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Mrs. Farrow, I worked with your husband in

a lab.

He was a very fine chemist.

We'll miss him very, very much at Acme

Chemical.

And so will I.

Your husband was a good man, Elizabeth, and

the finest chairman of the board our corporation

ever had.

Terribly sorry to hear about your husband, Mrs.

Farrow.

Thanks.

Would you take a look at this?

Oh, Ray.

Oh, Ray.

He's dead.

Now we can be together forever.

Easy, babe, easy.

Forever's a long time.

Let me take a look at that gorgeous

face of yours first, huh?

You okay, sugar?

I am now, lover.

Just don't ever leave me.

No way, sugar.

No way.

Also in attendance at the services for Professor

Farrow were Drs. Kittman and Schrager, the late

chemist co-workers at the research division of

Acme Chemical.

The forward-thinking chemist was also chairman of

the board and major stockholder of the Acme

Chemical Corp.

He is survived by his wife, one-time

high fashion model, Elizabeth Kendrake Farrow.

Is that what it says, one-time fashion

model?

That's what it says, Angel.

People certainly do just love to talk, especially

some of my close friends.

Robbing the cradle, dear Liz.

Oh, they're awful.

Promise me you won't let that happen to

us, Ray.

Oh, come on, babe.

What's a couple of years' difference between us

mean, huh?

A couple of years?

That's sweet, but we both know it won't

cut.

It might work.

If you're thinking about a facelift, forget it.

The idea of surgery scares me to death.

That's not what I had in mind.

Well, what then?

A wig.

A nice, silky blonde one.

You know, like Mademoiselle Brigitte always wore?

That was her own hair?

Uh-uh.

It just looked like her own.

It was actually one of those expensive, custom

made jobs.

It looked so good, you couldn't tell it

from real.

Not even one of those Hollywood close-ups.

Go on.

My cousin Mickey's wife, Helen, she turned 40.

And she looked 50.

But one day I'm over there visiting, see?

And he walks this blonde bombshell.

Now, sugar, you know I'm not easily impressed,

right?

But this lady really had it.

So I started making a move.

Oh, you did, did you?

Relax, babe.

It was long before I ever met you.

Anyway, all of a sudden, my cousin Mickey

starts to laugh.

I mean, the guy is practically on the

floor.

You know why?

I haven't the vaguest idea.

Because the blonde bombshell was his wife, Helen.

I never recognised her.

She was, like, transformed.

She lost a few pounds.

She got herself some skin treatments, some new

clothes.

And she started wearing that Brigitte special.

And, wham, that lady lost 10 years, maybe

15.

I kid you not.

Well, my complexion is still pretty good.

I wouldn't have any problems in that area.

Or any other area, as a matter of

fact.

Did you say that she lost 10 years?

Even a little more.

Oh, if that was only possible.

It is, babe.

Ray, would you help me?

Why, sure, sure.

We'll start work tomorrow.

Ray, thanks for helping me kill my husband.

Well, it wasn't anything, babe.

All I did was mess around with his

front brakes a little.

And old Cliff took care of the rest.

I, uh, have something for you.

A present to show my appreciation.

What's the key for?

It's for our villa in the Swiss Alps.

Just like I promised.

And next week I'm having all of my

money put in a Swiss bank account.

All of it?

That's right.

We're never gonna have to come back here

again.

And you're never gonna have to worry about

money again.

I'm sure you should cut me some slack.

I'm sure you should cut me some slack.

I'm

sure you should cut me some slack.

Hey, babe.

Pick a number from one to four.

Why?

I'll tell you after.

Just pick.

Three.

Three, huh?

That's...

See you later.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

See you later's the name of a horse.

Ooh-wee.

Get a load of my baby.

You are beautiful.

You think so?

You have been transformed, sugar.

Ray, how old do you think I look?

I would say 30.

Cut it, Ray.

How old?

32, 33 the most.

I'm being straight, Beth.

Really?

33, huh?

And falling fast.

I'll tell you, babe, in a few weeks,

they're gonna be thinking I'm the one that's

robbing the cradle.

I knew it would work.

You are a beautiful man.

And a wonderful lover.

29.

That's how old we're both gonna be by

the time we leave for Europe.

29, huh?

That's right, babe.

You better get used to the idea.

My cousin Ernie recommended you.

Ernie Tops?

Uh-huh.

Listen, I want the lady to look good,

you know?

Right.

And younger.

You got it.

Number two diffusion ought to do it.

There ain't a Hollywood actress over 30 that

ever did a picture without one of these

things attached to the camera.

Could even make Grandma Moses look 15.

All right, honey, let's go.

Now, that is nice.

What do you think, Beth?

Pretty good.

Pretty good?

Hey, babe, that's perfect.

I tell you, the doctor that made out

this birth certificate must have been Chinese.

You can hardly read any of it, so

how's anyone ever gonna know what's been changed?

I guess so.

Hey, Beth, relax.

I mean, what difference does it make what

age you put on a passport anyhow?

It's not just my passport.

I am now 29 on every piece of

I.D. that I own.

Suppose somebody finds out that it's not true.

Oh, now, babe, who's gonna find out?

Especially in Europe.

And who'd care anyway?

I guess you're right.

I'll see you later, babe.

Okay.

I'm gonna take this all down to the

passport office right now.

Dear Mrs. Farrell, we wish to offer you

the gift of beauty.

We feel that the serenity of age is

a myth created to ease the pain of

growing old.

How much better it would be to banish

the pain by banishing age itself?

And that is precisely what we offer.

We can completely arrest the ageing process, in

many cases reversing its most noticeable signs.

These are monumental claims, but we are prepared

to prove them.

This miraculous process is available to a select,

hand-chosen few with the courage and will

to remain young, vital-looking, and beautiful.

You have but to make a single telephone

call.

It would then be our honour and privilege

to send one of our beauty specialists to

your home.

There, in complete privacy, the secret which millions

have striven for throughout the ages will be

made available to you.

Flawless, timeless beauty can be yours forever.

Come on, babe.

Come on, you can do it.

What airline did you say you were with?

Transnational.

Transnational, huh?

Are you based here in town?

Yes, I am.

Hey, maybe we could have a drink sometime?

That sounds nice.

Ray!

What's the matter, babe?

Who's your friend?

I never saw him before in my life.

Yeah?

Well, you'd never know it.

He looks so, uh, so cosy.

Oh, come on.

Beth, she's just a kid.

Exactly.

And I'm not just a kid.

I'm just someone who's breaking her back to

look like a kid so that her young

stud lover won't leave her for somebody who

is just a kid.

Now, Beth, that's not so.

I'm not leaving for anywhere.

Come on, you're exaggerating.

I am.

Uh-huh.

You're beautiful, babe.

And you're getting younger and more beautiful every

day, so why should I run?

Well, what about in five years, Ray, huh?

We'll figure that out then.

In the meantime, we'll keep working.

No, I can't.

I can't keep working.

I'm exhausted.

We'll take a few days off.

That won't cut it, sweetheart.

Not at my age.

Like the man says, the spirit is willing,

but the body keeps saying no.

We can completely arrest the ageing process, in

many cases reversing its most noticeable signs.

You have but to make a single telephone

call.

Hello, my name is Rebecca, and I bring

you the gift of beauty.

Well, hello, I'm Elizabeth Farrow.

Yes, I know.

Well, um, won't you come in?

This is it.

What a charming room.

Uh, can I fix you a drink?

No, thank you.

Well, why don't you put your bags down?

They look very heavy.

Have a seat.

I want to say that, um, you're accompanying

Miss...

Moreau.

Ah, French.

A long time ago, but please, call me

Rebecca.

Oh, Rebecca, what I meant to say is

that your people certainly do know how to

write a provocative letter.

Provocative, perhaps, but completely true.

Before we go any further, Mrs. Farrow, permit

me to extend my deepest condolences on the

passing of your husband.

I read about it in the newspaper.

Thank you.

But please, uh, call me Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

Uh, Miss Moreau.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Um, what exactly is it that you're offering?

The dream of generations, eternal beauty.

Eternal?

For all intended purposes, yes.

Oh, well, I can hardly believe that.

Only because you've been programmed not to believe

it.

What is ageing?

A slowing, a decay, a degeneration of faculty

and function.

These are all chemical reactions, and there are

substances that can stop this breakdown.

That's what I have in these bags, Elizabeth.

May I see?

I thought you'd never ask.

See, it's largely a matter of relaxation.

And a positive attitude.

What was in those bath salts?

Some herbs, a little lemon.

Like soaking in a giant cup of tea.

Stretch out.

Okay.

This will deal with any character lines.

Hmm, it's cool.

It smells sort of like, uh, like ether.

It has the same base.

You may feel the slightest bit sleepy, but

don't concern yourself.

Enjoy it.

It's very important that this be done soon

after your bath, when the pores are open.

Your late husband?

Yes, uh, that's my husband.

My late husband.

You know, Elizabeth, I feel a great affinity

for you.

An empathy, as it were.

You see, the man I loved died of

an unfortunate auto accident, just like your husband,

Claude.

Close your eyes and relax.

Are you feeling the tiniest bit drowsy?

A little.

Must have been the bath.

There's a chance it might be a reaction

to the lotion.

But don't be concerned.

It's funny, the way different things affect different

people.

That's what I've always found so interesting about

chemistry.

Your husband must have been fascinating when he

spoke of chemistry.

I wasn't particularly interested in my husband's work.

That really is a shame.

I think you would find him fascinating.

For example, do you know what happens when

ethyl chloride acts on a powdered alloy of

lead and sodium?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

You get T.E.L., tetraethyl lead, the

very substance I brushed on your face.

Oh, really?

So you know what else T.E.L.

is used as?

You'll never guess.

What?

Go ahead, guess.

No, no, no, tell me.

I'm not very good at guessing games.

You're not going to believe this.

There's an anti-knock additive to gasoline.

Isn't that something?

That's remarkable.

Now, where did you get this fund of

knowledge?

From the man I worked with.

The man I was hoping to marry.

The young man that was killed in the

automobile crash?

He really wasn't a young man, he was

very mature.

Was he a chemist?

Oh, yes, a very good one.

What was his name?

At moments of high passion, I called him

Claudie.

What did you call him?

You mean, you were my husband's mistress?

Yes, that's right.

And I was his laboratory assistant for five

years as well.

That stuff, the T.E.L. Tetraethyl lead?

It's not anything dangerous, is it?

It's remarkably lethal.

But only if you swallow it, right?

One of the most interesting things about T

...E.L. is that it can be absorbed

directly through the skin.

Isn't that fascinating?

Oh, my...

Works quite fast when the pores are nice

and clean and open.

Sort of instant lead poisoning, working on the

nervous system first.

I'll bet you can't wiggle your toes.

Go ahead, try it.

I can't.

What did I tell you?

You're not serious, are you?

You're not actually trying to murder me.

I'm not trying.

I already have.

After all, you murdered Claude.

You cheated me out of any future I

might have had with him, including financial security.

What are you doing to me?

I promised you eternal beauty, and I plan

to deliver.

Do you have them?

I surely do have them.

Here's her passport.

And here's her Swiss bank account I.D.

card.

It's a good likeness.

No one will ever know you're not Mrs.

Elizabeth Farrell.

Not even the tellers at that Swiss bank.

I know this may sound strange, but, uh...

Well, thanks for your help.

Hey, babe, it beats spending 30 years to

life in prison for murder.

Ray...

Hey, I thought you said she'd be dead

by now.

She will be, very soon.

I'm sorry, Beth.

She found out we killed Claude.

She was gonna turn me in if I

didn't help her, sugar.

I didn't know you could see that.

Say, did I ever tell you that I

am a first-class cook and a top

notch chauffeur?

Not that I recall.

Why?

Well, now, you're gonna need some help out

of that villa of yours, aren't you?

You know, people you can, uh, trust.

Why don't we go somewhere, have a quiet

little drink together?

I'll bet you there are things we could

talk about, find out ways we could be

of help to each other.