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Are you bad luck!

Hiya, Doctor.

Hiya, babe.

Hey, where are you going?

Inside, inside.

No, you ain't.

Only stiffs go in there tonight.

- No kidding.
- No kidding.

What's keeping you out?

I'm go... What?

- Listen, we're pals, ain't we?
- Yeah.

Get a flash of that.

Yeah, well, it won't do you
any good tonight.

Now, look, I got me orders.

Nobody's going in there,

and that goes for you
newspaper guys, too, now...

Sergeant, all I wanna do
is identify a body.

Now, look, walk down the street,

because somebody
might think I know you.

- Go ahead.
- That's an idea. Bones.

- Hello, Dee.
- Hello.

Say, say, what's the hurry,
big boy?

I just wanna use your telephone.

Oh, yeah? Well, there's one down
at the corner drugstore.

Listen, I haven't got time.

Will you be a sport?
Come on, act natural.

Alright, but step on it.

- This is no telephone exchange.
- Uh-huh.

Haven't I...

Say, didn't I meet you
in Havana?

Yes... What?

Hello, World?
Give me the night desk, please.

Yeah. Uh, Willard Keefe.
Yeah, this is Lee Taylor.

I'm down at
the Mott Street Morgue.

Just now they bring in the body
of an old scrubwoman

murdered under very peculiar
circumstances.

No, they won't let me see it.

I can't get any dope,
police, police...

Mm. Very good. I say very...
What?

I say I can't get
any dope on it. Police orders.

Just now, Stevens, O'Halloran

and a guy named Dr. Xavier
arrived.

Something's doing.

Yeah, I've heard that one, too.

Listen, you lunkhead,
I'm not clowning.

Look out the window, will you?

What do you mean, the moon?

Certainly I mean the moon.

I'm laying ten bucks to a dime

it's another Moon Killer murder.

Well, that's different.

Now, listen, Lee,
stick right on it.

Fine.

I, uh, I thought I...

Ah.

Oh, Rachmaninoff.

How about the, uh,
"The Prelude," huh?

Hey, Mike, just a minute.

Please! Hello, Mike.

Hey, listen, what's going on
across the street tonight?

I don't know a thing, Lee,
I'm walking my beat

and minding my own business.

Mm-hmm. Well, have you got
a cigarette?

I never use them.
Here, smoke this.

Paddy, the bartender down
at the corner, gave it to me.

Oh, much obliged, Mike.

- Yeah, no problem. Hey!
- Thanks!

Good gracious!
What, what you got there?

Nothing, just a little
handshake buzzer.

You see, fits right in the palm
of your hand.

You wind it up,
you wind it up like that,

and it discourages these
professional handshakers.

I ought to have one on each hand
for my beat here.

Well, I gotta be going now.
Goodbye.

- So long.
- Ah!

Forgot all about that thing.

Don't ever bring any of those

darned tricks around here again.

What's your theory, doctor?

Strangulation by terrifically
powerful hands.

You will notice
how deeply the thumbs

are embedded in
the sternocleidomastoid.

And what do you think
of this incision

at the base of the brain?

Obviously made
by some type of scalpel

used for brain dissecting.

But it's peculiar that this left

deltoid muscle
should be missing.

It's been torn right out.

Gentlemen, it wasn't torn.

This is cannibalism.

- This portion of the body was...
- Impossible!

- There's no doubt about it.
- Thank you, Doctor.

I appreciate your
professional opinion.

I'm only too happy to be of
any service to you, gentlemen.

Now, uh, if you'll excuse me,

I have rather an important
experiment in progress

that demands my attention
every few hours.

I hardly think I can be
of any further use to you,

so if you don't mind,
I'm very, very sorry,

but I'll say good night.

Just a moment, doctor,
if you don't mind.

One thing more.

- Very well, sir.
- Yes, what?

Now, look here, doctor,

this is the sixth murder
in the same number of months,

all committed in the full of
the moon with no apparent motive

by means of strangulation
and an incision

with a strange surgical knife.

Yes, it is peculiar, isn't it?

Most peculiar.

What's your theory
of the killer, doctor?

A neurotic, of course.

Some poor devil
suffering from a fixation.

Fixation? What do you mean?

A knot or kink tied to the brain
by some past experience.

A madness that comes
only at certain times

when the killer is brought
in direct contact

with some vivid reminder
of the past.

It's hard to believe that.

Yes, for a policeman,
I suppose it is.

But I tell you
that locked in each human skull

is a little world, all its own.

Yes, well, what would these
reminders be, for instance?

Anything. The sight of the sea,
the full moon.

Anything.

The poor devil,
sane at all other times,

is forced to live over the scene

of the action
that first drove him mad.

Very interesting.

Particularly in view of the fact
that all these murders

occur in the vicinity
of your medical academy.

Are you implying that someone in
my academy could have done this?

I am convinced of it.

This is preposterous!

I spent 26 years
building up my institution

to its present high standard.

I'm familiar with the character
of every student and professor,

and they're all men
of the highest integrity.

There are other academies
in the state...

But they don't have
that kind of knives.

The surgical supply house swear
they import them from Vienna

especially for your institute.

It's the only place in
the country that they're used.

Commissioner Stevens, if you
jump at a hasty conclusion

like this, you'll ruin
the integrity of an institution

that has one of the finest
reputations in the world.

I'm sorry, doctor, but I have to
start an investigation.

I tell you this first, because
I'm hoping for your cooperation.

Naturally, I shall do everything
to protect your institution.

But the newspapers,
the publicity.

Ah, don't worry about them.

We don't want publicity
any more than you do.

If my academy
is under suspicion,

give me a chance to conduct an
investigation of my own first.

Surely, with our knowledge
of the human brain,

we have every facility
to catch a madman.

Well, how would you proceed?

By immediately studying
the pathological reactions

of every man
placed under suspicion.

Then trap the guilty one
by a brain examination.

May I examine the records
of your students and faculty?

Why, assuredly, assuredly.

You can come to my office now,
if you wish.

But, I beg of you,
no publicity, please.

- No, don't worry.
- Please.

Not one newspaper in the country
shall hear of this

until you've had
every opportunity

to clear your academy
of suspicion.

Thank you. Thank you.

I appreciate your gesture.

Ha!

Ah.

What? What is it?

What do you want?

Father!

Oh, it's, uh, it's you, Joanne.

- What, uh, is it, dear?
- Nothing.

I, I just came in here
to say good night to you.

Father, what are you doing
in here in the dark?

- You frightened me.
- I'm sorry, Joanne.

I just came here
to get those records.

It's late. You're looking
very tired, darling.

You're only heading for
a nervous breakdown unless...

That, uh, that moon,
mixed with this other light,

it's... it's too ghastly.

Father, you worry me. You
promised me you'd take a rest.

- Lately you've been so...
- No, my dear, I... I'm alright.

Just a little nervous,
that's all.

Now, I have some gentlemen
next door in the office.

You run along.
I'll be through shortly.

- But, father...
- Now, Joanne, please.

This is very important.

Goodnight.

But, really, gentlemen,
this investigation is useless.

The academy is closed.

The students are away
on their vacations.

It surely isn't wise
to spend your time on this.

What's that?

Probably Professor Wells.
He's in his laboratory.

What's he doing here if the
school's supposed to be closed?

It's not an unusual thing
for the faculty

to spend their evenings here
at this time.

Vacation period is the only
opportunity they have

to do their personal
research work.

What's the history of this man?

- Well, um...
- I'm waiting, doctor.

Professor Wells is a student
of cannibalism.

He's written a book about it.

Why didn't you tell us
this before?

- It's as good as a conviction.
- I hardly think so.

I'm very fond of Dr. Wells.

He couldn't possibly
do a thing of this sort.

- May I talk to him?
- Why, certainly. Certainly.

Come this way, gentlemen.

What a very strange, uncanny
place you have here, doctor.

What're all these doors?

They're the laboratories
of my faculty.

Dr. Wells, Dr. Duke,
Dr. Rowitz...

And all those men are here
at this hour of the night?

They seldom leave.
They live for their work.

After all,
this is a research institute.

I should like to have a little
talk with these gentlemen.

Of course.

I'm sorry
to disturb you, Professor Wells,

but I would like to introduce
some friends of mine.

- May we come in?
- Of course.

Of course, gentlemen.
Come in. Come closer.

This is Mr. Stevens.
Mr. O'Halloran.

- Professor, how do you do?
- How do you do?

That's interesting, isn't it?

If this experiment
is successful,

we will be a little nearer
the secret of life.

What is that?

That's a heart.

I've kept it alive
for three years by electrolysis.

Electrolysis?

Professor Wells is accomplishing

remarkable findings
in nerve reflexes.

- You flatter me, doctor.
- Oh, no, no.

I understand, Professor,
that you live just for your work

that you seldom
leave the institute.

Not necessarily. I played truant
a short while ago.

I was down by the waterfront
for a breath of air.

- What time was that?
- You're not feeling well?

- Your arm is troubling you?
- Yes, it's, it's very annoying.

Well, you're foolish
to sit there in discomfort.

If you gentlemen
don't mind, I...

Why, of course not,
of course not.

I put it on
just as I heard you coming.

An empty sleeve is
revolting to most people.

Well, I... I think we've taken up
enough of Professor Wells' time.

- Oh, not at all, Mr. Stevens.
- Thank you, professor.

Well, gentlemen,
shall we be going?

There are many other interesting
things to see.

- Yes, let's be going.
- Good evening.

Good night.
Thank you for calling.

You know, this is a tough case.

There isn't much chance of his

strangling anybody
with one hand.

Oh, I agree with you.

Well, that lets him
out of the picture.

Whose room is that?

Professor Haines'.

Is there anything
about him that might justify

my putting
him under observation?

Well, of course, if you're just
looking for someone

to hang suspicion on,
there's not a man

on my faculty that wouldn't
come under that heading.

Then, you do know something
about this man Haines.

No, not exactly, except...

Except what?

- Well, uh...
- Come on, come on.

Well, what is it?

Dr. Haines
and two other scientists

were shipwrecked
off Tahiti about a year ago

while making a study
of the coral reefs

for the Killary Foundation.

Now what's that
got to do with it?

You say they were shipwrecked?

Yes, they were adrift
for 24 days.

Their supplies were exhausted.

When they were picked up,

Haines and one other
were delirious.

The third had vanished.

There was no explanation
at the time.

Haines later claimed
the man had died,

and he had thrown
the body overboard.

- I should like to meet him.
- Surely.

But I... I am sure that he's,
he's not the guilty party.

The killer is a maniac,

and Dr. Haines is one
of the most brilliant men

in the medical world,
however, if you insist...

I do.

Very well.

Professor Haines?

Ah, yes. Yes, yes, come in.
Come in, doctor.

I want you to meet Mr. Stevens
and Mr. O'Halloran.

They're making a tour
of scientific investigation

and intend to honor our academy
for a short time.

How do you do, gentlemen?

I hope we're not
disturbing you, professor.

Not at all. I was just relaxing.

Professor Haines is a most
intensive worker.

I've just been telling
Mr. Stevens

of your phenomenal experiments
in brain grafting.

Oh, doctor, doctor, come.
Come. I want to show you.

I want to show you
a new type of brain cell.

That, that should be
interesting, professor.

I'm sure you'll find it so.

- On the slide?
- Yes.

Look.

Relaxing.

Why did you bring
the police in here?

Get them out quickly, or I'll...

Professor, do you experiment
with all these animals?

Mankind's benefactors.

Those little animals whose blood
most nearly resembles the human.

Yes. Yes, yes, of course.
Of course.

But it's getting rather late,
professor, and,

and Mr. Stevens wants to see
the rest of the laboratories.

Now that he's met you,
he can call some other time.

- Delighted.
- Thank you, professor.

Glad to have met you.
Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, gentlemen.

There's always a certain amount
of danger in a laboratory so...

He's certainly a strange type.

Well, such men are
naturally strange, Mr. Stevens.

Sometimes in the over development
of one part of the brain,

another part is weakened.

There's a type who looks capable
of anything.

Oh, I assure you,
he's as timid as a lamb.

He's inclined to be attentive
to my daughter,

so I see a lot of him.

- Who... who's the next?
- Dr. Rowitz.

He's the scientist who was with
Haines during the shipwreck.

If you'll, uh, step this way.

Are you busy, Dr. Rowitz?

Always, but it's a pleasure,
gentlemen.

Oh, excuse me.
Mr. Stevens. Mr. O'Halloran.

- How do you do?
- How are you?

Can I be of any service?

Well, we are just
looking around, doctor.

- Oh, yes, of course.
- Good evening, Professor Duke.

- How're you feeling tonight?
- Horrible.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, if it makes you feel sorry
to hear things like that,

then don't ask questions.

Oh, uh, Professor Duke,
Mr. Stevens, Mr. O'Halloran.

How do you do?
How do you do?

He's Dr. Rowitz's collaborator.

You're an astronomer, doctor?

Not that, sir.

I have an interest in the light
qualities of the moon.

If you might suffer sunstroke,

might you not suffer
some similar evil

from the rays of the moon?

- Moonstruck, you mean?
- Exactly.

What we call lunacy,
from the word Luna,

meaning the moon.
Latin, you know.

However, the Luna rays will
never affect you or me, sir.

- Because we are normal people.
- Sure.

It affects strangely
certain neurotic types.

Yes, the moon is powerful.

Why, twice a day it lifts
billions of tons of water

at high tide that wash
the shores of the world,

like an eternal old scrubwoman.

- Like what?
- Oh. Pardon my poetic effort.

Yes, but just
what do you mean by that?

I'm afraid we've taken up
too much of Dr. Rowitz's time.

Um, thank you, doctor.
That was very, very interesting.

- Goodnight, gentlemen.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

You know,
this is the doctor's particular

hour for observation.

Well, the, the moon
doesn't wait, you know.

Did you notice
the face on that fellow?

That sailor who saw
the scrubwoman killed tonight

says the murderer had a face
that was horribly disfigured.

Rowitz certainly fits
the description, alright.

Gentlemen, I don't believe that
Dr. Rowitz could commit a crime.

He has such a lovely nature.

Why, he's the author
of several volumes of poetry.

- Hello?
- What're we gonna do?

We're powerless
unless he helps us.

You know that as well as I do.

We've exhausted every clue.

He can help us find
the murderer, if anybody can.

And I'm gonna put plenty of

pressure on him
and make him do it.

A little nervous perhaps,

but nothing more.

Oh, ridiculous.

Alright. Alright.

Now, you go back to sleep, dear.

Goodnight.

Doctor, if I permitted you to
conduct your own investigation,

how long would it take you?

If you leave me alone,
I can conduct a series of tests,

which in 48 hours
will conclusively prove

whether or not the killer
is a member of this academy.

In the meantime,
I should like to check up

on all your collaborators.

Who's there?
Hey, what're you doing up there?

Huh? I'm a, I'm a,
I'm a building inspector.

I... I work nights
so I won't get sunburned.

I asked you
what're you doing up there?

Well, I... I'm a somnambulist.

I probably came up here
to have my head examined.

You come down from there,
or I'll...

Oh, oh, oh. Now, just a minute,
I'll be right down, honey.

Just... just relax.

Everything is gonna be alright

and on the up-and-up.
I'm not used to these.

These fire escapes
are a sideline with me.

Now everything is gonna be...
There's nothing to worry about.

See, Police Commissioner Stevens
is upstairs,

and I'm taking care
of the outside.

By the way,
what're you doing here?

I'm Ms. Xavier.

And we're not accustomed
to having strange men

climb all over our fire escapes.

I'm not accustomed
to having strange girls

sticking guns in my stomach.

By the way, you're just
the person I wanna see.

I wanna ask you a few questions,
could you tell me

the whereabouts of your father
during the last four hours?

How do you spend your evenings?
I mean, uh.

Uh, have you ever noticed
the doctor acting strangely?

I'm sorry, but I can't
answer those questions.

The doctor hasn't been
very well lately,

and I don't like policemen
or anyone to disturb him.

- Goodnight.
- Just a minute.

Have you got a permit
to carry that gun?

Yes, I have. Goodnight.

Alright. I'll agree
to lay off for 48 hours.

But I give you my word,
if you don't succeed,

I'll come in here,
seal every door,

place everybody
under technical arrest,

take fingerprints,
conduct a rigid inspection.

I don't care
if the whole world knows it.

There've been six
murders committed

all in the same circumstances.

The evidence points here.

But, commissioner,
all I want is a chance.

You've got it, 48 hours.

- Goodnight, doctor.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Meddling fools.

This way out, gentlemen.
If you please.

- Who're you?
- I am Dr. Xavier's butler, sir.

My nerves are all shot.

That dumb, potbellied,
flat-footed cop.

I dashed that off
in five minutes.

I think it's pretty swell.
What do you think?

It's okay.

But you stick on Dr. X's trail,

and you get a picture of
the doctor and a statement, too.

Oh, no, not me. Listen,
I wanna get off this story.

Put me back on
crossword puzzles,

covering woman's clubs,
anything, will you?

Say, what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me?
Nothing at all.

Only I spent all last night

laying next to
a bunch of stiffs,

looking at a lot of goofy guys.

I let a dame poke
a gun in my stomach,

and then I let a dumb policeman
slip me a trick cigar.

Say, you wanna draw
another paycheck, don't you?

Certainly,
that's my aim in life,

but I'd like to keep out
of the bughouse to enjoy it.

Eddie, when is
Lee Taylor's week up?

Oh, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Can't you take a joke?

Alright, keep moving,
but get a picture of the doctor.

- Here, have a cigar.
- Uh-huh.

How do you do?
I'm Mr. Taylor.

- You ain't a reporter, are you?
- I should say not.

Well, that's good. We've been
overrun with them all morning.

Gee, they got us goofy.

I know just how you feel,
Ms. Xavier.

- Why, I ain't Ms. Xavier.
- Well, that's funny.

I was told that she was
a good-looking girl

of about, uh, 20.

I'm 21-and-a-half.

Oh, fine.
Pleased to meet you.

Gee, ain't you
the kidder, though.

That's another thing
in your favor.

That shows that you have
a sense of humor.

What do you want the miss for?

Oh, uh...

- My grandmother sent me.
- Your grandmother?

Mm. Won't you take
these flowers?

- For the miss.
- Come in.

Just a minute.

Ms. Joan,
there's a man down here

wants you for his grandmother.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, how... how do you do?

I... I didn't know you...
I'm awfully sorry.

You know, I... I felt sure

that I'd hear you coming
before you entered.

Well, I suppose I could go
back and cough.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
please don't bother.

Stay right here.

You're sure
I'm not disturbing you?

Not at all.
Why do you ask?

You're so obviously at home here
that I feel like a guest.

- You don't mind if I sit down?
- Oh, please do.

Oh, how nice. Thank you.

And, uh, since you're my guest,

won't you...
won't you want a cigarette?

No. What I want is to know if
you're really going to take it.

- Going to take it?
- Yes, my picture.

It's sticking out
of your right pocket.

Well, isn't that
the funniest thing?

You know, this is really all
your own fault.

You have absolutely no business
photographing so attractively.

- Thank you.
- And, uh...

I have a habit of collecting

pictures of beautiful girls.

Well, and, uh,
pictures of their fathers, too?

Pictures of their fathers...
Huh? What fathers?

My father's picture's sticking
out of your left pocket.

Well, can you beat that?

How do you suppose
that got there?

Just who are you, anyway?

Because you're such
a good scout,

I'm gonna break down
and confess and tell you.

I'm Lee Taylor
of The Daily World.

- Then you did it.
- Me?

It was you who printed
that horrible story

of father in this
morning's paper.

Horrible? Oh-ho,
you ain't read nothing yet.

- What do you mean?
- What I mean is...

Well, don't you see? Your
father's a famous scientist.

He's been called in
on a sensational case.

- That's news.
- But you've upset him terribly.

Now, on account
of that newspaper story,

he has to go some other place
to carry on

his investigation.
He hates publicity.

You mean to tell me
he's leaving town?

Who's going with him?
What time are they leaving?

- What station...
- That's none of your business.

I refuse to say
another word to you.

You're just contemptible and
impudent enough to publish it.

Oh, impudent, maybe,
but not contemptible.

- Don't call me contemptible.
- You are contemptible.

You deliberately
fooled me last night

into believing
that you were an officer.

Well, I merely showed you
my police press badge.

Don't you think you've been here
a very long time?

Oh, listen, honestly,
I am ashamed. But don't you see?

This is the biggest thing
that's happened

in this town in six months.

If I don't get something
on this story,

why, I'll have to join
the army of the unemployed,

and you wouldn't
want that to happen.

I'd be very grateful to you
if you'd leave.

I didn't quite get that.

Yeah, would... would you
say it again? A little closer.

- You hard of hearing?
- No, no, but don't you see?

That... that's the closest thing
to anything coaxing

that you've said yet.

- You get out of here.
- Oh, don't be angry.

Come on, let's laugh it off.

Won't you shake hands
and be friends?

- No.
- Oh...

Lucky.

I've got to get something
on this story,

or I'm out of a job
before I start.

Hey!

Take this home
to your grandmother.

Bad luck.

There... there is no need
to be temperamental.

We are here on a matter
of the utmost gravity.

That's why I've sent for you
so unceremoniously.

We are all under
suspicion of murder.

- What?
- Absurd.

- Ridiculous.
- What imbecile thought that up?

Gentlemen,
I know you're all acquainted

with these recent
horrible murders.

Moon Killer murders,
as the press calls them.

The investigation
has proven that, in every case,

the killer has made use
of a surgical instrument,

a type to be found
only in our academy.

- But, doctor...
- One moment, please.

Naturally, I prefer to believe

that everyone
in this room is innocent,

but circumstances
point to the conclusion

that one of us may be guilty,

any one of us.

Confound it, Xavier.

Bring us up here
on a night like this.

Why couldn't you have told us
this at the academy?

For a simple reason.

I wish to conduct
an investigation of my own,

alone, quietly.

And I want your help.

This is a lot of tommyrot.

Don't you realize
what the publicity

of a police investigation
would mean to us?

You are quite right, doctor.

What do you propose to do?

I want every one of you
to submit

to a psycho-neurological test,

an experiment
that I have devised,

which I hope will prove
each one of us innocent.

But if it should
prove otherwise?

Well, then, my dear doctor,

surely one's own farewell
to life

is preferable to that
demanded by the law.

This is preposterous.
I refuse.

Good. Then the police
will give it to you.

Gentlemen, I consider it a
privilege to have an opportunity

of proving my innocence.

- Doctor, I'm ready.
- Thank you, Dr. Rowitz.

- Dr. Wells?
- Yes.

- Professor Duke?
- I agree.

And you, Professor Haines?

- Well, if they all agree.
- Good.

Oh, I think
it's a lot of nonsense.

Gentlemen, I suggest you all
retire to your rooms and unpack.

In ten minutes we shall all meet
in the laboratory.

A still?

Wonder where they bottle it.

Oh.

Bad luck.

You and me both.

Very well, doctor. At once.

Your room is at the end
of the corridor.

Mine's over there.

I just fixed yours
for the night.

Is there anything else, miss?

Why, Mamie,
what's the matter with you?

- Your teeth are chattering.
- This terrible house.

It gives me the horrors
worse than ever.

Well, don't be absurd.
Go to bed and go to sleep.

Well, I hope you get
a good night's sleep.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Mamie.

Goodnight.

Come, Mamie. Come.

Come, Mamie.

How would you like to meet
a ghost in here, eh, Mamie?

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

He'd be a lot pleasanter
than you.

Stop that, Otto.

Stop it.

Why, there ain't anything
in this room to be afraid of.

So you can just stop
trying to make me nervous.

Well, well, Mr. Zilch,
how are you?

The smells.

Don't they remind you of an
embalming parlor, eh, Mamie?

The only thing in this room
that does that right now is you.

Yes, you can laugh now,
if you want to,

but you won't laugh tonight

when you have to wear these
for the experiment.

- Where did Dr. Xavier get that?
- From the morgue.

The old scrubwoman wore these
the night that she was murdered.

Look, Mamie, look here.

You can see
some of the blood on them.

No, Otto!
No, please, Otto! No, no!

Look, Mamie.
Look, Mamie. Yes.

I take back what I said, please.

Look, Mamie, look.

Otto, Mamie, what's wrong
with the switchboard?

- What's going on here?
- Nothing, sir.

Yes, there is, Doctor.
He's trying to scare me.

- Otto, stop this foolishness.
- Yes, sir.

Now, pay attention, both of you.

- You have the dress, Otto?
- Right here, sir.

Mamie, you'll kindly put it on.

- Put in on? But, doctor...
- Now, I want your help.

You and Otto will enact
the last murder

of the so-called Moon Killer

before an audience
I've selected.

Otto knows all about it and will
instruct you in your part.

- What part do I play?
- The scrubwoman, of course.

The one who was murdered
last night.

Murdered?
But, doctor, please, please.

- Couldn't Otto play it?
- No, Otto has his own part.

That of the killer.
There's nothing to be afraid of.

Remember our signals, Otto.

- Just as I explained.
- Yes, sir.

You see, Mamie,
there's nothing to be afraid of.

- There's nothing...
- Ah!

How've you been, babe?

Now, cut it out, now, will you?
Cut it out.

...two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine...

You're right. Oh.

There's nothing like this way.
How utterly absurd.

Good heavens, doctor,

what have you done
with your laboratory here?

It's nothing like
it was on my last visit.

I've made a few changes,
that's all.

A thousand, I should say.

Thermal tubes, huh?

A blood reaction, by high
frequency current, as well.

Dr. Xavier is still
working on his theory

that strong mental repressions,
phobias,

hidden in the darkest corners
of the subconscious mind

can be brought to the surface
and made to register

through certain reactions
of the heart.

- Am I correct, professor?
- Precisely.

And tonight I hope
to prove my theory.

Now, gentlemen, would you kindly
be seated in these chairs?

We'll begin the experiment.

Well, if we must, then let us

get it over with quickly.

Dr. Rowitz, Dr. Haines
and Professor Duke.

And now, gentlemen,
with your permission,

Dr. Wells will assist
you in clamping

these contact wires
to your wrists.

- Are yours included?
- As close as possible.

- Certainly.
- As close as possible.

But, see that the connections
aren't too tight.

You'll be quite comfortable.

Will you pardon me a moment,
doctor,

as I attach the contact clamp.

That's it. Thank you.

Did I have to come
all the way down

from the city
to play guinea pig for you?

I'm sure you'll forgive me
in just a few moments.

We're ready, professor.

The moon.

Perfect.

Just as though we'd ordered it.

Close those curtains.

Give me the shivers.

Moon shining right in my face.

Oh, no, no.
No, leave them alone.

Close them!

Shall I?

Alright,
you may close them, Wells.

Now, listen, please,
to what I have to say.

One of us in this room
may be a murderer.

A murderer who killed
by the light of a full moon,

leaving his victim's
body mutilated.

A cannibal.

Evidence shows
the killer has two hands.

Therefore,
only Wells is eliminated.

So I shall ask him
to work the apparatus.

Wells? Wells?
How about me?

A hopeless paralytic.

Silence, please, professor.

Wells, will you take your place
outside

in the recording cabinet?

Yes, doctor.

I'm going to leave you
for a moment now,

while I check the variability
of your blood reactions.

I suggest that you remain silent
during my absence.

Wells, the young quack.

Had him for an intern
before he could grow a beard.

If you ask me,
I think Dr. Xavier

is using very unethical methods.

Necessity has no ethics, sir.

Gentlemen, I am now turning on

the 100-milliampere,
high-frequency coil.

Your pulses are connected
with the magnetic rotators,

and each variation
of your heartbeat reaction

is amplified 4,000 times.

The rotor of
the electrostatic machine

is connected in multiple series

with a bank of
glass-plate condensers,

and the discharge causes
irradiations

to the thermal tubes,

which, in turn, indicate your
increased pulse rate

and nerve reactions.

- We can proceed now.
- One moment, doctor.

Were the murdered
women attacked?

Does your mind never run
into any other channel?

What do you mean
by that statement?

I mean that your
sadistic tendencies

may someday carry you too far,
Dr. Haines.

You, you...

Silence, gentlemen, please.

Now, it is my theory
that one of us in the past

through dire necessity,
was driven to cannibalism.

The memory of that act
was hammered like a nail

into the mind of that man.

Shrewd and brilliant

he could conceal his madness
from the human eye.

Even from himself.

But he can't conceal it from the
eyes of the radio sensitivity.

Every time his heart beats
from mental excitement

the thermal tubes
will betray him.

You are all now connected
with these tubes.

I am myself.

But, I alone know
which tube is yours.

Your heart beats are being
reflected before you.

Doctor, I protest!

As the heart beats
faster and faster

so does that red liquid
begin to pulse and rise

until terror takes hold
of the subject

and the liquid rises
to the very top of the tube.

He whose tube does that
is the guilty man.

Here are a line of wax figures

lifelike reproductions
of the pitiful victims

people whose lives
were snuffed out

and whose bodies were torn

to satisfy the desires
of a monster.

First, a woman of the streets,
killed in the tenement district.

Her body found late
at night in a gutter.

The next victim,
a middle-aged woman

killed just before dawn as she
was on her way to market.

Her bleeding body found under
a dock by the waterfront.

Then, a dope fiend,
strangled and mutilated

in the doorway of a dance hall.

Next, a beautiful young girl,
violently killed

as she lay on a hospital bed
recovering from an illness.

Oh, I'm so afraid.

I'm shaking like a leaf.

Keep quiet. Get ready.

And now, the last victim.

Watch.

You're about to see
reenacted the murder

of the killer's latest victim.

An old scrubwoman.

She's coming home from work.

It's late.

A full moon
shines down upon her.

She's passing
through an alleyway

when suddenly
a terrible figure steals out

he starts creeping towards her.

As old Annie stoops
to pick up a newspaper

the figure suddenly takes her
throat in his powerful hands.

Get your hands off me,
Otto. You're hurting my throat.

Lights!
Turn on the lights!

Someone's coming in the room!

Stop it, stop it,
I can't stand any more!

Xavier, turn on the lights!

I can't get my breath.

Somebody get my crutch!

- 'The lights!'
- Look at that tube.

It's a success.
The guilty man is..

The guilty man is Rowitz.

Rowitz.

Look, what's happened to him?

- He's been murdered.
- Let me see.

- What's the matter?
- What has happened?

Stabbed in the base
of the brain.

Murdered like all the other
Moon Killer victims.

Who was sitting
on his left side?

I was,
but I didn't see anything.

I was watching the experiment.

- 'Duke, you're walking!'
- Oh!

I walked. You saw me.

You saw me, I walked.

- I walked.
- You walked?

- You faker, you killed him.
- Quiet, Haines.

Don't you recognize hysteria
reaction when you see it?

- Otto, help him.
- Take it easy, doctor.

You'll need all your strength
for your work tonight.

Wells? Where's Wells?
The contacts are broken.

Why doesn't he come in?

Take... take him to another room.

Wells! Wells!

Wells! Wells!

Wells!

Wells! What's wrong, man?

I don't know.
The-the lights went out.

Someone called my name,
I started for the laboratory

and someone struck me.

Oh, this is terrible!
Easy, now. Let me help you.

- I, I guess I'm alright.
- Let me help you.

- Just a moment.
- Oh, this is-this is..

- Watch your head.
- Everything went right.

Are you sure you heard no one
approaching the room

when we started the test?

No one. Nothing unusual happened
until I was struck.

Father, something terrible
has happened to Dr. Rowitz.

- I just saw him..
- Now, Joanne, dear, be calm.

Dr. Rowitz has met
with an accident.

I wish you'd go back
to your room.

He's dead?

You can't do anything here,
Joanne.

It's-it's best that you
go back to your room.

Your father will explain
everything later.

Now, come, Joanne. Come.

Doctor.

- Doctor.
- What is it, Haines?

There's someone
hiding in this closet.

What?

Another one? Who is it?

He's the young man
who was at the house today.

He fainted.
Some water, Otto, quickly.

Yes, sir, I took the liberty of
having something on hand

for just such an occasion, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Here, young man, drink this.

Hm.

Hm. How's that, huh?

It's not bad, uh...

How much do you pay for it?

He's alright now.

What were you doing
in that closet?

- Hiding.
- Who are you?

Lee Taylor, The Daily World.

You wouldn't give me a break,
so I had to take it.

- You're lying.
- Don't be absurd.

He is a newspaper man.

He's the one who printed
the story about you

in Yesterday's World.

I'm sorry.
You see, I had to get the story.

I was hiding in there,
and everything was going great

when all of a sudden, well,
I... I guess I just fainted.

It's gonna be kind of tough
if I have to lug

smelling salts around with me
the rest of my life.

Yes, well, newspaper man or not,
you're an impostor.

I don't like your methods.

I shall hand you over
to the police.

- Otto..
- That suits me.

I'll phone my story in
from the police station.

You'll phone no story.

Father, let me
talk to him, will you?

I can't let this story
get out now.

- It'd ruin everything.
- But, father, please.

Let me talk to him.
Mr. Taylor.

Just, just in case.

You're not gonna let him go?

Certainly not.
Otto, watch him.

Don't let him get near a phone
or leave this house.

Yes, sir.

Oh, no, no. No. I'm... I'm...
I'm absolutely alright.

Now don't..
Don't you worry about me.

I gotta dash off to my
newspaper. See, they won't wait.

Mr. Taylor.

You don't have to report
to the paper

what you've just seen, do you?

I'm sorry, but I've got to.

You see, this is the most
sensational case

that's broken
in six months and...

I know. But can't you wait?

Won't you give father a chance
to find out who's doing it?

What difference does it make
to the public what happens

or how he does it
so long as he catches him?

Oh, it makes
a lot of difference.

The public wanna read about it.

The more sensational it is

the more the son-of-a-guns
love it.

Is that all you think about?
Sensationalism?

Don't you ever think about
people's feelings?

Can't you realize what a scandal

would do to my father's
institution?

Certainly I can,
but don't you realize that

I'm in a hard-boiled racket?

Then, why don't you help us
instead of making it

so much more difficult for us?

Aren't we going through
enough trouble?

Look at the trouble I've been
through to get this story.

I lay down at the morgue
with a bunch of stiffs.

I looked at a lot of goofy guys,
I let a dumb...

Will you at least stay
the rest of the night

and talk it over with father
in the morning?

I tell you what I'll do.

I'll hold off on this story,
and I'll stay

if you let me have breakfast
with the family in the morning.

I think it can be arranged.

Father usually has
breakfast at 7:30.

- And you?
- Oh, I am lazy.

I have mine at 9:00.

Oh, you have no idea
how lazy I am.

Could I have, um,
could I have mine at 9:00?

Possibly.

And will you take me
for a swim afterwards?

- A swim?
- A sw... At the beach.

If you're so helpless
you can't find the water

you've no business in it.

But I... I like the water and...

I am sorry, miss, I had no
intention of disturbing you.

That's alright, Otto.

There's old man bad luck again.

- I am sorry.
- That's alright, Otto.

I, uh, I'm glad you're here.

Uh, Mr. Taylor's
staying for the night.

I'd like you to prepare
a room for him.

I have already done so, miss.

And may I suggest
that you do not disturb

your father any further tonight?

- He is very tired.
- That's a good idea, Otto.

Oh, uh...

Are you going swimming with me
in the morning?

No, thanks.

- Goodnight.
- Well...

What will you do if-if I start
to sink and yell for help?

Throw you an anvil.

Goodnight.

This way, sir.

Do you sleep very soundly, sir?

Like a rock.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Why?

Because this is
a very strange house.

- You're telling me.
- This way, if you please.

Father.

Father.

Father?

Father!

Joanne.

What're you doing here?

Well, dear,
I just wanted to be sure

that the incision was made
by a brain scalpel.

Come.

Professor Haines.

Haines, why are you here?

I... I couldn't sleep.

So I came down here
to make a more

thorough examination
of the body.

- Professor, I...
- Shh.

Oh, father,
will you please come to bed?

Alright, darling, now, you run
along, and I... I'll be right up.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, dear.

Professor, since we retired,
this body has been...

- It has been...
- I know.

But I don't want her to know.

What're you laughing about?

Oh, I know this.

"Hate, friendship, love."
I don't blame you.

It's so banal.

Like, like those
postcards you buy. You know?

- Yes.
- About "I wish you were here."

And, uh, oh, "Two little doves
billing and cooing."

Oh, no, really.

I was just thinking
of something.

- Of what?
- Oh.

Come on, let's go
in the water, shall we?

Oh, no, no, no. Oh!

Water and I are not
very good friends. Uh-uh.

No, no, listen,
when I was a little kid

I was, um, very,
very delicate, see?

- Oh. Yeah?
- But very good looking. Hmm.

Yeah, well, I... I won a first
prize in a, in a beauty parade..

- A baby parade at Asbury Park.
- Oh. How sweet.

But my mother was constantly
dunking me in a tub of water

and I would get soap in my hair
and in my eyes and my thing.

And... and water and I
are not very good friends.

So, let's stay right here, huh?

Why not?

Shh.

- There's somebody watching us.
- Where?

Look.

Oh, this is a terrible place.

I wish I were away from it.

If you only knew the things
that have happened.

Listen,
forget that I'm a newspaperman.

I wouldn't betray
your confidence.

Don't you see the only thing

I'm concerned about
is your safety?

Are you worried
about your father?

- Yes, I am, terribly.
- I wouldn't be.

He's very tired. He's working
under a terrific strain.

- He's bound to show it.
- I know.

But last night,
after everyone went to bed

I saw my father bending over
Rowitz's body.

I saw...

- Oh, it's a terrible thought.
- Oh, snap out of it.

Let's... let's get dressed,
and we'll, um...

Oh, we'll have breakfast.

That's right, well,
I'll let you know, your eyes...

Your eyes are so blue,
when I look into 'em...

That's right, Mamie, you drink
and you'll go right to sleep.

Nothing's going to hurt you.

She'll be alright
as soon as this

sedative has taken effect.

But the doctor will be mad

if I can't go through with it.

No, father knows you're sick.

Of course he won't
be angry with you.

Don't you worry
about the experiment.

I'm sure the doctor will, uh,
make other arrangements.

I can't do it. I can't.

Something tells me if I go
in that room tonight

tomorrow I'll be in my coffin.

Now, now. You just be quiet
and forget about everything.

Oh, Ms. Joan, something
horrible is gonna happen.

I feel it in my bones.

Last night I dreamed
I was walking up to a casket

and when I looked inside,
it was me.

Here, now, now, now. You'll be
getting hysterical again.

You'll be alright.
Just go to sleep.

In the morning you'll feel fine.

I think we'd better
leave her alone, Joanne.

No, Ms. Joan, please don't go.

I don't wanna die.

I'm... I'm too young to die.

I've got too much to live for.

No!

- How's Mamie?
- She'll be alright.

- Don't worry.
- Oh. Thank you, Dr. Wells.

It's quite alright.

What's become of that newspaper
fellow? Have you seen him?

Not since dinner.
He went directly to his room.

I've been looking
for him everywhere.

I have a feeling
that he's sneaked out

and phoned the story of Rowitz's
murder to the papers.

Publicity of that sort
would ruin everything.

Oh, I don't think he'd do that.
He gave you his word.

Now I asked you not to let him
out of your sight, dear.

- Why don't we look in his room?
- Oh.

Will no one obey me anymore?

Bad luck.

Oh.

'Skull, crossbones.'

Death.

Hello?

- Oh, yes.
- Did you find him, dear?

- No, not yet, dad.
- He's right here, sir.

For me?

The commissioner of police, sir.

Thank you.
Hello, commissioner.

Look here, doctor, I've decided
to send an undercover man

up there tonight
when you start your tests.

No, there won't be
any tests tonight.

You'll have to give me
another 24 hours.

Well, the woman I was depending
upon was taken sick

this afternoon,
and it spoils all my plans.

Well, I'm sorry, but if things
have gotten beyond your control

I'm coming down there right away
to take charge.

I'm in a tough spot.

I've got murder enough already
to explain to the press

and public,
and if you think for a moment...

One moment, commissioner.

The 48 hours aren't up yet.

Well, I have to make
some other arrangements.

Hold your men up
just a little longer.

Give me one more chance, please.

Alright!

I'll give you until midnight,
if you haven't got your man then

I'm coming down there and slap
the whole place under arrest.

Yank you all up to headquarters
whether you like it or not.

Father, I want to help you.
You can't count on Mamie.

- Let me take her place.
- You?

No, I... I couldn't ask you
to do that, Joan.

But please, dad.

You get a squad car down
to Blackstone Shoals

at midnight, sharp.

Yes, sir.

Put the signal
button on the control table

and attach the wires
to the thermal tubes.

What's the meaning
of all this paraphernalia?

These chairs are too far apart
to protect us from each other.

The contacts
have all been checked.

You'll be ready
in just a moment.

- Thank you, Wells.
- Doctor.

I still think you're
making a mistake

using Joanne in this experiment.

After all, gentlemen, this is my
daughter's own suggestion.

I have no fear for her safety.

She's a sensible girl
and knows what she's doing.

And if she were my daughter she
wouldn't be up there

on a bed in nothing
but a nightgown

just to satisfy some
lunatic's experiment.

Professor Duke, don't criticize
Joanne for her state of undress.

This argument is irrelevant.

Doctor,
you forget that last night

there was a murderer at large
in this room.

And the murderer is still here.
I'm convinced.

But I've taken precaution
against that.

You will each of you
be handcuffed to your chairs

and you'll notice that each
chair is bolted to the floor.

I refuse to submit! You'll have
us in straightjackets next!

I won't sit here handcuffed

while you're running around
loose.

I intend to be handcuffed also.

That will assure us
there can't possibly

be a repetition
of last night's tragedy.

Oh, Wells.

They, they're very becoming
to you, Haines.

It is time to get ready.

Aren't you afraid, miss?

There's only one thing
I'm afraid of, Otto.

That's father's health.

He's been working so hard, and
lately he seems so strange.

The human mind
will only stand so much.

We are all a little
strange up here.

That's why I want father
to get away from here.

He needs a long rest.

He's promised me that
just as soon as this is over

he'll go abroad with me.

You are right, miss.

Don't be afraid tonight.

Be sure you keep
your eyes closed.

And relax.

Is that all, doctor?

Yes, everything's set.

Now, go to the electric cabinet
and do exactly as I told you.

Throw on the current
the moment you're ready.

Yes, sir.

Doctor, has it ever
occurred to you

that Wells is free
to do as he pleases?

I've guarded against that also.

Wells wishes to be treated
the same as we are.

- Otto.
- Yes, sir?

Bolt all the doors
so that no one can get in.

- The rest you know.
- Yes, sir.

Here are the keys.

Synthetic flesh.

Synthetic flesh.

And now you are
about to witness one of

the most gruesome crimes
of the Moon Killer.

The death of Florence Johnson.

Murdered and horribly mutilated

as she was lying weak and
helpless on a hospital bed.

It's midnight, a private room
at the Arch Hospital.

The nurse leaves
the room for a moment.

The girl is alone...

when suddenly...

...when suddenly
the Moon Killer appears.

He crosses softly to his victim.

It's the killer!

- The killer!
- The killer!

- Get up. Get up, Joan!
- Fight him!

Fight him off, Joan!
Fight him off!

Fight him off, Joan!
Fight him off!

Fight him off!

He's got the keys!

- Joanne!
- Wells, Wells!

Otto! Wells!

You idiots are
calling for Wells?

It'll do you no good!
There isn't any Wells!

Look, the keys.

- Well, take them.
- It's Wells.

- Wells!
- Yes, it is Wells.

But a new Wells, a Wells whose
name will live forever

in the history of science.

Go! Run, Joanne!
Run, run!

- Joanne, get up, run!
- The keys.

The keys.

- The keys.
- Look at his hand. Horrible!

Yes, look at it, a real hand.

It's alive. It's flesh.

Synthetic flesh.

For years I've been searching
to find the secret

of a living manufactured flesh.

And now I found it.

You I think I went to Africa
to study cannibalism?

I went there to get samples
of the human flesh

that the natives eat.
Yes, that's what I needed.

Living flesh from humans
for my experiments.

What difference did it make
if a few people had to die?

Their flesh taught me
how to manufacture arms

legs, faces that are human!

I'll make a crippled world
whole again.

Doctor, your name
will be remembered.

You've given your life,
everything to science.

All but one thing,
and now you're gonna give

even that to science...

your daughter.

Oh, if only I were not powerless
here in chains. Run!

Wells, you're going to
pay for this!

Fight him off, Joanne!

- Come on!
- Unchain me!

Joanne! Run! Run!

Club him! Club him!

- Get me outta here!
- Joanne!

- Where'd he go?
- Oh, father!

- Father!
- Joanne!

- Oh, father.
- Oh! Are you hurt?

- No, I'm not.
- Oh.

- Ah, yes.
- Lee!

- Wells. Where's Wells?
- What happened to him?

Calm down.
He won't ever come back.

I hit him with a lamp,
it was a long throw, but..

You know, I used to be a first
baseman in high school.

You know, that old peg
over to third.

Take a look at him.

- Are you hurt, Lee?
- I'm alright.

Are you okay? Oh, I'm so glad.

Because you... I... I want to...

I better keep
my mind on my work.

You say you can't understand me?
I'm talking too fast?

You'd be talking fast, too,
if you'd been through

what I've been through.

Boy, am I out.
Now listen, listen, Willard.

I want you to give Doctor X
full credit for trapping him.

Doctor X. I'll... I'll call you
back in five minutes

with more details,
more to follow, more to fo...

Oh, Mr. Taylor.

I can't tell you
how grateful I am

for all that you've done for us.

Oh, you've got my heart going
a mile a minute.

- Your heart?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Oh, I'm so glad.
- Yo... Wait a minute.

Take this to the society editor.
Mmm-hmm.

It is rumored that on her return
from Europe Ms. Joan Xavier

will have a very important
announcement to make.

- Mmm-hmm?
- Mmm-hmm.

Concerning a very promising

and prominent
young newspaperman.

More later.

Say, uh...

Say, tell me how in the world
did you ever overpower

that, that terrible monster?

Oh, I... in the third round,
I found out that

he was very ticklish
in a certain spot.

Oh.

But I, I haven't found
your weakness.

- Don't you know?
- You don't mean...

Come here to me. Oh.

Oh, Mr. Taylor.