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Good night, Mr. Hirsch.

Good night, sir.

Good evening, Mr. Whitcombe.

Good evening.

We're proofreading
the new geography edition.

Mr. Garrison wants it
at the printer's in the morning.

Yes?

Any telephone messages, miss Mercer?

Yes, sir.
The photo engravers

want an ok on the proofs.

Havlock paper said
they filled our order.

Mm-hmm. Is that all?

Yes, sir.

Ask, uh... Mrs. Kenet to
come here, will you, please?

She isn't here, sir.

Well, then, uh... bring
me the Leeds manuscript.

The Leeds manuscript isn't here.

Well, it must be.

I sent Mrs. Kenet to my
home for it hours ago.

Yes, sir, I know, but
Mrs. Kenet hasn't returned.

Hmm. She must have been delayed.

Ask her to bring it to me
when she returns, will you?

I don't think Mrs. Kenet
will be back tonight, sir.

You see, her husband's been
away for 2 years, and he's home,

and he came here looking
for her just after she left,

and he was so anxious
to see her that...

I told him where he might
find her if he hurried.

Oh, in that case,

I don't imagine we
can expect to see her,

at least
not tonight,

hey, miss Mercer?

No, sir.
Not tonight.

Where do I sign?

Right under where
it says "corpus delicti."

Sign all 3 copies.

This is Mr. Whitcombe.

Don't get up, Mr. Whitcombe.

Oh, how do you do?

Nice of you
to come down.

I'm Wallace, assistant
district attorney.

Oh, I see you've
identified your secretary.

This is shocking, Mr. Wallace.

What happened?

She
was strangled.

Rather an interesting case.

If I can be of any
help, any information...

Have you any?

I don't know.

Perhaps it has
no bearing,

but her husband
returned today

after an absence
of 2 years.

I didn't see him
personally,

but they told me at the office
that he came in this afternoon,

extremely agitated,
looking for her,

insisting
on finding her at once.

It occurred to me that if
you can find the husband-

we have.
He's in there.

Oh.

Come along with me.
We can talk later.

Now, look, son,
let's go over it once more.

You headed straight
for the bridge

when you heard the
police siren, didn't you?

I didn't hear any siren.

You lost control of the car
and crashed through the bridge,

is that it?

The coroner's report.

Oh, yeah.

You were born and raised in
this city, weren't you, Kenet?

You know there's never
more than 3 feet of water

in that creek, not enough to drown in.

Now, look, son...

After
you strangled her,

you wanted to make it
look like an accident,

uh, broken neck
in an auto crash.

You knew you could walk away
from that kind of accident.

That's it...

Isn't it?

I told you
I killed her in the park,

in milford picnic grove.

Then I tried
to kill myself.

Well, that's good enough for me.

Have him sign
a statement.

Isn't often
they come this easy.

Uh-oh, Dave. I've examined him.

Drunk?

No. He's been through some head surgery.

Well, what's that
got to do with it?

I can't pass
him, Dave.

They'll have to look
him over at psychiatric.

Now, look, Doctor-

I'm sorry. He has to go to psycho first.

All right.

After you, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Hi, Dan.

Hello, Mike.

Come on, Jimmy.
Get up.

Hello, Mike.

Got some business
for you.

What
do you got?

Murder rap.

Here's his stuff.

$32 in bills,
18 cents in change,

a star-silver, I guess-
some sort of war decoration.

Snapshot holder
with one picture.

That all?

That's it.

Snapshot holder,
one-

Give me that!

Take it easy, sweetheart.

I want that picture!

Hold it!

Let go of me!

Good night, Dan.

Good night,
Doctor.

Let go of me!
I want that picture!

Ok, baby, you'll get it.
Now will you be good?

We'll take him.

He's all yours. Everything
goes on ice, including you.

Ward C, one of the side rooms.

Right.

Sign a receipt for me, will you, Jimmy?

Staying around
for some coffee?

No, no. It's too late.
We'll be seeing you.

So long.

The x-rays show
a subdural hematoma

of the left frontal lobe.

This blood clot is causing
pressure on the brain.

As you know, such pressure can produce
both physical and emotional changes.

True to form, the patient
has shown irritability,

hypersensitivity,
local pain,

periods of unconsciousness
with lapses of memory.

That's all. Light, please.

Hat and gloves.

Thank you, Doctor.
You've been very helpful.

Thank you, Dr. dunlap. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Dr. poward,
who is this patient?

Steven Kenet,
his age, 31,

admitted by court order for observation,

confessed to
murder of wife

and attempted
suicide.

He's in ward c.

What's the physical
condition?

Heart, blood pressure,
respiration, normal.

Then there's
no need for delay.

Prepare him
for immediate surgery.

Yes,
Doctor.Anything else?

No. That's all,
Doctor.

All right.
Thank you.

May I have
his report, please?

Oh, Ann, I have an extra
ticket to the opera tonight.

Mother isn't
feeling well.

I'm sorry, but I've
got 2 tickets myself.

Well, mine are in the
fifth row. Where are yours?

Right behind third base. The
red socks are playing tonight.

Doctor, you know I'm
here on my own free will.

Why am I in
the delinquent ward?

Oh, it's a very nice
ward, Mr. Davis.

I've got to see you.

In a little while,
tom.

Me, too.
It's very urgent.

My wife is coming to
see me this afternoon.

Oh, I'm so glad.

I beg your pardon, Doctor, but may
I speak to you just for a moment?

It's most important.

I'll be back.
Tell me about it then.

I have to have
some protection.

All of them steal all the time.

There isn't an honest person-

Nice quiet morning, Delaney.

Hello, Doctor.

Where's this new patient
- Steven Kenet?

He's in 3. Better watch
this fella, Doctor.

He wouldn't even
let us shave him.

He's real antisocial.

Good morning, Mr. Kenet.

I'm Dr. lorrison.

You may go,
Delaney.

Uh, Doctor, I-

wait outside,
please.

You're going to be one
of my patients, Mr. Kenet.

Would you care to tell me
anything about yourself?

Tell me about
those headaches.

Are you feeling
better this morning?

Get out.

Mr. Kenet, we're very
fortunate to have a neurosurgeon

like Dr. Griffin
with us.

He's diagnosed your
case and feels certain

he can remove the
cause of your headaches.

He can.

Yes. Now, if you'll
just sign here,

giving us
your consent.

Surgery, huh?

I've been
through that before.

You can see
what it got me.

Now get out of here
and leave me alone!

Cut up
some other Guinea pig!

Mr. Kenet, if you have any pain,

just tell the orderly,
and he'll call me.

Of course he refused
the operation.

He'll continue
to refuse.

You don't have to be a psychiatrist
to know the game Kenet's playing:

Sit the law out,
stall for time,

then come to court
and get an acquittal

on a plea
of temporary insanity.

Well, that may be true, Mr. Wallace,

but the court sent him
here for observation,

and we're proceeding along those lines.

Look, Doctor, the mother of a
6-year-old child has been strangled.

The million people in this county demand
that our office bring Kenet to trial.

Oh, I recognize your responsibility,

but please don't
overlook ours.

You've had him 6 days.

It may take
6 months.

For what?

I don't want Kenet
psychoanalyzed.

I just want him
cleared for trial.

He's sane.

I'm talking
about legal sanity.

That's all the district
attorney's office is interested in.

We don't care anything
about neurosis, psychosis,

or arterial thrombosis.

Did he know the difference
between right and wrong

when he killed her?

That's the only question.

And did he, Mr. Wallace?

Well, of course he did.

Examine his background.

He was a bomber pilot.

He married
during the war.

Head injury in combat, operation
performed in an army hospital,

successfully.

When he came home,
he was restless.

He had to keep moving.

After the war, he went
to Burma, flying freight.

He left his old mother
and his wife and his child here.

Mrs. Kenet got a secretarial job.

I suppose she had to.

What point
are you making?

A month ago in Burma,
he was in a slight crackup.

In a company hospital, they
gave him a complete check-up.

That's a cable from
the Doctor in charge.

"Advised Kenet second
operation imperative.

"Warned him possible
violent headaches,

"impaired muscular
coordination, fainting spells,

and loss of memory."

My diagnosis
exactly.

You see, Mr. Wallace,

the accident following surgery

formed the blood clot
that's pressing on his brain.

Sure, and that's his defense.

He was planning on using
this Doctor's diagnosis

as a license
to murder his wife.

Why, he banked over $20,000
in the last 2 years.

He wasn't sharing any of that
with his wartime wife.

Everything you've said, Mr. Wallace,
only proves our contention.

We cannot certify
to the patient's sanity

until we observe him after
he's had a second operation.

And he's refused
surgery.

Well, his mother's consent's
all you need.

She's a reasonable old lady,
kind of sickly.

Shouldn't have any trouble
with her.

We'd prefer getting
his consent, of course,

but if you insist,
we'll see her today.

Will you and Dr. lorrison
take care of that, please?

Fine. Let's
get it over with.

Oh, uh, Doctor, he'll pull
through all right, won't he?

Certainly.

Good. I'd hate
to lose him.

We might ask the people
next-door where they've gone.

Ha ha ha!

Still don't rate
a knife and fork?

I told you, Mr. Kenet,

when you're here
awhile.

We do things gradually around here,

one thing
at a time.

You got a cot
in your room today

instead of that mattress, didn't you?

Sure, sure.
Full house, huh?

It's always full.

This is just the first of 3 shifts.

Just like
the Waldorf.

You ain't kidding,

and we got specials, I
guess, on room service.

Go ahead. Dig in.

I beg your pardon, sir, but would
it bother you if the radio played?

No, not at all.

You're quite sure,
sir, you wouldn't mind?

Of course not.

That's extremely kind
of you, sir.

Thank you.

That's
old man slocum.

How long
has he been here?

Oh,
over 20 years.

Seems to agree
with him.

He does all right-
3 squares a day,

he likes music,
and he gets it...

And all
on the county.

We're fortunate.

Usually the radio offers
such a limited variety.

I hope this selection
pleases you, sir.

Yeah,
I like chopin.

Oh...

Oh, you-
you know music.

Oh, that's
wonderful, sir.

I'm so happy to make
your acquaintance.

You see, nobody in
this entire institution

loves music but me.

I brought dozens
of records with me

when I arrived here
3 weeks ago.

3 weeks?

Yes.

But I soon learned to keep
my music under lock and key.

You know, sir, we don't
live in a very honest world.

On the day
of my arrival,

i brought out my Beethoven, the eroica.

The entire album
was gone

but I'll find it.

I listen for the eroica all the time,

and I hear it...

I hear it being
played somewhere...

All the time.

You'll hear it,
too.

Won't you help me
find it?

Sure.
He'll help you.

Come on. Finish
your chow.

Oh, what a joy to find
someone who appreciates music.

We'll
become friends...

Great friends.

We'll grow old together with our music.

Oh! Oh, you were
only trying to be polite.

The music
does annoy you.

Oh, please don't go.
I'll-I'll turn it off.

I'll-

want
your cigarette?

Yeah.

You know, getting upset don't pay.

I blew my big chance in the ring

on account of getting upset
right before the fight.

Walked right into the other
guy, leading with my chin.

Besides, getting upset's
bad for the digestion.

You know, you're something

of a psychologist
yourself, Delaney.

Oh, I dabble a bit.

What's wrong
with that?

You can't keep your nose to
the grindstone all the time.

Man's got to have
some outside interest.

Feeling better, Mr. Kenet?

Oh, he's doing fine, Doctor.

Yesterday was visiting day.

Yes?

Then why didn't I see my visitor?

I got certain rights,
even in a place like this.

Don't tell me my mother wasn't here.

There is no discrimination
against any patient, Mr. Kenet.

You're entitled to see visitors.

Your mother was not here.

I told you that.

That's all, Delaney.

Is that the truth?

There's no reason
to lie, Mr. Kenet.

Thanks. That's all I wanted to know.

That pleases you,
doesn't it?

You've been hoping your mother
would know what you wanted

and take your son
away someplace

where no one would
know him and tell him.

You must have majored
in psychology, Doctor.

Look, your time's
valuable. Don't waste it.

You can't talk me
into that operation.

You've made up
your mind?

No operation,
no trial.

Then I'm here
permanently, right?

Possibly.

Definitely.

How about getting me
out of this chicken coop?

I rate the ward,
don't I?

There are some pretty
nice people in ward c,

very friendly, like Mr. Slocum,

a great lover
of music.

Then you're really
content to stay here?

I don't know where a
man could do better-

3 squares, chopin,
Beethoven,

all on the county.

Mr. Kenet, I'm sorry I
have to tell you this,

but your mother
died last night.

We went
into your house

and found her
lying on the floor.

You knew she'd been ill,
chronic heart condition.

Apparently, recent events
were too much for her.

But don't let that
alter your decision

to stay here, Mr. Kenet.

Your son will
be taken care of

in the county
orphanage.

I know why you
object to surgery.

You don't want
to go to trial.

You know there's a chance of acquittal

on the grounds of
temporary insanity,

but you don't want
to risk a trial.

You don't want
to be acquitted.

You'd rather spend the
rest of your life here

than face your son
again.

You're afraid. You feel
you never can explain to him

why you killed
his mother.

You want to escape from
reality, and you can.

But do you know what happens to a child

when he suddenly loses
his entire family?

Do you know
what life is like

for an orphan in a public institution?

Yes, you'll escape
reality, Mr. Kenet,

but your son
will not.

Good-bye, Mr. Kenet.

Hello. Anybody home?

Who's there?

It's me-Ann.

I'll
be right in.

All right.

Really, Ann,

there are times I
can't keep up with you.

When I came home
from the concert

and found you had deposited
that child here with harriett,

bag and baggage...

You'll be jailed
for kidnapping.

It's all quite legal,
aunt Martha.

The court's given me
temporary custody.

I'm terribly sorry
if you're upset,

but I couldn't see a child
in that state of shock

put in a public
institution.

When you were 6, it was a
soggy cat out of the rain.

It needed aspirin to
prevent the sniffles.

By the time
you were 12,

our cellar
was a menagerie.

Every stray animal off the
streets needed Doctoring.

He just won't touch
anything, miss Ann.

Oh, dear.

He'll probably
get sick, too.

He I sick, aunt Martha. I'll
take it up to him, harriett.

Hello, Richard. I brought
you something to eat.

I thought you might get
hungry a little later on.

It's a little dark
in here, isn't it?

Do you mind if
I turn on this lamp?

No, ma'am.

There.

Oh, Richard, if you want anything
later, I'll be downstairs.

You call me.
Do you know my name?

Yes, ma'am.
It's Ann.

That's right.

If Kitty gets hungry,
you feed her, too.

All right?

Richard, I think you're
going to like living here.

Granny said
daddy was home.

I waited, but
he never came.

Oh, you'll see your daddy
a little later on.

He wants you to stay
with me for a while.

Oh, I'll bet you
the Kitty is hungry.

Suppose you feed her.

We'll put the saucer
right here.

I'll be back
a little later on

when it's time
for you to go to bed.

Hello?

Yes?

Congratulations,
Ann.

But whatever method
you used,

it certainly
did the trick.

Kenet actually
asked for surgery.

Oh, that's fine.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

Thank you for
telling me, Doctor.

Good night.

Now, look here,
young lady,

I know it's
not your fault,

but unless the proper authorities

permit me to see my client at once,

I'll take
legal action!

I'm trying to locate
Mr. Kenet, sir.

I'm sure you are, but beyond that door,

there's complete
indifference

to the rights
of my client.

Reception.
You may see him now.

Take this man to Dr. lorrison's
office, please.

Right.

Half the morning
gone already.

Threat
of legal action-

that's the only way to
cut through red tape.

Institutions,
administrators, executives...

Sometimes it's necessary
to pull them up short,

remind them they're salaried
employees of the county...

Civil servants!

Dr. lorrison, for
the past 3 weeks-

I'm Dr. Griffin.

Now, look here,
Dr. lorrison,

for 3 weeks, you have prevented
me from seeing my client.

Dr. lorrison, I demand
an explanation!

Dr. lorrison.

I don't retract one
word of it, Dr. lorrison.

I demand that you produce
my client, Steven Kenet.

Mr. Kenet.

Sidney x. Hackle,
your attorney.

My attorney?

Appointed
by the court.

If you could hold up court proceedings
for just a moment, counselor...

I'm all through
with him.

I think you'll find the operation's
been completely successful.

It's up to you
psychiatrists now.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's good to see you again, Mr. Kenet.

You're looking very well.
No more headaches, eh?

Don't answer that. Sit down,
Mr. Kenet. You, too, Doctor.

Thank you.

Now, there's a lot
of ground to be covered.

Suppose we proceed
in orderly fashion.

Uh, Mr. Hackle,
there's one important-

now, let me handle this, Mr.
Kenet. I haven't been asleep.

For 3 weeks, I've been thinking
of nothing but our case.

We have nothing
to worry about.

There are 3 approaches
to our defense:

Incurable insanity, temporary
insanity, or the unwritten law.

The unwritten law.

Look here-

believe me, you'll walk out
of that courtroom a free man.

Mr. Kenet, I'm thorough.
I overlook nothing.

Public sympathy
is a great asset

in preparation
for a trial.

Sign here. The rights
to your life story,

serialized
in daily installments

right up to the day
of the trial.

You're a holder of the
distinguished service cross

and the silver star.

Mr. and Mrs. America do not
forget those who served them well.

Mr. Hackle, you're moving
a little too fast for me.

My son is in
a state institution.

I want you to arrange for his release

and enter him in a good
school. That's the first thing.

You can't
mean that.Why not?

Man alive, you're knocking the
props out from under our defense.

I'm counting
on your son.

On the day the case
goes to the jury,

I'm bringing that child
into the courtroom

in the gray institution
clothes of the orphan asylum,

his face pale,
his eyes sunken.

Mr. Kenet, that frail,
pathetic, hungry little creature

is the backbone
of our case.

Mr. Hackle, they've
given me back my clothes,

my belt,
and my tie.

I don't want to go
back to isolation.

That's
the only reason

I'm not going to
break your neck.

Obviously, you're
not prepared to discuss

the merits of
your defense at present.

Phone me when he's
a little more rational.

8,000 decent lawyers
in the state,

and they had
to pick him.

Doctor, how much longer before
I'm sent back to the county jail?

That's up
to the hospital board.

They'll have
a hearing soon. Why?

Once I'm out of here, I can
hire the kind of a lawyer I need

to get my son out of that
orphanage and into a good school.

Mr. Kenet, I haven't seen
you for quite some time.

Your son has not been
in an institution.

He's living
with a private family.

Well, how
did that happen?

Oh, I decided he needed
personal care.

He's staying with
a Mrs. Martha Ferguson.

The court's given her
temporary custody.

She was delighted to have
a youngster in the house.

I've seen Richard a few
times. He's doing nicely.

Doctor, I don't know
how to thank you.

Oh, that's all right.

Now, before the hospital
board can come to a decision

about your case, Mr. Kenet,

I must prepare
a full report.

We're going to start
with some tests.

Just study this design
and tell me what you see.

The boy's all right.
That's good.

I hope they don't
ask me too many questions.

I get so nervous.

This is
my third interview.

Mine is really
a special case.

You're not getting out,

and these hearings
are just to encourage us.

Not one in a hundred
gets out.

3 left last week.

Well, you're
proving my point.

3 left
out of how many?

2,437.

That was the population
as of yesterday,

an increase of 314
in the last 6 months.

You can't argue against
statistics, my friend.

Reconcile yourself.
You're not getting out.

I'm going home.

The Doctors told me
I'm well.

My husband's coming
for me today.

I'm so glad, Mrs. Miller.

I'm next,
I believe.

Just wait, Mr. Kenet.

The Doctors
will call you.

Yes,
Doctor.

Oh, good.

That district attorney's
been on my neck for days.

Let's have him
in and out fast.

Before we release him,
have you read my report?

Frankly, I was unable to give
an opinion on this patient.

Why?

Well, there's no question
he's concealing something...

Many things.

So far, I have not
been able to determine

whether he's doing it
deliberately or not.

He's consistently refused
consent to narcosynthesis.

Ann, everything you say supports
the district attorney's contention.

He refuses narcosynthesis because he
knows the drug will force him to tell us

the thing he's trying
to conceal.

He deliberately planned to murder
his wife and plead temporary insanity.

Now let's have
the patient in.

You may go in now, Mr. Kenet.

Good morning.

Sit down, Mr. Kenet.

Thank you.

We've had you in for
a few routine questions.

Let's have them,
Doctor.

Prior to your operation here,
you suffered lapses of memory.

You haven't filled in
those gaps yet, have you?

I don't know whether I have or not.

Is it that you can't remember,
or you don't want to remember?

Look, Doctor, I've regained
my health and my sanity,

thanks
to you people.

There's only one more
thing you can do for me-

turn me
over for trial.

I see you refuse to
submit to narcosynthesis.

Yes, sir.

There's
nothing to fear.

It's merely a mild
injection of sodium pentothol

to stimulate your memory.

Don't you think it would be helpful
to fill in those memory lapses?

Helpful to whom?

I'm sorry, Doctor. That's
the way I'd prefer it.

That's my legal
right, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

But tell us, Mr. Kenet,

why are you so intent
upon an immediate trial?

Well, I thought it out
this way. Guilty or not,

I'll be out of here and
able to handle my finances

and provide
for my son's future.

That's the only
important thing.

Do you love your son
a great deal?

Yes, sir.

Would you like to see him?

Can I?

When can I see him?

Right now, Mr. Kenet.
He's in there.

No, he isn't there. This is just
a trick, a test to see what I'd do.

He's in there, Mr. Kenet.

Why did you bring him here?

What kind of
a place is this anyway?

You can't push people
around like this!

What kind
of Doctors are you?!

No. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.

It's just that I...

Well, you understand.

It's better
if I don't see him.

I wouldn't know
how to explain to him.

You see, he's only 6.

Excuse me, please.

Doctor, they won't
give me anything to eat.

I must speak to you privately, Doctor.

Doctor, has the board reached
a decision about me yet?

You'll be leaving
here presently, Mr. Kenet.

I know you, Dr. poward.
I know you.

Won't you make
them give me back my eroica?

When am I going
to leave, Doctor? Today?

No. Not that soon.
There's still some tests to make.

What's the delay?

Mr. Kenet, there are 2,500
patients in this institution

and only 12 Doctors.

Dr. lorrison will get
around to you in due time.

How are my
brain waves, Josephine?

Oh, just fine.

How much longer is this
going to take, Doctor?

These tests
may seem routine,

but they are necessary
to complete my report.

Don't be impatient.
Another 3 or 4 days.

3 or 4 days. For what?
Ever since the operation,

there's been no question about
me mentally or physically.

Except for those
memory lapses, Mr. Kenet.

Nobody expects me
to remember things

that happened when I was out
of my mind. No mind, no memory.

That's going to be your
line of defense, isn't it?

Well, memory of things
that happened before surgery

could be a liability.

Sit down, Mr. Kenet. We're
going to record muscular control

and neuromuscular
coordination.

Hold these, please. Try to
keep the pressure the same.

You grip, relax.
Grip, relax. Ready?

First the left hand.
Grip, relax.

Grip, relax.

All right, now the right one, please.

Grip, relax.

Good. Now both hands.

Grip, relax.

Grip... what's the matter, Mr. Kenet?

Something seems to be
disturbing you. What is it?

I don't know.

Is something bothering you?

Could it happen in a single second?

What, Mr. Kenet?

Could you strangle someone

in just one second?

Boy.

Elevator boy.

Coming.

Oh, cronner.

Glad
to see you back.

You've been sick,
haven't you?

My arthritis.

Flat on my back
for over 3 weeks.

That was your secretary who got
herself murdered by her husband,

wasn't it, Mr. Whitcombe?

Oh, terrible thing.

You know, that happened
the same night I got sick.

I recognized your pictures
in the newspapers.

I even read all about how you
told the police she worked for you

and what
a fine woman she was.

Yes.

Could
we start up now?

When I got up this
morning, I said to myself,

"I'm going to ask
Mr. Whitcombe's advice."

What is it, cronner?

My Doctor said to me,

"Henry, you're never
going to get better

"in those drafty halls
and in that elevator.

"What you need
is Florida or California,

warm sand
and plenty of sunshine."

I says, "that takes money,
lots of money."

This is my floor.

The advice I wanted to ask
you, Mr. Whitcombe, is this:

Do you think I ought
to go to the police?

The police
for your arthritis?

Mr. Whitcombe, I'm a man
who knows things,

not only what it says in the
papers, but what it doesn't say.

But at the same time,

I'm a man who says that
one hand washes the other.

That's why I thought
you ought to know

what the Doctor said to me
about going to Florida.

Cronner, the penalty for
blackmail in this state

is very severe.

This is my floor.

I said,
this is my floor.

Which is my visitor?

That little guy over there.

Remember me, Mr. Kenet?

Henry cronner-
the janitor at 106 maple.

Yes.

You know, you and me
have a lot in common-

you facing
the electric chair

and my arthritis
killing me.

Just what do you want,
Mr. Cronner?

Me? I don't want
nothing but justice.

I followed your whole
case in the papers,

and, you know,

they never
mentioned anything

about the three of you
being in the apartment.

You're interested, huh?

I might be.
What have you got?

Uh-uh.

Like my arthritis,

everything costs money, Mr. Kenet.

You know the old saying-

one hand washes the other.

I'm not permitted to handle
my own money at present,

but I'll
be out of here

and in the county jail in a few days.

All right.

Wait a minute. Can't you just
tell me what it's all about?

If I tell you,
I won't have it anymore.

See you in the county jail,
Mr. Kenet.

Come on, partner.

Delaney, could you get
Dr. lorrison for me?

I'd like to see her
right away.

It's Wednesday,
her day off.

Leave a message to see me
first thing in the morning.

Take it easy, pal.
Tomorrow's Thursday.

She'll be at the children's
clinic until 3:00.

All right, as soon
as she gets here.

Cronner...

Oh, good evening, Mr. Whitcombe.

Good evening.

I've been thinking about the
problem of your arthritis.

I'm going to make you a
loan of a few hundred dollars

to take you
to Florida.

I shall want you to
pay me back, of course,

but at
your convenience.

We can't cure anything for a few
hundred dollars, Mr. Whitcombe.

Arthritis is something you
can't get rid of quick or cheap.

Some people understand,

like the fella I met
over in the nuthouse today.

He's doing fine now.

He's going to be out of there and
in the county jail in a few days.

He wants me
to testify for him.

What a generous fella
he is.

Suppose I sent you
to Florida

for the entire
winter.

That wouldn't prevent your arthritis

from coming back
next year

and the year after that, would it?

It's hard to say, Mr. Whitcombe.

It would be a shame

to see you suffer
year after year.

Aah!

You've made a sale for yourself, Doctor.

I'm buying
narcosynthesis.

I'm glad, Mr. Kenet.

Dr. Langley?
This is Dr. lorrison.

Would you please look in on
my 2 patients in hydrotherapy?

I'm tied up this afternoon.

Thank you.

What made you
change your mind?

The other day I told you the
blanks in my memory were an asset.

Yes.

Today they're a liability.

Why?

Maybe I didn't kill her.

Since yesterday,
I'm not so sure.

Well, we'll try this and see.

Narcosynthesis is really quite simple.

Yes, I know.

You do?

I've seen it used.

How far under
am I going, Doctor?

Just below
the surface.

You'll remember everything you say.

Well, about
my loss of memory,

that's only part true.

I suspected that.

Don't start
at the beginning.

I remember
getting off the plane,

going home,
seeing my mother.

I remember other things, too,
only they're not important.

You can gain a lot of time by
starting at 106 maple street.

I want to know everything that
happened there. That's where I'm hazy.

What's 106 maple street?

I've never heard you
mention that before.

That's right. Just go ahead
and question me about it.

Start there.

All right.
Now, just relax.

Flex your hand, please.

Now hold it that way.

Count backwards from a hundred, Steve.

100...

99...

98...

Don't forget to start
at 106 maple street.

97...

96...

94...

91...

Steve,
can you hear me?

Yes.

We're going back,

back to the municipal airport.

You're home, home from Burma. Remember?

Yes. I remember.

Tell me about it, Steve.

Tell me everything.

We're circling the airport.

It's coming in
on the east/west runway.

It's a good landing.

The airport
hasn't changed a bit.

Are you glad
to be home, Steve?

Yeah. It's great.
Wonderful.

What's funny, Steve?

I just can't believe it. He was
riding a kiddie car when I left.

Steve! Steve! Steve!

Hello, mom.

You're really home.

For the next hundred years, I hope.

You look wonderful.

Oh, I feel grand now, son. I've
prayed for this day a long time.

Where's Dickie?

He's in school.

In school? I keep thinking
he's still 4 years old.

Wait until you
see him, son.

He's been the man of the house

since you've
been away.

Throw it down anywhere.

Ok, mom.

Anyplace, anyplace.

Oh, I'm so glad
to have you home, son.

I'm glad
to be home, mom.

Sit down, dear.
You must be tired.

No. I'm not
too tired, mom.

Hey, you've had this chair
restuffed, haven't you?

Where's Helen,
out shopping?

Oh, she's at the office.

What office?

Well, Helen has been
working more than a year now.

What for?

The company sent you checks
every month, didn't they?

Of course. Helen was bored
around the house.

How about a cup of coffee?
It's ready on the stove.

Wait a minute, mom.
Wait a minute.

What do you mean, bored?
What about?

Now, Steve, there really wasn't enough

to keep Helen
busy at home.

We wrote you
all about it.

It still bothers you, doesn't it, son?

No. It's all right, mom.
Really.

I'll fix the coffee.

You didn't get that
operation in Burma, did you?

No.

You promised me you
would in your last letter.

Well,
I wanted to get home.

I'll have it done here.
It's nothing much.

How about you?
What do the Doctors say?

Oh, I'm through
with Doctors

now that you're finished with flying.

You are,
aren't you, Steve?

That's right, mom. I'm
grounded from here on in.

Oh, Professor Adams
told me

they're holding that research fellowship

open for you
at the university.

Yes, he wrote me.

Of course, the salary is still a
joke, but I've budgeted everything.

And with the bonus money
I've saved,

we should be able to make
it last at least 5 years.

I won't stand for any
more of Helen's objections.

Now, Steve, money
seems important

to a young
and pretty girl.

Sure, but she's got to learn there
are other things in this world.

Has she got the car?

Mm-hmm.

I think I'll run into town
and ride back with her.

It's too early, Steve.

She doesn't get
through until 5:00.

She'll be through when I
get there. I'll see to that.

I beg your pardon. Mrs. Kenet.
Helen Kenet, please?

She isn't in.

Has she gone for the day?

What was it you wished?

Well, I just came home.
I'm her husband.

Oh, of course.
The flier.

Helen is on an errand.

She left just a few minutes ago.

I think-wait.

Here's the address.

You'll catch her if you hurry.

Thank you.

Hurry!

Electrician, plumber, carpenter...

Mr. Whitcombe's apartment, please.

Oh, my back is killing me.

Second floor, end of the hall.

You'll have to walk. I'm busy.

Forget your key, darling?

I left
the door open.

Oh, Steve.

Why, darling, if I'd have
known you were coming,

I'd have flown to San
Francisco to meet you.

Oh, no, Steve.

You're wrong.

Well, what you're
thinking is wrong.

Well, you've got
to let me explain.

Well, Steve, I tell you,
I can explain.

Listen to me. You're sick.

Let me take you home.

Steve, don't you hear me?

Think of Richard.

You remember Richard,
don't you?

You remember your own son?
Think, Steve!

I'm his mother!

Oh, no! No!

No!

Something's missing.

Something's missing.

Something in
the apartment is missing.

What was that
about a carousel?

Probably a dream.
I don't know yet.

No, no. Aside from that.
There's something missing.

Well, let's not
worry about it now.

Often the first
treatment is inconclusive.

We'll clear all the details up later

when we have
another try.

No. I've got
to find out now.

The apartment's
the only answer.

If I could
just see it again,

if I could
remember everything,

maybe I didn't kill her.

We can get the court
to give you an order

and have the police take
you to the apartment.

Everything I said
in here is confidential

between Doctor
and patient, isn't it?

Certainly.

Steve, do you remember what happened

after you picked up
her coat?

Yeah. I carried her down the fire
escape and put her in the car,

on account
of mother and Richard.

I couldn't have her found
in his apartment.

Then I drove the car off the
bridge, tried to kill myself.

No. It's before that,
in the apartment.

If I could only remember
what's missing.

Steve, be realistic.
Don't delude yourself.

There is only
one thing missing.

You refuse to admit
to yourself consciously

the true motivation
for killing her.

You had no proof that she'd
been unfaithful to you.

It goes deeper
than that,

back into your own
relationship with your wife.

It was a wartime
romance, wasn't it?

Yes. I was home on leave.

We met and got married.

A week later,
I was back in Europe.

You'd been an important
man of the air corps-

a full colonel
- earning a large income.

After the war
was over,

the only job you really
wanted- at the university-

paid less
than $200 a month,

and Helen wouldn't stand
for this kind of comedown,

and so you went
to Burma, hating it.

Steve, you've
got to admit this

to yourself
consciously.

Those years
in Burma alone,

you were building up

a deep, accumulating
resentment against your wife.

Steve...

Steve?

I have a patient
resting in my office.

Would you take him
to Ward C about 8:00?

Yes, Doctor.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night, Joe.

Good night, Doctor.

106 maple street, please.

It was very clever of you
to pretend you were asleep.

Here's your window key,
Doctor.

When this
is discovered,

it isn't going
to help your case.

If you go back now,
no one need ever know.

You're risking everything for nothing.

"For nothing." Even if I'm acquitted,
I still can't face my son again.

How do you explain to a kid
of 6? What do you tell him?

"Forget it, Richard. When I killed
your mother, I was temporarily insane"?

Maybe I say, "you're
better off, Richard,

without that kind of a
mother, so I killed her."

What can you do?

Try to prove
I didn't kill her.

It's the only way I'll
be able to face him again.

It's worth taking
any chance for.

Oh, Steve, you so desperately
want to face your son again.

You're
perfectly willing

to accept the delusion of innocence.

Don't you realize there
isn't a thread of evidence?

Don't you know you
can't confront a man in-

who said anything
about confronting anybody?

Wait a minute, Doctor.

We're going to do
this my way.

We're going in there
to telephone.

You better not do anything
to make me jumpy.

I'll kill you or anybody
else that gets in my way.

2 coffees, please, and
where's your telephone?

Right over there.

Thank you.

I think-

a hamburger? Sure.
2 hamburgers to go.

What do you want on them?

Everything. Hold it just a minute.

Do you want
onions on yours?

I won't have them
if you don't.

Yes, onions on both.

I'm all out of
change. Pardon me.

Well, that's cozy.

A private room for
the cost of 2 hamburgers.

There's nobody home.
Come on.

Don't do anything to
make me nervous, Doctor.

Just stay
right where you are.

Let's go back. This doesn't
make sense. It's too dangerous.

I'll be right behind you
just in case you slip.

I know this
is against the law.

Steve, please-

a murderer always returns
to the scene of his crime.

You're thinking of that
old Chestnut, aren't you?

This is just
sheer foolishness.

Don't give me
so much static.

Come on. Stand over here. Right there.

Steve, this isn't going-

now, let's see.
I came in.

You came
from the kitchen.

You started
to back away,

guilt written
all over you.

You want
to take care of me.

You want a chance to
explain, to take me home.

"Think of Richard. Think of
your son." You're his mother.

Yeah. This is
the exact spot.

But when I came to,
she was...

She was over by the divan.

How did she
get way over here?

The carousel.

What else-

there's something missing.

That's what's missing.

It was smaller,
but something like this.

Let me have your lipstick.

This is what was missing-
Helen's overnight bag.

Somebody came in and took
it while I was unconscious.

Don't you see?

My fingers had scarcely closed
around her throat when I blacked out.

I couldn't possibly
have strangled her.

It was a perfect setup
for Whitcombe.

Steve, let's go.

You don't believe me,
do you?

You think I'm imagining all this
to square myself with Richard.

It's getting late.
We've got to get back.

Now, let's put
everything in order

just the way we found it.

Don't touch it. Everything
stays just the way it is.

It's getting late. The
patient has to get back.

Checking back in, Joe.

Ok, Doctor.

Keep going.

I'm going back in
the way I came out.

All this is confidential

between Doctor
and patient, isn't it?

You're in a hurry to get in
and report this, aren't you?

Well, I can't stop you,
but just remember,

you're the one who sold
me on the idea of surgery,

of fighting for an
acquittal. Why did you bother?

The guard will be
making the rounds

any minute, now, Mr. Kenet.

Look, Doctor-Ann,

I came back here
with you, didn't I?

I didn't have to.
I could have run away.

Nobody will know I've been
gone if you don't turn me in.

Now, you've
got to give me a break.

If I go back to solitary now,
there'll be no release, no trial.

I'll never be able to
do anything for Richard.

You will keep quiet
about it, won't you?

All right. You better
go in now, Mr. Kenet.

Thanks.

Thanks very much.

Dr. dunlap?

Yes.

I'm sorry
to disturb you, but-

that's quite all right. This can wait.

Sit down, Ann.

I've had rather
an odd experience

with one of my patients-
Mr. Steven Kenet.

Yes?

I went down to my car a
little while ago to go home,

and the strangest thing
happened...

To me.

Yes?

Suddenly, an idea
concerning him hit me.

Well?

Well, I thought it would be
so much better if...

Dr. dunlap, I'm sorry,
but I don't think

I can tell you
my idea now.

It doesn't seem
very clear to me somehow.

I'm not being
very coherent.

I'm afraid
you're not, Ann.

It was very stupid of me

to come in and bother
you this way, Doctor.

As I sat here
telling the idea,

I realized it wasn't even
formed in my own mind yet.

Well, suppose
you sleep on it.

Ideas sometimes crystallize
after a good night's rest.

That's true.
Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Ann.

Remind me to speak
to poward

about arranging a few
days off for Dr. lorrison.

She's tired
and nervous.

Why aren't you
asleep?

I'm expecting
a visitor.

Sure. Sure.

Is there a plane
for Mexico city tonight?

For just one.
Willard Whitcombe.

Yes. I'll pick up the ticket
in one hour.

Yes?

When your telephone
didn't answer at your home,

I knew I'd find you
still at the office.

Your day is never done,
is it, Willard?

The entire board of
directors is here at my home,

and we've just concluded
our quarterly meeting.

Monday will mark
your 20th anniversary

with brattle press,
Willard.

It's a most appropriate day
for you to become

a vice president
and member of the board.

Ha ha ha!
He's speechless.

Of course it's a surprise.
It's a wonderful surprise.

Yes, reverend holmsby. I-

yes, it... will be
a great incentive.

Thank you
for your kindness.

Oh, yes, Mr. Grant.
Thank you, sir.

Yes, of course.

Good night, sir.

That reservation I made-
Willard Whitcombe.

Mexico city. I made it
just a few minutes ago.

I want you
to change it, please,

to tomorrow night.
Thank you.

I made an appointment
by telephone

with Dr. dunlap.
Willard Whitcombe.

Oh, yes, sir.
He's expecting you.

Through there,
first door to the left.

Mr. Whitcombe is on his way in.

I'm Dr. poward.

Oh.

Dr. dunlap will be
with us in a moment.

Coming in, I saw quite
a lot of the patients

walking about
in your park.

With all that freedom,

this hardly seems
to be an institution.

Well, freedom is a comparative
thing, Mr. Whitcombe.

Yes.

When the patient's
not violent,

when they're
almost well, I mean,

I suppose they're permitted
occasionally to go into town,

to the movies?

Only under
proper supervision.

And those
who escape?

Well, that happens
occasionally-

this isn't a prison-

but we usually
get them back.

Oh, Mr. Whitcombe, Doctor.

Oh, yes.

I'm sorry I was held up, Mr. Whitcombe.

It's perfectly
all right, Doctor.

It's very kind of you
to see me.

Not at all. Very generous of you to take

this interest
in our patient.

Frankly, I'm a little
ashamed that I waited this long.

Kenet's wife worked for
Mr. Whitcombe, Doctor.

Oh, splendid girl
and a devoted wife.

She was terribly upset
about him in Burma.

His letters were becoming
more and more irrational.

But, of course, you people
know all about that.

He's better now?

After the operation,
I mean.

He's improved
considerably.

Sufficiently
to release him for trial.

That's fine.
Then my offer

will be coming along
at the right time.

I'm sure it will be
appreciated.

We'll have him
sent down

to the visiting room
right away,

and an attendant
will take you there.

I'm going there, Mr. Whitcombe.

Oh, well...

Thank you.

Thank you
very much.

Get me ward c.

Yes, sir.
Right away.

Mr. Kenet-

I've got a visitor.

How did you know?

I've been
expecting him.

Well, come on.
Let's get going.

He'll wait.

There's
your visitor.

Ah. You don't know me, Mr. Kenet.

I'm Willard Whitcombe.

Yes?

You've been
expecting me?

Have I?

I must apologize
for not visiting you sooner.

You've been in here,
um, quite a while,

in and out.

Well...

Your wife
worked for me.

She worried about you
a great deal...

That is, your injury
and your state of mind.

A very fine
criminal lawyer.

He's positive he can
get you an acquittal

on the grounds
of temporary insanity.

Naturally, a lawyer
of his stature,

his services come high,

but you're not
to be concerned about that.

I'm assuming all costs.

Why should you?

Well, I feel
that your wife...

That is, I'm sure

she'd want me to do
all I can.

I'm sure she would.

Fine, Mr. Kenet. Then
I'll send this attorney

around to you at once.

Don't bother.

But he can get you off.

You want to be acquitted,
don't you?

I will be.

Incidentally, that friend of yours,

that fine
criminal lawyer,

hold on to him.
You might need him.

I know what you're
thinking, Kenet,

whom you're
depending on.

That man has been here
to see you,

cronner the janitor.
You haven't heard?

He can't testify for you.

Poor fellow met
a tragic end.

Fell down
the elevator shaft

from my floor
to the basement.

The police said
he died instantly

as a result
of the accident.

Just a minute,
Whitcombe.

Be sensible, Kenet.

My offer is
your only way out.

Better
accept it now.

I'm leaving tomorrow for
some of that Southern sunshine

cronner prized
so highly.

Remember,
any accusation

you make against me
will be ridiculed,

the ravings of
a pitiful lunatic.

Cronner is gone.

There's no possible way you
can prove I killed your wife.

You did it.

Of course I did.

You admit it!

Oh...

I'll kill you!

You did it!
You admitted it!

I'll kill-
let go of me!

He killed my wife!
Don't let him get away!

Stop him! Stop him
from leaving town!

Oh, so you're going to
release him for trial.

Homicidal maniac.

No! That man
killed my wife.

Didn't you hear him
admit it?

He killed 2 people.
Don't you see?

He'll get away
if we don't stop him.

This is Willard Whitcombe.

You have a reservation
in my name

for Mexico city tonight.

That's right.
Cancel it, please.

Yes.

He played me for a sucker,
Delaney, and I went for it.

Don't you worry
about anything.

That's going to make
you feel much better.

I walked right into
his parlor.

He had every move planned,
just like a chess game.

You're going to feel
great after this bath.

I'll never feel great,
not until I get him.

He killed her, Delaney.
He admitted it.

Yeah. I know
he killed her.

Now, just take it easy.

Last night, when I was
in his apartment,

that's what
brought him here.

He had to find out
how much I knew.

Sure. Last night when
you were in his apartment.

This bath's going to
do you a lot of good.

Look, Delaney, I got
to see Dr. lorrison.

Get her for me,
will you? Right away.

Sure, sure.
I'll go get her.

Here. How's that
for service?

* oh, give me a home

* where the buffaloes roam

* where the deer
and the antelope play *

* where seldom is heard

* a disparaging word

* and the sky
is so cloudy all day *

beep beep.

Let me out!

Let me out!

This is where
I came in.

Isn't this
the guy that told you

he liked this place?

Wanting to spend the rest
of his life here,

all on the county?

Well, the d.A.'S
fixing it up for you, pal.

Dinner, gentlemen.
Let's get downstairs.

Come, gentlemen.

Faster, gentlemen.
Faster!

Say, Hale, just a minute.

You get your dinner later.
You're on room service now.

But wait a minute. I
want to ask you something.

Come in.
Hello, George.

Ann, would you mind
giving me a lift?

Mother's got
the car today.

I'd be glad to.

I ought to
apologize to you.

You were 100% right
about that patient Kenet.

What about him?

If there was ever
any doubt about him,

it was cleared up
today.

What happened?

We almost released
a homicidal maniac.

He tried to kill
a man, a visitor.

He's back
in isolation now,

and we've asked the
district attorney

to apply for a permanent commitment.

I'll just drop
these records.

All right.

* glory, glory, hallelujah *

* glory, glory, hallelujah

Steve.

Steve?

Ann, here I am.

Steve.
What happened?

Get me out of here.
I've got to get out.

Now, tell me calmly,
Steve, what happened?

Come in.

They said you tried
to kill someone.

You afraid to come in?

No, of course not.
Who was here today?

Whitcombe.
I told you he'd come.

I lost my head.
It's as simple as that.

Whitcombe was desperate to
find out how much I knew.

I thought I had him,
but he got me instead.

You remember the janitor
in the apartment house?

Well, he's dead.
Whitcombe killed him.

How do you know?

He told me so.
He confessed.

He told you
he killed the janitor?

Not only that. He told
me he killed Helen.

You see, he had to
get rid of the janitor

to keep him from
testifying for me,

so he killed him, made
it look like an accident.

That's how he could
come here

and boast that he'd killed
Helen right in my face.

Like a fool,
I grabbed him.

That's exactly what
he wanted me to do.

I see. All right, Steve.
We'll tell the police.

It's too late.
Haven't you heard?

They already told the district attorney.

I'm committed here
for good.

Anything I say
from now on

will be the ravings
of a maniac.

You will help me get
out of here, won't you?

Oh, of course I will.
Be patient.

We'll work hard
together,

but you don't
understand.

I've got to get out
tonight. Whitcombe's leaving.

I've got to
stop him.

There's only one
way to do that.

If I can catch him in his
apartment, I can make him talk.

I want you
to get well, Steve.

There isn't anything
I wouldn't do for that.

Trust me.

You think I belong in
this room, too, don't you?

Or maybe you don't know.
Maybe you're confused.

Well, I'm not.

I've got things to do in
this world, good things:

A son
to take care of,

a profession, work.
You know that.

If I don't make Whitcombe
talk, I've got nothing.

I'm going
out of here tonight!

Steve.
Don't do it, Steve.

Please don't do it.
Steve!

Steve, let me out.

Please unlock
this door.

Doctor, Doctor Lorrison,

Doctor, they've been stealing
the letters from my wife.

You see, there's
no federal post-

oh, Steve, please.

Steve, don't do it.

You'll lose all chances
of being released.

They'll
hunt you down, Steve.

Steve, listen to me.

Please
listen to me, Steve!

Pull her, please.

Hot stuff,
coming through.

Thank you.

Main gate.

He just went through.

Are you willing
to sign a complaint?

Well, look, madam, if you're not
willing to sign a complaint,

there's nothing
the police department can do.

No. I'm sorry.

All districts, attention.

Signal 6-0. Steven Kenet,
homicidal, now at large.

All cars,
districts 1, 7, and 10,

take your ring positions-

South plam.

Districts 2, 5, 6, and 8,
arterial roadblocks.

Description follows:

Black Plymouth sedan,

license number 398948.

Escaped maniac
wearing white uniform

of hospital attendant,

escaped county insane asylum
6:53 P.M.

Telephoto transmission
follows.

This man is homicidal.

I repeat, this man
is homicidal.

There's only one way
we'll ever know the truth.

When this man Whitcombe
came here this afternoon

and taunted Kenet,
he thought-

that's what
Kenet told you.

You know it isn't true.

Do you know it is?

I know one thing. We've got to
stop this manhunt.

He'll resist the police,
and they'll shoot him down.

I've suspected
for some time, Ann,

that your interest in Kenet
wasn't exactly clinical.

Now, look, Ann. The man
did escape, didn't he?

Yes.

And he is under indictment
for murder, isn't he?

Yes.

Then you must understand

there's nothing at all
we can do about it now.

We could correct George's
report to the police.

You know, it's just possible
he's not a homicidal maniac,

and he's not going to
kill everyone he sees.

He's probably out
for one thing-

to get the truth
and clear himself.

Hardly a professional
diagnosis, Ann.

Most likely,
he's gone out

to kill the man
he attacked before.

Get me
police headquarters.

Cover maple street,
the 100 block.

The hospital thinks he
might be headed there.

Send 43, 61, and 72

and have halloran check in
from the apartment

of a man named Whitcombe
at 106 maple.

Hello, Maggie?
Dr. lorrison.

Will you call me
a cab, please?

Thank you.

How many?

Fill her up.

Regular
or special?

Special.

Forgot the keys.
I'll be right back.

This concludes
the police emergency broadcast.

We will return you
to your original station.

I wouldn't
do that, mister.

Oh! Ah...

Well, my-my wife,
you see, when it rains...

And whenever
she's at the movies,

I always call
to see-

who's in the house?

Nobody but bessie and me,
and bessie's at the movies.

Where does that go?

Noplace. It's just
a closet. See?

Go right ahead.
Help yourself.

I'm going to have to trouble
you for that raincoat.

Yes, sir.

Who does that car
outside belong to?

Oh, that's mine.
It's in good shape, too.

I mean, I just had the valves
ground, and the keys are in it.

Well, you'll have your car
and clothes back tomorrow.

How far is it
to the state line?

Oh, 80 Miles or so.

Get in.

Yes, sir.

You two men cover
the cellar and the alley.

Davis, cover the roof.

I want this entrance
and the entire block covered.

Get these cars
off the street.

Remember, this man's
a homicidal maniac.

Joe, just a minute.

Stop!

Steve!

Steve, I'm so glad I found
you. I've been cruising

up and down these
streets for over an hour.

Stop playing policeman,
Doctor. I'm not going back.

Oh, Steve. You don't
understand. I want to help you.

I want to prove
that you're right.

I know that
you can't go back,

not until you find
Whitcombe.

I sat in my office
thinking about things.

Psychiatry can
never tell me

what I must
find out.

Steve, that's why
I'm here.

We've got to get you
away from here, Ann.

Your professional career,
everything you've worked for

will be ruined if you're
found here with me.

Oh, Steve, don't you understand?
It doesn't matter now.

Do you remember what
you told me tonight?

Well, that's true
for me, too.

If Whitcombe...
Isn't guilty,

if he doesn't confess,
then there's nothing.

There's nothing
for either one of us.

How about another one, Charlie?

No... I shouldn't
be here.

Oh, I know
I shouldn't be here.

Why don't you
throw me out?

Go on, throw me out
in the rain.

I dare you
to throw me out.

Ah, you won't talk,
huh?

Well, that's
good enough for me.

Ok by me, Charlie.

Money's no good,
nobody to talk to.

Well, I'll just
find somebody.

Tom! My pal,
tom conover.

When did you leave
Cincinnati?

I'm afraid
you're mistaken.

You're not tom conover from Cincinnati?

Are you kidding?

Sorry, chum.
Do you mind?

I'm deeply sorry,
sir. Madam.

Steve, we must
wait here.

There's no way we can
reach Whitcombe now.

Not "we," Ann. Me.

I'll get in touch
with him some way.

Steve,
come to my house.

We can talk things over
there.

You could see Richard.

I've had him ever since
that first day.

The court gave me
temporary custody.

Mrs. Ferguson is my aunt.

He's been with you
all this time?

Yes, he has.

You know something?
I got to buy a drink

for anybody that looks
as much like tom conover

as you do.

Uh, madam,
my name is pinky.

May I inquire
what is yours?

Uh, Betty.

Look, can you please
stop annoying my wife and me?

We're busy.

All right,
all right.

Simmer down, friend.

Just trying to pour a little
of the milk of human kindness.

Uh, madam Betty, your very good health.

Thank you.

You're going back
to the hospital.

I'm going to have another
try at maple street.

Steve, be reasonable. You're
only committing suicide.

All this talk
about your son...

You've got to live for him
if for no other reason.

If you thought
it was so hopeless,

why did you come
prepared with that?

How did I know
there was going to be

a cordon of police
around the entire block?

Please be reasonable,
darling.

I want to help you,
and I can.

But I can't if you insist
on committing suicide,

getting yourself
shot down.

Oh, please, Steve.
Come to my house.

You can see Richard, and
we can plan things calmly.

While Whitcombe calmly
walks out of town,

and I spend
the rest of my life

in a side room
of ward c?

We'll get the best
lawyer in the state.

I have influential friends.
They'll listen to reason.

They've got to when they
understand the facts.

Look, chum, I'm sorry if I
seemed rude over at the table.

I happen to know another
fellow by the name of conover.

Oh, yeah?
What's his first name?

Same as mine. Tom.

Ah, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Your name is tom, and you
knew a man named tom conover,

but you're not tom
conover from Cincinnati?

No.

It's all
very confusing.

Well, it just seems
confusing.

Look, how would you like to
hop in a cab and take a little

ride with me? I'll
explain the whole thing.

Fine... if this lovely
lady can ride with us.

Lady's busy. Has to
look after a baby.

You and I will pay a visit
to a very interesting fellow.

You're not going
anyplace without me.

I should say not.

Betty, why don't you
go on home, huh?

Please, let's stop
at Ann's house.

A foursome.

Now, that's what I call
a real party.

I got a better idea, pinky.
Why don't you drop me off,

you and Betty step out for some dancing?

I'll take care
of the baby alone.

Oh, I insist
upon it, dear.

You trust her
with me, tom.

Now, that's what I call
a friend, a real friend.

Not tonight, pinky.
No matter what tom says,

I'm going with him.

I don't think
he'll be able

to take care
of the baby by himself.

Yeah, just when I get
all set for a big evening,

you got to take care
of a baby.

A real problem child,
pinky.

Uh, what was that address again?

106 maple street.

Pinky, it's been
a real pleasure.

Sorry we couldn't
make a night of it.

How about
a rain check, huh?

Even though
it stopped raining?

Ha ha ha ha!

Oh, tom, you kill me.

Look, Betty,
don't go home, I beg you.

It's early.
How about another drink,

just a little
itsy-bitsy one?

Ha! My good friends.
My very good friends.

How about dinner Tuesday night, pinky?

At my house!

Fine, fine.

Oh, now, his money's
no good, driver.

Oh, thanks, pinky.
See you later.

So long.

Oh, Betty, kiss the baby for me, huh?

Yes, yes.

Good night, boy.

Good night.

Who is it?

Halloran and Schaeffer
again, Mr. Whitcombe.

Right.

Ok to use
your phone again?

Certainly.

Anything new?

Nope.

This is halloran.

Give me upstairs.

Halloran, Sam.
Anything for me?

Yeah?

When?

Ok. We'll be around.

Call you back
in an hour.

You can relax, Mr. Whitcombe.

Oh? They've
caught him?

Yeah, just about. Picked
himself up an outfit of clothes

and a car at a gas
station up near eastbury.

Headed for
the state line.

State cops will
pick him up in the morning.

Come on, schaeffer.
Let's get back on the job.

There's no hurry,
gentlemen.

I'm a terrible host.
It's wet outside,

and I haven't
offered you a thing.

Oh, that's all right.

Now, how about
a little snack?

It won't take any time
to make some coffee.

No, thanks.

Oh, Mr. Halloran?

Yes?

You're still staying
around here, aren't you?

I mean, you'll let me know
when anything develops.

Don't worry.
We're not leaving.

Oh, I'm not worried.
Naturally, I'm interested.

To tell you the truth,
I'm sorry for him.

The poor demented
fellow seems to have

nothing to look
forward to

except a lifetime
in a padded cell.

He'd be better off
dead.

He'll probably wind up
that way. See you later.

Yes.

Don't raise your voice.

Move away
from that door.

The police,
they'll be back.

Sure. I'll call them
when I want them.

They have orders
to shoot.

You better
give yourself up.

I'll kill you before
anyone gets here.

There's nothing
they can do to me

but send me back
to the asylum.

The law says I am
insane, not responsible.

You fixed that.

Look.
I have an idea.

I'll hide you.
I've got money.

My bags are all packed
in the bedroom.

Take them. You can get
out of the country.

I'll keep
sending you funds,

plenty of money,
wherever you go.

I'm a partner
in the firm now.

I can afford it.

You've just been given
an injection

of sodium pentothol.

You can't resist.

You're going to tell
the truth.

Can you hear me, Mr. Whitcombe?

Yes.

You're going back,

back to the last time
you saw Helen Kenet.

Remember?

I remember.

Oh, darling.
Thank goodness you're here.

He tried to kill me.

I don't know
why he came here.

I didn't even know
he was coming home.

Darling,
he was like a madman.

No matter how I tried
to talk to him,

he wouldn't listen. He
wouldn't believe anything.

He just kept coming
toward me.

Then he fainted.

That's the only thing
that saved me.

Would you stop being hysterical, Helen?

But we have to think
of something, darling,

now, before he
comes to.

We can't afford
a scandal.

It would ruin your chance
of a partnership.

Oh, there must be some way to
keep this quiet for a while.

What we need is a little
time, enough to get a divorce.

We won't have anything to worry
about after you get that partnership.

Let Garrison and those
old fossils object

after we get married.
I'll laugh at them.

You'll be a member
of the firm,

and it will cost them
plenty to buy you out.

You are being
very hysterical, Helen.

Where are
you going?

Walking, Helen. I'm
going to take a long walk.

When I return,
I shall expect

to find you and your
husband out of here.

You're not
walking out on me.

We're in this
together.

What you've worked
20 years for,

I'll smash
in 20 minutes.

You'll never get
that partnership.

He'll divorce me,
all right,

and you'll be named in
every newspaper in town.

Please, darling, don't
you see, I need you.

I'll be left
with nothing.

He'll even take
Richard from me.

You've got to
think of me.

He's mad,
out of his mind.

He'll never
listen to reason.

How do I know he won't
finish what he started?

Aah! Aah!

You're safe.

Helen's dead now,
but you're safe.

Safe.

His hands are all
scratched and torn

as if he strangled her.

The police will blame
Kenet, but you're clear.

Yes. They'll
blame Kenet.

They'd have to.

The marks on his hands,
his injury.

His mind is gone.
Everyone knows that.

I'm getting out of here,
back to the office.

Helen's overnight bag.
Where is it?

I know.
Leave everything else.

Must get rid
of the bag.

No one saw me
come in.

Make sure nobody sees me
carrying it out.

That's it.

Ok.

Everybody down
at the D.A.'s office.

We'll get this on the record.

Wake up. Wake up.

It's against the law

for us to use drugs on prisoners,

even a confessed killer.

But you will tell us
the whole story again

when we get you downtown,
won't you, bub?

Certainly not.

I shall demand
to see my lawyer.

With that brilliant attorney
friend of yours, Mr. Whitcombe,

you should have
no trouble.

Hospital's really
quite comfortable.

3 squares a day,
chopin, Beethoven...

All on the county.

Let's go.

Come along, Kenet.

We'll need your testimony, too, Doctor.

Yes.

So this is where Richard's
lived all this time.

Yes.

Where's his room?

At the head of the stairs.

He hasn't seen you
since he was 4 years old,

and he's asleep,
so I wouldn't-

yeah, sure. I'll take
it easy. I can handle it.