My favorite part of Stranger on the Third Floor is when Jane, with great determination, starts going door to door to ask if anyone's seen a man in a scarf come by, like ... ever ... and everyone's like "no, no men in scarves around here! Not ever!" NOT A SINGLE SCARF TO BE SEEN.

(It is also the movie that proved I'm almost incapable of not feeling sympathetic towards Peter Lorre, but.)