Video Kill

17


Sunday, August 1





Brother was scowling as he climbed the stairs to his quarters. He had just come from brunch at the Crestview Hotel, and the experience had been most unpleasant. First there had been some confusion with the name on his reservation. It had taken a discreetly folded bill to the maître d’ to secure a table. After he’d been seated, several people he hadn’t recognized had stopped by his table to chat. It had obviously been a case of mistaken identity on their part, but the whole thing had been distressing. Even though the food had been excellent and the service exemplary, Brother knew he wouldn’t brunch at the Crestview again. Now he needed to put the annoying experience behind him and concentrate on the work to be done.

Brother poured himself a glass of Perrier and settled down in front of the monitor in the screening room. As he searched tonight’s movie for the scene he needed, Hitchcock himself appeared on the screen. He was walking down the street in this cameo appearance. Brother snorted slightly as he hit the fast-forward button. The conceit of the Englishman was appalling. He’d taken in everyone with that story of why he’d appeared in The Lodger. According to Hitchcock, he’d needed more extras, and he’d stepped into the scene himself rather than wait for them to arrive. From that day on, the audience had expected to see Hitchcock in every film he’d directed, and he had jumped at the prospect, making appearances in thirty-five of his features. His films had suffered because of it. Of course Hitchcock had staunchly maintained that he appeared early in his films so he wouldn’t distract the viewers, but that was ridiculous, another case where Hitchcock’s colossal vanity had overridden his integrity as a director.

As he continued to fast-forward, Brother thought about Hitchcock’s cameo in Psycho. The rotund director had been standing outside the realty office, easily recognizable. In Strangers on a Train he’d boarded the express carrying a double bass, and in Frenzy he had played the part of a spectator at the opening rally. It was impossible to miss him in any of his cameos. There was always an excited murmuring from the audience when he appeared on the screen.

For one brief moment Brother wondered if he wasn’t making the same mistake as the British director. It was true that he had appeared in every segment of his own film. But his own appearances were a necessary part of the story. Unlike Hitchcock, he was totally unrecognizable, therefore no one would be distracted by watching for him. It was the primary reason he’d worn the executioner’s costume.

Tonight’s film was a challenge. Brother considered it one of Hitchcock’s best efforts. It had been remade in 1960 by director Ralph Thomas, but that had been wasted effort with the exception of the excellent color cross-country photography. At the time, several critics had spouted that no one could remake Hitchcock, and Brother intended to prove them wrong. Naturally, he admired Hitchcock’s concept of sudden switches in the action, but the way he’d jumped from one scene to the next had been so overdone that the film became choppy. Brother intended to correct that error in his segment. He would keep Hitchcock’s richness of detail and his undeniable sense of the macabre, but Brother’s segment would flow smoothly to its inevitable conclusion.

The sky was beginning to darken when Brother had finished his preparations for the segment he was shooting tonight. He would treat himself to a leisurely dinner. Then it would be time to make personal contact with his star. Her career was fading because of a problem with alcohol, which he intended to use to his advantage. She wouldn’t be able to refuse his offer of a drink.

As he switched on the light over his desk and examined the glossy publicity photo that had been distributed by the talent agency, Brother felt an overwhelming excitement. His newest actress fit all his requirements. If Daniele Renee knew how famous she’d be by tomorrow morning, she’d be overcome with gratitude.





Allison was in the middle of Marnie when she heard the front door open. She jotted down the time on the back page of her notebook, a quarter past five, and hit the pause button.

“Tony? Is that you?”

“It’s me.” Tony appeared in the doorway. “How are you coming with those Hitchcock movies?”

Allison swallowed hard before she answered. Tony looked so tired her heart went out to him, but she quickly steeled herself. He was tired because he’d been spending time with another woman.

“I have four to go.”

“You’re kidding!”

Tony rushed over to kiss her, and Allison had all she could do not to kiss him back. She knew she had to maintain her distance or she’d never get the answers to the questions she’d decided to ask.

“How could you finish so many, Allison? There aren’t enough hours in the day.”

“You forget I’m a Hitchcock fan. I know some of these films so well, all I had to do was glance at them to get the information you wanted.”

Tony gave her an affectionate pat on the head and stepped back. He hadn’t even noticed the lack of enthusiasm in her kiss.

“I’m beat, honey. Can you make me a sandwich? Then I’m going straight to bed to sleep for a couple of hours. I have to meet Erik at the office at eight. We’ll be working all night.”

Allison felt like refusing, but her old nurturing instincts were too strong. She got up and went to the kitchen to make Tony’s sandwich as he followed along behind her.

“Aren’t you going to ask how my mother is?”

“Sure, honey. I’m so tired I forgot to mention it. How’s she doing?”

Allison bit back her angry retort. Tony didn’t even care enough to ask.

“She’s fine. They think they’ve got her medication stabilized. Did you send a check for her bill last month? The bookkeeper stopped me this morning and said they hadn’t received it.”

“I knew there was something I forgot.” Tony groaned. “Tell them I’m sorry. I’ll put it in the mail tomorrow.”

Allison wavered slightly in her resolve. Tony looked genuinely contrite, but this was the perfect opportunity to ask about their finances. She cut a thick slice of roast beef, put it on a plate, and faced him again.

“There’s enough money in the bank to cover the check, isn’t there, Tony?”

“Sure, honey.” Tony nibbled on a piece of cheese. “Remember when I told you I’d made some investments? Well, they worked out even better than I’d hoped. There’s no problem with money. No problem at all.”

Allison wasn’t willing to let it go so easily, now that she had him talking. She had to know more about their finances. She put on her most helpful smile and looked up at him innocently.

“I know you’re really busy, Tony. Why don’t you leave me the checkbook, and I’ll send out the payments.”

“No! Thanks anyway, honey, but if I pay the bills myself, it’s a lot easier for me at tax time. I’d rather have you concentrate on those Hitchcock films.”

Tony realized his excuse was weak, but he sure as hell didn’t want Allison to see the balance in their checkbook. He had to change the subject quick, before she noticed how her suggestion had upset him.

“Oh, that reminds me, honey.” Tony cleared his throat. “I got a call last week about the Hitchcock research. They want me to give them what I’ve got so far. I’ll take your notes with me tonight and print them out at the office.”

“But my notes are a mess.” Allison frowned. “Can’t they wait until I’m finished?”

“I guess not. Their deadline’s been pushed up, and they need to start compiling the data.”

“Well, okay. Maybe I can finish it tonight, if I really work at it. Will tomorrow afternoon be soon enough?”

Tony winced. He really hated to put pressure on Allison, but Sam really needed that list.

“It’ll be super, honey.” Tony reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. “I know it was wrong to dump all this on you at the last minute.”

Allison turned just as Tony put a cigarette in his mouth. The timing couldn’t be better for her next question. She was grateful for the years of acting lessons that enabled her to assume a guileless expression and hide her inner anger.

“Let me light your cigarette, Tony. I want to try your new lighter.”

Tony fumbled in his pocket again and came up empty-handed. He’d been so busy, he’d forgotten to buy a new lighter to replace the one that Allison had given him. He had to think up something in a hurry.

“Sorry, honey. It’s at the office. I used it all afternoon while I was working at the computer.”

Allison slapped a slice of tomato on Tony’s sandwich with more force than was necessary and handed the plate to him. She knew exactly where Tony had left his lighter, but this wasn’t the time for ugly confrontations. She’d thought the whole situation through quite rationally this afternoon. She would give Tony enough rope to hang himself before she made any direct accusations.

Allison was so quiet, Tony began to get nervous. There was no possible way she could know that he’d given Ginger the lighter.

“I’ve been thinking, honey. I know I haven’t been a good husband lately, but this rough time is almost over. Just as soon as we turn in the first part of the script to Alan, I can relax a little and spend more time with you. I’ve missed you.”

Allison began to waver again, and when Tony held out his arms, she moved close and let him hold her. She wanted to believe him. She needed to believe him.

“Just hang on, honey. Things’ll get back to normal soon, I promise. I know I’ve been a real louse the past couple of weeks, but you still love me anyway, don’t you?”

“Yes, Tony. I still love you anyway.”

Allison turned away and blinked back tears as she realized that it was the truth. She’d always love Tony, even if he had a mistress. And she’d still love him even if, as Erik so wrongly suspected, he was the Video Killer. She couldn’t turn off her love the way she shut off the kitchen faucet. It just wasn’t that easy. She could disapprove of Tony’s actions, and even despise the new qualities that had surfaced in his personality, but she couldn’t stop loving him.

“Eat your sandwich, Tony.” Allison gave him a little hug before she stepped back. “And then you’d better go straight to bed if you want to get any sleep at all.”

“I wish hugging you could take the place of eating and sleeping.” Tony flashed his old grin at her. “Do you think it’d work?”

“I don’t think so.” Allison smiled back. “Go on, Tony. You don’t have much time left.”

As soon as Tony had gone into the bedroom and shut the door, Allison went back to her movie. She was about to start watching Marnie again when the doubts hit her. Tony’s affection was sincere, she was sure of it. But she dialed the office anyway.

“Erik? I’m glad I caught you. Will you look on Tony’s desk and see if his lighter is there? It’s just like the one you borrowed from the girl at Donny’s.”

“Sure, Allison. Hold on a second and I’ll go look.”

As she waited, Allison could feel her heart pounding in her chest. If Tony’s lighter was at the office, all her fears would be groundless.

“Allison?” Erik’s voice came back on the line. “Sorry, but I couldn’t find it. There’s nothing on Tony’s desk except a book of matches from the Traveler Motel on Fairfax.”

Allison was just struggling to find her voice to thank him when Erik spoke again.

“I’m afraid I’ve got bad news, Allison. I called UCLA about the Hitchcock project Tony has you working on. They referred me to about six different extensions, but nobody knows anything about it.”

“You’re sure?”

Erik’s voice was full of sympathy when he answered her.

“Yes, Allison. I’m sure. I’m afraid it’s another one of Tony’s lies.”