All language subtitles for Something Weird

[Shouts]

Good going, Dr. Jordan.
I'll make you a Godan yet.

That was sloppy, kid,
and you know it.

Don't use your diplomacy on me.

Look, I respect you too much.

Alright, for a black belt
it was sloppy.

You broke the boards
but your technique was off.

Now watch.

Professor, I'm glad
you're on our side.

They train just as well
on the other side.

Let's go.

[Chuckling]

Oh, Alex, you're
positively electrifying.

[Electricity hisses]

[Electricity hisses]

- What happened?
- Get that thing off him!

Stop it! Stop it!

Easy, easy.

- Stand back!
- Take care.

- Watch yourself.
- Watch it.

- [Electric hiss]
- Aaah!

Oh! Oh, God.

Why did Mitch have to play
hero? He's an engineer.

He should have let one of us
go up. We know these wires.

Gus...Gus was dead
before he even hit the ground.

Have they radioed
for an ambulance yet?

Yeah, it's on its way.

Mitch? Mitch!

- [Siren wailing]
- Can you hear me?

He's dead.

[Siren wailing]

He looks bad. He really does.

Here's the doc now.

Hurry, Doc.

- Gus is dead.
- He's...he's dead, Doc.

Yeah, I have to call
the coroner on this man.

Don't move him till the coroner
gets here. What happened?

It was a... You tell him.

Yeah, well, what difference
does it make?

- How is he?
- This man's alive.

Get the stretcher.
Let's take him the hospital.

- You serious, Doc?
- It's pretty bad, though.

Alright.

Just roll him on. That's it.

Watch him when you move him.
Watch his head.

Drop him carefully. Alright.

Alright.

- [Groaning]
- Easy! Easy! Easy!

After me.

I'm driving.

[Sirens wailing]

'Science knows that people
contact the world around them

by their five senses,

sight, sound, smell,
taste and touch.

But many times,

a person reports
an awareness of a happening

where none of these channels
could possibly be involved.

This, then, is the sixth sense,

the extrasensory perception,
commonly known as E.S.P.

The Russians for the past decade

have intensified
their experimentation

in extrasensory research.

They're working and
experimenting on a crash program

whose goal is to surpass America

in the field of parapsychology,

that branch of science

which deals with a range
of mental activities

commonly called psychic.

Dr. Alex Jordan,
a renowned parapsychologist,

is employed by a branch
of the federal government

for top-secret work in E.S.P.

and its relationship
to American defense.

This organization is determined
that the United States

will be the first
to communicate

with other planets,

the first to advance
in the field of E.S.P.,

and the last to perish
in an all-out nuclear war.'

No doubt about it, Dr. White,

Cronin Mitchell is one
of the finest sensitives

that I've ever tested.

Now, it may be that
his accident was the cause.

I don't know.

Or it may be
the electrical current

that he was subjected to.

We have several theories.

Dr. Roxin, are you sure?
I thought he might be faking.

That's why I called
the university.

I know that you people
are interested

in this kind of thing.

I'm sure.

I've tested literally
thousands of these psychics

and he ran through
my deck of E.S.P. cards

as though it was child's play.

He acts almost deranged.

Well, he may still be suffering
from some form of shock.

But a phony?

Absolutely not.

I've seen too many
of these self-styled psychics

to be fooled.

By the way, Doctor, that's a
ghastly burn that he's received.

Can plastic surgery be employed?

No, the tissues
are burned too deeply.

I don't know
what'll become of him.

He feels his life is over.

God only knows what he can do
with a face like that.

I feel sorry for him.

Seems a shame, Doctor.

His friends tell me that
he's a different man

since the accident.

Cynical, almost morbid.

Of course anybody
would be affected

that received a shock like that.

But his sense of E.S.P.
is fantastic.

Under controlled situations,
he's even moved an object.

Three of clubs.

- Queen of hearts.
- This is too much.

You've named 30 cards correctly.

I could name 52 out of 52
if I wanted to.

A thousand out of a thousand.

You're fantastic.

Can you tell me something
about myself, Mr. Mitchell?

You'll marry within the year.
You'll have two children.

No, three.

Your husband's name will be Roy.

Why, that's the name of the boy
you were out with last night.

Remember last night in his car?

Why, Miss Browning,
I'm surprised at you.

That will be quite enough.

I should have realized that
it's impossible to be nice

to someone like you.

Oh, I'll show you how
you can really be nice to me.

Aaah!

You'll listen to me
but you won't look at me!

You...you're disgusting!

No-one can look at you,
not even yourself!

A freak like you
should have died!

Get out! Go! Go!

[Laughing]

[Sobbing]

From your ring, I can tell that
you will move to San Francisco

in two years and eight months.

Would you like to know
the name of your next lover?

That will be quite enough,
Mr. Mitchell.

Oh, by the way, my husband
would like to know

the name of the horse that will
win in the fourth race tomorrow.

Ah.

The horse that will win
the fourth race

will be...

the one on which
your husband does not bet!

That will be all, madam!

Something...

is going to happen.

Uh...good day, Mr. Mitchell!

They tell me you are
a gifted psychic.

Well, can you do nothing
but stare?

Oh...oh, yes, yes, of course.

Do you want a reading?

Oh, perhaps, Mr. Mitchell.

Perhaps.

Must we have this?

Oh, well, well!

So, I have come
to the right place.

The Bible of the Witches.

But certainly a fine
clairvoyant such as yourself

knows that witches don't exist?

Or do you believe
in witchcraft, Mr. Mitchell?

What do you want?
How did you get in here?

Let's just say I have ways.

But I haven't much time.

I've made a long journey,
Mr. Mitchell,

and I don't think
it will be in vain.

You are psychic

and let's say that I have
certain powers too.

For instance, I can
look into your heart

and tell you
your deepest desires.

What is this?

- Get to the point!
- Yes, yes, Mr. Mitchell.

The point is that
I know what you want

and I have the power
to give it to you.

For a small price, of course.

I'll strike a bargain with you

that will give you back
your pretty face.

Go on.

Become...

my lover,

then you shall have
your pretty face.

Or refuse

and spend the rest of your life
hidden behind that mask,

because nobody
can stand to look at you.

Become your lover?

[Laughs]

That's a laugh!

Why, you're even
uglier than I am!

Go on, get out of here,
you crazy old fool!

No!

Look, Cronin Mitchell! Look
in the mirror! What do you see?

[He sobs]

[Inaudible]

Hey there! Having a good time?

Huh?

Oh...!

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby, hey.

Anybody sit down with you here?

You're all alone?

Pretty girl like you?
What are you doing all alone?

Oh, let me buy you a drink.
How about a drink, baby?

Aren't you gonna be sociable?
Here, have a little bit of mine.

Come on, have
a little bit of mine. Here.

Don't you want any of my drink?

Well, you're not very friendly,
I can see that.

Let me order you a drink.

You have a phone call outside.

Who, me?

That's right.
You've got a phone call.

- Phone call outside.
- Phone call for me?

That's right, right out there.

Wait, wait a minute.
You stay right there.

I'm gonna come right back.
Don't go away now.

I'm Cronin Mitchell.

Pretty girls in trouble
usually call me Mitch

and they always
ask me to join them.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Please sit down, Mitch.

I'm Ellen Parker.

You're a beautiful girl,
Ellen Parker.

Let's see what I can tell you
about yourself.

Your age is...

...unclear.

You're...

Something's wrong.
I'm not getting anything.

You...

fear death.

You fear...

being alone.

You know me?

I know you, Mitch...

...and I've been
waiting for you...

...for a long, long time.

Ellen?

Ellen?

Shall we go, Mitch?

Mitch?

I'm waiting.

[Laughing]

So, my proud peacock,

you're enjoying your new role
as Prince Charming.

But don't forget our bargain!

You give me love...

and I'll give you
your pretty face!

Come to me, Mitch.

My lover.

[She laughs]

[Screaming]

So, Jordan, I want you to go
to Jefferson, Wisconsin.

If this sensitive is any good,
bring him back for testing.

It may be a matter
of national importance.

- When do I leave?
- This afternoon.

The reservations have been made

and there'll be a car
waiting for you.

Now, Jordan, here's the story.

Seven women have been
murdered in Jefferson

in less than a month.

Now, the local police
are stymied.

The town council's up in arms.

The newspapers are full of it.

Then this psychic comes along

and says that he can
solve the murders.

The newspapers have given him
all the publicity.

- Is he any good at all?
- He seems good, too good.

He was in an accident
last summer

and he was badly burned,
almost burned to death.

Then he started appearing
on national TV.

It's a funny thing, though.

What's that?

His face.

The hospital claims that
he was burned so badly

that no type of surgery
could help him.

But on these TV shows,
he looks like a movie actor.

Bring him back, Jordan.

Sounds very mysterious.

I'll leave tomorrow.

Today, Jordan. Today.

Look, he...he travels
with a girl.

We haven't been able
to get a lead on her

but...check her out, Doctor.

- I certainly will.
- You know what I mean.

If this psychic is as good
as they say he is...

...the Government wants him

and now, Jordan.

Not tonight, pussycat.
I have to leave.

There, so you won't forget.

I know something that would
really make me remember.

So do I.

Don't be good, Alex.

Keep in practice.

- I'll see you later.
- See you later.

I wish all this publicity
would die down.

Yeah, you'd better believe it.

If these murders continue,
we'll all be out of a job,

including the Chief.

By the way, Maddox,
have you heard the news?

What news? Oh.

We're gonna offer
a reward to the killer.

If he turns himself in.

No, I'm serious.

You know how these papers
have been writing us.

Well...

now the town council
thinks we can't do it

without outside help.

They're putting the screws
on the Chief

to let a "sensitive"
handle the case.

Sensitive? What's a sensitive?

A guy who sunburns too easy.

No, it's a guy who knows things
with a sixth sense or something.

They say these guys can solve
crimes just by meditating.

In other words, Maddox,

these are thinking men
as opposed to cops.

So the experts say.

What does the old man
think about this?

He's not happy
but he's a good politician.

He plays both ends
against the middle.

He thinks it won't work.

This guy's been on some
big TV shows or something,

the whole bit.

He's just looking for some
free publicity, if you ask me.

But, uh...nobody asked me.

Well...

if this guy's on the level,
I'll go along with it.

So far, we haven't come up
with any answers.

No clues.

No motive.

No pattern.

This is no ordinary killer.

Excuse me, uh...Dr. Jordan?

Excuse me. Are you Dr. Jordan?

Yeah, that's right.

So, this is Jefferson,
Wisconsin?

Well, I'll put it
on the expense account.

That is,
if there's anything here

to put on
an expense account.

I'm Detective Maddox,
Jefferson Police crime detail.

The old man's
been waiting for you.

Okay, Detective Maddox,
Jefferson Police crime detail,

let's go see the old man.

Fine.

- Hi, Maddox.
- Chief Vinton.

- This is Dr. Jordan.
- Dr. Jordan.

Sit over here, Doc.

I have a feeling that
I'm not exactly welcome here.

It isn't that you're
not welcome, Doctor.

I truthfully feel
you're wasting your time here.

I've had an awful
lot of pressure

from the public and the press

and now you're
bringing me pressure

from the federal government.

What are you afraid of, Vinton?

Progress?

Progress?

You might call it that.
I call it something else.

We're searching for a killer.

This killer has killed
seven women.

Hocus-pocus and magic
aren't needed here.

I've got my men out looking
for clues that don't exist.

You university fellows
come here and try and help us.

Well, frankly,
I just don't think it can work.

You're right, science doesn't
have all the answers.

But we are trying.

No-one knows the heights
to which the mind can reach.

Nor the depth.

Now, if you as policemen
fail, it's forgivable.

But if science fails,
it's monstrous...

...and that's why I'm here.

I want to see
if Mitchell is a fake

and if he is, demolish him.

But if he isn't,

well, then it might do well
for you to use his help.

I'd like to meet Mitchell now
if possible.

Alright.

Maddox, bring Mr. Mitchell
into the office.

Oh, Mr. Mitchell,
this is Dr. Jordan.

Dr. Jordan's
from Washington D.C.

And, uh...

this is Miss Ellen Parker.

She's Mr. Mitchell's,
uh...secretary.

Well, Dr. Jordan, I understand
you've been sent here

to test my validity
as a psychic.

Well, I'm used to that by now.

I assume you're qualified
to tell the difference

between a true psychic
and a phony?

I've heard that you've been
building quite a reputation

as a performer, Mr. Mitchell.

Do you like TV acting?

I've changed many skeptics

into believers in E.S.P.,
Jordan.

Would you like a little
demonstration of my...

gift?

Chief, take an object,
any object.

Place it on a blank piece
of paper on your desk.

Don't let me see it.

Conceal the object.

That is the object
you've concealed, Chief.

Your wife gave it to you
for your birthday.

But you think it's too ornate
for your office

so you compromise by keeping it
under the desk blotter.

Are you satisfied, Doctor?

Very impressive, Mitchell.

I don't doubt that you have
a highly sensitive mind.

But I'd like to know how far
these psychic powers go.

That, Dr. Jordan, is something
that no-one in this world

can ever know.

Gentlemen.

I'm afraid that will
be all for today.

If you want any further
testing of Mr. Mitchell's...

...gift...

I suggest you phone him
at the hotel.

Shall we go, Mitch?

Before you go, Mr. Mitchell,
I'd like to know something.

Now, I'll buy all this talk

about radiations
or whatever you call it,

but what about people?

How can this, uh...extra sense
of yours lead us to the killer?

Detective Maddox, the mind
is the greatest power of all.

But it's not easy to explain.

I'll give you an example.

Write down a four-digit number.

One. Three.

Five.

Six.

Well, Mr. Mitchell,
after what I've just seen

and Dr. Jordan's been shown,

I...I think maybe we might be
able to work together after all.

I...I feel that I may
have been a trifle hasty

in some of my conclusions.

What do you say, Dr. Jordan?

It appears that way, doesn't it?

Mr. Mitchell,

I have a drug here,

L.S.D.

Perhaps you've heard of it?

It brings about
a trance-like state

and heightens your awareness
or extrasensory perception.

I would like you to take it

and meet with me tomorrow
or perhaps the next day

for a demonstration...

...and that will answer
any questions that I may have.

Well, I've never taken the drug.

But if it'll be any help to
you, I'll be glad to, Doctor,

and now we must go.

Oh, before you go,

I'd like to ask you out to
my home for dinner tonight.

I think it might be a good idea,

since we're all gonna
be working together.

Maybe we can meet some
of my influential friends

who'll be there too.

Say about seven o'clock.

Miss Parker and I'll be
delighted to attend.

That's great. Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Dr. Jordan, I of course am
including you in the invitation.

Uh...I'm afraid he's made
a believer of me.

We'll see, Vinton.

We'll see.

I'm very anxious to meet
the interesting Mr. Mitchell.

Well, he is amazing.

Will you excuse us, dear? Have
you met the editor of our paper?

[Low voices]

Doesn't it bother you,
Mr. Mitchell?

I mean, knowing so much
about other people.

Especially women.

No, not really...

...and, at any rate,
your thoughts

are perfectly safe with me.

[She chuckles]

Well, George,

it looks like your wife is
smitten with the mind-reader.

That's all she'd better be.

You're a strange girl,
Miss Parker.

I beg your pardon, Dr. Jordan?

Oh, I'm...I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it as an insult.

I only meant
it seems strange to me

that a lovely girl
like you would...

would enjoy traveling
around the country

with a man like Mitchell.

Doesn't all this seem tiresome?

Not at all.

I enjoy seeing Mitch...

...happy.

He's very dependent on you.

But then I should think
it would be easy

for a man to be dependent
on a woman like you.

There are several ways
I can take that, Dr. Jordan.

Mr. Mitchell is
an amazing young man.

Didn't I tell you so,
Reverend Ammond?

Chief Vinton, if this psychic
can solve these murders,

I'm counting on you to give
my newspaper complete coverage.

As a matter of fact,
I got my photographer there.

Great, wonderful.
Love to shoot it.

On second thought,
why not have your psychic

demonstrate
his abilities tonight?

I could write a small blurb on
it just to get things rolling.

What do you say?

Oh, Phil, I, uh...
Yeah, that's not a bad idea.

Alright, we'll do it.

Folks, let me have
your attention.

Mr. Mitchell, some
of my guests would like a...

demonstration
of your psychic power.

I know you're not
expecting this.

But I'm sure we'd all
enjoy it. How about it?

[Crowd applauds]

What sort of a demonstration
would you like?

I've heard all kinds of things
about people

who could talk to the spirits
of another world.

Can you really do that,
Mr. Mitchell?

We'd just love that,
wouldn't we, everyone?

[Crowd applauds]

Yes, I have the power
to communicate with the dead.

But it's a difficult and
often dangerous procedure.

A true psychic doesn't use his
powers for mere entertainment.

However, if you insist,
I'll do the best I can.

[Murmuring and applause]

May we have less light, please?

[Woman] Oh, certainly.

Clear your minds
and concentrate.

All of us radiate electricity

and I'll be drawing on
these forces from all of you.

Levitation may occur.

[Crowd murmurs]

Please! Quiet!

Clear your minds,
concentrate, close your eyes

and think only of reaching
into the world of the unearthly.

What was that?

There's something at the window.

Oh! Something
just brushed past me.

In heaven's name, look!

[Gasps]

Mr. Mitchell, are you alright?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm alright.

So, you see, gentlemen,

being a wearer of the cloth
does not exclude me

from believing that which
reason says cannot exist.

I only know that something...

something unearthly
has been visiting my chapel.

Surely, Reverend Ammond,
you don't believe in ghosts?

What you saw last night
was a psychic phenomenon.

It has nothing to do
with spirits.

All I know, Dr. Jordan, is

that not only did I see
this apparition in my church,

but so did many
of my parishioners.

I can't explain it any better
to them than I can to myself.

Reverend, it's...it's possible
that what you saw

was a hallucination.

Well, there's been
a lot of psychic talk

since I arrived here

and, well, hysteria does
have a tendency to grow.

I can assure you, Mr. Mitchell,

this is no trick
of the imagination.

My congregation is so appalled
by this phantom,

that they have become
quite derelict

in their churchly duties.

They feel the ghost
is a malign creature

and are quite in terror of it.

I can't pass an opinion here.

Perhaps Mr. Mitchell
can solve this thing.

Reverend,

I'll help you if I can.

I sense that there is
something supernatural here.

You'd better have
a photographer present

in case something happens...

...and, one thing,

don't ever tell Ellen that
I've been inside this church.

Well, gentlemen,
we'll meet tonight.

Mr. Mitchell,

do you really think you can
help us with this problem?

Reverend, if your ghost
ever shows up, I...

Yes.

Yes, I sense something.

I really don't
like this very much.

This is too much for me.
I got a weak heart.

Mitchell! Don't!

Mr. Mitchell? Are you alright?

Uh...oh, yes, yes.

Yes.

What...what happened?

[Sighs] Well, I don't know.

I couldn't really say.
But she won't come back.

How can you be so sure?

I can't explain it
in normal terms.

She needed some sort of contact
with the living world.

She got it and she's gone.

Permanently?

I'm telling you
this town was better off

without all these creeps.

It makes my blood boil,

the way the government can
send in anybody they want

to take over a town.

Well, I wouldn't exactly
say they're taking over.

But things were sure
a lot different

before that mind-reader
got here.

Yeah, him and his girlfriend.

They got the whole town spooky
and accusing each other.

It was bad enough
with all those murders.

Now we got ghosts too.

Something ought to be done.

Like what?

Well, now, I'll tell you.

I wonder where Mitch is.

I thought he went
back to the hotel.

But when they told me
he hadn't, I rang your room.

I'm glad I did, Ellen.

I know.

Alex.

Why don't you leave Mitch alone?

Surely by now you must
realize he's not a fake?

I'll admit that he is
a true clairvoyant.

In fact,

he seems to possess something
even beyond the psychic.

Why do you say that?

I don't know.

It's almost as though we were
dabbling in witchcraft.

Funny.

You know, I believe in E.S.P.

But I never thought seriously
about the supernatural before.

Please go on, Alex.

Ellen, this is hard to
discuss with you.

You seem to have
a power over him.

But that's not hard to imagine.

Power over him?

Perhaps I do.

Are you in love with him, Ellen?

No, don't answer.

Look, like I said, I believe
Mitchell does have powers

and I want to take him
back to Washington.

You too, of course.

If I can't be happy,
well, at least he can.

Mitch will be happy when
you leave him alone, Alex.

There are some things it's best
not to involve yourself in.

Well, well.

If it ain't the girl
and her man.

Look who it is.

Yeah, I'm looking.

Lady, you've just
changed partners.

Hey, hot shot,
get lost or get hurt.

Why, you...

Here, this should fix you up.

Thank you, Alex.

You're an interesting man.

There are lots of things

I'd like you to know
about me, Ellen,

and there are some things
I'd like to know about you.

I know.

But let's just say
that isn't possible, now.

No, I asked you earlier if you
were in love with Mitchell.

Well, are you?

It's not a fair question.

But I'll say this.

Mitch and I belong
to each other.

It's something
you couldn't understand,

nor would you want to.

As long as Mitch is alive...

...I'm not able to look
at another man.

You're fantastic, Mitch.

I'll bet you can't guess what
I'm thinking of right now.

Oh, that's not much of a test
for my psychic powers.

You're always thinking of that.

Ha-ha-ha! I can't help myself.

It's just the way I am.

Ellen, I've never met
a woman like you before.

Ha-ha.

I don't care if you love him
or not!

I want you!

What do you think
your husband would say

if he knew we were
together tonight?

He's no good and you know it!

Oh!

You little witch!

The same thing your...
girlfriend would say, I guess.

But we won't tell them, will we?

Anyway, your girlfriend
seemed pretty occupied

with Dr. Jordan the other night.

Has anyone ever told you
that you're a prize...

Mitch,

I need you.

- What's the matter, honey?
- Shut up!

- Listen. Don't you hear it?
- Hear what?

Oh!

[Groaning]

Come back, honey.
I...I'll go a little slower.

Ellen? Listen. I...I'm sorry.

Look, I don't know
what came over me.

No, you've got to
let me explain.

Hello? Ellen? Hello?

[Gasping]

[Laughing]

You've covered
all the murder sites.

Now you know what it's like
to be a cop for a day.

Maddox,
why can't we see the site

where the last murder happened?

I've told you, Mitchell.

I can't be responsible
for your safety.

Are you getting any impressions
about this murderer?

Huh! That's the whole problem.

I'm getting too much.
It's all jumbled around.

I tell you one thing, though.
He's a psychotic.

Everything I've picked up
points to his insanity.

He's like an animal.
Hates women.

I can sense that
he wants to destroy them.

Perhaps because
he's afraid of them.

That's interesting.

But if it's true,

if the killer is a psychotic,
as you say,

why has it been so hard
for us to get him?

Seems to me that an insane man
would leave more evidence

than a normal one.

Well, that'd be right
in most cases.

But I sense that our killer
isn't insane all of the time.

Ah, come on, Mitchell.

What kind of reasoning is that?

Either a man is normal
or he's nuts.

You don't turn it off and on
like a faucet.

Look, Maddox, I'm a psychic,
not a psychiatrist.

But I can sense that
this man is a schizophrenic.

You know, a split personality.

Now, most of the time, this guy
is just as normal as you or me.

But when something
sets him off...

...and the unfortunate thing
is that a schizophrenic...

...is the cleverest killer
of all.

How do you find a madman
who's sane 98% of the time?

No, you're sounding
like Dr. Jordan.

So, you think we're up
against a part-time madman?

Is that the best you can do?

Well, it's the best I can do

till you show me some more of
the evidence I know you've got.

You show me something,
I'll tell you something.

Okay.

Tell me something.

[Maddox] Well?

Whose is this?

Look, uh...let's knock it
off for the day.

Yeah.

Yeah, Maddox.

[Jordan] 'Mr. Mitchell,
I have a drug here, L.S.D.

Perhaps you've heard of it?

It brings about
a trance-like state

and heightens your awareness
or extrasensory perception.'

[Laughing]

That's where the girl
was killed!

Good evening, Mr. Mitchell.

We've been expecting you.

We're actually two cops.

Women are evil.

They must be killed
or they'll kill you.

And the second cop?

How do you stop a psychotic
who's sane 98% of the time?

Those were your words, Mitchell.

But I can't be stopped.

Don't you understand?
I cannot be stopped!

[Screams]

[Phone ringing]

Yeah?

I...

Yeah. Yeah, this is Mitchell.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

I...I see.

You can show me
the house tonight?

Yeah, well, can't we table it
till tomorrow?

I...I'm kind of beat.

Yeah.

Yeah, Maddox.

It has been a long day.

That's all that I can tell you.
It just happened.

I...I can't explain it.

First I'm dozing off
half asleep,

then all of a sudden
I'm fighting a blanket

that tries to strangle me.

Look, Dr. Jordan, it's obvious
something happened to you.

But blankets that
try to strangle you?

This is a little
hard to believe.

Are you sure
you weren't drinking?

Maybe just one drink?

No, I wasn't drinking.
Now, look, let's just drop it.

Look, we've got other things
to worry about.

If Mitchell's phone call
to the Chief was correct,

then Maddox is on to him.

Yeah, Stein,
and every minute we sit here

talking about "ghost blankets",

could mean Mitchell's life.

I say let's get out of here
and get him.

No, no, wait a minute.
Let's talk about this, huh?

I don't think Maddox
will make his move so soon

and we aren't positive
that Mitchell's right.

But you know the dream
Mitchell said he had.

He said Maddox shot him!

Yes, but it was a dream,
a dream produced by a drug,

and we have to
check this thing out

before you guys rush in
and do something foolish.

Anyway, if Mitchell is right...

...then going after Maddox now
just might touch him off.

I don't know, Doc.
I think we should grab him.

You were the one that told us
how good Mitchell was.

- I don't think we should wait.
- Well, I do!

I told you we waited too long.

You take care of your buddy.
I'll get him.

Okay.

Hey!

Jordan, what are you doing?
I'm unarmed.

That's murder!

Precisely.

[Inaudible]

Miss Parker.

The coroner reported
that Mitchell died instantly.

I...I am truly sorry.

Jordan, they pulled five slugs
out of Maddox's body.

Five.

Did it really take that much?

Oh, look, don't play
games with me.

You were supposed to take
Maddox the minute he appeared.

Why did you wait so long?

Look, I don't care
what your man said.

The whole thing was unfortunate.

You talk as if I wanted
Maddox to kill Mitchell.

Well, why would I
want Mitchell dead?

I came here to bring him
back to Washington.

And as for Maddox, would you
rather he have killed me?

Look, this whole thing
is very unpleasant.

Miss Parker has had
a most unpleasant day.

You lost a murderer.
I lost a psychic.

Jordan, I just want some facts.

Actually, there's no-one left
who really knows what happened.

Except you.

Thanks for having
dinner with me

and for listening
to my explanation about...

well, what happened last night.

Alex?

Be honest with me.

Did you wait too long?

Could you have saved Mitch?

Not that again?

Look, Ellen, we've had
a wonderful evening.

Let's not spoil it.

Alex, this is important to me.

I've got to know.

It's your fault.

You said you couldn't look
at another man as long as...

well, as long
as Mitch was alive.

I knew it.

I knew it.

Ellen.

You don't hate me?

Oh, Ellen, you don't know
what you mean to me.

Mitch stood in our way.
He was no good.

He didn't love you like I do.

[Screams]

You do love me, eh?

Yes, darling!

You do love me!

Enough to kill for me!

And you always will!

Who are you?!

Oh! Let go!

Let go!

[She laughs]

[Laughing]

So, my lover.

Repeating another story, eh?

Well, my handsome.

You are a mess.

Ha-ha.

But don't despair.

I can make you a bargain.

Become my lover,

and protect me,

and I'll give you back
your pretty face.

Eh, Alex?

[Laughing]