All language subtitles for The Lady and the Monster - 1944.eng

[narrator] Our story begins on the
edge of a lonely desert in Arizona,

for it was there... the brilliant
scientist, Professor Franz Mueller,

chose to live and work

in a great fantastic place
he called "The Castle".

Professor Mueller...
I was worried.

Now, now, Mrs. Fame.

You know what always happens when the
Professor runs into Phoenix for an hour.

Did you have an interesting day,
Professor?

Quiet, Mr. Cory.

Thank you, Mrs. Fame.

Why the evening clothes?

Haven't you heard?

It's to be a very formal party.

Party?

Yes. Mrs. Craven's dinner dance
at the Arizona Palms.

- And you accepted?
- Of course we accepted.

But you are the one who refused,
Professor Mueller.

My dear Janice, you ought to
know by now how I love society.

No, those things are not for me.

Besides, I have some work to do.

What have you there?

Ohm Patrick, look!
It's a monkey.

- It's sick.
- T.B.

Where did you find him?

Bought it from an organ grinder.

Think we can save him?

He won't live through the night.

Then, why did you buy him?

Oh!

Yes, Janice, another experiment.

And I'll need some help.

So you won't give up, huh?

Give up?

Not until I have proven that the
animal and human brain.

Can be kept alive
even after death.

I shall try and try again until I
succeed or shall die in the attempt.

But you already know you
can keep the brain alive.

I merely think I do.

I've never succeeded yet,

and if I could prove that...

what do I know about
the brain itself... nothing.

Can it think,
remember after its body is dead?

Could it be made
to feel or hear perhaps,

or to express itself in some
way... to contact the living?

And if you did find out...
what would be the benefit?

You ask me that?

Would it not be the
achievement of all times

to keep the
brain of great thinkers...

scientists, inventors,
authors, statesmen, alive?

To derive benefit from their
wisdom and their thinking power...

even after their death.

To make them literally immortal?

You of all people should
understand my determination.

Just being an authority on the
encephalograph wasn't enough for you.

You wanted that chance
to actually work with it,

to prove that it
could be practical.

Could be?
It is practical.

You see? Your very belief in that
shows how determined you are.

Although I wasn't encouraging
the first time you wrote to me.

The first time? The first twenty
times I wrote to you.

I thought you might need me,
Professor.

No experiment could possibly be successful
without my two loyal assistants.

Provided that your interest in science
still comes before dinner parties.

What can I do to assist?

I need all necessary
instruments for trepanation.

Yes, Professor.

Get the blood pump ready and the
tube connections for the arteries.

We'll use the animal's own blood

and then add hemoglobin
and acacia.

And get the encephalograph
ready for connection.

Yes, sir.

And don't forget the Gigli saw.

The Gigli saw?

[narrator] It was Professor
Mueller's contention

that every living brain
has an electric beat...

which can be measured with
an encephalograph...

...or electric amplifier.

A pump supplies blood to
the main arteries

in order to keep
the tissues alive.

As long as the brain functions,
the pen records its beat...

and at the same time
computes its strength.

Well, you can see from these
Alpha and Beta waves

beyond any doubt, the monkey's
brain is still alive and awake.

- What's this?
- The waves have stopped.

It died.

You must remember the
monkey we had was sick.

Perhaps if we had an animal that
was in perfect health,

- we might be able to...
- Perhaps...

In any case, I've kept the
monkey's brain alive

for one hour and a half
after the animal's death.

That's a tremendous step forward
in my experiment.

And what I did with a
Simian's brain...

I could do with a human being...

if I had one.

Well, you don't give up either,
do you?

Not when it's been months
since I was invited to a party.

Well, you should be where they
send invitations every night.

You could get them too.

You know...
you don't belong here.

Why not? Professor Mueller
says I have the makings...

of a very good scientist.

I know you don't approve
of my ambition.

Ah, but on the contrary... I do.

- Not too much.
- I'll need it.

This gown reeks of chloroform

and I don't want to put my
dancing partners to sleep.

Don't you worry.

Besides, you'll only have
one... and he's wide awake.

I'll get the car.

Yes... we are going to
the party in spite of you.

In spite of me?

It was clever of you to arrange
that emergency experiment.

But your timing could have
been much better.

My dear Janice, you seem to misunderstand
my interest in your welfare.

Do I?

I only watch over you the way
your father would

if he were still alive.

When father didn't approve
of a young man, he said so.

He never tried to be...
subtle.

Now you are being unfair.

And if I was subtle,

it was only because I know very
little about Mr. Cory's background.

And when you make a choice,
Janice...

I want it to be
the right choice.

I want you to be happy.

[Mrs. Fame] Professor Mueller!

Shall I serve dinner now?

No, thank you.

Send me a sandwich to the lab.

[female sings in Spanish]

[continues in Spanish]

[Spanish bolero plays]

I hope you don't mind, Janice.

No, but...

You know every time
I want to talk to you alone,

there's always
so many people around.

Yes, I know.
Especially at the Castle.

Well, the Castle is a very strange
place, what with our work and all.

And Professor Mueller.

No, the lady in black.

Tell me, Janice, how does
Mrs. Fame

manage to be in so many
rooms at the same time?

Why blame her?

Professor Mueller is the one who
told you to stay away from me.

Well, didn't he?

Well, he did imply that when
your father died in Czechoslovakia,

you were left to his care.

He makes his interest sound
so paternal, doesn't he?

Telephone, Mr. Cory...
Professor Mueller.

Put Mr. Cory's call
on this extension, please.

Hello.

Hello, Cory?
I'm sorry to disturb you.

[Cory] Never mind about that...
what's the matter? What's happened?

A plane crashed a few minutes
ago near the Ranger Station.

There's only one man on duty...

and he couldn't locate Doctor
Martin, so he called me.

I was going to start immediately
but there's something

wrong with the starter
of my car.

As long as you have the station wagon I
thought you would be glad to help out.

I'll leave right away.
Goodbye.

[wind howls]

Oh, it's you, Cory.

Quick...

You'd better stay here, Miss.

Only two men in there.
I think one's still alive.

I brought a stretcher along.

Get it.

I can't go with you.
I'm the only one on duty here.

Never mind about that.

Just keep tryin' to get
Doctor Martin.

What'll I tell him?

Tell him there's a chance
to save this man's life.

- We'll be at the Castle.
- All right.

That was White on the phone... said
that Doctor Martin got your message...

he's on his way over.

His pulse is down
to thirty-eight,

it's slowing down
with every second.

Doctor Martin is here.

- Hello, Doctor.
- Hello, Professor.

My goodness, what a night.
But it's always this way.

Whenever we have a storm, I can
depend on at least three calls...

tonight, I have four.

And there's still Mrs. Baxter up
the road with a broken leg.

Quite a place you have here,
Professor Mueller.

Looks like you have everything
I'll need,

in case we have to
have an emergency.

I should have said everything
I would have needed.

I tried everything I could think
of...

ergotine, adrenaline,
no reaction.

I'll make all the
necessary arrangements.

Is there a telephone?

Yes, there's one in the foyer.

I wonder if you'd mind
getting my office.

The night number is
Desert five, two five...

Yes, sir.

I suppose they'll have
another case for me.

There's Mrs. Baxter
with a broken leg.

Is there anything else
we can do, Doctor?

It would be a great help,
Professor,

if you'd fill out
this death certificate.

All right, Doctor.

And bring it to my office
in the morning.

- Gladly.
- Thank you, Professor.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Doctor Martin.

Well, do the best you can.

It will take a little while
for them to get here.

We'll wait up for them, Doctor.

- Goodnight, sir.
- Goodnight.

[wind howls]

[electric buzzing]

- His brain is still alive.
- That's impossible.

Look for yourself.

Look at the waves...
look at the bulb.

Those reactions, it is alive.

A perfect specimen...
and a perfect opportunity.

- What?
- Why not?

Haven't I been waiting for a
human brain to prove my theory?

Haven't you been
waiting for a chance to

prove the possibility
of the encephalograph?

Or did you intend it to
be a parlor game, huh?

Are you mad?
Why that would be criminal.

My dear Cory,
I'm not suggesting murder.

The man is already dead.
Doctor Martin declared him dead.

But it's still time for us
to make the experiment.

So sterilize the instruments.

Sterilize? What for?
The man is dead.

I said sterilize
the instruments.

I thought Doctor Martin
might need me.

I want some instruments
sterilized, please.

Where is Doctor Martin?

He's not here, he's gone.

Professor Mueller is going
to do a... a little surgery.

Forceps.
Small, medium and large.

Two scalpels.

Three hemostats...
gigli saw.

Is it a head injury?

I said Gigli saw.

Is he alive?

Patrick...

you didn't answer my question.

No, Janice, he's not alive.

When you try to solve the
mysteries of nature,

it doesn't matter whether you experiment
with guinea pigs or human beings.

Instruments.
Instruments!

What time is it, Cory?

Three-thirty.

Janice, tell Mrs. Fame to make some
strong black coffee, will you, please?

Well?

They would like some
strong black coffee.

Oh, that reminds me.

Fill this out, Cory, will you?

Death Certificate?

Oh, yes, Dr. Martin left it.

Who's going to sign it?

Martin, of course.

All you've got to do
is fill it out.

Injuries... abdominal, thorax...

and basal skull fracture.

Cause of death,
internal haemorrhage.

Don't you realise what you
did is against the law.

It's illegal.

Don't you realise it's
what we did?

Who is... who was this man?

Let's see.

Donovan.

- Initials?
- William H.

William H. Donovan.

So you think it's just a matter
of getting Doctor Martin

to sign a death certificate,
do you?

No, it can never
be that simple, not now.

Because you, my dear
Professor Mueller...

beg pardon, we...

have just stolen the most illustrious
brain in the entire country.

The brain of William H. Donovan.

My goodness,
I can't believe it yet.

I never thought I'd live
to see the day

when I'd declare
the great W.H. Donovan dead.

Yes, you're quite a celebrity,
Dr. Martin.

I don't like it a bit.

Newspaper reporters
calling all morning.

People asking questions.

Well, Doctor, I know you're a busy man
and as there's nothing else we can do.

No, there's something else.

Mr. Donovan's wife and his
attorney are in the waiting room.

They'd like to ask you
a few questions.

- Of course.
- [phone rings]

Another reporter I'll betcha.
Excuse me.

[Dr. Martin] Hello.

I'm Professor Mueller.
This is my assistant, Mr. Cory.

- How do you do.
- How do you do.

Well, I'm Eugene Fulton,
Mr. Donovan's attorney.

And this is Mrs. Donovan,
gentlemen.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, Mrs. Donovan.

I understand from Dr. Martin
that it was you

who braved the storm to bring
Mr. Donovan from the plane.

Yes.

I want to thank you,
both of you,

for everything you
did for my husband.

I regret we were
unable to do more.

Apparently there was nothing
more that could be done.

And we've received Mr. Donovan's
wallet and his personal possessions.

Since you were the last persons to
see him alive, we wanted to know if...

Yes?

Did Mr. Donovan say
anything before he died?

I mean, did he leave
a final message?

He was in complete coma
when we found him,

and he never for one
second regained consciousness.

Is there anything
else we can do?

No, thank you.

- Oh, Mr. Cory.
- Yes?

There's just one little point I'd
like to clear up if you don't mind.

Yes, of course.

The death certificate
states that Mr. Donovan

died of internal haemorrhage.

That's right.

Well, naturally, I went to the morgue
to identify Mr. Donovan's body.

Under the head
bandages I noticed that a

trepanation of the skull
had been performed.

Why?

Well, you see... uh...
the certificate...

The certificate enumerates all
of Mr. Donovan's known injuries.

Among them basal skull fracture
as well as the cause of his death.

Dr. Martin who signed the
certificate as the District Physician

is the only party in authority who
can give any other information.

- I see.
- Come on, Cory.

Goodbye, Mr. Fulton.

Well?

Cory seems to know something,

something Professor Mueller
won't let him tell.

Oh, nonsense, Gene.

If W.H. did say something
before he died,

why would they want to
keep it a secret from us?

That's one of the things
I want to find out,

what do you say we
miss the plane?

A few hours more in Phoenix
might prove very interesting.

All right.

Janice, you haven't
been in the lab all day.

Patrick, let's get away
from here.

Just as we're starting
the great experiment?

Great experiment? You don't
want to be a part of that.

Well, I didn't hesitate
being a part of it last night,

why should I run out now?

You wouldn't be running out.

He can't stop you from going.
I won't let him.

Janice, what's the
matter with you?

We're not in the clutches
of a great monster.

After all, Professor Mueller
has everything he wants,

encephalograph,
Donovan's brain...

Why should he keep me
from leaving?

Oh, no, Professor Mueller
doesn't have everything he wants.

Oh, perhaps I didn't understand

what you were trying
to tell me last night.

He couldn't feel love,

it's his sense of possession.

Compared to what happens on
the outside of the laboratory,

the experiment is a
pretty dull thing.

Janice, we're getting
out of here.

Oh, Patrick!

Not abruptly of course,
but as soon as we can.

I think I'll go in there now and
start breaking the news gently.

[narrator] Cory entered
the laboratory,

with every intention of
telling Professor Mueller

of his decision to leave.

But Mueller's absorbed manner
caused him to hesitate.

And as he waited for an
opportunity to speak,

his own interest in the
encephalograph

was again aroused by the fact

that the lines on the paper
were strong...

the brain was alive.

Curiously, Cory watched,

then his curiosity
turned to fascination.

That same fascination erased
all thought of Janice

and bore deep into
his scientific mind,

intriguing his undying ambition

to be at least
partly responsible

for an important
contribution to science.

[dog barks]

[door creaks]

Patrick, I heard a noise.

When I came down, someone
was just closing the door.

[dog barks]

It was nothing.

But I saw the door close.

It was probably Mrs. Fame
taking a midnight walk.

- I'm afraid.
- I told you it was nothing.

Oh, not just because of that.

I'm afraid of just being here.

Did you say anything to Professor
Mueller about going away?

I'm not going, Janice.

And don't you leave either.

Don't ever leave me.

[door rattles]

I heard a noise outside
so I called Patrick.

I went out and took
a look around.

Oh, is that all?

I thought someone was
tampering with the brain.

Goodnight, Janice.

Were you in the house?

I was in the Professor's
laboratory.

Well, what did you find out?

Proof.
They've stolen the brain.

I'm going to call the police.

Oh, no, dear.
That would be stupid.

Stupid? Well, what do
you expect me to do?

I expect you to remember what the
rest of the world doesn't know yet.

That the fabulously wealthy
William H. Donovan

left you without a dime.

But you were so sure that
there was money hidden away.

I am sure, dear.

That's the reason we can't
take a chance

of notifying the police yet.

This experiment of Professor
Mueller's might be successful.

And if it is,
we'll have everything we want.

The whole thing
sounds fantastic.

It is fantastic,

almost as fantastic as the life
and death of William H. Donovan.

- Hello.
- Hello, Patrick.

Supplies for the experiment?

Yes, I was lucky.
Got everything we need.

Hey, you even look
beautiful in riding clothes.

Thank you.

Oh, we had a date
to go riding, didn't we?

- We did... two hours ago.
- I'm sorry, Janice.

Did you get the blood plasma?

Yes, I did, and the lamp also.
It's out in the wagon.

Good.

[narrator]
Professor Mueller and Cory

worked with growing intensity

and because of Cory,
Janice stayed on,

showing an interest but
only for Mueller's benefit.

Silently, she seemed to be
trying to protect Cory

from being entirely lost in
his increasing enthusiasm.

The two men measured the brain's
activity with an electric bulb,

when the light glowed, it
indicated that the brain was awake.

When dark, the brain was asleep.

Thus they observed from seven
to eight hours at a time.

The brain did not show
any reaction,

but during the remaining hours,

and strangely enough, at night,

it was most active.

Look... look at the light!

Oh, for the love of Mike, the
light's always brighter at night.

That's what we can't figure out.

Oh, I'm sorry, Janice,
I'm sorry.

That's all right, Patrick.

Yes, it is strange.

You know, if we only knew
something of Donovan's habits.

Maybe if we did some
research on the man.

Good. Call up the Excelsior
Clipping Bureau.

Have them send us every word
that has ever been printed

about William H. Donovan.

Here it is.
Here's the reason.

In this interview, Mr. W.H.
Donovan says,

"It has always been my habit to
use part of the day for sleep,

because I work better when the
rest of the city has retired.

In those still silent
hours after midnight."

This explains what you wanted
to know, doesn't it?

That explains the light.

But the greatest question
still remains...

to find ways and means to come
in communication with the brain.

[device buzzes]

[buzzing continues]

It's almost human.

It seems to feel.

Almost? It does feel.

It seems to tell us something.

If we could only find a way
to understand its message.

No, Patrick. Please.

You've gone too far already.

Stop now? Why do you think we
went into this experiment? Huh?

You know if we could figure out a way
to contact the brain through Morse Code.

What makes you think Donovan
knew Morse Code, huh?

I don't care whether
he did or not.

It could be taught.

A brain that
can think can learn.

And even if it could understand,
how could it answer us?

We can't decipher these waves.

That's right.
There's no way of decoding.

- What about... telepathy?
- Telepathy?

Why, yes, it's not impossible.

We know positively
that every human brain

produces and discharges
micro waves

which travel through
the medium of air,

until they reach other planes
in the receptive state.

On the same principal as radio
waves sent by a transmitter,

are received by radio sets.

Yes, but... how could we apply
that theory to this?

If we could strengthen
the brain,

overfeed it so to say,

the electrical output
would increase,

which would favour
telepathic transmission.

But I still say,
how could we apply?

Well, we would need a medium.

Someone who...

would be able to make his own
mind an absolute blank.

In that case, Donovan's thoughts
might transmit themselves.

[narrator] Cory had reached the
stage in his work

where he felt he was being driven on
by something stronger than himself.

Night after night he would stay
on in the laboratory,

long after Mueller had retired.

Finally he moved a cot into
the room

so that he might remain
constantly near the experiment.

Between fit-full hours of sleep
he worked feverishly.

One night, discouraged
by the slowness of

the increase of chemical
and tissue changes,

he deliberately overfed
the brain

with enriched blood plasma.

And then, he watched,

hopefully... waiting.

It was that very night,
Patrick Cory received his first message

from Donovan's brain.

[buzzing]

[muffled] W... H... Donovan.

W... H... Donovan...

W... H... Donovan...

W... H... Donovan.

W... H... Donovan.

W... H... Donovan.

- Good morning, Mrs. Fame.
- Good morning.

- For Mr. Cory?
- Yes.

I'll take it.

Patrick!

Patrick!

Wake up.

Janice!

Look I... I...
contacted the brain.

Of course it was written by me.

But it's the exact signature
of W. H. Donovan.

Don't you see the scrawl,
the hard H,

and the flourish on the end?

And you've written it with
your left hand.

But still that isn't
sufficient proof

that it was Donovan's brain that
influenced you telepathically.

You and I happen to have read
Donovan was

left-handed and you have seen his
signature in facsimile in some magazine.

So, therefore, it could be
auto-suggestion or self-hypnosis.

Patrick, what Professor Mueller
is trying to tell you is that...

your imagination...

is running away with you.

That's what you asked
him to tell me.

No, Patrick, that isn't.

Please, Janice,
don't say anymore.

It's obvious you don't
want to help.

So, please go away
and leave me alone.

[buzzing]

[muffled] Federal... Prison...

Federal... Prison...

Federal... Prison...

Federal... Prison...

Federal... Prison...

Federal... Prison...

Federal... Prison...

[engine starts]

Patrick is gone!

I've got to stop him.

Perhaps he received
another telepathic message.

Please do something!

If I put some morphine into
the blood stream,

it will stop the brain activity
for quite some time.

Patrick!

What happened?

Darling, where were you going?

I was going to Los Angeles...
Federal Prison.

Federal Prison?

Why, you must have
been dreaming.

No, I have to go to
Federal Prison.

But, why?
What would you do there?

Janice, try to understand.

It was a voice,
or, maybe it wasn't a voice.

I... I don't know what it was.

It was something... it was an
order... I... I have to go.

You've got to stop
this experiment.

You tell Professor Mueller
to take care of the brain.

Patrick!

I'm not going back with you.

Take me with you.

Janice, Professor Mueller will need
a new assistant more than ever.

Yes, no doubt he does.

It's about time I showed some
interest in the experiment.

Mrs. Donovan will see you
in the library.

Oh, Mr. Cory.
I'm so glad to see you.

How do you do, Mrs. Donovan.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

- Cigarette?
- No, thanks.

I suppose you've
read the papers?

Yes, I have.

It's absurd, the ridiculous things
they are saying about Mr. Donovan.

Mrs. Donovan, I... I've
had something on my mind

that I think you should
know about.

Yes?

It's about Mr. Donovan's
last words.

Then he did say something.

Yes, there were two words
he kept repeating.

Two words?

Federal... Prison.

Oh, well, that place
has no significance for me.

But let me call Mr. Fulton.
Perhaps he has an explanation.

Excuse me, please.

[Donavan]...therefore I find
it impossible...

to give you a definite answer
at this moment.

I'm going East today...

I don't know how long he's
staying, but I'll try to find out.

Yes, I'll take care of it.
Goodbye, Gene.

On my return I'll discuss your letter at
the next meeting of the Board of directors.

I apologize, Mrs. Donovan.

When I saw the dictograph,

it was a temptation to hear your
husband's voice again.

I can understand, Mr. Cory.

- I spoke to Mr. Fulton.
- Yes?

He has no explanation to offer.

Well, I'm sorry I bothered you,
Mrs. Donovan.

Goodbye.

- Oh, Mr. Cory.
- Yes?

Are you going to be
in town for a while?

Just a couple of days.

Why not have dinner with Mr.
Fulton and me tomorrow evening.

We'll pick you up at your hotel,

shall we say at, uh...
seven-thirty?

Thank you. I'm...
I'm at the Southern Villa.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

[phone rings]

Yes?

[operator] Ready with your call
to Phoenix, Mr. Cory.

- Just a moment, please.
- Thank you.

- [Mrs. Fame] Hello.
- Hello, Janice?

This is Mrs. Fame.

[Cory] Oh, Mrs. Fame, this is
Mr. Cory.

May I speak to Miss Farrell,
please?

I'll call her.

[knock on door]

- Yes?
- Mr. Cory's on the phone.

- Patrick!
- Hello, darling.

[Janice] I was just writing
you a letter.

I didn't know where
to send it, but...

I'm coming home tomorrow.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Did everything come out
all right?

I'll tell you all about
it when I see you.

I should be there about noon.

Don't leave now... in the middle
of the night, please.

[Cory] But I thought you wanted
me to come home.

Oh, yes, yes, I do.
You know that.

[Janice] But you must
be careful.

[Cory] I will, darling.
Goodbye.

[Janice] Goodnight.

Operator.

Operator, I was just talking
to Los Angeles. I was cut off.

[phone rings]

- Hello.
- I've just heard your plans.

It seems you are very willing
to sacrifice

everything we've been
working for...

by coming home now.

Well, I did have a chance to
hear Donovan's voice

over the dictograph and it was the same
voice I heard last night and that was all.

I haven't been able to
contact the brain since.

No wonder, I administered some
morphine to the brain after you left.

Naturally, it was in no
condition to contact you.

In fact, it's still
sleeping soundly.

Well, in that case
I hadn't better hurry home.

It would be only fair to you to stay
at least another twenty four hours,

to give the brain a chance
to contact you again.

Janice is expecting me.
I...

I'd better let her know.

Don't worry. I'll explain
everything to Janice,

and call me
if you have any news.

All right, Cory.
Good luck, and goodnight.

[buzzing]

[Donovan]
National... Trust... Bank...

National... Trust... Bank...

One, two,

five, three, one...

Ace of Spades.

Window sixteen.

National... Trust... Bank...

One, two, five, three, one...

Ace of Spades...
window sixteen.

One, two, five, three, one.

- That's not a signature.
- It is!

Make it one thousand
dollar bills.

One moment, please.

The manager wants to
see you, please.

All right.

- My name is Phipps.
- I'm Patrick Cory.

This is Mr. Manning.

Would you mind answering a
few questions, Mr. Cory?

Is there anything wrong
with that check?

No, we've compared this number

with the original number which stands
for the signature. It's correct.

[Phips] Also, the Ace of
Spades in the corner.

[Manning] And you, Mr. Cory,
opened this account?

It seems so.

Could I see your
identification, please?

This account has puzzled
the bank for years.

Five years ago, we received a large sum of
money with the order to open an account.

This is the first check
that's been drawn against it.

Well, Mr. Phipps,
this is Patrick Cory.

Give me the money.
I'm in a hurry.

You want it in one
thousand dollar bills.

In one thousand dollar bills.

All of the fifty
thousand dollars.

All of it.

[narrator] The same
strange impulse

that forced him to go
to the bank,

sign a check with the
peculiar signature...

take money that wasn't his...

now held Cory captive
as he walked along.

What should he do
with the money?

He tried to blot out his own thoughts
so that the brain would prompt him.

Then, quite suddenly, it did.

Instead of crossing the street,

Cory found himself turning
in another direction.

Mr. Cory! I didn't expect the pleasure
of your company until this evening.

Sorry, I haven't time for
social obligations.

I came here strictly
on business.

Sit down, won't you?

What can I do for you?

I understand you're a
very shrewd man, Mr. Fulton.

A lawyer has to be.

I want you to get a man
out of Federal prison.

That sort of thing
isn't so easy.

I know.

This'll help.

I don't operate the way you
seem to think, Mr. Cory.

Then I'll have to
get another lawyer.

Very well.

But don't you want to tell
me first

whose case it is you
wish me to handle?

Collins!

That man's been convicted of
murder and sentenced to death.

- It's hopeless.
- It isn't hopeless.

Money's no object.

Well, I must know
more about this.

What's your interest
in the case?

Strictly personal.

All you have to do
is follow my instructions.

Well, I can't make
a decision now.

You'll have to give me
time to think it over.

All right. Tomorrow morning.

I want to see Collins.
Can you arrange it?

- I'll try.
- I said, arrange it!

Report to me again tomorrow.

Have Roger Collins
brought to my office.

It's so surprising that an
attorney like Eugene Fulton

would take over a hopeless case.

- Did he say that he was?
- No, I...

Then why do you say that?

The arrangements for your visit
were made through his office.

You have no right to assume that
he's taking over the Collins' case.

Why, I...

Roger, this is Mr. Cory.

Hello, Roger.

I don't know you.

You don't...
no, of course you don't.

And I don't want to see any more
psychiatrists or pathologists

or whatever you call yourselves.

I don't want to see
any more of 'em.

But I want to help you, Roger.

Sure, that's what they all say.

My lawyer tells me to say that.

He's trying to prove
I'm insane now.

But you're not.
You're not guilty either.

You believe me.

Somehow I can tell,
you do believe me.

I've always known
you were innocent.

Then why didn't you
help me before?

Why didn't you stop them
from sending me here?

It's not too late, Roger.

Is there anything you can tell me that
you didn't tell them at the trial.

No, why should there be?
I've never lied.

I was always honest.

Can't anyone ever
understand that.

I didn't murder him... I...
I never liked him,

but I didn't murder him.

Who didn't you like, Roger?

Why, my stepfather of course.
Who do you...

Oh, so that's it.

You're a psychiatrist after all.

- No!
- You're trying to trip me up, too,

with those misleading questions.

- No!!
- Yes, you are.

You're trying to make
me out insane!

It's that lawyer again.

He doesn't think I should hang, but he
wouldn't hesitate to put me in an asylum.

Well, tell him I won't go.
I don't want to go.

I'd rather be dead.

And for the kind of tricks you
pull, I wish you were dead too.

- His stepfather...
- What did you say, Mr. Cory?

I was just trying to
remember something.

- Thank you, Warden.
- Oh, not at all.

You see, it's a hopeless case.

[narrator] His mission
had failed,

but from this moment on,

Donovan's brain took possession
of him without respite.

As Cory walked along
the voice came to him,

urging, demanding, echoing back

from the stony walls
of the prison corridor.

[Donovan] He's innocent...
save him.

He's innocent... save him.

He's innocent... save him.

He's innocent... save him.

[phone rings]

- Hello.
- Patrick!

I'm so glad I found you.

You mustn't come back
to Castle now.

Wait for me.

Don't annoy me with your
stupid ideas.

Let me talk to Mueller.

I don't want you to talk to him.

Anyway, he's locked himself
in the laboratory.

But I know he keeps
feeding the brain.

Giving it more and more
adrenaline so that...

Patrick!

[buzzing, whirring]

- What are you doing?
- I turned it off.

The brain is dead!

Patrick is free!

Patrick is free!

[buzzing]

So you thought you could
stop the brain,

kill it by merely turning off
the current, didn't you?

The idea wasn't bad although
your intent was malicious.

But look... look.

At what you unintentionally
made me discover.

Just look at the bulb,
it's glowing.

The brain is alive...
awake... and working.

Independent of electric current.

Self-sufficient.

You mean... nothing can stop it?

Nothing but the physical
destruction of its very substance.

Physical destruction.

Please let me!

I want Patrick to be free.

I don't. Why should I?

You... monster!

Your things are in the car.
Hurry!

You... you mean...
you gave me the key, too?

Yes, get out of here.
Hurry!

Why are you so determined
to establish Collins' innocence.

I'm not paying you to
ask questions.

What are you going
to do about this case?

Well, I've been doing
some research.

I found several witnesses
which might prove difficult.

One in particular.

I believe they called her the
star witness at the trial.

Who was it?

Only a child, thirteen or
fourteen years old.

She lives next door to the house
where the murder occurred.

But she came forth with some very
damaging testimony against Collins.

Give her parents some money and tell
them to take her over the State Line.

But you can't bribe people
to do that.

You can't pervert justice...
you just can't.

I can.
I can buy anything!

I don't want the girl found
until Collins is freed.

Mr. Cory, what is
Roger Collins to you?

I told you I wasn't
paying you to ask questions.

That's my privilege.

Mr. Fulton, what did you say the
name of the star witness was?

Oh, yes, Mr. Cory.
I'll tell you the whole story.

The morning Collins killed poor
Mr. Howard... he...

Don't say "killed", Mary Lou.

But he did, Grandmother.

He came out of the house, looked
around, and lit a cigarette,

then sneaked away.

He thought no one saw him.
But I did. I see everything.

How come?

When I'm grown up, I'm going
to be a detective.

You know they're
hiring girls now.

Just imagine, Mr. Cory.

The crazy ideas the young folks
get these days.

When I was young,
we thought of other things.

Why not? She might make
a very clever detective.

Well, there's one thing I must say for
Mary Lou, she has an amazing memory.

Why, it was just yesterday,
she remembered something else.

What was it?

Well, after he stood there
and lit a cigarette,

he picked a flower and
stuck it in his buttonhole.

Why didn't you tell that to
the prosecuting attorney?

Well, I was just telling you she
only just remembered it yesterday.

That's what the girl told me and
that makes her our star witness.

I ask you, would a murderer,
after committing such a crime,

stop to pick a flower
for his buttonhole?

In a premeditated murder
it has been done.

Not Collins...
he's not the type.

How can anyone tell what's going
on inside a man's brain?

Are you his lawyer or
prosecuting attorney?

It's a new clue and a sound one.

Anyway, it gives us a chance
to re-open the trial.

Now, look, Cory.

If this could be used as
evidence against Collins,

it might mean something,
but as evidence for him,

believe me,
it means very little.

I just gave you another
five thousand dollars

and I'm not paying you
for nothing. I want action.

I'm working on it.
But I must use my own methods.

Now, tonight,
a Mr. Grimes will call on you.

He can be trusted.
Follow his advice.

[knock on door]

Come in.

Patrick!

Why did you come here?
What do you want?

How can you say that?
When you need me so much.

I don't need you.
I don't need anybody.

How can I help you?
What can I do?

You can't do anything.
Get out!

I've tried to destroy the brain,
but Professor Mueller...

[phone rings]

Yes.

[operator] Mr. Grimes
is on his way up.

- Send him up.
- Who is it?

Oh, stop asking me
so many questions.

Go on in there.
Go on!

[knock on door]

- Come in.
- Mr. Cory?

Yes, I'm Patrick Cory.

Well, well, well. Mr. Cory,
let's get down to business.

Now, let's see what
we have here.

Ha... ha... oh yes.

Murder, first degree,
circumstantial evidence.

One star witness,
well, well, well.

That's nothing new.

Mr. Cory,
I'm a man of few words.

You want him free,
I'm the man to do it.

You want quick action.
You'll get it from me.

What do you suggest?

Reopening of the trial.

Bribe the witnesses. Helping the
jurors make up their minds.

Altogether,
one hundred thousand dollars.

Fifty on deposit
and fifty on acquittal.

I'll have to talk to
Fulton first.

It can only be done through me.

Mr. Fulton is a lawyer
and a public figure.

He gives the anesthetic...
I pull the teeth.

A hundred thousand is okay on
delivery, but not one cent down.

Well, it's been nice
knowing you, Mr. Cory.

I can understand your feelings.

Money is a hard
thing to part from.

Oh, you can get a funeral
for Collins

as low as sixty five dollars at
Kelly Brothers in Santa Vista.

- Good day.
- Wait a minute.

Oh, no hurry. I'll give you time
to make up your mind.

You talk to Fulton tomorrow.

It isn't you who's doing all
these terrible things.

It can't be you.

Patrick, can't you see you're
beginning to think like Donovan.

It's just like being hypnotized.

Wake up! Please, wake up!

So you've been listening, huh?

That's why you came here,
to interfere. Wasn't it?

I came here to help you.

And that's what I'm going
to do... somehow.

I... forgot my pencil.
Goodbye.

[phone rings]

- Hello.
- Mrs. Fame?

I must talk with
Professor Mueller.

He won't come to the phone.
He won't talk to anyone.

But it's been impossible for me
to even reason with Mr. Cory.

I've thought of going
to the police,

but I'm afraid of
what might happen.

Oh, please. I've got to make
Professor Mueller understand.

It's too late now, Miss Farrell.

He won't even see me.
He keeps the door locked.

I think the brain is beginning to take
possession of Professor Mueller too.

[door rattles]

Your sudden interest in Miss
Farrell's welfare

is really most touching,
Mrs. Fame.

But you wouldn't tell her the real
reason for your interest... would you?

You wouldn't tell her that
you've been jealous of her

ever since the first day she
arrived here

and that you've tried to get rid of her
ever since until you finally succeeded.

You old malicious
jealous fool, you.

Oh, perfect timing, darling.

Not on your part. I had these
ready fifteen minutes ago.

Oh, Grimes was a little late.

However, everything is coming
along splendidly.

- He'll pay?
- Oh, yes.

And he'll pay more.

Are you really reopening
the case?

Certainly. But what if Collins
can prove his innocence.

It'll never come to that.

A young lady had arrived.

A young lady? Yeah, Grimes seems
to think it's Cory's fiancée.

Will she complicate matters?

Oh, no. On the contrary.

Strange.

The man in the possession of
Donovan's brain

doesn't know that the boy about
to die is Donovan's own son.

I want results! I paid Grimes
all the money he wants.

Now I want action.

I can't understand how a man
with your background

can lose his balance so easily.

Have you seen
the morning papers?

- No.
- Well look at that.

It's all right for a beginning.

However, there's a hitch.

Yeah... new hitch, new money.
I'm not talking about money.

I'm having trouble with one
of the witnesses.

- Which one?
- The star witness.

- Mary Lou?
- Exactly.

But she's the one who's going
to introduce the new evidence.

Oh, sure. But not
evidence for Collins.

You see, Cory I told you that
evidence can work both ways.

Now, you thought the incident of the
flower would establish Collins' innocence.

As a matter of fact, it clearly
works against him.

Why? It was Collins' habit

to wear a flower in his
lapel every day.

Without it he would have
been conspicuous.

So you can understand why he
picked one that particular day.

The child is no help at all.
What about the other witnesses?

One... two... three...
four... five...

they're all right.
The sixth is the child.

- That was Mr. Cory.
- Yes, I know.

But you said you were waiting to
see him. I've changed my mind.

I want to see Mr. Fulton...
immediately.

[receptionist]
What is your name?

Janice Farrell.

Miss Janice Farrell
to see Mr. Fulton.

- Send her in.
- Yes, Mr. Fulton.

- Go right in, Miss Farrell.
- Thank you.

We've met before, Miss Farrell.

Oh, so you're Mr. Fulton.

- No, I'm Mr. Grimes.
- But...

Please sit down.

Miss Farrell, I'm talking
for Mr. Fulton

and for a good reason.

Mr. Fulton's reputation as a
lawyer is beyond reproach.

So when things get
slightly out of balance,

he prefers me to take over.

I've really no idea of Mr.
Cory's dealings with Mr. Fulton.

- It's just that I...
- I thought so.

I told Mr. Fulton so, too.

You don't know anything...
but we know about everything.

And what is everything,
Mr. Grimes?

What has Mr. Cory done?

What has he done?

First, he's guilty of
stealing a man's brain...

laudable for science,
but punishable by law.

Second, trying to get a murderer
acquitted by influencing witnesses.

Possible Sentence five years.

Third, using Mr. Donovan's funds
by falsifying his signature...

another five years.

- But, he is innocent.
- That's the point.

He's acting under
Donovan's influence.

Miss Farrell, I know
you love Mr. Cory,

and you want to save him.

All we want is money.
Now, here's a blank check.

We would like to get Mr.
Donovan's secret signature.

The one Mr. Cory has used quite
frequently the past few days.

If we get the money...
all of it...

Well, you can take Mr. Cory home

and everything will be
forgotten.

Patrick can't do that...
he wouldn't do it.

He isn't a criminal. That's

what you think.
But I know differently.

You go now and don't let him out
of your sight for a moment.

Otherwise, you'll not only have
a criminal as a sweetheart...

but also a murderer.

I don't believe it. I don't
believe a word you've said.

You're lying. You were afraid of
it all the time

and that's why you came here.

You just said he'd murder.

Patrick wouldn't.

No, Patrick wouldn't...
but Donovan would.

Donovan? A man who can murder once
won't hesitate to do it again.

I want you to come with me.
I said, come with me.

Where to?

- Where are we going?
- I want you to meet someone.

[buzzing]

Just in time.

I don't see anyone.

You will... wait.

Who?

Mary Lou.

There she is now.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The smart little girl
that observes everything.

The bright little girl that wants
to be a detective when she grows up.

The clever little girl that...

That's the last time
you'll ever get in my way.

You're trying to hang him, too,
and he's innocent.

Patrick, don't you remember
who you are?

You're conspiring with Fulton.

Fulton's conspiring with Grimes.

You're all in my way,
you're all my enemies.

We're not your enemies.

You saw the world in
the wrong focus.

You believe people are
against you...

and it was not true...
believe me.

It was just an obsession,
Patrick.

- I'm not Patrick.
- Help! Help!

Help!

Janice...

Patrick!

Oh, Patrick, you're free.

No, I'm not free.
Take me back to the castle.

You see, Fulton always knew that
Collins was innocent,

so did Mrs. Donovan.

They didn't want another heir,

because in the event they could
use Donovan's secret account.

- Another heir?
- Yes.

You see, Collins was Donovan's
son by a former marriage

he didn't tell anybody about.

Well, Howard knew, because
Howard acted as.

Collins' foster father.

- And who is Howard?
- The murdered man.

He was Donovan's secretary and knew
all about his detours to power.

So it must have been Donovan who
actually committed the murder.

But why did Donovan kill Howard?

Because he wrote the life story of Donovan
and Donovan didn't want it published.

Well, he made him an offer,
and Howard turned it down.

Patrick... here we are.

All right, darling.

He's asleep.

What about the brain?

Professor Mueller's
put the brain to sleep.

Not Professor Mueller.

I used all the morphine he had.

[Cory] At what time?

About two o'clock
this afternoon.

That was...

But Patrick, if the brain
is asleep, that means...

That means it's time
to put an end to it.

No, Mr. Cory, not yet.

Not when we're
so close to success.

I don't want anymore.
I've had enough.

It isn't a question of
what you want.

Your little experience in
Los Angeles

was just the beginning
of our experiment.

It's your experiment.
You're the one who...

Please, please,
I want to be free.

I want to be free to live
my own life.

Yes, free to be with Janice.

- Yes, yes.
- No.

Patrick.

[narrator] And so the four

which shared the most
amazing adventure

finally found its conclusion.

For Professor Mueller,
such a death was well deserved.

He tried to distort an
experiment of science

into a diabolical plot to
further his own personal gains.

Following a brief trial,
Mrs. Fame was acquitted...

but Patrick Cory, although
he helped to free Collins,

was obliged to pay a short term in
prison for his part in the experiment.

However, Janice was waiting.

So after all, there was a happy
ending to his experience.