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Tonight's stars.

Burgess Meredith,

Cameron Mitchell,

and Barry Sullivan.

Good evening, sports
fans. In discerning circles,

I'm known as the
Howard Cosell of the crypt,

which is to say, I'm more or
less a professional practitioner

of art that tells a story,

and stories that
dabble in themes

that don't lend themselves
to dinner conversation.

Now here you have
a study in penology,

man imprisoned
by his fellow man,

caged in a barred cubicle
and left alone far too long

to contemplate both
his sins and his sanity.

This painting is called
Finnegan's Flight.

It touches upon prisons, hypnosis
and the soaring wings of imagination,

but as to the latter,
a small warning,

imagination can be
a double-edged thing.

It can take you out of
the humdrum realities,

but it can also fly you to a
place much less pleasant.

May I introduce to
you now Mr. Finnegan

in his first and last
appearance in the Night Gallery.

Give me a stick,
I'll beat it to death.

Does he always look
like he's in a trance?

Permission to leave?

What're you talking
about, Finnegan?

Permission to leave, please.

Get away from the wall.

Let me out of here!

Finnegan!

Oh, dear God!

Look what he's
done to his hands!

Charlie?

Charlie! You know who I am?

The prison doctor?

Prison psychiatrist.

I'm Dr. Simsich, Charlie.

Now, where did you get the idea that
you could knock a hole in a concrete wall?

You remember that, don't you?

Remember what?

Trying to batter down the
wall with your bare hands.

I thought...

Thought what?

Come on, Charlie, tell
me. What did you think?

Where did you get
the idea you could

spring yourself by
knocking a hole in a wall?

Man, you've broken practically
every bone in both of your hands.

Not exactly a rational
act, was it, Charlie?

Maybe not.

But you're a very rational guy.

You've served quite a stretch,
a long stretch with no trouble.

Let's see 1947. Thirty years
for murder one, wasn't it?

This time.

Before that, five years for A and B. Before
that, two burglaries, another assault.

Then as a juvenile,

you got a whole page full.

Not designed to get
you into heaven, Charlie.

No?

Well, what do you think?

I don't think.

I just get up in the
morning, I answer the roll,

I eat the meals,

I exercise in the yard,

I say "Yes, sir"
when I'm talked to.

Then I go to bed.

I dream sometimes.

I dream about being out there...

And up there.

That's not very rational, is it?

We all dream,
Charlie. All of us.

We dream about the
things we care about most.

Nothing irrational about that.

You think you did all that damage
to your hands while you were asleep?

Not asleep.

What, then? Come on, Charlie.

You...

Do you know...

Pete Tuttle?

What about him?

Well, just between us, Doc,

that's the only time
I... I care about living.

When Pete Tuttle
makes me feel I'm...

Something,

somewhere

that I'm not.

Professionally, Tuttle?

Yeah, professionally.

And just what does that mean?

Well, I used to hypnotize
people from the audience.

Two-wagon circuses,
carneys, that kind of thing.

Some nightclubs out in
the Midwest. I wasn't bad.

Where did you learn hypnosis?

Here and there. Out of books,

watching other acts.

I was a ward attendant in a
sanitarium in Jersey a long time ago.

They used to use hypnosis
on the violent cases.

What gave you the idea to
use it on Charlie Finnegan?

You talked to Charlie?

I have.

Ever see his type before?

What type is that, Tuttle?

The type, Doctor, that's
going around the bend.

You keep him locked
up inside four walls

and then on a given
day his head will explode.

But I took him away from here.

I mean, I took him
away from here.

I gave him the suggestion that
his fists were made of pig iron.

He could knock down
the walls with them.

Hmm... He took your suggestion,
mangled both his hands.

If you want to see him, he's
still here and he's not leaving.

You think you're
doing him a favor?

I think, Doctor,

that without me, Charlie Finnegan
will turn his block into a garbage dump,

and maybe, maybe 20 prisoners
nearest him into corpses.

While he's at it, he'll
burn down half this prison.

That's how close to
the old fracture he is!

Apparently, you've turned
Mr. Finnegan into a project, Tuttle.

Well, I'll tell you, Doc. I'm
doing five years on a B and E,

I got 11 months to
go and when I get out,

I figure on a hypnosis act.

With a little class. Maybe
open my own place,

so I'd like to keep my hand
in it, like to keep in practice.

But as for Charlie Finnegan,
well, he's something else, Doc.

Let me tell you, he's
something special.

Let me bring him down
here. Let me show you.

Now, I've seen suggestible
subjects before but nobody like him.

Doc, I will show you things I
can do with Charlie Finnegan

that you'll want to devote a
chapter to in a medical paper.

Charlie Finnegan
in the infirmary.

Have a guard escort
him to my office.

Close your eyes,
Charlie. Close them.

Now, you're beginning
to feel sleepy.

Sleep...

That's it, Charlie. It's
beautiful, you're drowsy.

Sleep...

There. Seven, eight
seconds, wasn't it?

And he's under?

Raise your right arm, Charlie.

Now, Charlie, try to lower it.

You can't! No, it's
chained to the ceiling.

Well, you try and you
try. But you can't lower it.

All right, Charlie. Drop it.

Now, Charlie, you're
still gonna be asleep.

I want you to open
your eyes. Now!

Now watch me. Look
deep into my eyes, Charlie.

Put your hands in
front of you. Like that.

And clasp them tightly together.

Tight!

No, no, there's no pain.

No, Charlie, it doesn't hurt.

No, the tighter you hold them
together, the less the pain.

Tight!

See, the pain's
gone away. It's gone.

Now, Charlie, tighten them.

They're stuck. They're becoming
tighter and tighter together.

They're locked,
Charlie, they're locked.

I'm going to tell
you to pull 'em apart.

You won't be able
to pull 'em apart,

but you're gonna try. Pull them!

Pull, Charlie, pull!

Now, you can pull 'em apart.

You're gonna sleep
now. Again asleep.

A deep sleep.

That's very
impressive, Mr. Tuttle,

but I've seen it all before.

You haven't seen this before.

All right, Charlie.

You can open your eyes
now, you're still asleep,

but you can open your eyes.

Still asleep but you can
see. Watch carefully, Doc.

Charlie, see this?

This is hot, boiling water.

It's scalding hot, huh?

Now, I want you to
put your fingers in it.

Boiling hot. Put your
fingers in, Charlie.

Put 'em in!

It's all right,
Charlie. It's all right.

Doesn't hurt anymore.

Doesn't hurt.

The pain's gone.

Doctor, would you put
your finger in there, please?

Go ahead. Cool, isn't it?

Uh-huh.

Just regular water from
your drinking cooler.

Now, I'd like you to
examine the fingers, please.

All right, Charlie.

Blistered, huh?

Blistered because
his mind told him

that the water was
boiling, boiling hot.

Good Lord! I've never
seen suggestion like that!

No, you haven't.

Because you read him as a
number, Doctor. One of the inmates.

I read him as a brain, a
brain like an atomic stockpile.

If those hands weren't
made of skin, bone, sinew,

what do you think they
would've done to those wall, huh?

Take him out of it, Tuttle.

Have you ever seen
anyone so receptive to...

I told you to get him out
of it, Tuttle! Right now!

What's the matter,
Doc? You scared?

Sure.

Sure, Doc. We'll get him out.

Charlie? Charlie,
you're no longer asleep.

You're beginning to waken.

There. You're back
with us, Charlie.

Back inside these
stinking walls!

Good morning, Warden.

How's it going today, Doc?

Ah, pretty good. Did you get that
paper I left on your desk last night?

Oh, yes. You mean that business of
hypnosis with one of the inmates? Finnegan?

And a man in the same
cell block. Tuttle his name is.

Okay, Doc. Bring me up
to date. What do you want?

Well, I'd like the hypnosis to go on
occasionally, under supervision of course.

I'd like to observe.

Okay, observe.

But on your own time and
theirs in your own office.

Fair enough.

I want this medical,
not sideshow.

And I don't want any of the
other inmates observing, huh?

Okay.

Charlie, how do you feel?

They didn't have those when
you first signed on here, did they?

Jets.

Nothing like it.

Fast, huh?

500 to 600 miles an hour.

Tell me, Charlie boy,
how'd you like to be up there,

streaking through the sky, huh?

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

High and free and beautiful.

I wanna be up there.

I wanna be up
there where it's free.

I want to be out of here!

I gotta get out of here!

Please... Somebody, anybody.

Get me out of here!

I wanna get out of here!

Get me out of here!

Get me out of here.

Get me out!

Get me out!

We'd like to run
some tests on him.

On Finnegan?

No visitors, Doc. That's what they
told me, and keep my eye on him.

I'll take the responsibility.

I may have to ask you
to put that in writing.

This is a real nutsy here.

We had to put the
needle into him today.

Took six guys to hold him down.

It's all right. It's all right.

What about the sedation?
How will that affect it?

I don't know, Doc. We'll see.

What are you gonna do, Doc?

We're going to give Mr. Finnegan's
mind wings. Or something of that sort,

and see what happens.

Charlie?

Wake up, Charlie. Wake up!

Now, Charlie, you're
going back to sleep again.

But you're gonna
keep your eyes open.

You'll take
instructions from me.

Back to sleep. Eyes open.

Deep, deep sleep.

Charlie, now you're
in a beautiful place.

You're way high up
in the sky, Charlie.

You're up in that jet airplane.

You're flying it.

That's right, Charlie.
You are flying it.

You're way high in the
clouds. Clouds all around you.

They're pretty, aren't they?

And far down below
you is the ground.

That's it, Charlie.

Now, Charlie,
you're in that plane.

You're picking up speed,
you're moving faster and faster.

You're flying faster.
You're in that plane.

That's right,
Charlie, that's right.

You fly high, you fly
fast. You're moving it.

That's right,
Charlie. That's right.

Right. You fly
high, you fly fast.

You're moving it!

What's going on
here? You're flying it.

We're running an
experiment, Warden.

It could prove
highly significant.

What's it all about?

It has to do with
prison psychosis,

all the forms it might take...

Doc, you better look at this!

What is it?

Grogginess, lack
of muscle control.

Charlie, you hear me?

He can't even see you.

Those fits of laughing.
It's a perfect case!

You better pull the
plug on this right now!

Don't you see what's happening?
He thinks he's up in a plane.

He thinks he's in a jet! He
thinks he's 10, 15, 20,000 feet up.

He's suffering hypoxia.

He is lying here on a bed and he's
undergoing all the symptoms of hypoxia.

What is that, Doctor?

He's running out of air.

His mind is making him
believe that he's going sky high.

And all those symptoms, the
grogginess, the vision difficulties,

the lack of eye coordination,
that's all part of it.

Hey, Doc, look
at his face. Look!

He's beginning to blister.

That's incredible!

It's as though he were
40, 50,000 feet up!

There's no air pressure to
drive oxygen into his blood.

It's as if...

It's as if his blood were
beginning to boil in his veins.

It's as if he can't breathe.

I want him out of this
and I mean right now!

I want him out of it!

Yes, sir.

Charlie, you're too high.

Charlie listen to me, you're
coming down now. You're too high.

Slowly, Tuttle, gradually.

Slow, Charlie. Very slow.

You're coming down.

You're able to
breathe again, Charlie.

Breathe. It's easy.

You're getting your
breath back. Good, Charlie.

You're coming down. That's
right, Charlie. That's right.

Dr. Simsich, now you listen to
me. I'm not a fancy student of Freud.

I'm just a lousy warden. But you're
playing with in there is dynamite.

And I don't want it to happen
again. You understand?

What I'm playing with in
there is a portion of man's mind

that's never been visited
before, let alone understood.

Now, if I can unlock
that in there, Warden,

you may get answers to questions
that man's been asking ever since...

Doc! You better
come back here now!

Charlie, you're
coming down too fast.

Charlie, it's too fast.
Listen to me, Charlie.

Charlie boy, bring her up!

He don't know how to bring it down.
He don't know how to bring a plane in.

Bring him out of it.

Come on, Tuttle,
bring him out of it!

Charlie you got to listen to me.

You're coming down, Charlie.
Pull back on the controls.

Charlie, you can pull
her out. Pull her out!

Pull up at the
controls, Charlie.

You're in a dive.
You can see that now.

Pull her up. Pull
her up. Pull her up.

Pull her up. Pull her up.

Hey, Tuttle. What went on?

Lots of scuttle about an
explosion or something.

They say Charlie Finnegan
bought it. What's the scam?

Charlie Finnegan bought it.

Dead?

Very.

How?

How?

He burned to death
in a plane crash.

In a plane crash?

Look, Pete I knew old
Charlie was off his rocker.

But now I think maybe you are.

Why don't you show us
some of your hypnosis?

Do your act for us.

You go to...

Oh, Charlie.

Tell me, Charlie.

Charlie boy.

How... How does it feel to be

free?