The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries (1977–1979): Season 2, Episode 4 - Mystery of the Hollywood Phantom, Part I - full transcript

We'll rendezvous
in the pool area,

and take the cable car tram
up to the tour center.

There may be some
surprises along the way.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

I'm with the detectives'
convention at the Towers.

You look a little young
to be a detective.

A full-fledged one, that is.

Fox is gone
and the room's wrecked.

Kidnapping, I'd say.

The House
on Braken Moor.

NANCY: Eight people are brought
together by mysterious circumstances.



One by one the people
start to disappear.

We'll have to wait until he lets us
out before we can make a move.

That's if he lets us out.

I'll make it a good kiss if
you can handle him. All right.

DIRECTOR: All right,
here we go. And action!

Where have you been?
I've been worried about you.

You have been?

Always glad to help.

Particularly when there's
a beautiful girl in distress.

How can I ever repay you?

We'll think of something.

The people here have been receiving
mutilated photographs with threats.

Someone's idea of a joke.

You know something? You'd be surprised
how many people you just described



walking up
and down this street.

You see, they're making a couple
of Western pilots right over here.

And can I tell you
something confidential?

I don't think
they're gonna sell.

(SCREAMING)

NARRATOR:
Tonight on the Hardy Boys,

The Mystery
of the Hollywood Phantom.

(INAUDIBLE)

(INAUDIBLE)

That thing's not
gonna go off, is it?

What are you
talking about?

The last time we were in a crowd
like this, you started to sing on it.

The last time, if you recall, we were
being marched out of a hotel in Hawaii

under extreme duress.

This little unit
saved our skins.

Besides, I might run into a
young, beautiful Californian girl

who wants to hear
a number.

Yeah, on second thought,
why don't you turn it on?

I'd like to thin out
the crowd a bit.

(NANCY GASPS)

Hi.

Could I help you
with something?

Yes. I'd like to see
some sandals.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me just a minute.

Hello.
Bess?

Hi, Nancy.
How was your flight?

It was great. We landed right
in the middle of a purple haze.

I guess that's Los Angeles.

Hey! Hey!

I'll get right back to you.

Nancy?

Nancy?

She's only just arrived.

I believe that's
my bag.

I know. There was a man
just trying to break in here.

I just chased him away.

Man? What man?

I don't know.
He disappeared.

I wasn't fast enough.

Hey, it's Nancy.

You're the only person
I saw getting in my bag.

Doesn't look like she's found
a friend, does it? Come on.

Listen, that's a likely story,
little lady.

But you see, I'm not in the
habit of leaving my bag unzipped

in the middle of an airport.

Well, I'm telling you
there was another man here

trying to get
into the suitcase.

What seems to be
the trouble here?

Is she with you?

Airport Police,
Juvenile Division.

I thought we told you never
to work this airport, Trixie.

We'll take care of this, sir. I'm sorry if
there's been any inconvenience to you.

Come with me.
Thank you very much.

You're probably
all in this together.

Juvenile Squad?

Come on.
We were only teasing.

What're you doing
in Los Angeles?

Pinch-hitting
for my father.

Bess!

Hasn't changed much,
has she?

Yeah, she's flipped out.

Maybe that's why
you like her so much.

Come on, who are you kidding?
I mean, I like Nancy.

Basically, she's a very
nice girl underneath, but...

You're not interested.
No, I'm not.

Yeah.

I wonder what she's doing
in Los Angeles.

Where to, ma'am?
The Towers, please.

I should've known.
What?

She's going to
the same place we are.

Obviously
for the same reason.

That'll be cozy.

MAN: "The best shall also go."

Mr. Fox.

REPORTER 1:
Mr. Fox, so you actually...

REPORTER 2: While in LA, will you
be consulting with the District Attorney

about the Masterson case?

Gentleman, please.
I'm here for a convention.

I'm looking forward to being
wined, dined and entertained.

Is it true you've found the
missing witness in the Powell trial

and will present him
at this convention?

The only thing I'll be presenting at
this convention will be an open mind.

There are some spectacular
developments in the technological field.

Be sure you attend the seminars.
You might learn something.

How does The Fox feel about
attending a convention of detectives

while being considered one of the outstanding
investigators in the United States?

REPORTER 3: Yes, Mr. Fox,
isn't that beneath you?

I do find talking about myself in
the third person rather unnerving.

I'm more than delighted to be
in such distinguished company.

It cleans up my act.

And allows me the pleasure
of renewing old acquaintances.

If you gentlemen
will excuse me...

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Fenton Hardy,
you're under arrest.

Jason Fox, you old dog.

No detective convention would be
complete without its founding member.

Well, that's very flattering,

but I attribute my success
to luck and insolence.

Two very important items
in our profession.

Tell me, haven't you brought those two
young men that usually solve your cases?

I did bring them.

And they occasionally allow me
to solve one or two of my own.

Arlo, please.

I crush easily.

Howdy, Jason. How are you?

Fenton, you know
Arlo Weatherly.

Yes, we've met.

My boys would get a great
deal out of talking to you.

They've got your books on
criminology in their library.

Well, that's mighty flattering
of you, sir, but it's just puzzles.

That's what all
we detectives work in.

Locked rooms, mazes,
labyrinths.

Be right back.

He doesn't stop long
for the amenities, does he?

Hey, Slick.

Coming back to get whatever
you missed the first time?

Arlo Weatherly.

Well, I must admit, I've always
been a great admirer of yours.

Tell me,
what are you doing here?

Same as you,
I'm attending the convention.

Oh, you're a detective?

Part-time investigator.

Oh, really?
Yes, really.

You think
she's in trouble again?

With Nancy
it's a state of mind.

Were you going to make sure
I received your little joke?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about this.

What were you going to do
with the top part?

Paste it
on my hotel room door?

Well, now the Juvenile Squad
is here, my day is complete.

You know something?
I was right.

You are in this together.

Oh, we apologize.
A little practical joke.

But I can assure you that this
young lady is quite trustworthy.

"Quite trustworthy.” You'd
make a great character witness.

Well, with some characters
it's tough.

NANCY: Will you please
stop coming to my rescue?

I'm perfectly able
to rescue myself.

You think
I put that in your case?

Who else?

Maybe the same person
who put this in mine.

Let me see that.

Read the message. It's short,
but it's to the point.

(READING ALOUD)

Hmm.

Can I take a look at that?

Sure.

What did yours say?

(READING ALOUD)

(SIGHS)

Who do you know
in Los Angeles?

No one. I've never even
been here before.

It's a great
welcoming committee.

Young lady,
I owe you an apology.

Well, I guess I did look
sort of suspicious at first.

You're...

Frank Hardy. Nice to meet
you. This is my brother, Joe.

Hi there.
Hi. How do you do?

Say, you're Fenton's boys.

Well, boys, I don't think this
thing amounts to a hill of beans.

Just probably somebody's idea
of a practical joke, you know.

Listen, your daddy told me you
might wanna hear some anecdotes.

Maybe we can get together
later and have a little talk.

That'll be terrific.
Great.

All right.

See you, Slick.

Yeah.

Nancy, don't worry about it.
I'm sure Weatherly's right.

It's just some sort of
elaborate practical joke.

Well, I don't think
it's very funny.

Could I observe your
technique a little bit, Frank?

I might pick up
a few things.

So the Fox
returns to its lair.

Still making big news
out of small cases?

Nothing about me
is small, Philip.

Except perhaps
my respect for you.

But allow me to introduce you
to Fenton Hardy.

This is Phil Bronson.

We once worked against
each other on a case in London.

He really loves me
like a father.

But don't let that
wicked tongue deceive you.

Underneath that hard exterior
is an even harder interior.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
my name is Hargrove

I'm the assistant manager
of the hotel.

You know, we overlook
one if the largest and busiest

television and movie studios
in the world.

They have
a rather spectacular tour,

which I have arranged
with the studio

for you all to go on this
afternoon as guests of the hotel.

Tour? What sort of tour?

You'll see how television
pictures and movies are made.

It's very interesting,

and strange things happen
to your tram all along the way.

What sort of things?

Telling you would spoil it.
You'll find out.

Well, Jason, it's been very nice
sparring with you. I enjoyed the exercise.

Anytime.

Do let me know
when that tour starts.

It sounds like fun.

Nancy!

These are my sons,
Joe and Frank.

And Nancy Drew,
an associate.

Nice to meet you.

What are you doing here?

My father was supposed to be
a guest speaker

and he couldn't make it,
so I filled in for him.

You're a detective?

Part-time investigator.

Well, we'll have to
get you a badge.

You won't be allowed at
the seminar without a badge.

Oh, we'll rendezvous in the
pool area in a half an hour.

We'll take the cable car tram
up to the tour center.

Thank you.

We'll see you then.

I like that girl.

Me, too.

I didn't say anything.

Frank.

Can't this conversation
wait until I'm dry?

Come out here.

What is it?

Remember that elaborate
practical joke you were talking about?

Welcome to the club.

"Brothers can disappear, too"?

That's exactly
what mine said.

That is a picture of me
standing next to the elevator.

That means someone had to be
right there in the corridor.

Well, the one I received
was taken in the lobby.

You don't think I was
going to be left out, do you?

It's bizarre. I mean, I guess
it doesn't mean anything,

but when I saw those two
pictures sitting in that drawer...

You still think
it's just a practical joke?

What else could it be?

Something is definitely
going on. I know it.

I think you're overreacting.

Am I?

What were you going to say
before, Joe?

That when you saw those mutilated
photographs it had frightened you?

Because that's what
it did to me.

Exactly what it's meant to do,
my dear. May I?

Oh, of course, Jason.
Take a chair.

I didn't have to
search for mine.

It was lying right on the table
when I came into the room.

You got one, too?

It's not the best picture
I've ever taken,

but considering the source,

I suppose I should be grateful
it wasn't a travesty.

Source?

This kind of thing
happens every year.

You Easterners must spend
months dreaming up these diversions.

You remember that year,
Fenton?

The Chinese puzzles
in every room

with a note to the occupant
saying that

unless he or she could unravel
the mystery of the boxes,

penetrate to the smallest one,
they would die.

Well, they must have
easy access to the hotel.

Of course!

These conventions are
notorious for practical jokes.

A little more grisly
this year, perhaps, but...

You really believe
that's all it is?

Elementary, my dear.

The cable car
is ready to leave.

I wouldn't want any of
you to be late for the tour.

Thank you.

We must think of something
to get back at them.

You know, I'd say that
Bronson is behind this little prank.

I know he has a taste
for the macabre.

So, you think
I'm overreacting.

Nancy.

Mr. Fox just explained
the whole thing.

So what if I don't accept
his explanation?

But on what evidence
are you basing this?

It's a feeling.
Don't you have any feelings?

It's just
a sense of something.

Is this women's intuition?

Detective's intuition.

I'm sorry, forgive me. You obviously
don't have those kinds of feelings.

Sometimes I wonder if you have
any feelings at all.

Obviously you wouldn't.

Wouldn't what?

Shed a tear when I'm gone.

If I ever speak civilly
to that girl again,

dump a bucket of water
on my head.

Any particular size?

GUIDE ON LOUDSPEAKER: Welcome
to our studio tour, ladies and gentlemen.

We're going to take you
into a new world,

the new world
of motion pictures.

As well as some of the fascinating
displays and shows we've set up for you,

there may be some
surprises along the way.

Will you stop
worrying about Nancy?

I'm not worried
about her.

She can take care
of herself.

Quite a spread.
Sure is.

I'm looking forward to this. I've
never been to a movie studio before.

I got a feeling
we're gonna enjoy this.

Look out! Up on the hill!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Those rocks are actually made
of cardboard and rubber.

If you feel at all dizzy,

Just close your eyes
and hang on.

That's where Tom Hicks and Hugh Gibson
filmed many of the old silent Westerns.

(BELL DINGING)
Oh, no!

(METALLIC SCREECHING)

We'll be continuing the rest
of the tour on foot from here,

so please, everybody, stay together
and don't let me out of your sight.

I think I can handle that.

You think
you can handle anything.

Of course, I can, my dear
fellow, and don't you forget it.

Now, now, gentlemen, let's call it
a truce until the tour is over, huh?

All right.

GUIDE: Ladies and gentlemen,
if you'll gather over here,

we'll take you through one of our
most famous stars' dressing rooms.

Take as many pictures
as you like,

but not the ones
on the walls.

I'll meet you
on the other side.

Now, everyone,
don't get excited,

but because they're doing
some work on the road ahead,

we're going to have to
take a detour

and go over this old bridge
in front of us.

I'm sorry about this
change in our plans,

but, as I fold you
at the beginning of the four,

we must expect the unexpected.

(CREAKING)

(SCREAMING)

Come on, Nancy.

He's gone.

Who's gone?
Arlo Weatherly.

He got off
with everybody else.

He's probably
around here someplace.

No, something's
happened to him.

Don't you remember
his threat?

It said,
"You'll be the first, cowboy.”

Please, Nancy,
don't start all of that again.

Look,
I found this on his seat.

He probably dropped it.

No, don't you remember?

He didn't have
this part of the photograph.

He only had the bottom part.

Well, maybe he found it later.

Well, I'm going to go
find him now.

You can't leave the tour.

Oh, yeah? Just watch and
see how fast I can leave it.

Are you two coming
with me?

Not me.

Frank?

All right.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

Somebody's gotta
watch out for her.

We'll probably bump right
into Weatherly. We'll be back.

It was incredible.

One moment he's there and
the next minute he's gone.

You know Arlo Weatherly...

Excuse me, ma'am, sir,

we're gonna be shooting here
in just a minute.

You'll be right in the way
and you could get hurt.

We're sorry. We're just looking for
somebody who disappeared from our party.

Is that right? We're
big fans of your show.

Thank you very much.
You're very kind. Thank you.

Can you describe the man
you're looking for?

Yeah, I can.
He's dressed up as a cowboy.

Tall, he's got a big bucking-horse
buckle. You couldn't miss him.

You know something? You'd be surprised
how many people look like that around here.

You see, they're shooting a couple
of Westerns down the street. Pilots.

Can I tell you something confidential?
I don't think they're gonna sell.

No. You see, you wanna
be a big Western star,

you gotta go to Europe.
That's where the money is.

Now, detective stories,
they're in.

As a matter of fact,
over there at the hotel,

they got a big detectives'
convention going on right now.

Yeah, we know. See?
We're part of it, here. Yeah.

As a matter of fact, the man
we're looking for is Arlo Weatherly.

He's one of the foremost
criminologists in the world.

Is that right? Yeah.
Have you seen him?

Well, no, but you see,
this is a very big lot.

He'll turn up somewhere.

DIRECTOR: Rehearsal!
Rehearsal time!

Excuse me. Listen, it's really
nice to talk to some real detectives.

You know what I mean?

Okay, well, thanks a lot,
and good luck with your show.

Oh, thank you very much.
Thank you. That's very kind.

Excuse me,
there's one more thing.

I've been putting you on.

I'm not who you think I am.

My name is Paul Hamilton.
I'm just putting you on.

I'm an actor. I'm a day player over
here, that's all. I do impressions.

Were they good? Yeah,
it was pretty good, yeah.

NANCY: That was great. I do
it for kicks. I'm a serious actor.

I used to have a series
back in the '50s.

Maybe you remember it?
It was called The Raiders.

Civil War?

Oh, no.
That's before your time.

You wanna be an actor today, you gotta
be young or you gotta have a gimmick.

You know,
you gotta have a bionic arm,

or you gotta spin around and
turn yourself into Wonder Woman,

or something like that.

I'm a serious actor. I don't know
anything about that kind of stuff.

But Europe, that's where I'm gonna go.
There's still a shot for a guy in Europe.

You still can make it...
Second team.

Oh yeah.
That's me.

Well, I hope you find
your friend. I'll see you.

Thanks. Bye.
Thank you. Bye.

Okay, everybody,
back on board.

I wonder where Jason is.

People keep disappearing
off this tour.

Maybe they know
something we don't.

Sorry to break up what was
sounding like a most intriguing case,

but I'm afraid the solution
is really quite prosaic.

Spotted an old friend
who works here at the studio.

He took me
to an editing room.

Oh, really?
However,

we do seem to have lost
Philip. Bronson, that is.

He said he was going back to
the hotel. He was not feeling well.

Oh? Something
he couldn't handle?

And what about
Arlo Weatherly?

That I don't know.

(INAUDIBLE)

Excuse me, sir.
Are you people on the tour?

We were, but you see,
one of our party got lost...

You're not allowed to leave the
tour and wander around the studio.

I know. But we we're
looking for Mr. Arlo...

Sorry, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.

Get in. I'll take you
to the main gate.

Sorry.
It's okay.

The first speaker tonight
was to be Arlo Weatherly.

Unfortunately, he's been
unavoidably detained.

(WOMAN PAGING OVER P.A.)

Is there any word
on Weatherly?

No, but look at this.
What is it?

A shooting schedule for
The House on Braken Moor.

Stage 24.

So what?

The House on Braken Moor.
Don't you remember the story?

It's an old house
on an English moor.

Eight people are brought together
by mysterious circumstances,

and they each receive a photograph
of themselves and a threat.

And one by one, the
people start to disappear.

It's probably
just coincidence.

A coincidence? Arlo Weatherly
receives a photograph of himself,

he disappears
on a studio tour,

and the studio is filming
The House on Braken Moor.

Isn't that coincidence a
little hard for you to swallow?

Look, we'll talk, all right? Jason
Fox is giving his first discussion.

Let's go hear. It's what we came
here for. It could be important.

I'm gonna check this out,
with or without you.

Let her go, Frank. She'll be back
when she doesn't find anything.

If she wasn't
so exasperating...

You wouldn't
like her so much.

Maybe.

It's just like the movie.

(MANIACAL LAUGHTER)

Stop!

Help! Somebody help!

Help! Somebody listen!

Stop!

Stop!

Where are you?

I know you're out there.

Help!

(TRUCK RUMBLING)

Hey! Look out!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Thank you.

What's the matter with that fella?
He almost ran you down. Here.

Thank you.
You all right?

Yeah.

If I could've gotten his
license number, I'd report him.

Should've had his lights on.
What happened to you?

Well,

I was running along, and I took a
wrong step and I ended up in the lake.

Here. Better put this around
you before you catch cold.

Thank you. What's that thing
doing operating at night, anyway?

Doesn't surprise me, though. The
studio's probably booking some night tours.

I know you. Aren't you Weaver?
The marshal from New Mexico?

Well, that's close enough.

I was doing some shooting over on New York
Street. I was on a break when I saw you.

You got me at a little bit
of a disadvantage.

Oh! I'm Nancy Drew.

I'm with the detectives'
convention at the Tower.

You look at little young to be a
detective. Full-fledged one, that is.

Well, I'm a part-time
investigator.

Oh, I see.

We better get you up to the hotel
and get those clothes changed.

You're gonna get pneumonia.
You like a lift?

Really?
Well, that'd be great!

Sure, this old boy,
he'll ride double easy.

Just stick your right foot
in the stirrup, there,

soon as I get mine out.

And see if you can
give yourself a boost.

Got it?
Thank you. Yeah.

You really saved my life.
That was for real.

There you go.

Whoa, babe.

Don't park him.
I'll just be a minute.

Well, what happened
to you?

I had an argument
with a shark.

Aren't you the...
That's right.

Look, I don't know
what's going on here,

but somebody in a truck
just tried to run over

this young lady
on the back lot.

You mean deliberately?

I think you're gonna have to
ask the lady that.

It was just trying
to scare me off.

Anybody have any reason
to hurt you?

Someone may have a reason
to try to hurt all of us around here.

Why?
We don't know.

Well, look,
I hate to do this to you,

but I've gotta get back to the set.
They'll probably have it lit by now.

But if there's anything I can
do to help you, just let me know.

I'll do that.
Thanks, Mr. Weaver.

My pleasure.

Are you sure you're
all right? Just wet.

Did you see the driver
of the truck?

No, I didn't.

Well, what were you doing
in the back lot?

I was chasing somebody.
Somebody who'd been on Stage 24.

They had it set up just like
The House on Braken Moor.

There was this big photograph
on the table. I think we were all in it.

Well, did you get
a good look at it?

Well, no. It was dark. And besides,
that's when I started chasing the figure.

Are you sure you weren't
chasing a shadow?

Look, we'd better get
you out of your wet clothes.

Thanks,
I think I can manage.

You know, I knew we never
should have let her go off on her own.

How'd we know she
was gonna fall in the lake?

I know, but even so.

You know, Frank, I'm beginning
to get a very uneasy feeling.

Maybe she was right
all along? Me, too.

Hi, Luther.

(WOMAN PAGING OVER P.A.)

I'd say Bronson just got
his very own photograph.

And I'd say he's probably the
first one to receive it personally.

Let's talk to him.
Okay.

I'll pick up Nancy on the way.
She should be in on this.

I'll meet you
in front of Bronson's room.

(KNOCKING)

Nancy? It's Frank.

Look, I need to talk to you.
Just two minutes.

Well, come in.

Turn around.
I'm not dressed yet.

We just saw Bronson
get his own photograph.

It was given to him. Probably by
the person who's behind all this.

Oh, you mean one
of the East Coast boys?

Well, no.

Okay. You mean you believe
that something's happening here?

Well, no, I didn't say that,
either. It could still be a hoax.

But I think we should
talk to Bronson.

Mr. Bronson, could we
talk to you for a second?

Certainly. Come in.

Sit down.

I was just having
a lie-down.

I've had enough of speeches
and camaraderie for one evening.

We'd like to talk to you about
the photograph you just received.

Photograph?

Yes, the one of yourself.
Like the others got.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, you know that people here have
been receiving mutilated photographs

with threats.

It's someone's idea of a joke.

I wouldn't put it past
Jason Fox.

He's notorious
for stunts like that.

But you did receive
a photograph, right?

Yes, I did. Well, we'd
like to see it, then.

Oh, you would?
Yes, we would.

Very well. If you insist.

My son, taken on the deck of
HMS Victory at Portsmouth Harbor.

Frank Garth, another
detective, wanted to see it.

Oh. He's a
lovely-looking child.

Thank you very much.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll
like to continue with my snooze.

Of course. It was just the
boys' idea of a practical joke.

Excuse us.

That is the last time I'm going
to let you make a fool out of me.

Nancy,
it was an honest mistake.

Yeah, sure it was.

So that I'd have to drop
all my crazy ideas, right?

No!

Bronson could be lying.

You guys are gonna be sorry
when you find out the truth.

Make that strike three, buddy.

(WOMAN PAGING OVER P.A.)

Nancy.
Yes?

I'm looking for Fenton Hardy.
Have you seen him?

No, maybe the boys know.

Frank, Joe, you boys know
where your father is?

Hey, he was with you.

I haven't seen him
for half an hour.

He was supposed to open
the second half of the seminar,

and I can't find him.

Had him paged, went to
his room, nobody's seen him.

That's not like Dad.

I can't even find
Phil Bronson to go on.

He's in his room.

No. I've been paging him,
called him, nothing.

That's funny. He said
he was going to lie down.

You think
I should go check on him?

Good idea.

Excuse me.

There's something
in Mr. Bronson's box, 1111.

Oh, he asked me
to pick it up for him.

All right.

This is rather strange.

This wasn't here a little while ago when
we came by and spoke to the desk clerk.

Which clerk is that?
Whoever was on duty.

I didn't read his nameplate.

His? No. Miss Foster
has been on duty all evening.

Miss Foster?

You have been here
all evening, right?

I did have to step away from
the desk for a few minutes.

Maybe the clerk's involved.

Did Mr. Hardy leave a message
with you?

I haven't seen Mr. Hardy
since earlier this evening.

FENTON: Well, Arlo, it looks like
we should have taken Nancy seriously.

This guy is nuts.

Mr. Bronson?

Bronson's gone
and the room's wrecked.

Wrecked?
What are you talking about?

About kidnapping, I'd say.

Mr. Fox?
Yes?

This was left for you
at the bell captain's desk.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

That's strange.

(WOMAN PAGING OVER P.A.)

Can I see that?

This is Dad's ring.

He never takes it off. It was
a present from my mother.

And this belongs
to Arlo Weatherly.

I gave it to him myself.

That's the medallion Bronson
was wearing 10 minutes ago.

Then the kidnapper
could still be in the hotel.

Not necessarily. You can
go a long way in 10 minutes.

What's the note say?

"Three of your detectives
already gone,

"$500,000 will free them.

"Don't call the police,
details will follow."

Don't call the police,
details will follow.

I'd still think it was a practical
joke if it weren't for these.

Is that blood
on the medallion?

Yes, probably
from the broken glass.

The ring?

That means the kidnappers
do have your father!

I would say that's correct
in view of his disappearance.

What are we gonna do now?

Call the police.

I guess we have
no other recourse.

But the note said...
No, Nancy is right.

We have no choice.

I'd like to leave these locked in
your office until the police get here.

Of course. You can
call the police from there.

I'm really sorry
about your father.

You were right all along,
Nancy.

The photograph you saw
on Stage 24,

I'd like to take
a look at it.

Okay.

We worked together once,
let's do it again.

Let's go.

This is Stage 24.

What exactly
did you see?

The set of an old house.

I went through a hallway
into a dining room.

There's a large photograph
in there with all the guests in it.

It's just like
The House on Braken Moor.

And you think some of
us are in that photograph?

I think so.

The photos at the
detectives' convention

of Dad and the others
may be in there.

Listen, why don't you
wait outside?

We'll be out
in just a little bit.

I was the one
who went in there alone

while you two were
up at the seminar

because nothing was
going on here

except for the triviality
of a practical joke.

You're also the one who
returned to the hotel soaking wet

because you fell
into the lake.

I did not fall into the lake.
I was dropped into the lake.

Which proves that this whole
thing could be very dangerous.

Which proved to you that something
dangerous was going on here.

If your little marshal hadn't
pulled you out and rescued you...

Can we avoid World War III for just a
moment so we can take a look around?

Can't you guys keep a truce
for more than 20 minutes?

I'm just trying to
look after her interests.

Well, why don't you just
look after yourself?

I always find these sets
kind of eerie, disturbing.

I mean, they're real rooms, but
there's no backing, there's no substance.

Perfect homes for people who
only exist in your imagination.

I always wonder if there aren't
people who live here all the time,

and only come out after all the
actors and technicians have gone home.

(CREAKING)

(SHUSHING)

Did you hear that?

Come on.

There.

We keep
popping up all over.

It's incredible.

JOE: It's insane.
I know it.

Well, somebody knows all
the details of the convention,

like what detectives
would be here.

They must want the kidnappings
to look like the ones in the movie.

If it all wasn't so bizarre, I'd
be flattered to be included.

Why would he leave this
around for anybody to see?

Well, no one should be
in here on weekends.

Must be trying to live
out some sort of fantasy.

Unless he wanted us
to see it.

No matter how it's dressed up,
it's still a simple case of kidnapping.

It matters
how it's dressed up.

You said yourself.
Insanity, a psychotic mind.

(MANIACAL LAUGHTER)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

That's the laughter
I was telling you about.

Look!

Come on!

Go back to the hotel and let
Jason Fox know what's happening.

You sending me
out of danger again?

I'm asking you
to get some help.

GUARD: What are you
doing here?

I'm after...
This may be hard to explain...

You can explain it
to the head of security.

(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)

(MUFFLED EXCLAIMING)