All language subtitles for Day Of The Nightmare (1965)

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang!

You're dead, you're dead!

Attention, please.

All aboard this Continental
Trailways southbound bus.

This is your southbound bus
to Long Beach, Laguna Beach,

Oceanside, Del Mar, and San Diego.

All aboard, please.

Mrs. Crane!

Mrs. Crane, Mrs. Crane!

Susie, come back here.

Oh, Susie, you know
you're not supposed to

leave the room without permission.

It's my fault.

I forgot to tell her good-bye.

Honestly, Mrs. Crane, it's a pity
you're only a volunteer teacher.

The way the children adore you.

And I adore them.

With my husband away so much of
the time, I don't know of another way

I could spend my time more happily.

Good-bye now.
Good-bye.

There you are!

Oh!

Dorothy.

I thought I heard you in the back.

I didn't even hear you drive up.

Oh, the wreck stalled as I
was pulling into the driveway.

You may have to push me out.

Honestly, that car of yours.

I don't know why Hoppy won't
trade it in, unless it's symbolic.

You know,
he's never quite forgotten

that he was born on the
other side of the tracks.

And poor me, I have to
suffer for it.

Oh, I feel so sorry for you.

Come on, grab your hat.

Edith is having a few of the
girls over for pink lemonade.

You have to.

Come on, you know
Edith's pink lemonade.

No, no.

You go on ahead.

I, I don't feel like it.

Jonathan's not back
from Los Angeles?

You know how long
this has been going on.

Weeks.

Jonathan at his studio in Los Angeles,
and me here all alone.

Mm, well, that's just the trouble.

You been staying
around this place too long.

You're coming with me.

I better not.

Jonathan might be calling.

Oh, I'll have you back
in plenty of time.

Besides, it'll do you good to hear
some real moaning and groaning.

# And all I see is my man
walking out on me #

# This is the house
that Jack built #

# The little white house
that Jack built #

# For the happy young bride
he once found... #

Can't you stop that dog's yapping?

Bad dog.

Mommy doesn't want you
barking like that.

Mommy doesn't want you wasting
those barks on that bad woman upstairs

just because she's got a
little dog upstairs that you like.

Oh, yes, you do.

I know you like
that little dog upstairs.

Yes...

I'm trying to watch
this program, Bertha.

Oh, Carl, she has to go potty.

All right.

Come on.

Go for a walk with Daddy, honey.

Make sure you take her
all the way around the block.

Maybe you'd like me to walk
her down Wilshire Boulevard.

Oh...

If you don't keep away from
her, I'm going to kill you!

You'll never get rid of me,
and you know it.

You're trying my patience,
Doris, I'm warning you.

You can't have us both!

It's either your wife or me,
and I'm going to make sure it's me!

I'm sorry, Doris.

You made me.

You gave me no choice.

Go away, Queenie,
or I'll kill you, too.

# ...The little white house
that Jack built #

Sleeping Beauty, I presume.

Jonathan...

I didn't know you were coming.

Awake, beauty, and, uh,
find a vase to put these in.

They're the last of the season
or is it the first of next season?

Anyway, they're very rare and
costly and not to be sniffed too much.

I'll put them in water.

Jonathan, are you all right?

Why shouldn't I be?

I hadn't heard from you and...

Oh, just busy, sweetheart.

I had to redo most of
the sketches that I took in.

You could've called, you know.

I get very lonely here all by
myself and, and frightened.

I was only in Los Angeles.

I've been going there
ever since we were married.

For a day or two at the most, but...

Bobbie, look...

I thought that...

Oh, I, I didn't know what to think.

It was nothing, sweetheart.

Just that this past month or so,

it's just, just some
business problems.

And for a while, it was
touch and go at the agency.

The new account that I've been
working on, always crises.

This time, they came
all at once, that's all.

That's all?

That's all.

I didn't know what to think.

That you didn't love me or
maybe there was another woman

or that you were
tired of our marriage.

Just business, sweetheart.

That's all.

And now it's, it's all over.

The office was very happy
with the new sketches I took in.

Now I'm going to
stay home for a while.

I'll go put the car away,
and I'll be right in...

Okay?

Okay.

Don't put any wood
on the fire till I get back.

Bobbie?

Here.

Darling, in here.

In here, in here.

Relax, Dave, relax.

I'm a photographer, not a magician.

I can only be
in one place at one time.

Lieutenant's on the phone
making noises.

Yeah, Lieutenant.

Where have I been?

Well, I've been taking
Elizabeth Taylor's picture

for the cover of
the "Police Gazette."

Bless-ed, bless-ed.

That's what I am.

God has been good to me.

Every one of my men
has a sense of humor.

You want to tell me
something special?

Yeah.

Get me some pictures of the
building, front and back.

Three-dimensional,
know what I mean?

Yeah, photomural, sure.

Bless you, Lieutenant.

Your turn, Sarge.

Yeah.

Hello, Dave.

Yeah, I got the fingerprint report.

Nothing clear enough to identify.

Mm-hmm.

Wonderful, isn't it?

First an alleged murder
with an alleged victim

with the alleged name
of Doris Mayes

by an alleged lover
nobody can identify.

I'll be praying for you, Dave.

Thanks.

That gives me a lot of confidence.

Boy, this place is sure a mess.

How much coverage
do you want, Dave?

Everything.

Start over here.

Who got killed, a midget?

The dog.

Gee, poor fella.

Come in here for a second.

Make sure you get a good
clear shot of these drawers.

Looks like they came out of
a pretty good-size trunk.

Neighbor saw a man taking
a trunk out of here last night.

Big enough to carry a body in?

Aren't they all?

No, her, her nose
wasn't nearly that big.

It was, um, kind of
turned-up, you know,

as if she had her nose
in the air all the time.

Uh, like, uh, this?

Or more like this?

No, like the other.

How's it going?

Pretty good.

I think we might have
something in a minute.

Now, what about her hair?

Well, she kind of wore it, uh...

Wouldn't your husband be able
to help us on this, Mrs. Worth?

Oh, he doesn't see anything.

All he watches is television.

Night and day
he's glued to that set.

Well, what color was her hair?

Uh, brown, I think.

Carl, wasn't it brown?

Well, I, uh...

Uh, she wore her hair
in kind of a page boy.

Oh, I, I wonder what he did
with her body.

Oh, he was screaming and
yelling something terrible at her.

Probably hacked it up and
dumped it into the river.

They do that, don't they, Sergeant?

It's happened.

Shows you how far a man can go
when he starts cheating on his wife.

Ahh...

Now, what about this,
Mrs. Worth?

Is that the woman?

Well, it looks something like her.

Mr. Worth?

She was a little more, uh,
blousy, but I guess it's her.

Get copies of that made,
then we'll cover the neighborhood.

I'm gonna check the rest
of the apartments.

Okay.

Cigar?

Flown in from Rio
only this morning.

No, thanks.

I might like the taste,
and I can't afford it on my salary.

Well, now, you were asking
about Jonathan Crane?

He's been on my staff
as a commercial artist

about, uh...
why, it's over a year now.

Really quite talented.

Has he done something?

Is he the kind of man
that might do something?

Sergeant, I run the art department,
not the personnel department.

But if you're looking for him...

No, Just a few routine questions

I'd like to ask him.

Now, look, Sergeant,
you don't come to a man's employer

for routine answers.

Thanks, I'll remember that when
I write the new police manual.

Touch�.

Your secretary tells me that he
hasn't been around for a few days.

Have you any idea
where he might be?

Well, you know,
he lives in La Jolla,

but he has an apartment
here in L.A. for his work.

Is that customary?

Well, yes, for freelance artists.

You see, we have first call on him,
but he takes assignments

from other advertising
agencies, too.

Has anything happened to him?

Not that we know of.

Well, thanks, Miss Devi.

By the way, may I have
his home address?

Oh, of course.

Yes, Miss Devi.

What's Mr. Crane's address
in La Jolla?

Mr. Crane is here,
Miss Devi.

He just came in.

May I talk to him?

Here?

If you don't mind.

No, no, not at all.

You can go in now.

I won't be long, sweetheart.

Oh, Mr. Crane, what are
they after you for?

What?

There's a police detective
in there.

He was asking
some questions about you.

Come clean, Mr. Crane.

Who'd you kill?

Oh, uh, you wouldn't know her.

You better come with me, Bobbie.

Perhaps I'd better wait out here.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

A wife can't testify
against her husband anyway.

Mrs. Crane, it's been so long
since you've come to see us.

How nice.

Thank you.

We had some his-and-her
shopping to do.

This is Detective Sergeant Harmon.

How do you do?

If you'd, if you'd rather
I waited outside...

Not at all.

I just would like to
talk to your husband.

About what?

Look, why don't you make
yourselves comfortable?

Please, sit down and I have
some ad checks that I have to do...

There's no need for you
to leave, Miss Devi,

unless Mr. Crane
prefers privacy.

Well, I can't tell.

I don't know
what you're here about.

Well, then, please,
please sit down.

We'd like to know
what you did last Tuesday.

Worked.

Here?

At my studio.

I do most of my sketches
in my apartment.

Did you work all day?

Except to drop some sketches
off here for Miss Devi

about noon for her approval.

It was noon.

It made me 20 minutes late
for a lunch date.

What about after work?

I went home to La Jolla.

About halfway there,
I realized that I hadn't eaten,

so I stopped and grabbed a bite.

Then you weren't in your
apartment between 7:00 and 7:30?

He couldn't have been...
he was home by 10:00.

Your landlord gave me
a list of the tenants.

I'm asking
the same question of them.

Mr. Crane, have you ever
seen this woman?

No.

No, I can't say that I have.

Have you, Bobbie?

W-why, no, never.

I, I'm sure I've never
seen her before.

I'm sorry.

She's your neighbor.

Lives right across the court
from you.

You look into her apartment.

Now he tells me.

There's a possibility
she may have been murdered.

They found her with her
head bashed in, I suppose.

The usual question:
accident or foul play?

We don't have a head.

As a matter of fact,
we don't even have a body.

But we do have two neighbors

who heard her threatened
by her, um, her lover.

We had a dog, her dog,
brutally killed.

And we have a shambles of an
apartment and we have a witness

who saw a man drag a trunk
out of the place.

I wish I could help you.

So do I.

Well, thanks, anyway.

Mrs. Crane...
Miss Devi.

No trouble at all, Sergeant.

All right, Jonathan, let's see
what goodies you've brought me.

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

What are you doing?

Who are you?

You sure got a nice
collection of used things here.

We're from the Good Deed Mission.

You called for some stuff
to be picked up.

We knocked on the door,
but you didn't answer.

We figure we could find
the stuff ourselves.

You see, we don't get out this
way until maybe next week again.

Sorry if we woke you up, ma'am.

Is this the stuff for us?

Yes.

There's a drive on this week.

Truck that brings in the
most gets a commendation.

Here's the receipt.

Receipt?

For income tax.

Oh.

Yeah, you could take it off
for charity.

What about this?

That's, uh...

It's pretty old.

Don't look to be much good.

Leave this.

I want to keep this.

You want to keep this, lady,

considering what a fancy
house you got and all?

I am not giving you
permission to take the trunk.

Okay, okay, lady.

The trunk stays.

But, uh, there might be some
old junk inside that we could have.

No, that's not for you.

I could open it easy,
just takes a screwdriver.

You leave it alone.

Marv.

Don't bawl me out, will ya, Sam?

You're not my boss.

You make me feel ashamed, acting
like we're scavengers or something.

Well, thank you anyway,
lady, for what we got at least.

Sure... thank you, lady.

Hello.

Barbara?

Yes.

Did I wake you?

I'm sorry.

You were sleeping so soundly when
I left that I didn't want to wake you.

Where are you?

San Diego.

I had to pick up some paints.

Barbara, are you still there?

Y-Yes.

Sweetheart, I have to go
over to Coronado Island.

The agency wants some
sketches of a fishing village

for a new sardine account.

Sounds fishy to me.

Bobbie?

Oh... yes, yes.

Oh, I don't blame you, sweetheart.

It was a bad joke.

I'm going to be late,
so don't wait dinner for me.

Okay?

Okay, okay.

Good morning,
Mrs. Crane.

Good mor-morning, Sarah.

Somethin' need fixin'?

Not my vacuum, I hope.

Oh, oh, no.

Everything's just fine.

Shall I start with the bedroom?

Yes, yes, please.

And then maybe we can get around
to turnin' those mattresses today.

Yes, we'll, we'll do that.

Oh, Mrs. Crane.

Let me do that.

Do what, Sarah?

Looks like you're
about to fix somethin'.

You know, I've had three
husbands who were all thumbs,

so I've become quite a handyman.

Wait... I'll come right out.

It's, it's nothing important.

Later maybe.

I, I was just looking
for something to do.

Well, the beds are ready to be turned,
if you'd like to give me a hand.

There, all done.

Now you run on along home, Sarah.

I really shouldn't have
let you stay so late.

Mrs. Crane,
if I didn't know better,

I could swear that you've been
trying to get rid of me ever since 5:30.

Now, how can you say that, Sarah?

You know, I really do appreciate
you having dinner with me,

although I'm not sure
I should've let you

after you put in such a long day.

Oh, it's been fun.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, uh, you gonna wait up
for Mr. Crane?

No, Sarah.

He won't be back for hours
yet, and I am tired.

Me too.

Good night.

Good night, Sarah.

Hi.

What are you doin' out here?

Oh, I'm just so excited,
I couldn't even stop to call

and warn you
that I was comin' over.

I just had to show it to someone.

Look.

Oh, Barb, isn't it gorgeous?

It was a surprise.

I guess I complained so much
about the old car

that Hoppy just had to trade
it in out of self-preservation.

It's beautiful.

Come on, I'll give you a sample.

I don't think so.

Oh, come on.

Finish what you were doing.

I'll wait.

Oh, I was just looking
for something.

I, I don't think I better.

Jonathan will be coming in a while.

Bingo.

You've got somethin' special
goin' tonight, haven't ya?

What is it, anniversary?

Birthday.

Aha!

You're pregnant and you're
gonna spring it on him tonight.

Go home, you nut.

Oh, all right.

I'll call you
first thing in the morning

and you can tell me all about it.

Or at least the parts
you can tell me about.

See ya.

Missing Persons should be
handling this, not Homicide.

Lieutenant, you seem to forget.

The neighbors heard
a violent argument.

And what about that trunk
that's missing and the dead dog?

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Anybody that kicks a dog to
death has got to be a nut.

So what are we supposed to do,
round up every nut in town?

What bothers me is this...

the day after Doris Mayes
moved into her apartment,

Jonathan Crane rented one
right across the court from her.

Now, it could be nothing and it
could be they were playing house.

Bless-ed, bless-ed.

God has given me a detective
who writes "True Confession" stories.

Anyway, I'm going down to La
Jolla and have a talk with Mrs. Crane.

I may not come back with much,

but I'll know more than
I do now, that's for sure.

Bon voyage, David.

Yeah, Lieutenant Cody speaking.

United Airlines Mainliner Sailcruiser
Flight 35 to Hawaii for Honolulu

now boarding
at United Concourse 622.

All aboard Flight 35, please.

Mrs. Crane.

I beg your pardon?

Detective Harmon.

We met the other day
in Miss Devi's office.

This is...

I'm, uh, Detective Smith.

How about a cup of coffee?

No, no, thank you.

I'm waiting for someone.

Flight from L.A.?

Yes.

It's not due in for ten minutes.

How about it, huh?

One cup before
your husband arrives.

I'm meeting my father-in-law.

I'd rather not, thank you.

Mrs. Crane, please.

We made the drive
down here just to see you.

To see me?

That's right.

We went to your house.

Your maid told us
we'd find you here.

What on earth do you want with me?

When I showed this to your husband,
I thought you recognized her.

Whatever gave you that idea?

Frankly, when you first looked at it,
I thought you seemed to know her.

Just for a moment,
but I, I don't know her.

I'm gonna check with the office.

How long have you and
Mr. Crane been married?

Two years, but I don't know
what that has to do with anything.

And it's your home that you
and your husband live in.

I mean, your family left it to you.

You certainly have done a
great deal of checking up on us,

haven't you, Sergeant?

Your husband's been spending

a great deal of his time
in L.A., away from you.

He happens to work there.

Mrs. Crane, have you and your
husband ever been separated?

Mrs. Crane.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to upset you,

but there are a number
of coincidences.

Your husband hasn't been home
from Los Angeles in two weeks.

Then why don't you arrest him?

Barbara, my dear.

Oh, there you are.

Am I interrupting something?

Oh, no, no.

The car's in the parking lot.

Right.

You recognize him?

Yeah, the D.A. brings him in every
once in a while on criminal cases.

Crane, Dr. Philip Crane,
psychiatrist.

Do you believe Jonathan's involved?

No, of course not.

But you're afraid to ask him.

I can't punish him, you know.

I can't put him across
my knee and spank him

if he has been involved
in an extramarital affair.

Frankly, I have no right
to cast the first stone.

No one's asking you to punish him.

He may need your help.

Is the trunk in there?

Yes.

Is this it?

Yes.

It's locked.

Do you have a key?

I opened it with a screwdriver.

I'll get it.

That... that's not...

That, that's not it!

Did you find them?

No.

You looked everywhere?

I think so.

I did see them in the trunk.

Sometimes... uh, often
we connect two things

that are similar but not identical.

I know what I saw and I saw
another portrait of her in the trunk.

Well, not necessarily the
same trunk the police claim

a man was seen carrying
out of her apartment.

Coincidence?

The police seem to think
that her body was in the trunk.

Was there a body in the
trunk when you opened it?

No.

Just, just some clothes
and a sketch.

I always take it black.

I guess it's because my
father always took it black.

You know, most of our
attitudes are reflective.

Jonathan was upset at my
unfaithfulness to his mother.

Oh, she wasn't.

We'd already agreed that
our marriage was hopeless.

We only stayed together
because of the boy.

A mistake that I should've at
least recognized professionally,

but that's the way she wanted it.

Do you really think that's any
excuse for Jonathan's conduct?

I'm just trying to show you
a possible explanation

that has nothing to do
with Jonathan's loving you.

He couldn't love me and...

Just as I can show you

an explanation for what you saw.

There are more explanations
than you can imagine.

An obviously kept woman,
missing or murdered,

who lives across from Jonathan.

If you didn't make a connection,
it would be unusual.

Yet whatever you do might
jeopardize your marriage,

something you don't want.

And so I run to you
and that's so childish.

And so adult.

It's almost 5:00.

I have to get back.

I have a raft of paperwork.

I'll get my coat.

I, I wouldn't want you
to miss your plane.

Ohh!

Ohh!

Number, please.

Long distance.

Long... long distance, please.

This is long distance.

I want to call Los Angeles.

It's an emergency.

I, I want to call Los Angeles.

What number are you calling
in Los Angeles, ma'am?

The police department.

Sergeant Harmon
at the police department.

Would he be at headquarters, ma'am?

Yes... no.

I don't know!

Would you just call the headquarters,
anything, anywhere?

Just do it.

One moment, please.

Oh, please hurry.

For God's sake, please help me.

Can't you let a man shave in peace?

Sorry, Lieutenant.

Somebody's calling long distance,
looking for Sergeant Harmon.

Who?

A dame... Barbara Crane.

Hello?

Yeah, put her on.

Please, I must speak
to Sergeant Harmon.

That woman,
she, she got into my house.

She tried to kill me.

Now, slow down,
Mrs. Crane.

Where are you calling from?

Give me the name of the motel.

I know... I know she might be
following you,

but she won't attack you

right there in front of witnesses.

Now, look, you still didn't
tell me the name of the motel.

Uh-huh, the Sierra Paloma.

Okay.

Okay, now listen.

You go in there and get yourself
a room and wait right there, okay?

It was Doris Mayes.

I recognized her from the sketch.

Then she must've been at the house
when you got back from the airport.

She came at me with a knife,
so I ran, and she ran after me.

You know, she knew the house
almost as well as I did.

Well, that gives us something.

She knew the house, so she
must've been there before.

But that's impossible.

I, I told you,
she's a total stranger.

You think I'm imagining all this?

Not necessarily,
but she's not there now.

We had the local police check
the house after you phoned.

You can go home now.

No.

We'll post men
all around the house.

I'd rather stay right here.

What'll your husband say when
he comes home and finds you gone?

Oh, he'll spend the night
in Los Angeles.

I've gotten used to that.

Your marriage is
in trouble, isn't it?

I don't know.

I'd like to believe that it isn't.

See, one minute, he's so, so thoughtful
and warm and, and considerate.

And, and...

All right, you can
stay here tonight.

I'll hang around... you'll be safe.

Why? Why me?

Why would she want to kill me?

It's all so crazy.

People go crazy.

Every day, people go crazy.

I told you to leave her alone.

You are not to go near her again.

I asked you not to.

You weren't to interfere.

You were to go away.

You were dead.

Dead.

You're dead.

Now stay dead.

Stay dead.

Stay dead... dead.

Dead... dead!

That's perfectly all right.

Any time at all.

Send him in, Sally.

Dr. Crane.

Well, I hope this is a
professional visit, Sergeant.

Yours, not mine.

It's police business.

Well, sit down, sit down.

What's the problem?

I was just wondering if,
if you knew this woman.

Should I?

You might've come
in contact with her

as a patient
or in a state hospital.

No, I don't know this woman.

I think I can safely say
I've never met her.

Her name is Doris Mayes
and she is missing.

Does the name mean anything to you?

No, I can't say that it does.

Thanks for your time, Doc.

Oh, you're welcome.

Anytime, Sergeant.

Your horse ran out of the money.

I can see it in your face.

Oh, the doc's in this somewhere.

The question is where?

Well, all we can do is just
keep cherchezin' la femme

and find Doris Mayes, and
we'll have all the answers.

Yeah, but will we find her
before she murders someone?

Well, the La Jolla police will
keep their eye on the Crane house,

so what do we got to worry?

Well, Mrs. Crane is safe enough,
but what about Jonathan?

That's the worry.

Jonathan?

Good morning, Jonathan.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was in La Jolla yesterday on
business and stopped by the house.

Are you all right?

Yes, of course.

Barbara told me I'd find you here.

I thought I'd stop by and see you.

It's a bit late for that, isn't it?

Oh, I don't think so.

Is that your professional opinion?

Therapy, cold baths...
shock treatment.

But never too late.

Well, I don't need a doctor.

Well, I didn't come as a doctor.

Or a father.

I don't need you.

Do you understand that?

I don't need you.

Have dinner with me tonight.

I have to go home to La Jolla.

Barbara won't mind.

Call her, tell her
you're seeing me.

Why?

What did Barbara tell you?

About the police
and the missing woman.

Oh.

It's just that they,
they've upset her.

There's nothing to it.

They're always poking
their noses about.

I told her that.

Why did you come now?

Where were you when I needed you?

When I wanted you?

It's too late now.

We don't even know each other.

Perhaps we never did.

Here's my address in case
you change your mind.

Come tonight,
any time after 7:00.

Please, Jonathan.

Johnny, please.

I want you.

Help me.

Help me, Daddy.

Help me.

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

Yes?

Yes, can I help you?

Dr. Crane.

Yes.

Doris Mayes?

Yes.

Jonathan?

Is Jonathan with you?

No.

Is this some kind of a joke?

You're trying to come between us.

Jonathan!

Jonathan is not here.

I didn't think it would be you.

I thought it would be her.

I couldn't let you come between us.

Jonathan has always wanted you.

Your love.

What have I done to you, Jonathan?

What have I done?

I, I saw it in his face
just before he stabbed me.

He needs help.

Extreme schizophrenic.

My poor, poor...

That's it, Dave.

The whole tape.

It's a pity Crane didn't
hang on a minute longer.

He might've told us
who Doris Mayes is.

I mean, the other half
of Doris Mayes.

Jonathan.

Jonathan?

What is it?

I just heard a car drive up.

So?

Do you want to go out
and see who it is?

Huh?

Oh.

Yes?

May we come in?

Now I suppose you've come
to search the house.

It's about your father.

What about my father?

He was murdered last night.

Murdered?

Bring her in here.

Would you get some water?

What... what...
what happened?

You fainted, sweetheart.

It's all right.

Here.

There.

Jonathan...

Please, darling.

Please, you'll only upset yourself.

It was her.

She did it... she killed him.

Mrs. Crane, please,
don't think about it now.

But I know she did it.

She was looking for him that day.

Mrs. Crane...

That's why she was here
the same day he was.

Please... now try,
try to get some rest, huh?

D-don't leave.

Please don't leave.

All right.

We better let her get some rest.

I'll heat up some coffee.

We'll be close by.

Thank you...
thank you.

Sergeant.

Thanks.

Sergeant...

my father and I
were not very close.

Not for a long time.

I'm sorry, of course,
but that's all.

Your father was
stabbed to death by a woman.

The other day, your wife was
attacked by that same woman.

Doris Mayes.

Doris Mayes?

Your wife also thinks she saw

some sketches of Doris Mayes
in your portfolio.

I think she did.

And I think you know her.

All right... I do.

You sure took your time
getting around to admitting it.

I met her with my father.

Coincidence, I guess
you would call it.

That he had set her up in a
place right across from mine.

Met them on the street one day.

My father thought it was amusing
that we should be neighbors.

He had very little
conscience about it.

I guess he was luckier than most.

Anyway, I shouldn't have
expected him to be embarrassed.

He wasn't when my mother was
alive and there's less reason to be now.

What about the sketches?

Oh.

Well, you see,
I don't use live models.

She has an interesting face.

It stuck with me.

When I needed a woman's face,
it came to mind.

Why didn't you tell us about this,
even when you knew she was missing?

He was still my father.

And now he's dead.

Yes.

Shouldn't have done it, of course,
but once emotions are involved,

when you're being misused...

It isn't being
very rational, is it?

Friends and relatives of
Dr. Philip Crane, this way, please.

You may pay your respects
in Room 2.

It is kind of spooky
staking out a funeral parlor.

I don't like it.

Well, do something.

Keep busy.

I'm gonna satisfy my curiosity.

Killed the cat.

Very funny.

Friends and relatives of
Dr. Philip Crane, this way, please.

You may pay your respects
in Room 2.

Pretty good turnout you got here.

I'll thank you to be more discreet.

It's too obvious and
embarrassing to our guests.

Well, sorry.

Stick and stones
will break my bones,

but names will never
get you my business.

Jonathan?

Are you out there, Jonathan?

What happened?

Well, I don't know.

I was in there with my mother and,
and this girl came in.

She must've gotten the wrong room.

She became hysterical.

She's sedated now.

Just let her rest.

I'll see her tomorrow.

Thank you, Dr. Siegel.

Sure.

I'll be back in the morning.

Sergeant.

Stay away.

Stay away from my wife.

From me.

Stay away before you
cause more damage.

Nobody's trying
to cause any damage.

I'm just doing my job.

Yes... I know.

She's asleep.

She's asleep, Doris.

What do I do?

What do we do now?

Doris?

Doris...

Speak to me, Doris.

Please.

Doris?

Doris...

I have to see you.

I want to be with you.

Doris.

I must see you.

You know we must decide what to do.

Doris?

I hear you, Doris.

We'll be together soon.

Soon, Doris.

Wait for me.

I can't be away from you
any longer.

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

Stop fidgeting.

I'll be ready in a moment.

Calling in the middle of the night.

Mmm, it's so sweet to be wanted.

I do wish it was more for myself
and less concerned with Barbara.

I'm lonely, too, sweetheart.

But only for a little while longer.

I know it's difficult being apart.

No, Barbara won't cause
any trouble.

I've assured you of that...
Barbara won't be hurt.

I'll...

Oh, dear.

I wasn't expecting you.

I suppose you thought
you'd find Jonathan here.

Well, you won't.

He doesn't face up to things.

He's weak.

I had a very difficult time
winning him away from you.

Well, I suppose it's best
that we have it out.

You look...

You do present a problem, you know.

You always have.

Personally, I was prepared to
take some action from the beginning,

but Jonathan...

Jonathan...

You do frighten him.

He never was what you'd call
happy with you.

Jonathan, what on earth
is wrong with you?

Please don't shout.

Why? Why are you pretending
to be, to be this way?

We are past pretending.

Jonathan, stop it!

You're becoming hysterical.

Jonathan, stop this.

Jonathan!

Please, Jonathan, stop it.

Please, please don't
kill me, Jonathan.

Please!

Crane.

Crane!

Grab him, Smith!

What'll they do to him?

That'll be up to
the courts to decide,

but he's sick and the law
will take that into account.

Come on.

Come on, I'll get you home
in a squad car.

Look after her.

She's headed for
the amusement pavilion!

Hey, lady, we're closed!

Down the ramp!

Crane!