Hart to Hart (1979–1984): Season 3, Episode 18 - Deep in the Hart of Dixieland - full transcript
NARRATOR: This is
my boss, Jonathan Hart,
a self-made millionaire.
He's quite a guy.
This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.
She's one lady who knows
how to take care of herself.
By the way, my name is Max.
I take care of both of
them, which ain't easy,
'cause when they
met, it was murder.
[♪♪]
[PIANO PLAYING
SOFT, JAZZY MUSIC]
[TRUMPET PLAYING JAZZY MUSIC]
[BARKS]
[MUSIC FROM TRUMPET CONTINUES]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Sound all right?
Wonderful. How are you, Russell?
For an insurance salesman,
I'm still a superb hot piano player.
I can certainly see that.
What are you guys up to?
They're perpetrating
the "St. Louis Blues."
Mm-hm.
I'll give it to you straight.
The Occupational Hazard
Jazzband needs a trumpet
for the next two weekends.
I'm practicing to
get my lips back.
I've never complained.
Where's your regular
trumpet player?
He had to fly to Philly...
A fire chief's convention.
We're playing at a
place called Sasch's.
Any of the old
faces from the band?
The only familiar face
from Jonathan's days
is the trombone.
Larry Fields, the stockbroker.
Oh, I remember him.
Yeah. Now we've got a
psychiatrist's on drums...
That'll get rid of
his aggressions.
And a TV star on clarinet.
Really? Who's that?
Steve Allen.
Hey! I see him all the time.
He's very funny. You know the...
The Meeting of Minds. With
all of those great intellectuals.
RUSSELL: When it comes
to his clarinet, he's serious.
He sits in with us
whenever he's in town.
Great. I'll open some beers.
Come on over here.
None for me, Max.
I'm on the wagon.
Oh. I have been
for three months.
I saw a doctor.
Did you?
Everything all right?
Yeah. I'm just one of those guys
who after two drinks
Mr. Hyde comes out.
Oh. That's great
you're doing that.
And I've got a lady who's
helping me stay on the wagon.
It sounds like someone's going
to save you from bachelorhood.
Her name's Victoria
Wilder and she is a beauty.
She sings with us now and then.
Victoria Wilder?
Isn't there a Victoria
Wilder who's an heiress
to something or
other? You got it.
Five and dime stores.
But ever since college,
all Victoria's been
into Bessie Smith
and Billie Holliday.
And you're going to love her.
Hey, I've got an idea.
Why don't I take a
cassette machine
and tape you guys tomorrow?
A recording session, huh?
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
I love you so much.
These past few months have
been the happiest ever for me.
Darling, I love you,
too... very much.
Well, I've asked
you to marry me.
Now, why don't you just say yes.
It's not that simple, Russell.
Why not?
Give me a little time.
Maybe there's a
way it can work out.
Work what out?
You leave it to me, darling.
Now, why don't you
go catch a swim?
I'll watch you from the window.
All right.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Come in.
I've ordered your car for 8:00,
Miss Victoria.
Thank you, Anita.
Do you think it's
wise, Victoria...
his being here all the time?
He stays at a hotel.
He sleeps here.
Don't you see? I love him.
Victoria... you're so lovely.
He'll only hurt you.
He's kind.
It's the money he wants.
It's what they all want.
If I were like you and
could have my pick,
I would search the world,
and I'd be very, very sure.
You don't love him, do you?
I do.
You'd give up this...
The estate, the house,
the car, chauffeur,
clothes, everything...
to run off with him?
I can't just break it off.
Of course you can.
It's for your own good.
He can handle it.
Be a good girl,
for both our sakes.
Break it off.
[♪♪]
[BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC]
[BAND CONTINUES
PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.
While the blood returns to
our lips, we'll take a little rest.
Then we'll be back to play
another set for you. Thanks.
[APPLAUSE]
Bravo! Bravo!
I think I got the whole thing.
Hey, Jonathan,
I think you hit a high C, man.
I know, but I was
trying to play it in B-flat.
[ALL LAUGH]
Where's Victoria?
She'll be here
for the second set.
You know, that's a
beautiful instrument.
Oh, thanks.
That's a Selmer.
That's over 50 years old.
As a matter of fact, uh,
Russell gave it to me.
I was playing this old
horn and he said, "Try this."
Yeah, I switched from trumpet
to piano about 20 years ago.
It was just sitting
around gathering dust
and it's a great horn I
wanted to see it taken care of
and played.
Oh, there's Victoria.
Why don't you ask
her to come on over?
Yeah. Listen, order me
a ginger ale, will you?
Sure.
I'll wait here. Okay.
Hi.
Hey, come on out front.
I want you to meet a
couple of special people.
Russell, we've got to talk.
Hey, why the sad face, baby?
I've been thinking about us.
Yeah? Well, darling,
what about us?
If we got married,
there are certain sacrifices
that I would have make.
Sacrifices?
Wait a minute. I love
you. You love me.
Now, what's the matter?
Everything was all right this
afternoon. What happened?
Please don't make it any
harder than it already is.
Wait a minute.
We're not talking about
some casual affair here.
It's not you and me
any longer, Russell.
I don't know how to make
it any clearer than that.
I'll leave this with you.
Give me a ginger ale.
[GRUNTS]
How are you?
Good to see you.
Uh, on second thought, uh,
make that a bourbon.
A double.
Jonathan Hart.
Hello. Jonathan, would
you light me, please?
That's a very attractive case.
Is that all you find attractive?
Uh, this is my wife Jennifer.
Oh.
[SIGHS]
Are you taping tonight?
Oh... Uh, I...
Yes. I'm trying to.
I would love a copy.
You would?
Mm-hm.
Sure.
Thank you.
Where is Russell?
He's over there.
Well, that's odd.
He told us he'd
been on the wagon
for the past couple of months.
I think I'll check
him out. Excuse me.
Gentlemen, we're not
being paid to sit around
and socialize all night.
Are you kidding? I'm
not being paid at all.
That's a wrap. Come on guys.
[PLAYS UPBEAT MUSIC ON CLARINET]
Post time.
Hey, Russell.
Russell, we came here to play.
What do you say you
put the drink down?
I'll have this one to go.
And now let's have a
big round of applause
for the prettiest
member of our group,
Victoria Wilder.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Thank you.
We're going to
try a real old one.
It's one that Ethel
Waters used to sing.
It's called: "Go Back Where
You Stayed Last Night."
[BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC]
♪ Go back where
you stayed Last night ♪
♪ Get away from my door ♪
♪ Another baby's
My regular now ♪
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
♪ In another candy shop ♪
♪ Go and buy your lollipop ♪
♪ Be on a hop ♪
♪ Papa, 'cause I'm
sure Through with you ♪
♪ I've been a big chump ♪
♪ Long enough ♪
♪ From now on ♪
♪ I'm gonna be mean ♪
♪ So find another station ♪
♪ To get your
supply Of gasoline ♪
♪ And when the back ♪
♪ Of your collar is showing ♪
♪ Then I know doggone well ♪
♪ You are going ♪
♪ Back where you
stayed Last night ♪
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
[BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC]
♪ Now when the door Is slammed ♪
♪ In your face ♪
♪ It just means No
more parking place ♪
♪ Go back where
you stayed Last night ♪
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
[CROWD CHEERING]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[BANGS PIANO KEYS]
Oh, uh... [CHUCKLES]
Sorry, folks, it looks
like we just lost, uh,
half our rhythm section.
[DRUM ROLL]
So, uh, we'll be
back in a few minutes.
[CROWD CHEERING]
I'll look after him.
I think the problem is Victoria.
Why don't you let
me talk to Russell.
Okay. Will you put
my horn in the case.
Sure. Thanks
Russell.
Get out.
Leave me alone.
Hey, you'd better
switch to black coffee
or we're going to call it a
night and take you home.
Who does she think she is?
I'll kill her.
I swear I will kill her!
Your not killing anybody.
Give me the glass.
Maybe you didn't mind
when she dumped you
but she's not doing it to me.
Look, Russell.
That's the booze talking.
Frankly, you're
better off without her.
Get out.
What happened to Russell?
I don't know.
Larry went back to cool him off.
Russell?
What?
Oh.
You know, Larry is right.
I am better off without you.
Let's leave him out of this.
Get away from me.
Tonight was all my fault.
Why I said what I said...
Listen to me, Russell.
I never should
have sung that song.
I should have realized.
Oh, I should have realized.
Russell?
Hey, Russell's mad as hell.
He threatened to kill Victoria.
What? Yeah.
Threatened to kill her?
Come on, darling, we better
get some coffee into him
and drive him home.
Oh.
Come on, Russell. Russell.
Let's try to put Humpty
Dumpty back together again.
Here's a little coffee.
♪ And when the door Is slammed ♪
You'll make sense
of it in the morning.
Here you go. Have a sip. Go on.
He's been on the wagon
a couple of months,
a few belts and,
uh, really lost it.
Darling, can you get my trumpet?
It's on that shelf back there.
Sure. Come on.
Come on. Try a little coffee.
[♪♪]
Jonathan.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Looks like a blow to the head.
Jonathan, you've got
to talk to her for me.
I can't talk to her, Russell.
She's dead.
Dead?
Oh. Excuse me.
I'm Miss Wilder's secretary.
Where is she?
I'm afraid there's
been a terrible accident.
What happened?
Oh, my lord.
Victoria.
I'll call Lieutenant Grey.
JONATHAN:
Lieutenant Grey, please.
[♪♪]
JENNIFER: Russell!
Jonathan?
Too dark to tell
which way he went.
What are you going
to tell Lieutenant Grey?
The truth.
He left in a hurry.
[♪♪]
MAN: Now, let me
go over this again.
So far, we eliminated Mr. Allen
and Dr. Bargy.
They were both out front
when Miss Wilder was killed.
Now, Miss Boyer...
you've examined this purse.
To your knowledge,
nothing else was taken
but the cigarette case?
Correct. Only the gold case
Russell Robinson gave her.
Did Miss Wilder have any enemies
that you might think of?
No, sir.
Well, thank you.
That will be all.
Do you have
transportation to get home?
Yes. Miss Wilder's car
and driver followed me here.
Very good.
Thank you for coming.
Mr. Fields,
you're a stockbroker
by profession.
Yeah.
And you play
trombone with the band.
That's right.
GREY: You've known
Russell a long time?
FIELDS: Mm-hm.
What can you tell me about him?
Well, I don't want it to look
like I'm out for Russell's hide,
or anything but, uh...
He threatened Victoria.
Are you sure about that?
Yeah. I heard him.
Are you willing to sign
a deposition to that fact?
Sure.
Thank you very much, Mr. Fields.
We'll keep in touch.
I appreciate all your help.
Jonathan, I wish I
could buy your theory
that Russell ran out of the
club because he was upset.
Do you have any idea what the
murder weapon was, lieutenant?
From the looks of it, I'd
say it was a blunt instrument.
But we'll wait for
the autopsy report.
What do you two know
about the late Miss Wilder?
O... Only that, uh,
Russell was very
much in love with her.
I've never seen him more happy
until they had some
sort of an argument.
Don't you think it
seems funny that, uh,
this guy Fields is
incriminating Russell?
How does he fit in the picture,
besides being in the band?
Well, you see, Larry was going
with Victoria before Russell.
In fact, he introduced
the two of them.
Lieutenant, I sat
in with Russell
in a lot of college bands.
I've known him for a long time.
Believe me, he's not a killer.
If I was to convince
him to give himself up
would it help?
Of course, it would help.
But you've got to understand
the man was drunk,
threatened to kill her,
and when he heard
the word police, he split.
Look, I'll do a little more
checking on Larry Fields,
and if you hear from Russell...
Yeah, I, uh... I
know your number.
And if we do get him to come in,
you'll, uh, give
him a little help?
We'll do our best.
First thing in the morning
we'll check his last address.
Okay. Thanks, Herschel.
Okay.
[♪♪]
You're the only one
that's left to handle
the estate of the Wilders?
There is no one else.
Victoria was the
last of the Wilders.
I'm afraid I'm all she had.
You and Victoria were
very close, weren't you?
Hardly.
She was, um...
Well, not the easiest
person to deal with.
But I guess I was
up to the task.
Quite frankly, she was spoiled,
and I didn't much care for her.
Do you think she loved Russell?
Victoria and men,
it's a mystery.
Do you know where
we could find Russell?
Like most of her gentlemen,
he just turned up here
one morning and stayed.
He did have an apartment
but I would have no idea where.
Miss Boyer,
do you think that someone
could have profited financially
from Miss Wilder's death?
I'll be blunt, Mr. Hart.
Victoria went through everything
that her grandfather left.
In order to pay her creditors,
this house will have to be sold.
I see.
Oh, uh, excuse me.
I'll get our coffee.
Thank you.
[♪♪]
If we're gonna
locate Russell before
the police do, we'd better do
better than we're doing here.
But all we have to go
on is that cigarette case.
Yeah. That and
that inscription on it
from Russell.
It said, "To V, from R."
If Russell still has it on him,
it'll certainly link him
up with the murder.
You know, if a store sold
a fine gold cigarette
case like that,
personally inscribed...
there should be
a receipt for it.
Either for the
inscription or for...
Or for the purchase.
And they usually have
the name of the purchaser
with his address on it.
Are there many stores like that?
Well, we can always do what
the phone company suggests:
let our fingers do the walking.
JENNIFER: Yes, Mr. Yuld,
we've already called Tiffany's.
And Van Cleef's.
You see, we're
starting at the A's.
And now we're down to the Y's.
Thank you.
[WHISPERING] He's checking
his custom orders for the initials.
"Yuld" rhymes with "mulled."
Shh.
You do?
Oh, that's wonderful,
Mr. Mulled... Yuld.
Uh, what's his name?
Robinson.
And the address?
Park Century East
Luxury Apartment Hotel.
Well, he's registered and
his clothes are in his room.
We'll set up a
stakeout until he gets in.
Thanks for your help,
we'll take it from here.
You'll go as easy as you
can on him, will you, Herschel?
Don't worry about it.
We're not going to
open up fire on him.
When he comes in, we'll
just take him into custody.
Yeah. All right?
By the way, does he carry a gun?
Not to my knowledge.
Just a mild-mannered
insurance salesman
who plays the piano.
Hey, Russell!
[♪♪]
Russell!
[SIREN BLARING]
[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON POLICE RADIO]
[♪♪]
Get out of the car, Russell.
You're under arrest for murder.
You okay, Russell?
Yeah.
Why did you run from
the club that night?
The truth.
I found her cigarette
case in my pocket.
In your pocket?
I swear I don't know
how it got there.
I was scared and I
ran. Wouldn't you?
GREY: You got
an alibi for all this?
Victoria was in the room.
I blacked out. When I came to,
you were there... she was dead.
I believe you
didn't do it, Russell.
Oh, yeah, you just hang
around with the police
for the fun of it.
Running isn't going to help.
Well, it is when you
don't have any answers.
Now, let's go.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you don't have
lawyer, we'll get you one.
He's not guilty.
I know.
But unless we come
up with some answers,
he can't.
It'll be an open-and-shut
case for a jury.
[♪♪]
[BLOWS DRYLY]
You know, I got him arrested.
No, you didn't.
You only tried to help him.
I called the county
jail this morning,
and he won't see me.
There's a dent in this horn.
There is?
That's a blood stain.
Where?
Right there.
Well, Lieutenant Grey did say
that Victoria was killed
by a blunt instrument.
No pun intended.
You know, this
trumpet was on a shelf
when Victoria and
Russell were alone.
You mean, you could've been
carrying the murder
weapon around with you
while the police were
fine-combing the club?
I didn't know anything about it.
I hadn't picked up
the horn for a week.
[GASPS]
Larry put that
case into the room.
And he was awfully
fast to accuse Russell.
But he's not our man
because he was sitting with us
when Victoria was murdered.
We're his alibi.
Oh, boy.
With friends like us,
Russell hardly
needs any enemies.
We not only lead
the police to him,
but we provide them
with the murder weapon.
Know what I can't believe?
Is that Russell loved this
trumpet as much as I do.
And drunk or sober,
I can't believe that he would
use it as a murder weapon.
I don't think that would stand
up in court of law, darling.
Well, we put him in jail,
and we're going to get him out.
We'll take him back to
the scene of the crime
and, uh, see if that
can refresh his memory.
GREY: Jonathan.
This better be good.
The captain, he likes to keep
his murder suspects in jail.
We appreciate it
very much, Herschel.
Just trust us, okay?
Russell...
I want you to
think very carefully.
You left the piano after
Victoria sang her first song.
You came back here. You argued.
Right.
Do you think you could you
have killed her with this trumpet?
No!
I loved her. I
wanted to marry her.
Besides, I never even
saw that trumpet in here.
Larry Fields said
he put it on this shelf.
He told me so.
Then somebody
must have moved it.
Maybe somebody
was in here at the time.
Somebody who would
use it to kill Victoria.
I didn't see anyone else.
I played her number,
I came in here.
Larry told me to
try and forget her.
Then?
My head was spinning. I...
Hey, we argued the first time,
not the second.
The first time you
came back here,
you were sober.
The second time, you were drunk.
How do you remember
anything then?
Try to think back.
Ahh... She wasn't mad.
She said she'd made a mistake.
She put her hand to my face.
I blacked out.
Whoever was in here,
could've been hiding back here.
They could've
overheard the argument,
heard them patching it up,
and then killed her
with the trumpet.
The body was here.
The blow was to
the back of her head.
She didn't see the assailant.
And he was out cold.
So what you're saying is
the murder weapon
was the trumpet.
That's exactly what
I'm saying, lieutenant.
That the murder
weapon is the trumpet.
All right, look. His
preliminary hearing
is set for next month.
Jonathan, give me the trumpet.
Maybe there's
a fingerprint on it
that you haven't rubbed off yet.
The next time I play that thing,
I hope you're playing piano.
I hope so.
Let's go.
[♪♪]
Oh, do you want to hear
that tape I made of the band?
Yeah, sure. Put it on.
♪ ...go back where
you stayed last night... ♪
We don't sound too bad, do we?
No, not bad at all.
You know, when I realized I
couldn't be Louis Armstrong,
I took a daytime job.
I'm glad you did.
Yeah?
[LAUGHS]
JENNIFER: Hello.
WOMAN: Oh, do come in.
Mr. and Mrs. Hart,
please come in,
I'm Mrs. Essen of
Beach View Real Estate.
Oh, how do you
do? How do you do?
I have to ask you one question.
It's for the office, not for me.
Are you looking at the house
because you saw
the ad in the paper,
or did you just
happen to drive by
and see the "for sale" sign?
Well, actually, Mrs. Essen,
we're looking for Anita Boyer.
Oh, how nice.
Then she recommended
you look at the house?
Oh, I don't mind sharing
a commission with her.
The market is soft,
as we say at the office.
And a sale is a sale.
Well, actually,
we're not interested
in seeing this house at all.
Oh, I know, the
price is 2 million.
But when I tell you the price
is negotiable, you
will be interested.
If Ronnie and Nancy came
down a half a million in price,
anybody will.
Actually, uh, we are, interested
in seeing the house, Mrs. Essen.
We a...? We are.
It's just that we expected
to see Anita Boyer.
Then please, sign the register.
Go ahead, darling. Sign.
Ah.
The stairway is on the left.
Any questions,
I'll be right here.
Excuse me, I have
to phone my office.
Mm. Oh, look at the
hardwood floors, darling.
Parquet.
Butter.
Darling, why are
we house-hunting?
Well, I was hoping to find
something that would prove
that Russell and Victoria
are still in love
with each other.
Oh.
Let's see what's in here.
Well, this is funny.
JONATHAN: What?
She has duplicates
in every outfit.
Well, maybe she
liked the styles.
In different sizes?
What do you mean?
Well, look at this.
You saw Victoria,
she's about my size.
That's for a small woman.
Well, the only other
woman in the house is Anita.
Well, she's small.
Well, why would they keep
their clothes in the same closet?
Beats me.
And one Arabian
gentleman is interested
in the house
because it faces east.
Mr. and Mrs. Hart were here?
They're upstairs now.
In this house?
Looking through the bedroom?
Get out, you idiot!
Well, they used your name.
And don't you dare
speak to me in that tone.
You're fired. Get out.
I'm not accustomed
to being spoken to
in that manner by a secretary.
Me? A secretary? Oh,
don't make me laugh.
Get out. Get out.
Strangers trekking
through my house.
[♪♪]
Ah. It gives me the willies.
Don't be curious, Mrs. Hart.
I'll let you dress up
since you seem to be so
interested in the wardrobe.
As prospective home-buyers,
do you think we're
entitled to a free phone call?
Who you gonna call?
Lieutenant Grey.
Anita Boyer led us to believe
that she was not too fond
of her late employer.
Lieutenant Grey, please.
You don't share a closet
with somebody
you don't like. Hm.
Hello, Lieutenant?
It's Jonathan Hart.
Yeah, Jonathan?
Lieutenant, what did
you get on Anita Boyer,
Victoria Wilder's secretary?
Got? Eh, nothing.
I questioned her
and I let her go.
Run a check on her
for me, will you, please?
And let me know
what you find out.
Well, what am I looking for?
I don't know.
Yeah, thanks,
Herschel. I appreciate it.
I'll talk to you.
He'll call us at home.
Come on. Let's go.
[♪♪]
J... Don't touch him!
Not just yet.
What are you talking
about? He's hurt.
He'll come around.
Don't worry. I want him to.
I just need a little
time to get you ready.
Ready for what?
You and Mr. Hart
are going to make
a very attractive
couple, Victoria.
I'm Jennifer, not Victoria.
You will be whoever
I tell you to be...
or your husband
will never wake up.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Sorry, lieutenant. All I
get from the Wilder house
is an answering service.
And you're sure the
Harts went there?
Yeah. They should have
been here an hour ago.
Maybe they got caught up
in freeway traffic.
Maybe.
You look worried, lieutenant.
I am, Max. Jonathan asked me
to run a check on Anita Boyer.
The FBI has a set
of her fingerprints.
You mean she's
got a criminal record
with prints on file? No, Max.
The FBI has a set
of her prints on file
because ten years ago,
she worked at a hospital,
a psychiatric hospital.
Better Anita worked
at the hospital
than being a patient there.
Hospital records show
that her main duties was to
take care of one wealthy patient,
Victoria Wilder.
And that's where they
first met, apparently.
And now Victoria's dead.
I've got the address
of the Wilder house
written down in the kitchen.
You read my mind.
Max, does Jonathan carry a gun?
No. Why?
Because according
to police records,
Anita Boyer has
a permit for one.
Let's move it.
[♪♪]
Where's my wife?
I told you to be patient.
You men are all alike.
Never give a girl
time to get dressed.
Dressed?
Are we going someplace?
No. Dressed for at home.
It's just the two of you.
Oh, I might poke my
head in now and then.
Ah, she should be ready.
And Mr. Hart...
do exactly what
she tells you to do,
or I'll kill you both.
I understand.
We're heading upstairs.
I'll be right behind you.
[SIGHS]
[♪♪]
Ah. Doesn't Miss
Victoria look lovely?
Yes, she does.
ANITA: What man can resist her?
You do find her
alluring, don't you?
Yes, I do.
You're just like all the others,
Russell and Larry...
so many more.
You told me all
about the affairs,
didn't you, Miss Victoria?
Anita... I'm not Victoria.
Dressing me up in her
clothes doesn't make me her.
Victoria's dead.
Victoria can't be dead.
I am Victoria.
Put the gun down, Anita.
Don't tell me what to do.
I am the Victoria Wilder.
And I had to kill Anita.
She defied my orders.
I permitted her all
the lovers she wanted,
all the handsome young men
who would never
love someone like me.
And when she fell
in love with Russell
and threatened to leave you,
you killed her.
Yes.
So when Victoria went
to sober Russell up
to tell him she loved him,
you were hiding in
the dressing room.
You hit her over the head
with Jonathan's trumpet.
And then you planted
the cigarette case
in Russell's pocket,
so they thought that he
would be the murderer.
Victoria...
there's lovely
lingerie in the bureau.
[♪♪]
I think this man might
work out very well, Victoria.
Ah, very good, Victoria.
Slip into something comfortable.
There you go. Oh, boy.
He is handsome.
[DOG BARKS]
We're in luck.
Lieutenant Grey and Max.
Really? Well, they
must know we're here.
Our car's outside.
"Car tape, play loud."
Let's go.
What was that about?
Hopefully, in a
moment you'll hear.
What are they up to?
[ON CAR RADIO]:
♪ ...another station ♪
♪ to get your
supply of gasoline ♪
♪ and when the back of
your collar is showing... ♪
ANITA: Stop it!
Anita, stop it.
♪ Where you stayed last night ♪
Stop it!
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
Stop it!
Anita!
Anita! Anita.
I didn't! Anita.
Anita killed Victoria?
No, that's the other way around.
Book this woman
and get her to a doctor.
Help me, Max.
Now look at this.
We were lucky.
We could've been the late show.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[TRUMPET PLAYING]
Wonderful!
Ah. Thanks, darling. Mm-hm.
You know something? What?
I love you. Aww.
I really do. Mmm.
[GROANS]
What?
Oh, your lip's sensitive?
Very sore. Sore from practicing?
Yeah. Well...
It's a wonder wives can put up
with jazz musicians that
their lips are so sensitive.
Well, it can be done.
Oh? Yeah.
Artie Shaw was put
up with by eight wives.
Eight? Mm-hm.
Well, it's obvious that jazz
and marriage doesn't mix.
Well, Artie Shaw
was an exception.
Who else?
Charlie Barnett... Uh-huh?
Six wives.
Really?
Amazing.
I'm awfully glad that
you're a musician...
by hobby... and an
executive by profession.
Ah. You mean like, uh,
Cornelius Vanderbilt, Jr.?
Exactly.
Seven wives.
Really?
J. Paul Getty... Yeah?
Five. Huh.
Jonathan... Hm?
Do you know you're so romantic?
No, but if you hum
a few bars for me,
I'll try to play it
for you in B-flat.
[♪♪]
my boss, Jonathan Hart,
a self-made millionaire.
He's quite a guy.
This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.
She's one lady who knows
how to take care of herself.
By the way, my name is Max.
I take care of both of
them, which ain't easy,
'cause when they
met, it was murder.
[♪♪]
[PIANO PLAYING
SOFT, JAZZY MUSIC]
[TRUMPET PLAYING JAZZY MUSIC]
[BARKS]
[MUSIC FROM TRUMPET CONTINUES]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Sound all right?
Wonderful. How are you, Russell?
For an insurance salesman,
I'm still a superb hot piano player.
I can certainly see that.
What are you guys up to?
They're perpetrating
the "St. Louis Blues."
Mm-hm.
I'll give it to you straight.
The Occupational Hazard
Jazzband needs a trumpet
for the next two weekends.
I'm practicing to
get my lips back.
I've never complained.
Where's your regular
trumpet player?
He had to fly to Philly...
A fire chief's convention.
We're playing at a
place called Sasch's.
Any of the old
faces from the band?
The only familiar face
from Jonathan's days
is the trombone.
Larry Fields, the stockbroker.
Oh, I remember him.
Yeah. Now we've got a
psychiatrist's on drums...
That'll get rid of
his aggressions.
And a TV star on clarinet.
Really? Who's that?
Steve Allen.
Hey! I see him all the time.
He's very funny. You know the...
The Meeting of Minds. With
all of those great intellectuals.
RUSSELL: When it comes
to his clarinet, he's serious.
He sits in with us
whenever he's in town.
Great. I'll open some beers.
Come on over here.
None for me, Max.
I'm on the wagon.
Oh. I have been
for three months.
I saw a doctor.
Did you?
Everything all right?
Yeah. I'm just one of those guys
who after two drinks
Mr. Hyde comes out.
Oh. That's great
you're doing that.
And I've got a lady who's
helping me stay on the wagon.
It sounds like someone's going
to save you from bachelorhood.
Her name's Victoria
Wilder and she is a beauty.
She sings with us now and then.
Victoria Wilder?
Isn't there a Victoria
Wilder who's an heiress
to something or
other? You got it.
Five and dime stores.
But ever since college,
all Victoria's been
into Bessie Smith
and Billie Holliday.
And you're going to love her.
Hey, I've got an idea.
Why don't I take a
cassette machine
and tape you guys tomorrow?
A recording session, huh?
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
I love you so much.
These past few months have
been the happiest ever for me.
Darling, I love you,
too... very much.
Well, I've asked
you to marry me.
Now, why don't you just say yes.
It's not that simple, Russell.
Why not?
Give me a little time.
Maybe there's a
way it can work out.
Work what out?
You leave it to me, darling.
Now, why don't you
go catch a swim?
I'll watch you from the window.
All right.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Come in.
I've ordered your car for 8:00,
Miss Victoria.
Thank you, Anita.
Do you think it's
wise, Victoria...
his being here all the time?
He stays at a hotel.
He sleeps here.
Don't you see? I love him.
Victoria... you're so lovely.
He'll only hurt you.
He's kind.
It's the money he wants.
It's what they all want.
If I were like you and
could have my pick,
I would search the world,
and I'd be very, very sure.
You don't love him, do you?
I do.
You'd give up this...
The estate, the house,
the car, chauffeur,
clothes, everything...
to run off with him?
I can't just break it off.
Of course you can.
It's for your own good.
He can handle it.
Be a good girl,
for both our sakes.
Break it off.
[♪♪]
[BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC]
[BAND CONTINUES
PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.
While the blood returns to
our lips, we'll take a little rest.
Then we'll be back to play
another set for you. Thanks.
[APPLAUSE]
Bravo! Bravo!
I think I got the whole thing.
Hey, Jonathan,
I think you hit a high C, man.
I know, but I was
trying to play it in B-flat.
[ALL LAUGH]
Where's Victoria?
She'll be here
for the second set.
You know, that's a
beautiful instrument.
Oh, thanks.
That's a Selmer.
That's over 50 years old.
As a matter of fact, uh,
Russell gave it to me.
I was playing this old
horn and he said, "Try this."
Yeah, I switched from trumpet
to piano about 20 years ago.
It was just sitting
around gathering dust
and it's a great horn I
wanted to see it taken care of
and played.
Oh, there's Victoria.
Why don't you ask
her to come on over?
Yeah. Listen, order me
a ginger ale, will you?
Sure.
I'll wait here. Okay.
Hi.
Hey, come on out front.
I want you to meet a
couple of special people.
Russell, we've got to talk.
Hey, why the sad face, baby?
I've been thinking about us.
Yeah? Well, darling,
what about us?
If we got married,
there are certain sacrifices
that I would have make.
Sacrifices?
Wait a minute. I love
you. You love me.
Now, what's the matter?
Everything was all right this
afternoon. What happened?
Please don't make it any
harder than it already is.
Wait a minute.
We're not talking about
some casual affair here.
It's not you and me
any longer, Russell.
I don't know how to make
it any clearer than that.
I'll leave this with you.
Give me a ginger ale.
[GRUNTS]
How are you?
Good to see you.
Uh, on second thought, uh,
make that a bourbon.
A double.
Jonathan Hart.
Hello. Jonathan, would
you light me, please?
That's a very attractive case.
Is that all you find attractive?
Uh, this is my wife Jennifer.
Oh.
[SIGHS]
Are you taping tonight?
Oh... Uh, I...
Yes. I'm trying to.
I would love a copy.
You would?
Mm-hm.
Sure.
Thank you.
Where is Russell?
He's over there.
Well, that's odd.
He told us he'd
been on the wagon
for the past couple of months.
I think I'll check
him out. Excuse me.
Gentlemen, we're not
being paid to sit around
and socialize all night.
Are you kidding? I'm
not being paid at all.
That's a wrap. Come on guys.
[PLAYS UPBEAT MUSIC ON CLARINET]
Post time.
Hey, Russell.
Russell, we came here to play.
What do you say you
put the drink down?
I'll have this one to go.
And now let's have a
big round of applause
for the prettiest
member of our group,
Victoria Wilder.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Thank you.
We're going to
try a real old one.
It's one that Ethel
Waters used to sing.
It's called: "Go Back Where
You Stayed Last Night."
[BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC]
♪ Go back where
you stayed Last night ♪
♪ Get away from my door ♪
♪ Another baby's
My regular now ♪
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
♪ In another candy shop ♪
♪ Go and buy your lollipop ♪
♪ Be on a hop ♪
♪ Papa, 'cause I'm
sure Through with you ♪
♪ I've been a big chump ♪
♪ Long enough ♪
♪ From now on ♪
♪ I'm gonna be mean ♪
♪ So find another station ♪
♪ To get your
supply Of gasoline ♪
♪ And when the back ♪
♪ Of your collar is showing ♪
♪ Then I know doggone well ♪
♪ You are going ♪
♪ Back where you
stayed Last night ♪
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
[BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC]
♪ Now when the door Is slammed ♪
♪ In your face ♪
♪ It just means No
more parking place ♪
♪ Go back where
you stayed Last night ♪
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
[CROWD CHEERING]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[BANGS PIANO KEYS]
Oh, uh... [CHUCKLES]
Sorry, folks, it looks
like we just lost, uh,
half our rhythm section.
[DRUM ROLL]
So, uh, we'll be
back in a few minutes.
[CROWD CHEERING]
I'll look after him.
I think the problem is Victoria.
Why don't you let
me talk to Russell.
Okay. Will you put
my horn in the case.
Sure. Thanks
Russell.
Get out.
Leave me alone.
Hey, you'd better
switch to black coffee
or we're going to call it a
night and take you home.
Who does she think she is?
I'll kill her.
I swear I will kill her!
Your not killing anybody.
Give me the glass.
Maybe you didn't mind
when she dumped you
but she's not doing it to me.
Look, Russell.
That's the booze talking.
Frankly, you're
better off without her.
Get out.
What happened to Russell?
I don't know.
Larry went back to cool him off.
Russell?
What?
Oh.
You know, Larry is right.
I am better off without you.
Let's leave him out of this.
Get away from me.
Tonight was all my fault.
Why I said what I said...
Listen to me, Russell.
I never should
have sung that song.
I should have realized.
Oh, I should have realized.
Russell?
Hey, Russell's mad as hell.
He threatened to kill Victoria.
What? Yeah.
Threatened to kill her?
Come on, darling, we better
get some coffee into him
and drive him home.
Oh.
Come on, Russell. Russell.
Let's try to put Humpty
Dumpty back together again.
Here's a little coffee.
♪ And when the door Is slammed ♪
You'll make sense
of it in the morning.
Here you go. Have a sip. Go on.
He's been on the wagon
a couple of months,
a few belts and,
uh, really lost it.
Darling, can you get my trumpet?
It's on that shelf back there.
Sure. Come on.
Come on. Try a little coffee.
[♪♪]
Jonathan.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Looks like a blow to the head.
Jonathan, you've got
to talk to her for me.
I can't talk to her, Russell.
She's dead.
Dead?
Oh. Excuse me.
I'm Miss Wilder's secretary.
Where is she?
I'm afraid there's
been a terrible accident.
What happened?
Oh, my lord.
Victoria.
I'll call Lieutenant Grey.
JONATHAN:
Lieutenant Grey, please.
[♪♪]
JENNIFER: Russell!
Jonathan?
Too dark to tell
which way he went.
What are you going
to tell Lieutenant Grey?
The truth.
He left in a hurry.
[♪♪]
MAN: Now, let me
go over this again.
So far, we eliminated Mr. Allen
and Dr. Bargy.
They were both out front
when Miss Wilder was killed.
Now, Miss Boyer...
you've examined this purse.
To your knowledge,
nothing else was taken
but the cigarette case?
Correct. Only the gold case
Russell Robinson gave her.
Did Miss Wilder have any enemies
that you might think of?
No, sir.
Well, thank you.
That will be all.
Do you have
transportation to get home?
Yes. Miss Wilder's car
and driver followed me here.
Very good.
Thank you for coming.
Mr. Fields,
you're a stockbroker
by profession.
Yeah.
And you play
trombone with the band.
That's right.
GREY: You've known
Russell a long time?
FIELDS: Mm-hm.
What can you tell me about him?
Well, I don't want it to look
like I'm out for Russell's hide,
or anything but, uh...
He threatened Victoria.
Are you sure about that?
Yeah. I heard him.
Are you willing to sign
a deposition to that fact?
Sure.
Thank you very much, Mr. Fields.
We'll keep in touch.
I appreciate all your help.
Jonathan, I wish I
could buy your theory
that Russell ran out of the
club because he was upset.
Do you have any idea what the
murder weapon was, lieutenant?
From the looks of it, I'd
say it was a blunt instrument.
But we'll wait for
the autopsy report.
What do you two know
about the late Miss Wilder?
O... Only that, uh,
Russell was very
much in love with her.
I've never seen him more happy
until they had some
sort of an argument.
Don't you think it
seems funny that, uh,
this guy Fields is
incriminating Russell?
How does he fit in the picture,
besides being in the band?
Well, you see, Larry was going
with Victoria before Russell.
In fact, he introduced
the two of them.
Lieutenant, I sat
in with Russell
in a lot of college bands.
I've known him for a long time.
Believe me, he's not a killer.
If I was to convince
him to give himself up
would it help?
Of course, it would help.
But you've got to understand
the man was drunk,
threatened to kill her,
and when he heard
the word police, he split.
Look, I'll do a little more
checking on Larry Fields,
and if you hear from Russell...
Yeah, I, uh... I
know your number.
And if we do get him to come in,
you'll, uh, give
him a little help?
We'll do our best.
First thing in the morning
we'll check his last address.
Okay. Thanks, Herschel.
Okay.
[♪♪]
You're the only one
that's left to handle
the estate of the Wilders?
There is no one else.
Victoria was the
last of the Wilders.
I'm afraid I'm all she had.
You and Victoria were
very close, weren't you?
Hardly.
She was, um...
Well, not the easiest
person to deal with.
But I guess I was
up to the task.
Quite frankly, she was spoiled,
and I didn't much care for her.
Do you think she loved Russell?
Victoria and men,
it's a mystery.
Do you know where
we could find Russell?
Like most of her gentlemen,
he just turned up here
one morning and stayed.
He did have an apartment
but I would have no idea where.
Miss Boyer,
do you think that someone
could have profited financially
from Miss Wilder's death?
I'll be blunt, Mr. Hart.
Victoria went through everything
that her grandfather left.
In order to pay her creditors,
this house will have to be sold.
I see.
Oh, uh, excuse me.
I'll get our coffee.
Thank you.
[♪♪]
If we're gonna
locate Russell before
the police do, we'd better do
better than we're doing here.
But all we have to go
on is that cigarette case.
Yeah. That and
that inscription on it
from Russell.
It said, "To V, from R."
If Russell still has it on him,
it'll certainly link him
up with the murder.
You know, if a store sold
a fine gold cigarette
case like that,
personally inscribed...
there should be
a receipt for it.
Either for the
inscription or for...
Or for the purchase.
And they usually have
the name of the purchaser
with his address on it.
Are there many stores like that?
Well, we can always do what
the phone company suggests:
let our fingers do the walking.
JENNIFER: Yes, Mr. Yuld,
we've already called Tiffany's.
And Van Cleef's.
You see, we're
starting at the A's.
And now we're down to the Y's.
Thank you.
[WHISPERING] He's checking
his custom orders for the initials.
"Yuld" rhymes with "mulled."
Shh.
You do?
Oh, that's wonderful,
Mr. Mulled... Yuld.
Uh, what's his name?
Robinson.
And the address?
Park Century East
Luxury Apartment Hotel.
Well, he's registered and
his clothes are in his room.
We'll set up a
stakeout until he gets in.
Thanks for your help,
we'll take it from here.
You'll go as easy as you
can on him, will you, Herschel?
Don't worry about it.
We're not going to
open up fire on him.
When he comes in, we'll
just take him into custody.
Yeah. All right?
By the way, does he carry a gun?
Not to my knowledge.
Just a mild-mannered
insurance salesman
who plays the piano.
Hey, Russell!
[♪♪]
Russell!
[SIREN BLARING]
[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON POLICE RADIO]
[♪♪]
Get out of the car, Russell.
You're under arrest for murder.
You okay, Russell?
Yeah.
Why did you run from
the club that night?
The truth.
I found her cigarette
case in my pocket.
In your pocket?
I swear I don't know
how it got there.
I was scared and I
ran. Wouldn't you?
GREY: You got
an alibi for all this?
Victoria was in the room.
I blacked out. When I came to,
you were there... she was dead.
I believe you
didn't do it, Russell.
Oh, yeah, you just hang
around with the police
for the fun of it.
Running isn't going to help.
Well, it is when you
don't have any answers.
Now, let's go.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you don't have
lawyer, we'll get you one.
He's not guilty.
I know.
But unless we come
up with some answers,
he can't.
It'll be an open-and-shut
case for a jury.
[♪♪]
[BLOWS DRYLY]
You know, I got him arrested.
No, you didn't.
You only tried to help him.
I called the county
jail this morning,
and he won't see me.
There's a dent in this horn.
There is?
That's a blood stain.
Where?
Right there.
Well, Lieutenant Grey did say
that Victoria was killed
by a blunt instrument.
No pun intended.
You know, this
trumpet was on a shelf
when Victoria and
Russell were alone.
You mean, you could've been
carrying the murder
weapon around with you
while the police were
fine-combing the club?
I didn't know anything about it.
I hadn't picked up
the horn for a week.
[GASPS]
Larry put that
case into the room.
And he was awfully
fast to accuse Russell.
But he's not our man
because he was sitting with us
when Victoria was murdered.
We're his alibi.
Oh, boy.
With friends like us,
Russell hardly
needs any enemies.
We not only lead
the police to him,
but we provide them
with the murder weapon.
Know what I can't believe?
Is that Russell loved this
trumpet as much as I do.
And drunk or sober,
I can't believe that he would
use it as a murder weapon.
I don't think that would stand
up in court of law, darling.
Well, we put him in jail,
and we're going to get him out.
We'll take him back to
the scene of the crime
and, uh, see if that
can refresh his memory.
GREY: Jonathan.
This better be good.
The captain, he likes to keep
his murder suspects in jail.
We appreciate it
very much, Herschel.
Just trust us, okay?
Russell...
I want you to
think very carefully.
You left the piano after
Victoria sang her first song.
You came back here. You argued.
Right.
Do you think you could you
have killed her with this trumpet?
No!
I loved her. I
wanted to marry her.
Besides, I never even
saw that trumpet in here.
Larry Fields said
he put it on this shelf.
He told me so.
Then somebody
must have moved it.
Maybe somebody
was in here at the time.
Somebody who would
use it to kill Victoria.
I didn't see anyone else.
I played her number,
I came in here.
Larry told me to
try and forget her.
Then?
My head was spinning. I...
Hey, we argued the first time,
not the second.
The first time you
came back here,
you were sober.
The second time, you were drunk.
How do you remember
anything then?
Try to think back.
Ahh... She wasn't mad.
She said she'd made a mistake.
She put her hand to my face.
I blacked out.
Whoever was in here,
could've been hiding back here.
They could've
overheard the argument,
heard them patching it up,
and then killed her
with the trumpet.
The body was here.
The blow was to
the back of her head.
She didn't see the assailant.
And he was out cold.
So what you're saying is
the murder weapon
was the trumpet.
That's exactly what
I'm saying, lieutenant.
That the murder
weapon is the trumpet.
All right, look. His
preliminary hearing
is set for next month.
Jonathan, give me the trumpet.
Maybe there's
a fingerprint on it
that you haven't rubbed off yet.
The next time I play that thing,
I hope you're playing piano.
I hope so.
Let's go.
[♪♪]
Oh, do you want to hear
that tape I made of the band?
Yeah, sure. Put it on.
♪ ...go back where
you stayed last night... ♪
We don't sound too bad, do we?
No, not bad at all.
You know, when I realized I
couldn't be Louis Armstrong,
I took a daytime job.
I'm glad you did.
Yeah?
[LAUGHS]
JENNIFER: Hello.
WOMAN: Oh, do come in.
Mr. and Mrs. Hart,
please come in,
I'm Mrs. Essen of
Beach View Real Estate.
Oh, how do you
do? How do you do?
I have to ask you one question.
It's for the office, not for me.
Are you looking at the house
because you saw
the ad in the paper,
or did you just
happen to drive by
and see the "for sale" sign?
Well, actually, Mrs. Essen,
we're looking for Anita Boyer.
Oh, how nice.
Then she recommended
you look at the house?
Oh, I don't mind sharing
a commission with her.
The market is soft,
as we say at the office.
And a sale is a sale.
Well, actually,
we're not interested
in seeing this house at all.
Oh, I know, the
price is 2 million.
But when I tell you the price
is negotiable, you
will be interested.
If Ronnie and Nancy came
down a half a million in price,
anybody will.
Actually, uh, we are, interested
in seeing the house, Mrs. Essen.
We a...? We are.
It's just that we expected
to see Anita Boyer.
Then please, sign the register.
Go ahead, darling. Sign.
Ah.
The stairway is on the left.
Any questions,
I'll be right here.
Excuse me, I have
to phone my office.
Mm. Oh, look at the
hardwood floors, darling.
Parquet.
Butter.
Darling, why are
we house-hunting?
Well, I was hoping to find
something that would prove
that Russell and Victoria
are still in love
with each other.
Oh.
Let's see what's in here.
Well, this is funny.
JONATHAN: What?
She has duplicates
in every outfit.
Well, maybe she
liked the styles.
In different sizes?
What do you mean?
Well, look at this.
You saw Victoria,
she's about my size.
That's for a small woman.
Well, the only other
woman in the house is Anita.
Well, she's small.
Well, why would they keep
their clothes in the same closet?
Beats me.
And one Arabian
gentleman is interested
in the house
because it faces east.
Mr. and Mrs. Hart were here?
They're upstairs now.
In this house?
Looking through the bedroom?
Get out, you idiot!
Well, they used your name.
And don't you dare
speak to me in that tone.
You're fired. Get out.
I'm not accustomed
to being spoken to
in that manner by a secretary.
Me? A secretary? Oh,
don't make me laugh.
Get out. Get out.
Strangers trekking
through my house.
[♪♪]
Ah. It gives me the willies.
Don't be curious, Mrs. Hart.
I'll let you dress up
since you seem to be so
interested in the wardrobe.
As prospective home-buyers,
do you think we're
entitled to a free phone call?
Who you gonna call?
Lieutenant Grey.
Anita Boyer led us to believe
that she was not too fond
of her late employer.
Lieutenant Grey, please.
You don't share a closet
with somebody
you don't like. Hm.
Hello, Lieutenant?
It's Jonathan Hart.
Yeah, Jonathan?
Lieutenant, what did
you get on Anita Boyer,
Victoria Wilder's secretary?
Got? Eh, nothing.
I questioned her
and I let her go.
Run a check on her
for me, will you, please?
And let me know
what you find out.
Well, what am I looking for?
I don't know.
Yeah, thanks,
Herschel. I appreciate it.
I'll talk to you.
He'll call us at home.
Come on. Let's go.
[♪♪]
J... Don't touch him!
Not just yet.
What are you talking
about? He's hurt.
He'll come around.
Don't worry. I want him to.
I just need a little
time to get you ready.
Ready for what?
You and Mr. Hart
are going to make
a very attractive
couple, Victoria.
I'm Jennifer, not Victoria.
You will be whoever
I tell you to be...
or your husband
will never wake up.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Sorry, lieutenant. All I
get from the Wilder house
is an answering service.
And you're sure the
Harts went there?
Yeah. They should have
been here an hour ago.
Maybe they got caught up
in freeway traffic.
Maybe.
You look worried, lieutenant.
I am, Max. Jonathan asked me
to run a check on Anita Boyer.
The FBI has a set
of her fingerprints.
You mean she's
got a criminal record
with prints on file? No, Max.
The FBI has a set
of her prints on file
because ten years ago,
she worked at a hospital,
a psychiatric hospital.
Better Anita worked
at the hospital
than being a patient there.
Hospital records show
that her main duties was to
take care of one wealthy patient,
Victoria Wilder.
And that's where they
first met, apparently.
And now Victoria's dead.
I've got the address
of the Wilder house
written down in the kitchen.
You read my mind.
Max, does Jonathan carry a gun?
No. Why?
Because according
to police records,
Anita Boyer has
a permit for one.
Let's move it.
[♪♪]
Where's my wife?
I told you to be patient.
You men are all alike.
Never give a girl
time to get dressed.
Dressed?
Are we going someplace?
No. Dressed for at home.
It's just the two of you.
Oh, I might poke my
head in now and then.
Ah, she should be ready.
And Mr. Hart...
do exactly what
she tells you to do,
or I'll kill you both.
I understand.
We're heading upstairs.
I'll be right behind you.
[SIGHS]
[♪♪]
Ah. Doesn't Miss
Victoria look lovely?
Yes, she does.
ANITA: What man can resist her?
You do find her
alluring, don't you?
Yes, I do.
You're just like all the others,
Russell and Larry...
so many more.
You told me all
about the affairs,
didn't you, Miss Victoria?
Anita... I'm not Victoria.
Dressing me up in her
clothes doesn't make me her.
Victoria's dead.
Victoria can't be dead.
I am Victoria.
Put the gun down, Anita.
Don't tell me what to do.
I am the Victoria Wilder.
And I had to kill Anita.
She defied my orders.
I permitted her all
the lovers she wanted,
all the handsome young men
who would never
love someone like me.
And when she fell
in love with Russell
and threatened to leave you,
you killed her.
Yes.
So when Victoria went
to sober Russell up
to tell him she loved him,
you were hiding in
the dressing room.
You hit her over the head
with Jonathan's trumpet.
And then you planted
the cigarette case
in Russell's pocket,
so they thought that he
would be the murderer.
Victoria...
there's lovely
lingerie in the bureau.
[♪♪]
I think this man might
work out very well, Victoria.
Ah, very good, Victoria.
Slip into something comfortable.
There you go. Oh, boy.
He is handsome.
[DOG BARKS]
We're in luck.
Lieutenant Grey and Max.
Really? Well, they
must know we're here.
Our car's outside.
"Car tape, play loud."
Let's go.
What was that about?
Hopefully, in a
moment you'll hear.
What are they up to?
[ON CAR RADIO]:
♪ ...another station ♪
♪ to get your
supply of gasoline ♪
♪ and when the back of
your collar is showing... ♪
ANITA: Stop it!
Anita, stop it.
♪ Where you stayed last night ♪
Stop it!
♪ I don't want you no more ♪
Stop it!
Anita!
Anita! Anita.
I didn't! Anita.
Anita killed Victoria?
No, that's the other way around.
Book this woman
and get her to a doctor.
Help me, Max.
Now look at this.
We were lucky.
We could've been the late show.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[TRUMPET PLAYING]
Wonderful!
Ah. Thanks, darling. Mm-hm.
You know something? What?
I love you. Aww.
I really do. Mmm.
[GROANS]
What?
Oh, your lip's sensitive?
Very sore. Sore from practicing?
Yeah. Well...
It's a wonder wives can put up
with jazz musicians that
their lips are so sensitive.
Well, it can be done.
Oh? Yeah.
Artie Shaw was put
up with by eight wives.
Eight? Mm-hm.
Well, it's obvious that jazz
and marriage doesn't mix.
Well, Artie Shaw
was an exception.
Who else?
Charlie Barnett... Uh-huh?
Six wives.
Really?
Amazing.
I'm awfully glad that
you're a musician...
by hobby... and an
executive by profession.
Ah. You mean like, uh,
Cornelius Vanderbilt, Jr.?
Exactly.
Seven wives.
Really?
J. Paul Getty... Yeah?
Five. Huh.
Jonathan... Hm?
Do you know you're so romantic?
No, but if you hum
a few bars for me,
I'll try to play it
for you in B-flat.
[♪♪]