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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, Globereporters 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 editorsget 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'stime?

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 thedear 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 copyfor a Sunday feature,

but not with a paper thatuses all of its space with,

"Condemned maneats 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, honey. 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'tdo something aboutPain-in-the-Face.

She's the only dark cloudon a sunshiny morning.

Cornelia takes life seriously.

She lives in the past.

No future in that.Oh.

And speaking ofthe future,

here's somethingfor 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 whyyour father's going upto 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 guynamed Harvey Bogardus.

Oh, you.

I've been interviewedby the press many timesin the past.

And the ensuing articles

have been decidedly uncomplimentary.

However, due tothe reporter's interestin my daughter,

I'd rather hopefor better treatment.

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

Well, it's thesame 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 ofscientific advancement, Matt.

As a matter of fact,

I've been ridiculed bysome of the greatest mindsin the world.

Here's one of them.

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

I didn't enter the field ofpsychic science for profit.

If that had been my goal,

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

and charged anythingI 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 uswho follow any religion

believe thathe 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 oneexperiment left, Matt.

And I'm very close to it.

Would you careto 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 extremeconcentration necessary

for my experiments

requires the complete absenceof any worldly interferences.

I sit alone.

Here, in this chair.

And who sits in that chair?

That is a questionI shall be able to answer

in the near future.

You don't believein my theories,do you, Matt?

Why do you say that?

Oh, nothing.

Just your expression.

I hope your paperwon'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 bea kid's fairy tale,Bogardus.

That's whyI came to see you.

What are you trying to sell me, Doc?

Another life after tonight.

For how much?

For just yourdesire for it.

Your will to return.

If you'veread my book carefully,

you'll know what I mean.

In the past,psychic scientists

have failed tocontact the dead.

Not because ofthe weaknessof their own wills,

and powers of concentration,

but because somethinghappens 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 outswith society's traditions.

You, because you live outside its laws,

and I, because my theories

are not acceptableto 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 meall the days of my life

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

"Amen."

I pronouncethis 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 elsewrote this one.

Joan means this.

"Spiritualism Versus Common Sense.

"Daily Globeexposes psychic fakes."

I didn't write that head.

The beginning iswell-written, too.

"Can the spiritsof your relatives

"come back from the deadto converse with you?

"There's a psychic scientist in the city

"who claims they can.

"But there's a reporteron this paper whoclaims they can't."

Let me see that.

They can't all betypographical errors, Matt.

"Carrington, The Great.

"Late man of magicand chief contender

"in the Spook Doctorsversus Living Facts,

"once offered$10,000 to anyso-called spiritualists

"who could proveconversational contactwith the dead."

"Spook Doctors"?

Only Charlie Davis could've written it that way.

"The Daily Globegoes the late Carringtonten better

"and offers $20,000for 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 lovewith his own brandof yellow journalism.

And I'm gladI 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're gonna 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 youabout something elsethat'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 sidemade such good news,

what aboutwriting 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 willon the materializationof 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 conducta successful experimentalong those lines,

we can prove that there'sno such thing as insanity.

It's a case of a spirit from the beyond

crowding up 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 yoursof the 16th,

regarding theHarrison 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 around here.

Yeah. The coronerjust 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 tobreak his cigarettesin two like that.

His name wasHarvey 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 officelast 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 ofyou were me last night.

You're going to be meagain 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 itafter tonight, Renwick.

Not after tonight.

Waiter.

Take this note to Miss Hanzel.

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.

Renwick. Renwick.

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 diedunder circumstancesthat 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'ttell the difference.

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

Bogardus' twin brother or something.

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

Seems about ready for me down there.

Go ahead,you got enough light?

Yeah.

Hey, that little girl in the park this afternoon

was almost the fourth victim.

I told the chief he better puta double guard around her.

I hope you don't mind merunning 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 Globeprints is names and addresses.

Haven't you even got a theory?

Yeah, I got a theory.

But The Daily Globeis 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.

Okay, keep tryingto 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 takea 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 thinkI'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 prosecutorthat sent Bogardusto 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 casethan 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 gonnado 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 itdoubly difficult.

Joan, too.

I've made a mess of her life.

Joan doesn't think so.

More unwarranted loyalty.

Do you know whyI 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 remembersome parts of the dream.

Not all of it.

The rest is blank.

But I didn't invite you hereto 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'd 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 downin green pastures.

"He leadeth mebeside 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 preparesta 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.