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- Good morning, Lieutenant. - Good morning, Temple.
They're all here. How do you want 'em?
Give me the woman that reported it first. The cleaning woman.
- Her husband's with her. The janitor. - All right. Both of them.
You and your husband.
Sit down, please.
Oh... what was the man's name?
Dr Frank Peralta.
All right, what happened?
When I went in this morning to clean up, it was, er... about half-past seven.
There he was, just lying there.
You live at the same address, Mr Benson?
That's right. Same floor.
- You saw Dr Peralta last night? - Around ten o'clock.
He was coming in, I was going out.
- Was he alone? - No, he had a young lady with him.
- You know the young lady? - Never saw her before.
- Very pretty. Very nice-looking. - Remember what she was wearing?
Some kind of a blue suit. Flowers in her hair.
- Gloves? - No, I don't think so.
But I don't remember exactly.
They were going in up to his apartment presumably.
That's what I assumed, of course.
- Mm-hm. That was about ten o'clock? - Around ten.
Think you'd know her if you saw her again?
I think so. We met face to face.
I see.
What do you know about her, Mrs Didriksen?
Well, I live in the apartment just under Dr Peralta.
About 10:35 last night I heard this thud on the floor above my ceiling.
- How do you know the time so well? - I just turned on the 10:30 news.
I heard footsteps on the stairs outside, so I opened my door a bit and looked out.
I was curious.
Yes. I'm glad you were. What'd you see?
A young woman, quite pretty, past me and went out the front door.
From Dr Peralta's apartment.
Well, I suppose so.
But you didn't actually see her come out of his door?
Hmm, I'm not sure, but I don't think so.
Do you think you'd recognize her again if you saw her?
Oh, yes, yes. I'm sure I would.
I got a very good look at her. She passed into the light.
I see.
Your Dr Peralta's secretary?
I was.
What do you know about any plans he had for last night?
He had an engagement for dinner with a girl named Theresa Collins.
- You didn't care for Miss Collins? - I know very little about her.
But I couldn't believe that Dr Peralta was in love with her.
You mean he thought he was?
Oh, sometimes he did and sometimes he didn't.
But she treated him so wickedly. She kept him in such a state.
He was going to propose to her last night, he said.
Theresa Collins. You know where she lives?
No. But I can tell you where she works.
She runs a magazine stand in the lobby of the Medical Building
where Dr Peralta's offices are.
Were.
Mrs Didriksen, you go first.
Just look around. See if you see anybody you know.
In the middle years, but not a bad little number at that.
Keep your mind on what you're doing, will you?
You go out with me and I'll buy you a steak.
Good enough for me.
- I ain't kidding. - Neither am I.
Thank you.
When I get out of this monkey suit, I ain't such a bad-looking guy.
Now, Benson, you go.
That's the girl, all right. Behind the counter.
- Are you sure of it? - Well, pretty sure.
Pretty sure? Won't you swear to it?
I think so. Still, there's something... Yes, I'll swear to it.
Well, I hope you'll remember that.
- Don't you remember me? - Sure, if you want me to.
I remember you, all right.
- Where'd she go? - How do I know? What about in there?
That's the girl, all right. Behind the counter.
- You swear to it? - Yep. On a stack of Bibles a mile high.
OK. Thanks. We'll get in touch with you later.
Looks pretty good.
- Miss Collins? - Yes.
I'm from the Police Department.
I, er... I beg your pardon.
Good morning, Doctor.
I wonder if you could show me something in the line of lemon drops.
- How about lemon drops? - That's a very good idea.
I don't know how I can thank you enough.
Nut!
- I'm sorry. - OK.
Do you mind telling me how you spent last night?
- Why? - Do you mind?
- No, but... - From about eight o'clock on.
- What's it all about? - Begin at nine.
- Will you tell me then? - Yeah.
All right. I went for a walk in Jefferson Park.
- Alone? - Yes.
How long did that take you?
I got home about 11:30, quarter to twelve.
For nearly three hours you walked alone in the park?
Well, not exactly. For about two hours I was listening to the band concert.
Then I strolled by the lake and sat listening to the singing over the water.
Then I got chilly, so I went on home.
In all that time you never met anybody you knew?
- I didn't say that. - Anybody who knows you I should say.
My butcher and his wife sat back of me during the concert.
- Oh. What's his name? - Mr Peterson.
Vine and 14th. That's where his shop is.
Uh-huh. You speak to him?
Oh, sure. We're old friends.
- I can check, remember? - All right, check.
Anyone else?
Yes, the park policeman down by the lake.
We talked for quite a while.
You know his name and number?
No, but we know each other. We've talked down there before at night.
What's he? Some kind of sweetheart?
Not till I get his name anyway.
- Well, the truth is... - And a boy named Nat.
Nat de Groot walked home with me.
Where will I find him?
He works at the Tru-Value shop at 15th and Vine.
And he actually walked home with you?
Go ask him if you don't believe me.
- I intend to. - All right. Now what's this all about?
Dr Frank Peralta was murdered last night.
Murdered?
Stabbed to death. Straight through the heart.
- Doctor... - Terry!
Help me.
Terry, what happened?
- Break it up. Break it up. - Yes, sir. Folks, keep moving.
It's all over, lady. Keep moving.
Well, what do you want?
Hello. Frankie?
OK. She's all right now.
A little shaky, but OK, the doctor says.
All right. Let her go.
Are you kidding?
'Course I'm not kidding. It's a free country, isn't it?
You mean with two witnesses that saw her smack at the place?
Against three who saw her smack away from it.
Four smacking miles away from it.
I saw them.
Three solid tax-paying, God-fearing citizens,
who know her and talk to her all over Jefferson Park last night.
From nine o'clock till 11:35.
- Well, what do you know about that? - I don't get it. I just don't get it.
Don't make any more sense to me than Chinese music.
- Second floor front, Lieutenant. - Thanks.
Can I come in?
- Certainly. - Thanks.
How are you feeling now?
All right, thanks.
- It sticks, you know. - It sticks?
The alibi.
Oh. Well, of course. It's the truth.
That butcher, now.
- He couldn't be in love with you. - No.
The cop might and the other guy, but not the butcher I don't think.
Hmm. I don't think so, either.
- Guys fall in love with you, don't they? - Some.
Peralta?
He was a very dear friend. Very dear.
Why'd you quarrel with him? The elevator boy heard you yesterday.
We differed about something. Rusty never liked him.
Oh, Jealous? You think Rusty might have killed him?
- Why? - He was in love with you too, wasn't he?
For a policeman you spend a lot of time thinking about love.
- Yeah, I'm a romantic type. - Thanks.
You left-handed?
Excuse me. Is this visit social or professional?
You gave the doctor his lemon drops with your right hand.
I was born left-handed.
Most of the things I've learned to do, I do right-handed.
I didn't like being left-handed.
The medical examiner figures he was stabbed right-handed.
- What am I supposed to say to that? - I'm just waiting to see.
- If you don't mind... - We'll break it, you know.
This alibi. It may take time, but I'll figure it yet.
For dough.
If you don't mind, I'd like you to leave.
I'm tired and I want to go to bed. You and your...
Oh, Terry?
So that's it?
My sister, Ruth.
Why didn't you tell me?
Excuse me.
I was going to, when the time came.
Everybody knows it, so there wouldn't have been much use to hide it.
- Not at the Medical Building they don't. - No, not there.
That was so we could take days off when we wanted to.
When we didn't have another job.
Do you make a habit of that kind of monkey business?
All twins do, now and then.
Well.
You're Terry and you're Ruth?
You've no idea how much this relieves me.
That's nice.
I was beginning to think I was losing my marbles.
It's not always easy to tell us apart, that's true.
So I see. Which one now was in Jefferson Park last night?
- One of us. - That I know.
Which one is what I asked.
You or you?
Well, now there's no use stalling about it because I'll get it out of you.
- So... - How?
Look, you don't wanna make this any tougher than it is, do you?
So let's have it and get it over with.
Which of you did which last night?
One of us spent the evening in Jefferson Park.
The other stayed home and went to bed early.
But how can that one prove that?
And that's all we're going to say.
Were you in Jefferson Park last night?
Are you gonna answer me or not?
I'm not.
It'll be all the harder for you in the end.
- How? - You can't get away with a gag like this.
- It's, it's... - It's what?
Look, will you cut this nonsense out and be sensible?
A man was murdered, you know.
I'll give you one more chance. This time let's see if we can get somewhere.
Which one of you stayed home here last night?
One of us spent the evening in Jefferson Park and the other...
But what one did which is what I'm asking.
Which one did which?
OK. I'll just have to run you both in.
- Are you allowed to play the field? - What do you mean?
Can you throw any number of people into court
and tell the judge to take his pick?
You're gonna look funny explaining that even to a lawyer.
What lawyer?
The one that's coming to the police station
if we're not here to answer the phone tonight.
- You're pretty smart, aren't you? - Not dumb.
Well, listen to this. Did you ever hear of a charge called obstructing justice?
- Yes. - Would you like to reconsider?
Me or her?
Look, will you tell me one thing?
- One of us. - Will you cut that out?
Is there no way at all of telling you two girls apart?
We're identical. I thought I told you tha...
It's all right, dear. He's not going to do anything.
You don't think so, huh?
No, I don't. I know what our rights are and so would a judge.
One is the constitutional right, not to say anything that might incriminate us.
Constitutional right, she says.
And will you please leave or do you want me to call our lawyer now?
OK, I'm a policeman, not a lawyer, so I'll give you this round.
But just one round, remember? So don't try to duck out or anything
because we're gonna unravel this thing yet.
The law's never been licked yet by one of these Rube Goldberg defenses
and it's not gonna start with this one.
Bring a warrant next time with a name already written in.
Did you read up on this before you did it?
Never mind telling me. I don't wanna hear it.
- Er... I forgot to tell you, Lieutenant. - Yeah?
It's two of 'em. Two twins. Did you get that?
- Yeah, I got that. - Look alike the fellow was telling me.
Some people can't even tell them apart, he said.
- Can't they, really? - That's the way twins are, you know.
Yeah, thanks. I can see you got your eyes open, all right.
I try to keep on my toes as much as possible, Lieutenant.
And don't think we don't appreciate it, either.
Good night.
Good night, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
It's no use. There isn't even a piece of print on this handle.
- Gloves? - Could be.
There ought to be a state law against the sale of gloves to murderers.
You know what they'd do in the old days.
That's no good. Ladies bruise too easy.
- Get me Judge Hill. - Yes.
Judge Hill.
- Lieutenant, I was just thinking. - Yeah?
I was just thinking maybe one of these babies has got a birthmark somewhere
and I was just wondering if it might not be a good idea if I ran back there
and made a kind of a thorough examination of both of them?
Just an idea.
If you're through with the comedy relief, here's a list of witnesses I want.
Have them here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, sharp. Got it?
Got it.
Hello, Judge. Er... Judge Hill, Lieutenant Stevenson, Detective Bureau.
I want a couple of warrants for Ruth Collins and Theresa Collins.
That's right. Charge: Suspicion of murder.
Yes, sir. Both of them.
What?
I'm gonna hang numbers on their backs like football players.
All right. Bring her in.
- Where do you live, Collins? - 492, Kendale Avenue.
Have you ever been arrested before?
- No. - Turn around.
That's her, all right. No question in the world.
- Bring her in. - Know her in a million. Came to me...
- Your name Theresa Collins? - It is.
You two girls are held in suspicion of murder.
What have you got to say?
Neither one of us intends to say anything until we've talked to a lawyer.
Well, how do you like that?
Know her in a million, huh?
What do you think, Doc, really?
No idea, Rusty. It's hard to believe she could've done such a thing.
Oh, she didn't. I know she didn't.
Those guys are crazy.
Er... you better have a lemon drop.
It's good for the nerves.
'Send them in.'
Will you go in, please?
Well, they're not gonna get me to say one word against her.
I knew her too well.
We're sorry, Rusty.
Dr Elliott, Mr District Attorney.
- Thank you for coming over. - Not at all, sir.
Sit down, will you?
I don't think this is gonna take us very long, Rusty.
You told Lieutenant Stevenson that you saw Dr Peralta and the girl
at the magazine stand talking and apparently arguing
on the morning of the day Dr Peralta was killed.
- That right? - Er... yes, sir.
Can you tell me which girl that was?
- No, sir. - You're sure of that?
Well, I didn't know that there were two of 'em.
Quite a coincidence, Doctor.
Er... quite.
Scott Elliott, psychologist.
BA, MD and PhD.
Author of "Twins: A Clinical Study."
"Mental Traits of Identical Twins. Twins and Siblings."
All published by the State University Press.
Your own particular field, in fact.
Well, I have devoted quite some time and study to the subject.
Did you know they were twins in this case?
No. One at a time twins look a good deal like, er... like singletons.
Incidentally, is there any foundation for the old popular belief
that twins are usually penalized in some way by nature,
either physically or psychically?
No, no. That's a superstition.
Well, that clears that up.
Lieutenant Stevenson reports that you had a conversation
with Dr Peralta that morning.
Would you mind repeating what was said?
He asked me if I'd ever come across a case of split personality.
Go on.
Well, of course I told him I had.
Then he asked if there was ever any danger in such a case.
He used the word "danger"?
Yes. Or if I thought all that kind of thing was exaggerated.
To which you replied?
I told him I couldn't say.
Well, I couldn't answer him with a generality
when it was obvious he had something specific in mind.
Er... then he said something, er...
Oh, "I had a battle with her this morning and I'm seeing her tonight."
"It's rather important." And we separated.
- Seeing whom tonight? - Miss Collins, I supposed.
Which one?
I have no idea.
Well, then can you tell me now which one of these girls
was behind the counter that morning?
No.
That's all. Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, for helping us out here.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Take the girls outside for a moment.
You see?
You're going to let them get away with it?
What else can I do?
You haven't a witness that can tell one girl from the other.
I wouldn't have a ghost of a chance in court.
A kid just out of law school
could make a monkey out of me with a setup like that.
I couldn't even get an indictment from the grand jury.
- They'd want to know which one too. - But one of them murdered him.
I'm sure of it and you tell me which one. I'll put her in the chair.
I've as much concern for the proper operation of the law as you, Lieutenant,
but in this case we're helpless.
If you have no more evidence than you've shown me,
it would simply be a waste of time to take it into court.
OK.
Let have them back.
Come in.
One of you women is a murderess.
You've killed a man in cold blood.
The other is an accomplice.
But the law upholds your refusal to give any testimony under the circumstances.
It also forbids the indiscriminate prosecution of more than one person,
in order to make sure of one guilty one.
This protection now enables you
to become parties to an outrageous and shameful miscarriage of justice.
I have no words adequate
to express my contempt and abhorrence for both of you.
Now, get out.
We're free?
You're free.
Goodbye, Lieutenant.
Au revoir, Miss Collins.
Remember me? Stevenson.
Of course, Lieutenant. Come on in.
Er... sorry, Stokey.
I don't mind ordinary music. It's the wonderful stuff that bores me.
That's snobbish, you know.
Well, this is an ordinary place.
- Where are the gimmicks? - Gimmicks?
Don't you witch doctors treat people with tinker toys?
They're in the laboratory at the university.
What about that office at the Medical Building?
Just a convenient place to get case histories.
I don't practice, really. Will you have a lemon drop?
- Er... no, thanks. - Sit down.
Thank you.
Ever given any thought to this twin case?
I supposed you'd given that one up.
Uh-uh. No. Not me.
Not me, personally. This is on my own time.
- You don't look ambitious. - It's not ambition. I'm just peculiar.
I don't like a perfect crime. Not even in books.
I don't like to think things are organized that way,
so somebody can beat a square rap.
Yes, I've thought about it.
I rather like those girls.
Or one of them anyway. She seemed very nice.
You don't know which one?
Hmm.. No, I'm afraid not. I never had a chance to talk to them together.
Do you think you'd know if you did?
I imagine so.
You couldn't tell that day in the D.A.'s office?
No.
You see... the whole thing just burns me to a crisp.
Why? How do you know somebody else didn't do it?
I don't. In the meantime I'll play along with the twins. At least one of them.
One of those girls could knock off that guy off
on the corner of Broad and Main, with 50 witnesses
and we still couldn't hang it on her.
No, I guess not.
I could be in that room myself
and see her plant that knife with my own eyes
and I couldn't make it stick unless I grabbed her by the wrist
and held on to her until I had her in solitary.
I just can't bear it, I tell you. I can't bear it.
- So? - So... first, tell me this.
You're a twin expert.
Do you know anything whatever about those two dames
that would give me a chance to begin to work?
- Well, sure. - What?
- The crime. - The crime?
Well, of course. You don't suppose just anyone can commit a murder, do you?
You're going to have to be very patient with me.
Just what do you mean by that?
Character, personality.
Not even nature can duplicate character, even in twins.
I interviewed a pair of twins one time so alike that dogs got mixed up about them.
Once living 1,000 miles apart,
they both got toothaches in the same tooth
and each one had that tooth pulled out.
Do you know why they were living that far apart?
Why?
Because one was lecturing at a big eastern university
and the other was serving a stretch in Leavenworth.
Different characters.
I see.
It's the... It's the same here, I should say, if you're right about these girls.
One could and one couldn't commit murder
and... well, that's all there is to it.
Yeah, that's all there is to it.
Constitutional rights.
Oh, well. Another thing.
Do you often interview twins?
Often. But not for the police.
What about the one you've liked?
- What about her? - Suppose she's innocent?
There's no particular reason to believe she's in danger if that's what you mean.
Living with a killer?
It's really not my business, that kind of thing.
If one of them kills that way with a knife,
don't you think there's a chance she'd kill again, her sister,
if she ever became nervous about her?
- No doubt about it. - I'll never ask you the name or proof.
- I'll bet not. - I swear it. On anything you say.
Someday you call me and say you found the answer and I'll be satisfied.
- Why? - I've already told you.
Because then I'll know there's no such thing as a perfect crime.
The system worked. You still can't beat a square rap.
Social regularity, huh?
If that's your name for it.
Well, it's out of the question, the whole idea.
I'm not a detective and there's no reason whatever
to assume I could be of the slightest help to her.
Besides, I didn't say I was in love with the girl.
I simply said I liked her.
How do I know she wasn't the one who did it?
You can't look at a person and tell a thing like that.
For all I know she may have been killing people for years. Both of them.
All I said was that she was very pleasant, very nice
and it's... it's not easy to believe that...
Why, Mr Lemon Drops!
- Well, it couldn't be anybody but Terry. - How are you, Doc? Glad to see you.
- Thanks. You too. Oh, here. - Thanks.
Still chomping on that cast-iron candy?
I've told you before, I don't chomp it.
I wear 'em down.
Well, no wonder I never got it.
Didn't you really? An expert like you?
No. Obviously, you were both wonderful.
Oh, I'd almost forgotten there was such a thing as kidding.
- Things haven't been so good, eh? - Not so good.
You saw the papers. Those pictures. We're celebrities now.
- No work you mean? - One look at our face and pfft!
They don't forget. Not in this town.
That's a little rugged.
Well, you can't blame them. You saw what the District Attorney said.
I wish you wouldn't say things like that!
But he knows. He must have read the papers. Everybody else did.
I know, but...
Well, then maybe my idea, that is the real reason why I'm here,
maybe it's some good to you as well as me.
How do you mean?
Well, I'd like to add you two to my collection.
Of twins. I'm the old twin student, remember?
And I'd like very much to add you girls to it.
Well, I'd pay you something, of course, not much,
but it'd only be an hour or so each day at your own convenience.
We did that once when we were kids in Chicago.
Then you know generally what it is.
Physical, verbal, psychological. The standard stuff.
Are you quite sure you're not doing this for the police?
I was gathering data on twins before I ever met a policeman.
I was doing it long before I laid eyes on either of you girls.
It's been my main preoccupation in research for years
and I'll probably still be doing it after you're both married
and settled down with twins of your own.
Er... which you're very likely to have, you know.
What exactly is your purpose in this?
The purpose of all research: To learn as much as possible about the subject.
In this case, to add to my knowledge of identical twins.
And you'd pay us?
25 dollars a week. Apiece. Well, that's the customary allowance.
And... and for that I'd expect you to come to the laboratory,
at least three times a week, separately,
for not more than two hours, anyway, on each visit.
What do you think?
I don't think we're interested. I don't like the idea of being a guinea pig.
I don't want to press you if you're afraid in any way.
We have nothing to be afraid of, Doctor.
Nothing but snoopers.
Well, in that case, there's nothing more to be said.
I'm sorry if I've given that impression and I apologize.
- I'm sorry too. - I think we should do it.
I don't think Dr Elliott's a snooper.
And I know of no other reason why we shouldn't. We could use the money.
You don't mind being asked a lot of... personal questions?
Why should I?
Or why should you?
If it's for a good purpose, I think we should do it
because there's no reason to fear it, because we do need the money
and because, well... we've always liked Dr Elliott.
Both of us.
Well, then let's leave it like this.
Talk it over between yourselves and call me.
I hope you can see things Terry's way,
but if you can't, I'll understand and no harm done.
- Goodbye now. - Goodbye.
Goodbye, Terry. I hope I'll be seeing you both soon.
- Goodbye, Doctor. We'll call you. - Please do.
What's the matter with you?
Do you think that was very wise?
Why? What are you afraid of?
I'm not afraid. It's...
Don't lie about it, you are afraid.
You're more and more afraid every day. Why?
Terry, you know very well what it is.
You think I killed him. Why don't you admit it?
But I don't. You know I don't.
Then why are you so frightened?
If they knew which one of us was in his apartment that night,
you know what that would mean.
He proposed to me there and I said yes. Why should I kill him?
I know that, dear. I know you didn't do it.
I know it so well that I'm willing to do anything
to keep them from learning you were in his apartment that night.
That's the only reason I'm frightened. Believe me, dear.
Please believe me.
Then is there anything about yourself that you're afraid for Elliott to learn?
Of course not.
Well, then stop worrying.
There's no need for it.
And besides he's very attractive.
Very good-looking. I like him.
You don't think we could fool you now?
No, not anymore, Terry. I even have you spotted at the magazine stand.
How do you mean?
I know some of the times when it was you and when it was Ruth.
Not all of them, of course, but some.
What was the difference?
I don't know. Er... meeting I'm not sure yet.
Which one did you like the best?
- Oh, you. - Really?
Sit over here, will you?
Why?
- Why what? - Why do you say you like me best?
Because that's always the answer during office hours.
What's this one?
These are pictures of ink blots.
Actually, the kind you made yourself when you were a child,
just blobs of ink and the paper folder over.
What's it for?
It's another way of examining personality.
I'm going to hand them to you one by one.
And all you have to do is tell me what you see there.
What it looks like to you.
- Quickly? - If you see it quickly, sure.
As soon as you make something out of it, you tell me, that's all.
- You ready? - Mm-hm.
Face that way, please.
Now what does it look like to you?
It might be a mask. You see?
The blank slanting holes for eyes, heavy eyebrows and pursed lips
give it a fixed expression.
Anything else?
- May I turn it? - Any way you wish.
Hmm, this looks the face of a white lamb with a black nose.
It's got a mark on its forehead.
It looks like a moth spreading its wings over a butterfly.
Beneath its front paws are two men, face down,
with their arms outstretched.
It all seems symbolic of something. The lamb looks so innocent.
But it has two men under its paws.
Symbolic of what?
The lamb of death?
I wonder if you're really as cool as you pretend.
- Oh, no, I'm not. - I don't think so, either.
Outside the office I'm, er... Robert Taylor with jet propulsion.
What do you see in this one?
What does it look like to you, Terry?
These are two men, back to back,
but they don't seem to be aware of each other.
Now it's changing into the full face of a man
with a drooping moustache and slanting eyes.
Hmm, this is a dancer. A woman dancing with a puppet.
Now you see the puppet reaching to pat a cruel rival
that pretends not to see her.
But all the time he's trying to reach near enough to do her some harm.
May I have a cigarette, please?
By the way, why did you leave Nebraska, Ruth?
Well, we'd be living on this farm for about a year
and the farmer's wife wanted to adopt me legally.
The doctor said she couldn't have any children,
but they could only afford to adopt one of us.
Why did they pick you instead of Terry? Do you know?
Oh, just happened I suppose. No particular reason.
There's not much choice between twins, you know,
but Terry was very upset when she heard about it, naturally.
So we just decided to pull out, that's all.
What do you see in this one?
Well, these are two people in costume
and they're dancing around a maypole.
They're bending over because they've just about wound up the ribbons.
- Is that what you want? - That's it.
Anything else?
Uh, turn it if you wish.
Oh.
Oh, these are two skaters, like in the ice show,
and they're leaning backward, one foot high in the air,
and their arms extended.
Uh, how did Terry find out? Do you know?
Hm? Oh, the farmer I think.
He never liked her from the beginning for some reason.
- Was he cranky? - No, I got along fine with him.
But Terry for some reason...
Uh, what do you see in this one?
Oh, these are two old ladies sitting back to back in... in an open street car,
like the old cable cars in San Francisco.
And they seem frightened. They've got...
They're holding on to the arms of their chairs with their hands
and they've got their feet under their seats.
And look at those chins.
And this is a drum majorette with a high bear-skin shako.
And she's very straight and graceful, light-footed
and she's got her knee high in the air.
Thank you very much.
Hello?
Well, it's about time.
Sorry I'm late.
What'd you do? Go through town?
- No. Scott and I just got to talking. - Talking?
After that ink blot stuff.
Who do you suppose ever thought that one up?
Talking about what?
Oh, just gabbing.
Chicago. Movies. When we were kids.
Not about us?
No, mostly about himself. He was awfully funny about when he went to school.
- He must have been. - He was, really.
Once he drops that office act he's really an awful lot of fun.
The way he used to be around the cigar stand, remember?
Is that his line, down memory lane?
I don't think it was a line. He just seemed to want to talk, that's all.
- Nothing romantic? - I'm afraid not.
- Dear me, you sound disappointed. - No.
Not falling for him, are you?
My goodness, Terry, sometimes it seems as if that's all you ever thought about,
falling for somebody, of course not.
Just don't want to see you do anything foolish, that's all.
Yes, Mama.
Because I'm not convinced yet that he's being strictly on the level with us.
I don't know, of course.
Oh, I can't believe it.
Well, perhaps not, but if I were you, I'd be just a little careful.
Not too friendly. Yeah.
If only we weren't so...
I know. It's not very pleasant.
But as long as we are, we'll just have to be on our guard with everybody.
Particularly him.
Well, it's something I hadn't figured on.
Never even dreamed of.
Well, I'm not gonna ask any questions. I said I wouldn't and I won't.
All I can do is stand here, a poor broken-down old policeman,
and wait for whatever you wanna tell me.
- Well, you know the ink blot test? - Mm-hm.
I made several other kinds of tests to check and cross-check.
But in the ink blot test, about 80% of the people who study the blots
will see generally the same figures, the same illusions and visions.
What the other 20% see in the same blots,
reflecting the true secret patterns of their own minds and personalities,
- is quite illuminating and pretty accurate. - Uh-huh.
There doesn't seem to be much room for doubt about one thing.
What?
One of our young ladies is insane.
Very clever, very intelligent, but insane.
Now this one's called a free association test
and it's so simple that even I understand what I'm doing.
If all this is to find out, which of us is the smarter, I can save you a lot of time.
- It's Terry. - Is that official?
It's a funny thing about us. I'm older than she is.
Seven minutes and 55 seconds.
But that isn't the way it feels.
All our lives she's been the oldest sister, always helping and protecting me.
Uh, sit over there, please.
And like a mother too actually because we've been orphans since we were ten.
I wish you'd get it out of your head that this is a contest.
I'm interested in absolute, not comparative results.
Yes, Professor.
- You know something? - What?
- I'm a very pleased man today. - Good.
Which I haven't been for, uh... almost a week.
- No? - Because you haven't seemed happy.
I'm sorry.
I was afraid I'd done something that offended you.
- Oh, no. - Well, I didn't mean to. I assure you.
Hm. There was something else.
I was a little worried about something else.
But it's all right now?
Yes, it's OK now.
Good. That's the way it ought to be.
Well, er... back to cold science.
I'm going to give you some words. One at a time.
As soon as you hear the word,
you answer with the first word that comes into your mind.
Not a sentence, just a single word.
And answer as quickly as you can. That's the important part of it, speed.
- Are you ready? - Mm-hm.
Table.
Hmm... chair.
You ready? Dark.
Night.
- Moon. - Beams.
- Knife. - Scissors.
- White. - Black.
- Mirror. - Death.
King.
Queen.
- Blossom. - Flower.
- River. - Lake.
But how could you have said it?
How do I know? It just popped out.
But I don't understand all this fuss.
What possible harm can it do?
None. None whatever.
I don't give two cents for that fellow and his kindergarten games.
I can do that stuff 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
And beat him at it every time. He doesn't frighten me with that stuff.
But it's you I'm worried about.
But why?
Because it shows your mind's still on that thing and you can't deny it!
When he said mirror and you said death, that proved it!
It may not mean a thing to him, but it does to me.
It's a dead giveaway that it's still in your mind
and I had something to do with it!
Terry, please!
As I've told you, why do you...?
Why do you keep saying a thing like that?
- Forget it. - But you've no right, even to think.
Why do you take those sleeping pills every night?
Because I can't sleep without them, of course.
Why can't you?
Because my nerves are still bad. I haven't gotten over everything yet.
Neither of us has.
Is that all?
What other reason could there be?
Not your conscience perhaps.
My conscience? About what?
Perhaps you're sorry you didn't tell the police all you know.
Maybe that's what's troubling you.
Maybe you're thinking you should do it even now.
But that's utterly ridiculous. Such a thought never entered my head.
Because if you are, there's the phone right there.
Oh, Terry, stop it. You're talking nonsense!
- Am I? - Of course you are.
I hope so.
Because if you ever suspected me.
I don't know what I'd do.
I really don't.
- Table. - Chair.
- Moon. - Stars.
- King. - Queen.
- Death. - Mirror.
Girl.
Woman.
Black.
White.
Rose.
Thorn.
I have an idea
you aren't very much impressed with any of this stuff, are you?
No? Then why do you think I'm here?
Hmm, just humoring the old professor, I imagine.
- That all? - Or nothing else to do.
Hadn't it ever occurred to you that I might like seeing you?
No, I hadn't to tell the truth.
Don't you like to see me?
If you knew how anxious I was for you to get here this afternoon,
you wouldn't have to ask that.
- Honest? - Very honest.
Then maybe we could see each other outside the office sometime.
Oh, we will, I'm sure.
- Would you like to? - Very much.
All right. When?
Soon. Uh, but not until we've finished with these tests I'm afraid.
What's that got to do with it?
Look, it's hard enough for me to keep my mind on science as it is.
Please, don't make it any more difficult for me.
All right. But the first night afterward.
- It's a date. - The very next night, remember.
- I'll remember, Terry. - Good night.
I was really crazy about that boy, but Terry simply couldn't stand him.
She insisted he wasn't on the level. That's the way it turned out. He wasn't.
How'd you find out?
He dated her one night and she told me.
Terry's turned in I guess.
Er...
How many men have you been crazy about?
Oh, that was just kids' stuff.
We were about 16 then, I think.
All this autobiography I'm giving you.
Is this for science too?
No. No, this is personal.
The more I know about you, the more I wanna know.
I wanna know everything about you that is possible to know.
For myself.
And apparently you will.
- Good night. - Uh...
When all this business is over
can I call and ask you out for dinner, dancing or just to talk?
In a purely personal way?
Do you think you'll still want to?
That's what I'm looking forward to. Do you mind?
No. I'll like it.
You're a wonder.
- Good night. - Good night.
It's all right. I'm not asleep.
Don't turn on the light.
I'll undress in the bathroom.
You taking a sleeping pill tonight?
I don't think so.
I slept all right last night.
I think you better take two.
Two? What on earth for?
If you take two maybe you won't be so troubled in your sleep.
You mean I talk?
Talk, cry. You scare me half to death sometimes.
Good heavens.
Dreaming I suppose.
No.
You don't remember what you dream?
Well, I don't remember even dreaming recently.
You don't remember my waking you last night when you were sobbing?
- No. - Or what you said to me?
No, what did I say?
Such big deep sobs, as if you were terrified.
As if you were seeing something so dreadful you couldn't bear to face it.
You don't remember what it was?
I don't remember anything about it at all.
But I thought you wakened.
No.
Pretty harrowing for a few minutes.
I can't imagine what it was to frighten me so.
Has it happened before?
A few times.
One night you were rather gay for a change.
Quite gay, in fact.
It seems to have been something about... Scott.
Oh, dear.
You think quite a lot of him, don't you?
I do like him, but...
Does he like you?
Oh, some I imagine.
Ever say anything?
You know... nothing serious.
Just casual things.
Ever kiss you?
Uh-uh.
He may be just trying to pump you, you know?
Oh, I don't think so.
Don't you want to know what seemed to be frightening you?
I don't know whether I do or not.
You've talked about it before in your sleep.
You were worried
about one of us being... crazy.
The old saying, you know, that one of twins is likely to be abnormal.
But that's not true.
That's a superstition.
You heard Scott tell the District Attorney that.
I know.
Well, that's an old wives' tale.
We've heard it for years, both of us, but it's not true.
Didn't you hear Scott say it wasn't?
Yes, I heard him.
Oh.
This is so awful.
It frightens me.
The whole idea of talking and dreaming and sobbing and
remembering nothing about it.
Well, it can't be very pleasant.
But it's not really so important.
Just bad dreams.
I know, but
such a thought.
- What's this one? - Uh, blood pressure, Terry.
And pulse. While we're talking.
- You mean a lie detector? - That's the easy name for it.
- Do you mind? - Why should I?
What do you want me to talk about?
I'll let you know when we're ready.
How much more of this stuff have we got?
Winding up this week.
Friday afternoon and that's that.
- The whole thing? - Yeah, the works. Complete.
- Then Saturday night's the night. - Night?
If you tell me you've forgotten...
Oh, sure.
Remember?
- Yeah, that's right. - Well?
Oh, I'm afraid I did forget. I'm terribly sorry.
You mean you can't make it?
Any other night, but...
What a man. And me thinking that you were simply living for that night.
It's inexcusable, I know, but we finished so much sooner than I expected.
Who's my rival?
You have no rival, you know that.
Is that always the answer during office hours too?
Your memory's too good.
Let's get on with this and straighten that out later.
Oh, there's nothing to straighten out. My heart's broken.
Let's have the machine.
Now all I want you to do is answer a few simple questions.
Not on any forbidden subject, so you needn't be worried.
Oh, it's all over. The whole thing. Ask me anything you wish.
Uh, does that go for Ruth too?
That you better ask her.
Oh, y-y-yes, of course.
Well, I hope so, anyway.
You've both been through a pretty terrible ordeal.
If you've managed to come out of it OK, that's... that's wonderful.
What are you going to ask me?
Oh, you were telling me the other day about when you lived in Ohio
before you moved to Chicago, remember?
Anything else interesting along about that time?
Oh, off hand...
Uh, I believe that Ruth was telling me about a boy
that she went with that you didn't care very much for.
Oh, Freddie Ekland.
Yes, I-I think that was the name
in, uh... in Dayton.
Why? What did she say?
Uh, she just said that you told her he wasn't on the level.
And proved it.
- Was she complaining? - Good heavens, no.
She was grateful. You know how she depends on you.
She was just rambling along about how you've looked after her,
sort of like an older sister she says.
- Did she tell you that I knew him first? - No. I don't believe she did.
Well, that's the truth of the matter.
I met him first and introduced him to her.
He didn't care in the slightest for her and I knew it.
Then he started going round with her
without her even dreaming for one second
that it was actually me that he was interested in.
Terry. Terry!
Hm? Hm...
Oh. What is it, dear?
That light again!
Wake up, dear. You're dreaming again.
No, no. It wasn't a dream. Didn't you see it?
There wasn't anything to see, dear. You're dreaming, I tell you.
It wasn't a dream. I wasn't asleep.
The whole room lighted up, Terry.
I saw everything in a great flash.
Now you're all right.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Oh, but I was sure I saw it.
I was sure of it.
It doesn't matter. It really doesn't.
But what is it?
What do you think it is?
Oh, something's happening to me and I don't know what it is.
I don't understand.
You're just imagining things.
Your nerves are playing little tricks on you, that's all.
I'm so scared.
I'm so scared I don't know what to do.
It's nothing, really.
Just remember I'm with you
and I'm always going to be with you.
No matter what.
So that's all there is to it.
Yes, that's all there is I'm afraid.
I didn't promise you a great deal more, remember?
All I can say positively is that Ruth didn't do it.
She simply isn't capable of that sort of thing. That I know.
That does narrow it down a bit, though.
And Terry's a paranoiac.
A paranoiac has no more conscience, no more sense of right and wrong
than a two-year-old.
A paranoiac's capable of anything.
That's something, but not much.
You can't run loonies in until they've done something.
Broken some kind of law.
If their families don't see fit to commit them,
you have to wait till somebody's set on fire.
Unfortunately.
Pretty tough on Ruth.
You're gonna tell her, aren't you?
I suppose so, but it's not going to be easy.
Apparently, she hasn't the ghost of a suspicion.
No? What about that double-alibi?
She could be tricked. Terry could trick her.
Well
much obliged, anyway, Doc.
Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't have been more help to you, Lieutenant.
- Good night, Sergeant. - Good night, Doc.
- Are you gonna see Ruth again soon? - I expect to.
Tell her. Right away. No matter how hard it is.
- I will. - Because it's six, two and even.
The other one's gonna pop off again before it's over.
It's quite possible.
It's better than that. Watch out for yourself.
Oh, I don't think I figure very seriously in her calculations.
She didn't mind these tests. They were just another challenge to her.
Another opportunity to show the world what contempt she has for it.
That was the first tip-off I got on her.
Thought you said there was no pattern to a psychotic's calculations.
- Well, it's... - Don't be too modest, Doc.
All right. I'll tell her.
When?
Tonight. Tonight if I can.
- Good night. - Good night.
You know, it might help if Terry came out and spit on the sidewalk or something.
Then we could pick her up.
If I was that young man, I'd feel a trifle nervous.
Yeah? Why?
Because from the way he tells it,
he looks very much to me like the new Peralta.
- Target for tonight, huh? - Uh-huh.
That's the way it is, you know.
The minute the doctor falls in love with the patient,
from then on he's about as useful as a papoose, hm.
- Hello? - Hello. Hello, Ruth?
Hello, Scott. How are you, dear?
Are you alone?
Yes. Why?
Well, I don't want Terry to know.
Do you think I could see you alone sometime tonight?
'Of course. When?'
Anytime. Whenever you say.
Could I make it rather late? Around 11?
She'll be asleep by then.
'11 is all right for me.'
Supposing I come to your apartment at 11 or a little after...
I'll leave the front door unlocked and you come up the top of the stairs.
I understand.
Come in.
Do you mind?
Well, no. No.
Well, of course not. I-I-I couldn't be more pleased.
You know very well there's no one in the world I'd rather see walk in that door.
I've been walking and I thought perhaps if you weren't busy for a while...
No, no, no. I was just wondering what to do next.
Not that it's anything important.
Feeling, uh... feeling depressed?
I guess so. Something like that.
Look, have you had your dinner? Then what do you say?
Instead of having dinner with me tomorrow night,
- how about tonight and tomorrow night? - Oh, I didn't...
And as many other nights as you can spare too.
But tonight, my dear, I think we should have it with music.
Are you sure you don't wanna tell me?
What causes hallucinations?
Hallucinations?
Things you imagine you see or hear. What causes them?
Oh, bad nerves.
Just nerves.
Or a sick mind.
- May I explain something? - No, no. Please don't.
I think I'd like to go home now.
Would you get my bag and gloves?
I'll wait for you here and we'll go out this way.
'Course, dear. I'll be right back.
Er... police headquarters.
Lieutenant Stevenson, please.
Lieutenant, this is Scott Elliott.
What do you think of me in the role of a human booby-trap?
So you got the picture at last, huh?
It's possible.
Will you still be there at 10:30?
I wanna talk to you about something that's come up tonight.
Something that may be a little more in your line than mine.
I'll be right here, partner, from 10:30 on.
- She loaded again? - Looks like it.
He's a very smart guy for a college man.
- Are you ready? - Thanks.
Oh, come on. You can do better than that.
I was worried. Where did you go?
Walk.
- With Scott? - No.
Haven't you seen him?
He called about seven.
- Who? - Scott.
I told you I haven't seen him.
You just come in?
No, I'm just going out.
To dance.
I don't know whether I ought to leave you here alone or not.
Oh, don't be silly. I'm all right.
- Have you been taking your capsules? - No.
Why not?
They're no good.
Well, maybe you don't take enough.
But be careful.
Don't take too many.
Look, darling.
Try not to worry so much.
No matter what happens they can't do a thing without my consent.
And I'll never in the world give that, believe me.
I know, dear.
So don't be too scared.
We'll never be separated.
You and I are going to be together, as long as we live.
Remember that, darling.
Always.
Good night, dear.
I won't stay out too late.
Goodbye.
Come in.
Oh, I'm so glad you came.
Oh, I wondered about how you lived.
I apologize for its neatness,
but I have no woman around to keep it messed up all the time.
I'll hold it.
- Could I get you something to drink? - No, thanks.
I hope I didn't alarm you with all that urgency and mystery.
No, I was just puzzled that you felt you had to have some excuse.
I'd have come anyway. You know that.
Sit here.
But it wasn't an excuse. I was quite serious.
It's something we should discuss right away privately.
- But has it got to be tonight? - I'm afraid so. It's quite important.
It's about Terry.
You don't like Terry, do you?
Well, of course I like her.
But what?
But... but I love you.
- Why? - Why do I love you?
Why me and not her? That's something I'm very curious about.
Why did you choose me instead of her?
We're so much alike.
What was it that you saw in me that you didn't see in her?
How can I answer that?
All I know is that you're the one I fell in love with.
What else do I have to know?
Am I better looking that she is?
- Well, to me you are, of course. - Don't laugh.
I'm serious.
I want to know what you think the difference is.
For instance, kiss me.
Now do you really believe you could tell that from one of Terry's?
Or my lips from hers?
I think so.
- Have you ever kissed Terry? - No.
Well, then how could you possibly know?
How could you even say such a thing?
I'm not sure, but...
But I think I'd know in my heart.
Would you really?
I think so.
Of course I don't believe it for a second.
But I wanted to ask you anyway because, well, after all, it's Terry
they usually go for.
She's the one that really sends them.
But that's not true.
Well, of course it's true.
Terry's the smart one.
I've told you that before.
No. No, they don't go for her.
That's the trouble with her. That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I don't know what you mean.
Well, it's not an easy thing to tell you, but I-I feel that I should.
Terry's, uh...
She's not well. She's sick... inside.
And she needs help from you and from me if possible.
Sick? How?
She's... twisted inside.
How it got started I don't know.
Some incident when you were babies I imagine that you've both forgotten.
But there's a natural strong rivalry between sisters.
And ever since that incident, whatever it was,
it's grown more and more bitter in her, until now it's... it's abnormal
and she needs care and attention right away.
Terry and I have never been rivals. Never.
Not in the slightest.
All women are rivals, fundamentally, but it never bothers them
because they automatically discount the successes of others
and alibi their own failures in the grounds of circumstances.
Luck they say.
But between sisters it's a little more serious.
The circumstances are generally about the same,
so they have fewer excuses with which to comfort themselves.
That's why sisters can hate each other with such terrifying intensity.
And as for twins, especially identical twins,
well, you must have some idea yourself what agonies of jealousy are possible.
Go on.
People, men, particularly, find it easy enough to like you.
You're natural and normal.
By the grace of God
you've managed to escape that poison of rivalry and jealousy.
But not she.
In spite of the truth of what you say
that on the surface there's so little to choose between you.
That is of course a lie.
I'm sorry, my dear, but it isn't.
It's the whole history of her case by her word as well as yours.
Why, that boy in Dayton, remember?
And the lawyer in Chicago.
And that family that want to adopt you, but not her.
It's the same story over and over and over again.
Whichever they met first it was you they preferred in the end.
I've never listened to such utter nonsense in all my life!
And I called you tonight because I want you to talk to her about this.
I want you, as the one nearest and dearest to her,
to persuade her to go to a doctor and put herself under his care
and I want you to get her to do this at once.
And if I refuse to insult her with such incredible rot?
I can't tell you how important it is that she get this care immediately.
And if she refuses?
If you refuse, Terry,
I'm afraid I'll have to tell who killed Frank Peralta and why.
You can't.
You don't know.
I think I do.
Not that it matters because there's nothing you'll be able to do about it.
- Whatever you guess... - Shall I remind you anyway?
If you wish.
Peralta was killed because the same thing happened to you again.
It was Ruth he really loved
without even knowing she existed.
Oh, it was you he courted, took to dinner, the movies, to dance,
finally asked to marry him.
He didn't know there were twins.
All he knew was that every now and then the girl at the counter
brought him a warmth that he'd missed at other times.
That's what puzzled him.
That's why he asked me about a split personality.
Nor do I think you were aware of all this until that night in his apartment
when he spoke of this curious difference in you from time to time.
Then you knew it had happened again.
It was Ruth he was in love with, not you.
So you made sure that if you couldn't have his love neither should Ruth.
Who else have you told this to?
I say, who else have you told this ridiculous story to?
Nobody else so far and they'll be no need to tell it again
if only you'll do what I suggest.
Now go to your doctor and be guided holy by what he says.
I see no particular necessity for that. It's just as I told you.
There's nothing whatever you can do about it, no matter how strongly you feel.
You don't think so?
No. I'm afraid you've just been wasting your time.
- Haven't you forgotten Ruth? - Not at all.
Well, you must have because I can assure you
she won't take this ridiculous story so lightly.
I don't suppose so.
She's been behaving so strangely lately that I wouldn't put anything past her,
but I doubt if anybody would take seriously the word of a girl
who suffers from hallucinations.
Or hasn't she told you?
Just a minute. What do you mean by that?
Where is Ruth now?
Look... are you so sure you know which one you've kissed?
Of course I am.
Look closely. Are you certain?
Hello? Speaking.
Have you still got that Terry there with you?
Well, could you bring her over or do you want me to send the wagon?
Just a minute.
- Who is that? - The guy from the hospital.
I'll be with you in a minute.
Sorry, Doc, but I'm afraid I got bad news for you.
I got nervous after I left you and I decided to take a look for myself.
I hate to have to tell you this, but when I got in here...
What?
No.
All right, Stevenson. I'll be right over.
Ruth's dead.
She's killed herself.
Does that surprise you?
I'm terribly sorry, Doc, but I...
Oh. I'm terribly sorry, Miss Collins.
Sit here.
Uh, may I go in?
Well, I suppose so if you want to.
The examiner's in there. You go with him, Franklin.
Can you... tell me what happened?
She took some of this sleeping junk apparently.
It was empty on the washstand in the bathroom.
She'd been taking it for the last two or three months.
Miss Collins...
I hate to have to ask you questions at a time like this,
but did she have any reason that you know of?
Yes, I'm afraid she did.
What was it, Miss Collins?
Her conscience.
Oh, yeah?
I don't...
Now take your time, Miss Collins.
I'm not pressing you. I know it's a tough situation.
I'm all right. It's...
It's just I've been under such a strain and... and now this.
But she's free now, poor darling.
And I have a right to some peace too.
Of course you have. Make a clean breast of it now, the whole thing.
You'd be surprised how much better you feel.
She killed him.
She killed him?
She said she didn't, but I know she did.
I believed her at first.
I kept on believing her for a long time, but now I know she did it.
Take this down.
That night, Miss Collins, what happened?
When I got home from Jefferson Park, she was already in bed.
I thought asleep.
Then she got me to promise not to say anything.
Because she knew I knew she'd been out with him.
- You believed her then? - Yes, but...
There was something the matter with Terry.
She was sick inside. She was twisted.
- You mean Ruth? - No, Terry.
I'm Ruth.
It was a kind of deep bitterness.
Wait a minute. I thought you were Terry.
No, I'm talking about Terry.
I'm Ruth.
- But didn't y...? - Didn't I what?
Er... nothing. I'm just a little, uh... Go on.
Well, then Scott found out about it.
Something in those tests and he told me tonight.
He told me she was... not right.
She was sick inside.
With jealousy.
That's why she killed him, Scott says.
He didn't know there were two of us. All he knew was...
Just a minute.
- What are you trying to pull? - I'm telling him what you told me, dear.
Just about what you told me, remember?
But this isn't Ruth.
This is Terry!
Now, Scott, we've been over all that once tonight.
This is ridiculous. I know this girl almost as well as I know myself.
- And it's Terry! - How do you know?
How do I know? I've been studying them daily for almost two months.
I have more difficulty telling these girls apart than telling you and me apart!
- Can you prove it? - Prove it?
She says she's Ruth. She certainly sounds like Ruth.
- Unless you prove different... - Shall I go on?
You bet. We're beginning to get somewhere with this.
The tests only showed what I'd known for a long time.
That she hated me, hated me from the bottom of her heart
because men find it easy enough to like me, but not her.
It was the same story over and over and over again! Whichever they met first...
I'm sorry, dear.
- You're not sore, are you, Doc? - Of course not.
The reason I didn't explain to you what I was gonna do,
I didn't know myself until I got here.
It was only after a Dutch-uncle talk with Ruth that the idea came to me
and the it was too late, so I just had to take a chance.
Well, all I can say is you aged me ten years.
But under the circumstances I forgive you.
Do you wanna know why I got nervous?
- Why? - Psychological reasons.
- Oh? - They rubbed off on me.
I got to thinking about what you told me
and it occurred to me that maybe Ruth was in more danger than you were.
Even a nut can figure out that it's simpler to get rid of a rival
than to go on knocking over boyfriends all the rest of her life.
I take back what I said about the police, Lieutenant.
Thank you, Doc.
Fourth floor, novelty department. 9.75, this week only.
Oh...
Was the mirror me?
The reflection was.
Well, that's what twins are, you know. Reflections of each other.
Everything in reverse.
- Will you answer one question for me? - What?
Under the circumstances you're going to say it's impossible, but
why are you so much more beautiful than your sister?
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