All language subtitles for Blind.Alley.1939.1080p.WEB-DL.AAC1.0.x264-KG (SDH)

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So you see,

most people don't know
how abnormal they are.

Most people don't know
they're abnormal.

No, gentlemen,
there's no way of knowing.

That's been my purpose
in today's lecture,

to prove to you
that the difference

between the normal mind
and the abnormal is so slight,

the threads supporting them
so delicate,

it would take an extremely
acute perception

to distinguish between the two.

Furthermore, abnormality
is more or less relative

to the person, time and place.

For instance, the other day,

I was walking
along the corridor.

I saw a student.
I could tell you his name,

but I think perhaps
I'd better not.

He was singing
at the top of his voice

and performing gyrations
in a most fantastic manner.

He was shaking his forefinger
in midair

while his body was possessed

by the most incredible
contortions.

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]
At first, I thought

the student had been seized
by a fit,

but upon questioning
another observer,

I found it was nothing
more than an exhibition

of a new song and dance

called the jitterbug jive.
[ALL LAUGHING]

Now, I know enough about
American song and dance

to accept as perfectly normal
the performing of the jitterbug jive.

But if some visiting professor
from, let's say Norway,

were to run
into the same student,

what would he think?

I'm sure you know the answer.

[STUDENTS CHUCKLE]

Now, for some more examples.

When the first man
crossed the Atlantic,

it would have been thought
madness

if he hadn't crossed safely.

But once he landed, however,

he was a fearless,
courageous pioneer.

Uh...

If a Chinese girl were to see

some of the so-called hats
of our young American girls,

she certainly would say
"cuckoo", wouldn't she?

[STUDENTS LAUGH]

And what would our young American
girls say about her and her hats?

The same thing.

Or let's take
the most common form

of temporary insanity
known to man.

It's ordinary name is love.

Love? You mean like...?

[ALL LAUGH]
SHELBY: Exactly.

When one falls in love,
there's a definite suspension

of his powers
of rationalization.

For instance, Holmes,

have you been eating
and sleeping well lately?

And do you find you're not doing
as good work as you might?

[ALL LAUGH]

No.

The lover exhibits, all in all,

many of the same symptoms
as the acute neurotic.

For instance, Holmes,
if I were to ask you

why you're in love
with Miss Such-and-Such,

what would you answer?

Uh, I... I don't know.

[ALL LAUGHING]

You see, uh...

Well, I mean... That is...

You... Look, you see...
There you are.

He's lost his reason.

He's mad.
[ALL LAUGHING]

Well, Professor Shelby,
I was thinking perhaps...

[BELL RINGING]

Just try and hold that
thought till next week.

That's all for today, gentlemen.

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1:
So long, Fred.

MAN 2: Have a good trip.
MAN 3: Congratulations.

FRED: Thanks, fellas.
MAN 4: So long, Fred.

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Fred.
Yes, sir?

For someone who's about to start

his professional career
in a few days,

you're a very sad-looking
young man. Anything wrong?

Well, I suppose it's just
I hate going away.

I sort of like
being here with you.

I sort of like having you too,

but if Dr. Hobbs wants you,
you belong with him.

After all, he selected you
from 300 candidates.

I know it's a great opportunity
to be his assistant.

Then you'd better not
turn it down,

or I might be tempted to
psychoanalyze you.

I guess you're right. Well,
I've got a million things to do.

Wait. Say hello
to Mrs. Shelby and Davy.

They're over here in my office.
Here? Oh, I'd love to.

You studying to be
a psychologist too, Davy?

No, Uncle Fred.
I wanna be an animal trainer.

Mrs. Shelby.
Hello.

I didn't expect to see you
until tonight.

Well, don't let this
stop you from coming.

I'll be over after
I have dinner with Mother.

Davy and I have to continue
Alice in Wonderland.

We're up to the best part.
I'll finish it for you

after Uncle Fred is gone.

I have to run along.
We all have to go.

We'll be expecting you
after dinner.

Will you take me
to the car, Uncle Fred?

Sure. Come along.
Piggyback, please?

Oh, no. I'm afraid we have to be
more dignified than that.

After all, this is a university.

Aw.
Oh, but now you pretend

that you're a professor
like your dad.

Now, let's see you walk down
the hall like Dr. Shelby Jr.

Brilliant boy.
He'll go far.

You know, there's something
unfair about it.

Unfair about what?

You work four years
developing a student

and then lose him to the world.

It's like marrying off
one's son.

But I'm glad he's getting this
opportunity with Dr. Hobbs.

Davy will miss him terribly.

But as you say...

What are you taking
all that home for?

You know, we have guests
over the weekend.

Guests? Who?

Linda and George Curtis.
Oh.

What about Holbrook?
Don't tell me

Linda's given him back
to the Indians?

No. He's coming, all right.

I thought so.
I do wish

Linda wouldn't bring him
to our house too often.

Why?
Oh, I don't know.

It doesn't seem very discreet.

Oh, nonsense. George Curtis
knows all about it.

You're taking it a lot more
seriously than he does.

I'm afraid it's more serious
than you think.

You're getting
an obsession about it.

Linda's a high-spirited
young girl

married to
a settled conservative.

Holbrook has a certain
romantic appeal for her.

After all, you must admit

that George Curtis
is no Casanova.

Yes, but George loves Linda.

And Linda loves George.

She just misses a certain
romance, that's all.

It's far better
she gets it this way,

through a harmless flirtation

than by rebelling
against her husband.

That really would be serious.

This way, no one's affected.

And in the end,
Linda will discover

that one George Curtis is worth
a half a dozen Holbrooks.

How long are you gonna
be away, Uncle Fred?

Oh, for a long time, I guess.

Why do you have to be away
for so long?

Heh. Well,
I wanna be a smart man.

Can't you be smart here?
[CHUCKLES]

My daddy's smart here,
and I'm smart too.

Look, I can read.

K-I-L-L-E-R.

What's that mean, Uncle Fred?

Let's see that, Davy.

Have any trouble?

Nah. It worked
like a charm.

[CHUCKLES]

Didn't it, warden?

Do like I told you?
Don't I always?

Sure, you're okay.

How about Frankie and the boat?

[MOUTHS]What about him?

Aah.
We'll make the lake after dark

and wait there till he comes.

Where do we hide?
Under the water?

There's a house on the lake.
We'll hang around there

till Frankie gets across.
Good.

There's people in it.
- Huh?

Nothing to worry about.
Just a man, his wife and kid.

Well, I guess it's okay. Whose house is it?
Who lives there?

Some college professor.
His name's Shelby.

Hey, Hal,
what about his Nibs here?

That's right.
Yeah, we don't need him anymore.

Well, warden,
here's where you get off.

Stop the car.

So long, warden.
Thanks for the help.

[GUNSHOT]

[PIANO PLAYING]

Lucky you don't have to earn
your living as a dancer, Tony.

Can I help it if Mr. Chopin
didn't write his waltzes

for waltzers?
I think you dance divinely.

There, you see?

I'm a tap dancer too.

[STOMPING]
Shh. You'll awaken Davy.

Don't worry
about the noise, Linda.

Davy won't shut his eyes
until Fred gets here.

Ready?

Say, Tony,
what do you think of this?

Thanks, pal.

Excuse me.

[LINDA PLAYING PIANO]

[GASPS]
None of that.

Somebody screamed.

Yes, it seemed to come from...

Shut up.

Get up, both of you.

Get in there.

Men aren't born that way,
George.

There's something
in his background,

his early environment,
that's given him

a queer, twisted way
of thinking.

That's what makes Hal Wilson
the killer he is today.

BUCK:
Stick them up.

Don't move.

George!
Never mind him.

Get up against that wall.

Come on, you too.

AGNES: Dr. Shelby.
MARY: Get over there.

BUCK:
Face the wall.

Turn around.

The baby...

Okay, frisk 'em.

What is this?
HAL: Who wants to know?

This all of them?
Yeah.

You Shelby?

Yes.

You're Hal Wilson.

Smart guy.

College professor, huh?
That's right.

I teach at the university of...
Nobody cares what you do.

Who are all these people?

This is Mrs. Shelby,
my wife.

These are weekend guests
and our help.

Let me see your faces.

Turn around, all of you,
and put your hands down.

You a teacher too?

I'm a businessman.

[SCOFFS]

What's your line?

I'm a writer.

Reporter?

No, I write books.

Teachers, writers, screwballs.

This your wife?

No.

Any more servants around?

Never mind him.
Speak up for yourself.

No.

Expecting any more
company tonight?

No.
Just a minute, dear.

One of my pupils
is leaving town tonight.

He's driving out
to say goodbye to us.

Yeah?

I can phone him
and tell him not to come.

Sure, and tip him off there's
something wrong here, huh?

What if he walks into all this?

That's his tough luck.

Listen, you...
Take it easy.

Okay, Buck.

What's eating you, fella?

I wanna know what this is about.
Is that so?

You're making a getaway.
We know that.

But where do we come in?
If this is a holdup,

take what you want and get out.
Don't stay here bullying women.

Now, shut up and stay shut!

When I want any advice,
I'll ask for it, see?

Now, get this, all of you.

I am making a getaway,
across that lake.

I'm waiting here for a boat
to pick me up.

It may take one hour,
it may take two.

But it's coming,
and until it does, I'm staying.

Now, if you're all quiet
and do like I tell you,

there won't be no trouble, see?

But if you get out of line...
Now get this, wise guy.

...if anybody makes
a false move,

they're gonna get it,
understand?

Mommy, is that Uncle Fred?
Davy.

That's my son.
You said you got everyone.

Oh, he's only a kid.

Wilson...
Shut up.

Hal, please.
Shut up, I said.

You said I could come down
when Uncle Fred got here.

I know, dear.
Come here, kid.

Is that man with Uncle Fred?

Let that kid go.

Oh, look, Mommy.

Does that shoot real bullets?

Huh? Yeah, sure.

Shoot something.

What?

I got a target upstairs.
I'll go get it.

Davy.

Let the boy go to bed, Wilson.

Aw, I want him to shoot.

Let's get organized here.

Where can I see the lake from?
Here?

No, upstairs.

From the guestroom.

And the road?

Upstairs too.

What room?

Nursery.

Right.
Now, this is it.

Nick, Buck, take this mob
upstairs, split them up

between the guestroom
and the nursery.

Professor,
you stay down here with me.

Come on, get going.
Move.

You too.

Mary, take these
kitchen mechanics out

and rustle up some grub.
Come on.

Take your filthy hands off me.
Oh, yeah?

Hold it a minute, Buck.
Come back.

Take these dames down
to the cellar. Tie them up.

There's enough women here
as it is.

BUCK:
Come on, loudmouth.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Calling all cars
assigned to Lake District.

Calling all cars
assigned to Lake District.

Wilson's car reported seen
earlier in the evening.

Headed for lake.

Calling Car 39.
Calling Car 39.

Call headquarters at once.

That's all.

What's wrong, officer?
Let's see your driver's license.

Oh, looking for Hal Wilson, eh?

You guessed it.
Where you heading?

For Dr. Shelby's
at the lake front.

Is Wilson
supposed to be around here?

He was heading this way.

Okay.
If I see Wilson,

I'll bring him back
in my rumble seat.

Yeah, you do that.

What time is it?

SHELBY:
Eight forty-five.

Say, what's eating you?

Nothing.
That's what I mean.

You ain't got the jitters
like everyone else.

I'm just taking you
at your word, Wilson.

My word?

You said you were waiting
for a boat.

If we behaved ourselves,
nothing would happen to us.

I'm behaving myself.

Where do you want it?

Oh, put it anywhere.

On the piano's all right.

What's keeping Frankie
with that boat?

Quit worrying. He'll be
along. It's early yet.

Yeah.
I didn't expect him much

before 10:00.
He had to wait till dark.

Eat some...
I don't want nothing.

You said you was hungry.
Now eat.

It's gonna be a long night.

I'll take something up
to Nick and Buck.

Well, what you staring at?

Ain't you never seen a guy
eat before?

I'm sorry, Wilson.
You see, you interest me.

I can't help thinking of you
as a case.

What do you mean a "case"?

A patient.

I'm a doctor, you know.

Oh, I thought you said
you was a teacher.

I'm both.
I teach psychology.

You're a screwball.

There's one thing puzzling me.
That's too bad.

Why didn't you lock us all up
in the cellar?

Heh. You'd have been
a great help in this racket.

Suppose the cops come
or someone else.

I wanna have you all handy

so everything looks hunky-dory,
see.

Just you and the folks.

That's fine organization,
Wilson.

Good tactics.

You'd go far in the Army.

You'd be a general in no time.

Aw, you talk too much.

Mind if I do some work?
Work?

I want to read some
case histories I brought home.

They're over there
in my briefcase.

Okay, go ahead.

Hey, keep away from there.
What are you trying to do?

My briefcase is in there.

Huh?

Thanks.
Anytime you want anything,

just ask for it.

"There was a table set out
under a tree

in front of the house,

and the March Hare
and the Hatter

were having tea at it:

a Dormouse was sitting
between them,

fast asleep,

and the other two
were using it as a cushion,

resting their elbows on it,
and talking over its head.

Very uncomfortable
for the Dormouse,

thought Alice,

only, as it's asleep,
I suppose it doesn't mind."

Hey, be careful there.
That's my toy.

Be quiet, Davy.
I don't care. He can't be...

Shut your trap, kid,
and go to sleep.

Mommy.

Lie down, Davy.

NICK:
Drop it.

Mommy.

Get back in that room.

Try anything like that again,

and I'll push
your kid's face in.

Hey, what's this gadget?

It's a game called chess.

Yeah?

[CHUCKLES]

What's this, Seabiscuit?

They call that a knight.
It's very important

if you know how to use it
properly.

Hurt your hand?

Keep your nose clean, professor.

I'm sorry.

Huh?

NICK: Hey, Hal.
Yeah?

A car coming.
Heading for this house?

Yeah. Slowing down
to turn in the driveway.

Bring everyone down
excepting the kid. Mary.

Get upstairs,
look after the kid.

Make it snappy.
Right.

Must be the boy
I told you was coming.

Move.

All right,
over by the fireplace,

all of you. Hurry up.

Buck, take the kitchen.
Nick, in the dining room.

Now, get this, all of you.

Act natural,
as if nothing had happened.

We'll be watching you, see?

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Remember what I told you now.

Good evening, Dr. Shelby.
Am I too late?

Has Davy gone to bed?

Come in, Fred.
Thank you.

Well, my trunk's packed
and down at the station.

This is my last stop.

Good evening, Mrs. Shelby.
Hello, Fred.

I brought something for Davy.

Sort of a going-away present.
How nice of you.

Well, I'd like
to give it to him myself,

say goodbye, you know.

I haven't met
your guests, Dr. Shelby.

Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.

Mr. and Mrs. Curtis,
Mr. Holbrook,

Mr. Fred Landis...

Hello, Fred.
How do you do?

...my star pupil.

Is there anything wrong,
doctor? Am I intruding?

No, of course not.

Well, heh, you asked me to come.

Did you forget?

You're always welcome here,
Fred.

You know that.
It's just...

We were telling ghost stories
when you arrived.

Oh, heh, heh!
And telling them so well

you frightened yourselves, eh?
Yes, that's right.

This is the night
for weird stories.

I was stopped
on my way out here.

Stopped?
A holdup?

No. The police.

You see, they've barricaded
all the roads.

They're looking for Hal Wilson.

The killer who broke jail today.

They know Wilson's
around this neighborhood?

What time's your train leaving?

Well, I...

What about Davy? May I run up
and say goodbye to him now?

I'm sure he must be asleep
by now.

Couldn't I just tell him?
But he'll be so disappointed,

doctor, and well, so will I.

Now, I'll only stay
with him a minute.

Fred, I don't want you
to go upstairs.

There is something wrong here.

What's the matter, doctor?

It's Davy.

HAL:
That's far enough.

Get back here.

What are you listening to?

Shut up, kid.
Go to sleep.

Why don't you go to sleep?

Yeah.

Why don't I?

You're pretty brave
with that gun.

Why you...
Wait a minute.

You think you're a hero.

Well, I think you're yellow.
Yellow as they come.

What would you do
if I didn't have the gun?

Beat the daylights out of you.

Give me a crack at him.
SHELBY: Stop it.

Don't worry. I'm itching
to go to work on these heroes.

Hal.
Okay, Buck, give me your gun.

Don't let them do this.

What's the matter?
This your boyfriend?

He asked for it, didn't he?
Get back. Give him some room.

That kid has got spunk.
I wish I could help him.

He's a fool.

[SCOFFS]

[GASPING]

You're next, Wilson.

Put down your gun.

[GUNSHOT]

[FRED THUDS]

REPORTER [ON RADIO]: Since early today,
Hal Wilson has blazed a trail of...

...cold-blooded murder
so brutal and fiendish,

that the whole nation
stands aghast.

In breaking out,
this bad man killed two guards,

and took along as a shield
Warden Cass.

The hunt for him continues
with undiminished activity.

This afternoon, special agents
arrived from Washington.

Federal authorities joined
with state and local police

in the hunt. Federal Bureau
of Investigation...

Hey, Hal!
Are you listening to the radio?

Shut up!
REPORTER:...Warden Cass.

He carried him
across the state line

before he murdered him.
There's no telling

what this killer will do next.

I can't go on with this, Tony.

I can't.
Quiet, dear.

Hey, what time is it?

Twelve-thirty.

I'm gonna stop him.

I don't understand.

He murdered Fred,

but I can see that
he doesn't kill anyone else.

I'm gonna destroy him.

Take his brain apart
and show him the pieces.

Tony.
It's the only weapon I have.

But Davy, what if he...?
I've thought of him.

But I'm thinking of Fred too.

And all the others
who will have to die

if Wilson leaves this house.

I'm going up to Davy.

Hey, where do you think
you're going?

Upstairs to my son.
Did I say you could?

I want to be with my son.
Sit down.

Doris.

Say, listen, sister.

I ain't playing games.

Go back and sit down
and shut up.

Doris, please.

All right, go on upstairs.

I've got enough to worry about.

Try and get some rest, dear.

[SOBBING]

It ain't finished yet.

There are still
some of both kinds left.

That isn't checkers,
Wilson. It's chess.

Aw, kid's stuff.
Why don't you play with trains?

That's a game
for intelligent people.

People like you and me.

Besides, there's nothing I know

that'll relax you more.

If you're worried
or overstrained...

The way you are now.

...there's nothing
quite so restful.

You have to concentrate.

Shut everything else
from your mind.

Is that why you
was playing just now?

Possibly.

You was pretty mad
because I killed the kid?

I was upset.

But you ain't now?

No.

After all,
you didn't harm Landis.

Death is only
an escape of sorts.

What do you mean "escape"?

Aw, more of that screwball talk.

Not screwball, Wilson,
just different talk.

And all these books.

Say, what is your job, anyhow?

First you're a doctor,
then a professor,

and always a screwball.
It's just the reverse, Wilson.

I cure screwballs.

You mean you're a bug doctor?

I'm the fellow that
keeps people from going bugs.

I don't get you.

I'm what they call
a psychiatrist.

I practice psychology.

I cure sick minds
by psychoanalysis.

What do you give them?
Castor oil?

I'll show you.

Pull up a chair.
Nah. I'll stay like I am.

Who's that?
It could be anybody.

Let's say it's you.

This is where you do
your thinking.

All the everyday stuff.

Eating, smoking,

planning getaways.

They call this
the conscious mind.

You know everything
that goes on up here.

Now, this part here

is called the unconscious
or subconscious mind.

You don't know anything
about this part down here.

What's more, the upper part,
the conscious,

absolutely refuses
to have anything to do

with the lower part
if it can possibly help it.

So to stop anything
from pushing through,

the conscious builds
a sort of a wall across here.

We call that the censor band.

Aw, that don't make sense.

Sounds screwy to me.

Hey, look.

Supposing them two parts

was in a guy's bean, see,

why don't the top dingus know
what's in the bottom?

Because it doesn't want to.

It's afraid of
what's in the lower part.

Afraid?
- The lower part is full of things

that the top half
wants to forget.

Things you pushed
into the lower part

when you were a child
because they frightened you.

Made you remember
something you wanted to forget,

things that make you feel
you're not such a big shot after all.

So what?

That's what makes my job
necessary.

Sometimes the censor band
doesn't do its work properly.

Thoughts and ideas creep
into the top half

and raise Cain.

You mean it might
drive a guy nutty?

Sometimes.

Eh...

They can do other things too.

They can even affect your body.

What you giving me, professor?

Like your fingers, for instance.

I told you to lay off
my fingers, didn't I?

They was hurt, see?

In an auto wreck.

No they weren't, Wilson.

That wasn't caused
by any accident.

They're paralyzed.

Shut up, do you hear?

What's the time?

One fifteen.

Would it be asking too much...?

Huh?
A match...

Go on, go away, go away.

Pleasant fellow.

Can't say I enjoy having my
bedroom crowded with tourists.

George. How can
you be so facetious

at a time like this?
I couldn't be serious

when my life is threatened
by a charming baboon.

Just a minute...
Don't pay attention to Curtis.

He has a habit of
saying silly things

he doesn't mean.
I wonder how silly I sound

compared to the babblings
of our romantic fellows.

Look here, Curtis...
Stop it, George.

Haven't we enough trouble
without you two fighting?

I'm merely making observations.

This is the first since I've
known Dick that he isn't eager

to be the center of attention.
At a time like this,

I don't find your stupid kind
of humor admirable.

If that's the way you're
gonna spend the night,

I'm going to stay with Doris.

Linda.
Take it easy, Miss America.

You'll do all your visiting...

George!
Just a minute.

Maybe a little lead
will keep you all quiet.

You've got us all in danger.
A gunshot might attract

the curious at 1:30 in the morning.

One thirty?

Where's that guy?

One thirty.

Make yourself
comfortable, my dear.

Looks like we should
be here some time.

How's that?

Wrong again.
You can't do that.

Aah.

Who thought of
that screwy game, anyhow?

That's a queer trick
you have, Wilson.

What do you mean?
What trick?

Calling everything and everybody
you don't understand

screwy or screwball.

You talk too much.

[WHISTLING]

See anything yet?
Nothing.

What do you think about Frankie?
Don't worry. He'll get here.

Tell Mary I want her.
Stay upstairs

with the dame and the kid.

You don't suppose nothing
could've happened

to that boat?
Beat it.

Hal?

Is anything wrong?

Nah, just punch-drunk,
that's all.

You ought to sleep, kid.

Yeah.
That's why I sent for you.

I want you to keep tabs
on the professor here.

Sure.

HAL:
Everything all right upstairs?

MARY:
Sure.

That's no way to rest.

There.

Go to sleep.

You'll stick around now?

You know I will.
Go to sleep.

Stay there where
I can watch you, professor.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Bad dreams.

Nervous exhaustion.

Same dream he's always
having. It scares him.

Scares him?
That doesn't sound like Wilson.

You'd be scared too
if you kept dreaming

the same thing over
since you was a kid.

It keeps coming to him regular.

He don't even wanna
go to sleep sometimes.

Funny too,
when he tells it to you.

It don't seem like nothing.

Oh, it's queer, all right,

but nothing
to get so scared about.

He says it always starts
with him walking alone.

[♪♪♪]

MARY:
All of a sudden, it starts to rain.

Sheets of rain,
drops as big as half dollars.

He tries to run away from it,
then, right ahead of him,

it starts to rain too.

No matter where he turns,
the rain keeps coming at him.

He can't get away from it.

And then, without knowing
how he got there,

he's under an umbrella.

He hides under it
'cause he knows

he can't let any of those drops
touch him.

But there's a hole
in the umbrella.

And some of the drops
keep coming through.

Hal keeps ducking and dodging,
trying to get out of the way.

But he knows
they'll get him soon

if he don't do something
to stop up the hole.

He's scared stiff, see?

But he raises his arm.

He's gonna try and stop
the drops with his hand.

Something's gonna happen.

He knows that.

But he can't keep his hand there

'cause it hurts him.

This...this pain in his hand

makes him wanna get out
from under the umbrella

and run blind
like some animal, he says.

Only he can't.

'Cause when he starts
to get out, he finds bars.

All around the umbrella,
iron bars have sprung up,

just like in prison.

And he can't get out.

He's trapped.

That's it.

Sounds kind of silly, don't it?

It isn't silly.

Wilson's dream
has a very definite meaning.

Close association with
something in his early life.

NICK:
Hal. Hey, Hal!

Quiet. Hal's asleep.
What's wrong?

There's a car
coming down the road.

I'll wake him up.

Hal. Hal.

Wake up.
Mm.

Hal, wake up. Wake up.

Huh?
Take it easy, kid.

There's a car coming.

It's slowing down.
I think it's gonna stop.

Mary, upstairs with
the dame and kid.

Buck, stay there.
Keep that mob quiet.

You, cover from the kitchen.
Throw me that rifle.

All right, professor.

Whoever it is, get rid
of them, and do it right.

No tricks,
or Mary'll know what to do.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Dr. Shelby?

That's right.

What's the trouble?

Sorry to bother you so late,

but we're just checking up.

Checking up? What for?

OFFICER:
You heard about Hal Wilson breaking jail?

Hal Wilson?

Oh, yes, I think I remember

reading something
in the papers about him.

They think he's
in this neighborhood.

Really?
Yes.

We're making
a house-to-house checkup.

Does this face on the lake,
doctor?

Yes, we're right on the shore.

Can you see it
from the living room here?

Yes, you can.

JOE: Haven't heard or seen anything
out of the ordinary, have you?

SHELBY:
No, not a thing.

I'm afraid we haven't
any criminals for you.

Curtis.

Not a peep out of you,
or I'll finish him.

OFFICER:
Come on, Joe. Let's get going.

SHELBY:
Have a drink before you go?

Oh, no thanks, doc.
Not on duty.

SHELBY:
I hope you get him.

I hope so too. Good night.
Sorry to have bothered you.

It's all right.

Well, what are you looking at?

You waiting for a boat too?

There's a storm coming up.
Rain.

So what? Supposing it does rain,
what of it?

Rain seems
to bother you, Wilson.

Shut up.

I once had a patient who had
a curious dread of rain.

He used to dream about it.

Yeah? He must've been
a screwba...

Aw, you give me the itch.

He thought he was going mad,

but I fixed him up, all right.

What do you mean "fixed him up"?

I found out what he was
really dreaming about,

what the rain really meant
in his nightmares.

He was all right after that.

Aah, you...
There's a meaning

to nightmares, you know, Wilson.

They're symbols of something
in the subconscious mind,

the lower part of
that sketch I drew for you.

Go on, talk your head off.

Everything all right upstairs?

Yeah. But no sign
of the boat.

Wait'll that Frankie gets here,

keeping me waiting like this.
What's he gabbing about?

Aah, some guff about nightmares.

He thinks he's a swami
fortune-teller.

I was talking about people

who have the same
terrifying dream over and over.

Unless they go
to a psychiatrist,

a mind doctor, like me,

they sometimes end up
by going insane.

[GUN THUDS]

You mean if they was
to come to you,

you could fix 'em up?

In some cases, yes.

Suppose...

Suppose they wasn't
batty, though.

Just...
Just plain folks

who keep having the same
nightmare over and over?

You couldn't do nothing
about that?

Lay off, will you?
You'll get him talking again.

But I'm kind of interested.

Aah.

Do you have
recurrent nightmares?

Me?

Of course not.

But I...

I got a cousin who does.

Keeps dreaming the same thing

night after night.

Think you could help him?

Any psychiatrist
could undoubtedly help him,

if your cousin
really wants to be helped.

What sort of nightmares
does your cousin have?

It's about...

Pipe down.

It's me she's talking about.

Really?
Yeah.

I'd like to hear about it.

Well, it's like this, see.

I...

Aw, forget it.

Why don't you tell him, Hal?

Maybe he can help you.

Hey, lookit.

You mean...
You mean you could fix it

so I don't have
that dream no more?

Probably,
if you're completely frank.

What do you mean?

You'd have to answer
some questions

that might seem screwy to you.

But if you didn't answer them,

there's nothing I can do
to help you.

Go on.
I can take it if you can.

First, describe the nightmare.

Well, it's been going on

ever since I was a kid, see?

The same thing,
night after night.

I...

Go on, scram, will you?
Okay, boy.

See how them kitchen mechanics

is doing down in the cellar.

[SOBBING]

How is it now?
It's getting looser,

but for goodness' sake,
stop sniveling.

I can't help it.

I'm too frightened.
Afraid of them?

If my hands were free,
I'd teach them a lesson

they wouldn't forget
the rest of their...

Everything under control, girls?

I'm glad you two ain't trying
any funny stuff.

How long do you think
you'll keep us here?

What's the matter?
Don't you like it here?

You just wait.
You'll get what you deserve.

The government knows what to do
with people like you.

Try and act like a lady,
even if it hurts.

I'm sensitive,
and I don't like your attitude.

One more word out of you and...
You'll do what?

[GASPS]

[SIGHS]

[WHIMPERS]

Stop your whining
or I'll have to gag you,

and it don't taste good.

Just wait'll I get out of here.
I'll show them.

SHELBY: What about your father?
Tell me what you remember about him.

He was no good,
an all-time heel.

Ain't got nothing to do
with this.

He still alive?
Nah.

Kicked off when I was a kid.

How old were you when he died?
How'd I know?

I was a kid, I told you.

Ain't you got nothing to say?

It's no use, Wilson.

I can't do anything for anyone
without cooperation.

Who ain't cooperating?

What did your father do?
His work?

Ain't I told you?
He was a heel.

He didn't do nothing,
except hang around racetracks

and small-time fights,

and whale the daylights
out of me.

Did he mistreat your mother too?

Not him. They was like
two lovebirds together,

him and the old woman.

Is your mother still alive?

Nah, cashed in two years ago.

Did she die peacefully?

Yeah.

Say, what's she gotta do
with all this?

She's dead.
I hated the sight of her.

Leave her out of it.
I don't wanna talk about her.

Are you sure you hated her?
Yes, I hated her!

Well, maybe when I was a kid,
I used to like it,

before the old man come home

and started using me
as a punching bag.

Was she fond of you?

Yeah, I guess so.

She was always making over me.

Making over you?

Yeah, kissing me, stroking me,

all that sort of thing.

You said your father was away
when you were small?

Yeah.

It was after he came back

that your mother stopped
making over you?

Yeah, that's right
Every time he was around,

she had no use for me.
And every time I tried to...

Aah, this don't make no sense.

What's all this got to do
with my dreaming about rain?

All right, go on.
Ask me some more questions.

When were you first afraid

you were going mad?
One more crack like that...

It won't help
to lose your temper, Wilson.

Aw, I was nutty to talk
to you in the first place.

That book fascinates you,
Wilson.

Do you know how many times

you've looked at it?
So what?

It was your interest
in that book

that made me realize
your constant fear of madness.

Pulling that trigger

won't solve your problem,
Wilson.

George, darling,
you should lie down again.

I'm all right,
my dear. Thanks.

What time is it?

It's, uh...

It's almost 3:00.
We seem to be breaking

the endurance record
for an unpleasant situation.

It wouldn't be if you didn't go
out of your way to make trouble.

I didn't have to go very far.
You should rest.

Talking makes you weak.

Weak? If he talks any more,
he'll be sick.

Now, look here, although
you're an unpleasant character...

Now, just a moment.

Can't we discuss this
rationally?

Discuss what?

I'm a practical man.

At times, perhaps too practical.

Now, it's my job to deal
in stocks and bonds,

But it might be more interesting
to deal in human lives.

Mine for instance, and my wife's
and her constant companion.

What's the gag?
I want our freedom.

For us and every member
of this house.

I'm willing to pay for it,
anything you like.

What about it?

Curtis, don't provoke him again.

You stay out of this.

Ask him again, George.
Maybe he'll do it.

So you want your freedom.
Yes.

So do we.

First, we wanna get away,

then maybe someday later
we'll get together

and do business.

I think I'll stick
to stocks and bonds.

How's the patient?
Is he behaving?

He's talking business.
He wants to make a deal.

He thinks his life
is worth money.

What did he offer?

Two bucks?

What kind of woman
are you anyway?

How can you stand there,

your hands covered with blood

and joke about the danger
you've put us in.

You're the lowest creature
I've ever seen.

What's so hot about you?

Curtis, will you please
ask Linda to stop?

Now, girls,
don't you two start anything.

You don't look to me
like no angel from heaven.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.

You're so mean and miserable,
I feel sorry for you.

Ah, don't waste your pity on me.

It don't take much to see
the kind of life you lead.

Mine ain't so bad.

I've got Hal,
and that's all I want, see?

I've been with him now
for eight years.

Eight years, I've been waiting
for him in and out of prisons.

Sure, I know,
it ain't a pretty life,

but that's the life he picked,
and whatever's his is mine.

And I ain't never run out
on him, see?

And what's more,
I ain't never wanted to.

There's a great deal
in what she says.

Loyalty's a rare virtue
in this 20th century.

Definitely not
enough of it around.

Still, it can be developed.

Where was your loyalty?
Endangering your wife's safety

through selfish bravado.
Are you trying to say

that you were concerned for me?
Well, I...

Don't bother.
You're very unconvincing.

By the time
you're finished worrying

about your own frightened life,

it's too late for anyone else.
Linda...

Don't say anything.

That's a good idea.

From now on,
let nobody say nothing.

You're scared.

Who is? I ain't never
been scared in my life, see?

Yes, you have.
You're scared right now.

Frightened as a child.

It's that nightmare,
I'm telling you.

If I could sleep right,
my head'd be right.

That's all it is.
You're like a man

running down a blind alley
in the dark,

running away from something
you refuse to remember.

What is it, man? What is it?
I don't know, I'm telling you.

It's nothing.
What's the matter?

What's he been saying?
Leave me alone.

What's this got to do
with having nightmares?

Everything.
You gotta snap out of this.

It's after 3,
no sign of Frankie.

What if the boat
don't come till morning?

You gotta make plans.
Aw, lay off.

I'll take care
of all that later.

Your nightmare is caused
by something that happened

when you were a child,
something you're ashamed of,

something you don't want
to remember.

So you locked it away
in your unconscious.

To make sure it doesn't get out,

you placed a special guard
over it.

The censor band.

All day, he keeps
the old memory down there,

but when night comes
and you go to sleep,

the censor gets tired
and he relaxes too.

Hal, make him stop.

Now, your old memory
sees its chance.

He knows he can't get by
the censor in his true colors,

so he disguises himself

and slips out into your mind
as a dream.

Hal, don't listen. He's trying to...
- Shut up.

Your dream is just
a masquerade party.

Every thought
wears a false face.

The rain in your dream
is a symbol for something else.

So's the umbrella

and the bars
around the umbrella.

If we can just find out
what those symbols stand for,

we'll know
what your dream means.

Then you'll never dream it again
for the rest of your life.

What do you want me to do?

What do you want me to do?
I want you to think.

I want to find out what
happened when you were a child.

Nothing.
Why don't you leave me alone?

You shut your trap
and leave him alone.

Kid, it's all right.
Maybe I can help you think.

You're heading for trouble.
I'm warning you.

Perhaps the memory
that causes your dream

has something to do
with your family.

Your mother maybe?
We've been through all that.

We're finished with her.
Oh, no. You never will be.

She never meant nothing
to me when she was alive.

She's the only woman
you ever loved.

All the other women
were only substitutes for her.

What are you talking about?
Since your mother's death,

no woman has meant anything
to you as herself.

I warned you.
You shut your trap.

It's true, isn't it?
One woman means no more to you

than another.
Why, you...

Here, give me that.

Now, get out!

[GASPS, CRIES]

I was right, wasn't I?

It was your mother.
There was nothing, see?

There was something.
There must have been.

There was nothing, I tell you.
I don't remember.

Hey, Mary.
I wanna ask you something.

Yeah? Well, save it.
Wait a minute.

I wanna know what Hal's up to.
What's the matter?

You losing your nerve?
I'm fed up

with those monkeys in there.

What's the matter with you?
You look like...

Forget it.
Okay. How about taking over?

I'll go talk to Hal.
I got no time. Get back there.

Leave it to Hal.
He knows what to do.

No sign of Frankie yet?

No.
Then that settles it.

He ain't coming.
Let's forget about the boat,

and make a run for it
while we still got the chance.

Stalling around
won't get us nowhere.

Easy. What's the matter
with you guys?

You're all beginning to break.
We gotta get out of here.

Hal's figuring out a way.

Is he?
Yeah.

Is he? Honest?

So we don't have to wait
for the boat?

Yeah. As a matter of fact,
he wants you to go down

and take a last look around,
and then he has other ideas.

Sure, I'll go down.

You stay here, huh?

Yeah.

What are you bawling about?

Mind your own business.

Go down the back way.

Hal's talking
with the professor.

Do you like your husband?

'Cause if you do, better
make him shut his trap.

He talks too much,
and I don't like it.

What harm is there

in my husband's...?
I don't like it.

He's talking him deaf,
dumb and blind.

Make him cut it out
before I do it myself.

If I do,
I'll shut him up for good.

But why?
He's making Hal act

like he never did before.
He ain't the same.

You'll wake up my baby.

What do you mean
he isn't the same?

He threw me out of that room
like I was poison to him.

He ain't done... He ain't
never done that before.

That's why you do
like I say, see,

or so help me, I'll...
But I can't go down.

If he threw you out of the room,
what chance do I stand there?

[SIGHS]

You love him very much,
don't you?

I wish I could help you.
I really do.

Give it to me straight,
will you?

What's he trying to get
out of Hal?

He's not trying to drive him
out of his mind, is he?

It's my husband's job
to save people's minds.

He's done it before.

But how are we gonna
get out of here?

Here.

Get me the hammer.
This catch is stuck.

Get me that chair.

Don't leave me here.
I'm afraid.

Stop bawling.
I'm gonna get the cops.

Give me the bucket.

But if you go out there,
they'll kill you.

Oh, not if I see them first.

How can I help you if you
won't tell me what I ask?

Aw, lay off. Just 'cause
a guy can't remember

don't mean he's going bugs.

Did you ever know a man
to tell a lie so often

he came to believe it himself?
Huh? Sure I have.

You've done just the opposite.

You've wiped a memory
right out of your mind.

You've convinced yourself
it never happened.

You talk and talk
till a guy can't see straight.

I'm going right on talking
till we find out

what those dream symbols
stand for.

There are three of them.

The rain, the bars,
the umbrella.

What's the first thing
that comes to your mind

when I say the word "bars"?
What do you mean?

How can a guy think
with you at him all the time?

All right.

I don't want you to think
this time.

Just tell me the first thing

that comes into your head
after I've spoken.

Suppose I were to say
the word "black,"

what's the first thing
that comes to your mind?

Black.

Aw, white.

Hot.

Cold.

Gun.

Bullet.

That's fine.

Now, for your dream.

Those bars.

Prison.

Prison?

Guards.

Standing all around me
so that I can't get out.

Then what?

Nothing.

Just cops standing all around me
so that I can't get out.

Cops?
You said guards before.

I can't help it.
You told me to tell you

the first thing
that came into my head.

Are the bars
like policemen around you?

No.

Yeah, that's it.

Only I can't see 'em, really.

Just their legs,
standing all around me.

That explains
one of the symbols.

The bars around the umbrella
are policemen's legs.

What do you remember
about the umbrella?

What are you doing under it?

Hiding.

I'm trying to keep
the rain off with my hand.

Aren't you holding the umbrella?

No.

It stands up by itself.

Like it had legs.

I can't think.
You're getting it.

Where did you hide?

I don't know.

Somewhere on a dirty floor.

There was sawdust all over it.

What else do you see?

I see lots of smoke, bottles.

A saloon.

That's it.

I hid in a saloon.

Where did you hide?
Under the bar?

You were under something.

No, under the umbrella.

It had legs.

It was a table.

This ain't right, is it?
Of course it is.

You can feel when it's right.

You see how it works?

Now we know the bars
are policemen's legs,

and the umbrella is
a table that you're under.

Now, why are you hiding?

I don't know.

Afraid of the cops?

No, I ain't afraid of the cops.

Just the rain.

What does the rain mean to you?

Nothing.

I just hate it worse
than anything.

Where do you see this rain?

I don't know.

It makes me think of...

Aw, this don't make no sense.

That doesn't matter.
Tell me anyway.

Well, the rain makes me think
of the saloon again and...

...beer being spilled
on the floor.

Yeah.

Did you spill the beer?

I was under the table,

and I know I spilled it,
all right.

It...

It dripped down on me.

It was warm...

and red.

Blood.

Itwasblood.

And it came dripping
through the top of the table.

That's it.

I remember.

I hated him.

I took the cops there.

They promised me some dough

if I'd take them
to where he was hiding.

I was just a kid, so I did it.

[♪♪♪]

We started down the street,

and I turned around to see
if they was following me.

They was.

We went into the saloon.

I seen him over in the corner,

sitting at a table,
drinking and playing cards.

His back was to me
when I come in.

The guys playing with him
saw the cops

and got up slowly
and left the table.

But he didn't move.

He didn't move.

Then, all of a sudden,
he stood up and whirled around.

I got scared
because he got his gun

and there was a wild stare
in his eyes.

Insane-like.

So I dived under the table.

He stood there
shooting it out with 'em.

Then, suddenly,
I saw his knees buckle.

He staggered. Then he fell

right across the table
I hid under.

He dropped his gun.

And I picked it up.

I wanted to get out,

but they was
all standing around.

Their legs were in the way.

There must have been a crack
or something

in the top of the table
because I...

I felt something wet drop on me.

Wet and warm.

I looked up.

It was blood.

His blood, dropping on me.

I put up my hand,

I tried to stop it,
but I couldn't.

More blood come through.

Right on my hand.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what did it.

The blood.

We got it, didn't we?

That's... That's what
the dream meant, huh?

That's right.
The bars were the legs.

Yeah.

The umbrella was the table.

The rain was the blood.

And... And I won't
get it no more?

The nightmare, I mean?

Who was that man, Wilson?

I told you.

He was a heel.

And he lived across the street.

You're lying.

That man was your father.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Don't lie. It was your father.
You know it.

No, I tell you.

You murdered your own father.

All right, all right,
it was the old man. So what?

That's what you've been
running away from.

That's the shameful memory
that caused your nightmare.

I ain't ashamed of nothing, see?
- Yes you are.

Your sense of guilt is what's
twisted your fingers.

Well, he had it coming to him.

After he was knocked off,
things was different with me.

I wasn't kicked around no more.

I was head man.
If the old lady needed dough,

I got it for her.
You've killed a lot of men

since then.
Sure I have.

I told you I wasn't
knocked around no more, see.

I plugged 'em if they got
in my way, cops or anyone else.

I know.

That gun is your symbol
for power.

When you stole it
from your father,

you took his place.

And in your warped mind,

anyone who opposes you
becomes your father.

Trying to take back his gun,

trying to regain
his power over you.

So what?
What do you mean?

Simply this.

Every time you kill a man,

you're killing your father
over again.

Supposing you're right,

am I gonna get that thing again?

The nightmare I mean?

You'll never
have that dream again.

Heh. You mean...?
BUCK: Hal!

Yeah?
BUCK: Hal!

[♪♪♪]

What is it?
Cops are outside,

all around the house.
Yeah?

Go back to the room, pick 'em
off through the windows.

I'll take care of this part.
You're crazy.

Go do what I tell you.

Curtis, we'll never
get out alive.

Will you stop?
[WHISPERING] Will you shut up?

Why take chances?
The police are here now.

This is a personal matter.
Some unfinished business.

[♪♪♪]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Don't shoot unless you have to.
Be careful with your fire.

There are other people
in the house.

What are you gonna do?
Blast my way to the car

and make a run for it.

Don't do it, Wilson.

Give yourself up.

Eh...
It's too late.

What do you mean "too late"?

You're cured.

You know now
that every time you kill,

you're murdering your father.
Heh. So what?

You'll never kill another man.

You can't.

Hal.

So I can't kill no one, huh?

Every guy I kill is my old man?

Why, you dope.

If they was all my old man,
it'd be a pleasure.

Hal, don't do it.
Don't go out there.

Watch my smoke, professor.

[♪♪♪]

[GUNFIRE]

MARY:
Hal.

[MARY SOBBING]

[♪♪♪]

Is this all of them, professor?

There's some more upstairs.

GEORGE:
Come on, get a move on.

Is he one of them?
Oh, no, he's a writer.

He writes adventure stories.

CRONIN:
Hello. Give me the lieutenant.

[SOBBING]
Tony.

Lieutenant, this is Cronin.

Yeah.

You can stop worrying.

We got Wilson.

Yeah.

[♪♪♪]