrong man!

You're with the wrong man, Patty!

You've been with the wrong man all day!

(eerie music)

- I'm afraid he was always a good liar.

- [Man] Oh, Patty, you picked him up at my flat.

He was hiding there.

- Oh, come on now, you know we made the arrangements

on the telephone.

- [Man] Ask him about your house.

And the alterations we discussed.

- Well, there were so many with the...

Well, the spiral staircase,

the...extension to the dining room.

- [Man] Ask him how we first met.

- Well, on the train.

- [Man] Alright.

Ask him...

What were you wearing?

Now ask him that.

- What was I wearing?

- I'm sorry, but I...

I seldom really notice women's clothes,

only the woman inside.

- Which train was it that we were on?

Where was it coming from?

You remember that, don't you?

- I mean, what's it matter that we're here together

anyway?

- I don't know, it...

It really doesn't matter.

I guess, now that we're here together.

- [Man] Patty!

Patty!

- Shut up!

He's...

He's really making me very nervous.

Why don't we get out of here,

go someplace different altogether?

Why don't we go back to your place?

- Oh yes.

- [Patty] We can be alone there.

- Yes.

- Good.

Good.

Listen, I'll get the car,

and...

You know, I've...

I've left my bag upstairs.

Would you mind going up and getting it for me?

And I'll meet you down by the car.

- Oh, Patty.

Patty...

Did you really think I was that stupid?

Hm?

Oh, Patty.

Patty.

(overpowering, ominous music)

(gunshot)

(cranks)

(whirring)

- You were always the lucky one.

- [Man] No.

- Oh yes.

Always Dad's favorite.

- He didn't have favorites.

- The lucky one.

She's beautiful.

She's...

Perfect.

(solemn music)

- How could he have had a favorite?

Hm?

There was no way of telling us apart.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)