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"The Vanishing" 1993
Thirty-seven minutes and 15 seconds.
I must stay within a 30-mile area of the cabin.
Excuse me, miss. Yes, I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm-- I'm looking for the post office.
You are? Well--
You-- Would you like me to give you a lift? Hmm? What?
Please.
Oh! Shit.
Okay.
Relax.
In the pocket.
Uh--
Excuse me. I just-- I just--
Hi, Dad!
- What are you reading? - Nothing.
'Wuthering Heights''?
Catherine, is it not sufflcient that while you are at peace...
I shall writhe in the torments of hell?
Denise.
It's romantic.
If they can put it in a book, it's not romantic.
Romance has to be secret.
Do you have a girlfriend?
I mean, flxing the cabin.
I'm not stupid, you know.
I wouldn't blame you for cheating on Mother.
Now, that's not a nice thing to say now, is it?
Got your nose.
Haven't you ever played ''Got Your Nose''?
Now, don't make a face when you see it.
You have to imagine it all flxed up.
Daddy? How many stars are there?
They're inflnite.
There're so many and so far away...
that they can't be counted.
You'd never get to the end.
- Ever? - Ever.
You hungry?
Open the picnic basket.
Shh, shh. It's all right. It's all right. They're only spiders.
They can't hurt you.
Huh?
Hey, Barney.
Hi, Stan!
Stan, were you here at your place last night?
Yeah. Why?
I thought I heard screams...
like a child.
I didn't hear a thing.
Have a nice day!
Excuse me, miss. Can you tell me how to get to the post offlce?
Oh, yeah, sure.
Well, you go straight down like about a mile, and it's just off Hanley, on the right.
Hanley. That's what I couldn't remember.
Thank you. Are you going that way?
- Here's my car. I can give you a lift. - Oh, no, it's okay.
Excuse me.
Hmm.
3:05.
One-eighty.
- Excuse me, miss? - Go away.
- Miss, can you tell me how to get-- - Look, don't bother me!
3:44.
Ninety-flve.
Are you having an affair?
I love you.
I love Denise.
Look, I know you think restoring this cabin is a crazy idea...
but what if it's not?
What if I'm learning about myself as I go...
realizing that if I can do this, I can do anything?
so I take a step.
I think, is this crazy? Should I stop?
And then I think... not yet.
There's always time to turn back...
if I want to...
so I take another step...
and another...
until one day I'll realize that...
I've crossed that line and there's no turning back.
Come on. Let's get out ofhere.
What do you mean? This is it. This is what we came for.
- Let's just go. -Just relax, Diane.
We didn't drive all the way from Seattle just to turn around and go back home.
Please!
So where you wanna go?
Nowhere. It's flne.
- Don't sulk. - I'm not sulking.
We're on vacation.
Okay.
There must be other national disaster areas that we can go to.
- What was that? - It was nothing.
- Oh, come on! No! - Shit!
Shit!
I don't beIieve this. I toId you over an hour ago that we needed gas.
- It happened, okay? It happened. - No, it's not okay.
Why are you getting so upset?
Because nobody can see us untiI they are right on top of us.
Why didn't you stop? We passed 1 0 places!
They can see us flne, okay, Diane?
Oh, God!
Oh, God. No!
-Just calm down. - I can't!
No! Should we push it?
- No. Come on. Let's go. - Oh, no--
- The flashlight. Wait a minute. I'll get the flashlight. -Jesus Christ, Di!
- WeII, flnd it. - What are you gonna do with a flashlight?
- Stay away from me. You go. - You're never gonna flnd anything in that mess.
- I'm going. -Jeff, I'll flnd it!
I'm going!
Jeff. Jeff, don't leave me alone!
Diane?
Look, I shouIdn't have Ieft you. I Iost my head.
I don't know why I did it.
I Iove you.
I'm sorry.
- That's, uh, 15 bucks. - Thanks.
There.
Okay. Let's go home.
No. Park the car.
Park the car.
What?
Now, repeat after me.
- I--
- I... - I...
-Jeff Harriman... -Jeff Harriman...
swear that the wonderful...
the exquisite and sweet--
the exquisite and potentially sweet--
the always sweet Diane Shaver...
will never be left by me again.
Till death do us part.
Well, that makes it feel so offlcial.
- I love you. - I love you.
- You all right? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, God. I forgot I have a present for you.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
This is great.
I was gonna give it to you tonight under the stars, but--
I screwed it up.
''Forever, Diane.'' I don't smoke.
It's for you to light my cigarette until I quit.
- What are you doing? - I'm gonna drive, okay?
- Okay. - But I have to go to the bathroom flrst.
You want anything to drink? Do you want a sody pop or a cold beer?
- Beer. That'd be great, yeah.
Diane.
What the hell is taking her so long?
Ah, the keys.
- Diane? - Hey, this is the ladies room!
Diane!
I'm looking for my girlfriend. She came in here to buy a beer. Look, I've got a picture.
I just took this today. This is exactly what she's wearing.
- Yes, I did see her. - When?
About a half hour ago. About that.
- she was over there by the Lotto machine. - By the Lotto machine.
Was she alone? Did she talk to anyone?
- You know how many people pass through here? - Buddy, no cuttin' in line.
Maybe someone can help me. My girlfriend's disappeared. Has anybody seen her?
Please, ma'am. Please.
- Mm-mmm. - Anybody.
We puIIed in here and we got some gas.
We then parked over in that space right there.
she came into the store to get some beer, and that's when she disappeared.
Have you had a flght recently?
It wasn't really a flght. It was like a thing.
- A thing? - Yeah, a thing. Don't you have a girlfriend?
Yeah.
And if I think something's just a thing...
you can bet your life that she thinks it's a flght.
I'II make a report in the meantime, but give it 24 hours.
No, you listen to me! She has disappeared. Something has happened to her.
Do you understand me? It's not about some fuckin' lovers' quarrel!
I strongly urge you to move your face back to where it was.
Now, I know you're upset...
and if I receive any information that indicates foul play...
I will proceed accordingly...
but for right now you just better go home.
That's it? Okay.
Oh, God.
I had him in my class, and he was a complete failure.
Well, I know, but Carl's not a total lost cause.
Please, I just-- Look, he put up a new one.
I heard him on taIk radio.
You know, every few months he repIaces the posters.
Every 30 days. You can set your watch by it.
He must have loved her very much.
Hmm. I do admire his perseverance.
- Night of the living dead. - Oh. I'll get him.
This is your second double this week. When did you come in today, 7:00 a.m.?
You got something more interesting for me to do?
Mel Gibson doesn't return my calls.
Tsk. I know that guy.
From where, prison?
- High school. - Oh.
I-I'll go get him. I'll get him.
Tough night?
Coffee, please.
You really think you need it?
Looks like you got a set of matched luggage under those eyes.
- I'll bring you a nice glass of milk. - I don't want milk.
I'd like a cup of coffee, please.
How much sleep did you get last night?
Night before? Night before that?
Mmm. One milk comin' up.
How long have you worked here?
Since the dawn of man.
Oh, Rita, bring me those checks.
Friend of mind disappeared from a road stop halfway between Mount St. Helens and Seattle.
Oh, man, that's gotta be about 60 miles from here.
I know.
Well, what does your friend look like?
I know this is really crazy, but I think I--
I'm sorry, honey.
If I could remember every face that walked through the door, I'd be a freak of nature.
She's beautiful.
Yeah, I know.
What's your name?
Jeff.
- Shit. - Don't worry about it. It's okay, it's okay.
Jeff, I'm not letting you get back into a car in this condition.
- Really, I-- - There's a big cot in the back, and the sheets are fresh.
I'm sorry. If you let me sit here for a minute, I'll be flne.
Nothing doing. You can't drive like this.
- somebody shouId've put you to bed a Iong time ago. - I'II be aII right.
So what do you do now?
I used to be a copywriter, but I lost my job a few months ago.
- I'm sorry. - No, I'm actually writing a book, a novel.
I wouldn't be able to do that if I were still a copywriter.
Why don't you take my number?
- You shouldn't give your number to strangers. - I already slept with you.
- At least in the same room. - Yeah.
- God, that bed killed my back. - Oh. Come here.
- Give me your arm. Come here. Turn around. - What are you doing?
Just relax here.
There. Did it crack?
Is it better?
I know, I gotta cIear more space.
Look what I found.
Why don't you talk about her anymore?
All those months this lived on the night table, she was the number-one topic.
What's the point? To get upset?
Wind up all frustrated about why shit happens?
It's weird how things just, uh, fade away.
It's not faded.
I'm gonna put your stuff in the top drawer.
Hmm. What's in aII those boxes?
A million more crossword puzzles?
Those aren't crossword puzzles. They're anagrams.
Oh, anagrams. That's really important.
And there's not a million of them in there. It's mostly old stuff.
-Just high school yearbooks and bowling trophies. - Really? I want to see.
- Now? - Yeah.
Rita, we have some unflnished business here. Don't go messing through my stuff.
- Rita. - Ow!
- You okay? - No. What is this?
- It almost killed me. - It's nothing.
It's nothing. It's for protection.
There are a Iot of psychos around, okay?
Geez, it's loaded.
That's usually the part that psychos respond to, honey.
Why didn't you tell me we have a loaded gun in the closet?
Rita, you just moved in. You've also gotta bang on the faucet to get hot water.
Come on.
Let's get one thing straight right from Jump Street.
No secrets,Jeff. In the heart, on the lips.
Rita, I need it.
You know--
Fine.
Thank you.
Come on. No more secrets. I promise. Okay?
Okay.
Now, one night when you're asleep, I'm gonna get that gun out of the case...
and chuck it down the incinerator.
Hmm.
- I'm sorry. - Hi, this is a message forJeff Harriman.
- It's Arthur Bernard, Roper PubIications. - On a Sunday night?
- Who is he? - I was wondering if you couId come in--
He's a publisher. I gave him my book a few months ago.
- Wait! - One sec. Hold on.
And I need to taIk to you.
Hello. Arthur. Yes,Jeff Harriman.
I'm sorry,Jeff.
I'm afraid it's really not for us.
But it is very good.
Very taIented.
I see.
Don't look so destroyed.
We'd like you to write something else for us, starting immediately.
- Like an assignment? - ExactIy.
Th-That would be great.
I remember a few years ago...
when your girlfriend's disappearance was all over the news.
That was terrible.
Then I was in Tacoma at a wedding over the weekend, and I saw your posters.
I'd forgotten all about it...
but you're still looking for her.
Yes, I am.
I want your story,Jeff.
The whole thing.
What do you say?
I've-- I--
I-I've really been trying to put that behind me.
Uh-oh. I'm sorry.
What happened?
Well, I'm gonna be able to pay the rent now.
- He liked it? - Yeah, he loved it.
That's great! That's great.
- Mmm! Come on. Let's go celebrate. - Okay.
- What do you want to do? - Umm--
Oh!
It's about us, isn't it?
Come on. You can tell me. I don't mind.
Come on. Let's go to bed.
Can I help you, sir?
Excuse me. How much is that uniform?
What time is it?
7:00.
You have to go?
It's only one weekend a month.
- Does your mother know you joined the Reserves? - She fllled out the application.
Go back to sleep.
I'll see you tomorrow night.
Good evening. Welcome to Channel 7's Newscheck. I'm Paul McGraw.
Tonight my guest is the very courageous, very tormented young man,Jeff Harriman.
- WeIcome to our show,Jeff. - Thank you.
And in the three years that Diane's been missing, any new cIues?
Have the kidnappers tried to make any contact with you whatsoever?
No, not at aII.
Yet here you sit day after day, year after year, trying to flnd her.
WeII, at Ieast trying to flnd out what happened to her.
That campaign must have cost you a considerabIe amount of money.
Pretty much everything I have,yes.
Let's just say whoever's responsibIe, the kidnapper, is watching.
Anything you'd Iike to say to him right now?
I want to meet you.
I don't hate you. I just want to know what happened to Diane.
And I'm prepared to do anything to flnd out.
PIease, I need to know.
There.
Peter.
Shh, shh, shh!
Measure down on the bench.
Goggles.
Don't you value your eyes?
All right. Gather 'round, please.
The greatest risk...
that the research chemist faces...
is that a contaminant...
is introduced into the experiment...
without his knowledge or intention...
rendering the experiment... pointless.
Hmm.
Hmm. Ohh.
Hmm.
Rita... Baker.
k-C-R-R...
E-B...
A.
''Once upon a time in a wood thick with magic...
''there lived a little brown flnch named Kiki.
''One day, along with her friends, the raccoon twins Pop and Reba...
she set out to flnd the source of the river they lived beside.''
Hmm. It's a children's book.
''Lulu the alligator, Lavender--'' Buh, buh, buh.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Room service.
Open the door,Jeff. The guy at the desk told me you're here.
Is this what you want? Hmm?
- Take it off. - Why?
You obviously can't live without her, and I believe in giving my man what he wants!
You can caII me Diane.
I'll treat you like shit, and then I'll disappear without a trace!
Take it off.
Oh, my God.
No secrets?
Remember,Jeff? No secrets!
Well, I couldn't help it. I knew I could never make you understand.
Who are you? You-- You tell me the truth!
Did you know what you were doing the whole time...
when you went from suddenly crying during breakfast...
to then waking up in a cold sweat because you were dreaming about her?
- Bullshit. - Mentioning her less and less.
Taking her picture off the night table, putting mine there instead!
- Rita. - The dancing on the goddamn balcony?
Was the whole thing planned just to throw me off?
- Was there some kind of calendar you referred to? - I didn't want to lose you.
You are still in love with her.
I'm in love with you.
What are you saying, huh?
I may not be as smart as you, but I am not the dumbest bitch ever born.
- Look at this room! - Yeah, look at this room.
No pictures of Diane except for the posters. No mementos.Just this!
I love you, Rita.
I cracked the code,Jeff.
I saw the book.
You're a liar.
I tried not to come. I aImost turned around and went home a dozen times.
- But I knew if I did, I'd just pack up my shit and go. - Why didn't you?
Because I don't know how not to flght.
Nobody in my family has ever fought for anything...
and they either wound up on Prozac and sleeping 1 4 hours a day...
or dead from liver disease at 3 5.
That is not gonna happen to me,Jeff.
- I flght. - It's not her, Rita.
If it once was, it hasn't been for a very long time.
Then what is it?
It's it. It-It's not knowing.
You know what I do sometimes?
I pretend I have a choice.
I have the power either to let her go on living wherever she is, happy...
and never know anything about what happened to her.
Or she can be dead, and I get to flnd out everything that happened to her.
So I let her die.
I swear to God, I wish she were dead.
You do not know what it is like to not know.
Shit.
I-I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do.
I do.
I haven't been to the gas station since it happened.
I sent the manager posters.
He put 'em up for me. I never went back myself.
Then it's time you did.
Come on.
Till death do us part.
she's gone,Jeff.
Gone.
You may never flnd out how or why.
You just have to learn to accept that.
If Diane were here right now...
I would ask you to marry me.
It's you I love. I swear to God.
But the truth is, if it were possibIe to choose right now...
I'd rather turn back the clock and be back at this gas station three years ago...
before I even met you,just so I could flnd out what happened to her.
It's not good enough.
If you ever want to move on with your Iife...
if you ever want to be just aIive again and happy...
then this is your last chance.
I love you, but you have to decide right now to be with only me...
or else I'm gone forever.
Let her go,Jeff.
Let her go.
Diane.
Meet me... alone...
at the Yacht CIub.
Hey.
Read it.
Go on. Come on.
He's watching me. I can feel it.
All this time, my biggest fear was that he was dead...
but now, there's things in this letter only he could know.
Jeff.
He's seen your picture in the paper. He's seen you on TV.
He wants to see how far you'll go. He's loving this.
- No, no, look. He signed it ''Barney.'' - Barney. Are you kidding me?
- Do you really think that's his real name? - That's not the point.
You're right.
The point isn't what are you doing here, it's what the hell am I doing here?
Because it's never gonna change, is it?
It's gonna go on and on until you end up as crazy as he is.
This letter is the flrst break I have had in three years, Rita.
I can naiI this motherfucker.
Jeff, go to the police! You can't do this on your own.
The police?
They laugh at me. I'm a joke to them.
I hate to say it, but I'm starting to see their point.
Don't do this to me. Not now.
Jesus Christ, you are amazing.
Did it ever occur to you that maybe she doesn't want to be found?
Good-bye,Jeff.
Go on. Run like a coward.
At least Diane was taken by force.
I am not Diane!