Sisters Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Sisters Script


  

  

             "It's" Peeping Toms!

             Starring Ted Craft.  And now, here's Ted!

            Hello, everybody, and welcome to "Peeping Toms,"

            New York's newest and grooviest game.

            You have just seen the first half...

            of our real-life candid situation.

            Now, in one minute, you will have to predict...

            just what our unsuspecting subject will do.

            You folks there in the audience, and those of you peeking in at home,

            guess along with us, okay? All right.

            Now, today, our Peeping Tom's problem is, chivalry.

            What does a fella do when a pretty girl...

            starts taking off all her clothes right there in front of him?

            A blind girl, that is.

             Lovely young model  Danielle Breton...

             agreed to be our decoy.

            Now, Danielle is not really blind,

            but that's what we want our male friend to think.

            Okay, peepers, look at the board.

            You've got    seconds to pick your answer.

            "Well, look at that!"

            Both of our contestants have picked the same answer.

            Let's see if they're right.

              Oh, I am sorry, Pat and Fred,  but better luck next time.

            - Right, audience?  

            All right. And now, before we meet our contestants for tomorrow,

            let's bring out the lovely Danielle Breton, our blind girl.

            - Bravo, Danielle. - Thank you.

             It's so nice to see you.  Danielle, what do you do in real life?

            Right now I study to be a model with Gene Fox,

            and also I study to be an actress.

            Great! That's wonderful, Danielle.

            Danielle, let's bring out our other guest,

             Peeping Tom's own Mr. Chivalry,

            Philip Woode.

            Hello, Phil. Nice to meet you.

            You're a great sport.

             Phil, what do you do  in real life?

            I'm an advertising manager for "The Amsterdam Star."

            Oh, great. That's wonderful.

            I'm glad to... Oh! Uh-oh.

            It's been wonderful talking with you, Danielle and Phil,

            but that music tells us that we just have time to give away our prizes...

            before we have to say bye-bye.

            Danielle, for you, this complete set of Reynolds stainless steel cutlery.

            - Thank you.  - Ha, ha. Congratulations.

            And Phil, for you, good sport that you are,

            dining and dancing for two...

             at Manhattan's famous  African Room.

             Philip!

            I just remembered that I haven't eaten all day...

            and I thought maybe you want some help with your dinner for two.

            I don't bite, you know.

            That is, if I'm filled I don't bite.

            I-I have brought my own cutlery.

             - All right, let's go get my car. - Okay.

               ... I don't know  what to do, so I just stand there...

               and, uh, I feel very stupid  and about, uh...

               Then I said  to the photographer...

               I said something so terrible you can't  even put it in the French movie.

              But he deserved that, you know.

              He's a... How you say that word?

              He's a son of a bastard.

              - Son of a bitch.  - Yes, he was that too. Son of a bitch.

               But I'm not, you know, I'm not  like you Americans' women's liberation.

              I don't, uh, I don't spend my life to hate the men.

               I don't like that, but this man,  he have deserve what I tell him.

              So, after that have happen to me, then, uh,

              I said to myself, "Now it's time for you to go from Quebec."

              - Quebec?  - Yes.

              - I thought you were French. - Oh, yes, I'm French-Canadian.

               It's not the same,  you know.

              Quebec is very pretty, you know, but now, for me,

              New York is the home. Is for me... is for me, freedom, New York.

              Yesterday you know what I have do?

              I go to the top of the Empire State Building.

              You know, the... that building, the big...

              And I am up there by myself, and nobody know I am there.

              I look down, I can see all the little car and the people,

              and I'm all by myself, and nobody knows that I'm there.

              Do you like to be alone?

              Sometime I do, but not tonight.

               Danielle, I think I should take you home now.

              I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing.

              I waited for you at the TV studio. You saw me.

              Why can't you leave me alone?

              Look here, Miss Breton and I were just having a drink.

              Mrs. Emil Breton and you.

               I am not married!  I have been divorced for a year.

              - But still he follows me. - Danielle, that is quite enough.

              We do not want to discuss our very private problems in front of strangers.

              - Come along now. - Don't touch me!

              - Waiter? - I will go, but not with you.

              - It is important we go home now. - Yes, sir?

              This gentleman is bothering us.

              You better come with me, sir.

              - Just come with me. - Danielle. Danielle!

              Come home with me!

              Danielle! Get your hands off me!

              Come on. Uh, I better take you home.

              - Okay. - Where do you live?

              - Staten Island. - Staten Island?

              I thought you said you lived in New York.

              Isn't Staten Island in New York?

              I guess it is. Come on.

              You know, there are so few people...

              that I have any feeling for.

              Not just men, you know.

              Ever since my sister left.

              We have had such a close bond.

              Hey. Hey!

              Oops!

              Well, here is my apartment.

              I have just move in, you know. I have a dishwasher.

              A real dishwasher?

              Ah.

              I think it's very hot right here.

               I think I'll turn the thermostat down.

               Philip, you know I think  what you should do?

              Ooh! You just must wait there for me.

              Oh, Christ.

              Philip, what are you doing?

              Does your ex-husband make a habit...

               of standing guard  out there?

              Why he is always following me?

              What is so terrible, you know, is his persistence.

              He-He says that we can work it through,

              but I don't want to work it through.

              Some time there are no solution.

              I think you better go.

              - Wait. Wait, look. I got an idea. - No, I think...

              - What? - Why don't I go downstairs.

              I'll get in the car. I'll drive around the block.

              And I'll park. And then I'll come back through the back entrance.

              I'll pretend to leave.

              Okay?

              - I don't know if that's such a good idea to do. - Trust me.

               I got rid of him before.  I can do it again.

              - Okay. - I'll be right back.

              I'll wait for you.

              You forgot your cutlery.

                Danielle.

               Danielle!

              - Oh, excuse me. - Oh, say...

              Shh, shh, shh.

              - Who was that? Who was that? - It is my sister.

              Come on, take it easy. You can tell me.

              She's so crazy. She get...

              She get so angry with me when I'm with anyone,

              except for her, my husband and now you.

              Why is she here?

              Because we are twins and today is our birthday...

               and she can come visit me but she know  that she have to go back...

              and so...  And so she feel very bad.

              - Look, why don't I leave. - No, no, no! Please?

              - "Stay with me." - Okay.

              I look so terrible, I think.

              - No. - I have such a headache.

              - I have had too much Manhattans last night. - A little.

              Philip, I think I would feel better.

              I have no more of these pills.

              - Could you get me some at the drug store? - Sure.

              - You know where is Bay Street? - Yeah.

              And then we have a happy birthday together.

              $ .  .

              $ .   $ .   $  .  .

              That's $  .  .

              - Yes. - You must do as I tell you.

              - Yes, I... - You are not well.

              Yes, I know. Please, but I have only...

              I have only two pills left. Please hurry.

              Yeah, that one's fine. And I'd like something written on it.

              Can't have it. The cake decorator isn't in yet.

              - Well, couldn't you do it? - Are you kidding?

              - Well, why not? - Hey, Louise, he wants me to write on a cake.

              - You? I'd like to see you try. - Mm-hmm.

              All right then, I will. What do you want written?

              Happy birthday to Danielle... No. Uh...

              Happy birthday to Dominique and Danielle.

              Dominique and Danielle. You gotta be kidding.

              Come on. Let me show you.

              Surprise.

              Hey, now you know you're not supposed to cut the cake...

              until you make a wish and blow out the candles.

                No!

              Hello? I want to report an emergency... a murder.

               Hello.  I want to report a murder.

               A man, about    black.

               I saw it just now  through my window.

               I live in the apartment just across  the courtyard.    Hamilton.

               Yes. I'll meet you downstairs  right away. My name is Grace Collier.

               Yes, the Grace Collier.  I wrote that story.

              I'm sorry you feel that way, Detective,

              but I have to write it the way I see it.

              Sometimes the police are wrong.

               Look, this is ridiculous.  We can't discuss it now.  A man is bleeding to death.

              Yeah. Right away.

              I'm coming, I'm coming.

                Dominique?

              Just a minute.

              - What's wrong? - Oh, Emil, thank you for coming,

              but, uh, everything is fine now and I get dressed...

               - and go out... - What happened?

              Well, this morning I felt those pains...

              What happened?

              Dominique. What have you done?

              Dominique is here?

              She was.

              Watch out.

              Someone might look in the window.

              Help me.

              Help me!

              - Help me! - Wh-What are you going to do?

                It's a beautiful day  here in New York.

               This is Windy Craig  on the radio for you.

              On the couch.

              Help me.

              Put on some makeup.

              It must look as if nothing has happened.

              - Drop it there. - I'm Grace Collier.

              I just spoke to you on the telephone.

              How you doing, Miss Collier? I'm Detective Kelly.

              My partner, Detective Spinetti.

              - What seems to be the problem? - You're the man...

              I spoke to, aren't you?

              - That's right. - Well, I imagine we can discuss...

              I hope there's not too much imagination involved here.

              You obviously don't think so, or you wouldn't be here.

              Now, I just saw a man viciously and repeatedly stabbed.

              It was in that apartment up there...  -R. The name is Breton.

              The man's probably dying if he's not dead already,

              so I think the best thing to do is to get up there.

              All right, take it easy, will you, lady?

              These people are always stabbing each other.

              - "These people"? - All right, all right. Let's just keep calm.

              One step at a time.

              Your story is that you looked out the window.

              - What time would that have been? - Your people have this written down.

              The thing to do is to try to get up there...

              and try to save that poor guy.

              Miss Collier, our work is a profession.

              - A doctor, for example, doesn't begin to operate... - You're not a doctor.

              I read your article about police brutality in Stapleton.

              And the next time "The Staten Island" "Panorama" decides to investigate...

              - our methods, I hope they send a real reporter. - I'm going up there.

              - And you're certainly not a cop. - And you're not either...

              if you don't do something about this.

              Unless, of course, you'd rather go beat up a few students.

              Ever hear of a search warrant, Miss Civil Liberties?

              Well, you haven't got one, and neither do I.

              You mean you're actually gonna stand here and ask me idiotic questions...

              like some dumb courtroom drama while a man dies?

              I saw it. Saw it happen.

              - Actually saw it happen. - Calm down, calm down.

              Now, you just go back to your apartment and relax.

              And watch you walk off?

              You'd like that, wouldn't you?

              That'd make a great story for your next issue.

              "Police refuse to investigate brutal race murder."

              Not a chance, lady. You stick with us.

              And keep your mouth shut.

              I'll do what I consider necessary.

              This isn't a police state yet.

               -R is this way.

              - Yes? - Police officer.

              - Oh, yes? Can I help you? - Are you the lady of the house?

              - Yes, I am. - You live here alone?

              - Yes. - Had any company this morning?

              - Oh, no. - Two people... - That will do, Miss Collier.

              If there is some information that you need, I will be glad to help you,

              but as you can see, I am in the middle of dressing,

              so, uh, if you excuse me, I'll finish.

              - She's afraid. - You mind...

              - You mind if we come in? - Just what do you want?

              If you don't mind our coming in, this lady will explain.

              Have you the search, um... the search permission? Have you that?

              - You mean a search warrant? - Yes, the search warrant. Have you that?

              - No. - She's stalling. She's hiding the body.

              If you have not the search warrant, it's not very important.

              So if you will excuse me, I finish to dress.

              It'll take me just ten minutes to get a search warrant,

              and while Spinetti here is going to the trouble of doing that,

              - I shall naturally have to... - Excuse me.

              I don't mean to offend you. Come in.

              But you know, I see all the time on the television show...

              the scene of the evil criminal and the policeman,

              and the policeman knock on the door...

              and the criminal, he ask about, you know,

              what you have ask me... the search warrant.

               But you have not  said to me,

              "Open in the name of the law." You have not said that.

              - Now, then, Miss... - Danielle. Danielle Breton.

              I'm Detective Kelly. This is Detective Spinetti,

              - How do you do? - This is Miss Collier, your neighbor...

              - "from across the way." - Hello. How are you?

              - Hello. - "Something very unusual"  occurred this morning.

              Seems that Miss Collier happened to glance out of her window...

              and saw something which so shocked and disturbed her...

              - that she called the police department. - I saw a murder.

              Thank you, Miss Collier.

               Now, then, Miss Breton,  I suppose you can see...

              - Miss Collier's apartment from here. - I really don't know.

              You know very well you can.

              Yes, there's my window. This is definitely the right apartment.

               Miss Collier, do you spend a lot of time  watching my apartment?

              You saw me. You know you did.

              Lf, uh, I have seen you,

              then I would have pulled the shade and if I do that,

              I have to give up all my life...

              - "to have the privacy." - She did draw the shade.

              Obviously once she'd hidden the body she felt safe.

              But it must be here somewhere.

              I can't believe that this is serious.

               He wrote "help"  on this window in his own blood.

              And I watched him write it.

              - Here he write that? - "Naturally she washed it off."

              It's all so obvious. This girl is protecting someone.

              But the murderess is someone this girl knows.

               She was shorter  and had a twisted face...

               and stringy hair and was having  a terrible fit of some kind.

              - You know someone who would fit that description, Miss Breton? - No.

              Good God! I saw the knife! I saw her stab him!

              Could somebody have gotten in here without your knowledge?

              It would be impossible. I was here all morning.

              What about the man that stayed over?

              I was quite alone.

              You see, I'm-I'm divorced from my husband, and still, uh...

               Well, it's  very personal, you know.

              But Miss Collier, many time at night I watch the television show...

              and I watch the horror film, and it make me full of fear,

              and-and I jump at every noise.

              I understand that when you live alone it make you... It's very difficult.

              I understand that.

              What I saw happen was real.

              Mind if we have a look around?

              No, it's perfectly all right.

              Thank you, Miss Collier.

              I know you're doing your best to help the forces of justice,

              but they will be better served by your sitting down.

              That body is here somewhere,

              and she knows it.

                How many rooms do you  have, Miss Breton?

              Well, uh, there is the living room here,

              and then the bathroom and the kitchen

              and then past is the bedroom.

              You mind if we see the bathroom?

              No. The bathroom is here.

              - See? This. And, uh... - Bedroom?

              Yes, the bedroom is down here.

              - In here. - Coming, Miss Collier?

              Oh, uh, 'scuse me for a second.

                Miss Collier,  would you stick with us, please?

              - I understand. - Have you looked under the bed?

              I was waiting for you.

              Any luck?

              I think we should check those hallway closets.

              - It's fine with me. They are right here. - Thank you.

              There you are... and there.

              - Can we look in these bags? - Yes, fine.

              Why do you have things in pairs, like twins?

              -  - You have a twin.

              I have a television commercial to do some time...

              and in case I should get the makeup on the dress,

              then there is another one for the next take.

              You see, uh, I'm a model.

              And some time an actress too.

              - You certainly are. - That will do, Miss Collier.

              I'm sorry to have troubled you, Miss Breton.

              - I'm coming, I'm coming.  - I'm sure you'll  report it to the police.

              - Oh, yes. - By withholding evidence,

               you can make yourself  an accessory after the fact.

                If I do hear anything,  I'll telephone you.

              Oh, excuse me.

              - Oh! - Hello, darling. Am I late?

               No. Officer Kelly,  this is my, uh, husband...

              my ex-husband, Emil Breton, and Officer Spinetti.

                Now you have done something  naughty and the police have found out.

                No, they tell me  that they look for a dead body.

                 Are you serious?

                Well, the lady claims  she saw a murder victim.

               - Mind if I ask you a few questions?  - No, not if I can help.

               Just what  is your full name?

               - Emil Breton.  - How long have you  and Mrs. Breton been divorced?

               We are not divorced.  We are separated.

              Dominique and Danielle! She "does" have a twin! Oh!

              It was right... right here.

              - Listen... - Listen. One more word out of you and I'm going to book you.

              I'll book you on something. I'll find something in the book to book you on.

              Attempted libel, assault on a police officer...

              I don't care what it is, but I'll do it.

              I saw a murder, and I'll prove it.

              Listen, Miss Collier, I don't know what kind of a nut you are,

              or what kind of an exposť you're looking to get,

               but just don't bother me  or that girl upstairs, okay?

              Far as I'm concerned, this case is closed, you got that? Closed!

               Grace, I thought we were  supposed to meet upstairs.

              What are you doing here?

              Grace, it's Tuesday.

              Oh, I forgot.

              Um, well, let's go.

              Honey, don't you think you ought to change into something a little bit more...

              Yeah, I'll change. I'll meet you at the car, okay?

              Honey, I thought we were going upstairs to have a little chat,

              and if you were embarrassed about the mess,

              you know I'm always glad to help you tidy up.

              Although, what you're going to do when you get married, I don't know.

              Oh, did I tell you the Cunningham girl is engaged?

              She's about your age, and she finally found somebody that suits her.

              He's a doctor.

              Well, he's a veterinarian, but the animals are all owned by wealthy people...

              and he has his own hospital.

              So you see, honey? Just because things aren't working out...

              with you and your editor... Uh, what's his name? ...Jim?

              - I don't want to discuss that. - Oh.

              Well, I'm not trying to interfere, honey.

              But you know, this doctor has a very interesting young assistant.

              Grace, that reminds me.

              They've started right in our neighborhood,

              and I don't know whether the zoning laws are going to permit it.

              And I just don't know how they got away with it.

              But three or four blocks away from us... Are you listening, honey?

              Because this would make a very interesting story for your newspaper.

              An experimental madhouse.

              Now, you see, what's worse is that they just let them walk around.

              The whole idea is that instead of locking them up,

              they let them live in a house...

              and the doctors make a home for them,

              and it's sort of a family situation, just like real people.

              It's very advanced. I saw something about it on television.

              Now you see, honey? There are interesting things...

              going on right here on Staten Island.

              But I tell you, I don't feel safe at night.

              - Would you stop here? Pull over. - Why?

              Everything looks so...

              If you want pastry, let's wait and get it at Brian's.

               I don't want  any pastry.

              Did a man come in here this morning and buy a birthday cake?

              Lady, ten men came in and bought ten birthday cakes.

              This cake had two names on it, but written the way a child writes, not the way a...

              Oh, yeah. The colored guy that made me write on the cake.

              - What were the names? - I don't know.

              Daisy and Debbie.

              Dominique and Danielle.

               - That's what it was.  - Yeah! That's it.

              I did it, and I don't even remember.

              - Can I have your names, please? - What for?

              My name is Grace Collier, and I write for "The Staten Island Panorama."

              And I'm her mother, Mrs. Payson Collier.

              My girlfriend and I read your column.

               My name  is Elaine Deanna.

              Deanna.

              - And the other girl is Louise Wilanski. - Wilanski.

              - What do you want to know? - Thank you. That's fine.

              Huh. How do you like that?

               She says she's gonna write an article,  and she doesn't ask us any questions.

              They're just terrible about deadlines.

              Next, please?

               Really, Grace,  you were rather abrupt.

              I happen to be working on an assignment.

              Well, don't you think you're taking this little job of yours a bit seriously?

              You're    years old. You should be thinking about something else.

              I'm not gonna marry anybody.

              And I wish you'd stop referring to my work as "a little job."

              I like to call what I do a profession,

              only working for "The Staten Island" "Panorama" is a bit of a joke.

              - Do you know what my next assignment is? - No, I don't.

              I'm having lunch tomorrow with an   -year-old ex-con...

              who's just carved an entire replica of the Danbury Penitentiary out of soap.

              - Oh, that's interesting. - Oh, I want to write about...

              about the apathy in the police force.

              - About where the heroin goes after a bust. About the... - Shh!

              You don't have to shout like you're on the street.

              What's the matter with you? I've never seen you like this.

              - I'm on to something big. - Are you on diet pills again?

              I can see that you have your mind on other things.

              - Can we have another date? - We "do" have another date.

              - You have supper with us on Friday. - Fine.

              I'll be there.

              Well, can I drop you somewhere?

              No. It's okay. I'll walk.

              Well, it's not the way we planned it, but...

              A white woman kills her black lover,

              and those racist cops couldn't care less.

              I saw it happen, and they won't investigate.

              Well, if you're not interested,

              I'm sure I can find someone else who'd print it.

              Lots of people would.

              Good. You're interested.

              I'll do my own investigation. Why not?

              I know more than those idiot police.

              I know karate... A private detective. Waste of money.

              I...

              All right. All right, what's his name?

              "Joseph Larch."

              - Now, I think the best thing for us to do... - This is what we do.

              You go up to your apartment, call Danielle, and see if anybody's home.

              If someone answers, wave once. If no one is there, wave twice.

              - Well, you're going up there if no one's there? - Sure.

              All I have to do is know the situation in advance.

              - I can play it either way. - Well, in that case, I can pretend...

              - to be making an informal telephone survey... - You just do hand signals.

              If there's no one up there,

              I can charm the superintendent into giving me a passkey.

              - No, you've got to make a wax impression. - No one does that.

              Go up to your apartment, watch the front while I'm up there,

              and if you see someone coming, telephone the apartment.

              - One ring. One ring and hang up. - Well, what if...

              - Does that answer your question? - Yeah.

              - But suppose that... - Hey, have you ever been a detective?

              - No. - Have you?

              No, but simple logic suggests a way of doing things.

              - I don't see that it can be all that mysterious. - Grace, this is a craft.

              I wouldn't try to teach you how to write magazine articles.

              Listen, I went to school to learn this...

              The Brooklyn Institute of Modern Investigation. Okay?

              - Okay. - Okay.

              Now, you go on up to your apartment and do what I told you. Go ahead.

              I'll be here.

              Larch?

              The boxes.

              - What? - Meet me in the truck.

              My God.

              Get out of there, Larch.

              We got to get out of here.

              - What was that you were waving? - I don't know,

              but they had it hidden in the bedroom, so it might be something important.

              Take a look in it while I tell you...

              about the real evidence I found in the living room.

              I got up there without any trouble.

              I did the usual search... nothing.

              I began to think that cop was right about you until I tried to move that couch.

              - I couldn't. It was too heavy. - The couch.

               - Yeah. He's in the couch.  - What?

              - The body. - What about the body?

              What I went up there to look for, remember?

              The body is in the couch!

               Terrific!  And the murderess is in here!

              - What? - Do you know what you've found?

              A complete file on the Blanchion Twins.

              - Now what are you talking about? - Do you remember...

              about a year ago, "Life" magazine ran a whole story on them.

              - The only Siamese twins... - Look, I was up there, Grace,

               and I know what I know and saw,  and I didn't see no Siamese twins.

               I do know that you have to have  a dead body before you have a murder.

               I gotta get going.  We gotta catch this ferry.

              You mean that's all you're gonna do... locate the body and then split?

              - Yes, for Quebec. - Quebec?

              That's where Breton told them to take it.

              Now, wherever that couch goes, I follow, because somebody's gonna be waiting for it...

              at the other end, and I want to know who.

               - That makes sense.  - Hey, lend me a dollar, will ya?

              When we get to Manhattan, I'm gonna go see this writer,

               - and then... - Then you go back to your apartment,

              lock the door, and wait for me to call. Period.

              Where's Arthur McLennen's office?

              Uh, end of the hall, to your right.

              - Uh, Miss, uh, Miss Collier? - Yes.

              Ah, yes. Well, I'm, uh, I'm Arthur McLennen.

              - How do you do? - Hello.

              I, uh, I'm afraid I'm a little disorganized today.

              Are, uh, are you here about, uh...

              - Well. That's the Blanchion Twins file. - Yes, it is.

              Now, I know you did the story over a year ago,

              but I was hoping you might remember enough about it to help me.

              Oh, those poor girls.

              You know, this looks like the file I saw at the Loisel Institute.

              - Oh, it "is" the original, isn't it? - Yes, I believe it is.

              How'd you get it? Are you going to do a follow-up?

              We never did. The managing editor would never assign it.

              Well, they've asked me to find out as much as I can about it.

              We're not quite sure what kind of a piece we'd do.

              Oh, well, come on in and we'll talk about it, huh?

              The subject is a curious one.

              After we ran this story, we got about     letters.

              No matter what else they said, they all had that same tone of morbid fascination.

              I don't excuse myself, either.

              Though I actually met the Blanchion girls, I was the same way.

              Hey. You know, if you're going to do that piece,

              I've got something I'd like to show you.

              - Oh, I'd appreciate anything that... - You do have some time now?

              - Of course! - Sometimes I forget myself when I get going on a subject,

              but actually, if you have the time, I'd like to show you a videotape.

              The more I learned, the more interested I became.

              You see, to me at any rate, the psychological and philosophical elements...

              are of extreme importance.

              Yes. Fine.

              Well, there. About to begin.

                Conjoined twins,  called Siamese,

               challenge life  at their first breath.

               History had them  as the stuff of myth and symbol.

               Some tried to achieve  such normality as they could.

               The famous Chang and Eng,  the twins of Siamese birth...

               who gave this congenital  abnormality its popular name,

               married and fathered families.

               Other twins lived by hiring  themselves out to sideshows...

               or running  small town souvenir shops.

               With the sophisticated surgical  techniques developed in this century,

               some twins have been separated  and lead normal lives.

               Others never can.

               Born on March          in Quebec, the Blanchions...

               were Canada's  first Siamese twins.

               Their parents died in an  automobile accident only days  before their first birthday.

               Dominique and Danielle  were to grow up...

               from then on within the pale walls  of the Loisel Institute,

               where surgeons, reluctant  to risk an operation on their  delicate spinal conjoinment,

               decided to let  them live as one.

               - But whether as twins through life... - That's Danielle's husband.

              - Who told you that? - I want to hear this.

                There is always  a price to pay.

              It seems the older they become,

              the more precarious is their psychological balance,

              both within themselves and between one another.

              In this, I am in agreement with my colleagues.

              Although, they tend to think that Dominique...

              is the truly disturbed one,

              I think they will find that Danielle, who is so sweet,

              so responsive, so normal,

              as opposed to her sister,

              can only be so because of her sister.

              - Bonjour, Dominique. - 

                This was the last interview  the conjoined twins would ever give.

               That night, the doctors  were forced by nature...

               to perform an operation  they had hoped to avoid.

               Late the next day, the institute  announced the successful separation.

               Dominique and Danielle,

               once one, would now  stand each alone.

               - Well, what do you think? - That's an extraordinary tape, Mr. McLennen.

              Now, I tried to do a follow-up,

              but the institute was closed to me even as a friend of the twins.

              - Why was that?  - Well, all I could find out  at the time was that...

              after the operation there had been some complications.

              - What sort of complications? - I never did get any official information,

              so I slipped    bucks to one of the suture nurses, and she told me that...

               Dominique Blanchion had died  on the operating table. 

              - What are you doing? - I have my work to do.

              - Do you live here? - So they tell me.

              Do you mind if I use your telephone?

              - No. - Where is it?

              It's in the kitchen down the hall.

              Thank you.

              Better spray yourself, hon. You're not supposed to be in here.

              I've got to use the telephone.

              You're not supposed to be in here.

              I think you have a cold.

              No, no.

                It's a clean telephone.

                Don't just think you can walk in here like that.

                Did you know that the germs can come through the wires?

                I never call and I never answer.

                It's a good way to get sick.

                Very, very sick.

                That's how I got so sick. Someone called me on the telephone!

                What's going on here? Who are you?

                My name is Grace Collier and I write for "The Staten Island Panorama,"

                - and I must use the telephone. - No!

                 No! Don't give it to her. Don't!

                She won't use it, Arlene. She won't.

                Trust me.

                Look, this is the Lynton Clinic. You can't just come walking in here like this.

                Well I can if one of your patients is roaming around loose murdering people.

                Oh, come on. There have been a lot of wild rumors going around about us,

                but I wouldn't expect the "Panorama" to take them seriously.

                I take them seriously and I'm going to call the police!

                Better talk to the head of the clinic. Now, if you call about   :   tomorrow...

                I'll speak to him now!

                - I'll see if he'll see you. He's probably gone to bed. - 

                Hello, Doctor. I'm sorry to disturb you.

                 There's a girl here who says she's "a reporter from the" Panorama.

                She insists on talking to you.

                Okay.

                Doctor will be right with you. Arlene...

                - You did a good job cleaning up. - 

                Now, you can take your things back to the supply room.

                One of your patients is a murderess.

                 I followed her here tonight. Now, we've  got to call the police. That's him!

                Dr. Breton, this girl says she's from the "Panorama."

                Hello, Margaret, why aren't you in your room?

                This man is involved in a murder and we have got to call the police.

                She came to us last night. We're very happy to have her join our family.

                Oh, I was off duty.

                Margaret, this is Mr. Jansen. Margaret Grisham.

                 - Hello, Margaret. - Nice try.

                If you'll go and check my I.D., it's in my car outside.

                I am Grace Collier.

                I wouldn't insist on "Margaret" right away. We want to respect your wishes.

                 When you're ready to have us  call you Margaret, you tell us.

                - Take her to room   . - Right.

                Dr. Corbin, prepare her for hypnotherapy.

                Come with me, Margaret. Grace, I mean. It's all right.

                 Please. Now, you've  got to believe me.

                 I am perfectly sane. Just go downstairs  and check my bag. It's in my car.

                 - Yes, Grace. Just as soon  as you're settled in.  - No! Now!

                 - I'm afraid my life is in danger.  - I understand.

                 Oh, God!  I know what that sounds like.

                 I'm serious. As soon  as you find out who I am,

                 you'll know that they are  making all of this up!

                 Grace, I believe  you're serious in what you think.

                 - Let go of my arm!  - Well, it's a little rough  going here in the dark, Grace.

                 - Stop calling me Grace! - Then, you really do want to be Margaret?

                No, damn it, my name is Grace!

                Let go. Let go.

                All right, Margaret, just push up your sleeve for me. This won't hurt a bit.

                -  Help! - Get her in the room.

                No! 

                 Help!

                  Open your eyes.

                 You came here  to ask me questions.

                - Is that correct?  -  Yes.

                You will ask me questions. You will remember my answers exactly, word for word.

                - Do you understand?  - Yes.

                Good. Now, repeat after me.

                What did you do with the body?

                - Repeat.  - What did you do with the body?

                It was all a ridiculous mistake.

                There was no body.

                - Repeat.  - It was all a ridiculous mistake.

                 There was no body.

                There was no body, because there was no murder.

                Repeat.

                 There was no body  because there was no murder.

                - Again.  - There was no body because  there was no murder.

                Good.

                When you awaken, all you will remember is what I have told you...

                if anyone should ask.

                - Do you understand?  - Yes.

                Good.

                Now, I'm going to take you deeper... into deeper sleep.

                Relax. Breathe in.

                Breathe out.

                Breathe in.

                Now, listen to me very carefully.

                You came to watch us, to spy on us, to feed on our sorrows...

                look at me... at no cost.

                - Do you hear me?  - Yes, I hear you.

                Good.

                You want to know all our secrets?

                All right. We will share them with you.

                Watch.

                Wh-Why is she here?

                Don't you remember? She was always here.

                Don't you remember?

                 - No.  -  Go back.

                 - Go back. Remember.

                 - I can remember.  - Remember  when you were very young.

                 I am in agreement with my colleagues.

                Although they believe that Dominique...

                is the one who is truly disturbed,

                I think that they will find that Danielle, who is so sweet,

                so responsive, so normal,

                as opposed to her sister,

                can only be so because of her sister.

                - Danielle...  -  And the time  we had the picnic.

                 - That's right, the picnic.  - And people have come to see us.

                 - To see you, yes.  - I remember.

                 - What else do you remember? - She is not just one.

                - They were all my friends. - They were... They were your friends.

                - Oh, Dominique, it's okay. - They brought...

                - Thank you, Charlie. - Their picnic lunches...

                - and their cameras.  - Yes.

                 And they brought  their little children.

                 - Ah, yes. I remember that.  - They gave you treats.

                 - Little cakes, candies...  - Yes, an apple... You gave me an apple.

                 Apples, yes.  And then they asked...

                 - if they can take your picture.  - Yes.

                - Dominique didn't like the children very much. - Is that right, Dominique?

                - No, she said that they were laughing at us. - Do you remember?

                - No, I can't remember. - Go back. Try.

                - What did they call you? - I-I can't remember that.

                 - Try to remember what they called you.  - Go away, please!

                 - You can remember. "You" can "remember. Look at me."  - I can't remember. No!

                 - Look at me!  - Go away! I can't remember that.

                "- You" can "remember."  What did they call you? - No. I don't know!

                 - Remember! - They said, "freak." "Look at the freak."

                 - ... the freak, the freak... - Sweetie, smile.

                 -   ... the freak, the freak...  -  Smile.

                  Make them go away  from me, please.

                Don't you remember what you learned last spring that you could never have?

                - No, I can't remember. No, I can't remember! - Yes, you can. Try.

                Don't you remember you realized you could have no home,

                - no husband, no children, no baby? - Yes, I remember that.

                 Yes, I remember that.

                You're supposed to be sleeping.

                Why can't you make her go away?

                Can you make her go away? Please. Please.

                Of course.

                Help me. Don't let him hurt me.

                Help me. Help me.

                 -   -  Danielle,  what happened afterward?

                L... I was walking in the garden...

                with Dominique and...

                I tried to tell her that I was going to have a baby.

                And l...

                I tried to explain that it could be her baby too, but...

                but she doesn't understand and she get very angry at me.

                And she... tried to kill the baby with the garden shear.

                - Are you in pain? - 

                I'm-I'm going to lose my baby.

                No, you will be fine.

                - I'm going to die. - Everything will be fine.

                 -   - Everything will be fine.  Everything will be fine.

                Oh, it hurts me. Please help me.

                  Do not be afraid.  Do not be afraid.

                 Do not be afraid.

                 I am a surgeon.  You have lost our baby.

                You are bleeding very badly.

                 The only way I can save you  is to separate you from Dominique.

                 -  Am I going to die?  -  No.

                You will be fine. Everything will be fine.

                Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

                 Relax, relax,  relax, relax.

                - Relax. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. - 

                - I-I am sure you've come back, Dominique. - 

                - Dominique! Dominique. - Dominique is dead.

                Please come back, Dominique.

                Dominique is dead. Remember.

                No, she's not dead. She's going to kill you.

                - She "is" dead.  - No!

                - I know she's not. No! No, she's not. - Sleep.

                - Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. - No. No...

                - She's not. - Dominique is dead. She is dead.

                Time you learn to accept her death.

                We both have to go away now.

                Danielle, I'm going to marry you.

                Do you remember? How we came here to the clinic...

                and made it our own?

                It was good for a while.

                But Dominique never died for you.

                You kept her alive in your mind.

                Sometimes... Sometimes, you even became her...

                to reassure yourself of her existence.

                You could never accept the guilt,

                The terrible guilt for Dominique's death.

                It was hard for me to accept what had happened...

                - that we could never live together as man and wife. - 

                Every time I made love to you,

                Dominique came back...

                and took control of you.

                I did not know how to rid you of her.

                All I could do was give you the pills...

                and keep you sedated...

                until she went away.

                -  - I tried to warn you about Dominique.

                Dominique is dangerous for both of us.

                To Dominique,

                any man that made love to you is me...

                Emil.

                 Danielle? Danielle? I love you.

                -  - Look at this knife.

                Look at it. You killed a man with this knife.

                - Remember. Remember. - 

                - Remember. That's it. - 

                - What happened? - There was a cake.

                 A cake?  What else?

                They had candles.

                Yes. What did you do?

                - I made a wish, - Yes.

                - And I blew out the candles. - Yes.

                And then I cut him!

                Relax, fellas. He's dead.

                Just a minute, Mrs. Breton.

                 Are you prepared to confess to the  murder of your husband, Emil Breton?

                 I warn you that whatever you say  may be used as evidence against you.

                I have never hurt anyone in my life.

                You claim that you had a sister who did it?

                My sister died last spring.

                Dawson.

                - Well, Miss Collier, up and about? - 

                - How do you feel today? - Oh, fine. Thanks.

                - Oh, thank you for the chocolates. - Oh, you're welcome.

                - Would you like one? - No, thank you.

                Well, you'll be interested to know that we're reopening the whole case.

                We already got her on first-degree murder for Breton.

                But we haven't had any luck turning up that black man you saw her slice up.

                Now, I want you to tell me everything you can remember.

                It was all a ridiculous mistake. There was no body.

                Look, I apologize for having been so skeptical.

                I should have put more trust in your claim.

                It-It was all a ridiculous mistake.

                What else do you want me to do? Apologize in print?

                - I sent you candy. - I'm telling you all I can remember!

                Look, I talked to your editor, and he told me about the detective that you hired.

                What did he think? I got a witness who saw the couch loaded onto the truck.

                Now, obviously the body was hidden inside that couch.

                Otherwise, why would they move it?

                It's really quite simple. There was no body because there was no murder!

                What was simple? There's nothing simple about any of this.

                 L- I just don't understand you.  Now you claim that there wasn't a body.

                If there wasn't a body, why did you make such an accusation?

                You know how serious that could be?

                Grace has never deliberately told a lie in her life.

                You have to understand that she's not quite herself.

                I'm fine! There's absolutely nothing wrong with me!

                All I know is there was no body because there was no murder!









  

 
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