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Betty?

Oh. Hello, Harvey.

Gave me a scare
for a minute.

I'll take it, Frankie.

It must be a gag
of some kind.

It's a note.
Betty wrote it.

She didn't write it,
Frankie. I did.

What's the idea,
Harvey?

Hear you've been
carrying her picture around.

I'll take that, too.

Harvey, don't.

Give me a break.

Hello, Mr. Bogardus.

Mary and I
were just, uh...

We come here
Saturday afternoons.

Don't we, Mary?

Like that kid,
don't ya?

So do I.

Let's take
a little walk.

Make sure that
nothing happens to her.

Over there.

Okay. Thanks.

You didn't see me
here today.

Neither did she.

Do we understand
each other?

Yes, sir.

Sure, Mr. Bogardus.
Sure.

I want to speak
to James J. Kennerley.

This is Harvey Bogardus.

Hello. Jim?

Dust off your law books.
I'm in a jam.

And don't forget those two ring-side
seats for The Daily Globe.

Send Fraser in.

What's the idea
of the book?

City editors can't read.

And if you're an example,
Globe reporters can't write.

Thanks.

I just talked
to Warden Louis.

Governor denied
the stay of execution.

Bogardus goes through that little green
door at eight o'clock tonight.

Sorry, old boy, but I got a
date to cover a flower show.

We're covering
that execution, Matt.

I'll be there to catch
you when you faint.

Why do city editors
get a sadistic joy

out of sending reporters
to executions?

Don't you ever get tired
of that same old story?

"Condemned man
eats hearty meal.�

We might get
a new slant this time.

Say, I think you know
the guy that wrote this.

Dr. Paul Renwick.

I know his daughter better.

Hop over to
see her right away.

This afternoon.

Hold hands with her
in a corner.

On The Globe's time?

What's the catch?

I just had a tip
from the warden.

Renwick's got a pass
to visit Bogardus

at seven o'clock tonight.

Now, why should
a spook doctor

want to see
the condemned man

one hour before
he goes to the chair?

I pass.

There might be
a story in it, Matt.

Talk to this
Renwick girl for us.

Anything for the
dear old Globe.

Wait a minute.

Do you believe in this "spirits speak
from beyond the grave" stuff?

I'm a reporter.
I deal in facts.

But there are a lot of people
who believe in that,

and they're
not crackpots either.

Enough to make good copy
for a Sunday feature,

but not with a paper that
uses all of its space with,

"Condemned man
eats hearty meal" stories.

Matt Fraser's running
down a lead for me.

While he's at it,

tell him to get an interview
with Dr. Paul Renwick

for a Sunday edition.

Hello, Cornelia.
How 'bout this waltz, eh?

The doctor is expecting
you, Mr. Fraser.

You mean Joan isn't?

Little on the heavy side, honey.

How 'bout some
boogie-woogie?

Matt, some day I'm gonna
tie bells on you.

Yes, Cornelia?

Excuse me, Joan.

I'll tell Dr. Renwick
you're here, Mr. Fraser.

Thank you.

Too bad you can't do something
about Pain-in-the-Face.

She's the only dark cloud
on a sunshiny morning.

Cornelia takes
life seriously.

She lives in the past.

- No future in that.
- Oh.

And speaking of
the future,

here's something
for yours.

A present?
What is it?

Why do women always
ask, "What is it,"

before they
open a present?

Probably because they've
already guessed what it is

and just
wanna be polite.

Ah! Before
you go any further,

there's strings attached
to that present.

It's in the form
of a bribe.

- A bribe?
- Uh-huh.

Yeah. My illustrious boss

wants to know why your father's
going up to the state pen tonight

to visit
Harvey Bogardus.

Are you serious?

Sure, I'm serious.

Well, perhaps you better
ask him yourself, Matt.

You might have
better luck than I did.

Well, thanks
just the same.

Oh. No, no, no.
You keep that.

We'll charge that to
the "swindle" sheet.

You, uh, wrapped this
yourself, of course.

Uh-huh. During
my summer vacation.

Ah! Don't drop it.

It's glass.

Oh, Matt!

It's supposed to go on the
third finger, left hand.

The jeweler told me.

I asked him.

Lack of experience.

"Lack of experience"?

The doctor is waiting,
Mr. Fraser.

How'd you like to go out
tonight and celebrate?

I can get
an extra ticket.

An extra ticket
to what?

To the execution of a guy
named Harvey Bogardus.

Oh, you.

I've been interviewed by the
press many times in the past.

And the ensuing articles

have been decidedly
uncomplimentary.

However, due to the reporter's
interest in my daughter,

I'd rather hope
for better treatment.

I guess the press has been pretty
rough on you, hasn't it?

Well, it's the
same old story.

We're supposed to be
living in an advanced age.

And yet,
we're still prone to

ridicule anything that
we don't quite understand.

Well, a lot of morons laughed
at the Wright brothers,

'cause they said they could
build a flying machine.

It isn't only the moron

that attacks new fields of
scientific advancement, Matt.

As a matter of fact,

I've been ridiculed by some of the
greatest minds in the world.

Here's one of them.

Ten grand. That's something
to shoot for, Doctor.

I didn't enter the field of
psychic science for profit.

If that had
been my goal,

I could've held seances in
this room all day long,

and charged anything
I wanted to for 'em.

Spirit readings,
ghostly fingers,

voices coming out of trumpets,
the whole business.

No. There's something far
more important than that,

I assure you.

Carrington,
The Great, uh,

he was a magician,
wasn't he?

Yes.

Very brilliant man

and a great mind.

It's too bad
that he had to die

before I proved
my theory to him.

Do you mean to tell me you've
communicated with the dead?

Well, Matthew,

first of all, let me
clarify my basic theory.

As we all know, man exists
on the physical plane

with a body
and a brain.

Those of us
who follow any religion

believe that
he has something else.

A spirit, a soul.

Now I contend,

that the body and brain

are not merely composed

of physical cells
that decay after death.

They're allied
with the spirit.

An intangible energy.

A force that
cannot possibly die.

There's only one
experiment left, Matt.

And I'm very close to it.

Would you care
to see the laboratory?

Yes, I would.

Nothing
complicated about it,

as you can see
for yourself.

I simply draw the curtain.

It's light-proof

and practically
sound-proof.

This is not for any spooky
effect, I assure you,

but the extreme
concentration necessary

for my experiments

requires the complete absence
of any worldly interferences.

I sit alone.

Here, in this chair.

And who sits
in that chair?

That is a question
I shall be able to answer

in the near future.

You don't believe in my
theories, do you, Matt?

Why do you say that?

Oh, nothing.

Just your expression.

I hope your paper
won't be too rough with me.

Oh. You don't have to
worry on that score.

Joan will
tell you why.

Any other questions, Matt?

Yes.

I'd like to know why you're going
up to state prison tonight

to visit Harvey Bogardus
one hour before he dies.

And that's...

That's another question
I'd rather not answer.

Hey.

Lay off that
holy solo, will ya?

This is my party tonight

and I'll take it
without music.

Nick likes it.

Let's give him
a break, Harvey.

He's going out, too,
you know.

Seven o'clock, Harvey.

Here's Dr. Renwick.

Tell him to go...

Okay. Let him in.

Sit down, Doc.

Cigarette?

No, thanks.
I don't smoke.

Did you read my book?

I read it.

Did you believe
in any of it?

No.

I don't mind saying there's parts
of it I'd like to believe in.

What parts?

About coming back.

Take a party like
I'm going on tonight.

Too bad coming back
after that's

got to be just
a kid's fairy tale.

Doesn't have to be a kid's
fairy tale, Bogardus.

That's why
I came to see you.

What are you trying
to sell me, Doc?

Another life after tonight.

For how much?

For just your
desire for it.

Your will to return.

If you've
read my book carefully,

you'll know what I mean.

In the past,
psychic scientists

have failed to
contact the dead.

Not because of the weakness
of their own wills,

and powers of concentration,

but because something
happens to the will

of the departed spirit.

I'm a scientist, Bogardus.
Not a preacher.

It may be that
the world beyond,

the world we
know nothing about,

is so far advanced
from this one

that there isn't the slightest desire
to return to the living past.

My experiments have taught me
one unquestionable fact.

That when a man dies
in body on this Earth,

he cannot return
in spirit substance

unless his will to return

is strong enough to reach back
from beyond the grave.

Where do I fit in?

You, Harvey Bogardus,

have the strongest will
I've ever encountered.

You never even
saw me before.

No, but I know
everything about you.

How you've carved a career in the
world with no background,

no assistance,
no academic education.

You've lifted yourself by the
bootstraps by sheer will.

I do not, of course, approve
of the life you've lead.

You're a menace to society
and you deserve to die.

So this is where the
sermon comes in, huh?

No, Harvey.

I'm not here to preach.

I'm here to tell you
that, in a way,

two ways,
we're similar.

Both of us are on the outs
with society's traditions.

You, because you live
outside its laws,

and I, because my theories

are not acceptable
to present-day beliefs.

We're also similar

in that we have a supernatural
will to succeed.

Get to
the point, Doc.

What do you want?

You're the man
I've been waiting for.

Waiting 30 years.

You have a will
that's strong enough

to return to this world

from beyond the grave
if you wanted to.

"Wanted to"?

Listen...

You know what
I'd like to do?

I'd like to come back
and get...

Who do you think
you're kidding?

It's not hard to die.

It's the coming back
that's hard.

But we can do it.

"We"? Where'd you
get that "we" stuff?

I'm just about to walk through
that door to the chair.

Not with you.

Me. Alone.

But you're coming
back, Bogardus.

You wanna
keep this for me?

Just for a few days.

I'll claim it

when I come back.

You're a crackpot.
Get outta here.

You may doubt me now,

but think about
what I said.

Concentrate on it.

Your last thought
as you leave this world.

I'm going into that room with
you, Harvey Bogardus,

and I will bring you back.

"He restoreth my soul.

"He leadeth me in the
pathways of righteousness

"for his name's sake.

"Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil

"for thou art with me..."

Okay. So I killed a rat.

He got what was
coming to him.

I know some others
that'll get the same thing.

I'm not through yet.

Hear me?

Not yet.

"...follow me
all the days of my life

"and I will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.

"Amen."

I pronounce
this man dead.

Hello, Cornelia.

What are you
so happy about?

Dr. Renwick and Joan
are in the living room.

You know, I should've given you
my pass to the execution.

You'd have loved it.

Don't look now,
but you got company.

Is anything wrong?

We were just reading
your article, Matt.

Oh, same old story.

"Condemned Man
Ate Hearty Meal."

I wish somebody else
wrote it.

I wish somebody else
wrote this one.

Joan means this.

"Spiritualism Versus
Common Sense.

"Daily Globe exposes
psychic fakes."

I didn't write that head.

The beginning is
well-written, too.

"Can the spirits
of your relatives

"come back from the dead
to converse with you?

"There's a psychic
scientist in the city

"who claims they can.

"But there's a reporter on this
paper who claims they can't."

Let me see that.

They can't all be
typographical errors, Matt.

"Carrington, The Great.

"Late man of magic
and chief contender

"in the Spook Doctors
versus Living Facts,

"once offered $10,000 to any
so-called spiritualists

"who could prove conversational
contact with the dead."

"Spook Doctors"?

Only Charlie Davis could've
written it that way.

"The Daily Globe goes the
late Carrington ten better

"and offers $20,000
for the same proof."

Here it is in black and white.
"By Matt Fraser."

Excuse me. I'd like
to use your phone.

No, Joanie.
Don't do that.

He's a nice chap and he's very
much in love with you.

And after all,
he's only doing his job.

He's not a nice chap.

And he's only in love with his own
brand of yellow journalism.

And I'm glad
I found it out in time.

Hello, Davis.

What's the idea of
that Sunday supplement?

You know what I mean.
That stuff under my byline.

Now, listen, Matt.

That's a hot yarn and you'll
get a bonus for it.

Of course, The Globe
didn't authorize you

to write the interview
quite that hot,

but don't you worry
about a thing.

We'll protect you with
our own attorneys

in case you're
sued for libel.

You listen to me. If there's going
to be anything like that,

I'll be on the suing end.

And I want a correction on that
byline in the next edition.

You know perfectly well
I didn't write it that way.

You twisted
every line of it.

You and that stooge
you keep on re-write.

And you can explain that
to Dr. Renwick and to Joan.

Harvey Bogardus.

This is Dr. Paul Renwick.

Bogardus.

This is Renwick.

Harvey Bogardus.

Anybody heard
from Matt Fraser yet?

He called
about his closing check.

He's coming in
for it this morning.

Hold it up. Tell him
I want to see him.

Okay. And there's
a Miss Joan Renwick waiting.

Send her in.

Have a chair,
Miss Renwick.

I suppose you're here
to ask me

if Matt really wrote that
story about your father.

Well, no. I...

You mean, Matt didn't
really write that article?

I wrote it.

Thanks. I appreciate
your telling me.

Well, after all,
I'm not in business

to bust up romances.

- Sit down, Miss Renwick.
- Thank you.

Besides, good reporters are
kinda hard to get these days.

You know, Matt quit the paper
because of that article.

Well, I'm sorry
to hear that.

But, Mr. Davis,

I'm here to see you about something
else that's pretty important too.

Go right ahead,
Miss Renwick.

Mr. Davis,

I'm not trying to make you
believe in my father's work.

I'm merely asking you
to print his side of it.

We print the news
as we see it.

Only one side?

I thought it was your policy to print
both sides of a controversy.

You got me there.

If you thought one side
made such good news,

what about
writing the other?

You got me again, but...

Well, after all, I'm hardly the
man to write the other side.

What about Matt Fraser?

That's a great idea.

And if that assignment

doesn't bring Matt back to
the paper, nothing will.

Mr. Davis, I'm terribly
worried about my father.

Since Sunday, he's kept himself
locked in his study.

Nerves on edge, no sleep,
practically nothing to eat.

Well, if it
continues much longer,

I don't know
what'll happen.

And about psychic science,
Mr. Davis,

you and I
may not understand it,

may not believe in it,

but there's lots
of people who do.

And it is important.

Harvey Bogardus.

Harvey Bogardus.

This is Dr. Paul Renwick.

Dr. Renwick, Harvey.

Dr. Renwick.

Yes, Harvey.
I can hear you.

This is Renwick.

Dr. Renwick.

I'm here.

Concentrate your will on the
materialization of your spirit substance.

I want you to appear...

Tonight. Here. Now.

In this room.

Watch, Doctor.

Watch.

Yes, I'm watching.

I did it.

I've proved it!

You mean
"we" proved it, Doctor.

Well, of course.
Of course.

I could've never
done it without you.

Without your will.

There are some things
I can't do without you.

I've got hands,

but I can't pick
anything up with them.

I've got legs,

but I can't
walk around on 'em.

These eyes...

All I can see
is you, Renwick.

But I've got a mind.

A will, Harvey.

Not a mind.

Call it whatever you want.

I can think with it.

I can think myself

right into
this room with you.

Of course you can.

That's why I sought you out
at the prison.

I told you
that will of yours

had a power almost
as strong as my own.

Almost?

I've got a will
that's better than yours.

You mean stronger?

This much stronger.

I can take your mind over.

I can take you over.

That's a fact I've sought
all my life to prove.

That a spirit from the dead

could take possession
of the living.

If we can conduct a successful
experiment along those lines,

we can prove that there's
no such thing as insanity.

It's a case of a spirit
from the beyond

crowding out the mind
and spirit of the living.

Want to try it, Doctor?

Yes. Of course.

Just sit where you are.

And watch me.

Watch.

Just sit there.

Don't move.

Look at your hands,
Doc. Look.

They're like mine.

Look in the mirror, Doc.

Go ahead.
Take a look.

A good look. At us.

I don't like to
waste time, Doctor.

We've got things to do.

Things to do.

Reply to the Stevens' letter.

Referring to yours
of the 16th,

regarding the
Harrison Greenly case,

I've consulted
my client

and found him agreeable to any
reasonable settlement out of court.

Our evidence, as you
know, warrants...

Fat fee, Jim.

What do you want?

You remember me, Jim.

Your voice...

The way you
smoke that cigarette...

This is crazy.

I go to the chair
because you lose my case.

That's what's crazy.

Should've been the
other way around, Jim.

It will be, too.

Bogardus don't!

Yeah. Kennerley.
James J. Kennerley.

You spell it
with three "E's."

He was a famous
criminal lawyer.

His last big case

was the Harvey Bogardus
murder trial.

- He lost it.
- Find anything yet?

Not yet.

Try this thing. The guy
must've stood right here.

Yeah. The coroner
just left.

He said three slugs
entered the body.

The news kid on the corner
heard three shots.

The time was 11:48.

That's all for now.
Call you later.

Have you boys been smoking
cigarettes in here?

Not me.

Hey, wait a minute.

I knew a guy that used to break his
cigarettes in two like that.

His name was
Harvey Bogardus.

You knew him, too.

Lay off the rib.

Bogardus is
dead and buried.

Say, Lieutenant.

The kid just
remembered something.

He sold a paper
to somebody

right after he
heard the shots.

Just where did
you sell him this paper?

Right outside.

I don't remember whether he came
out of the building or not.

Did you get a
good look at him?

I didn't pay very much
attention to him.

I sold him
my last paper.

The front page was dirty 'cause
I dropped it in the gutter,

but he bought it anyhow.

Now, that's great.
All we gotta do

is find a paper with a dirty
front page and we got our man.

Take this boy down
to headquarters.

Let him spend a few hours looking
through the mug books.

...found him agreeable

to any reasonable
settlement out of court.

Our evidence,
as you know, warrants...

Fat fee, Jim.

What do you want?

You remember me, Jim.

Your voice...

The way you
smoke that cigarette.

This is crazy.

I go to the chair

because you lose my case.

That's what's crazy.

Should've been the
other way around, Jim.

It will be, too.

Bogardus don't!

Cornelia...

I think I must've walked
in my sleep last night.

I can't remember
leaving the house.

What-what time
did I get up?

Your bed
wasn't slept in.

You're working much
too hard, Doctor.

I can't seem
to remember.

Did you see me
leaving the house?

No. I didn't.

Has Joan said
anything about it?

No. We both thought you were
in the study last night.

Cornelia, I don't want
to worry Joan, so...

Oh, of course not.

You haven't had
any breakfast.

I'll get you a tray.

Thank you, Cornelia.

Oh,
thank you, Cornelia,

but if you
don't mind, I...

I'd rather be
left alone.

No. Your eyes are
all right, Renwick.

And I know what else
you're thinking.

That you're
losing your mind.

Maybe you are.

What difference
does it make?

You'll lose your mind,

you'll win mine.

It's impossible.

Impossible for me
to come back?

You mean, because you didn't
concentrate over in that tent?

You don't need to concentrate
anymore, Renwick.

My will's enough now.

I don't need
any help from you.

I don't even
need this room.

I can come back
anytime, any place.

A lifetime of work
with the supernatural,

only to have brought about
something I can't control.

Maybe you think last night
didn't happen, Renwick.

Maybe you think

Kennerley didn't really
get shot last night.

Where were you last
night, Dr. Renwick?

Or maybe I oughta
put it this way.

Where were we
last night?

That's the brand
of cigarettes

I always smoked.

We bought that pack

near Kennerley's office
last night. Remember?

And afterwards,

we bought that newspaper

from the kid
on the corner.

Remember?

I remember nothing
about last night.

Nothing.

That's on account of
you were me last night.

You're going to be me
again tonight.

Bogardus, leave me alone.

There's the little lady we're
going to get next, Renwick.

My widow.

She lied on
the witness stand.

Said she never knew
Frankie Teal before.

You'll see a ring
on her finger.

That's a ring
I gave her.

She's got the nerve
to still wear it

after sending me
to the chair.

But she won't be wearing it
after tonight, Renwick.

Not after tonight.

? My mind seems
a little bit hazy

? I just can't put
the pieces together

? Maybe I got too romantic

? Maybe the moon
was too bright

? When did we break up??

? And who smeared
my makeup?

? Who took me home
last night?

? I looked in the mirror
this morning

? I was a miserable sight

? Say, who was my arm boy?

? Did I have a convoy?

? Who took me home
last night?

? The night was as bright
as a penny

? And he gave me
a kiss or two

? But maybe I had
one too many

? Did I like it?

? I wish that I knew

? I've got
a sneaking suspicion

? Someone was
Holding me tight... ?

Waiter.

Take this note
to Miss Hanzel.

? Before we said goodnight

? But who

? Took me home last night? ?

Don't go too
far away, Pops.

I might not like Mr. Brawfield's
proposition.

Are you Mr. Brawfield?

No.

I'll take
my ring back, Betty.

No. Harvey!

What'd
he look like?

I don't know.

Pretty dark out here.

All I know,
he's some fella that

wanted to see Betty
out here after the show.

Give her this,
I guess.

She told me to
stick around in case

she didn't like
his proposition.

Brawfield?

That's not the name
she called him.

Not after
she saw him.

I heard him say something about
wanting to get a ring.

A diamond ring
Betty always wore.

He pulled it
off her finger.

What name
did she call him?

Harvey.
Harvey Bogardus.

Same as her husband.

Her husband's dead.

I know, but that's
what she called him.

Before she died,
she kept saying to me,

"It was Harvey.
Harvey Bogardus.

"He's alive.
Still alive.�

You know,
it seems to me

a woman ought to know her own
husband when she sees him.

Owen.

I just picked this up.

It's the same as you found
in Kennerley's office.

It's the same brand
Bogardus smokes

in the same way
he always smoked.

Listen. Bogardus died
in the electric chair

exactly three weeks ago.

You were there. You saw
it with your own eyes.

Or did you forget it?

Dr. Renwick.

Doctor.

Matt, did you
say something?

Good morning,
Doctor.

Say something? No, no.
I didn't say anything.

Ren wick.
Ren wick.

She plays beautifully,
doesn't she?

I think I'll
give up my job

and get her one.

They can't
hear us, Renwick.

It's just our minds talking.

Yours and mine.

Mostly mine.

Renwick, let's not
sit here wasting our time.

You and me
have work to do.

Remember Louis Fabian?

Remember that
little kid of his?

They saw me
in the park that day.

The day
I killed Frankie Teal.

And they
went to court

and pointed me out
on the witness stand.

Remember, Doctor?

Well, they're in the park
again today, Renwick.

Both of 'em.

The man and the kid.

So, let's, you and me,

take a walk
in the park.

No!

Excuse me. I...

My mind must've been
wandering, I guess.

Compliment to
your playing, Joanie.

I'll be right back. I just
remembered an appointment.

He's been working
awfully hard, lately.

Yes. Too hard.

I'll have a
talk with him.

Cornelia,

does Dr. Renwick
smoke cigarettes now?

Yes.

Dr. Renwick has been
under a great strain.

I thought they
might soothe him.

As a matter of fact,

I bought him a packet
just last night.

This brand?

That brand.

Where to?

Police headquarters.

This is the cab
company's chief dispatcher.

This is Fraser
at The Daily Globe.

Your cab number 6-4

just picked up a passenger,
928 Green Street.

On a Q.T, I wanna know
where he takes the passenger.

I'll ask
the driver, Fraser,

when he checks in
after the run.

Thanks. And call me
back at Elmwood 4-0-9-0-5.

Driver,

I've changed my mind.

Take me to the park.

Lincoln Park.

Okay, Doc.
The park, she is.

It's probably for me.
I'll answer it.

Fraser speaking.

I got the
dope for you, Fraser.

The driver of
cab number 64

just dropped his fare off at the Sycamore
Avenue entrance to Lincoln Park.

Anything else you want?

That's plenty. Thanks.

I'm on my way. I'm sorry I
can't have lunch with you.

Can I have a rain check?

Trouble, Matt?

Work. That's
always trouble.

- Bye-bye, sweetie.
- Goodbye.

Whee! Is that a
nice horse, Mary?

May I sail
my boat, Daddy?

Yes, honey.
You was a good girl,

so Daddy's gonna let you
sail your boat right now.

Come on.

Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing,
little girl?

I'm sailing my boat.

Would you like
to help me?

It's a sloop.

I know you!

Oh, you do?

Who am I?

You were in
the park before.

You've been here once
with my Daddy and I.

I remember.

You were
in the courtroom.

Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Wake up.

Wake up, wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up, Daddy.

- Wake up.
- Hello, Mary.

Remember me?

My daddy won't wake up.

I have a taxi waiting.
Shall we leave, Doctor?

Leave, Cornelia?

Leave?

Why did we ever
come here at all?

We must leave here
at once, Doctor.

Matt Fraser followed you here.

He probably wants
some sort of interview.

I'm sure
you don't feel up to it.

Not today.

Thank you, Cornelia.

No, I... I don't
feel at all well.

I found this fellow
climbing over the wall.

Hi, Owen.

This was supposed to be
strictly on the Q.T.

How did the press
hear about it?

Your old grapevine.
That's how we keep our job.

Say, you got
a court order for this,

or just doing it
as a hobby?

Come here, Matt.
I want to talk to you.

Look here, I don't want you to
print anything about this.

Not till we see
how it turns out.

You know why I'm doing this?

You got a fingerprint
expert there,

and you're digging up
Harvey Bogardus,

I can add two and two.

Two people died under circumstances
that point to Bogardus

as the only logical killer.

Three.

Don't forget the guy
in the park this afternoon.

Well, all right, three.

Remember this?

Yeah.

That's the note that lured
Betty Hanzel into the alley.

That's the note
that killed her.

So I had the handwriting
examined.

It so closely resembles Bogardus'
style of handwriting,

two experts couldn't
tell the difference.

And you think maybe you sent the
wrong guy to the chair, huh?

Bogardus' twin brother
or something.

I don't know what to think, Matt.
I'm stumped and I admit it.

Seems about ready
for me down there.

Go ahead,
you got enough light?

Yeah.

Say, that little girl
in the park this afternoon

was almost the fourth victim.

I told the chief he better put
a double guard around her.

I hope you don't mind me
running your job for you.

I wish somebody
would run it for me.

I've had about enough.

What's the verdict, Harry?

Well, as the
old saying goes,

fingerprints don't lie.

That's Bogardus
all right,

and he's too dead to be going
around shooting people.

Unless he's got a ghost.

Dr. Renwick. Renwick.

We've got another job,
Renwick.

Matt Fraser followed us
to the park today.

That reporter
is getting wise, Renwick.

We've got to do something
about him, too.

Bogardus.

Leave me alone or I'll...

You'll what, Renwick?

What can you do?

No, Renwick. Hear me, no.

Not yet.

Renwick, it takes a lot of will
to turn a gun on yourself.

My will says no, Renwick.

And my will beats yours.

That's better, Renwick.

Let's save
the gun for Matt Fraser.

Bogardus.

Leave me alone. Haven't...
Haven't you done enough?

Dr. Renwick.

- Doctor?
- Don't answer, Renwick.

Cornelia. Cornelia, come in.

Close the door, please.

I heard your voice, Doctor.
I thought that...

Cornelia.

If Matt Fraser
calls this afternoon,

I can't see him.
Send him away.

I can't explain why, but I have
a very excellent reason.

I know, Doctor.

Yes, you...

You do know, don't you?

That's the reason
you warned me this morning

that he was following me
to the park.

But I don't... I don't want
anything to happen to him.

You do believe that,
don't you, Cornelia?

I do believe you, Doctor.

You've been
a loyal friend, Cornelia.

And I want you
to help me.

I'll do anything I can.

I want you to call
the District Attorney

and tell him that I've got
to see him at once.

I can't continue like this.

I've got to place myself
in his charge.

And I'm counting on you
to see that...

To see that nothing happens
to make me change my mind.

That's the right
thing to do.

It's the only thing,
isn't it?

Yes.

Thank you, Cornelia.

I'll call the District
Attorney right away.

What's the idea,
Renwick?

Packing up?

Yes, I'm packing up.

I'm packing up the evidence
to convict myself of murder.

And you can't
stop me, Bogardus.

I'm on my way to see
the District Attorney.

Sure, you are.
We both are.

We'll see him tonight,
Renwick,

but not for the reason
you think.

He's on our list, too,
remember?

No, Renwick,
not in the package,

you put the gun
in your pocket.

In your pocket.

In your pocket!

The District Attorney
is expecting you.

I told him it was
terribly important.

- Driver.
- Yes, sir.

The lady will
return with you.

But you said you wanted
me to go with you.

I've changed
my mind, Cornelia.

That's just what you asked
me not to let you do.

Cornelia, go home.

I only want
to help you, Doctor.

I only want to do
what's best for you,

what you yourself
know is best.

Goodbye, Cornelia.

Is this all we have to offer
our blood-thirsty readers?

Three people
get knocked off,

and all The Globe prints
is names and addresses.

Haven't you even
got a theory?

Yeah, I got a theory.

But The Daily Globe
is supposed to print facts.

Any harm in telling your editor?

The theory I've got, I wouldn't
even tell to my mother.

In the first place,
it's crazy,

in the second place,
I don't believe it.

And there's still
another reason.

Personal.

City desk.

Oh, it's for you.

Fraser speaking.

It's about Dr. Renwick.

He's... Well,
he's not himself tonight.

I don't know
if you understand me.

I mean, he went
to see the District Attorney.

- And I'm afraid he...
- When? Where?

Just now, Mr. Fraser,
to the City Hall.

Thank you, Cornelia.

Look, Davis, keep trying
to get the DA,

and when you do get him,
tell him to wait for me.

It's important.

Something break?

Let's keep our fingers crossed
something didn't break.

I'll go over the Rogers case
with you in the morning.

I've got things
pretty well set up,

but I'd like to get a
statement from his wife.

You'd better get a statement
from that Henry girl, too.

You'll need it.

All right, Owen.
See you in the morning.

- Good night, Willard.
- Good night.

Hey, Owen.

Hello, Matt, what's up?

Have you seen
Dr. Renwick?

Where did you hear about that?
Grapevine again?

No, I waited long enough.

Besides, it's gonna take
a lot more than a spook doctor

to solve these
Bogardus killings.

Is that what
he wanted to see you about?

Oh, some
crackpot theory.

He probably wanted to
charge me ten bucks

to look in the crystal ball
and see the killer.

Better let me
drive you home, Owen.

Now, wait a minute, Matt.

You don't really think I'm next
on the killer's list, do you?

Figure it out
for yourself.

Remember Kennerley, the lawyer
that lost the Bogardus case?

He was number one,
then his lying wife.

Number three was Louis
Fabian in the park.

A witness.

The little kid
was almost fourth,

another witness.

And you were the prosecutor that
sent Bogardus to the chair.

Well, I hate to admit it,

but this thing is really beginning
to give me the creeps.

You know, Matt,
I have a hunch

you know more about this case
than you're telling me.

Oh, I'm over
a barrel, Owen.

I've been driving myself
nuts all afternoon.

If I talk, I'll be
double-crossing somebody,

and if I don't talk, I might be
double-crossing a lot of people.

- You know who the killer is?
- I think I do.

What are you gonna
do about it?

What can I do about it?

There might be
a fourth killing,

and I don't want that
on my conscience.

Well, you can tell me.
After all...

Well, I'll tell you,
all right,

but you'll think
I'm crazy.

Well, I have
for a long time.

Try it anyway.

Yes, that's right, Matt.

Try it anyway.

Who is he, Matt?

Dr. Paul Renwick.

It's all right, Doctor.

Matt.

Matt, where am I?

It's all right, Doctor.

What are we doing here?

- Hello, Doctor.
- Good evening, Matt.

I don't have to tell you how
I feel about this, Doctor.

Worse than I do,
no doubt.

Here, sit down a minute.

Tell me about Cornelia.

There's nothing
more to tell.

She went away yesterday.

It'd be at least a year.

There's no way
around the law

and there's nothing
any of us could do.

She had nothing
to do with it, Matt,

absolutely nothing.

If she shielded me in any
way, it was because...

Because of her loyalty
to my work.

Not only to your work,
to you.

Yes, that's what makes it
doubly difficult.

Joan, too.

I've made a mess
of her life.

Joan doesn't think so.

More unwarranted loyalty.

Do you know why
I asked you here, Matt?

I hoped you'd tell me
you're not guilty, Doctor.

I wish I could
tell you that.

But I can't.

I am guilty, Matt.

First the attorney,
then Miss Hanzel,

then... Then the man
in the park.

But why?

I don't know.

It's just
all like a dream.

You can remember
some parts of the dream.

Not all of it.

The rest is blank.

But I didn't invite you here
to tell you all that again.

Why did you invite me?

You've witnessed
a good many of these

executions, Matt.

I don't feel
that I'm asking too much.

I want you to witness mine.

Yours?

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I'm thinking of Joan.

I want you
to be able to tell her

that I left
this world easily and...

And with no fear.

There'll be others
to tell her.

I want you
to tell her, Matt.

It's my last request.

I feel that I must insist.

Anything else, Doctor?

No, thanks, Matt.

That's all.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Times up, Mr. Fraser.

How's he holding up?

Perfectly.

Any signs of insanity yet?

That's what
I can't understand.

Dr. Renwick, Renwick.

Renwick. Dr. Paul Renwick.

I hope
you're satisfied, Bogardus.

Satisfied?
You let me down, Renwick.

We still had Fabian's kid
to get and the DA.

And Matt Fraser.

That's one thing
I can be thankful for.

That we were stopped.

What do you mean,
"stopped"?

It's gonna be your will,
not mine

that dies on the chair
tonight, Renwick.

I'm leaving you forever.

Right here and now.

When you go
into that other room,

through that little
green door,

I won't be going
along with you, Renwick.

My will's gonna live on
and come back again.

Bogardus,
leave me alone.

Sure,
I'll let you alone.

All alone.

Three months ago,
right in this cell,

you said to me
that it's not hard to die.

The shoe is on
the other foot now, Renwick.

Let's see how hard
it is for you.

All set, Doctor.

I'm ready, Tom.

"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

"He leadeth me
beside the still waters.

"He restoreth my soul.

"He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.

"Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil

"for thou art with me, thy rod and
thy staff, they comfort me.

"Thou preparest
a table before me..."

Okay, so I killed a rat.

He got what was
coming to him.

And I know some others
that'll get the same thing.

I'm not through yet.

You hear me?
Not yet.

Did you hear
what he said?

The same thing
Harvey Bogardus said

just three months ago
in this room.

Did you see his face?

He looked
just like Bogardus.

He even talked like him.

I wonder if it
was Bogardus.

I pronounce
this man dead.