Original subtitles

[theme music]

(Freddy) No, no, no.

Don't touch that dial.

Here's what's on my mind, tonight.

(male narrator) Donald's a hypnotherapist.

In a moment I'm going to count to three.

(male narrator) And he really enjoys his work.

And you'll remember nothing that happens.

(male narrator) But will a colleague put an end to his game?

You're not gonna tell anybody, are you, Stuart?

I don't know.

(male narrator) Or will Donald dream up a way out?

I hear you could make a man do just about anything.

(male narrator) Find out..

Oh, I'm loving this.

(male narrator) on "Freddy's Nightmares."

[theme music]

(Freddy) You're in Springwood now.

And you're all mine.

[screaming]

[laughing]

[music continues]

- (Dr. Crowley) 'Mrs. Lowe, I'm gonna count - backwards from five'

On each number you will go deeper and deeper

in to your hypnotic state.

When I reach zero, you'll be as deep as you can be.

Do you understand?

- Yes. - Good, then here we go.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

How do you feel, Mrs. Lowe?

Fine.

Mrs. Lowe, your right arm is becoming lighter than air.

So light that it will float away

if you're not careful.

Okay, Mrs. Lowe, your arm is now back

to it's normal weight.

[sighs] Now, in our last session

we came to the conclusion that

you've lost your self esteem

do you remember that?

You said you feel ugly because your husband

no longer finds you attractive.

I moved into a hotel.

I know, Mrs. Lowe.

Would you like me to help you with your problem?

Hm.

Very good, Mrs. Lowe.

Now, in a moment, I'm going to count to three.

You will then open your eyes and feel completely refreshed.

When you see me..

I will appear to you as your husband..

Todd.

You will be completely alone with him.

Do you understand?

'Good. One more thing.'

If I say the words hocus-pocus

you will go back in to a deep

'hypnotic trance.'

And you'll remember nothing that happens

between now and then, do you understand?

Then here we go.

One.

Two.

Three.

Todd?

What are you doing here?

Uh, Dr. Crowley asked me to come by.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to bother you with my...

I think..

you are thesexiest..

most beautiful women on the face of this planet.

[instrumental music]

[moaning]

Oh, Todd.

[music continues]

Donald, I just wanted to..

Stuart!

I... I'm in the middle of-of-of a session.

I-I, I'll come back later.

Oh, my..

Hocus-pocus.

Oh, God.

[panting]

[indistinct chatter]

Listen, Stuart.

That, that wasn't what it looked like.

Yeah, I, I was trying, uh, an experimental therap

to improve the patients self image.

- You were raping her. - Rape?

It would only be rape, if she was forced against her will.

Look, she started it, she thought I was her husband.

You're not her husband, Donald.

So, my new hypnotic technique is full proof.

She'll never remember what happened

and what the lady doesn't know, won't hurt her.

Stuart, Stuart, we've been through a lot together.

You know me.

I thought; I did.

You're not gonna tell anybody, are you, Stuart?

I don't know, I have to think.

You are now deeply under my control.

Oh, I'm loving this.

When you wake..

you will love Freddy.

You will desire Freddy.

You will want Freddy.

You'll even go to the grave for Freddy.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[moaning]

[sighs]

Ow!

What is this?

It's a jawbreaker, doctor.

It's candy.

That's funny.

A guy came into the hospital a few weeks back

who choked to death, on one of these.

Right in this hotel.

Small world.

Derby, I cannot marry a man who smokes

as much as you do.

You can't marry me anyway.

Not until you get that divorce you've been talking about.

I will, soon.

Trust me.

Sure, doesn't look like it.

You're still sleeping with your husband.

Yes, but I don't enjoy it.

I don't.

Besides, why should I get a divorce

when you're just gonna die of cancer anyway.

When are you gonna stop smoking?

Soon, I promise.

I just gave up my whole life

to move to this godforsaken town

to be here with you.

I gave up my job, my apartment..

I'm living in this damn hotel.

It's a little stressful, okay.

And what if I don't get this new job.

You will.

I wish I was as sure as you are.

Do you know, how hard it is to land a CPA job

when you're dyslexic.

When you get your numbers all mixed up?

[inhales]

Derby, what if I introduce you

to the best hypnotherapist in Springwood.

He can make you stop smoking.

[birds chirping]

[knock on door]

Come.

Mrs. Lowe.

What a pleasant surprise.

'What can I do for you?'

Well..

Uh..

I went home after our session this morning

and I took a nap..

and I had the strangest dream.

Oh, w-what did you dream?

I dreamt that during our session

you hypnotized me in to believing; you were Todd.

[chuckles]

And then you made love to me.

Th-that's a<T uh, dream, Mrs. Lowe.

Uh, of course, you-you kno it never happened.

[chuckling] I know.

I was just wondering; what you thought the dream meant?

Ah.

Mrs. Lowe, uh, your dream was probably

a deep-seated desire buried somewhere

in your subconscious.

You know, it's not unusual for a female patient

to feel, uh, an attraction for a therapist.

[chuckles]

That's funny, that's how I interpreted it too.

Only it's not buried in my subconscious, Dr. Crowley.

It's very much up front..

where the sex drive is?

What are you saying?

I'm saying..

that I want you, doctor

I have a surprise for you.

You're gonna like it.

What are you doing?

You're well read on Freud, aren't you, doctor?

Yes.

[sighs] Then you figure it out.

[screams]

[indistinct chattering]

I'm suppose to go in there and talk to him?

If you feel like this is something you have to..

[sighs]

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

I can't do that.

Maybe..

I can get someone else to do it.

Excuse me.

- Dr. Crowley? - Yes.

I'm Derby Brown.

A friend of Dr. Helen Veneer.

I hear, you can make a man do just about anything

under hypnosis.

Yes..

[chuckling] yes, I can.

Mr. Brown, you right arm is becoming lighter than air

so light that it will try to float away

if you're not careful.

Okay, Mr. Brown.

Your arm is now back to it's normal... weight.

Very good, Mr. Brown.

When I count to three

you'll wake up, feeling refreshed.

Only one thing would have changed.

Whenever you take a puff of a cigarette

it will taste like human excrement.

In fact it will taste so bad

that even the strongest urge

to light up will be nauseating.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Very good.

There is one other thing, Mr. Brown.

I want you to do everything I'm about to say

to the letter, until you hear the word..

abracadabra.

When you hear the word abracadabra

you will forget this suggestion completely

you will not do it and you'll remember nothing

of this session.

Except the smoking part, do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

Here's, what I want you to do.

I notice you have an alarm..

on your watch.

I want you to set your alarm to go off at 3 o'clock today.

When you hear your alarm..

you will do the following.

[intense music]

Stuart.

(Stuart on phone) 'What do you want, Donald?'

Would you mind stepping into my office for a moment?

We really have to talk.

[alarm beeping]

Make it fast, my 3 o'clock patient's

already here.

Okay, what was Mrs. Lowe

doing in your office, Stuart?

She asked to see me.

Why would she do a thing like that?

Because she needed someone to talk, Donald.

And since I'm your immediate superior she choose me.

And, uh, what did she need to talk about?

Your new technique didn't hold, Donald.

All of the sordid details of this morning

are coming back to her gradually.

That can't be. My method works.

Oh, come on!

I-I've listened to your theories on experimental techniques

for years now, Donald.

And never once, never once, do you mention

concern for the patient.

No, no, all you care about is gettin' written up

in the medical journals.

And I guess this morning I saw the other reason.

You've got it all wrong, Stuart.

Maybe.

Maybe but Mrs. Lowe doesn't.

And as soon as she remembers it all

she's going to the authorities.

I'm sure she can be persuaded not to talk.

No, I doubt it.

[knock on door]

- Can I help you? - Mrs. Lowe?

Yes.

[intense music]

What?

What is it?

[gasps]

[grunts]

Question now is..

what are you gonna do, Stuart?

Are you gonna talk?

Oh, I won't have to.

Mrs. Lowe will do all the talking necessary.

And if she doesn't?

Then I will.

[intense music]

[phone ringing]

(Donald on phone) 'Abracadabra.'

[dramatic music]

Hello?

Mr. Brown, a-are you alright?

- Who is this? - 'It's Dr. Crowley.'

Did, did you call me or did I call you?

[chuckles] You called me.

It's strange.

I must have blacked out or something.

- Do you remember anything? - 'No.'

(Derby on phone) 'Nothing at all.'

'Boy, this is weird.'

Oh, I'm sure you'll be just fine, Mr. Brown.

J-just try to relax.

Oh-oh, and-and call me if you do remember anything.

It may be helpful in determining

the cause of your blackout.

Okay. Thanks, doc.

[Derby retching]

Mrs. Lowe was found strangled to death

'in her hotel room this afternoon.'

My God! She's dead?

As long as I have known you

I never would have thought you could do such a thing!

Wait a minute, w-what is that suppose to mean?

Well, who else would have wanted her dead?

I don't believe what you're saying.

We're supposed to be friends.

I mean, accusing me of bad ethics is a subjective debate.

But murder is an outlandish insult.

Do they know when she was killed?

Someone heard her scream around 3 o'clock. Why?

O-oh, we-well there you have it, Stuart.

[scoffs] I was with you at 3 o'clock.

Right here, in this office.

[sighs] Well, I don't know what to think anymore.

Wait a minute, Stuart. Where are you going?

- Where are you going? - To the police.

What for?

Because in our profession

the line of ethic shouldn't move so easily.

You're a fraud, Donald, a dangerous fraud.

No, wait a minute, please.

I don't know, maybe you're right.

Maybe I do need help.

But if you just get me until morning..

So-so I can tell my wife, I..

I don't want Eva to find out about this from the papers.

And then what?

Look, Stuart, I didn't kill anyone.

But if you wait until morning

I'll turn myself in for my sexual misconduct

with Mrs. Lowe, what do you, what do you say?

How do I know you won't just leave town?

- I wont. - I don't know.

Look, Stuart, you've known Eva almost as long as I have.

Do it for her. Please.

First thing in the morning

if you haven't gone to the authorities

I will.

- Understood? - Understood.

Where will you be?

In case I need to contact you later.

I'll be here. I'm on duty tonight.

[intense music]

[crickets chirping]

[gasps]

Aah!

[music continues]

[sighs]

[dialing]

[phone rings]

- Crowley. - 'Hello, doc?'

(Derby on phone) 'This is Derby Brown.'

Yes, Mr. Brown, how are you feeling?

Not so hot.

I just had the worst nightmare.

I just dreamed, I-I killed a lady.

'I'm scared, doc. I don't know what to do.'

I'm about to see another patient.

Why don't you come on over

and I'll see you as soon as I'm finished with her.

Maybe we can figure out what caused this

dream of yours.

Well, thank you, doc.

[sighs] I'm sure it would make me feel better.

[knock on door]

(Donald) 'Come.'

Hi, doc.

(Donald) 'Mr. Brown.'

[yawns] Come in, come in.

Feeling any better?

No, in fact, I feel a lot worse.

I don't think that nightmare was just a nightmare, doc.

Oh, what do you mean?

Well, I just heard a lady in my hotel was killed.

Right down the hall from me.

Doc, I think I might have done it

when I blacked out.

God, help me. I think I really did it!

Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown, sit, sit down.

Sit down.

When was the last time you had a smoke?

Uh, not since this morning. Why?

Well, it's really very simple, Mr. Brown.

It's not uncommon for a person

suffering withdrawal anxiety

to have nightmares.

You really think it was a nightmare?

I'd bet on it.

It just seemed so real.

Yeah, well, I-I tell you what, why don't I put you back under

and we'll see if we can get to the botto

of it right now, okay?

Okay.

Just lie back.

Close your eyes.

And try to relax.

Now, listen closely..

to my voice.

I'm going to count backwards from five.

Four.

Three.

'Two.'

How are you feeling, Mr. Brown?

- Fine. - Good.

Now, listen carefully.

I want you to set your watch alarm again.

Set if for 10 o'clock, tonight.

Now, this is a toy gun..

Mr. Brown.

It couldn't hurt anyone.

I want you to take it with you

after our session.

When your alarm goes off, you will come back up

to this floor.

And you'll go to room 2-4-3, you'll go into that room

and you'll shoot the man inside

with the toy gun, do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

[alarm beeps]

[instrumental music]

[phone rings]

Dr. Crowley.

Dr. Crowley?

Yes, this is Dr. Veneer.

(Donald on phone) 'Yes, what can I do for you?'

I was just calling to see how the session

went with my friend Derby Brown.

Well, it went fine. I think his smoking days are over.

Oh, that's good.

You know, poor Derby, he's so nervous all the time

what, with him, you know

just moving here and finding a new job

and, well, his dyslexia and all.

Yes, well, thank you for calling.

Dyslexic?

[instrumental music]

Mr. Brown.

Uh-uh, you're in the-the wrong office.

It's, uh..

Abracadabra.

I said, abracadabra.

Aah!

I mean..

hocus-pocus.

Oh, my God!

What the..

(Freddy) When I count to three..

you will wake up completely refreshed.

You won't remember a thing

except that you will want to turn this channel.

This night, every week

so that I can mess with you some more.

One.

Two.

Three.

[birds chirping]

You're in the wrong office

Aah!

[monitor beeping]

- What're you doing? - What happened?

- Put that back on. - What's wrong?

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

- Can I help you? - Yes.

Sorry, doc, there's been a murder in the hospital.

We think the killer's trapped somewhere in the building.

Suspect is male about 5'11

Dark hair, dark eyes.

Sorry, I haven't seen him.

[indistinct police chatter on radio]

I killed somebody, didn't I?

[monitor beeping]

[flatline]

Ha! Ha ha!

Fooled ya.

My heart stopped years ago.

I just like

playin' alive, playin' alive.

The guy in the hospital's

playin' barely alive.

And when I get through with him

he's gonna be playin' dead.

Anyway, after Dr. Rothman found Dr. Crowley dead

all hell broke loose, that's when I found you.

You were despondent in low-grade shock.

I gave you a sedative, and I hid you in here.

Do you wanna tell me what happened?

I'm not sure I know.

[sighs] Dr. Rothman says that

he saw the man who did it.

Derby, he described you.

I'm afraid he might be right.

I had a dream last night.

Actually, it was more of a memory than a dream.

What was it?

I, I dreamt Dr. Crowley hypnotized me

and then had me go kill this man.

Only somehow I screwed up and I killed

Dr. Crowley instead.

- It's crazy. - I know it is.

But I think it really happened.

W-where are my clothes?

I hid them, why?

Well, check my jacket, if, if I'm right

I put the gun in the pocket.

- But why? How? - 'I told you.'

Dr. Crowley hypnotized me.

He was gonna help me stop smoking, remember?

'You sent me to him.'

You've got to believe me.

Of course, I believe you, but no one else is ever gonna

buy this, it's too far-fetched.

Yeah. You're probably right, that's why I got get outta...

No, way. The police had the hospital completely sealed off.

They're even checking the dead bodies

as they leave the morgue.

There has to be a way.

Oh, even if we can get you out of the hospital

you're a wanted man, every cop in the state

will be looking for you.

[sighs]

- I've got an idea. - What?

I, uh, I spent a year in Stockholm

learning about an amazing new form of plastic surgery

called infractive plasti...

Oh, I can already see where you're goin'.

You can stop right there.

Plastic surgery involves cutting and scalpels and blood.

Not infractive plastic. It uses lasers.

They're, it doesn't leave any scars or bruises

and best of all, it's fast

You want me to let you cut me with a laser?

No way!

Do you have a better idea?

(male #1) 'Do you find anything?'

(male #2) 'No, not a trace, sarge.'

[monitor beeping]

(male #1) 'We're gonna keep lookin' till we find him.'

(male #2) 'Alright, you two go down the left hallway.'

- 'I'll go to the right.' - Oh, he's gone.

[sighs]

What are you gonna make me look like?

You mean, you'll let me do it?

Do I have a choice?

[sighs] Um, here.

Flip through this magazine and find a-a face you like..

One that matches your basic facial structure.

Well, what about him?

He's pretty good lookin'.

You kidding? With that flat nose.

Don't you want a cute nose like, uh..

like him, now

Okay.

Make me look like him.

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

(Derby) 'What? What-what is it?'

'Is something wrong? Helen, talk to me.'

I don't know what to say, Derby.

You look.. I don't even, I can't even put into words.

Here.

What did you do to me, Helen?

(Helen) I liked your face the way it was.

It meant more to me that way.

What?

They've put a $20,000 reward on you.

[dramatic music]

(Helen) Derby, wake up. It's time to remove your bandages.

Oh.

I had to tighten your throat muscles.

Your voice will sound a little funny for a few weeks.

[clears throat] The question is how do I look?

See for yourself.

Oh. Oh, this is too weird.

Amazing.

You're an artist, Helen.

(Helen) 'No, the big guy upstairs is.'

He made the original face whosever it was.

I just copied it.

[dramatic music]

[air whooshing]

[birds chirping]

The cops have sealed off your old room at the hotel

so I checked you into a new one under the name Bryan Johnson.

- Now, who is that? - It's someone I made up.

It's room 2-6-7.

So go on over there and I'll be over as soon as I can.

Hey, hey, hey, Helen.

I love you.

Me too.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[birds chirping]

(male #3) 'I'll see your hundred..'

'...and I raise you a hundred.'

(male #4) 'Call.'

Aces over queens.

You guys wanna play for money?

No, thanks.

You won every hand for the past hour.

Somehow, I don't think that's gonna change.

What are you sayin', I cheat?

No. You just get perfect cards 'cause you're lucky.

Hey.

Vinnie Santorro is an honest man.

I don't lie, I don't cheat, and I don't steal.

(male #5) 'Nah, you just kill people for a living.'

Hey, I used to kill people for a living.

Now, I'm reformed. Ha ha ha.

Five days I've had to listen to this motor-mouth scumbag.

Hey, look, five days in here ain't exactly

been a picnic with you, neither.

It stinks in here.

Why can't we get us some maid service?

You know why we can't.

Oh, oh, what, are your afraid

somebody's gonna come in here and blow me away?

We have to cover every angle.

Been a hired gun long enough to know all the plays.

If the maid's on the payroll. I'll recognize her.

So, can we get some clean up in here?

What the hell.

Where are those damn guys with the pizza.

Yeah, this is Detective Seiberling in room 265.

Could we get some maid service in here?

Thank you very much.

(Seiberling) Thanks.

I hope you're wrong and she blows you away.

Yeah, well, she won't.

But don't worry, somebody else will.

I bet they got two, three guys in this building right now

waiting for the right opportunity.

Oh, geez, I hope to hell it ain't Marco.

(male #4) 'Why, is he good?'

Marco's a moron.

Couldn't hit the side of a barn

if he had his gun up against the wall.

Probably shoot me in the crotch before he finally did kill me.

I hope they send Marco.

[both chuckling]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[glass shatters]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

About time you guys got here.

We're starving.

[birds chirping]

Helen, does anyone else know about the plastic surgery?

- Any of Dr. Crowley's friends? - Why?

Because somebody's tryin' to kill me, that's why.

I was afraid something like that might happen.

Why?

We were in such a rush that we picked your face too hastily.

We should have read the article

that went along with the photograph.

What does it say?

It said that your face belongs

to a man named Vincent Santorro.

He's an organized crime hitman

who just turned state's evidence.

Oh, great. I'm dead.

(Helen on phone) 'Oh, Derby, calm down, you're not dead.'

Oh, yeah? Have you seen "The Godfather"?

'Those guys are mean.'

[sighs] Derby, do not let your imagination go wild with you.

They put a bloody horse's head in bed

with a guy just before they killed him.

'That is not what happened in the film, Derby.'

And then a bunch of guys with machine guns

they shot bullets into another guy for about ten minutes.

Listen to me. Stay in your room and try to relax.

I'm on my way over and we'll figure something out, okay?

[exhales]

You even cheat at solitaire.

[knock on door]

- Yeah? - 'Maid.'

Keep your hands where we can see 'em.

What is this, "Miami Vice?"

Somethin' like that.

Want to to step away from the cart, please?

[sighs]

Sorry, ma'am, gonna have to frisk you.

Be my guest, officer.

No, that won't be necessary.

Go ahead and clean.

[siren wailing]

[gasps]

[screams]

[machine guns firing]

[shatters]

[knock on door]

Helen?

[sighs] It's about time you got here.

- How'd you do that? - Do what?

You were right across the hall ten seconds ago.

No, I wasn't.

You pullin' my leg or something?

No.

I could swear I just saw a guy

across the hall that's the spittin' image of you.

Right across the hall?

Come on, Helen, where are you?

[keys clacking]

[footsteps approaching]

[gunshots]

[grunts]

[exhales]

[dramatic music]

[knock on door]

- Who is it? - 'It's me.'

[gunshot]

[sighs] Thank God.

[knock on door]

- Are you okay? - Oh. No.

That Vinnie Santorro guy

he's in a room across the hall.

Are you sure? Did you see him?

No, no. The maid told me.

I wouldn't have even let her in expect I thought it was you.

You had to pick this face.

You and your smart ideas.

I was just trying to help.

Oh, I know, I'm sorry.

[sighs] So, what do we do now?

What else did the maid tell you?

Well, that there are two cops guarding him. Why?

Because if the guys across the hall

who're trying to kill Mr. Santorro succeed

then all your, your problems are over.

Everyone will think he's dead

and no one will be looking for him.

Wait a minute.

Are you suggesting that we kill the guy?

No, I'm suggesting that we help the pros do it.

I mean, he's a killer, right?

He's probably got it coming.

[telephone rings]

Yeah.

(Helen on phone) 'Yes, officer, this is the front desk.'

I just thought you might wanna know

there's a man down here who's sort of hanging out.

One of our bell captains noticed a gun under his coat.

Thank you. You did the right thing.

I'll come down and check it out.

Sounds like one of Vinnie's pals is downstairs.

I'm gonna check it out. You stay with dirtbag.

Right.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Hey, hey. They bought it.

One of 'em just left the room.

Good. Now, for number two.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

You stay down.

[music continues]

[grunts]

Derby, you're up.

Lord, do I have to?

Yes. And you have about five minutes, so go.

Hey.

Who are you?

I, uh..

Listen, I'm, uh..

I'm really sorry.

[dramatic music]

(Vinnie) Marco.

Marco.

I could have sworn you was wearin' somethin' different

a second ago.

Well, yeah, I was.

I mean he was.

You see that wasn't me. That was some guy.

He's just come through the door..

Hey, save it, Vinnie.

You know, I may be dumb.

But I'm not stupid.

You know what I mean?

Sure, sure.

Yeah, yeah.

You're smart. That's why you're gonna listen to me.

Uh-uh.

You taught me better than that, Vinnie.

Come on, Marco.

[chuckles] Hey, we're friends.

We are?

We are!

Hey, that's nice.

You know, I always wanted to be your friend.

I still gotta kill you though.

I ain't got no choice, Vinnie.

Sure, sure you do, Marco.

Hey, you can turn state's evidence with me.

'Yeah. Yeah, yeah.'

'We'll get you a nice deal.'

Sorry, Vinnie, I don't know nothin'.

I ain't no snitch like you.

Hey, don't try, Vinnie.

Stop right there.

Don't worry, I'll try to make it

as painless as possible, alright?

Oh, no.

Aah!

Damn.

Damn.

[grunts] Marco, if you're gonna kill me

will you do it already?

What do you think I'm tryin' to do here?

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

Plastic surgery.

Should I get some?

Nah.

Why mess with perfection?

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