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Yes, sir, I did, and there's still one missing.

And over here...

Let me see 'em.

Remember anything at all

about the man?

No, sir, I don't.

Ever seen these before?

They're his.

Why is everyone standing around?

Do something! Look for him!

Find him!

Listen, Mrs. Loomis, you'd better go home.

Have you got anyone

to take care of you? Any friends?

No. Well, that is,

no one except these people.

- No one.

- No one? What about down below...

- Will you people take her home?

- Sure.

Come on.

You've been very kind,

but thanks, I'd rather walk.

Hold on. Wait a minute.

I think we've got him. Yes. On the far side.

It's hard to say.

I imagine he's pretty beat up.

OK, we'll run him down to the morgue.

- Why didn't your friends bring you?

- I'm all right. Where is he?

- Listen, this isn't going to be pleasant.

- I don't expect it to be.

Please wait.

Mrs. Loomis, do you identify this body

as that of your husband George Loomis?

Hold her.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

I put in everything I thought she'd need.

I wanna leave here.

No.

Get away.

I wanna get away.

What's all this? I want to talk to her.

Come around in the evening.

She'll be out till then.

Please.

Business pretty good?

Booked up for a month ahead.

- How many you accommodate here?

- Oh, about 50.

- How's the food?

- It's good.

- Here she is anyway. Hi, Mrs. Cutler.

- Hi.

Well, well, well, hello there.

Hey! Cinch to see you belong to the

Shredded Wheat family. I'm Jess Kettering.

- I want you to meet the big boss.

- How do you do?

Sorry we weren't here when you arrived.

We'd have had red carpet over the bridge!

Oh, here's a little spinach for you,

by way of apology.

Hey... Hey, where's that

prize-winning husband of yours?

What a boy!

Turkey stuffed with Shredded Wheat.

Had it right the next day and I loved it!

You better move out of range, dear.

Jess likes to make his point.

Oh, well, this is very sweet of you.

They're just lovely. Thank you.

- Isn't my husband back yet?

- He's been in and out all morning.

We'll take you along in our car. Leave word

for that no-good husband to join us.

Before we're through you'll see the Cave

of the Winds, Goat Island, the Old Fort.

And we're gonna get in the best fishing

you ever did.

Just wait till you see our boat...

Now, Kettering, Mrs. Cutler

would rather wait for her husband.

Speaking of Niagara,

you and I could do with a shower.

We've been driving since six.

The minute Ray gets back, we'll call you.

You bet. Well, toodle-oo for now. Pip-pip!

Come on, mama!

Oh, not that way, Mrs. Cutler.

I put your things in Cabin B.

I told your husband I won't charge you

one cent more. You've waited long enough.

Thank you.

The key's in the door.

Mrs. Cutler! What is it?

Mrs. Cutler!

- What's the matter?

- I don't know. I heard a yell a minute ago.

Polly?

Are you in there, Polly?

Polly!

What's the matter, honey?

What's the screaming about?

Get organized, baby. What's wrong?

- I was half-asleep...

- Yes?

Now, look, darling,

it was probably just a nightmare.

Now calm yourself down.

I'll get you a glass of water.

It's all right. She's OK.

Ray, don't!

- Don't go in there, Ray.

- Honey, wake up.

- He's in there.

- Who?

He's alive.

He was standing right here looking at me.

Polly, who was looking at you?

- Mr. Loomis.

- Mr. Loomis?

- No, Ray...

- No, Polly. I gotta prove it to you.

Well, where is he?

Under the icebox? Under the sink?

Oh, Polly.

Mr. Loomis. If I hear that name

once more, I'll start yelling myself.

No wonder it got you.

We wait three years for a honeymoon,

then spend it with spooks.

Here. Drink this.

Mr. Loomis! From the time we get here

we're patting his hand, burying him.

And her, running around sobbing,

asking if we'll pick out a tombstone.

Why, it's enough to drive anybody nuts!

Well, we're gonna

kiss off this place right now.

Give me a hand

with this stuff, will ya, honey?

Sport clothes!

All we needed here was a couple of shrouds.

Sorry, Winnie.

What's this thing?

Oh, the flowers.

The Ketterings brought them.

- The Ketterings?

- Yes. They stopped by.

- Here?

- Yes.

- We're supposed to have dinner with them.

- What do you know? JC Kettering himself?

Yes.

Well, it's out. The way you feel,

the whole idea's silly.

Old JC, king of the VPs.

- He seems to think you're hot stuff, too.

- He does?

Well, that doesn't alter this

one way or the other.

Still, we have to eat somewhere.

Just a bite, maybe.

I'll tell you what, you lie down,

I'll get a shave and we'll decide later, OK?

Now lie down.

Hello. Police Department?

Will you put me through

to Mr. Starkey, please?

Well, do you know where

I can reach him? I'm Mrs. Cutler.

No, I can't be reached either. We're going

out with some people to see the Falls.

But would you tell Mr. Starkey

when he gets back to stay there?

I've gotta talk to him.

It's about Mr. Loomis.

Yes.

All right. Everybody, listen to me.

That's it. The Cave of the Winds.

At great risk to life and limb,

these bridges were built in 1885.

A world-famous attraction ever since.

Now button up your coats real good

and follow me. Let's go.

It wasn't 1885. It was 1881.

Don't pay attention to him. I'll show you.

Come on, Ray boy. Follow me.

Let them do the mountain climbing.

We're gonna go back and have a smoke.

After all, it's just a lot of water.

I think I'll stay here. You go on ahead.

If you don't mind, I will.

Oh, Polly!

Polly, come on down.

You killed that man.

What was I supposed to do?

He came after me with a wrench.

After that, it was a case of who killed who.

If it was self-defense, go to the police.

In the tunnel I found his claim check.

That meant I could put on his shoes

and walk out of there officially dead.

- For all the good that'll do.

- At least I can go somewhere,

find a job, get organized, if you'll help me.

- Help you?

- You're the only one who knows I'm alive.

Your wife knows it. They found the body.

When she gets out of the hospital,

she'll tell.

Hospital?

Rose won't talk.

She'd have to say to the police,

"I had a plan to kill my husband,

but it backfired."

No, not Rose. She'll go to a new town,

drift up to the right bar stool...

Polly!

What about it? Please.

Polly!

I'd do the same for you if it meant as much.

Let me stay dead.

Take your hands off me.

Polly!

Polly!

Here I am.

We got a lot more to see.

Well, kids, sleep well tonight. We've gotta

be out on my boat at the crack of dawn.

Oh, Jess, do we have to get up

before the fish do? Why not 8 or 9 o'clock?

Nonsense. Ray wants all the time

on that river he can get.

- He's a real fisherman. Eh, boy?

- Well, I sure like it a lot.

Gee, I hope we're not putting you out.

You've been so nice to us.

Putting us out? Listen, I've been wanting

to meet Ray boy here for quite a while.

OK, 5 o'clock in the morning, right here.

"Olive oil," as the French say!

Thanks a lot.

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