Episode 3 A Hart In Danger

Based Upon The ABC Television Series Created By Sidney Sheldon

Beverly Hills Night

"NO! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! YOU CAN HAVE ALL MY JEWELRY!!! JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!! PLEASE!!!" an older woman from inside yells in horror, frightened for her life. The woman can be seen backing away to her bedroom door, shaking with fear, as a man begins walking slowly toward her.  He tightens his grip on a scarf he is holding, with his hands covered with gloves.  As he approaches her with his scarf coming closer and closer to her neck, the woman tries to scream for help. But she is too terrified for her life that she can't manage to scream. Finally the intruder places his scarf around the woman's neck as she lets out a high pitched scream that can be heard through all of the grounds of the property. After a few seconds, her scream can no longer be heard.

Hart House The Next Morning

Jonathan and Jennifer are enjoying their breakfast at the table in the kitchen of their old ranch style house in Bel Air. Max comes over with a fresh pot of coffee that he just made.

"Anymore coffee, Mr. and Mrs. H?" he asks. 

"Yes, please, Max," Jonathan replies, lifting his coffee mug for Max to refill.

"I'll have some too, please, Max," Jennifer says, lifting her mug.

Max refills Jennifer's cup with the fresh coffee. 

"Will you please get the morning paper? I want to see if the police got any leads on those psychopathic killings that have been going on for weeks."

"I'll get it right away for you, Mrs. H," Max replies as he sets the coffee pot down near the stove. Just as he is about to head out on his way out, the kitchen door swings open as Freeway comes running in with the morning newspaper in his mouth. He rushes over to Jennifer and places the morning paper at her feet. Jonathan and Jennifer smile at each other, impressed by what Freeway has just done. Freeway barks and wags his tail.

"Freeway, are you tryin' to earn your keep?" Max asks in disbelief. "That's the third time in a row you've beat me in gettin' the mornin' paper."

"Look at it this way, Max, at least he saves you the trouble of walking to the mailbox," Jonathan says with a smile as he takes a break from eating his pancakes. 

"Not to mention getting his exercise," Jennifer comments, smiling, as she reaches down to pick up the newspaper.

"All right. If it makes you feel any better, I'll start walkin' with you and Mr. H in the mornin's," Max replies.

"I wouldn't go that far," Jonathan says, not thrilled of Max intruding on his and Jennifer's time together.

"Besides we wouldn't want you to strain yourself," Jennifer says, teasing him, as she opens up the paper.

"Very funny! I'll start takin' laps in the pool in the mornin's. Will that satisfy you, Mrs. H?"

"Well, it would be a start, Max." 

Max ignores her comment and starts cleaning up the mess made while he cooked the Harts' breakfast.

Jennifer places the front page on the table. She begins reading the latest news concerning the psychopathic thief that is once again making front page headlines. 

"Where did he strike last night, darling?" Jonathan asks without looking over at the paper.

"Beverly Hills," Jennifer replies without glancing up as she continues reading.

"How many women did he murder this time?"

"Five. Listen to this, darling, " Jennifer says as she picks up the paper to read out loud. "Last night The California Strangler murdered five wealthy women living together, all family relations. Sometime between twelve thirty and one o'clock was when the killings took place. As always he stole their expensive jewelry including their wedding rings."

"Nice guy," Jonathan comments sarcastically. 

"No traces or clues to his whereabouts were discovered. A woman living across the street from the victims' home, happened to see Anthony Sorrentino rush away from the house before driving away in a car. The Los Angeles Police Department is doing all they can to put a stop to these senseless killings that have been going on for over two weeks now.  

Lieutenant Croyden released this statement early this morning: "The Los Angeles Police Department is determined to catch Anthony Sorrentino and put him behind bars where he belongs. Our department is frustrated that we have not uncovered one piece of evidence that could lead us to this madman. Sorrentino is one of the most clever killers and thieves in all of my years on the force that has come to my attention. To say I am disappointed and saddened that he hasn't been caught would be an understatement. Let me assure the residents of California that we are making this investigation top priority and are working around the clock to locate what the press have nicknamed Sorrentino, The California Strangler. I would like to remind the residents to be on their lookout at all times especially at night and to have all their doors locked. I sincerely hope they will do all they can to protect themselves and their loved ones. This is a dangerous killer so do not, I REPEAT, DO NOT TAKE ANY CHANCES! If you think you have seen Sorrentino, please contact The Los Angeles Police Department at once and stay indoors! We are advising everyone to take extra precautions wherever you are at all times. Check your locks to be sure they are secured! Consider seriously having a burglar alarm installed if you do not have one already! Stay alert and continue to keep yourself up to date on all news being released concerning this man! We will keep you informed." 

"It eases my mind to know we're leaving town this afternoon," Jonathan says, taking a sip of his coffee. "Then all we'll have to worry about is how to occupy our time in Miami."

"Why are you and Mrs. H headin' to Miami?" Max asks as he walks over to take away their empty plates.

"A friend of mine has opened a hotel resort down there a few years ago. It is one of the best resorts in Miami. Since its opening, he has finally found the time to have us pay a visit."

"Not only that, but Jonathan's friend has been gracious enough to offer to pay for all our expenses," Jennifer comments as she folds up the paper before drinking her coffee. 

"Expenses include first class airfare tickets with a direct flight," Jonathan finishes.

"It must be some class hotel and special trip you two are expectin' if you ain't takin' the jet," Max comments as he places the dishes in the sink.

"Since Jonathan's friend offered to pay for our expenses, I thought it would be a nice change if we flew first class," Jennifer replies.

"And flying for a change will save money on our jet's fuel," Jonathan says, smiling.

"Why, Jonathan, do I sense of a touch of relief that you won't have to pay for fuel?"Jennifer asks, smiling, teasing.

"Of course not, darling. How did a thought like that ever cross your mind?" Jonathan asks, teasing his wife back.

"Just by the tone of your voice," Jennifer replies with a little chuckle.

"How long will you two lovebirds be gone?" Max asks as he begins scrubbing the dishes. 

"Only over a week."

Freeway barks.

"So a week is now in Freeway's vocabulary as well?" Jonathan asks, surprised that their dog barked the moment after he said,"a week."

"It must be. Don't worry, darling. Mommy and daddy will be back soon," Jennifer says, looking down at their dog. He barks once again and walks out of the room.

"I wonder how he will react when he sees our suitcases," Jonathan says. "We have traveled so much during our marriage he probably knows what that means as well by now. Max, are you teaching him words that Mrs. H and I aren't aware of?"

"Nope," Max replies. "That dog is just too smart."

"Well, we'll call him every night before we head to bed," Jennifer says, sympathetically.  

"Should we leave the TV on as well? Does he have a particular station he likes?" Jonathan asks.

"No, I think Max will be enough company," Jennifer says seriously despite knowing her husband was just joking. "Speaking of suitcases, we had better start packing," she says as she rises from her seat. 

"Good idea. That way we can have a little relaxation and nap before we have to drive to the airport," Jonathan replies seductively as he rises from his seat, taking their cups over for Max to wash.

"I thought you would think so, darling," Jennifer replies with a smile as she heads towards the door leading to the living room.

"Oh, Mrs. H, don't forget the livin' room floor was waxed," Max shouts over his shoulder just as Jennifer opens the door and walks into the living room. Jonathan is about to head on his way out of the room as well when he hears what sounds like Jennifer falling on the floor in the living room.

"OUCH!!!" Jennifer yells from the other room. "JONATHAN!" she shouts in a panic. Abandoning his chores, Max and Jonathan take off as they rush into the living room to see what happened to Jennifer. They run into the room to find Jennifer lying on the floor, holding her foot, wincing in pain.

“Darling, are you all right?” Jonathan asks, hurrying over to his wife with Max behind him.

“No, darling. I think I broke my foot. It is aching really badly.” 

“Try to see if you can put your weight on it,” Jonathan tells her as he puts his arm around her. Helping Jennifer off the floor, he lifts her to her feet with Max’s assistance. 

With Jonathan and Max holding onto her with their arms, Jennifer places her right foot down gently. Only she falls backwards with them catching her before she hits the floor again. 

“I can’t walk on it,” Jennifer replies with worry and fear in her voice. 

Jonathan sighs and looks at his wife, concerned by her condition. 

“Max, help me carry her to the couch. Then bring the car around.” 

With their assistance Jennifer is gently carried over to the sofa. Jonathan and Max place her on her back. Max hurries out of the room, on his way to the garage. Jonathan gets down on his knees and takes his wife’s hand. Tears come into Jennifer’s eyes as she fights to stay optimistic and strong. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” Jennifer tells her husband. “Out of all the times for me to have an accident.” 

“No, darling. Don’t be sorry. Like you just said, it was an accident. These things happen.”

He reaches over and embraces her as Jennifer wraps her arms around him, tears still in her eyes.

Los Angeles County General 

Jonathan and Jennifer are sitting in a room waiting for the doctor to return with Jennifer's X- Ray's results. Jonathan stands with his back to the window. They remain silent as they wait anxiously to find out how serious Jennifer’s injury is. They occasionally cast a glance at the other, managing a slight smile, as they both want to remain strong for the other. After a few more minutes, the door opens. A young female doctor walks in with Jennifer’s X-Ray's results.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. and Mrs. Hart,” she tells them as she approaches Jennifer.

“That’s all right, Dr. Roberts. We're just anxious to find out the results of Jennifer's X-Ray," Jonathan says, walking over to Jennifer.

"I have good news, and I have bad news," she says, facing the Harts.

"Let's have the good news first," Jennifer says, calmly.

"The good news is that the your ankle is just sprained. The bad news is that you'll have to stay housebound until it is heals."

"There goes our trip to Miami," Jennifer says with disappointment.

"I know how disappointed you must be, Mrs. Hart, but I always advise my patients to put their health first whether it is a mild or severe injury. Fortunately in your case the sprain is only a mild injury."

"We understand, doctor," Jonathan replies. "How long will it take my wife to recover?"

"In your wife's case it usually takes two to three weeks. Mrs. Hart, I'm going to get you some crutches and have a nurse come in with compression bandages. Then your husband can take you home. Remember to ice your ankle and keep it elevated. If your pain gets worse, you can take a pain reliever. I recommend Tylenol."

Hart House Later

After leaving the hospital an hour earlier, Jonathan and Jennifer finally arrive back home. Jonathan pulls their 1981 yellow Mercedes Benz with the personalized California vanity plate, "2 HARTS" up to the front door before putting the car in park. He opens his car door. Just as Jonathan gets out, the front door opens. Max and Freeway come out of the house, making their way to the passenger's side where Jennifer is laying her head against the back of the seat.  Her right ankle, which is bandaged up, is sitting propped up on a pillow on the floor. Max opens the passenger door as Jonathan comes up to help his wife out of the car.

"Geez! Mrs. H, what did the doctor say?" Max asks upon noticing her crutches by her side and her ankle resting on a pillow. 

"Well, I'll recover," Jennifer replies.

"It is just a sprained ankle, Max," Jonathan tells him as he picks up the crutches and bottle of Tylenol. Jennifer lifts her ankle up. Gently and carefully, she puts her foot down on the ground as Jonathan helps her with her crutches. With both crutches now under both of her arms, she slowly makes her way to the foyer. Max and Jonathan stand close by with Freeway following her.  Once inside Max shuts the door as Jennifer makes her way to the stairs.

"I'll be right behind you, darling. Just take your time," Jonathan tells her.

"I have the bed all set up for you. I somehow had the feelin' you may need it," Max says.

Glancing up at the stairs and seeing how much of a walk it is to their bedroom, Jennifer turns around.

"Thanks, Max, but I think I'll rest on the couch," Jennifer replies, facing Jonathan and Max.

"That is better for you, darling. You do need to get your ankle iced soon as possible," Jonathan tells her.

"I'll get the ice, Mr. H," Max tells him as he heads toward the kitchen.

Jennifer walks her way lamely over to one of the sofas with Jonathan close behind. Using her crutches still, she carefully lies down on the couch. Jonathan takes the crutches and places them by a table beside the couch near Jennifer's reach. He picks up two pillows and gently places them under his wife's ankle. He places the medication on the coffee table.

"Can I get you anything, darling?" Jonathan asks just as Max comes back into the room with an ice pack.

"Yes, a Pina Colada would be nice right now,"Jennifer replies.

"A Pina Colada?!!" Jonathan and Max both ask in astonishment.

"Yes. Since I can't experience the beach in person thanks to a sprained ankle, at least a Pina Colada will make me feel as if I am in Miami."

Jonathan smiles, glad that despite Jennifer's sprained ankle she hasn't lost her sense of humor.

"Max," Jonathan says, turning around only to see him walking over to them. "Get Mrs. H a Pina Colada."

"I heard, Mr. H. Shall I make it two since you ain't goin' to be able to fly to Miami either with Mrs. H laid up?" Max asks as he places the ice pack on Jennifer's ankle.

"Yes. Why not?" Jonathan replies with a smile. "If Jennifer is going to be imagining the beach, I might as well too."

"Darling, I wish you would go on to Miami. Just because I am stuck here with a sprained ankle is no reason you shouldn't pay a visit to the resort."

"Oh, don't worry about my friend, darling," Jonathan says. "As soon as you recover we'll take that trip together. If you can imagine the beach with just a tropical drink so can I."

"I know, but Freddy was really looking forward to us paying him a visit. He spent a lot of money on our expenses."

"I'll pay him back. Two Pina Coladas, Max."

Max nods as he starts to leave the house to get the Pina Coladas since they don't have the ingredients at their bar to make that drink.

"Wait a minute, Max," Jennifer says. "One Pina Colada."

"You got it," Max replies, facing her as he stops at the front door.

"Two Pina Coladas," Jonathan says.

"You got it," Max responds as he opens the door.

"No! No! One Pina Colada," Jennifer says, adamantly. 

"You sure, Mr. H?" Max asks, standing in the doorway. "I can always drink that Colada myself."

"No, one Pina Colada please, Max," Jennifer says. "And I don't want to hear another word from you, Jonathan!" she tells him, firmly.

"Well, it looks like I don't have a choice," Jonathan says, smiling.

"No, you don't, darling," Jennifer replies with a wink.

"Wise decision, Mr. H. You don't argue with a patient especially when it's your wife," Max says as he walks out, shutting the door on his way out.

"No, you don't especially when she is stubborn," Jonathan says as he leans over to kiss Jennifer.

"I'll let you have the last word just once," Jennifer replies with a smile before leaning over to kiss him.

 Hart House Hours Later That Afternoon

Jonathan comes down the stairs leading to the foyer that afternoon carrying his suitcase. 

Jennifer is sitting on the sofa in the living room watching a rerun of  The Girl From U.N.C.L.E. Freeway sits all curled up on the floor beside her.

"Darling, I'm leaving for the airport now," Jonathan says as he walks into the room. Jennifer is too preoccupied watching the show that she didn't hear what he just said to her. 

"Darling, I said I'm leaving for the airport," Jonathan says once more walking over to her. Jennifer still hasn't heard one word he said with her eyes still focused on the TV screen. Smiling, Jonathan walks over to the television and stands in front of the screen, blocking his wife's view.

"Oh, hello, darling," Jennifer says, smiling upon noticing him for the first time. 

"I'm glad to see I finally got your attention," he says as he turns around and turns down the volume a bit on the TV.

"What are you talking about?"

"I said twice when I came into the room a minute ago that I am leaving for the airport. For a moment I thought I had to tell you I'm flying down to Rio to meet up with a woman I've been having an affair with behind your back," Jonathan teases.

"That certainly would have gotten my attention all right," Jennifer replies with a sly grin as she picks up the remote that is laying on her lap. She presses the mute button. 

Just then Max walks into the foyer through the front door.

"I brought the Rolls around to the front door, Mr. H," Max says, walking over to him.

"Good. Thanks, Max," Jonathan replies. "Will you take my suitcase to the car? I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Sure," Max replies. Jonathan hands him his suitcase which he takes. Max walks out of the house, leaving Jonathan and Jennifer together.

"I sure wish you would change your mind and let me stay home with you, darling," Jonathan says with concern after looking at her for a few moments while Max was walking out of the door.

"Now, sweetheart, I thought we settled that hours ago," Jennifer says as she presses the button on the remote to turn the television off.

"We did. I just don't like the idea of you being at home without me while there is a psychopath jewelry thief running around on the loose. What makes me feel even more uneasy is the fact that Beverly Hills is only ten minutes away."

"Darling, these kind of things happen every day especially in California. Killings occurred on a regular basis when I lived in New York before I even met you. You took every precaution to see that me, Max, and Freeway are safe. Lieutenant Croyden knows you're going to Miami without me. The burglar alarm and the front gate have been checked thoroughly. Max will look after me."

"I know. It is just in the past even with Max around you have been in danger. Just promise me you'll call me every couple of hours to let me know you're safe."

"You have my solemn oath that I will," Jennifer says as tears come into her eyes. "I'll miss you."

Jonathan frowns as tears come into his eyes. He reaches down to kiss her. "I'll miss you too, darling."

"Mr. H, you have better be headin' toward the airport now," Max shouts from outside.

"Max's timing is always so impeccable," Jennifer says.

"You just took the words right out of my mouth," Jonathan replies as he reaches down and kisses her.

"I'll be right there, Max!" Jonathan shouts back still looking at his wife. He reaches down and gives her a long passionate kiss, with Jennifer placing her hands around his neck, as she struggles to hold back the tears. He finally pulls out of the kiss.

"Take care, darling," Jonathan says as he holds her a hand for a few seconds.

"I will," Jennifer replies. Jonathan walks to the door. He stops in the doorway as he and Jennifer stare at each other for a few seconds. He walks out of the house, shutting the door on his way out.

Soon after driving off in their dark green Rolls Royce Corniche convertible, Jonathan drives through the front gate. He makes a left turn and drives away. Just as the convertible is halfway down the road, a man comes out from under his hiding place across the street and looks directly at the front gate. The man is none other than the wanted psychopath jewelry thief, Anthony Sorrentino!

Minutes later Jennifer is sitting in the living room on the sofa still watching The Girl From U.N.C.L.E when commercials come on TV. She mutes the TV just as the telephone on the desk on the other side of the room rings. Max comes into the room from the kitchen and picks up the receiver.

"Hart residence," he answers. "Mrs. H?" he asks. "Yeah, she is here. Who wants to know? Oh, just a second." He picks up the phone and carries it over to where Jennifer is sitting. "It's for you, Mrs. H."

"Who is it, Max?" Jennifer asks.

"I dunno. He just said he knows Mr. H."

"Jonathan?" Jennifer asks, puzzled. "Why does he want to speak to me then?"

"Your guess is good as mine," Max replies, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you want to talk to the guy or no?"

"It's all right. I better take the call in case," Jennifer replies, taking the receiver. "Hello. This is Jennifer Hart. You know Jonathan?"

"You could say that, Mrs. Hart," a male voice says on the other end of the line before hanging up the receiver.

"Hello? Hello?" Jennifer says perplexed why the caller has just hung up on her. "Well, it was nice talking to you too," Jennifer says sarcastically before hanging up the receiver.

"A prank call?" Max asks.

"Yes."

"I don't know. Somethin' sure seems fishy. It's only been minutes since Mr. H left for LAX when you get a call from someone you don't know who hangs up on you."

"I see what you mean. It is not unusual though for people to get prank calls. It happens all the time."

"Yeah, but not unusual for people like you and Mr. H. You and Mr. H have dealt with some interestin' characters over the years."

"That is true," Jennifer says nervously at the thought of remembering all the dangerous people she and Jonathan had come in contact with. "I'll tell you what. If I get anymore strange calls, I'll have Lieutenant Croyden put a trace on the telephones."

"Wise decision, Mrs. H."

"Yes. Jonathan will want to know if anything out of the ordinary happened once he reaches Miami. He is already worried about my safety with that maniac still out there somewhere. I would never hear the end of it if I didn't alert the police. I just hope for once Jonathan is overreacting. I have faced enough maniacs breaking into our home to last a lifetime."

A Hotel Resort In Miami That Night Hours Later

After a five hour flight on a plane, Jonathan walks into the lobby of the hotel resort that his friend owns. Carrying his suitcase with him, he makes his way to a pay phone. He takes out his wallet to take out some coins. He places them into the slot and dials a number before placing his wallet back into the pocket of his suit.

Hart House Minute Later

Jennifer is in the bedroom sitting up in the bed with her foot, propped up on a pillow. She is reading Endless Night by Agatha Christie. It is pouring down the rain along with rumbles of thunder outside. The phone rings on the table nearby. Jennifer places the book on her lap. She reaches over to pick up the receiver.

"Hello."

"Hello, darling. I just now arrived at the resort. I would have called you at the airport. Only everyone was using a phone. There are business conferences going on at almost every hotel. It is a good thing that I had booked a reservation months ago in advance. I just overheard a desk clerk tell a couple that there are not anymore rooms available," Jonathan says on the other end of the line.

"As always you plan ahead, darling," Jennifer replies. "It is one of the reasons Hart Industries is so successful. How is the weather in Miami?"

"Beautiful. Just the right temperature during this time of year. It is not too hot. I sure regret that you are not here to experience the tropical weather with me, darling."

"I am a bit sorry I talked you into going now myself. It is pouring down the rain along with rumbles of thunder. Los Angeles is predicted to have terrible thunderstorms the whole rest of the week starting tomorrow."

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that, darling. Soon as your ankle heals you and I will fly down to Miami together. We'll have a week you'll never forget," Jonathan replies, seductively.

"Oh, I am more than anxious now than ever to experience a week I'll never forget with my husband. You always know just the right things to say, darling," Jennifer replies, seductively.

"I should. I did talk you into marrying me."

"That is a decision I shall never regret for the rest of my life."

"Other than having bad weather creep up on you, how is everything?"

"Everything is fine other than I'm dying of boredom. I've started reading that Agatha Christie novel I bought a week ago."

"It is pouring down the rain and thundering, and you're reading a murder mystery?"

"I got tired of watching television. And I wasn't about to play gin with Max since he's been on a winning streak lately."

"Speaking of mystery, did anything happen that I should know about?"

"Well, one strange incident did happen soon after you left. Max answered a call from some man, claiming to be a friend of yours. After I asked him if he knew you, he made some kind of weird comment before hanging up."

"What did he say?"

"He just said, "You could say that in a way, Mrs. Hart," before hanging up. I know what you're thinking. Like I told Max,if I get another strange phone call I'll have Lieutenant Croyden put a trace on the phones."

"Yes, do that, darling. Sorrentino isn't going to make my wife another one of his prized victims."

Suddenly there is a loud boom of thunder which frightens Jennifer to death.

"Jennifer? Jennifer, are you there?" Jonathan asks.

"Yes, I'm here. I'm sorry, darling. Just as I was going to respond, there was a loud boom of thunder. It startled me."

"I'm just relieved to know that's all it was. I better check in. I'll call you tomorrow morning. I miss you."

"I miss you too. "

"Sleep well, darling."

"I will try. It is lonely here without you."

"It feels lonely in Miami without you, darling. We may be apart, but we're together in spirit."

"Yes, that is true. It will be always and forever," Jennifer replies with a smile. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Jennifer hangs up the receiver. She picks up the book and continues reading. 

Los Angeles Soon After

While it is still pouring down rain with rumbles of thunder every few minutes, a man makes his way to a closed post office somewhere in the city near Bel Air. He is wearing a heavy raincoat, gloves, and boots. His raincoat is hovered over his head so his face can't be seen. He walks over to one of the mailboxes near the front entrance. He takes out a brown self-sealed envelope that he has under his arm and glances at the mailing address. 

Jennifer Hart

3100 Willow Pond Road

Bel Air, CA 90077

He quietly opens the mailbox and drops the envelope down the slot. Just then a loud clap of thunder can be heard as the man pulls his drenched coat over his entire face to keep himself from becoming soaked even more. He runs away from the post office.

Hotel Resort In Miami 

Jonathan walks into a bar at the resort and sits down on a bar stool in front of the bar.

"What can I get for you, sir?" the bartender asks him.

"What do you recommend?"

"I recommend the Blue Hawaii Cocktail. It has rum, pineapple juice, cream of coconut in it. They say one cup of crushed ice in a blender, and you'll feel like you're Elvis Presley in no time."

"It does sound delicious. I'll try that."

"Coming right up for you, sir."

"Thank you." 

The bartender gets to work on fixing Jonathan's cocktail just as an younger man comes behind Jonathan.

"Commander Jonathan Hart," the man says firmly as he salutes Jonathan. Smiling, Jonathan turns around and faces him.

"At ease, Freddy. I'll be in the area for a while," Jonathan replies with a smile.

"Jonathan, l'm very pleased to see you after such a long time," Freddy says, shaking his hand.

"The feeling is mutual. This certainly is some kind of resort you own here. The Magic Chateau  Resort really captures the spirit of this hotel. It reminds me of The Fontainebleau Resort I passed on the way from the airport."

"Everyone says that. When I decided to open this resort, I wanted it to resemble The Fontainebleau. It is a very special place. That resort had a lot of famous celebrities staying there ever since its opening in the 1950s. I was really surprised that The Magic Chateau became popular with Fontainebleau close by."

"Well, when you have a luxurious hotel, it is bound to be successful. Just about everyone enjoys living a life of luxury these days. I really want to thank you for paying for all the expenses. It wasn't necessary."

"Don't mention it. I felt I should repay you. You had faith in me and encouraged me when I started out in the Navy. If it hadn't been for you, I don't think I would have become an officer."

"You just needed guidance, Freddy. I just helped give your confidence a boost."

"You certainly did. I'll always remember it. Say, where is Jennifer? I am looking forward to seeing her again."

"I'm afraid she couldn't make it. She is recovering in our home from a sprained ankle. It happened this morning as we were getting ready to pack."

"I hope the sprain isn't serious," Freddy replies as the bartender places Jonathan's drink in front of him.

"Can I get you anything, Mr. Albert?" the bartender asks Freddie.

"No, thanks, Bill. I'm good," Freddy tells him as he takes a seat next to Jonathan. 

"The sprain isn't serious, but the doctor did tell her she should focus on her recovery. It will take weeks before Jennifer's ankle is healed."

"Why didn't you just call me and tell me to cancel the reservations? You could have waited to come down to Miami until Jennifer could travel."

"I wanted to. Jennifer wouldn't hear of it. You know how women are," Jonathan replies as he begins sipping his drink.

"Knowing Jennifer I bet she was thinking about all the money I spent."

"That is exactly what she was thinking about."

"Don't worry, Jonathan. I'll be sure to show you a good time while you're here in Miami. I know all the popular hangouts. Come down to the lobby tomorrow. We'll plan your stay here."

"I'll definitely take you up on your offer."

"You must be exhausted after your flight. I'll leave you to finish your cocktail. Let me know if you need anything," Freddy replies as he steps off the stool.

"Thanks, Freddy."

"Of course. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Jonathan replies as Freddy heads out of the bar. He continues sipping his cocktail.

A Mansion In Bel Air Hours Later

Late that night a ear-piercing scream can be heard from inside the mansion. A few moments later a man in a raincoat comes running out of the front door, leaving the door open as he flees from the estate. It is the same stranger who mailed an envelope to Jennifer at the post office hours earlier!

Hart House The Following Morning

Late that morning Jennifer is sound asleep in the bed when the door opens with Freeway hurrying into the room. He jumps onto the bed and smothers Jennifer with affection. She smiles as she wakes up. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," Jennifer says, petting the dog. "Did you sleep well?"

"As a matter of fact he did, Mrs. H," Max replies as he walks into the room with Jennifer's breakfast on a tray. The morning newspaper is also on the tray. "You would never know that there was a storm with the way Freeway was snoozin' away last night. Did you manage to get any sleep?" Max asks as Jennifer sits up in bed.

"A little bit, Max. With Jonathan being gone and the weather acting as if it was putting on a performance of a lifetime, it was difficult to get much sleep," Jennifer replies as Max places the tray on her legs. Her breakfast consists of cereal and bacon. She looks at the food on her lap with disappointment.

"Max, you call cereal and bacon a special breakfast?" Jennifer asks in surprise.

"Nope. I call it leftovers because that is pretty much what was left in the refrigerator this mornin'. I'm sorry I wasn't able to fix you a special breakfast like I told you I would yesterday evenin', Mrs. H. I was plannin' on goin' to the store, but after you sprained your ankle I forgot."

"That's all right. I'll just eat the cereal." 

"I'm glad you're goin' to eat somethin'. Like you always tell Mr. H, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I'll bring up some more ice for your ankle. Then I'll head to the store while the weather is still good."

Max walks out of the room.

"After what Max served me this morning, I think I better learn to keep my thoughts to myself," Jennifer says to herself, quietly. Freeway, who is sitting up on his legs, barks. "Here, Freeway, you can have some of my special breakfast," Jennifer says as she picks up the bacon off of her plate. She holds out the bacon which Freeway begins chewing. "Let's see what the news is, shall we?" Jennifer says as she picks up the newspaper and begins looking through the morning news. After a few moments of glancing through the news, she comes across a story that immediately arouses her curiosity.

"Oh My God!" Jennifer exclaims in shock after reading the latest news on the psychopathic thief. Fear and alarm come across her face. "Max!" she yells. "Max!"

After a few minutes Max walks into the bedroom with more ice for Jennifer's ankle.

"What is wrong, Mrs. H?" he asks with concern as he places the ice pack on Jennifer's ankle.

"Have you read the morning paper yet?"

"Nope. I was waitin' until you read it. Why? Is it more news concernin’ that maniac?"

"Unfortunately yes. Read the latest," Jennifer tells him, handing him the newspaper. 

Max takes the paper from her hand and reads the article out loud. 

"Another killin' of a wealthy resident took place in Bel Air last night somewhere around 1:30 and 2:00 AM. The victim was identified as Martha Hudson, a 72 year old widow, who had been a long time resident of New York. The late Mrs. Hudson used to work for The New York Herald before retirin' to California in 1972." " Geez! A killin' near here? I don't blame you for being alarmed after readin' that dame was murdered in Bel Air last night," Max replies in shock.

"Max, I knew that woman. Martha and I would meet occasionally while covering a story when I lived in New York."

"That settles it. I'm callin' Lieutenant Croyden," Max says as he places the newspaper on the bed. He heads toward the phone.

"You can't call the police just because a woman who lived in the same neighborhood as us was murdered."

"I'm callin' to get you twenty four hour police protection," he says, taking the receiver off of the hook.

"I'm just as scared as you are. Lieutenant Croyden has his hands full right now trying to catch that psychopath. He doesn't need our hysterics on top of everything else. Everyone in Bel Air right now are just as frightened as we are.  The lieutenant can't give everyone in this neighborhood twenty four hour police protection."

"I see what you’re gettin’ at, Mrs. H," Max says, hanging up the receiver. "I am goin' to be keepin' a closer eye on you at least. I'll be sleepin' on the couch downstairs until Mr. H returns from Miami." 

"That is comforting to know," Jennifer says as the phone rings. 

"Hart residence," Max says, taking the receiver off of the hook and answering the call. "Oh, good mornin', Mr. H. Sure. Just a minute." He hands the phone to Jennifer.

"Thank you," Jennifer says, taking the receiver. Max takes one final look at the news article before leaving the room. "Good morning, darling," Jennifer says.

"Good morning. You don't seem very enthusiastic to hear from me, darling," Jonathan replies with worry in his voice.

"Yes, I am, darling. It is just that Max and I read some news about that jewelry thief that is disturbing. He murdered a woman who I met a couple of times when we were covering a story in New York."

"That is unsettling. Why do I get the feeling that there is something you're not telling me though?"

"Well, there is something I was hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you. Martha Hudson was murdered in Bel Air last night."

"I wish you would let me come home, darling. I would catch the first plane out of Miami." 

“I know you would. I can guarantee you, darling, if I sense any sign of danger I will be calling you to come home. Now with Martha being the latest victim I am scared. I hope Lieutenant Croyden will catch Sorrentino soon.” 

"The one thing we can count on is that the lieutenant is doing all he can to see that Sorrentino will be facing prison time soon, darling. Remember that saying, you can run, but you can't hide."

"Too bad that maniac doesn't seem to believe in that saying. He would be doing all of us and himself a favor by turning himself in."

"Yes, especially after the law catches him. His expression won't be one of delight. How is your ankle feeling, darling?"

"My ankle feels the same as yesterday, darling, but I am more concerned about my nourishment at the moment."

 The Magic Chateau Resort In Miami

Jonathan is in his suite with the receiver held up to his ear as he listens to Jennifer on the other end of the line. He is standing by the door leading to the balcony overlooking the hotel resort and view.

"Didn't Max bring you breakfast?" Jonathan asks, looking out at the view in front of him.

"If you call cereal and bacon breakfast."

"Sounds like Max forgot to go grocery shopping yesterday. Give your bacon to Freeway if you don't want it, darling."

"I already gave Freeway the bacon before you called. He ate it up."

"I'll take you out to a delicious breakfast somewhere out on the coast of Santa Monica when I return."

"Oh, that sounds like a memorable breakfast. I'm already dying for the main coarse," Jennifer replies.

"Wait until you see the menu."

"Jonathan, you're making me even more hungry," Jennifer replies with a laugh.

"I'm dying of hunger too, but it is not food I am craving," Jonathan replies, seductively. "I'm going to meet Freddy by the pool in a few minutes. He has a whole day of activities planned for us which reminds me. He was really sorry he couldn't see you again last night."

"Tell Freddy I said hello, and I hope we can come down to Miami together to visit him soon."

"I will, darling. I'll call you in a couple of hours. Rest your foot."

"I will. Have fun. I love you, darling."

"I love you too."

Jonathan hangs up the receiver. 

The Front Gate Minutes Later

A few minutes later Max comes driving toward the front gate in the station wagon as the rain has once again started pouring down. Rumbles of thunder can be heard in the distance. Anthony Sorrentino is hiding near the gate out of sight. He is wearing a raincoat, boots, and gloves. He is soaking wet from the rain. Max drives through the gate. Quickly Sorrentino rushes through the gate before it closes just as the car drives off. He rushes toward the main house, running through the bridge that crosses a lake.

Meanwhile at the house Jennifer is coming down the final steps of the staircase in the foyer on her crutches. Freeway is following behind watching her closely. Jennifer walks into the living room as she makes her way over to the desk. Loud rumbles of thunder can be heard. Freeway barks.

"It is ok, sweetie. It is just thunder. It is not going to hurt us," Jennifer says gently as she approaches the desk. Cautiously, she slowly sits down in the chair in front before placing her crutches near her reach.  "Let's see if mommy can get some writing done today," Jennifer says, facing Freeway who is by her side. She reaches down and pets the dog. She picks up a piece of paper and inserts it around the roller in the typewriter. Just as she is about to start typing, Sorrentino comes to the window. He looks in, watching Jennifer. Freeway growls upon noticing him and barks just as thunder claps. Sorrentino quickly dodges out of sight. Frightened and concerned by Freeway's behavior suddenly, Jennifer looks directly at the window. 

"Freeway, what has gotten into you?" Jennifer asks as she stares out at the window. "There isn't anyone outside. I hope you're not getting cabin fever too," she says as she looks down at the keys. 

Sorrentino comes to the window and looks in just as Freeway growls, only louder this time. He rushes toward the window, barking, which arouses Jennifer's concern and curiosity again. Sorrentino rushes away from the window just as Jennifer picks up her crutches. Using her crutches, Jennifer makes her way over to the window. She looks out over the grounds, carefully, taking her time to be absolutely certain that there is no intruder on the property. 

“Freeway, I think Max needs to take you out more," Jennifer finally says, satisfied that there isn't an intruder lurking around.

Suddenly the phone rings. Jennifer makes her way over to the desk and picks up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Jennifer. This is Lieutenant Croyden," a male voice says on the other end of the line.

"Good afternoon, lieutenant. Jonathan and I were talking about you earlier. I read about Martha Hudson being murdered last night. I am scared now that Sorrentiono's latest victim was a resident from Bel Air."

"That is why I am calling to make sure you're all right just as I promised Jonathan I would.”

"Other than going stir crazy, I am glad to say that I am safe."

"Trust me with Sorrentino running around on the loose, home is the best place for you."

"I wish I could agree with you since that maniac prefers to kill wealthy residents opposed to hunting them down in the streets of Los Angeles," Jennifer says seriously.

Anthony Sorrentino quietly makes his way through the Harts' kitchen. He discreetly opens the door leading to the living room and watches as Jennifer continues talking to the lieutenant on the telephone. Sorrentino listens in on the conversation for a few seconds. He looks around the room searching for something. Upon reaching the back of the kitchen he spots the fusebox. He walks over to the fusebox and opens it. He turns the main circuit breakers to OFF causing the entire house to be covered in darkness.

Jennifer stands in the living room in total darkness. 

"What is going on?" Jennifer asks with fear in her voice as she feels something is not right. Freeway barks and growls again. Within a few seconds, the power comes back on again. By now Jennifer is getting really scared and frightened as a look of terror comes on her face. She places the receiver back on the hook. The phone rings again. Jennifer instantly picks it up.

"Hello?" she says frantically.

"Are you all right? What happened?" Lieutenant Croyden asks on the other end of the line. 

"I don't know. The power just came back just as quickly as it went off. Freeway was barking a few minutes ago. He acted as if he saw someone outside watching us."

"We're on our way. Try to get yourself upstairs and lock yourself in.”

The phone rings again. Jennifer hesitates before answering. After a few more seconds of letting it ring, she picks up the receiver off of the hook.

"Hello?" 

"Did you enjoy your moment of darkness, Mrs. Hart?" a male voice says on the other end of the line.

"You can have my jewelry! I'll even give you my wedding ring! Just please go away and don't hurt me! Please!!!" Jennifer shouts frantically.

"No need to shout, Mrs. Hart. I can hear you just fine from the kitchen."

Jennifer's heart sinks as she realizes that Anthony Sorrentino has called her from her own telephone in the kitchen. 

"No need to worry. I'm not going to kill you. That is not yet. Until later,'' he replies, mischievously before hanging up.

Jennifer eyes grow wide with fear as she places the receiver back on the hook. Freeway rushes off toward the kitchen.

"No, Freeway, don't go in there!" Jennifer exclaims afraid for the dog's life. Using her crutches, she makes her way into the kitchen as fast as she possibly can. Freeway barks continuously as Jennifer finally hobbles into the kitchen. Once inside she is glad to see to her relief, that the room is empty. The backdoor is open though with Freeway standing in the doorway, growling. Jennifer limps her way to the backdoor and looks around, seeing that the psychopathic thief is still on the loose!

Hart House Minutes Later

Soon after, police officers are surrounding the grounds and the house. One of them is dusting the backdoor for fingerprints.  Another officer is examining the door which had been forced by Sorrentino. Ten other officers are walking around the grounds, looking for any clues to the intruder's whereabouts. Jennifer is sitting in a chair with her foot propped up on a chair across from her at the table in the kitchen. Lieutenant Croyden stands near the backdoor overseeing the investigation. Max drives up to the front of the house and puts the station wagon in park. Worry and concern come over his face after seeing the police officers all over the property. He opens the door and gets out. He shuts the door before hurrying into the house. 

"Mrs. H?" Max asks in a panic as he starts to head toward the staircase.

"I'm in the kitchen, Max," Jennifer shouts.

Max rushes toward the kitchen and opens the door. To his relief Jennifer is safely sitting at the table unharmed.

"Oh, Mrs. H, I'm so glad you ain't hurt," Max replies as he walks over to her. "What happened? What are all 'em cops doin' here?"

"Mrs. Hart had a sudden unwelcome visit by Sorrentino himself," Lieutenant Croyden replies, walking over to him.

"He broke into the house," Jennifer says with fear in her voice, but managing to stay calm. 

"He what?!!!" Max asks in shock. "How did that jerk get on the property in the first place?"

"We think he must have sneaked onto the grounds after you drove through the gate," Jennifer replies.

"Oh, I never should have left you alone. That scum could have hurt you. Mrs. H, I'm so sorry! I don't know what to say," Max says, speechless. 

"It is not your fault, Max. You had no way in knowing Sorrentino was on the premises," Jennifer says. "Don't blame yourself."

"Yeah, but lookin' after you is my responsibility. If I had looked through the rear view mirror, I could have seen that creep. I could have stopped him from being able to enter the grounds."

"Jennifer is right," Lieutenant Croyden replies. "All of Sorrentino's latest victims including Martha Hudson were cautious and alert. We're dealing with not only a madman. We're dealing with a man who knows how to get where he wants and get away without being caught." 

"You mean he hasn't made any slip ups," Max replies. "Does Mr. H know?" he asks, turning to Jennifer.

"Jonathan went out for a day on the town with Freddy. I called the resort and left a message for him. An employee gave me Freddy's mobile phone number. I called the number, but I didn't get an answer. Jonathan said he would call in a couple of hours."

"Lieutenant Croyden, can't you give her some kind of protection?"

"The only thing I can do for Mrs. Hart right now is to have a policeman make his rounds around the property every thirty minutes. I need him and the rest of the officers to continue in the manhunt for Sorrentino. Every police force in the state is working non stop to catch that madman."

"The lieutenant thinks we should check into a hotel until Jonathan comes home," Jennifer says.

"I agree with him. As long as that scumbag is out there somewhere you ain't safe here."

"I just want to wait until we find out when Jonathan can make it back. With this sprained ankle I don't feel up to moving into a hotel."

"Havin' to bear pain is better than riskin' endin' up dead, Mrs. H."

Jennifer nods. "I just think it is too soon to make that decision. It may be overreacting a bit. You won't be leaving me alone again. A policeman will be keeping watch on us."

"Lieutenant, I found out how Sorrentino forced his way in," an officer says, approaching them. "It appears he used a paperclip to pick the lock," he says, holding out his right hand. In it is what is left of a paperclip.

"Where did you find that, Ronald?" Lieutenant Croyden asks as the officer hands him the paperclip which he looks over.

"Shouldn't you have picked that up without getting your fingerprints on it?" Jennifer asks.

"Sorrentino never leaves fingerprints. Only reason door is being dusted for fingerprints is just to be certain he didn't make a mistake. Like the press stated after the first killing, he used to be a member of the police force in Arizona. He was one of the smartest officers on their force until he flipped out."

"Any idea why he became wacko?" Max asks.

"The psychologist who examined him believes he got tired of his job and thought a life of stealing was more rewarding than a life spent fighting against crime."

"What drew their attention to his erratic behavior?" Jennifer asks.

"Just the way he was talking about a life of crime and starting to show signs of abnormal behavior. He was let go. He moved down here to Los Angeles weeks before he started these cruel acts of robbery and murder."

"That explains now why he hasn't made any mistakes and has been able to escape punishment," Jennifer remarks.

Lieutenant Croyden nods his head. "Jennifer, I'm going to have one of my men put a tap on the phones in case Sorrentino decides to give you another call. If he does, then we'll try placing a trace on the call. If he calls you within the house again, then a trace won't be necessary. That is why I'm going to have all of the telephones in the house tapped. And Max, as soon we leave I want you to turn the burglar alarm on."

"Will do, lieutenant," Max says. "But say ain't this guy smart enough to deactivate the alarm  so he can break in?"

"He is. That is one of the reasons he has been successful in getting into his victims' homes. If we're lucky, he won't attempt to break in again. Sorrentino has been playing it very safe and careful to think his steps through. If he sees a police car keeping an eye on this house, he may not risk getting caught now. All of this is just to see to it that Mrs. Hart and yourself stay safe."

"I wish I had not told Jonathan I insisted he would go to Miami. I should have known this was going to happen," Jennifer says regretfully.

"Don't worry, Mrs. H," Max says, taking her hand. "The police will catch that scum. I know Mr. H will come home soon as he finds out what happened."

Jennifer gives Max a smile as she pats his hand.

A Street in Florida Hours Later That Afternoon

Jonathan and Freddy are driving down the streets of Miami in Freddy's red 1984 Corvette.

"You're going to love Robert Is Here, Jonathan," Freddy says. "It's been open since 1960. It is very is popular here in Florida."

"I figured since we're driving an hour away from Miami," Jonathan replies with a smile. "Jennifer is going to love the Apple banana I'm going to buy her. Just promise me one thing."

"Sure what is it?"

"Don't tell her I'm getting a pineapple milk shake."

"Why? She'll get jealous?"

"No, more like annoyed. She wants me to eat healthy. After our anniversary in Paris, she told me I was going on a diet in Miami."

Freddy chuckles. "I promise. What Jennifer doesn't know won't hurt her."

"I was just thinking the same thing."

Hart House An Hour Later

That afternoon Max walks into the foyer carrying the mail that he just took out of the mailbox. It is still pouring down the rain and thunder can be heard. After shutting the front door, he sorts through the mail, seeing what the Harts got. The last envelope is the brown self- sealed envelope that is addressed to Jennifer. Max looks for a return address. He is puzzled to see that there isn't one.

"That is strange," he says to himself as he places the other mail on the table by the right side of the door.

"What is strange, Max?" Jennifer asks from a couch in the living room where she is resting with her foot propped up on a pillow. An ice pack is placed against her injured ankle.

"You got a package. Only there ain't no return address on it," Max says, walking into the room.  He walks over to Jennifer and hands her the envelope. Jennifer looks at the envelope, wondering what it contains inside.  She looks at Max who returns her gaze. She slowly tears open the envelope. To her surprise she finds the package filled with Polaroid photographs. She takes them all out of the envelope. To her shock and horror, she sees all of the photographs are of the all women that have been strangled by Anthony Sorrentino with the exception of Martha Hudson. The photographs show the women right after they have been killed. The photographs sends chills down Jennifer's spine, and she looks at them, speechless.

"What is wrong, Mrs. H? What are in those photographs that are scarin' you to death?" Max asks with concern. 

Jennifer hands him the photographs. "Hand me the phone. I'm calling Lieutenant Croyden."

Max places the photographs without looking at them on the coffee table. He heads over to the bar and picks up the telephone. He walks over to Jennifer and hands her the telephone. Jennifer takes the telephone and dials a number. After a few seconds her phone call is answered.

"Hello. This is Jennifer Hart. Is Lieutenant Croyden there? I received something disturbing in the mail that he will want to know about. Have him call me soon as you reach him, please. Thank you." Jennifer hangs up the receiver.  Max picks up the photographs and begins looking through them.

"Holy smokes!" he exclaims in shock and fear. "Now that maniac is sendin' you photographs of his victims."

As he continues looking through the photographs, Jennifer sees for the very first time a message written on the back of the last photograph. It says in a dark pen handwriting,"Are you ready to be the next victim, Mrs. Hart?"

Fear and terror cross Jennifer's face as she sees the message. As she is about to ask Max to hand her the photograph, the telephone rings. It startles her. She quickly takes the receiver off of the hook and answers the call.

"Hello?"

"Did you get my photographs with my message?" a male voice asks, menacingly.

"Yes, I did. Why are you tormenting me?" Jennifer asks, trying to keep Sorrentino on the phone long enough for the call to be traced.

"Mrs. Hart, it is not going to do you any good to try to trace this call. Until later." Before Jennifer can respond she can hear the receiver being hung up on the other end of the line.

"Darn it!" Jennifer exclaims, hanging up the receiver in frustration. The phone rings again. Jennifer picks up the receiver and answers the call. "Hello?" she asks, nervously.

"Mrs. Hart, it is ok. It is Officer Ronald. I just called to tell you we tried to put a trace on the call."

"Thank you, Officer Ronald."

"You're welcome. Try to keep calm. Right now Sorrentino is just trying to frighten you."

"He is getting his wish. Goodbye." Jennifer hangs up the receiver. "Max, hand me that last photograph you're holding."

Max hands her the last photograph. Jennifer takes the photograph from him and turns it around so he can see the message,"Are you ready to be the next victim, Mrs. Hart?"

"Mrs. H, that wacko isn't just playin' games. He's plannin' to kill you!" Max exclaims in fear.

"I know," Jennifer replies as she picks up the receiver and dials a number. "I'm calling Freddy's mobile number. Hopefully I can get Jonathan on the line this time."

Jonathan and Freddy walk over to Freddy's car. Jonathan is drinking his milkshake and carrying several Apple bananas with him. Freddy is drinking his blackberry milkshake.

"I am glad you brought me here, Freddy," Jonathan says. "Jennifer is going to be pleased that I brought her home some fruit."

"She would be even more pleased if you had bought some fruit for yourself instead of just buying a milkshake."

"Well, this milkshake has fruit in it so that is my fruit for the day," Jonathan replies with a smile.

As they reach the car the mobile car phone rings. Freddy unlocks the car before they get into the front of the vehicle. Once inside he picks up the receiver off of the hook.

"Freddy Albert," Freddy replies, answering the call. "Oh, hello, Jennifer. Sure just a moment," he says as he hands Jonathan the receiver. "It is your wife," Freddy replies as Jonathan places the fruit on his lap so he can take the receiver. "Hello, darling. I was just going to give you a call. I bought you some fruit. What?" Jonathan asks as his voice becomes one of worry and concern.

Hart House Living Room

"Yes, Anthony Sorrentino broke into our house hours ago. I tried calling you soon after you went out with Freddy. No, I'm all right other than frightened. No, he didn't hurt me. Thank goodness!"

"Then what happened?" 

"He sneaked into the kitchen while I was talking to Lieutenant Croyden on the telephone here in the living room. He turned the power off. Thanks to him Freeway and I were left in the dark for a few moments. He then called me on the telephone in the kitchen. He asked me if I enjoyed my moment of darkness. Before he hung up, he said he wasn't going to kill me, at least not yet."

"I'm calling the airport right now and getting the first flight out of Miami, darling."

"Darling, that isn't the reason I called you again. I left a message for you at the hotel after I couldn't reach you. I received an envelope in the mail with no return address. Sorrentino sent me photographs of all his victims except Martha. On the back of one of the photographs is the message in hand writing,"Are you ready to be the next victim, Mrs. Hart?"

"What did Lieutenant Croyden say?"

"He wasn't in when I called the station. An officer told me he would have the lieutenant call me soon as he could be reached. Croyden had an officer put a tap on all of our phones, and the police are trying to trace the call. They couldn't after he called me a few minutes ago. He figured the police were going to trace the call."

"Darling, I want the lieutenant to get you protection."

"The lieutenant already has an officer making his rounds every thirty minutes. The police are so busy trying to catch Sorrentino that is the best protection they can give Max and me. Every police force in California is working twenty four hours to capture that psychopath."

"I'll call you back soon as I know what time my flight to Los Angeles is."

"All right, darling." Jennifer hangs up the receiver. "Mr. H is going to call the airport right now," she says, looking up at Max.

"Good. Mr. H will take care of that maniac. You have nothin' to worry about," Max says.

Jennifer looks up at Max. She hopes he is right. She is frightened. She wonders if Jonathan will be able to make it home in time before Anthony Sorrentino attempts to make her his next victim.

A Street In Homestead, Florida

Jonathan and Freddy are driving back to the hotel. Jonathan has just finished talking to Jennifer on the car phone. He picks up the receiver and dials a number.

"Jonathan, what is going on? What is the matter? Is Jennifer in danger?" Freddy asks with concern.

"Yes, I'm afraid she is. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to cut this vacation short. I must head back to Los Angeles soon as I can get a flight," Jonathan replies just as his call is answered. "Mobile operator, get me Miami International Airport." Jonathan waits a few moments before his call is put through and answered. "Hello. When is the next flight to Los Angeles? Book me on the 7:50 flight please, and the name is Jonathan Hart. Thanks." Jonathan hangs up the receiver and looks out the window, his mind on Jennifer's safety. He too is wondering if he can make it back in time before Anthony Sorrentino attempts to harm his wife.

"Don't worry, Jonathan. Jennifer will be all right. I'm sure you'll make it home in time." Jonathan nods as he continues staring out the window, afraid for Jennifer's life. He picks up the phone again and dials 555-2929.

Hart House Minute Later

Jennifer is still resting on the couch when the telephone rings. Max is in the living room dusting. Jennifer picks up the receiver. Max stops his chore for a moment to listen to see if the call is from Sorrentino again.

"Hello."

"Darling, I'm on the 7:50 flight out of Miami. I'll call you before my plane boards. Stay safe. Is the burglar alarm on?" Jonathan asks.

"Yes. Max turned it on soon as the police left this afternoon. Speaking of them, Lieutenant Croyden hasn't called me back yet."

"Call me when he does."

"I will. Make my apologizes to Freddy for me."

"I will. I love you, darling," Jonathan says.

"I love you too, darling. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Jennifer hangs up the receiver. 

The Magic Chateua Resort An Hour Later

Jonathan walks into the lobby that evening with Freddy. 

"Jonathan, I am going to go see how things have been going during my absence. Come find me before you leave."

"I will. Thanks for showing me around today and for treating me to lunch."

"Don't mention it. I just wish our time together could have lasted longer," Freddy replies walking off as Jonathan walks over to the front desk.

"Good evening," the desk clerk greets Jonathan. 

"Good evening. Were there any messages for me today besides the one from my wife? The name is Jonathan Hart."

"Let me check, sir. Just a moment, please." The desk clerk looks to see if Jonathan has any messages. "No, sir, but you did receive a package," he says, spotting a brown self- sealed envelope. He hands it to Jonathan. Jonathan looks at it in surprise and fear. "Is something wrong, Mr. Hart?" the desk clerk asks upon seeing Jonathan's reaction to receiving a package.

"No, thank you," Jonathan replies as he continues staring at the package for a few moments. He walks over to the middle of the lobby, out of the way of the guests and staff. He looks at the package to see if there is a return address. There isn't any. All that is written on the envelope is his name and mailing address of the hotel along with his suite number. How could anyone know where I was staying and my suite number? Jonathan wonders. He slowly tears open the package. He finds the package full of Polaroid photographs. He takes them all out. To his shock and horror, they are all photographs of all of Sorrentino's victims after their death. Only Martha Hudson's photograph isn't included. He turns the back of each one looking for a message. On the last photograph in a dark pen are written the words, "Your wife will be the next victim, Mr. Hart. Are you prepared to face the loss of your wife?"

Hart House Minutes Later

Jennifer is still resting on the couch when the telephone on the coffee table rings. Jennifer picks up the receiver. 

"Hello."

"I'm sorry I'm just now getting back to you," Lieutenant Croyden says on the other end of the line. "But I've been busy in the manhunt, and I haven't been able to answer my car phone until a few minutes ago. What is this disturbing item you received in the mail?"

"They're Polaroid photographs of Sorrentino's victims taken after they have been strangled. On the back of one of them has the message, "Are you ready to be the next victim, Mrs. Hart?” Soon after I got a phone call from the photographer himself. He asked if I have gotten his message. Officer Ronald tried to put a trace on the call. Sorrentino knew the call was going to be traced so he hung up just as soon as I tried to keep him talking."

"Have you reached Jonathan yet?"

"Yes, I called him again an hour ago. He is flying back on the next plane on the 7:50 flight."

"Good. As long as he is on the way you should be safe. Sorrentino doesn't kill his victims until late at night or early in the morning."

"Is that supposed to make me feel safe, lieutenant?" Jennifer asks in surprise.

"More like optimistic, Jennifer. Right now Sorrentino is just terrorizing you before he attempts to kill you."

"He has never done that to any of his other victims so what makes me so special?"

"He must have a sick pleasure in scaring you out of your wits for whatever reason. If he shows up, I suggest you keep him talking long as possible. Try to get him to open up to you about the way his mind works and why he commits these killings. With any luck that will keep him sidetracked long enough for us to come to the rescue."

"Oh, that will be a pleasure. Playing psychologist to that psychopath," Jennifer says sarcastically. 

"I'm sorry we can't be of anymore help. I'm going to send an officer over to get the package of photographs."

"I understand. I'm just frustrated that there isn't anymore that can be done to keep  Sorrentino away from me."

"If I were in your situation, I would be frustrated too. I'll be in touch. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Jennifer hangs up the receiver. 

Just then Max walks into the living room from the kitchen. "Hey, Mrs. H, was that Lieutenant Croyden on the phone?"

"Yes, Max," Jennifer replies, facing him. "Why?"

"Just makin' sure that psychopath didn't call you again. You better turn on the television. There is some news about that storm we have been expectin'."

Just as Jennifer is about to pick up the remote, the telephone rings. Jennifer and Max shoot each other a worried look. Jennifer waits a few seconds before she reaches over and picks up the receiver.

"Hello."

"Darling, it is all right. It is me," Jonathan says on the other end of the line.

"Jonathan, why are you calling me again? What is wrong?" Jennifer asks with fear in her voice.

"Guess who got a package from Sorrentino," Jonathan replies, seriously.

"Don't tell me you got a package of photographs of his victims," Jennifer says.

"I'm afraid I did. I'm going to call the office to see if Miss Waring got a call anytime recently asking about my activities."

"I wonder what is next," Jennifer says, sighing in frustration. "I just heard from Lieutenant Croyden. He is glad to know you're coming home on the next flight. I told him about my gift from Sorrentino. He is sending an officer over to pick up the photographs. I better go, darling. Max says I need to turn on the television. There is news about the storms that have been predicted."

"I'll turn on the weather forecast on our station here to see what it is says about the storms. Talk to you soon, darling."

"Ok, hurry home!" Jennifer hangs up the receiver. She picks up the remote and turns on the TV, switching to channel, KCBS-TV Los Angeles, for the weather forecast. 

"Welcome back to KCBS-TV Los Angeles," a weather anchorman says on the television. "Just as we told you before we took a commercial break, we would be discussing the storm that is predicted to take place over the entire city of Los Angeles."

Hart Industries In Los Angeles Minute Later

Jonathan's secretary, Miss Waring, is sitting in the reception area at her desk typing when the telephone rings. She stops and picks up the receiver off of the hook.

"Good afternoon. Hart Industries. Jonathan Hart's office. How may I help you?"

"Good afternoon, Miss Waring," Jonathan replies on the other end of the line.

"Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Hart. I didn't expect to hear from you while you were on your vacation in Miami."

Jonathan's Hotel Suite At The Magic Chateau Resort In Miami

Jonathan stands in the bedroom talking to his secretary on the telephone.

"I'm just calling to ask a question. Did anyone call the office anytime recently asking where I was staying in Miami?"

Hart Industries

"Yes, sir. There was a man who called yesterday afternoon. He said he was a distant cousin who was trying to reach you.  He told me that you told him last week where you were staying, but he forgot the name of the hotel."

"So that is how he got ahold of my hotel address and suite number," Jonathan says to himself.

"What is that, Mr. Hart? I'm sorry. I didn't hear what you said."

"It is fine. I was just thinking out loud. Have a good rest of the day. Thank you, Miss Waring," Jonathan replies.

"Is anything wrong? Do I need to call the police?" Miss Waring asks in concern, suspicious at her boss' question.

"No, thank you. That isn't necessary. I just received a package with no return address. It is not unusual for Darrin to do that. He has the tendency to be absentminded at times," Jonathan replies, not wanting to frighten his secretary over what is happening. "Goodbye." Jonathan hangs up the receiver.

"Goodbye," Miss Waring replies. She hangs up the receiver and continues her typing.

Hart Residence Minute Later

Max and Jennifer are watching the weather forecast still on the television set in the living room. Max sits on the sofa across from Jennifer. Freeway is curled up on her lap. The anchorman stands in front of a background of a map showing the direction the storm is expected to be heading. 

"As you can see from the map, it appears a storm will be heading in the direction of Los Angeles sometime around 6:00 PM or 7:00 PM tonight. We expect the storm to be lasting throughout several days. From the way the weather looks right now, we expect a severe thunderstorm with lightning and heavy rain. The storm could cause power to go out throughout the city leaving the residents of this city in the dark for several hours. We suggest you stock up on flashlights and candles. Tune back in two hours for a full update. Now back to the news."

Jennifer turns off the television. 

"Oh, Jonathan!" Jennifer exclaims in alarm upon hearing the seriousness of the storm.

"Don't worry, Mrs. H. Hopefully that guy is wrong. Maybe it won't be as severe as he is predictin'," Max replies, trying to cheer up Jennifer and keep her spirits optimistic.

Jennifer looks at him. She hopes he is right, but she has a gut feeling that a severe thunderstorm was going to hit Los Angeles which means that Jonathan's flight would be cancelled. If that happened then he would never make it home in time before and if Anthony Sorrentino managed to sneak back onto their estate. However, if the weather was that serious there was no way Sorrentino could manage to make her his next victim without putting his life in danger. It would be like committing suicide. Jennifer sighs and puts her left hand over her forehead, shaking her head in disbelief and shock at what is happening. 

Jonathan's Hotel Suite

Meanwhile, Jonathan has been watching the weather forecast from his living room in The Magic Chateau. He is standing in front of the television set. He turns off the TV with the remote and sighs in frustration. He too is worried about the storm. Like his wife, he has a feeling that a severe storm is going to hit Los Angeles resulting in his flight being cancelled. The same thoughts that Jennifer was thinking are crossing his mind as well. He stands, speechless, still looking at the TV. For the first time during his marriage he doesn't know what to do. He and Jennifer have faced many dangerous situations before. Managing to get themselves out of those dilemmas, they always came out on top. Could this be the first time he and Jennifer would be defeated by a mad killer and jewelry thief?

Woods In California Minute Later

Anthony Sorrentino is sitting in his parked green Mercedes in the woods out of sight somewhere in Los Angeles. He turns off a radio station he had been listening to with the latest news on the weather. By now the rain is pouring down even harder. There is a puddle.

"Don't worry, Jennifer Hart. Somehow, sometime soon I will keep my appointment with you. No rain or storm is going to get the best of me not if I can help it." He smiles with a devilish  grin and a haunting expression on his face, showing he is completely out of his mind by now. He is lacking any sense he had left in his obsession to torment and kill Jennifer. His grin gets bigger and bigger by the moment. He bursts out laughing, hysterically, at his evil and sick quest.  His laugh continues on as a loud bolt of thunder can be heard in the distance. 

Hart House Hours Later That Night

Jennifer is sitting at the desk in the living room trying to concentrate on typing, but her mind is too sidetracked for her to focus. With the rain and thunder outside along with Anthony Sorrentino still on the loose, she can't help but worry about her safety. She glances at a clock nearby. It reads 7:50 PM. Jennifer sighs and finally manages to start typing. Max comes into the room from the kitchen carrying a mug of Irish coffee.

"Here, Mrs. H, I thought you might want some coffee," Max replies as he walks over to her.

"Thank you, Max," Jennifer replies, taking the mug.

 "I'll turn on the television to see if there is an update on that storm. If it is supposed to hit Los Angeles, mother nature is havin' trouble makin' up her mind when." 

Jennifer takes a sip of her coffee while Max picks up the remote from the coffee table. He turns on the television. An anchorman is standing in front of the map of California in the background.

"This is a special weather bulletin from KCBS-TV, Los Angeles. The storm we reported earlier is now expected to hit the Los Angeles area sometime between 10:30 and 11 PM this evening. The storm is expected to last at least for the next couple of days, and is expected to produce strong thunderstorms with frequent lightning, heavy rain, wind gusts of up to 40 mph, and possible hail. Widespread power outages could result from this storm, as well as damage to property. Residents of L.A county are urged to stock up on flashlight batteries, kerosene lamps, candles, and food. We will have further updates as they become available."

Max turns off the television.  Disturbed by the latest news on the weather, Jennifer carefully gulps down the rest of the coffee. 

"Geez! I am glad Mr. H was able to get an early flight out of Miami," Max says, turning to face her.

Jennifer nods as she puts down the mug. 

"I'm scared," Jennifer replies. "I haven't felt this scared since Jonathan was taken hostage last year." She glances down at the keys on the typewriter as tears come into her eyes. "Oh, Max, what if he can't make it? What if the storm hits while he is up in the air?"

Max puts down the remote and walks over to Jennifer who continues to cry, fearing for Jonathan's safety.

"Mrs. H, you got to think positive. You and Mr. H have been through many dangerous times together. Everythin' then turned out fine, and it will now," Max replies, gently taking her hand.

"If anything happened to him, I don't know what I would do. None of this would been happening if I haven't talked him into going to Miami."

"Nonsense. He made the decision. He could have put his foot down. Mr. H went out of his love for you. He knew you wanted him to go. If anyone is to blame, it is that scumbag. None of this would have been happenin' if he had a conscience and wasn't goin' around killin' innocent wealthy dames."

He gently squeezes her hand. Jennifer puts her hand on his and squeezes his hand. She manages a slight smile.

"Max, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"The feelin' is mutual. You and Mr. H mean the world to me," Max replies with a smile. "Mark my words. He'll make it home safely."

 Airplane In Sky Minute Later

Jonathan is sitting in a chair on his flight toward Los Angeles. He in the first class section of the aircraft. He glances at his wristwatch which is still set at Miami time, three hours ahead. The time reads 10:57 PM. He changes the time to read 7:57 PM.  Suddenly the flight gets bumpy. It started pouring down the rain only an hour ago. A voice comes over the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be facing some turbulence. It is nothing to worry about. Just please stay seated and keep your seatbelt fastened. Thank you," the pilot says over the loud speakers so every passenger aboard can hear him.

Jonathan sighs, anxiously and impatiently waiting to get home to his wife. He glances out the window at the rain. He too is worried about his own safety. Tears come into his eyes which he tries to fight back.

Hart House Hour Later

Jennifer is in the bed reading more of her Agatha Christie novel, Endless Night. Freeway lays beside her all curled up asleep. She glances over at the clock on the table by the bed.  Time reads 9:00. Feeling the pain in her ankle getting worse, she reaches over to the side of the bed and picks up the bottle of Tylenol. She opens it and takes out the dosage that the doctor prescribed. She puts the cap back on the bottle tight and places the Tylenol back on the table. She picks up a glass of water, puts the pills in her mouth, and swallows the pills while drinking some of the water. She places the glass back down. The telephone rings, startling her just as thunder can be heard from outside. She is  is stunned and frightened that the call could be from Anthony Sorrentino again. Reluctantly, Jennifer picks up the receiver off of the hook.

"Hello?"

"Are you ready to keep our appointment, Mrs. Hart? I know you're still alone with your servant," Anthony Sorrentino replies on the other end of the line.

"Not for long. My husband, Jonathan, is on his way home," Jennifer replies. "He'll be here soon."

"I doubt very much your husband will be home that soon. It is a five hour flight from Miami, and I'm sure the storm will keep him occupied for a while. See you soon," Anthony replies with a chuckle. Once again the line goes dead. Unnerved Jennifer looks at the receiver with fear and shock. Max walks into the room.

"Another call from that psychopath, Mrs. H?" he asks.

"Yes. He knows I'm alone with you. He is planning on making me his next victim soon," Jennifer says as she hangs up the receiver.

"What did he say?"

"He asked if I am ready to keep our appointment. When I told him Jonathan is on his way  home, he doubted it. He knows it is a five hour flight from Miami. He is so sure the storm will keep him occupied."

The telephone rings again. Jennifer and Max look at each other uncomfortably.  Jennifer looks at the phone with pure terror on her face before picking up the receiver.

"Hello."

"Mrs. Hart, it is Officer Ronald again. As you can tell we are not going to be able to trace those calls Sorrentino is making since he knows we've got the phones bugged. I'm going to see if I can reach Lieutenant Croyden to keep him informed. If I can't reach him, I'll see if I can get in touch with Lieutenant Draper."

"Thank you. I appreciate that." Jennifer hangs up the receiver. "That was Officer Ronald. He is going to try to reach Lieutenant Croyden or Lieutenant Draper to let him know about that last call."

"Good. I'm goin' to double check all locks just to be cautious. Then I'll bring you up a candle and a flashlight."

"All right," Jennifer replies as she picks up the book off of her lap just as Max walks out of the room. Realizing that the book she is reading isn't going to calm her nerves, Jennifer closes it before placing it on the table. She picks up the TV remote and switches through the channels, searching for anything to watch that will calm her nerves. She comes to a classic movie that is coming to an end, Sunset Boulevard.

Upon realizing what she is watching when she sees William Holden's character, Joe Gillis' body floating in the swimming pool, she quickly turns off the TV with the remote. 

"Out of all of the classic movies with William Holden to show on on a night like this, why did they have to pick that one?" Jennifer asks out loud as she places the remote back on the table. 

Meanwhile Max is walking around the house making sure all of the locks on all of the doors are bolted tight. He walks into the the foyer and checks the lock on the front door. It is locked securely. He proceeds into the kitchen through the door leading into the room from the living room. He walks over to the backdoors and checks those locks. They too are secured tight. Max nods, satisfied. He walks over to one of the cabinets, taking out some candles along with a box of matches and a flashlight. The telephone rings again.

"Max, would you please get that? I don't feel like hearing that lunatic's voice again," Jennifer shouts from up her bedroom. 

"Sure. It ain't a problem," Max shouts back. "I don't blame you, Mrs. H," he says to himself, walking over to the phone on the wall. "If I had a maniac callin' me like that, I wouldn't want to hear him or his breathin' either." He picks up the receiver.

"Hart Residence." There isn't a response.

"Hart Residence," Max replies again speaking up in case the caller didn't hear him. He hears the caller hanging up on him on the other end of the line. "Yeah, no problem. I've dialed a wrong number on occasion myself," Max says, hanging up the receiver. "Manners they teach young people these days I tell you." He shakes his head in disbelief and walks back over to the counter where he left the candles, box of matches, and a flashlight. 

Front Gate Minute Later

A police car is making his thirty minute rounds checking the Hart estate to be sure everything looks right. The officer stops his car at the gate. He gets out in the rain while thunder can be heard. He is carrying a flashlight in his hand. He shuts the car door quietly. He turns the flashlight on and looks around on the other side of the street to see if he notices anything out of the ordinary or suspicious. He quietly walks over to the front of the gate. Facing the gate, he looks all around the property to be sure that are not any intruders particularly Anthony Sorrentino. With his flashlight he takes one final look around the estate above the gate with his flashlight. He heaves a sigh of relief and walks back to his car. He opens the door and takes out his car phone. He dials a number. 

Hart House 

Max is lighting the candles which he placed in candleholders on the counter when the telephone rings. He blows the match out.

"You'd think people would have somethin' better to do on a night like this than make prank phone calls," he mumbles to himself as he walks over to the phone.

"Hart Residence."

Front Gate

"Hello, this is Officer MacBride. I'm the officer who has been making my rounds every thirty minutes to make sure you and Mrs. Hart are safe. Everything is fine. I don't see Sorrentino lurking around here," Officer MacBride replies on his phone.

"Mrs. H will be more than pleased to hear that. She got another call from that jerk five minutes ago," Max replies.

"I know. Officer Ronald called and told me. That is why I am calling to let you know. I'll call you  immediately if I see anything out of the ordinary, Max. I have to get back on duty now to help in the manhunt."

"I wish you luck in findin' that creep. The further away he is from Mrs. H, the safer I'll feel."

"Thank you. We'll definitely need luck. Goodbye." He hangs up the receiver and gets into the vehicle. He starts the engine and drives off. Just as Officer MacBride is out of sight, Anthony Sorrentino suddenly appears out of nowhere. He looks after the officer with a mischievous grin on his face before he turns his attention towards the gate.

"And now Mrs. Hart, you will be my next and final victim. I wouldn't want to disappoint you." 

He smiles as he walks over to the front gate. 

Hart House

Jennifer is lying in bed her head against the pillows resting, her eyes half asleep. Max is downstairs in the kitchen finishing lighting the candles. He picks up one and carries it into the living room where he places it down on the coffee table. He goes back into the kitchen and picks up another candle along with a flashlight. Just as he is about to head out of the room, he hears a noise coming from outback. He turns the light switch off and blows out the candle after placing it on a counter top. He senses someone is outside. Anthony Sorrentino approaches a backdoor and sees the kitchen light is off. 

"Whoever you are give yourself up! You're trespassin' on private property!" Max yells from inside the kitchen. "I'm callin' the cops right now if you don't give yourself up.

There is silence. "All right. You asked for it, buster!" Max exclaims, turning on the flashlight. He walks over to the telephone and picks up the receiver. Just as he is about to dial the number of the police, Sorrentino cuts the telephone wires. Max realizes what happened when the telephone suddenly goes dead. Frightened he drops the receiver which hangs down from the hook. Before Max has a chance to react, Sorrentino has deactivated the burglar alarm and opened the back door with a key. 

"Max, why don't you turn the light switch back on so we both can see, huh?" he asks. "Turn it back on! Don't make me strangle you!" he shouts, losing his temper after receiving no response.

Max quickly turns the light switch back on. He sees before him Anthony Sorrentino standing in the doorway.

"Now, isn't that better?" he asks with a devilish grin. Sorrentino is wearing gloves and has the scarf with him that he uses to strangle his victims with. "Come over here, Max. No need to be nervous. I don't want to kill you. It is only Mrs. Hart I am interested in. Come now. Let's not be impolite and keep your employer waiting now, shall we?" he asks in a menacing tone.

Max walks over to him. He stares at him nervously. "Mrs. H will be more than willin' to give you her jewelry, Sorrentino. Just don't hurt her, please," Max says, pleading as tears come into his eyes.

"Mrs. H? Sounds like you and the Harts aren't so formal. Now, get that candleholder that is on the counter and hand it to me."

Max nods and walks over to the counter where he left the candleholder. He picks it up and hands it to Sorrentino. Sorrentino smiles at Max a few seconds.

"Thank you," Sorrentino replies with a grin. He then takes the candleholder and hits him in the stomach hard, causing Max unbearable pain. Max screams as he kneels down with his hand to his stomach. The flashlight falls to the floor. By now Freeway has heard what has happened downstairs. He wakes up and listens a few seconds before jumping off of the bed. He rushes out of the room as Jennifer is drifting off to sleep. 

"Get up!" Sorrentino orders Max. Max struggles to his feet. "Now I want you to sit down at the table in a chair.  If you ever think of trying to outsmart me, I'll make the pain you got now feel like a little stomach ache!"

Max sighs. He walks over to the table and takes a seat with Sorrentino watching him. "You might as well get comfortable because you're going to be seated at that table for a long time in the dark. Don't move from where you are. I won't hesitate to kill you if I have to."

Max looks at him with fear and alarm. He is already worn out from his ordeal with his attacker. "Not one word either. I want to surprise Mrs. Hart I am here."

"You're sick, you know that?" Max asks, quietly.

"Now that isn't any way to talk to company. You should know better working for a couple like the Harts. Haven't they taught you manners?"

"Yes, and the Harts have more class and manners than you'll ever have," Max replies with disgust.

"Hmm, well, we'll see about that," Sorrentino replies as Freeway comes running into the kitchen. He barks upon seeing an intruder.

"Freeway, be quiet," Max pleads, turning around to face the dog.

"Freeway, huh? That is quite a strange name for a dog I must say."

Airplane In Sky

Jonathan is glancing at his wristwatch while still sitting on the plane during the remainder of the flight. Time is 9:20.

"Ladies and gentlemen we'll be landing in Los Angeles on time as scheduled. I know this has been a rough flight with the weather and turbulence, but try to sit back and enjoy the rest of the flight. We'll be landing at Los Angeles International in about thirty minutes. Time is nine twenty so don't forget to set your wristwatch back three hours. The weather in Los Angeles is rain and thunder with winds up to 33 mph. I know you all have heard of that severe storm that has been predicted for days now. Fortunately for us we're going to land before the storm gets worse," the pilot says over the speakers.

"You can say that again," Jonathan says, heaving a sigh of relief that he and the rest of the passengers will be landing in Los Angeles safely before the storm gets worse.

Hart House

Sorrentino is carrying Freeway toward the backdoor as a fearful Max watches. He opens the door, places Freeway outside on the patio, and shuts the door locking it. He leaves Freeway outside in the rain. Freeway barks and begins to whimper, upset about being left out in the cold and rainy weather. 

Anthony Sorrentino approaches Max.

"You're all heart, you know that?" Max asks. "You're leavin' that poor pup out in the rain."

"Max, shut up! One more word from you old man, you're going to be sorry! Don't try my patience!" Sorrentino exclaims, losing his temper. Sorrentino pauses as he thinks for a moment. "As a matter of fact, I think you'd be better off where you'll be shut up. I can't take any chances of you trying to fight me off or of you running out to get the cops. No, I think I have a special place for you," Sorrentino replies as he rubs his chin, smiling. "Get up."

Without hesitation, Max gets up as he is told. Anthony Sorrentino pushes Max toward the door leading to a closet.  

"Get in there in the back and don't move!" Sorrentino orders him, firmly. Max walks all the way back into the closet. Sorrentino walks over to a box on the wall on the left. A sign reads, "ELECTRONIC SENTRY SYSTEM" on it. He opens the box and deactivates the security system. He closes the box. Sorrentino then walks out of the closet, shutting the door halfway. He walks over to a counter and places the candleholder down before picking up another candleholder with a candle lit. He walks over to the floor and picks up the flashlight. Sorrentino then proceeds back to the closet, opening the door, and going over to the box on the right. It is the fusebox. He opens it and turns the main circuit breakers to OFF causing the entire house to be covered in darkness once again.

"Now if you'll pardon me, I have a date with Mrs. Hart. I've been keeping her waiting long enough. I wouldn't want to disappoint her by making her wait any longer," Sorrentino tells Max, deviously. "That would be very rude and inconsiderate."

"You're a piece of work, Sorrentino," Max mumbles under his breath.

Sorrentino chuckles. "So long, old man," he replies as he waves a goodbye to Max. He walks out of the closet, shutting the door close. He walks over to the counter and blows out the rest of the candles, leaving the room in total darkness. Sorrentino heads toward the door leading to the living room.

Jennifer is sound asleep in the bed when she suddenly hears Freeway barking and whimpering. Jennifer is awakened by the noise the dog is making from outside.

"Freeway," Jennifer says, confused still half a sleep as she takes a moment to fully wake up and realize what is going on. Seeing all of the lights are out, Jennifer immediately notices something is not right. She senses that Anthony Sorrentino must have broken into the house. She reaches over to the table to feel for the telephone receiver. She finds it and picks it up to see if she can hear a dial tone. There is none. Her suspicions are confirmed!

"OH MY GOD!!!" Jennifer exclaims in alarm and fear, dropping the receiver to the ground. She feels for her crutches. She finds them. While trying to use the crutches, she is afraid there is no way she can see to help her move around in an attempt to get away from Anthony Sorrentino. She is trapped!

Downstairs Anthony Sorrentino has turned on his flashlight and is making his way toward the stairs in the foyer. Tiptoeing he makes his way up the stairs.  Halfway up the stairs Jennifer can see his shadow. She covers her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Tears stream down her face as she fears for her life. Thunder strikes again. After finally reaching the top of the stairs, Sorrentino walks onto the landing and proceeds to the Harts' bedroom. Jennifer lies on the bed with her legs hovering over the side of the bed as she waits breathlessly and nervously for Sorrentino to make his way into the room. Other than the rain, thunder, and Freeway's barking and whimpering there is silence. 

After an unbearable few more minutes, Sorrentino makes his way into the bedroom. Once in the doorway he shines his flashlight on Jennifer's face as she sits up frightened and terrified for her life. She puts her hand over her face to try to block out the light that is shining on her from the flashlight.

"Well, Mrs. Hart, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I had some business to do downstairs with your annoying servant and dog. I'm sorry I have kept you waiting."

"What have you done with Max and Freeway? What have you done to them?" Jennifer asks in a panic and fear evident in her voice.

"Max is shut up in the kitchen, and your dog is on the patio. I regretfully had to restrain them while I kept our appointment. Once I kill you, I'll let Freeway back in. As for Max, I haven't decided what to do with him. Perhaps I should kill him too, but with Mr. Hart on the way I don't think that is a wise decision."

"It is definitely not a wise decision. Jonathan is a very strong and forceful man. He won't let you get away with what you're planning to do. Once he comes home, you'll wish you had turned yourself in or picked some other helpless rich woman to torment and kill."

"That may be true, but I sure I am a lot smarter and cleverer than the great and wealthy Jonathan Hart. Look how far I have come in eluding the cops."

"You're a very clever and cunning man. You're good at doing what you do, but there have been many people who have underestimated my husband."

"Is that a threat?" Sorrentino asks, approaching her slowly.

"No, not at all. Just merely a caution and something for you to consider."

"I appreciate the warning, but it won't do any good. I'm going to kill you one way or another. Not even your husband will stop me."

"Would you like to lay money on that? Say, uh, about a thousand dollars worth?" Jennifer asks, trying her best to not let her nerves and fear get the best of her.

Sorrentino bursts out laughing. "You certainly do have a sense of humor. I can see why Jonathan Hart loves you very much. If you were my wife, I'd be just as protective of you as he is."

"How about we pretend you're my husband? Will that make you protective of me now?"

"No. There is nothing you can say that will talk me out of killing you."

"What if I let you have my jewelry including my wedding ring? And you can run away without me or Jonathan ever reporting you to the police? That way we both get something we want. You get jewelry, and we let you go free so I get to keep my life."

"No. But I think I will take my time before I kill you. You are a very attractive woman."

"How nice of you to notice," Jennifer replies, managing to fake a smile.

"Yes, my only regret is all of my victims weren't so beautiful and desirable as you are."

"Why are you tormenting me? You never tormented the other women you killed."

"You're very observant. I like that in a woman."

"This woman would like to know why she is being tormented if you don't mind me asking."

"No, not at all. I'd be more than happy to tell you. You see killing all these wealthy women had a purpose. I wanted to see if I could get away with killing them and stealing their jewelry without the cops ever catching me."

"You mean this has been nothing, but a game to you all of these weeks? To see if you could get away with not only theft, but murder?" Jennifer asks in shock.

"Now you're catching on," Sorrentio replies with a sly grin. "You see ever since I was a teenager, I've always been fascinated with the idea of committing the perfect crime or rather the perfect crimes. I decided to join the police force in Arizona to see how the law enforcement went about their daily activities seeking justice. I admit I was bored to death of seeking justice. Being an officer was against everything I ever believed in. Fighting against crime and seeking justice. Not to mention dangerous."

"I'm sure I'm going to regret hearing you explain how your life of crime is not dangerous."

"Because most cops I have known or have worked with weren't exactly what you would call a  genius when knowing how to commit a felony without getting caught or hurt."

"You never did answer my question."

"I'm getting into that now so be patient. I'm making an exception in your case because I want to see if the result is worth it."

"You certainly have some interesting views about crime and law," Jennifer replies, astounded at this man's behavior and twisted mind.

"A sergeant on the force said the same thing. I joined the force putting on an act as of a trustworthy and loyal police officer with only one motive in mind: seeking justice as to not arouse suspicion on the force so I would have plenty of time to learn the ropes. Once I learned the ropes and spent enough time being a dutiful and honest officer, I decided it was time to let loose. To set out to accomplish the mission I have longed for since my youth."

"That is why you started showing signs of abnormal behavior before you were let go," Jennifer replies. "You wanted to be discharged so you could commit these thefts and killings."

"I couldn't have explained it any better, Mrs. Hart," Sorrentino says, impressed. "And soon you'll be my last victim."

"Your last?" Jennifer asks, confused.

"Yes, I am getting bored with killing wealthy women here so I think I'll leave California and start somewhere fresh."

"Where are you planning on starting fresh?"

"Well, since you're going to die, I don't see why there is any harm in telling you where. South America is my next stop."

"South America? At least you'll be experiencing another country. You certainly have gumption."

"Flattering me isn't going to work, but I have to give you praise in trying. Killing you will definitely be worth it. You're the first victim who hasn't suffered from hysterics before I strangled her."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Definitely. Now shall we get down to business?"

"Why not? I wouldn't want you to keep you from accomplishing your mission. You're going to kill me anyway so why not do it now?" 

"You are a smart woman. I almost hate to kill you, but like you just said I have to accomplish my mission."

Anthony Sorrentino gives her a smile which Jennifer nervously returns. As he heads toward the dresser with his back towards her, Jennifer quickly snatches her crutches. Knowing she has to make a break for it and get away far as possible, she uses her crutches to hurry out of the room. She quietly limps out of the doorway and heads towards the stairs. Knowing the layout of her house she can manage to find her way around in the dark to her relief and surprise. Sorrentino smiles as he places the candleholder onto the dresser. 

"Now Mrs. Hart," Sorrentino replies as he turns to face her. His mouth falls open in shock upon discovering she had run away. He feels his temper boiling inside him. Furious and frustrated, he loses it. He smacks his hand down hard on the dresser. As he feels his temper getting more and more the best of him, he shoves all of the belongings on the dresser onto the floor as he lets out a scream.

"Now you're going to be sorry! No more Mr. Nice Guy I promise you, Jennifer Hart!!!!" Anthony Sorrentino shouts through gritted teeth. He rushes out of the room, hurrying after Jennifer.

Meanwhile Max is trying to feel his way out of the closet, hoping to get to a candle to get some light. He must find a way out in order to save Jennifer. He has been trying unsuccessfully ever since Sorrentino left the room. He manages to make his way to the circuit breaker box. He opens it. He starts to press a circuit, but stops himself realizing that he can't possibly find the right one in the dark. He sighs in frustration.

"There has got to be a way out of this closet!" Max exclaims in frustration. "If only I could see to get to Mrs. H."

Deciding to take a chance Max with all of his strength pushes his body against the door, forcing it open. He touches everything around the room trying to see if he can find his way out in the dark. Remembering where everything is, he feels his way with his hands and body searching for the door.

Meanwhile Jennifer is heading toward the front door with Sorrentino hurrying after her.  Just as she opens the front door and he is about to approach her, Max walks into the room.

"Don't lay a hand on her, Sorrentino!" Max orders, firmly.

Shocked Max managed to get out of the closet and find his way out of the kitchen, Sorrentino boiling with rage turns to face him.

"I warned you what would happen if you interfered! Now I'll have to kill you!" he shouts, his temper finally getting the best of him. Knowing her attempted killer is distracted, Jennifer uses it to her advantage. She hurries out of the house, limping so much that it is causing pain on her wounded ankle. As Sorrentino starts after her, Max grabs him by the shoulder and smacks him hard across the face. Furious Sorrentino smacks Max even harder. Max rubs his cheek as Sorrentino unexpectedly throws himself against him, knocking him off of his feet. The flashlight falls to the floor. 

"You come near me, you're dead, old man! This is what you get for not obeying my orders!" he shouts. With great force and strength he pulls Max up off of the floor by his shoulders. Aiming toward the table near the couch, he shoves Max against it. Max falls to the floor, his head hitting the side of the table. The impact knocks Max unconscious. "I'll kill you just as soon as I finish my business with your employer!" he bellows. He picks up the flashlight and rushes after Jennifer.

Los Angeles International Airport

Jonathan is getting into his car, the Rolls Royce Corniche. He closes the door, and starts the engine. He drives off driving fast with no regard to speed limit or weather conditions. Thunder is heard as he speeds away from Los Angeles International Airport.

Hart House

Jennifer is rushing away from Sorrentino while getting soaked from the downpour. She is heading towards the pool behind the back of the house. Sorrentino is catching up to her, not far behind.

A Street In Los Angeles

Jonathan is driving toward Bel Air. He picks up the mobile phone and dials 555-2929. He waits a few moments for his call to be answered. When he receives a busy signal, he becomes concerned. He then proceeds to dial the number of the police department. After waiting a few seconds, his call is answered.

"Hello, this is Jonathan Hart. Is Lieutenant Croyden in? He isn't?" Jonathan asks with disappointment. "I've just called my wife on the telephone. All I got is a busy signal. I think something is wrong. I've just left the airport and am heading toward our house now. Is Lieutenant Draper in?"

Hart House

Jennifer is getting exhausted and her ankle is in pain from trying to run so much. She stops a moment. Catching her breath, she rests her foot.  She looks over her shoulder and sees Sorrentino is getting much closer. Reluctantly she continues hurrying on as she limps in pain. After a few more moments with her ankle in such unbearable pain, she fears she won't be able to escape.

"Oh no!" Jennifer exclaims in tears. She looks around desperately for a place to hide. Before she can decide what to do, Sorrentino comes up from behind her and pushes her to the ground. Helpless and with no way out, Jennifer decides to fake unconsciousness. Smiling, deviously and thinking he has won, Sorrentino takes out the scarf from his pocket.  Jennifer, without warning, lifts her good foot. As hard as she can with all her strength and force, hits Sorrentino in the eye. Taken off guard, he puts his hand up to his eye, yelling from the pain he is feeling. As Sorrentino backs away from her, Jennifer picks herself up with the aid of her crutches. She turns around, facing Sorrentino. Jennifer smiles as she removes a crutch from underneath that same foot. She holds onto the other crutch tightly with her hand. Taking the crutch she is holding, aims it at Sorrentino. Before Sorrentino can react and realize what is happening, the crutch strikes him, causing him to fall on his back. 

Jennifer picks up her crutch and places it underneath her arm before Sorrentino can pick himself up. Still limping she hurries away before her attacker can take her down again. Within a few seconds Sorrentino picks himself up and runs after Jennifer determined to kill her no matter what it takes.

Street In Los Angeles

Lieutenant Draper along with Officer Ronald are rushing toward the Harts' home in their police car along with five other police cars behind them. They are heading down a street. Reaching a traffic light they are forced to slam on their brakes. There is a long line of cars ahead of them sitting completely still. Up a head of all the other cars are two ambulances and  another police car. A thunderbird is damaged up beyond repair on the side of the street. A sports car is being towed away while a young woman and man in their thirties are being carried into an ambulance. Being at the back of the line of cars, the lieutenant and members of his police force can not see how serious the injuries are. Lieutenant Draper sighs and picks up their mobile car phone. Unfortunately the phone is dead. The lieutenant hangs up the receiver and looks to the other officer with grave concern.

"The phone is dead, Ronald. I can't get through. We better hope and pray that we can make it in time to save Jennifer's life. If not, Jonathan is her only hope."

Highway In Los Angeles 

Jonathan is driving down a busy highway in Los Angeles. The thunder starts to make its presence known every minute now as he continues heading toward his house. Jonathan picks up the car mobile phone and dials his home number. Once again all he hears is a busy signal. Frustrated he hangs up the receiver and continues the drive as tears come into his eyes. Tears stream down his face as he worries about Jennifer's fate and his future. Would he have a future with his wife or would he be single? Jennifer had faced a kidnapping, two women who had a crush on him that went to any lengths to try to get her out of the way, and a man from her past that attempted to kill her because he held her responsible for his time in prison. But during those dangerous times, Jonathan had never been far away from her. How could he let her talk him into going to Miami while a killer was on the loose? He knew one thing was for certain that no matter what the future held in store, he would see to it that Anthony Sorrentino would face prison somehow someday! No one was going to harm his wife without paying for it! Jennifer was his life. He could not imagine his life without her. He knew Jennifer felt the same.

Hart House

Jennifer is hiding behind the bushes facing the pool. She is lying down on her back motionless, keeping quiet.  She feels a severe headache coming on. Adrenaline is beginning to start in her body because of  her situation. She begins to sweat and feel her heartbeat pounding. Tears stream down her face, and she finds herself feeling even more anxious. As Jennifer continues to hide an idea springs to mind! If she could make it past the gate, maybe she could get help. Oh, how she wished Jonathan would come home immediately! Sorrentino is walking around slowly looking over the grounds to see if he can find Jennifer. He is getting more impatient as he continues to look for her with no luck. Sorrentino is so discouraged and angry, he feels his temper will get the best of him. He stops walking. To Jennifer's shock and fear, she sees from the bushes Sorrentino stomp his foot as he lets out a scream.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!! I PROMISE!!!" he yells. "JENNIFER HART, COME OUT FROM WHEREVER YOU'RE HIDING!!!! NOW!!!!!" he shouts from the top of his lungs. As he looks around to see if Jennifer is going to give herself up, he still doesn't see any sign of her. "ALL RIGHT!!!! YOU WANT TO DO THIS THE HARD WAY, FINE! I'M WARNING YOU THOUGH THAT THE MOMENT I SEE YOU, YOU'RE GOOD AS DEAD!!! YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU HAD LET ME STRANGLE YOU WHILE WE WERE UP IN THE BEDROOM!!! YOU WON'T BE A PRETTY SIGHT ONCE YOUR HUSBAND COMES HOME AND FINDS YOU DEAD!!!" he shouts. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE!!!!"

Jennifer reaches over to her other hand and feels for her wedding ring. She finds it. Quickly as possible she takes it off. She sees Anthony Sorrentino heading toward the garden away from the pool area. With all the strength she has, throws the ring towards his direction. It lands behind him. Sorrentino stops dead in his tracks upon hearing the noise. Puzzled he turns around him to see what it was he heard that was thrown. Looking down he finds the ring. His anger becomes one of delight upon finding the ring. As Sorrentino looks down at the ring, Jennifer picks up her crutches. Using them to pull herself off of her feet, she manages to lift herself up. Without looking at her assailant, Jennifer takes off toward the front gate. Sorrentino picks up the ring and looks over it without even stopping to glance at Jennifer who is across from him in plain sight. 

As Jennifer continues to hold onto her crutches while hurrying toward the front gate through the driveway, Sorrentino happens to look up and sees her. Holding onto the ring, he takes after her, with fury in his eyes. A look of madness is on his face. Hearing his footsteps behind her, Jennifer in an attempt to run faster lets go of a crutch, dropping it to the pavement. She carries on faster while holding onto the crutch that she needs to support her injured ankle.

A Street In Los Angeles

Jonathan is driving down a street. He turns left onto North Beverly Glen Boulevard.

Hart House 

Meanwhile inside the house, Max is coming around. Slowly he picks himself off of the floor. He places his hand on the side of his head where the impact left a huge bruise.

"Oh!" Max exclaims, feeling a massive and painful headache coming on. "That Sorrentino knows how to knock a man out cold," he says, heaving a sigh. He is exhausted, the ordeal took a lot out of him. "Think it is about time I take karate lessons." Freeway is still howling and whimpering.

Driveway

Jennifer is halfway down the driveway as Sorrentino continues chasing her. By now he is catching up to her. Glancing over her shoulder, Jennifer sees he is not far behind her. By now she is scared to death to the point that saving herself is the only thing that matters. She feels her blood pumping and ready to take whatever action necessary to keep herself from getting killed. She is finds herself forgetting all about the pain and the ankle. All is on her mind is staying alive, getting past the gate, and getting help. Without realizing it, she lets go of her crutch and runs off, her ankle in even more pain. Sorrentino is taken by surprise at this new turn of events. Jennifer is running faster then he is. By now Anthony Sorrentino has taken all he can stand. He is fuming. He begins running as fast as his prey. He will not allow Jennifer Hart to escape unharmed. They now reach the bridge. The chase continues. Jennifer is exhausted and breathing heavily. Her foot is getting ready to give out on her. She is so concerned about surviving she does not feel the agonizing pain. Her eyes and focus are on the gate up ahead. 

Fortunately the gate isn't much further from the bridge as she and her attacker are halfway across the bridge. Jennifer begins breathing heavier, and she becomes dizzy. She looks as if she is going to collapse any minute. Sorrentino notices this, and a grin crosses his face.  Finally they reach the gate. Sorrentino is only a few feet away from her. Suddenly the gate opens, and Jonathan's car pulls through. Jennifer is so dizzy that she can't react now. Everything around her appears to be spinning. Seeing his wife is almost upon him, he slams on the brakes to avoid hitting her. Sorrentino takes off back toward the house now, knowing he is no match for Jonathan Hart. Jonathan throws open the door and hurries over to Jennifer. As he approaches her, she is about to collapse, her foot finally giving out on her. He catches her in time as her worn out and unconscious body falls into his arms. Tears streaming down his face, he puts an arm around his wife. He wraps his arms around her, hugging her, not wanting to let her go. 

After a few moments, he pulls himself together. He knows he has to get her back to the house and find out all that has happened during his absence. Pulling Jennifer over his shoulder, he hurries over to the passenger side of the car. He opens the door. Gently and slowly, he pulls her off of his shoulder, placing her in the seat. He slams the door and hurries over to his side of the vehicle. He gets in and shuts the door. He looks over at Jennifer who is still unconscious. With tears still in his eyes, he leans over and kisses her on the cheek. He starts the engine. Jonathan drives off toward the house, driving fast, but at a safe pace. As Jonathan reaches the house, the front door opens. Max rushes out.

"Mr. H, what happened? Is she all right?" Max asks with fear in his voice as he reaches the vehicle.

"She was running toward the gate just as I pulled in. She collapsed. Call a doctor," Jonathan says as he gets out of the car.

"I can't. That Sorrentino guy cut the telephone wires and turned off all of the lights."

"Are there any lights on at all?" Jonathan asks concerned as he heads toward the passenger side.

"Yeah, just the candles in the livin' room. That jerk took the flashlight. Thanks to him I have a headache that will last a month."

"How badly are you hurt? Do we need to get you an ambulance?" Jonathan asks as he opens the door.

"Nah, other than a bruise and this headache, I'm good. It would take more than this in order for me to need medical attention. Let's just focus on gettin' Mrs. H well," Max replies as he walks over to help his employer. Together they pull Jennifer out of the seat with their hands. Jonathan puts his arm around his wife's shoulder while Max puts his arm around Jennifer's other shoulder. Together they carry her to the house.  As they make it to the door, Sorrentino can be seen hiding outside the guesthouse on the other side of the main house. He has turned off the flashlight. Walking into the foyer, Jonathan and Max carry Jennifer into the living room. Upon reaching the nearest couch, they place her on her back. 

"I'll call Dr.  Roberts on the car phone," Jonathan says. He has no sooner gotten the words out when he and Max hear a car engine start. Jonathan rushes out of the house, leaving Max to watch over Jennifer. Upon reaching the outside, he sees Anthony Sorrentino is driving away in the Corniche. Anger crosses Jonathan's face. He hurries back into the house. He picks up a candleholder from the coffee table and rushes into the kitchen. Jonathan makes toward a drawer and opens it. He finds the car key he is looking for and hurries toward a backdoor. He flings open the door and sees Freeway looking up at him. Freeway barks and wags his tail, delighted that his daddy is finally home. Jonathan is taken by surprise to find the dog outside in the pouring rain.

"Freeway!" he exclaims. "Go inside, boy," Jonathan tells him gently as he places the candleholder down on the table on the patio. Freeway barks and rushes into the house through the doorway. Jonathan rushes off toward a garage. 

A Street In Bel Air

 Anthony Sorrentino is speeding away in the Hart vehicle, just a short distance from their residence. After a minute of driving ahead, Jonathan is right behind him, driving in the station wagon. Sorrentino catches sight of Jonathan in the rear view mirror. He increases the speed to the point of danger. Jonathan increases his speed as well. Enraged at Sorrentino for tormenting and attempting to kill his wife, Jonathan is not going to allow him to run away from facing punishment once and for all! All of a sudden lightning strikes, and the rain begins pouring down even harder.  Sorrentino and Jonathan both slow down a bit. Both men put on their windshield wipers as the chase drags on. After coming to an end of the street, Sorrentino  turns the corner. Jonathan does the same. Sorrentino looks over in the rear view mirror to see how far Jonathan is behind him. He is only inches behind him.

Lightning strikes as thunder echoes in the dark sky above in the city of Los Angeles. Sorrentino is so distracted by Jonathan pursuing him he has neglected to watch where he is going. His eyes are completely on the station wagon behind him. Just as they reach near the end of another street, a car appears in front of the Corniche. Jonathan gasps as he sees the car. Just as Jonathan is about to hit the horn as a warning to Sorrentino to look out, Sorrentino manages to see the car. The driver of the other vehicle, and Jonathan manage to slam on their brakes. Sorrentino tries to step on the brakes to avoid an oncoming collision, but he loses control of the vehicle. The car heads directly toward a lamppost causing the vehicle to crash. The car comes to a complete standstill.  The windshield and windows shatter into pieces. The other driver and Jonathan pull up to the damaged Corniche.  The other driver pulls down his window halfway, and Jonathan does the same.

"What happened?" the driver asks, an older gentleman in his mid 70s.

"You might say we were acting out our version of the famous chase scene from Bullitt," Jonathan replies with a smile.

"Huh?" the man asks with confusion on his face.

"That man is a wanted criminal. His name is Anthony Sorrentino. He tried to kill my wife. Would you please call the police? I’ll call an ambulance."

The gentleman immediately picks up the receiver of his car mobile phone and dials the operator. "Mobile operator, get me the police." He rolls up his window as he carries on talking. Jonathan looks over to see how seriously injured Sorrentino is. He has a head wound, and blood pouring down from his forehead from the injury. There are severe cuts on his face. He appears to be alive, but he is unconscious. His head is against the side of the window. 

"Not that you can hear me, Sorrentino," Jonathan shouts from his seat, looking through his windshield, "But just so you know, I'm adding assault and attempted murder to your already impressive list of charges. You don't have to worry about handing over my wife's wedding ring. I’ll see about getting that myself," Jonathan finishes with a grin of satisfaction. 

Hart House Hour Later

The storm has managed to calm down for a while by now. Bad lightning is still striking, and thunder is heard. All of the lights inside the house are back on. Max managed to turn the main circuit breakers back on.  Jennifer is lying on the sofa with her foot propped up and iced. She has regained consciousness, but she is feeling the pain that increased during her narrow escape. She is just wearing a robe and slippers. Her hair is still wet, and she is warming herself with her hands. Her hair is wrapped in a towel. A fire has been lit in the fireplace. Max is seated on a bar stool across from her, holding an ice pack against his head. Freeway is laying on the floor near Jennifer, shivering and wet.

"Are you all right, Max?" Jennifer asks.

"I'm fine, Mrs. H. Like I told Mr. H, it would take more than being knocked out for me to seek medical attention. How are you feelin'?"

"I'm going to live. Thank you, Max. Let's just say this isn't one of my better days," Jennifer says.

"That makes three of us or I should say four of us countin' Freeway."

"Freeway, sweetheart," Jennifer says, looking down at the dog, "when I think of you outside on the patio in the cold rain."

Just then the front door opens, and Jonathan walks in. Jonathan and Jennifer instantly look at each other. Jonathan closes the front door without taking his eyes off of his wife. They look at each other for a few moments as they both feel the same emotions. Jonathan walks into the room, standing motionless and speechless, as he and Jennifer both continue staring at each other for a few more moments without making a sound. Jonathan finally walks over to Jennifer. He gets down on his knees in front of the couch and embraces her as she puts both of her arms around her husband's back. They break down in tears.

"I was afraid I was going to lose you," Jonathan says.

"I was afraid I was going to lose you too, darling," Jennifer replies. "What happened with Sorrentino?"

"He crashed our Corniche. He has some severe injuries, but he is going to live. Darling, I have something for you," Jonathan says with a smile as he pulls out of the embrace. He reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out the wedding ring. Jennifer smiles upon seeing the ring. She holds out her finger. Jonathan takes the ring and places it on her finger where it once was before. "Our Corniche can be replaced, but just like you, the ring is one of a kind."

"Oh, Jonathan, what a touching sentiment!" Jennifer exclaims, looking at the ring.

"Darling, from here out on whatever the future holds for us, I'm not leaving you alone for anymore trips, personal or business! What do you say?"

"Well, I personally wouldn't have it any other way," Jennifer replies with a smile, seductively.

Jonathan smiles and leans over locking her into a passionate kiss. They close their eyes, and Jennifer embraces her husband. 

Santa Monica Several Weeks Later

One morning Jonathan is driving with Jennifer in their Mercedes in Santa Monica. Jennifer has her eyes closed. They are driving towards the famous Santa Monica Beach.

"Jonathan, are we about there?" Jennifer asks, impatiently.

"You know what they say, darling. Patience is a virtue," Jonathan replies with a smile.

"So is nourishment," Jennifer responds with a grin.

"We're about there I promise."

"What is so special about this restaurant that you want to be a surprise?"

"I can't say. It'll spoil the surprise."

"Oh, come on, darling. Just one hint."

"All right. One hint. It's facing the beach," Jonathan replies with a chuckle.

"Oh, that was a real helpful hint."

Jonathan makes a turn, and they reach their destination. 

"All right, darling. We're here, but keep your eyes closed."

Jonathan puts the car into park. He turns off the engine and gets out of the car. He walks over to the passenger's side of the vehicle. Taking Jennifer's hand, he helps her out. Holding onto her hand and guiding her so she won't fall, he leads her along the way until they reach the beach.

"Is that waves I hear?" Jennifer asks with a smile.

"You guessed it. You can open your eyes. We're ready, Max!" Jonathan shouts. Jennifer opens her eyes. To her surprise she sees a table with two chairs standing upright in the middle of the Santa Monica Beach facing the ocean. Max pours a tropical smoothie into two champagne glasses. On the table is silverware, napkins, a dish at each end of the table, and other dishes that contain the Harts' breakfast: mango, pineapple, a papaya fruit, fried plantain, tropical muesli, bananas, croissants, muffins, and nuts.

"Will that be all, Mr. H?" Max asks as he places the pitcher down.

"Yes, thank you, Max."

Max walks away enjoying a stroll on the beach. Jonathan and Jennifer walk over to the table. Jonathan holds the chair for his wife as she takes a seat. Jonathan walks over to the chair across from her and takes a seat.

"How come we're the only ones here on a Saturday morning?" Jennifer asks.

"I had the beach closed just for this morning so we could enjoy our breakfast together alone and to make our own special ambience."

"You know what I think of my surprise breakfast?" Jennifer asks as she and Jonathan place a napkin on their laps.

"I can guess, but tell me anyway," Jonathan replies.

"This is definitely what I would call an exciting and memorable breakfast," Jennifer replies with a smile.

"I wanted to make up for you not being able to experience Miami Beach," Jonathan says as he picks up his silverware.

"I never would have guessed that," Jennifer replies, teasing as she picks up her silverware.

"We're still missing the best part."

"Oh? Looks like everything is here," Jennifer says, looking at the food. 

"Darling, I wasn't talking about food," Jonathan replies.

"I didn't think so," Jennifer says with a grin, looking her husband in the eye. "What is the best part?"

"This," Jonathan replies with a sly smile. He rises from his seat and reaches over to kiss her. After a few more moments, they pull out of the kiss. "Now that is the way to start breakfast," he replies, seductively.

"I certainly couldn't agree more, darling," Jennifer replies seductively with a smile. 

"If you don't need me for anythin' else, I  have plans for the day," Max says, approaching them.

"Have a good time with whoever the lucky lady is, Max," Jennifer replies, facing him.

"Oh, it ain't a dame, Mrs. H."

"Cooking classes or going to the racetrack?" Jonathan asks.

"Nope. You both lose."

"I give up. What are your plans for today?" Jennifer asks.

"I decided I should take up Karate. See you this evenin'," Max tells them. He walks away, leaving the Harts alone speechless at what he just told them.

"KARATE?!!!" Jonathan and Jennifer both exclaim in shock as they look at each other, trying to figure out what led Max to sign up for those classes.