High Anxiety Page #5

- Thank you.

- I am so impressed.

- Ever thought of singing professionally?

- No.

The big bucks are in psychiatry.

- lt's so much more emotionally rewarding.

- Exactly.

- To help people.

- Exactly.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

I'll be right back.

I just have to go to the little girls' room.

Of course.

Let me get this.

Sorry.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Forgive me for prying,

but who is this gentleman?

What are you talking about? That's Daddy.

Are you trying to tell me that this man

is Arthur Brisbane, your father?

Of course.

This is not the man I met at the Institute.

Something is very, very wrong.

What are we going to do?

This is serious. He knows.

He's seen the picture.

He knows that's not the real Brisbane

we showed him.

More coffee, please.

Charlotte, what will we do?

We'll have to kill him.

We'll have to let him kill him.

That's all we need now. Another killing.

Give me a cookie.

First Ashley, then Wentworth.

We can't kill Thorndyke without

the police suspecting something.

Pass me the cream, please.

What are we going to do?

Supposing he goes to the police?

I've thought of that.

He won't go to the police

if he can't go to the police.

I don't understand. Sugar, please.

What do you mean if he can't

go to the police? Why can't he?

Because the police will be looking for him.

Why would the police be looking for him?

Because Thorndyke...

...is going to kill somebody.

Here. Finish your strudel.

Here are the keys.

Weren't you supposed

to check out tomorrow?

I don't know.

Early this morning, the doc called.

Said we have to get back to the Institute.

This joint is really luxurious.

I have to take a few shots.

- Do you mind?

- Not at all.

You got some joint, here.

Let me take it now. I like this joint.

It's beautiful. It's terrific. It's gorgeous.

That's beautiful.

The elevators. Good.

Dr. Thorndyke.

Dr. Thorndyke.

I hear you're leaving.

What about the seminar this afternoon?

Dr. Thorndyke?

Yes?

Here's a little present for you.

What is this? Who are you?

Why are you... Wait!

Who are you? What does this mean?

What does this mean?

That's the man!

That's the man who shot him!

No, wait. You don't understand.

This is not my gun.

Oh, my God.

The man is dead.

I didn't... He shot him, I'm sure.

He took off a mask. He took off my face.

This was given to me by somebody

who looked just like me.

This is me! This is me's gun, not mine.

Gentlemen, don't go for your guns.

I'm a psychiatrist. I can help you.

We can discuss this. We're rational...

Doc! Why did you do it?

Why did you do it?

No, I'm all right. I'm just fine.

I'm at the Golden Gate Park.

Meet me in a half hour

at the North by Northwest corner.

Yes. Good.

Richard, the world has gone crazy.

Nothing makes any sense anymore.

I don't know what to believe

or not to believe.

My life is just all topsy-turvy.

One minute you're singing love songs.

The next minute you're pumping

bullets into an innocent man.

Then it is not you.

It is the other Thorndyke.

How much more can a girl take?

My nerves are cracking.

I feel like I'm going to die.

I think I am going to explode!

Vicky! Take it easy, darling.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I'm just so close to my menstrual cycle

that I could scream.

Vicky, please. We've got to think.

The only way out

is to prove I didn't commit that murder.

Well, how?

Would you look at today's paper?

Now that is you pulling the trigger.

That is nobody but you.

Who took this picture?

How did they get it?

Brophy. My buddy, Brophy.

Wait a minute!

I was coming down in the elevator

at the time of the shooting.

Here is the elevator. Here is me.

See that dot?

But that figure is so tiny.

It's unrecognizable.

Brophy has the negative.

You've got to contact Brophy.

Have him blow up this negative

and prove that's me in the elevator.

No, he left this morning.

He's probably back at the Institute by now.

How can you get excited

at a time like this?

Don't get me wrong.

It's not that I'm not titillated.

We've got to separate.

Gosh, you're fickle.

We can't stay together. We can't be seen.

Listen, go back to your hotel room.

Call Brophy. Get him to blow up

that negative. I'll call you later.

Yeah. It's coming.

Holy Toledo, you're right!

There is a figure in the elevator.

I think it's the doc.

This has to be much, much bigger.

I have to keep enlarging it

until we can clearly see the doc's face.

Call me in an hour.

That's the doc.

Good work. Very good work, Brophy.

Unfortunately, it will never be seen.

We've got to destroy the negative.

Give us the negative, Brophy.

You'll never get it. Never, do you hear me?

You'll never get this. I'd rather die first.

Norton?

Here.

You fool.

That negative has been on the front page

of every newspaper in San Francisco.

They can enlarge it as well.

You're right. I never thought of that.

We've got to think.

I've got it! We have to buy every single

newspaper in San Francisco.

We'll need about $10,000 worth of change.

The first thing I want you to do

is get a truck. A big truck.

Then you go around to all the newspaper...

All the stands. You put the paper...

- Perhaps it's not a good idea.

- lt sucks.

Norton, take our good friend

Mr. Brophy, here...

...to the North Wing.

You see, darling...

...it's not the negative that has to be

destroyed, it's Dr. Richard Thorndyke.

I think we'd better call our friend

in San Francisco with the tin teeth.

I get so hot when you're bad.

Excuse me.

Diesel, here.

I have a collect call from San Francisco.

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

Hello, it's me. What do you want?

Hello, Braces?

I have a little present for you.

You may kill Thorndyke.

Thank you. I really appreciate this.

I really do. Thank you.

Life is good.

Hello?

Listen, mister.

I don't go for this sort of thing.

I know a lot of the other girls

are turned on...

...by these kinky phone calls,

but I couldn't care less.

How did you get my room number?

I am not going to listen to any more

of this. I've had just about enough...

What are you wearing?

Jee...

Jeans? You're wearing jeans?

I bet they're tight.

Oh, my God.

You are an animal.

Vicky.

Victoria. It's me, Richard.

Richard.

I knew it was you all the time.

I just went along with it.

I laughed. Did you laugh?

Victoria, I just killed a man.

Another one? Listen, Richard,

you've got to get a grip on yourself.

You don't understand.

I killed the man...

...who killed the man in the lobby.

Never mind. Did you reach Brophy?

I did and he said there was

a figure in the elevator...

...and that it might be you and he

was enlarging it until he was certain.

Then I waited for one hour and called back.

And?

And they said that he wasn't there.

Oh, my God, they know.

They know everything.

They've got Brophy.

They've got the picture.

What are we going to do?

How can we prove you're innocent?

We have to get back to the Institute

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