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- I was just trying to help you out. Why are you acting so weird? I'm sorry. What are you sorry about? I don't know. Well, just help me find it. You poor man. Hi, honey. Hey, I'm headin' out. Oh, you have your, uh, support group tonight? Yes, I do. I gotta tell you, Doug, I am really proud of you, honey. I mean, I know it was the last thing you wanted to do, but you did it, and you stuck with it, and now look at you. Doug? Yeah? Are you, um... getting fatter? No. No? 'cause it seems like you're much more... fatter. Can't be. I've been going to my overeaters group for weeks. Are you sure they're not teaching you how to overeat? Ah - You know what it is? They told me I'd gain weight before I lose it. Actually, that's their motto. "You'll gain weight before you lose it. " That's a bad motto.
Mmm. Well, they're fat. They're not Shakespeare. I'll see you later. Hey, uh, what do you talk about at these classes? I mean, what gets said? What do you mean? Well, what's supposed to motivate you to lose weight? Oh, well first class, we talked about famous fat people, like Marlon Brando and that lady from The Practice. What's the point of that? It just gets us to feel like, "Hey, you know, maybe you're fat, but famous people are fat, too. " Uh-huh, uh-huh. What else? Uh, well, the second day, obviously, we talked about famous skinny people, like that other lady from The Practice. And, uh... Stan Laurel. Stan Laurel? Yeah, it gives us a goal of what we want to look like. And you want to look like Stan Laurel? Hey, from your lips to God's ears, huh? All right. Excuse me. Is, uh, Doug Heffernan here? Who? Doug Heffernan. He's in this class. No, we don't have anyone named Doug here. Isn't this the overeaters support group? No, this is Jazzercise.
Why do you have to hurt? You know what it is? You gotta continuously remind yourself, it's not your fault. Oh, my god. This is made with real butter. Hello, Doug. Carrie. Oh, God. Maury, this is, uh, my wife, Carrie. Hello. Okay, you have 5 seconds to tell me what's going on here. What's going on here is I'm in the middle of my overeaters group. Doug, you're eating cake. Yes, but what you didn't see is we eat the cake while looking at a picture of Hitler. That's how they get us to hate cake. Yuck! Okay, what is going on? What group is this? All right. It might be a class for men in abusive relationships. What? Yeah, that's right. I came for the doughnuts, but I stayed for the insights. What insights? Well, I learned that... your anger makes me eat. What? ! That's right. Whenever you get mad, you start yelling at me, I need an escape, so I turn to food.
That makes you my- What do you call her again? Your behavior catalyst. Behavior catalyst, okay? So if you want to blame somebody for my weight, maybe you should take a hard look in the mirror. You're a lying sack of crap. Great. Now I'm hungry. Carrie... I'm Neil. Welcome. Mm-hmm. Doug is simply trying to break a cycle of verbal and physical abuse. Physical abuse? He told you that I physically abuse him? He told us about everything, Carrie. The purple nurples. The atomic wedgies. That scar on his arm. You got that scar from a hot-dog eating contest! Yeah, a hot-dog eating contest I only entered because you're so mean! Oh, really? And did you also set a new record 'cause I'm so mean? Could be. Let me ask you something, Neil. Did he happen to mention that he was fat the day that I met him? Well, no. No. Because he was. Yeah, what were you then?
Huh? High two hundreds? No, not high. Mid to high. And did he also happen to mention that he was the biggest kid in nursery school? That all the other parents thought he was a teacher? No. No. Tell him about the special desk, Doug. All right, fine! So maybe I was fat when I met you, but you know what? You're still an angry person. Well, I'm angry because you're always eating. And I'm always eating 'cause you're always angry. Okay, looks like we have a little chicken-and-egg thing going on right now. Oh, I bet you want to have chicken and eggs now, huh? Okay, that's it. You know what? I'll go to my overeaters group if you go to an anger management group. I don't need anger management. Oh, really? Well why don't you tell that to Maury, who you almost ran over, or that pharmacist who you yelled at, or that librarian you got fired? All right, okay, sometimes I get mad, but that's only because I have to. Oh, really? Why don't you tell that to the sidewalk Santa that you cursed out last Christmas? Let me tell you something. If it'll make you go down a couple of neck sizes, I will go to anger management. Great, 'cause they have a class going on upstairs right now. Well, I'll go if you'll go to your overeaters group.
Fine! Let's do it! Let's do it! This is for the chicken-and-egg crack. This is great. We haven't had date night in a while. I know. Well, we deserve it. I mean, you're sticking to your diet. Got my rice cakes. And, uh. I've mellowed out. It's-it's much better. Much better. And my nipples have healed up nicely. Those are taken. Oh, okay. Excuse me. Uh, uh, uh. Those, too. All the way down to that guy. Okay, one guy saving 20 seats. No law against that. See? How good was I? That was very good. But where are we gonna sit? Never sat in the front row before. Me, neither. Mmm.
Plain. Tell me if anything good happens over there. Right. Yeah, I think it's great that we're trying to improve ourselves. Oh, yeah. I just think that all these improvements are upsetting our balance as a couple. Yeah. Something's a little off, right? I mean, what should we do? Well, I'm just gonna throw this out at you, okay? What if I were to, uh, let you eat these Milk Duds? Would you let me go back there to the seats we're supposed to be in, and drop-kick that douche into the lobby? I didn't hear a word after "Milk Duds. " Thank God. What, do you own the movie theater? Move the coat, or I'm gonna shove it down your throat! There you go. Check it out. I made a Milk Dud sandwich. It's a dudwich. Ron was supposed to be saving these seats for us. You're up again. You're all gonna die. Hello, darling. Managed to slip away, but I think I sprang my bloody wrist. Oh, John... How is work? Fine, thanks. I'm doing a big abstract to the International Exhibition.
How's yours? I might be making some progress in the Ridgeway's Disease. I've a patient in Hammersmith Hospital, Mrs. Crabtree, she's a driver's wife, I believe, she's dying of Ridgeway's. But she's allowed me to try some new treatments on her. By God, she's got some spirit! Poor, frightened old thing that she is. And all I get from Gerda is, "Why are you out so late?" Well, sometimes you're with me. Hmm, but all the time I'm married to Gerda. It's what you wanted, isn't it? Yes. Will I see you this weekend? - Yes. Are you going? - Yes. - Well, that will be lovely. - Yes. Henrietta, come here. It's going to be a complete disaster. It's always the same when I invite Gerda. I wish I hadn't, but the worst thing is that she's so terribly nice. One has to have her, of course, it would be so terribly rude to invite John without her. On the other hand, it does seem so odd, doen't it? Someone as nice as Gerda should be so voyd of any kind of intelligence. I often think, if she had any spirit at all, she'd stay away. Henrietta will help, of course. Strange how good Henrietta is with Gerda. - What're you talking about, Lucy? - The weekend is upon us, Midge. The guests will be arriving any minute.
And I'm just trusting to Henrietta to make conversation, because John and Gerda it's a nightmare, John and Gerda. Lucy, do you know what time it is? I'm sorry, darling, I have absolutely no idea what time it is. It's a quarter past six! Midge, I am sorry! Why didn't you tell me? Come, come, come, go back to your dreams. Good night. - There you are, Mrs. Pearstock. - Thank you very much, Dr. Christow. Goodbye. Are you alright? I'm tired. A weekend in the country will make you feel better. Yes. Unfortunately, Gerda is driving. - Victor! - Mr. Poirot, sir, have a good trip? Without incident, thank you. Victor, Victor, what is that smell? - Smell? Can't smell anything, sir. Just good country air. Collie, the telephone number is on the pad, in the surgery. Call me if there's trouble. There'll be no trouble, Dr. Christow. - Goodbye, children. - Bye, daddy! Be good!
It won't start. Switch on the ignition, Gerda! - I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. - Let's just get there, shall we? I wish we could stay at home. The Angkatell frighten the life out of me. - Goodbye, children! - Bye mummy. Bye daddy! The weather's said fair for the weekend. Everything's spick and span (immaculate) at the cottage, the wife's seen to that. I am sure I shall be most comfortable. It will be a relief, I expect, escape the fumes and stink of London. I say! Milles tonnerres! Why must you spent so many hours at the hospital when you've a perfectly surgery at home? It's research, Gerda! Research, as I've explained before. - Why are you slowing? - It might be about to turn red. - But it isn't, is it? It's green. - Oh! Sorry... I just become convinced it'd suddenly... Oh, God, Gerda! Gudgeon! Hello, Midge! Great to see you!
- What a gorgeous car! - He's a Legonda. Goes like the wind! Thank you, Gudgeon. - Hello, Lucy. - Henrietta! Wonderful to see you. I supose that, by the time you take that magificent steed of yours to the stable, give it a rub down and a nosebag, lunch might be ready. - Who's coming? - The Christow. - And Edward's arriving after lunch. - Good. Looks like you'll have some company, Mr. Poirot. Someone has taken the cottage next door. Mr. Poirot! Enchanté, Madame. Everything is beautiful, as usual. But tell me, someone has taken up residence at Dovecotes? Yes, sir. A lady. An actrice, they say. How's the dreaded dress shop? Bloody awful! - Hello there! - Edward! Hello, Midge! Hello, Henrietta! But tell me, Madame Simms, what is this? I did not expect any mail to this address. It's from Lady Angkatell, up at The Hollow.
Pour ce soir? How are things at Ainswick, Edward? Just as lovely as ever? Why don't you come and see? You're always welcome. Anytime. Anytime at all. You are sweet. And Ainswick is the best place in the world. Do you remember our special tree? Igdrasil. The secret sign we used to draw everywhere? Fancy a breath here? My God! Igdrasil. Who drew that? You did. So, what've you been doing, since I saw you last? Nothing. That sounds... peaceful. You could find peace at Ainswick, with me. I wish I wasn't so dreadfully fond of you, Edward. Makes it so much harder to go on saying " no". What you really mean is that you won't marry me because of John Christow. - Why doesn't the fellow get a divorce? - Because... That's it, isn't it? If there'd be no John Christow in the world, you'd marry me. I used to spent my holidays with Edward, at Ainswick. It seemed so vast.
14.000 acres, is bound to be vast, Midge. Oh, how I miss it! - Why didn't you inherit it, Lucy? - Midge, you know very well girls don't inherit. It's the way the world wags. Edward isn't even my cousin, he's family's second cousin. But he's still in tail. Ainswick falls like rain, right plop in his lap. - Aren't you remotely bitter about that? - No, of course not. I've invited that crime fellow for dinner. I'm sorry? That's why I was in your bedroom so early, this morning. I had this premonition, you see. That we were to have terrible foughts, for dinner. So, him being here, just could be a distraction. What crime man, Lucy? He was in Bagdad when Henry was High-Comissionary. He stays in one of those funny little cottages, down the lane. I remember he wore this pink flower on his button hole and he was solving something, I can't quite remember what. But of course I'm not terribly interested on who killed whom. I mean, once you're dead, you're dead it doesn't matter why, does it? I'm no good in anything. I don't know why you ever married me. You needed taking care of, that's why I married you. I try to be a good wife, John. This may not be the best time to tell you... You know I love you, don't you? Of course I know, but I have to warn you... No one else, just you.
We'll never make it to Shovel Down in third. Very fair shooting, Edward. Now, there. Your turn, Henrietta. See if you can kill a burglar. - Well done! - No, you only winged him. Hello, everyone! Hello, Henry! - It's the Christow! - Hello. So sorry we're late. Not at all, not at all, just in time for sporting target practice. Nice to see you, John. Now then, Gerda, come along. - Try to put one in bullseye. I've never tried. - Hello, darling. - Darling. - I think you may have met Midge Hardcastle? - Yes, of course. And of course you know my second cousin, Edward. - How do you do, Edward? - Hello, John. - What's going on? - Henry's brought the artillery. Has he indeed? I sprang my bloody wrist. Careful. Did I miss?
I bet I missed. My turn, is it? Gerda, how lovely to see you! Thank you, Henry. Come along, Gudgeon. I say, Lucy! That's nothing. Once, on the Asian side of the Bosphorus, I was jumped by a couple of thugs. We were rolling about in the dirt, we were. Then, before I knew it, she'd shot one in the leg and one in stomach. How she didn't hit me, God alone knows! It's quite simple! You do it very quickly and you don't think about it, Henry. Sena has in ballet class. Point shoes, the whole lot. - And Terence? - Chemistry. Always trying to blow things up. He's planning to make nitroglycerine while were away. - But don't tell John anything. - Oh, I shan't. - And you? - Oh, I've taken up Leathercraft. Do you like this? I made it. It's so nice talking to you. But I suppose it will soon be time for dinner. Gerda why do you come here if you hate it so much? I want John to be happy.
- He could come without you. - No, he wouldn't like that. He wouldn't enjoy it without me. He said so. John is overly unselfish. I'd rather stay in Harley Street, to be frank, but he thinks it is good for me, to get out into the country. Oh, the country's alright. No need to throw in the Angkatells We're an odious family. Come on, let's go in and get changed. There's some sort of detective coming in, apparently. You wouldn't believe it. Monsieur Poirot has habilities one has to say, quite phenomenal. It's absolutely true, the talk about there was in Bagdad. Monsieur Poirot and his little "green" cells. Grey, Madame. Pardon me. But we're awfully lucky to have him as a neighbour. I mean, in case anything went wrong. Would you give it all up if I asked you to? And come and live with me? No. No? It's not really what you want. Couldn't you lie to me, just once? - Why? - Because I love you, Henrietta. But you're so... damn it all, so detached. Your art, your cars, your friends. I want you to think you only need me.
Isn't that what Gerda does? Don't you tell me you care a damn about Gerda. Why not? I like Gerda. - Dinner, Milady. - Thank you, Gudgeon Please, Monsieur Poirot. Come this way. Merci. Has anyone seen John? Well, the customers are awful! One has to put up far more insolence in a dress shop than Gudgeon or Simmons or any decent domestic does here. It must be absolute hell, darling. But why does one has to be so proud? Anyone having to earn one's living, doesn't have to be the end, has it? It's all about self-esteem, surely? You're the expert on that. So, how do you do it then, Monsieur Poirot? I beg your pardon, Mademoiselle? To solve so many crimes? Merely I use the process of the thought logic and once the process it has been applied, alors, the mistery becomes éclairé and the criminal mind it is uncovered. But that assumes that you're cleverer than the criminal, doesn't it? I am not sure that it does, Mademoiselle. Logically. Oh, I think it does. What happens if you come across one who's cleverer than yourself? This is not the highest probability, Mademoiselle. Have you ever been to Deauville, Monsieur...? Careful, sir. Henrietta has a very sharp tongue.
After dinner, we use to play games. Perhaps charades. But tonight I think it would be most appropriate, if we were to essay the Murder Game. Lucy, don't you think Monsieur Poirot would be rather bored... Someone has to pretend to be dead. Murdered. And then we all have to find out who did it. It's such fun! It usually turns out to be Gudgeon. Lady Angkatell, it's a proposition that is most delightful, but I'm one who retires early to his bed. Your dinner, it was superb. Mademoiselle, I hope that we shall resume our conversation at another time. I'd like that, Monsieur Poirot. - Sir Henry. - Mr. Poirot. An evening that was most delightful. - Thank you. - Thank you. I know! You must come to lunch tomorrow. Oh, yes! He must, mustn't he? Pardon, but tomorrow I am engagé. Nonsense, there's absolutely nothing to do around here, for miles and miles and miles. I insist you come to our sunday lunch. Henry, tell him I do not take kindly to being disobeyed. We'd be very pleased to have you, old man. Et bien.
It will be my pleasure to attend. Thank you. Bonne nuit. Good night, Mr. Poirot. - Good night. - Good night. Ace of diamonds. Why on earth did you lead that diamond, Gerda? Oh! I... was it wrong? Don't be absurd, she had to lead the diamond. The only sane thing to do. Game and rubber. Well done. - Wait, did we win? - A lucky finesse! - You cheated. - Was it obvious? So that Gerda would win. Honesty means nothing to you, does it? Good evening! - Who the devil are you? - Veronica Cray, Sir Henry. Please, please, forgiving me for barging in upon you like this. I'm the dinky little house, up the lane and I've had the most frightful catastrophe. Please, come on in. Henry, close the window. What happened? I've run out of matches. On a Saturday night!
And I smoke like a chimney... truly. I feel a complete fool, but there's not a match in Dovecotes so I've come to beg some from my only neighbours within miles and... - My God! - Hello, Veronica. My God, it's John Christow! Matches, was it? This is too, too extraordinary! - Do you know each other? - We did a long time ago. - Yes, John's an old friend. He was the first guy I was ever in love with. Midge, would you kindly ring the bell? I thought you were just wonderful! Weren't we really madly in love? Veronica, this is my wife. How lovely to meet you. Ah, Gudgeon, tell me, do we have plenty of matches in the house? - A dozen boxes came today, milady. - Excellent. - Would you kindly get six? - Very good, milady. And... how do you like Dovecotes? Oh, I adore it! It's so cute and so close to London... And, yet, we feel so gloriously isolated. We kindda lost touch when I went to California, didn't we? - You've been to California? - Oh, I live there, actually. I just popped over to do a little play. One has to keep up to hand, and say hello to Shaftesbury Avenue and all that.
My dear Lady Angkatell, I surely won't need all these. We have plenty in the house. Besides, I always think it's rather tiresome only having one of a thing, don't you? This is very kind of you, thank you. Will you see me back to my cottage? I want dreadfully to know what you've been up to in all those years and years, since I've seen you. I'm so sorry to have bothered you in this pathetic way, Lady Angkatell, - Night, night. - Good night. - That was Veronica Cray! - Indeed. We must catch up one of her pictures, Henry. If that little performance is anything to go by, we will certainly get our money's worth. - I assure it's true - It can't be! - I'm not joking... - No, it's not true! It is true. Come on, John. Come on. What time is it? Uh... I've- - I've no idea. Sorry to wake you. I had to go in for a drink with the woman. Good night, John. Good night. Morning. - Morning.
- Morning. We're shooting after breakfast. - We might bag a few pigeon. - You wanna come? No, thanks. I feel a bit shattered, to be honest. For me? It came this morning, sir. We have to talk about our future. I'm sorry? Our future, John! We've wasted 12 years. I'm not going back to the States. I'm going to make my life here, with you. You've this you've got this taped out all wrong. We had quite a time together, last night, but Veronica, you know our lives are completely divergent. I mean, when we split up, 12 years ago, well,... that was just it. We split up. We didn't split up. You ditched me. I was your fiancée and you ditched me! I couldn't go with you to Hollywood. I had to finish Med School. Of course, to being a doctor. Well, you go on being a doctor, I don't mind. My dear girl, I'm married. I have children! I know. I'm married myself, at the moment. It's nothing a good divorce lawyer can't fix.
John... I always did want to be your wife. You see, I have this passion, this overpowering passion! - We have to be together. - No. That is not going to happen! - But last night... - Last night...? Look, you're not a child! Last night was a one off. Are you saying you don't love me? You are a very, very alluring woman, Veronica, but I don't... love you, no. I came all this way to find you! Waited in this ghastly hovel (hut) for the weekend for you to be here! You see I knew that if we could be, just once more, together, ... just once more You-- you planned it? You belong to me, John. You're mine! When I was young man, I wanted to share my life with you and you wouldn't do it. Because my career is so much more important than yours. Anyone can be a doctor. You're a nasty piece of work! You leave me again, I'll really make you sorry! So be it! Goodbye. I hate you more than I thought I could hate anyone! Good day, sir. Lady Angkatell would like you to come to the pavillion, sir, for a glass of cherry.
- Out of doors? - Would you care to follow me, sir? Merci. Milady? I see that you are playing the "Murder Game". Alors, très bien. I congratulate you all. Henrietta... - Allow me, madam. - Give that to me, Gerda! Mademoiselle, do no... Poirot? What's happened? Gerda has mur... I mean... John has been shot. He's dead. Isn't really my line, murder. Non, but the procedure it has been followed quite correctly and, until the police arrive, all we can do is to ensure that the body it is undisturbed. and that nobody tampers with the evidence. It's... it's a bit chilly. - You alright if we wait in the pavillion? - Oui, bien sûr. Can I offer you a cherry? Non, merci. It's better not to touch. - I suppose we can smoke. - Oui. Non, non, merci. A very able fellow, Christow.
Very able. Slightly too able, if you take my meaning. I just don't know what to do about lunch. It seems so heartless to be seating around a table, stuffing oneself as if nothing had happened. Don't worry on my account, Lucy. God bless you, dear Edward, but say what you will, murder is a very awkward thing. It upsets the servants so, breaks whole routine out. The worst of all, it was duck for lunch, my very, very favourite! What about Gerda, Midge? Perhaps something on a tray would be good. I've placed sandwiches and some coffe in the dining-room, milady. Gudgeon, thank you! Gudgeon really is a jewel, you know? And a proper, substantial sandwich is as good as lunch. And there's nothing remotely heartless about them, if you know what I mean. - Lucy, don't! This is all so awful! - Oh! Midge! Don't cry, little Midge. Monsieur Poirot, this is Inspector Grange. I expect you've heard about Monsieur Poirot. - I most certainly have. - Inspector. May I ask you what brings you to these "neck o da woods"? Well, I visit this "neck of the woods", Inspector, for the weekends. My friends persuaded me to purchase a cottage here. It is the second one, in that way, along the lane. Are you fond of the countryside, aren't you, sir? Le paysage is most, except for the trees, have this untidy habit of dropping leaves.
And that path leads to the lane, you say? Oui. And that path leads to the farm and that's where Lady Angkatell came? Edward Angkatell and Miss Savernake came from the woods separately and then they stood there and there? Oui, it was like one mis-en-scène from the theatre. I'm giving Gerda some brandy. Oh, how thoughtful of you, Henrietta. Yes, I was remembering, we were given a brandy, for shock, when I was a little girl, at Ainswick. Of course, I suppose it's not exactly a shock with Gerda, is it? Personally, I don't know how I would feel if I'd just murdered my husband, but wouldn't exactly be shock, would it? I mean, there wouldn't be no element of surprise. Why are you so sure that Gerda killed John? It seems so evident. Why, what else do you suggest? Isn't it possible that Gerda came along to the pool, found John lying there and just picked up the revolver when we came on the scene? This is what Gerda says? Yes. Oh! Well, fortunately, duck is... quite pleasant cold. I couldn't lie down any longer. I still can't believe that it's real. That John is dead. Who could have killed him? Who could possibly have killed John? This is my wife, Inspector Grange. Lady Angkatell. I was hoping to have a word with Mrs. Christow. There she is. - Mrs. Christow? - Yes, I'm Gerda Christow.
I should just want to ask you a few-- He was a wonderful doctor. So kind, so unselfish. The best of husbands. Who could've wanted to kill him? What exactly happened, Mrs. Christow? It was all so sudden... I went out from the house, and along the path to the swimming pool... What time was this? About 12:58. I noticed the clock. And, when I got there, there was John, lying there, and blood... - Did you hear the shoot? - Yes. No... I don't know. Sir Henry and Edward were out shooting. I just saw John... blood and a revolver. - And I picked up the revolver... - Why? I beg your pardon? Why did you pick it up? I don't know. Shouldn't I have? So you have decided that Madame Christow shot her husband? Yes, sir. Don't you think she did it? It could have happened as she said. Yes, could have.
But it's a very thin story. They all think she did it. And you thought she'd done it, didn't you? When you first arrived on the scene... I am not sure what I thought. Something was not exactement as it should have been. What's that? Looks like leather work, sir. - Oh, right. - Sir, we got the weapon. Come on, pick it up. Been in the pool, destroyed any fingerprints that might have been on it. Yes, it comes from my collection. It's my hobby, Inspector. - When did you last see this one? - Yesterday afternoon. We were doing some target practice. Who actually fired the gun on that occasion? I think we all had at least one shot with it. - Including Gerda Christow? - Including Gerda Christow. And after the shooting? I put the firearm back in its usual place. Will Sir Henry require a late supper, milady? There is some duck leftover. No, Gudgeon, he's driving Mrs. Christow up to London as we speak. He's staying at his club. Gudgeon, about those eggs... I meant to write the date on them, as per usual. But, because of the confusion...
Could you kindly ask the cook? I've seen to it myself, milady. Oh, bless you, Gudgeon. - Do you think Gerda will be alright? - Oh, yes. She'll probably send for some old school friend of hers. She's probably got three or four. I can just see them, scrabbling hockey types, from Turnbridge Wells. What extraodinary things you do say, Lucy! Very well, Eastbourne and tennis, if you insist. I wonder if there're any left...? - School friends? - No! Policemen. Don't they normally leave one hovering in the hall? Or outside, peeking behind a bush, watching the door? In case another murder is comitted in the night? Lucy, don't... I'm so sorry, how stupid of me, of course. Gerda is on her way back to London. Oh, dear. I didn't mean... Tomorrow, I think it's better to telephone the shop, you know. Just tell them about the inquest. Just say you're staying off here for a few days. I haven't said anything, but you do know how sorry I am? Sorry? That John Christow's gone? You didn't like John. He and I hadn't much in common.
You had me in common. Henrietta, for God's sake! No need to be like that. What did you think I'd be like? Did you think I'd seat and cry for a pocket handkerchief while you'd held my hand? You're nice enough, Edward, but, honestly, you are inadequate. Alô? Yes. Monsieur Poirot, we could use your brains. Join us, would you? So which of the ladies did this wrap belong to? I take it, sir, that you're referring to the cape of artic fox. I noticed it yesterday, when I took the cherry out to the pavillion. But it is not the property of anyone in this establishment, sir. Well, who's is it, then? It might possibly belong to Miss Cray, the motion picture actrice. She payed a visit after dinner, the night before last, for the purpose of borrowing some matches, sir. Did she take away six boxes? That is correct, sir. Servants are the devil, aren't they? Still Sir Henry identified the gun. Which means that all Mrs. Christow had to do was to get it from the study. Don't you agree? - And her motive, what is it? - Motive? Jealousy, I'd say. La jalousie? Peut-être. You know these fancy doctors. He'd probably get one of those rich lady patients a good "see to".
And Lady Angkatell mentioned some trouble with a nurse. But she was a bit vague. Yes, she would be vague. I'm taking the train off to London. I'm going to Harley Street. Would you care to join me? I don't remember any quarrels. No. Mrs. Christow was devoted to her husband. Quite slavishly so. - Tyrannical, was he? - No. But he was what I would call a selfish man. He took it for granted that Mrs. Christow would fall in with his ideas. You organized his appointments, Miss Collins. Any difficulty with patients? Lady patients? He had an excellent manner with patients. Yes, but any hanky panky? - Certainly not. What about Mlle. Veronica Cray? Veronica Cray? Well, we believe she was a friend of Dr. Christow's. - Do you mean the actrice? - Oui. I'd no idea he knew her. Any ideas as to whom might have killed Dr. Christow? Absolutely none at all, Inspector. When the body was discovered, Mme. Christow was standing beside it, with a revolver in her hand. Look, I don't know who you are, but if you think Gerda Christow killed her husband, you are categorically wrong.
- It's the Inspector, Mrs. Christow. - Thank you, Collie. - Good afternoon. - My friend Elsie, I mean, Mrs. Patterson. - Ma'am. This is Monsieur Poirot. Have you found out who killed him? Uh... no, not yet Ma'am. - Was it you, Mrs. Christow? - That's unfair! - Why do you persecute the poor woman? - Excusez-moi. But perhaps Madame Christow would prefer to speak for herself. It was not me. No. It is a hard thing, to kill the one you love, n'est ce pas? A very hard thing, I should imagine. I couldn't do it. Balistic's report. We ran it right away. Have a look at that, Poirot. Merci, Madame. So the balistics report proves that the gun in the pool was not the one who killed John Christow. I've spoken to Sir Henry. He says that there is a gun missing in his collection. A .38 Smith Wesson, brown holster. I think this whole thing could be a frame set up to implicate Mrs. Christow. But, if that was so, why do not leave the right revolver lying by the body?
But she might not have pick it up. And it is possible, Inspector, that the murderer might be someone who wanted to kill Dr. Christow, but did not want to implicate Gerda Christow. Well, he had a funny way to work about it. We suspected her right from the start. Oui, mon ami. Very swiftly you suspected her. Look, Poirot. You were a eye witness, you saw everything. Oui, I saw. But the eyes of witnesses are most unreliable. Sometimes, the eyes see what they are meant to see. You saying it was arranged? There was something about the tableau, the people around the pool it was false. And I can not place my finger on what it was. There were three people, Lady Angkatell, Monsieur Edward Angkatell and Henrietta Savernake. Henrietta. And anyone of these three people could have shot Dr. Christow before Madame Christow arrived, could have retreated by one of the paths, turn around and returned. Blimey, you're right. There is also another possibility, Inspector. Someone could have come from the path, along the lane, then fired the shot and gone back the same way. You're dead right. And that could be Miss Veronica Cray. Crime of passion. Bingo! - You have interviewed her? - Yes, I have. Christow went to visit her that morning. They had a fight.
I spoke to the maid. Cray said to him: "I hate you more than I ever thought I could hate anyone!" That is interesting. And it was her fur coat in the pavillion? Yes, it was. She must have left it there when she entered to borrow the matches. I do not believe she went there to borrow the matches. She could have borrowed them from me and saved the walk. No, no, no. She was nervous, on account of you being a foreigner. Et bien... - Santé. - Santé. You know something about human nature, don't you? I know a little about human nature. Inspector Grange has got into his head that I quarreled with John Christow on the day he died. And did you? I hadn't seen John for 12 years. But the real truth is so fantastic that I'm certain that a guy like Grange wouldn't believe it. But I think you might understand. I am flattered, Mademoiselle. Actually, I am married. Madame. 12 years ago, John was very in love with me. Even obsessively so. He wanted me to give up acting, having a life of my own, even a mind of my own He was so possessive and domineering I thought I couldn't go through with it and I broke off the engagement. I'm affrai he took it rather hard.
When we came back here, on saturday night, the whole thing blew up again. He went mad, quite literally mad. He wanted to leave his wife and children, he wanted me to divorce my husband he wanted us to get back together. He carried a torch for me, all these years. We argued and argued, and in the end I had to send him back The Hollow. Next morning, he returned. I told him it was impossible. He insisted. I told him I didn't love him, I could never love him and I begged him not to ruin my life a second time. I had to be brutal. Yes, I said I hated him. And we parted in anger. And now he is dead. - It is a tragedy. - Undoubtedly. Do you think I should say any of this at the inquest? I mean... his wife. I can not see that it has any bearing at the inquest. It is private. And perhaps it should remain so. I talked with the kitchen maid, sir. Simmons. She says that, Sunday afternoon, she saw the butler walk across the hall with a revolver in his hand. I'm very sorry, sir. I suppose I ought to have mentioned it. At about 17:30, I noticed a revolver lying upon the hall table. I picked it up and brought it in here. There was a gap up there on the shelf, so I put it where it belong. Which one, Gudgeon? This one, sir.
But that is not a revolver. That is an automatic pistol. I'm very sorry, sir. I'm affraid I'm not fully informed about firearms. Sir Henry, I'll have it fully checked for fingerprints. Oh! ... I doubt there will be any fingerprints, sir. Why not? Because I polished it with my handkerchief before replacing it, sir. Why the devil did you do that? I felt it might be dusty, sir. How nice to see you, Monsieur Poirot. Oh, dear! There's a poor girl in the kichen, just sobbing her heart out. What have you been telling them about the pistol, Gudgeon? Never mind, it doesn't matter. I'll explain everything. You may go. Dear poor Gudgeon, you know. He tries so hard to protect us from any kind of trouble... This here is all quite feudal, you know? But he didn't find the pistol in the hall at all. No, no, no. He found it when he took out the eggs. Eggs? What eggs? You see, I went out to the farm to collect the eggs. I put the pistol on the egg basket and then I put the new eggs on top of the pistol. When I came back and saw John laying there, well...
I mean, unwell I sort of had a bit of a shock and almost dropped the basket. Dear sweet Gudgeon, as per usual, sprang to my rescue. Later on, I wanted to write the date on the eggs, otherwise, you see, we tend to eat the fresher eggs before the older ones, and that simply will not do... And then Gudgeon told me he had taken care of everything. And which pistol was that, Lady Angkatell? That was the Mauser.25. And why did you put it into the basket? Oh! I knew you would ask me that, Monsieur Poirot. Of course I... must have had a reason, mustn't I, Henry? I mean, I must have had some idea worrying about in my head, in order for me to put the Mauser into the egg basket, in first place. My wife is extremely absent-minded. Sir Henry, if I may ask you a question. How many people, in general, know that the police can identify a gun by the little marks on the bullet. The marks of the riffling. I think that's pretty well common knowledge nowadays, Poirot. I was just taking the dog for a walk. I love peaking in other people's houses. Do you mind if I take a look? But certainly, Mademoiselle, entrez, if you please. I would be most grateful, however, if the dog might be kept outside. How beautifully tidy! You'd hate my studio. There's clay all over the place, and glaze, and paint bottles... But I understand, you are an artiste. Aren't you an artist too, Monsieur Poirot? On the whole, I would say non. I've known crimes that were artistic, supreme exercises of imagination. But the solving of them, non. The criative power is not what is needed.
What is required is a passion for truth. And, once you have the truth, once you have knowledge, is that enough? Or do you have to go one step further and transform the knowledge into action? Why did you come here, Mademoiselle Savernake? As I said, I was taking the dog for a walk. It is odd I did never take notice of a dog on my visits to the Angkatell. That might be because they haven't got one. I borrowed the gardener's. Don't actually like animals much, dogs, horses... horrible, smelly things. I am not, Monsieur Poirot, terribly truthful. Non. But I think that you have integrity. The inquest is tomorrow. Is it necessary, do you know, the Police to know that I was John Christow's mistress? You were lovers? I do not think that the Police has any difficulty in discovering this. I suppose not. Why should Gerda bear such heavy burden? She adored John and now she is dead. I didn't break up his married life. I was one of a procession, along with Veronica Cray and all the others. - So he was like that? - No! He was a noble man, a fine man. He was doing a vital research into a debilitanting disease. It's called Ridgeway's, there is no known cure. He was working on it night and day, for months. His curiosity, his determination... Oh! I wish I could make you understand.
- But I understand. - Really? You mentioned Veronica Cray. She also was a friend of Dr. Christow? They were engaged to be married 12 years ago. Were they? Look, I'll make it simple. Veronica was, and is, a bitch of the first water. She wanted John to give up medicine and go and live with her in Califórnia. So he broke off and subsequentely married Gerda. He had a number of affairs, which Gerda never knew nothing about. But he really never got over Veronica. And in the last Saturday they met, for the first time in 12 years. He went out to see her home and he returned to the Hollow at 03:00 a.m.. Yes. How do you know? The housemaid had a toothache. Lucy has far too many servants. And how is it that you know? I was watching out my window. The toothache, Mademoiselle? Quite another kind of ache, Monsieur Poirot. If you see me with a pistol in my hand, Simmons, the proper thing to do is come to me and say: Mr. Gudeon, would you be so kind and give me an explanation. Yes, Mr. Gudgeon. The improper thing to do is to go babbling to the Police. That is common. Where would Her Ladyship be, if we all run doing things like that, hmm? Lucy, why did you take the pistol? I'm not entirely sure, Henry.
I do recall, though, waking up that morning with some sort of premonition, that there might, just might, be some kind of accident.. Accident, who might have had an accident? Well, obviously, John Christow. And, I mean, one does feel awfully sorry, of course, and one does tend to blame oneself... - Good God, Lucy! Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry, I'm so dreadfully worried about Ainswick. If Edward never marries, and he won't, you know, if Henrietta turns him down, it will all die out. It will. They will break it up and sell it off in little tiny pieces. Lucy, does it really, honestly, matter? Of course it matters. Ainswick is my home. It's all our land. No... Somebody'd got to get rid of him. Lucy, you didn't... Don't be such a fool. Do you really believe, for a moment, that I could've shot him? I invited him here, Henry. One doesn't ask guests for the weekend and start bumping them off. - Did your aunt like John Christow? - Lucy? Lucy's a cousin, not an aunt. Yes, she liked him very much. And your... also cousin, Mr. Edward Angkatell, - did he like Dr. Christow? - Not particularly.
And do they like Madame Christow? It's not a matter of liking her, she's famíly. - Is she? - We're not all rich, you know? Gerda is from a branch of rather humble Angkatell's. She's tolerated, I think it's fair to say, because she's one of us. And your understanding of tolerance would be to sleep with her husband? Why did you take the revolver out of the hand of Madame Christow and drop it into the pool? A Gerda is very clumsy. She might have fired it and hurt someone. But you're not clumsy, are you? And yet you dropped it. If there were fingerprints on that revolver, that is to say, fingerprints before Madame Christow handled it, it would've been intersting to know who's they were. Meaning that you think that they were mine. You're suggesting that I shot John and then left the revolver beside him so that Gerda could come along and pick it up. But if I'd done that, give me credit for enough intelligence, to have wiped my own figerprints off first. But, Mademoiselle, you have enough intelligence to know that if there would be no fingerprints in the revolver, other than Madame Christow's, other than Madame Christow's, it would be très remarcable. Because you were all shooting with the revolver the day before. And there are something else we have just discovered. We now know that the revover that was dropped into the pool was not the revolver that killed John Christow. He was shot with a quite different gun. And you think that I shot him? When he was dying, John Christow said: "Henrietta." I told you, we were lovers. Oh yes, of course . He was your lover. So, as he was dying, he says, "Henrietta."
Very touching. - I don't think there is any need to sneer. - I am not sneering. But I do not like being lied to. I've admitted that I'm not very truthful. But I don't kill people, Monsieur Poirot. Gerda! Poor dear, Gerda. I'm so sorry. Not getting too a little sleep, I trust. What is an adjournment, you know? You must be famished. Why don't you come back to the Hollow for lunch? I'm taking Gerda directly home. She needs rest and quiet, not this. What did they see in Christow? That wretched woman is completely heartbroken. - Poor devil. - Are you all packed? I'm getting lift to town. All set. Come on, Midge. Bye, Edward. Bye. Edward! - Damn cold! - It is, rather. What's this one? It looks a bit like Gerda. Cowed and hunched.
She modelled for me. Don't you dare tell her that's what what I ended up with. I call it "The Worshiper". Who is she worshiping? John. Did you understand all that business with the second gun? No, but it lets Gerda off the hook, doesn't it? Let's have some tea and toasts, then I'll take you to your lodgings. Mademoiselle, do not! John has been shot. He's dead. Edward, Midge, how wonderful to see you both! He rescued me from Madame Alfrege. It was frightfully romantic. I was whisked from the shop and taken to lunch at The Connaught and, do you know what? I never went back. I'm a dull dog, I know. I am no much good at anything. I just read books, putter about. Midge has agrred to come to Ainswick and be my wife. And nothing could make me happier. Of white satin, don't you think? And ivory Prayer Book. What about bridesmaids? Oh, I don't fuss. Just a quiet wedding. I quite agree. They don't match, do they? I mean it, there's always a rather plain one, that ruins the whole-- Absolutely dozens of them, poking about in the woods, making a terrible mess with all the pheasants!
Why are they still here? They're searching for the missing revolver, Midge. Bonjour, Mademoiselle. Good morning, Monsieur Poirot. Will they find it, do you think? Soon, I should say. You have returned very suddenly from London, Mademoiselle. There's a party for Midge and Edward, who, believe it or not, are getting married. Why, did you think the murderer would return to the scene of the crime? You know, it did seem to me, from the very beginning, that either this crime was very simple, so simple that it was very difficult to believe in its simplicity, or it was very complex. And it is to say that we are contending against a mind that is able of inventions that are intricate and ingenious. So that every time we seem to be heading towards the truth, we're actually being led away from it. A mind that is subtle and yes, very ingenious, which is plotting agaist us the whole time. And succeding. What is that to do with me? It is a creative mind, Mademoiselle. - And this is a strange tree. - It's a Igdrasil. A memento of my childhood, I draw it everywhere, doodling, you know. I've seen it before, in the pavillion, by the pool. In the pavillion? Where it must have been drawn on Sunday morning. Oh yes, on the little table. - But that was on Saturday afternoon. - Non, non... It was not there when Gudgeon brought the cherry glasses. - Then it must have been in Sunday afternoon. - Non, because Grange's men did not leave the area until dusk. Oh, yes!
I remember. It was after dinner, on Saturday. Non, Mademoiselle Savernake. People do not doodle in the dark. No, I think you were in the pavillion on Sunday, after 12:00, when Gudgeon brought out the cherry glasses. I think you stood by the table, watching someone, waiting for someone and you doodled. I didn't go down to the pool until 13:00. Just after John Christow had been shot. But Igdrasil testifies against you. You were there and shot Dr. Christow or you were there and saw who did. This is outrageous! Do you think you are cleverer than I? The inquest resumes tomorrow, and all I've got is vague suspicions leading to nowhere. Nowhere, instead of somewhere. That is it. Do you know, half the time I think those Angkatells know all about it. Oh, they do know all about it. Henrietta Savernake? Nothing from her either. She went straight to Chelsea. I searched her studio with a fine tooth comb, but there's no gun. Just art pieces. Sculptures, funny looking horses, bits of wood, metal... - Horses, did you say? - Wel, one horse. If you can call it a horse. - A horse? - Yeah, what's so fascinating about that? It's a point of psicology, Inspector. How quickly can you get me up to London?
What're you looking for, sir? This. The horse. Merci. Quite good, actually. Merci. Monsieur Poirot! Mademoiselle Savernake doesn't like horses. Voilá. I think that this will prove to be the murder weapon. - So Miss Savernake did it. - Non! Looks to me bloody likely. No, Mademoiselle Savernake is not, in my opinion, a murderer. Let us be quiet about our discovery, for the time being, Inspector. And watch. Let us be intelligent. Is Her Ladyship at home? You will find Lady Angkatell in the greenhouse. If I might, the inquest is concluded, murder by person or persons unknown. Is it necessary to trouble Her Ladyship further, sir? Lady Angkatell. Monsieur Poirot. Tell me, what are your views on compost? I've come to offer you apologies for the inconveniencies you have suffered. It's high time to put a full stop to the whole thing. You do understand me, don't you? I'm not sure that I do, Lady Angkatell. Oh, come, come, Poirot. You understand perfectly!
Since Inspector Grange has failed to find the murder weapon, he'll have to let the whole thing drop. You, I dare say, won't. Non, I shall not let it drop. What if were told the truth? Would you like to tell me the truth? Oh, Monsieur Poirot, I would love to tell you the truth. Then, of course, we could all agree that John Christow is over and done with. Could we, Madame? You really are very foreign, aren't you? Are you quite sure you have not something, Lady Angkatell? Something just came upon me, you might have overlooked it. I could be wrong, of course, and you could've handled everything, but since you never mentioned it, I'm a little concearned... What's the matter, Lucy? - It's the holster. - What? Oh Henrietta, the holster! The gun was in a holster! - Yes, Collie? - It's Miss Savernake. The holster, Gerda! Where is the holster? You have to give me the holster and then you'll be safe. Not completely safe. Dommage. Poirot! How did you...? Sometimes, the fastest car it is not fast enough, Mademoiselle. Not when it races against the brain. Where are the children?
- Elsie's taken them to the Zoo. - Thank Heaven for that! I know that you killed your husband, Madame. Yes. I did. Why did you do it, Gerda? Why did you kill John? Because it was all a lie! Everything! I thought he was the noblest man in the world. But I saw his face when he followed that woman, that evening... I knew he'd loved her, before he'd married me, but I thought... I thought it was over. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. It was the middle of the night. I had to know. They were there. I could hear them. John and Veronica Cray. I believed in him as though he were God. I worshiped him. And it was all a lie. I had to kill him. You do see that? I had to! I am not quite so stupid as everyone thinks. I knew I could kill John and the Police would never know because I had read in this novel how they can tell which gun fires the bullet. So, I took two. Sir Henry had shown how to load and fire the day before. It was easy.
You shove the cilinder back into the frame and you're ready for shooting. I'd shot with one then hide it and let them find me holding the other. I forgot about the leather thing. - The holster. - I forgot about it too. I also forgot. The memory, it is selective, n'est ce pas? And then I heard Inspector Grange mention this holster, this holster of leather-- I remembered where I had seen it before. What's that? Looks like leather work, sir. Where is your bag for the leather work? I-I think it's in the surgery. The surgery? I seat there. In his chair. I'll fetch it for you, shall I? S'il vous plaît. But Madame... Oh, I'm not going anywhere, don't worry. When you return to your studio, I'm affraid you'll discover that one of your sculptures, it has been destroyed. It is the sculpture of the head of the horse. It could have worked, Mademoiselle, if you did not tell me how much you detested the creatures. I know that you were helped by your family, once they knew what you wanted done. Henrietta. Isn't it possible that Gerda came along by the pool, found John lying there and just picked up the revolver when we came on the scene? This is what Gerda says? Yes. But why do you wanted it done, Mademoiselle?
Because John asked me to. That's what he meant when he said, "Henrietta". He was asking me to protect Gerda. And he knew that I'd do anything he wanted, because I loved him. Oui. I began to realize the truth when I saw there was a pattern, a pattern to implicate everyone, other than Gerda Christow. You deliberatly planted Igdrasil to catch my attention and put yourself under suspicion. I put the pistol on the egg basket and then I put the new eggs on top of the pistol. Oh, I doubt there'll be any fingerprints, sir. Because I polished it with my handkerchief before replacing it, sir. And Lady Angkatell, and the family, they closed hands and colluded, because... There's only one thing to do, if you want to clear from suspicion the person who is actually guilty, suggest guilt elsewhere, but never localize it . - Vite! - Oh, my God! Gerda! Gerda! Help her, for God's sake! It is too late. Potassium Cyanide. Wife of a doctor... She knew exactly what to do. What happens to me now? Go, my child. Your place is with the living. I will remain here with the dead. Man's voice: This here is a ghost story. But this ghost story is different from all the others.
It's different because this one's all true. I know because I was there. It all happened right here in this very town-- across the bridge, over by the old graveyard. It was all hallows' Eve, it was all hallows' Eve, or what people like to call Halloween. And it all happened down there... In the hollow. ( Screams ) ( Dull thud ) Now on this particular evening there was a party going on at the home of a wealthy man named baltus van tassel. The townsfolk came from all over to celebrate. And amongst these revelers was the new schoolmaster ichabod crane. This blows. Brody, knock it off, I'm trying to hear this. It is kinda creepy, if you think about it. It is kinda lame, if you think about it. Some people say that he often resembled some people say that he often resembled a crane while walking through town. - ( Crowing ) - ( Laughing ) Man: Karen, let's go. You can go if you want, but I'm staying here. Storyteller: Ichabod was understandably excited to be invited to this party, as he was finally able to court the beautiful young daughter of its host, Katrina van tassel. Woman: Guys, can we do this tomorrow night? Man: Tomorrow night's the hayride. Besides, you said you want a scare, right? Well, I'm gonna give you one.
Oh, huh-uh. - What are you scared? - Woman: Yeah, that... And it's wrong to chump around on someone's grave. Where's that creepy old groundskeeper guy? She's got a point there, brode. Remember when we snuck in that one time, back in third grade? He was just trying to scare us. Man: Dude chased us with an ax, man. - Who does that? - I'll tell you what, we'll go up, put our hand in and we'll call it a night. What's the big deal with all of this, anyways? The big deal is that you, Karen and everybody else around here take the legacy of this town for granted. You act like it's just another place on the map. You're drunk. But it's not just another place on the map. This is the birthplace of the most famous ghost story there ever was. Ow, you're hurting me! Brody: This should be the end all, be all of Halloween. And what do we got to show for it? A junior-boy storyteller and a hokey haunted hayride. Scott, could you please get this gorilla off of me? Hey, let her go, man. I'll tell you what... All it would take is one bad Halloween-- like maybe three kids going to a graveyard and only one comes back. Then people would know.
Then they would know what kind of town we live in. Woman: Go stick your hand in. What? You heard me, you go do it-- you heard me, you go do it-- see if anything grabs you. Show us how it's done. That's the spirit. See, nothing. - ( Metal clanks ) - Oh my god! - Brody! - Oh my god, help me, please guys, help! All right, get him, get him. ( Laughs ) Woman: Jackass. What's wrong? Where you go-- it was just a joke. Hey, where you going? You guys be careful out there. And remember, if you see the horseman... Make for the bridge. And as ichabod recalled brom's horrible warning, he kicked and whipped and yelled at his horse, urging it to go faster, the headless horseman just behind him. Sparks flew from the hoofs of the rider's unholy steed. And ichabod looked up and through the trees he could see the bridge. Ichabod and his horse dashed across the bridge, the headless horseman just behind him. The headless horseman just behind him. Ichabod chanced a look back, expecting to see the fearful apparition gone, but instead he saw the horseman stand up in his stirrups, cock back his arm that held the rider's bloody severed head, with Gore and guts still clinging to the skull. And he fired the hideous missile... And that was the last that anyone ever saw of the old schoolmaster.
Now some say that ichabod actually escaped the horseman now some say that ichabod actually escaped the horseman and left sleepy hollow to become a lawyer in New York, not far from here, while others say that it was brom who chased ichabod out of town, out of jealousy. But the old Dutch wives of these parts still maintain that ichabod crane, the new schoolmaster, was whisked away on that Halloween evening by the most horrific ghoul ever seen, the headless horseman of sleepy hollow. The headless horseman of sleepy hollow. ( Applause ) - Hey. - Honey, that was super. Thank you. Where's dad? He wanted to come, sweetie, he was exhausted. I think the start of the season and the move and everything really took it out of him, you know? Yeah, I know. ( Laughs ) - Thank you for coming. - Sure. See you. ( Sighs ) I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to do? How could you just stand there and have him treat me like that? Hey, he just gets carried away with this whole legend. I mean I guess he's proud of the history around here. Besides, you were having fun. No, I wasn't. Really? You know, somebody dared him to put his hand in the tomb. Who was that? I just wanted to see if he'd get eaten. So, is there something to that whole scared sex thing? Maybe. ( Metal clangs )
What was that? Ha, ha, that's not funny, Scott. It's Brody. He's screwing around in van ripper's shed. Scott, please don't, I-- just stay here, all right? I'm sick of this. Hey, Brody! Scott. The door is open. ( Sword unsheathes ) Spooky, very spooky, you had me going for a sec. Hey Amber, come inside the- ( sword slices ) - ( Splatters ) Amber: Scott? Scott? ( Gasps ) ( Groans ) ( Footsteps approaching ) - ( Roars ) - ( Screaming ) Karen: That was great. ( Laughs ) I'm already giving you a ride, you can stop with the flattery. No, no, I mean it though, you were really good. And thank you for the ride, I really appreciate it. Oh, it's no problem. ( Sighs ) So, uh... Where's Brody?
Didn't you guys come together? No. Brody's got a short attention span. But then he's captain of the football team, so I guess you get what you pay for, right? - ( Laughs ) - I guess. I just- - I guess I thought you guys were like a thing. Were like a thing. No, we're not a thing. I mean, am I getting myself into trouble here? New in town-- already making moves on the quarterback's main squeeze. Okay, first off, I'm nobody's squeeze. And second, Brody isn't exactly my ideal. I like a guy who's interested in more than just my pom-poms. Maybe you and I should, I don't know, go for a coffee or something sometime. ( Screams ) Oh my god. Are you all right? Yeah, I'm just a little shaky, I'm fine. - You sure you're all right? - ( Screams ) ( Woman panting ) You scared the crap out of us. - You okay? - I'm doing about as well as could be expected, which I don't suppose is all that good. What were you doing in the road? I could have killed you. I was listening, teacher.
I was listening. Why are you calling me that? Ian, he's a gravekeeper and he's obviously drunk. My name is claus van ripper, although that doesn't mean much to ye. And I'm not drunk. I do take care of the cemetery and I need to talk to ye. There is something you need to know. Let's get out of here, he's obviously drunk. Let him have his bender, let's go. I just about killed the guy. We can't leave him here if he's drunk. Shh! Quiet. Something's coming. Huh-uh. What the hell are you doing out here, huh? Shh-shh. Ya hear that? Ian: What? - Let's just-- - ( Screams ) ( Laughs ) You okay, junior? You look like you seen a ghost. You've been up to the yard, haven't you? What are you doing up there? Just trying to give Scott and Amber a scare. Trying to instill a little history in them. You, if anybody, should understand that. You shouldn't be up in the yard-- not tonight, not ever, especially not tonight. Relax van ripper, we didn't mess up any of your landscaping.
I'm sorry about stranding you. It's okay, Ian was taking me for coffee. Beggin' your pardon, ma'am, but you should go with young vandersnot here. - I need to talk to the teacher alone. - What? He's come back. He's come back for ye. I need to talk to you. - Let's go. - Karen: Ian, Ian. ( Sighs ) I can't leave this guy in the middle of the road. Look at him, he's obviously smashed. I don't want him to get hit by somebody else. Rain check? Okay. Ya sure you don't want to sit, son? I can't, I'm already out way past my curfew. My dad is gonna kill me. I don't even know why I came here in the first place. Oh, you don't, huh? Well, I think you do. It's your destiny. You can't run from your destiny, teacher. What the are you talking about? And what's with all this teacher crap? ( Laughs ) You are a stubborn one, aren't ye? I have to go, okay?
I'm really sorry, but I do have to go. I call ye teacher, on account of that's what you are. Not by your trade, not even by your daddy's trade, but farther back. Yeah, way farther back than that. Your family lived here right in this house, your family lived here right in this house, nine generations back. A teacher, a man called ichabod. ( Laughs ) - Ichabod? - Mmm. Like ichabod crane? Are you kidding me? Is this your big talk? My last name's not even crane. It ain't no time for kidding. I know your last name, I'll show you. Your last name... It's right-- maybe some other time, all right, claus? I gotta go, okay? Hey. Wait, teacher! Teacher, you got to listen to me. Now listen, you got to let me show you. I know you don't believe me, but if you'd let me show you-- in the graveyard, Irving's grave is covered with vines. And the vines is flowing with blood. Stop it, okay? You messed up my night with Karen, you made me drive out here, I'm late. And why, huh? Because you wanted to get drunk. - Huh? - I gotta go.
Wait, wait, wait... What? You might make it. I don't feel nothing. Go on. Go on. And I ain't drunk, ya hear me? I ain't drunk. ( Rock music playing on radio ) ( Engine shuts off, music stops ) Hello? Claus, is that you? ( Horse whinnies ) ( Screams ) - ( Horse whinnies ) - ( Man laughing ) Brody? You all right, junior? Look like you seen a ghost, again. For Christ's sakes man, I think you dented my car. Relax, car's not worth but 500 bucks. What the hell are you doing out here? Just trying to warm up old Carter here. It's been itchin' to get out. I also needed to see if I could see out of this costume. Yeah, it looks really nice. Do you have a key for this gate? Nope. Nobody does. That gate's been locked up since forever. You got to go back over the bridge.
You know, man, I've been thinking-- you should leave that to the professionals, yeah, I think you should stop hanging around Karen so much. Date somebody on your own level. My own level, huh? We had a long talk. When I took her back home tonight, it was all about us at the homecoming. You know what, Brody, Karen's a big girl, and I think you should let her make her own decision, okay? ( Rock music playing ) Man: Ian, you and I are gonna have to have a little talk about this later, pal. Right now you better get to sleep. I want you at practice tomorrow. - I can't. - You can and you will. End of story. You broke curfew and you owe me. You're gonna be part of the team. I am part of the team, dad. ( Rock music playing ) Bye. Ian, Ian, hi. I can't believe you're leading the poor kid on like that. It's karmically unsound. ( Laughs ) Oh, excuse me, miss morality. Maybe I like him. He's funny, smart and still in high school. If you're trying to make Brody jealous, I could always set you up with one of rob's friends. Thanks, but no thanks. I have this thing against guys who have Greek letters tattooed on their ass.
- Tattoos beat zits. - Hey. - Hi. - Nice outfit. Thank you, it's the pep rally, today. You're coming, right? You know what, I'd like to, but I really can't. It's for the football team. I just feel out of place. Come on, walk me to first and I'll talk you into it. Voice on p.A.: Good morning, fellow students, - and welcome to the homeroom bulletin. - You walk me to class? - I am walking you to class. - Tonight's the ghostly hayride and tickets are selling out fast... You don't know what class you have? That's terrible. - See you at the pep rally. - Ian, listen, it would mean a lot to me if you came. You will not feel out of place, I promise. And I'll be doing all my cheers for you. - All your cheers for me? - Yes. Well... You guys seen Scott? I got first with him and I need to copy his homework. You were the one that left him in the graveyard last night, remember? Brody: Maybe him and Amber pulled an all-nighter.
I haven't seen Amber either. And she never called me back last night. Brody: Man, this is bad. Do you think something happened to them? No, it's like the 50th time I've shown up without my homework. Coach is gonna flunk me. Unless... You got ballentine for geometry, don't you? Okay, guys, I'm gonna go. I'll talk to you later. Give it up. Fine, all right, just do me a favor-- will you get some wrong so that she knows it's yours at least? Whatever, man. Woman: He keeps going through my yard... Man: Okay, Mrs. vandynwick, I'll look into it. Meanwhile you just sit tight and relax. Anything comes up, I'll call you. Okay, bye. Sheriff, you gotta put a stop to this hayride. It ain't safe for them kids to be up in the yard, not tonight. It's a little early in the morning for this kind of garbage. He's come back. I'm telling you, he's come back. He's gonna be looking for a head. It ain't safe. Anybody up in that yard tonight is fair game. All right, I don't want to go through this kind of bullcrap this year.
But for the sake of repetition and clarity, tonight is Halloween. There are vines growing out of Irving's grave. The horseman has returned. Tonight is Halloween. It's also the night of the annual ghostly hayride. And it's gonna go off without a hitch, no pun intended, just like it does every other year. But this ain't no normal year, not this year. Young teacher has come back and he's woke him up. Here, let me show you something. See this? Look at the name on that. - Right there. - Where did you get this? Out of the mailbox. You see the name there? Claus, the cranstons are good people. And I'd like to make a good first impression with them. You going through the mailbox like some kind of inbred-- well, that doesn't go good with my program. You're not listening to me, sheriff. You've got to stop this hayride tonight! Request denied. Request denied. Now I got some teenagers that are playing hooky I got to attend to. You, you gotta go. You're going to be picking up heads out of the graveyard. Yeah, I should only be so lucky. Teacher! What the hell are you doing here? We didn't finish our talk. Look, claus, we already discussed this.
I'm not a crane, all right? I'm not. Oh, you are a crane, yes, ye are. Yes, ye are. Let me show you. Ya see, ichabod left and he changed his name right away, probably because he was worried about the horseman coming after him. Then he named his first son Richard cranston, meaning crane's son. Then two generations later his grandson went out west and changed his name to cranston. That's ye. Okay, all that's means is that there really was an ichabod and that maybe I'm related to him, but this guy that wrote this book, what's his name? Washington Irving. Maybe he just knew ichabod, huh? Used the guy's name, you ever think about that? He knew him, all right. He wrote the story about him. The legend is true. Everything in it is true. Ichabod was killed by the horseman, right? There's absolutely no way he could have had kids, or grandkids-- you know that's not true. The story says that he was never seen again. Not being seen again is not the same as not being alive. You take it, you read it and you learn everything by tonight, you understand? ( Sighs ) ( Bell rings ) You're in big trouble, mister. You said you'd be at the pep rally today. No, I didn't. You were going to before Brody interrupted us. Maybe. Shouldn't you be there, right now?
Mm-hmm. Hey, I thought you knew that by heart? Oh... No, I just watched the cartoon like every Halloween, so... Okay, so how is this book more important than you coming to my pep rally? That old guy claus gave it to me. He was telling me that I'm related to ichabod. Ichabod crane? Was there really such a guy? Apparently so, there's a whole book about him. What does crazy claus know about that? - He says he's related to hans van ripper. - Who's hans van ripper? I guess some guy that let ichabod stay at his guest house. Hmm... who knew? Anyway, there's lots of cool stuff in here, actually. Stuff about the bridge and how the horseman can't cross it, 'cause if he does he bursts into flames or something-- spontaneously combusts. Okay, so what are my chances of getting a ride and that coffee? ( Laughs ) I finish practice at like 4:00. Does that sound good? Yeah, perfect, cheerleading goes till about then, too. ( Laughs ) That's if they don't fire you first. Fire me? No, I'm the best they got. ( Laughs ) You want to meet me at my car at 4:30? Sound good? Yeah, okay. Hello, Ian, whoo. Hey, you two.
Ian, I just wanted to tell you how excellent you were last night. - Oh. - Wasn't he? I told you. I knew you were an actor the first time I laid eyes on you. You have got a lot of talent. Well, thank you. It was a lot of fun. Oh, that's good. Good, good. I was wondering, can I ask you a favor? Yeah, go ahead. I know this is last minute, and you can say no if you want to, but we just had a part open up on the hayride tonight. It's actually the role of the graveyard guide. I was wondering if you might help us? - It would be fabulous. - I thought Scott was going to do that. He was but he never came to pick up his costume. There's a whole script to learn and I know what a quick study you are. And I know what a quick study you are. It's just that there's a John carpenter festival on tonight, and I really wanted to watch it. Can you tape it? Please, Ian, I'm getting desperate here. You would be so perfect. Come on, Ian. And you get to introduce the white lady's tomb. Okay, fine. All right, I'll do it. Excellent! You'll come by the drama room and pick up your costume, okay?
Absolutely. don't forget to invite me to the wedding. There's no wedding, just a lot of sweaty sex. ( Laughs ) Ooh... ( Bell rings ) It's this kind of lack of commitment I'm talking about. This is what keeps you guys from being number one. What the hell is so difficult about making it to practice every day? Huh? You got 10 minutes to get your butts on that field. And I don't want to see any screwing around. Vanderveer. Get Ian. Damn it, hartman, loosen the wrist. You see, you see what I told you? Just relax. Use your opponent's momentum to your own advantage. Again. ( Screams ) That move is completely illegal and you'd be disqualified in competition. However, I do admire your instincts. Ian, take a break. Jocks. You guys are big, but you're still playing soft. When I played ball, you had to be tough as nails. You had to have a hard head. I want you to get out there and focus on your power today. Okay? All right. Thanks, vanderveer. Go out and keep your eye on those guys before they hurt themselves.
Yeah, sure, coach. Listen, pal, I don't care what you do in your spare time. You want to waste it with comic books and horror movies, fine. But when you're at school, you're gonna get your butt to practice. I was at practice. As long as you live under my roof, you're gonna quit acting like an idiot. That means no more fencing. You're on j.V. Football. Then I guess I'm gonna have to find another place to live. Yeah, well, you think about it. I will. Ian... I know, I know, my dad pulled me out of practice. Hey, at least you don't have to carry these things around. - Those are nice. - Uh-huh. You want to trade? Okay. - Why are you laughing? - No reason. ( Laughs ) Show me your stance. En garde. - Good. - Yeah, that's pretty good. Your turn. All right, you asked for it. ( High-pitched voice ) "Headless horseman. He's our man.
If he can't do it, no one can. - Go horseman." - ( Laughs ) Very good. Cute, very cute. - Your dad will be so proud, junior. - Thanks. Brody, what do you want? Can I talk with you for a second? Yeah, sure, go ahead. In private. She's all yours. It's about the homecoming. Everybody knows your the only one I can go with. Would you settle for a maybe? Maybe? What do you mean, maybe? You got a better offer or something? Well, there maybe a dark horse in the running. Junior? ( Laughs ) You're joking? You've been hanging around him just to get me jealous. It worked, okay? Now let the guy go, and let him get over you. You need to get over yourself. Mrs. worthless said you'd be taking Scott's spot tonight. Yup. Who do you think you are, man? You're not even from here? If you screw it up and don't build me up right, I'm gonna beat your ass.
Okay, thanks Brody, that's nice. I'll keep that in mind. Yeah, you do that. I used to think his entire life revolved around football, but now I think he lives just to put on that stupid headless horseman costume. Mrs. cranston: Hi, sweetheart, how was school? Fine. Dad won't quit it with this football thing. He just wants your high school experience to be something to remember. Yeah, my high school experience. I'm the ghost in the hayride tonight. You are? That's great. What is it? It's this annual haunted house thing our school does. The drama teacher asked me to do it. I'm sure dad will just be thrilled. Give him a chance, Ian, he does love you. He just has his own way of showing it. Yeah, anyway, can you do me a favor? Sure. I set up the vcr in the back and there's a couple of movies I want you to tape. Just please, whatever you do, do not let dad touch it, okay? - Okay. - All right. ( Crow cawing ) Listen ye well and heed my tongue, your journey into darkness has just begun. For as we travel through the graveyard tonight, hold on to your loved ones very tight. For as the dead arise from sleep, it's towards the light that they will creep. And if this truck should have a wreck, and if this truck should have a wreck, they'll sink their teeth into your neck.
And now we begin the ghostly hayride. ( Owl hooting ) Now we just have to head down this patch of road right here towards the bridge. And you should know that this is the same road and you should know that this is the same road that ichabod traveled upon that fateful Halloween night. The northwoods area of sleepy hollow has long been known as a place densely populated by spirits and specters of every imaginable shape and size. Watch yourself. ( Growls ) ( Growls ) All right, folks, and this, my companions, is the section of the haunted wood that is inhabited by the most beautiful ghost of all-- the ill-fated bride who was slashed-- murdered by her own groom to be, and discarded in a lake not far from here. If you look closely, you can see the unearthly beauty right now. All right. Let's go. Well, folks, it seems like we almost made it out of the haunted woods alive. But it seems like we've forgotten one thing-- the most fearsome legend in all of sleepy hollow, the legend of... ( Horse hooves thumping ) Did you hear that? Shh... - ( Dull thud ) - ( Screaming ) - Give me your heads. - Let's go! ( Screaming ) ( Horse whinnies ) ( Laughs ) - You jerk. - Jeez, Karen, relax. Are you crazy? You're gonna scare these poor kids to death. That's what they came here for. Besides, nothing wrong with a scare every now and then. You're a jackass.
All right, looks like we made it out of the haunted woods alive. But I'll tell you what, the night's young. And the headless horseman's still out there looking, looking for a head. Oh, honey, that was even better than last night. - Thanks. - I'd go again, but your dad's waiting for me to come home and help him with the trick-or-treaters. Yeah, that's fine. You okay? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for coming. Sure. Claus: Teacher! ( Mumbles ) I need to talk to you, now. He's your change and your ticket. Have a good time. Well, hello, Mrs. van etten. So glad you could make it. Well, someone had to. I hope you enjoy it. Doubtful. I'm only here to make sure none of those morons damage anything. Those tombstones... Some of them are over 100 years old. Not to worry, Mrs. van etten. I handpicked everyone who's involved. Thank your lucky stars. What do you want me to do? I can't take off,
I made a commitment to do this. It's too dangerous teacher, you can't go up there, you can't take the chance. Listen to me, claus, this isn't funny anymore. Claus: Forget the hayride, you got to come with me. But I can't go. I already told her I would do it, all right? - See you after. - Yes. Ian, you're getting rave reviews. - Thanks. - Hello, Mr. van ripper. I was telling young teacher here that you got to call this whole thing off. You can't go on this hayride. I can't let him go up there. Mr. van ripper, you know we can't do that. What is this all about? The vines are growing. They're full of blood. They're feeding the horseman and he's getting stronger. I read your book. It did not say one thing about vines in the entire book. Not everything has got to be in the book. Whoo-hoo! Excuse me, sheriff? What can I do for you, Nancy? Duncan, our good groundskeeper here seems to be hitting the bottle again. I am not drunk. I'm telling you for the last time, the dark rider is afoot. Now, don't be damn fools.
Claus, I can't have you spoiling the hayride. What do you say I give you a ride home? No, now listen to me, you're the only one that can save us. You got to stand up to him. You got to face him. If you don't face him, all of us are going to die. Do ya hear me? We're gonna die. All right, claus, let's say me and you take a walk up to the cemetery and clear all those kids out. Would that make you feel better? Yeah, but what about the teacher? The teacher will be fine. Let's me and you do that. - All right. - All right, come on. Thank you. You're doing a wonderful job, my dear, but just f.Y.I., you're doing a wonderful job, my dear, but just f.Y.I., there's a very grumpy, very influential old lady on this one, so... Now would be a great time to shine. Man: Here we go. Here he comes. Shh... Listen ye well and heed my-- excuse me, beautiful boy, excuse me, but this hay stinks. ( Sighs ) Okay, here's what I can do for you, I'll talk to the organizers when we get back, and I'll get it all taken care of. Yes, you should be sure to do that. Okay. Listen ye well and heed my tongue, for our journey through darkness has just begun. As we travel through the graveyard tonight, hold on to your loved ones with all your might.
Sorry you two, this one's all full. What? Come on, Mrs. worthen. How long till the next one? Not until next year, I'm afraid. That was the last trip. I'm sorry. Come on, let's go. We can still go. We'll just make our own tour. I bet there's nobody watching the gate. We could just climb over. Erica, that thing is sold out. Let's just go home. We could rent a couple of scare flicks let's just go home. We could rent a couple of scare flicks and make some margaritas or something. It'll be fine. You sound like my parents. Come on, rob, let's put fun back in funeral. Teach me the meaning of the word "boneyard." ( Laughs ) Erica... I can't believe it. You're scared. You are, aren't you? You're afraid to go into the graveyard, like a little bitch. I'm not a little bitch. Yeah? Prove it. Okay.
Claus: What are you doing, sheriff? You're heading the wrong way. You're going back to town! Take it easy. Take it easy, claus. A good night's sleep will take care of everything. You haven't heard a word I've said. I'm telling ye, the horseman is back. - He is on the prowl. - Yeah, yeah. Tomorrow he'll be Brody vanderveer, captain of the varsity football team again, but tonight, can't you just let the kids have their fun, huh? They'll be having loads of fun once them heads start to roll. Uh, sheriff... don't stop, don't stop. We gotta go back. - We gotta go and warn 'em. - What the hell is that? Damn, that is some costume, ain't it? Sheriff, don't get out of the car. don't, sheriff. Hey, Brody, aren't you supposed to be up in the forest? You're gonna disappoint a lot of folks if they don't get to see the old horseman. ( Growling ) Hey, don't you think you ought to be getting up there? Huh? ( Roars ) Brody? ( Roars ) Hey, wait a minute. ( Rapid chop )
( Hoofbeats fade ) This sucks. What do you want to do? - I don't like this. - What? I thought this was what you wanted? For one thing, I'm freezing. It's like two degrees out here. I'm not exactly inspired to take my clothes off. Okay, do you want to get out of here? No, I've got a better idea. What? - In there? - Sure, why not? I don't know, it's a shed in the middle of a graveyard? I know. What do you say, stud-- a little doggie style with the dead? A little zombie-frombie? Could be kinda kinky. Oh yeah, that's it, rob. That's perfect. ( Moans ) Please don't stop. ( Sword slices, splatters ) rob? I said don't stop. All right, you know what? Just forget it. I said just forget it! ( Screaming ) Well, well, well...
Looks like we almost made it out of the haunted woods, but it seems we have forgotten about one thing-- the most fearsome legend in all of- help me! - Erica? He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us all! What the hell are you talking about? ( Screaming ) The headless horseman. There's no such thing as the headless horseman. Then what the hell is that? ( Roars ) ( Pants, screams ) Woman: It looks so real. So distasteful. - Start the truck. - We're supposed to wait for the horse-- ( dull thud ) Yar, give me your head. I need a head. Start the goddamn truck, right now! Hey, who's that guy? ( Growls ) Ian: Brody, no! God, that looks real. That is real. Brody, look out! ( Metal clangs ) Oh, shit! Come on! ( Horse whinnies )
Karen: Ian? - What are you doing here? - What is going on? - No, no, no, come on. - What? Come on, let's go. We got to go. ( Grunts, coughs ) ( Rapid hoofbeats ) ( Growls ) ( Roars ) ( Roars ) Ian, stop, stop. What is going on? - What are you doing? - This is ridiculous. Come here, I got to get you on that truck. - Why? Why-- - I have to, because people are dying, okay? - What? - Erica is dead. - What? No, no-- - please. Hey, keep running, all right? Just come on. Come on! Whoo. ( Laughs )
Yeah! Yeah, that's right, yeah! Yeah, that's right, punk ass, you don't want none. Go 'head, take it back to momma. ( Laughs, whoops ) Yeah. - Hey, what the hell are you stopped for? - That. The horseman's coming back! We're all gonna die. Move it! Get in! - Man: Let's go, let's go! - Ian: Let's go! Hold on! Karen: What are you doing? ( Screams ) Man: What are you doing? Who's driving this truck? Let's get them out of here, all right? Hey, wait! Karen, get back in the car. No way, not until you tell me what's going on. There's no time. Just get back in the car. Ian, I'm staying with you.
Gordon, get out of here, we'll lead him the other way. Go on! Hurry up! Let's go, come on. Help me. Help me. Get me out of here. Help! Oh, help! Help! Help! Oh, shit. Help! You got to get me out of here. Yeah, all right, chill out. You got any idea how to do that? Go around the driver's side-- it's open. You can unlock the doors from there. ( Gasps ) don't pay any attention to him. You can't help him now. Open the door. What are you talking about? There's a dead body right here. Come on, open the door. You can do it, I know you can. You can do it. Whoa... Claus: Unlock it. There you go.
I gotta get my ax. We got to help young teacher, or else everybody's gonna die. Forget that, I'm going to the good side of the bridge. There are people up there. Your girl is up there too. She's in trouble. What are you going to do about her? She made her decision, she chose junior. Listen, son, this is real. Now, look, you're part of a new legend, young vandersnapper. When people tell your story 100 years from now, you want to be known as a coward or as a hero? ( Pants ) All right, all right, damn it. - Let's do it. - That's the story. Ian, wait, I can't, I can't, no. Yes, you can. Hey, hey, hey... Come on, yes, you can. Just please, get up, okay? Please. ( Horse whinnies ) Ian: Oh, shit. All right, there's a cabin over there. Just go over there and lock yourself in. - No, Ian, I'm staying with you. - No, you're not. Just go, I'll be right back. I'll be back, I promise.
Just go. Lock the door. ( Screams ) Oh, god! Okay, okay... ( Gasps ) Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god! Guard your tool. Here it is. ( Woman screams ) - Karen. - The shed! Step lively. ( Hoofbeats click ) - Karen! - Oh my god, get me out of here. - Brody: Get away from the window. - No, no, I can't. - Yes, you can. - No, I can't. - Now do it! - You don't know what's back here. - Give me that. - Is the teacher in there with ye? - Karen, get away from the window. - Okay, okay. Okay, okay. ( Horse whinnies )
( Growls ) Brody. Where's the teacher? - I don't know. - You two, get to the bridge as fast as you can. - You're not coming with us? - No, me and the teacher got to meet this head on. ( Screaming ) - You all right, teacher? - Yeah. Oh my god, you killed him. You can't kill what's already dead. Let's get out of here. ( Growls ) Come on, claus. - What? - ( Rapid hoofbeats ) Come on, get up, get up. Here, here... Let's go, come on. Karen: Ian, run! Ian, hurry! - Oh my god. - Come on, guys, don't stop. Oh my god. Oh my god, Ian, I thought you-- I don't know-- - I know, I know. - I was calling you. ( Laughs )
- Oh my god. - Are you okay? It's over, all right, I promise you, it's over. Over? Nothing's over. What are you talking about? We made it across the bridge-- the horseman has no powers over here, right? What about them hayride people? I busted the gate. They all got out. You did what? I wrecked the fence-- the fence that leads into the graveyard. - Dear lord. - What? Dear lord, what? The horseman wants me. I'm on the other side of the bridge. There's no way he could get me, right? No, he ain't that particular. You may be the last of the line and he'll take your head if he's given a choice, but tonight, that horseman wants a crane. (sighs) right here. All right, Buckley came up behind me... Knocked me down. And you are sure it's him? Yes! I'm sure! Okay, okay. We'll have our crime scene techs Take a look at it.
What the hell is going on? Go ahead and tell her. (sighs) You stumbled on the pipeline. Two weeks ago, I got a call from agent mckenzie, Saying that he had evidence That the cia was helping fausto Smuggle heroin across the border. We know that. When the banks crashed, Somebody at the cia floated the idea Of flushing dye into the system; See where the money ended up. They thought they could Control it-- they couldn't-- It happens. (whispering): And you knew about this? Hey. Hey. Hey. You know, you might want to get that looked at. I'm gonna make sure that someone Is being held responsible for this. Okay. Okay. Sonya, come on, come on, Let's go talk to linder. Come on.
This is bullshit. Yeah, it's bullshit. (sniffs) (romina grunting, panting) No, no, no, no, no, no. Yeah, yeah. Romina, romina, romina, romina. Yeah? Yeah, yeah, yeah. She can't go any further. How much longer? (coughing) (groaning) Hey... Fix her. (panting): Sí. (groans) (grunts) Sí. I won't do it. Move over. I'll do it myself. (romina sniffs) (sighs) (grunts) (unzips bag) (panting) (sighs) (sniffs) (sighs) (quietly grunts)
Marco: What now? What is your plan? We walk through the mountains until we die? There's a truck hidden up ahead. We get to the truck, Lose the marines And we get on my plane. Or maybe we die together. No way I'm going to die out here. (bubbling) Where do you want it? No, I want to do it. (scoffs) (groans) Come on. Please. Know how to calm A horny woman? (chuckling) (bird squawks) (sighs) I need a vein. Slap it. Harder. (yelling) Romina, the gun! (groaning) Were you hit? Yes. (grunting)
The asshole shot me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Press here. Okay. Okay... Hey! Hey! Where's the truck, asshole? ! Take us there now! And then what? ! (all three groaning) (yells) ah, boss! Frye: Hey. Well... Hey, guys. Hey. When did you get this? I love these things. These things are hours of good times. You're drunk. I am not. Bullshit! This morning I'm just, I'm just kind of buzzed. That's all. I have somebody willing to go on record about buckley. Oh, the cia doesn't go on record.
They just break in your house and burn your shit. They reached out to me. Really? You reach out To my friend at border blog? It is on my list of things to do. You should; we need a place to publish this. Oh, yeah, we're gonna blog? This is what we do now? We're-we're bloggers? They get more hits than this place. They're not afraid. They're not afraid 'cause They live in their mother's basement. That is where bloggers are bred. In-in basements. You're drunk and stupid. I am not stupid. Come on, we'll talk about it on the way. Okay. But I am bringing my ball. Sonya: Weneedto know How you ended up in that truck. I was in juárez. Trying to find a girl. What girl? Eva? No... A woman in trouble
With a violent man. I was trying to... Take her out of there. It was... Nothing unusual. Except you tripped across a billion dollars Of heroin, steven. I have no idea how I got in that truck. Did those drugs belong to fausto galvan? How the hell would I know? Keep going, fausto. Move! (romina moaning) Take it easy. It won't be long now. There it is. Is that it? Yeah. Anybody in there? Nobody. Just the truck. Marco: Okay. Hurry up! This girl is getting worse. Let's see if this piece of shit will start. Open the hood. (clicking) This piece of junk is dead. Rats chewed the battery.
(laughing) Told you to poison them. Rats eat anything. Sorry, boss. I'm in no hurry. We can watch this pretty girl die. Is there another car? I can make a call. No, no, no, no, no, no. Give me the phone. The code is 4-3-2-1. Call the marines! No way. What's the matter, asshole? You really thought you were going to be a hero? I know too much. About the americans, too. Hmm. If I die... They write songs about me. You take me to prison... I'll still be the king! Just like your father would have been. Shut up. Did you know he's buried out here? That's a lie. I know where his bones are. My father and I dug him up. You never forget that smell. My father died in a fire.
Oh. (laughs) No. Don manuel sent five guys To kill him. Your father killed four. The fifth... Shot him in the back. They buried him in a landfill... Surrounded by trash and dead dogs. He grew dope. He abandoned my mother and left her with nothing. He wasn't the great man you think he was. But he had balls. (quiet laugh) If we get out of here, I'll take you to see his bones. Hey. Don't let her fall asleep. Now you're giving orders? ! She dies, I'll waste both of you. You're not gonna get anything out of him. (cell phone ringing) Cross. Sonya, it's marco. I need your help. I have fausto galvan. (low moaning) Yeah, bien, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah. (shushing) Yeah. (grunts) Yeah. Hey... (shushing) Help is on the way. Okay? My father? He sent help for me? No. He didn't send anyone. It hurts a lot. (shushes) Hold on. Fix me again. Oh, no, no. No, I can't give you any more. You'll die from an o.D. I can't do it. I don't care. Don't say that. Of course you do. Listen to me. You're going to live. Focus on coming out of this. Understand? You're going to come out of this. You're going to recover and you're going to get help.
Okay? It's not that easy. I'm the daughter of sebastian cerisola. Forget about that. You don't have to be like your father. You understand? Relax. Hey. How you doing? Thanks for setting this up. Thanks for agreeing to meet. You got any, like, credentials or something? Oh, I see. The station chief. Wow! That is quite impressive. We done sniffing butts or can I get to my statement? She's got a statement. About your story. What do you think our story is? Agent buckley is, um... A sick man. His psychiatric problems have Evolved over the last few months. We're still trying to determine the extent of it. That's your statement? For now. Yes. You're wasting our time. You've been running buckley the whole time, haven't you?
No. Agent buckley was operating without my knowledge. I doubt that. Where's buckley now? He's being evaluated. We got to find buckley. Any sign of the marines? No. I came the way you said. Good. Where's fausto? Inside. Come. Does anyone know you're here? No. I didn't tell anyone. What about robles? Robles can't touch me anymore. I'm taking her to a hospital, and I want you to stay with her. Okay? Okay, but what about sebastian? He gets a free pass? One thing at a time. Eleanor works for him. We take down fausto first, then we see. Caramel corn? So, how's jesus? I don't see him anymore. Oh. That's sad.
So, how do you feel about journalists? I don't. Good, then I have a job for you. I already have a job. Wha-what kind of shit is this? Carla? I didn't get her name. Just the money. (gunshot) (car horn honks) (tires screech) Hurry! She's got a bullet and an exit wound on her right side. (both speaking spanish) Sonya? Don't tell anyone who she is, all right? Until you hear from me. Come. Here. Keep her safe. Okay. Good luck! (speaking spanish) Damn it. Celia... I need you to call prosecutor benavides Right now. Sí,marco. And start the paperwork. Of course.
Robles: Marco? What's this? You're the first on my list, shithead. I'm booking him. Good job, marco. I'll take it from here. No, no, no. No, señor. I captured him. I'm booking him. I'm not letting him out of my sight Until they come for him. ¶ ¶ (sighs) You did it. Now what? Well... You'll live in a cage for the rest of your days. And you become a hero? No. I'm no hero. Sebastian: Detective cross? Where is my daughter? She's safe. For now. Fausto shot her. I don't understand. Marco has fausto.
It's over, sebastian. He's gonna turn him in alive. I only care about my daughter. No, you don't. But if you do want to know where she is, You're gonna tell me where I can find eleanor nacht. What's up, celia? Has he arrived? Sí. Mr.Prosecutor. Nice work. I want him locked up In maximum security. Discussions about where to house mr. Galvan are ongoing. Sure. In the meantime, I've asked for extra security. And robles? He left without his badge. Where is he? We don't know. We're looking. We have a warrant. (chuckles) I have a proposition. Oh, no, no. I'm not interested in being captain. Think about it. ¶ ¶ Hey.

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