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Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who went to the police academy...

Two in Los Angeles,

the other in San Francisco...

And they were each assigned very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that, and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

I apologize for the late hour, Miss Rossmore.

Peter wanted to duplicate last night's experiment as closely as possible.

You don't approve? Well, we're not using proper scientific procedure here.

So I feel that my credibility as a psychic researcher is at stake.

Star.

Circle.

She seems frightened. Yes.

It was right about here that the disruption occurred last night.

Come on, Kathy. Concentrate.

You're fading on me.

Dr. Holden, there's some kind of interference again.

Should we stop it? No!

I forbid you to stop it. I-I sense...

I sense another...

There is someone else present.

It's happening again.

Peter, there's something else here.

There's somebody!

Aunt Claire.

Aunt Claire, leave me alone!

Tell them to let me rest.

- Dr. Holden, what is it? - I'm so sick and tired of all your meddling!

I'm warning you!

- Leave me alone! - Dr. Holden, please, what's happening?

Peter!

That-That voice, I'd know it anywhere.

It's my nephew, Martin. Martin? Your nephew? I don't...

But he's dead! He's been dead for five years.

You don't think I'm just high strung and excitable, do you?

Bosley's bridge partner? You must have nerves of steel.

John and I have been playing bridge together...

every Tuesday night for...

How many years is it? Three years now.

Three years, and you're still friends?

The best of friends.

That's why I listen to him. It's why I'm here.

Angels, Bosley is convinced that Claire is being swindled.

That's right. And what's worse is that it's with her complete cooperation.

I've asked Charlie to let us give this case priority.

Um, just what is the case?

My nephew, Martin... Martin Faber, my sister's boy...

Was killed five years ago.

He came home late one night on his motorcycle.

He always drove it too fast.

He struck a tree. It's still there.

You can see the scar...

right on our own grounds just-just inside the gate.

He died instantly.

I'm sorry. It seems like yesterday.

Claire donated her estate, the entire estate,

to a private research institute.

In fact, she was so generous, it's now called...

the Rossmore Institute for Psychic Research,

and it's run by one of the most renowned psychic researchers in the world,

Dr. Douglas Holden.

You see, I believe that we have the power...

to contact our loved ones in the other world.

So I've given Dr. Holden the opportunity to prove it.

Of course, I had a very personal reason.

You mean, you wanted to contact, uh, Martin?

Yes. And last night,

he spoke to me through a young woman psychic.

I told John about it, and of course, he's convinced I'm being duped.

This Dr. Holden... He doesn't use a crystal ball,

but it's the same old table-tapping, uh,

Ouija board hocus-pocus.

I think it's a bunch of bunk! But I heard Martin's voice. It was him!

How long have you been donating to the institute, Miss Rossmore?

For four years. I was giving up hope.

Oh, well, does Dr. Holden know that? Yes.

Yes, I told him that I would sponsor his work for only one more year.

I-I know how that looks,

but he's one of the most respected men in the field.

I am looking into the future now, Claire,

and I see money, your money, floating into the good doctor's pocket.

This is a picture of Martin.

It was taken right before he died.

He looks very nice.

After my sister and her husband died, I took Martin in...

and raised him as if he'd been my own.

If he is trying to contact me from beyond,

then there must be some reason.

You see, John wants you to prove that I'm being swindled.

I want you to prove that I'm not.

It means getting inside the institute, Angels.

Now, I've arranged a cover. Kris will be in research,

and her subject will be Sabrina.

Whoop! Hold it! Hold it, hold it, hold it.

I wonder if that's the tree Martin hit.

Hmm. I bet it is.

Here are Sabrina's test results.

I'd like you to look at the graph. Look at the curve.

Ten correct responses.

Ten out of 25.

Now, that doubles pure chance. Yes, that's very impressive.

Not spectacular, of course,

but it certainly could be evidence of clairvoyant ability.

I don't like it here, Miss Munroe. I'd like to leave.

Sabrina, please. It's very important that Dr. Holden tests you.

Nothing's going to happen.

No, something already has happened.

Someone was killed out there.

Yes, a long time ago.

You see? I am convinced that Sabrina's talents are unique.

Hmm.

Miss Munroe, you are a graduate student where?

Olmsted College, Ohio.

But we don't have a parapsychology program there.

I didn't have the proper facilities to test Sabrina.

You do. Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, Miss Rossmore.

Yes, if you insist. As long as you understand that...

I refuse to have my name associated with these experiments in any way.

Yes.

11:30 this evening. Good-bye.

If that call had been from anyone else, I'd be very suspicious of you.

Well, I've always been able to do that.

It sometimes surprises people.

I think you'll soon discover that nothing surprises me.

Come along. I'll show you our testing rooms.

Wonderful. Miss Munroe...

Oh, Sabrina! Come on. Everything's gonna be fine.

Come on. It's all right.

Now, from this room, we can monitor...

all of our primary testing chambers through closed-circuit television.

Each one of those rooms... soundproof and they're locked electronically.

That's my research assistant, Barbara Niles,

and that's Eric Knight, one of our guests.

It's a pocket watch you're holding in your hand.

My impressions are very strong.

The owner is... was a man.

I sense a great sadness here. He's very lonely.

He loved the watch. He wore it constantly.

It broke.

I think it was a gift to him.

Yes, it was his retirement watch.

He couldn't afford to have it fixed, I suppose.

He pawned it.

- Very good. - Not for him. He loved the watch.

Come along. I'll introduce you.

Eric?

There's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Kris Munroe.

She's a graduate student in parapsychology.

- Hello. - Student?

- I like you. - Thank you.

And this is a new subject, Sabrina Duncan.

- Hi. - Hello.

Eric is one of our stars.

He's one of the few people we've had around here that make a living from his gift.

It's not a gift, but it does pay the bills.

I've even been used as a detective.

You have something against detectives?

Oh. No, no. Some of my best friends are detectives.

Well, I guess we'd better let Eric get back to work.

Where's Sabrina?

I don't know.

You, um, seem preoccupied.

It isn't going to work. What isn't going to work?

The experiment tonight. It-It just isn't gonna work.

There's an experiment tonight?

Miss Munroe, I'm sure you must have overheard...

my telephone conversation, and so did she.

A young woman. I see a young woman.

Well, he spoke to you through a young woman, didn't he?

- Who spoke to us? - The boy who was killed outside.

Dr. Holden, would it be possible for us to attend that experiment this evening?

Yes, I think that would be a very interesting idea.

That's Kathy Wade.

She's the one who made contact with Martin last night.

- Mm-hmm. - That's Peter Russell, the famous psychic.

You've surely seen his television show. No, I haven't.

I prefer the circus.

Who are these people? What do we have to have an audience for, Doug?

I'll take responsibility for that.

I think we can start now.

Peter, shall we begin?

- Star. - She's fading. I can feel it.

It's here... another presence.

- Kathy? - Yes, I feel it.

It's stronger. It's stronger this time.

Martin?

Is that you, Martin? Kathy, wait.

It's different this time.

Is there no rest? I've asked you to leave me alone! I've warned you!

It's in there! He's in there with her!

Something is happening to Kathy! Holden, please, let me help her!

Martin, no!

She's dead.

Oh, boy.

That's all for this evening.

The medical examiner said she died instantly.

A blow to the back of the neck. How?

The door was locked. Holden had one key, Barbara has the other.

Neither one of them were out of our sight.

Peter Russell was in plain view. Claire was with us.

Who does that leave?

Nobody human.

Wait a minute. If you're telling me...

that Kathy Wade was murdered by a ghost, how do we investigate that?

Okay, look, I know it sounds really crazy,

but we heard his voice, and she was alone in the room.

He sounded angry, resentful.

- Who did? - Martin.

- What am I saying? - All right, look.

I think we have to investigate this the same way...

we would investigate any other murder case.

- Who is our prime suspect? - Martin.

Right. So, Bosley, why don't you check out Martin's past?

Before he died or after? Well, look.

Charlie discovered through his earthly contacts...

that Kathy Wade was a fictitious name.

Her real name was Kathy Brendleberry. No wonder she changed it.

I'll see what I can find out about her.

Good. All right. Kris and I will be inside the institute...

amazing Dr. Holden with my psychic powers,

and we'll poke around while we're in there.

But what if the killer is a ghost?

Then he will get life like anybody else.

Oh! Bree, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

That's all right. I think this place is getting to me.

I always used to like trees.

Listen, Holden's waiting for us in the house.

Now, we're gonna do the first tests in his office.

Yeah. Okay, let me see if I got it straight.

One finger is a square.

Two's a star. Three's a circle.

Four is a rectangle. And... What did I forget?

Ah! Wavy lines.

Wavy lines. Okay, now don't... Listen.

Don't get 'em all right, because he'll kick us out.

Don't give me all the right clues.

Thank you, Sabrina.

Well, that's very interesting.

It's certainly a lot better than pure chance.

However, it's not high enough to be suspicious.

And so ends another astonishing report on the unknown.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your host, Peter Russell,

bidding you farewell until next we meet and journey...

Beyond The Infinite.

More applause.

More, more, more! Build it.

Okay. Perfect.

Excuse me. Mr. Russell?

Your dreams come true the very next day.

You have been out of body?

Not since puberty.

Who are you then? Kelly Garrett.

I'm a private investigator.

Claire Rossmore hired me to look into the murder of Kathy Wade.

I understand she was your protégé.

Yes, she was.

Do you watch my TV show, Miss Garrett?

Sorry.

Well, a lot of people do.

Oh, I'm sure of that.

Could I ask you a few questions? It won't take long.

Of course. I'll help in any way I can.

Did you know that Kathy's last name was really Brendleberry?

She has a grandmother by that name living here someplace.

That's the first I've heard of it. She never talked about her past.

How did you meet?

She showed up backstage one night after a taping... oh, five, six months ago.

I'm sorry I didn't learn more about her.

- But it didn't really matter, you see. - Why?

Because of my show, many people come to me claiming to have occult powers.

Kathy was one of few whose powers rivaled my own.

That's why I had Dr. Holden test her.

How did you come to be part of the Rossmore Institute?

Claire invited me originally, and I see the institute as a chance to silence,

once and for all, the disbelievers.

Hmm. What about Dr. Holden?

Was he a disbeliever? Yes, at first.

Holden doesn't believe in show-business psychics.

He believes only in charts and statistics.

I make him very nervous.

I see. Well, thank you for your time.

Miss Garrett?

I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help.

I was very fond of Kathy.

But I don't think you're ever going to find her killer...

in this world.

Thank you.

Hello. Is this a private stroll, or can anybody tag along?

Well, not just anybody.

But you can.

Thank you.

You didn't like it when Dr. Holden called your psychic powers a gift.

Nope. It's more of a curse.

How would you like it, being forced to

eavesdrop on the private lives of strangers?

You mean, you can read minds?

No.

But I see pictures sometimes... Brief flashes.

I hold in my hand an old watch touched with life I can see, Kris.

The trouble is, I have to feel it all too.

Sometimes joy, but much more often...

it's shock, terror, pain, death.

I know what it's like to die.

You're right. It's no gift.

Well, sometimes there is a certain satisfaction.

And you get to travel too.

Become psychic, see the world.

What is it?

I saw you.

I don't wanna know. It was in a classroom. It was no college.

- Look, Eric... - You were wearing a uniform... and a gun.

Uh, easy, now.

Good boy.

Is anybody here?

Just you, me and the dog, dearie.

He's growling. Will be bite?

Only if you don't buy anything.

I'll buy something.

Sheffield, come here!

Mrs. Brendleberry? That's me.

I'd like some information about Kathy. I like your face.

You brighten up the shop.

You can stay as long as you like. Thank you.

Kathy was your granddaughter?

Where do you think I got this TV?

Almost new!

I understand Kathy had remarkable powers.

Sheffield.

Hush, Sheffield.

Did she always have an interest in the occult?

Not around me, she didn't. I'd have tanned it out of her.

When did she become interested?

Well, about five years back, I think, uh,

when that boyfriend of hers got himself killed.

Oh, I remember the last time he rode up.

I wouldn't let her go out with him.

- I guess it was what you would call a premo... premo... - Premonition.

- That's it, honey. - Do you remember his name, Mrs. Brendleberry?

Hush, Sheffield.

Well, now, let me think. Um, Michael?

No. Martin. That's it.

Martin somebody. Martin Faber?

You know, at times, he could be sweet as strawberries.

And then suddenly, he'd go all sour. Sheffield wouldn't go near him.

It's okay.

It was definitely not an earthquake.

I've never been so scared in my whole life.

- There was something in that shop. - Martin sure gets around.

Well, at least we know that there's a connection between Martin and Kathy.

That's right. Kathy became interested in the occult right after Martin was killed.

I think she wanted to get into the institute

so she could attempt to contact him.

Yeah, or to fleece his aunt.

If she was part of a scheme to fleece Claire,

I doubt that she'd agree to be killed.

- No, that is a bit drastic. - So who was she working with?

Russell? Barbara Niles? It could have been any of 'em.

I hate to say this, but Eric Knight's kind of strange.

He says he saw me in his mind at the police academy.

- You think he said that to scare you off? - Oh, I hope not.

Well, I-I mean, he seems like a very caring person.

I mean, he's scary, but I really like him.

Oh, boy. That doesn't make any sense.

You know, if he is a suspect,

he was the only one who wasn't in plain view when Kathy was killed.

You're right.

I don't even wanna go back to that place, if

you wanna know the truth. It is so creepy.

And Dr. Holden... Ever since he's been

studying Bree, he's had her under lock and key.

Ah! Which reminds me.

Charlie sent this over in case you're gonna do any more ghost chasing.

It's one of those electronic keys they use at the institute.

Bosley, what about our original suspect, Martin? Do you know anything about him?

Right now, I've got a list of his old friends, his schoolmates, his hangouts.

By the end of the day, I should have a complete portrait of our late Martin Faber.

Martin?

Oh, yes.

Hmm.

Yes, yes. Uh...

His aunt says he sang in the choir?

Yes, uh, briefly.

That was the year the robes were all destroyed by fire.

Oh. Did Martin have anything to do with that?

Oh, well-well, nothing was ever proved.

Um, his voice had began to change.

Some of the boys teased him about it.

Um, he tended to have a temper.

A temper?

Oh, I'm afraid so.

There was the church picnic.

He had a quarrel with, uh... With Mary Lou Murphy.

She was 12. They quarreled over a sandwich.

We had to pull her out of the lake.

The lake? What happened? Well, hard to say.

Martin was either trying to teach her to swim...

or trying to drown her.

Uh, but then, it's... it's best not to speak ill of the dead.

Martin Faber? Yeah, he was on the track team for one race.

I tossed him off the team. Too slow?

He ran in the marathon. Some kid twisted an ankle, fell in front of him.

Martin ran right over him without blinking an eye, and he was wearing spikes.

Get those knees up!

Oh, excuse me, fellas.

Did either of you know Martin Faber?

He used to ride a motorcycle around here.

It was black with "Demon" written over the, uh...

Thanks. Thanks a lot!

"Demon." That's what I'm naming my new motorcycle.

I'm going to drive it home this weekend.

Oh, school is a drag. So don't mail my check.

I'll pick it up when I see you. Bye, now.

Martin didn't write letters. He'd send me these from school instead.

That was the last tape he sent.

Poor child. Poor child?

Oh, come on, Claire. You've got to know better than that.

You've heard those old stories. I don't believe them.

I talked to a dozen people, Claire. They all said the same thing...

Rages, temper tantrums, violent attacks.

He was very high strung.

Always had to have his own way. But I understood that.

Claire,

what happened the night he died?

Can you tell me?

If I must. It's very important.

Well, he'd been at college for only one semester,

but he wasn't happy.

So without telling me, he quit.

And with his tuition money, he bought that horrible motorcycle.

When he came home, we argued.

He roared off into the night in one of his rages and-and...

And you felt guilty because you'd upset him. Yes.

Well, you weren't the last person to see him that night, Claire.

He went to visit a girl, and he wasn't allowed to see her.

And that made him even madder.

Now, Claire, Martin was walking a tightrope.

He was bound to fall sooner or later, and you couldn't have stopped it.

But I wanted him to come back.

I wanted him to tell me that... That he hadn't killed himself.

And he didn't. Now, look. You know about blind rage.

I don't think he even knew where he was going until it was too late.

It's so good to talk about it at last.

Thank you.

Look, Claire.

Now I have got to ask a favor of you.

What?

Well, we have a plan.

We'd like to try to contact Martin again.

I don't know if I can go through anymore.

After what happened... But that's just the point.

It's not a question of fraud now. It's murder,

and we have to know the truth.

Don't you?

- Yes. - Good.

Now, here's what I'd like you to do.

I'm sorry, Claire. I came as soon as I could.

Peter, sit down.

Miss Rossmore wants us to do another experiment.

- We're going to need your cooperation. - Of course.

Peter, I want you to attempt to contact Martin again...

using Sabrina here as the medium.

But it's too dangerous. We-We have no way of protecting her.

I'm willing to take the chance.

Well, I... I'm not.

Look, I've never worked with her before. I don't

know anything about her powers as a medium.

Well, Dr. Holden can vouch for me.

I feel she might make contact. Actually, that's... what frightens me.

Then you do believe my nephew has returned?

Miss Rossmore, I've been over those tapes time and time again, and I must confess...

I am still looking for a logical answer.

This is Kelly Garrett. I hired her as a detective to investigate Kathy's death.

Yes, we've met.

- I want her present tonight as well. - Now wait. I haven't agreed.

Peter, I am a very wealthy woman.

And I got that way because I'm stubborn as old ketchup.

You will either do this, or you will leave the institute.

Which will it be?

I'll do it.

We will, uh, assemble outside the monitor booth at midnight.

Until then, I expect everyone to remain in

their assigned rooms. Try to get some rest.

Barbara, would you show Miss Garrett to her room, please? Sabrina.

This was Martin's room.

- May I come in? - Sure.

I wanted to see you.

The other day, I felt a kinship with you, Kris.

I felt it too.

Then I read you, and you were frightened.

Well, you take a little getting used to. Well, that's how it always is.

My "gift"... I can't control it. I don't blame you.

I'd like to understand.

What you're planning to do tonight... It's a mistake.

You're no student,

Sabrina Duncan's no psychic,

and Martin's no ghost.

But he crashed. He died.

I've been by that tree any number of times. I feel his rage.

It's a terrible rage.

Martin crashed. That was the end of him.

Look, I'm not concerned with the dead now. I'm concerned with the living.

- You. - Eric, what are you trying to tell me?

I'm warning you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you.

Your life, Sabrina's...

All of your lives are gonna be in danger if you stay here tonight.

Kelly, what is it? I just had a visitor.

It made my glasses do a dance. What?

Come on. Let's get Bree.

Sabrina?

Where is she?

Someone's out there on a motorcycle.

Leave me alone!

Let me rest!

I'm so sick and tired of all the meddling!

Hey, Marty, you know what?

You're beginning to sound like a broken record.

Bosley, you've been sleeping! We're supposed to rest.

Bosley, listen. Bree has disappeared, and somebody is outside on a motorcycle!

Motorcycle? Shh!

Leave me alone. Let me rest.

I am so sick and tired of all the meddling!

Let me rest!

I'm warning you.

I'm so sick and tired of all the meddling!

Let me rest!

Good night, Martin.

You know, we don't have much time. It's almost 11:30. Bosley.

- Psst! - Hey, Bree.

You're probably wondering why I've gathered you here.

I found out how Kathy Wade was murdered.

The answer was right in front us all the time.

Boo!

Oh, God! Did I scare ya?

Yes! Hey, wait a minute.

- Videotape. - That's right.

What we were watching the night that Kathy was killed...

was a videotape of Peter Russell on that monitor.

So Kathy and Peter were working together? Yeah, they had to be.

They must have rehearsed it, and then Peter prerecorded his part.

I found all the equipment down in the basement.

It's directly hooked up to all this stuff.

So all the while we were thinking that we

were watching Peter in the isolation room...

He had time to leave his room, enter Kathy's and kill her.

You know, I think we should put Martin's spirit to rest once and for all.

Dr. Holden, I want this clearly understood.

I don't like it. I'm doing it under protest.

I understand that, Peter.

I'm ready to start whenever you are, Peter.

Mr. Russell?

Ow!

Holden, open all the doors to this place.

I want everybody out of my way.

Do as he says.

Ouch!

Better stay put.

Stay there unless you want Sabrina hurt!

Well, look what I found hidden in the gardener's shed.

Is he all right?

Bosley, I think you nearly scared him to death.

That's right, Bosley, and we've got enough ghosts around here already.

I sensed there was a danger. I just couldn't pinpoint the source.

I hope I didn't frighten you. I sometimes have that effect on people.

That's okay. I understand.

Angels, it turns out that Peter Russell was a genius...

But in electronics, not the psychic.

Those glass-shattering tricks he pulled were done with sound waves.

- The police found the equipment. - And Martin had tape-recorded his letters to Kathy too.

So Peter had his actual voice. All he had to do was edit it.

And Bosley was right. The whole thing was just a big con.

Peter wanted to take over the institute.

Kathy Wade probably tried to get out of the scheme, so Russell killed her.

Which just proves I was right all along.

This parapsychology stuff is a big fraud.

Well, now, you really think so, Mr. Bosley?

Oh, now, look, Eric, I know that Kris is rather fond of you...

That's all right. Look, I'll make a deal with you.

You at least, um, reserve your opinion for a while.

Keep an open mind. And I won't tell them about that...

late-night skinny-dipping in Rocky River.

That was high school!

Did you ever find your clothes, Mr. Bosley?

- Bosley! - Bosley!

You didn't, Bosley! Look, that was just youthful exuberance!

That was the most embarrassing moment of my life! Wait just a minute.

I'm not so sure. What about that time... All right. You've got a deal!

Ohh!