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- The discovery of this ancient painting

in one of the most famous temples

was of major importance.

It was a signpost in
the wilderness of clues.

There can be no doubt
that these white lines

represent gaseous vapors.

Further research reveals conclusively

that the natives had a
rudimentary but practical

knowledge of what we
know today as poison gas.

With this difference,
the gas which the natives

evolved had a diabolical power.

Its effect was more
frightful than anything

conceived by modern science.

We have lethal gasses which are used

for a definite purpose, to kill.

The poison gas of the natives
too had a definite purpose,

but it did not bring death.

It brought death in life,

or, if you prefer, life in death.

To appease their gods,
they offered the heart

taken from a living
victim, or, when necessary,

from one recently deceased.

Ironically enough, to
carry out this savage rite,

our surgery students
will detect a remarkably

advanced cardiectomy
technique in the incision.

And although chemistry, not surgery,

is my province, this picture combines both

chemistry and surgery, a fact which opened

up a new field of research.

(fingers snap)

Now, while you students are enjoying your

summer holidays, I shall
explore that field further.

When you return to this
classroom for the next semester,

you'll learn what I've discovered.

Good afternoon,

and a pleasant holiday to you all.

Oh, Allison!

How did you like my lecture, Ted?

- I found it extremely
interesting, Doctor.

- I thought you would.

Confidentially, I'm much further along

in my research than I
led the class to believe.

- You mean that you?

- Yes, I said that during the vacation

I expected to recreate
the native poison gas.

That was a slight
deviation from the truth.

I've already done so.

- That's wonderful, Doctor.

- Of course, I must check and recheck

before I can make my findings public.

Until then, what I've
told you is in confidence.

- Naturally, Doctor.

I'm highly flattered that you chose

to confide in me.

- Why not?

The school of medicine expects you to do

great things someday.

- Oh, I guess I have a
knack with the knife,

but it won't do me much good if I don't

pass your chemistry course.

- You could do with a
little more work in the lab.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

- Is it that bad?

- No, no, no, but I
could use an assistant.

How would you like to spend your vacation

helping me with my experiments at home?

- Would I?

Say, there isn't a fella in the class

who wouldn't give a leg to
work with you in the lab.

- Well, that's rather more
than the privilege is worth.

You needn't give me a
leg, just lend me a hand.

- When do I start?

- Right now.

- Fine.

Oh, only I just remembered--

- Oh, yes.

You're thinking of Isabel's broadcast.

We can hear that from my place.

- Well, that's all
right, if you don't mind.

- No, no, of course not.

Next to science, music is my great love,

and I've always been
interested in Isabel's career.

♪ Our love will live through the years ♪

♪ Throughout our joy and our tears ♪

♪ This dream we hold and cherish ♪

♪ Cannot perish ♪

♪ Things may come and go ♪

♪ But we always will know ♪

♪ Our love will live through the years ♪

♪ Throughout our joy and our tears ♪

♪ This dream we hold and cherish ♪

♪ Cannot perish ♪

♪ Things may come and go ♪

♪ But we always will know ♪

♪ Our love will live ♪

- [Radio Announcer] You have just heard

Miss Isabel Lewis, University City's own

bright particular star in
an all-request program.

- Isn't she wonderful?

Imagine me being engaged
to a girl like that.

- Yes, you're a very lucky young man.

- Mm, don't I know it.

- You think you could
forget Isabel long enough

to get back to science?

- I'll try.

- Let's go downstairs to the lab.

This is my private universe.

- Why, you've got everything here.

- Yes, everything, the
world in a test tube.

And in here, perhaps a
secret from beyond the world.

What do you see?

- A dead monkey.

Why, why, it's alive!

- Yes.

That's what I meant in my
lecture by life in death.

- How did you bring this
state about, Doctor?

- You know I told you that I had

recreated the native formula.

Here it is.

- That's innocent-looking stuff.

- I must warn you about that.

These crystals and the gas they give off

are colorless and odorless,
therefore, the more deadly.

If you have occasion to work with this

innocent-looking stuff, at
all times wear this mask.

- Apparently, the little
monkey here forgot his.

- Yes, when I exposed Jocko to the gas,

he too thought it was
innocent-looking stuff,

but it's affect on him
was almost instantaneous.

Physical changes took
place within a few minutes.

- What sort of changes, Doctor?

- First there was an
appearance of emaciation,

followed by more marked physical changes

and then by paralysis of the will.

This condition, inevitably,
will terminate in death.

- Then you plan to
conclude your experiments

by allowing this animal to
enter that terminal stage?

- No, Ted.

That's why you're here.

- Me?

- We together are going to
reverse the action of the gas.

You saw those slides this afternoon.

One showed them cutting the hearts

from living victims, supposedly
one of their pagan rites.

In my research, however, I deduced that

this custom was not to appease their gods

as they would have you believe,

but to restore life to the gassed victims.

Combined with certain
herbs, the hearts taken

from the newly dead served their purpose.

I have the herbs.

There is the heart.

- [Ted] You mean, you want
me to perform a cardiectomy?

- You sound reluctant.

You're not squeamish about the surgery?

- I've performed too many dissections

to be squeamish, Doctor.

- Good.

When you severed this
heart, did you notice

the dilatation of the
ventricle that creates

the large bladder clot?

Now, the extract from that clot combined

with these herbs serves as the antidote.

Now...

- I can't help feeling a
sense of evil in all this.

- Moral concepts.

I am a scientist.

To me there is no good or evil,

only true or false.

I work with one, discard the other.

Look.

- Motion is returning.

- We've done it.

- Congratulations, Doctor.

Your experiment is a complete success.

- Yes, it's a success,
but not quite complete.

There's one element lacking.

- [Ted] What's that, Doctor?

- Human intelligence.

Just think what it would mean if we could

repeat this experiment in a human being.

- Oh now, just a minute, Doctor.

You're not suggesting that I do this

type of cardiectomy on a human?

- No, no, no, of course not.

I was carried away for a moment.

Well, my boy, we've made history today.

That calls for a celebration.

Come along.

- [Ted] Thanks, Doctor, but I'm afraid I--

- Oh, another engagement?

- Yes, it's Isabel.

She promised to have dinner
with me this evening.

You see, she leaves on
her tour in a few days.

She's been so busy, I've
hardly seen her for weeks.

- Yes, of course, I'd forgotten all

about the concert tour.

I'd like to see her too and wish her

godspeed before she leaves.

Why don't you bring her over here

after dinner, and we'll
all celebrate together?

- Fine, I know Isabel'd like that.

- Good, then I'll be expecting you.

- Till this evening then, Doctor.

(doorbell buzzing)

- Isabel, come in!

It's good to see you again.

- Thank you, Dr. Morris.

It's good to see you, but,
oh, I've been so busy.

- I know, but you've been
near me in spite of yourself.

I've heard you on the radio,

and I have all your recordings.

- Oh, and I'm glad you
asked for a personal

appearance tonight.

- She's not kidding, Doctor.

She wasn't half as glad to see me.

- Oh, Ted.

What an interesting room.

Why, it's a miniature museum.

- It's a modest enough collection,

but it has the virtue of authenticity.

(Jocko chattering)

- What's that?

- Oh, that's Jocko, the miracle monkey.

- He was of great service
to us in the lab today,

so we thought he deserved
to share in the celebration.

- Absolutely.

- If you two will make yourselves at home,

I'll see about something
to celebrate with.

- Miracle monkey?

- I can't tell you about it yet.

Besides, I've had enough
science for one day.

Darling, is anything the matter?

- No, of course not, I...

Oh, I'm just tired.

- We shouldn't have come.

Besides, I'd hoped you'd say you wanted

us to be alone this evening.

- Well, you promised Dr. Morris, and--

- Yes, I know, but I'd still
like to hear you say it.

- Aren't you being a little inconsistent?

- I don't know.

I don't know anything except that I'm

terribly in love with
you, and I have a strange

feeling that you're drawing away from me.

- Well, you see I'm still here.

I haven't moved an inch.

- Darling.

- [Morris] Ted?

- Yes, Dr. Morris?

- I just remembered your
reputation as an artist

with a cup of cheers.

Would you mind?

- Not at all, Doctor.

- You'll find everything
you need on the sideboard.

(gentle music)

You're unhappy, Isabel.

- Why do you say that?

- You've given so much happiness to others

with your golden voice, your loveliness,

but tonight you're not the Isabel I know.

- I'm sorry if I seem a little upset.

- I understand perfectly, dear.

You're no longer in love with Ted.

- How did you guess?

- Oh, my dear.

Don't you suppose that I know how a woman

should look at a man when she loves him?

- Yes, you're right.

Oh, I'd give a great deal
if it hadn't happened.

- But it had to happen.

In some ways, Ted is only a child.

In his field, he's brilliant,

but his field is narrow.

For you, music has opened
up a great new world.

You've traveled.

You've outgrown him.

- Yes.

Yes, you're right.

- It's perfectly natural
now that you should

turn to a more sophisticated man,

a man who could share
your great joy in music,

a man who knows the book of life

and could teach you how to read it.

- What shall I do?

I meant to tell him tonight.

That's why I called him.

I tried, but I couldn't.

Now I'm afraid I never can.

- Do you want me to help you?

- How could you?

(Jocko chattering)

- Sometimes destiny itself
solves these problems.

This may be one of the times, Isabel.

Suppose something should happen

that would make Ted himself
break off the engagement?

- But I can't imagine--

- I can.

I can see him--

- [Ted] Whoa there, within!

- Say nothing to Ted.

- Ah, thank you.

This is my masterpiece.

- Thank you.
- Better be good.

- I hope you like it.

It's my own concoction.

- Well, to your success, Doctor.

- And here's to a
brilliantly successful tour.

- To us.

- [Morris] Oh, I'm sorry, Ted.

How clumsy of me.

(tense music)

(doorbell buzzes)

(light music)

(Jocko chattering)

- Now, you be a good boy, Jocko.

Oh, good morning, Doctor.

I heard our little friend chattering away

in the hall after I rang the bell,

and I took it as an invitation to come in.

- That's quite right, Ted.

I want you to feel perfectly at home here

now that we're working together.

- [Ted] Thank you, Doctor.

What's the program this morning?

- Today, we start a new line of research.

- Good.
- I wish you'd get me

the plans and charts
from my laboratory desk.

I want to go over our findings together.

- Right.

Oh, Dr. Morris?

- Yes?

- I wanted to thank you for
having us over last night.

Before we came, Isabel
seemed nervous and upset,

but being here seemed to do her good.

She was like a new person afterwards.

- Well, I'm very glad
if I helped in any way.

- Helped?

As a matter of fact, I'm going
to call her this afternoon.

I'm going to ask her to marry me,

today, before she goes.

I lay awake all night
getting up my courage.

Now I'm going to do it.

- Well, good luck to both of you.

- Thank you, Doctor.

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

Dr. Morris?

Dr. Morris?

Doc...

(dramatic music)

- Stand up.

Sit down.

Now listen carefully.

You understand me?

Answer me.

- I understand you.

- Good.

I'm your friend, your only friend.

You're ill.

You need me.

I alone can cure you.

You'll do everything I say.

- Everything you say.

- You'll devote your life to science.

I will make you well.

I'll make you famous,

but you will forget Isabel.

- Forget Isabel.

- Isabel doesn't want you.

She doesn't love you.

It's me she loves.

Do you understand?

Isabel loves me.

- Isabel loves you.

- Now, Ted, you stay here.

Do you understand?

Stay here.

- Stay here.

Stay here.

(phone rings)

- Hello.

Oh, Dr. Morris.

Oh, much better since I
talked to you last night.

- I'm very glad to hear that, my dear.

I'm calling to bid you au revoir

and to deliver a message from Ted.

No, I'm afraid he won't
be able to see you off.

He collapsed suddenly
while we were at work.

No, it isn't serious, mostly overwork.

But I've persuaded him to go to bed

for a few days, both for his own sake

and to save you the ordeal
of his goodbye at the train.

- But if he's ill, I hate
to leave without seeing him.

Couldn't I--

- No, no, no.

I know you have a concert.

No, don't think of staying over.

Ted will understand.

Goodbye, dear.

(suspenseful music)

Ted, dig.

Now, Ted, you must perform a cardiectomy.

You understand?

A cardiectomy so that I can make you well.

(suspenseful music)

- It's hard to make anything
out of these footprints.

They're all mixed up!

- I know, but do the best you can.

We've gotta have some measurements.

- How could all this happen and me not

see anything nor hear anything?

- It'd take a Sherlock Holmes
to figure that one out.

Well, McClure, what's on your mind?

- The thing to look for.

The thing to look for in this
case, Sarge, is the motive.

- Yeah, I need a smart newspaper man

to tell me that.

Well, you got any ideas?

- Nothing very hot.

One thing is certain, you
got a maniac to deal with.

- Yeah, what kind of a maniac?

- You got me there, but the
body snatcher routine is out.

They take the whole corpse for that.

What would anybody want
with just a guy's heart?

- You know, Bailey was
district attorney a while back.

Maybe some guy he sent up did it.

- No, why would they wait for
revenge till Bailey's dead?

Besides, this was no amateur operation.

This was done by an expert.

Concentrate on experts, Sarge.

- How does our department
get along without you?

- They don't.

(suspenseful music)

- Ted.

Ted!

- What happened?

What am I doing in bed?

- You had a sudden attack of vertigo,

and I brought you in here.

Then you just passed out.

- That's ridiculous.

I've never passed out in my life.

- Never before, perhaps.

- I do remember feeling dizzy.

- Is that all you remember?

- Yeah.

No, I had some crazy
dreams, regular nightmares.

- Nightmares?

- Yes, there's something
about Isabel and you.

You seemed to be telling me that Isabel

was in love with you.

- Oh, that's funny, isn't it?

What else did you dream?

- I guess that's all.

I seemed to be walking and walking

in the dark, and I was awfully tired.

I still am, as a matter of fact.

- You'd better rest, and I'll see

about something to eat for you.

- I am hungry.

What time is it?

- It's late afternoon.

- Holy cats!

I've got to get hold of Isabel!

- Ted, you're too late.

Isabel's gone.

- [Ted] Gone?

- Yes, she left last night.

- How long have I been
out, for Pete's sake?

- Since yesterday morning.

- Great Caesar's ghost,
I've lost a whole day.

I was supposed to see Isabel off.

She'll think that I--

- No, she won't.

I explained to her.

She was very sorry and concerned,

but she had to go.

Now, don't worry.

I'm your physician now,

and I order you to rest.

- All right, Doctor.

I could knock myself out all over again

for cracking up at a time like this.

- Well, that happens to the best of us

when we've been overworking.

- Your reporter's had a wide experience

in the field of crime, but he's never

encountered anything as
shocking or so baffling

as the work of this unknown ghoul.

The police are, therefore,
looking for a surgeon

who, for some mysterious reason,
wanted a dead man's heart.

Your reporter will keep
you informed of further -

(Jocko chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(thudding sound)

(door closing)

- Dr. Morris, I'd like to talk to you.

- And I want to talk to you, Ted.

We've got important work to do.

- I'm sorry, Doctor, but I'll have to ask

you to get along without
me for a few days.

- Why?

- I've got to see Isabel.

I'll go to the town where she's opening.

- You can't go now.

You can't walk out on me.

Our little friend's had a relapse.

- Little Jocko?

- Don't you understand what this means?

It means that the antidote is
only effective temporarily.

To keep him alive, we've got to keep

on getting fresh heart substance.

Ted, we've got to find a permanent cure.

- I know how important
this is to you, Doctor--

- To me?

I think you should be concerned too.

- I am, but, well,
seeing Isabel right now's

important to me too.

There are some things
I've got to get settled.

I want to be sure.

- You're letting those
nightmares upset you.

- No!

Maybe, I don't know.

All I know is I've got to see her.

- But you're not well
enough to go to her now.

- Oh, I'm fit as a fiddle.

- Suppose you have a relapse.

- Like little Jocko here?

After all, I haven't
gone through what he did.

Besides, you said yourself,
I was only overworking.

- That was a superficial diagnosis.

But, in all fairness to
Isabel, before you ask

her to marry you, you must
be sure of your health.

- I'm all right!

I've never been sick in my life.

I've got to see her.

I'm sorry, Doctor, but I'm going.

- All right, Ted, since you're determined,

I'll go along with you.

- Oh, that'd be great.

Only, if you're going just on my account.

- Don't worry about me.

I could use a holiday myself.

- Good!

Poor little Jocko.

- Yes.

(gentle music)

♪ I dreamt I dwelled in marble halls ♪

♪ With vassals and serfs at my side ♪

♪ And of all who assembled
within those walls ♪

♪ That I was the hope and the pride ♪

♪ I had riches too great to count ♪

♪ I had hopes of a high ancestral name ♪

♪ But I also dreamt
which pleased me most ♪

♪ That you loved me still the same ♪

♪ That you loved me ♪

♪ You loved me still the same ♪

(audience applauding)

- What's happened, darling?

You rushed off so suddenly.

Ted, here in Camden City.

Isabel, Isabel, let me handle this.

You know this may be the time to tell him.

- But if he's sick, Eric.

- He can't be very sick
if he traveled here.

But you will be if this
keeps up, you know.

I'm going to talk to Ted myself.

- Oh no, please don't do that, Eric.

I'll tell him.

I promise, I'll tell him tonight.

(hand knocking)

- Hello, Ted, how are You?
- Eric, good to see you.

- Nice to see you.
- Congratulations, my dear.

- Thank you, Dr. Morris.

- And here's Ted.

- Darling, I just had to see you.

- How do you feel?

Are you all right?

- Of course I am.

Dr. Morris keeps treating
me like an invalid,

- As a matter of fact, I didn't think he

should make the trip, but he insisted,

so I thought I'd come along
and keep an eye on him.

- That was nice of you, Dr. Morris.

Oh, I forgot, you don't know Eric.

This is Eric Iverson, Dr. Morris.

- How do you do, sir?

- Eric's my contribution to music.

I introduced him to Isabel.

- And a very important contribution too.

- Well, thank you, Doctor,

and for that very nice compliment,

may I invite you for a drink?

Would you like to join
me in my dressing room?

- I think that would be an excellent idea.

- Excuse me.

- Oh gee, it's wonderful to see you again.

- Are you sure you're
well enough to be here?

- Of course I am.

Dr. Morris keeps telling
me I shouldn't take

any chances, but it's nothing serious.

Too much plugging for mid-year exam,

not enough sleep, hardly
ever a chance to see you,

so I blacked out.

- I think Dr. Morris is right.

You should do as he says.

- Well, if you feel that way,

I better tell you all he said.

He says I should release
you from our engagement

until I'm sure about my health.

There's nothing wrong
with me that a little

rest and being with you won't cure.

I came to ask you to marry me, tomorrow.

(dramatic music)

But if you're afraid to,

if you're afraid.

If you're...

- Ted.

What is it?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Ted, what's the matter?

Dr. Morris.

Dr. Morris!

Ted, why don't you answer me?

Dr. Morris!

Dr. Morris!

Something's happened to Ted.

- I expected this.

Leave me alone with him.

I know just what to do.

Come along, Ted.

You'll be all right.

I'll take care of you.

- Take care of me?

- That's right.

Come along.

(suspenseful music)

- I tell you, Gavigan, the mutilation

of that Bailey corpse and the murder

and mutilation of that little guy

in Camden City are the
work of the same fiend.

- Okay, okay, we'll get complete coverage

from the press association.

- But if you send me down there

you'll get better coverage.

I've cracked, well, I mean, the Sun

helped the police crack
three out of the five

most important cases
in the last two years.

Remember the Ambley murder case?

Remember the--
- Yes, I remember.

What do you want me to do,

give you a badge with detective on it?

- No, just give me an expense account.

- Okay, okay, if you're goin', go on!

Get out!
- Oh, thanks, Chief.

- [Man] Hey!

- Watch who you're bumping, McClure.

- Whom, baby, not who.

Remember, you represent
culture on the Morning Sun.

- From the smirk on your face,

you're getting ready to represent

the murder-solved-while-you-wait
department again.

- Right, little girl,
Sleuth McClure rides again.

- What's it this time?

- The ghoul, baby.

Last known to operate in Camden City.

- Oh, that one.

You have my blessing,
McClure, after the way

he messed up Isabel Lewis's concert.

- Look, sugar, I'm talkin' about murder.

- Well, so am I.

Isabel Lewis wowed them in Camden City.

I went up to cover the
concert, and I know.

But did she get a break in the papers?

No, because everything
was pulled to spread

the story of your ghoul.

- Oh, I just happened to remember,

I got an expense account.

Come on, I'll take you to lunch.

- That's why I asked you to
meet me here this afternoon.

- Isabel, in every
town, I've tried to make

Ted let me take him home, but.

- I know.

You're afraid he'll have another attack.

That's why I wanted to talk to you alone.

I've looked forward to this tour so much,

and it's turned out to be a nightmare.

- He feels obsessed.

He's convinced that if he goes home

or if he doesn't stay as close to you

as possible, that something
very terrible will happen.

However, he has agreed
that he's seriously ill,

and that he can't think of marriage.

- Yes, he told me that.

Oh, he was so pathetic, so eager for me

to say he was wrong, but I was so afraid

he'd have another of those terrible

attacks that, well, I--

- Yes, I know, you encouraged him.

That was neither wise nor
fair to anyone concerned.

- I know.

That's what Eric said.

That's why we're both, Eric
and I, turning to you for help.

- Eric and you?

- Yes, I guess you've seen
how we feel about each other.

I can't understand Ted not seeing.

- We see what we want to see
most of the time, Isabel.

Even I, a scientist, have
such moments of weakness.

- Then, then you will help us?

- What is it you want
me to do, you and Eric?

- Well, Ted hasn't had an
attack for several days now.

He must be well enough to face the truth,

and, well, we thought that you'd be

better to tell him because, well,

you're a doctor, and you'd know best

how to say it and when.

Then, after he knows, he'll
surely agree to go home.

- When he knows, I think
Ted will agree to anything.

- Then you'll do it?

You'll help us?

- You'll let me choose my own time?

- Oh, of course, of course.

- Very well.

- Well, men have died for less

than holding hands, Professor.

- Oh, don't mind him, Dr. Morris.

It's his idea of humor.

- I don't flatter myself
that I've made him jealous.

- Isabel told me you
were going to be here,

so I thought I might persuade
you to have dinner with us.

- No, I'm afraid not.

I must go and look after Ted.

- We're both very grateful
to you, Dr. Morris.

- It's been my pleasure.

Ted, we are not going
to the concert tonight.

- Why not?

- Because we're going home.

I'm taking you home.

- I'm going home when Isabel goes.

- You're sick.

This senseless obsession to follow Isabel

is a phase of your illness.

- Are you suggesting
that I'm losing my mind?

- I'm telling you that you're a sick man,

a very sick man.

- What's the matter with me?

Why am I always having
these awful nightmares?

What's happened to me, Dr. Morris?

Tell me!

I feel like I, I...

Oh, what's?

(dramatic music)

- Ted?

Can you hear me?

- I, I hear you.

- I have important news for you.

Listen carefully.

I know why Isabel doesn't
want to marry you.

Eric is responsible.

Do you understand?

(tense music)

- Eric?

- Yes, Eric, your friend.

He's taken her away from you.

Eric is treacherous.

- Treacherous.

- We must get rid of Eric.

- Get rid of Eric.

- Come here, Ted.

Sit here.

Now, write what I tell you.

- Dear Eric, I must talk to you alone.

I'll meet you at the stage
door at midnight, Ted.

- I just received it.

- But, but why all the secrecy?

Why at midnight?

Why alone?

- I don't know, but I'll soon find out.

- Oh, Eric, I don't like it.

Ted hasn't been himself lately,

and, well, there's something strange

about the whole thing.

Please don't go.

- Nonsense, darling,
Ted wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Well then I want to be there too.

- No, no, no, no.

Ted said alone, and alone it is.

(knock on door)

- Yes?

- [Man] Five minutes, Miss Lewis.

- All right.

(suspenseful music)

- Now, Ted, listen carefully.

Eric is waiting at the end of the alley.

Do you understand?

- Eric is waiting.

- Remember, Eric betrayed you.

You must kill Eric.

- Kill Eric.

Kill Eric.

Kill Eric.

- [Isabel] (screams) Eric!

- Darling, why did you come here?

I told you not to follow me.

- I had to.

I got more and more frightened,

and just before midnight, I
couldn't stand it any longer.

- There, there, you
see, you're just working

yourself up into a lather over nothing.

I'm perfectly safe.

- [Isabel] But the shadows.

- Nonsense, there are no shadows.

(dramatic music)

(cheerful music)

- Hey, McClure.

- Hi, sugar, what are you doin' here?

- Checking out.

I came up last night for
Isabel Lewis's recital,

building up her homecoming for her final

concert Saturday night.

What's with you?

- With me it's ghoul trouble, baby.

The devil was digging up the graveyard

right here in this town last night

while you were listening
to the angel sing.

I hopped a plane and came down here,

but that's all the good it did me.

- No clues?
- Nothing.

The only thing I'm sure
of is that this guy,

or whatever he is, is
the same in every case.

Let's get a drink.
- Okay.

- It's always the same routine.

Each time, a fresh grave, except that time

when he killed the caretaker.

Then he had a fresh corpse.

- Ooh.

I'm glad I picked music.

- Look, every place he operated the heart

was removed by a skilled hand

and with exactly the same technique.

- Let me see that a minute.

- Two Manhattans.

- This is funny.

- What's funny?

- Well, Isabel Lewis was operating

in these same towns, only she was

tearing their hearts out with music.

- You mean to say that
your gal and my ghoul

have been playin' the same circuit?

- That's it.

One of life's gruesome
little coincidences.

- Say, what sort of a gal is she?

- Take it easy, McClure.

You're not suggesting
anything so fantastic--

- Hey, look, nothing's too
fantastic for this case.

When did she play those towns?

- This gets curiouser and curiouser.

She sang in every one of these towns

at the same time as the
crime was committed.

But I still say--

- I don't care what you say.

This is the closest thing to a hot tip

I've had, and I'm gonna follow it.

Where does she sing tomorrow?

- Cranston then back home.

- That's good enough for me.

I'm goin' to Cranston with ya.

Pay for the drinks, baby.

I'm gonna pack my bag.

- I have been the leading mortician

of Cranston for 30 years, Mr. McClure,

but such a strange request has never

come to me before.

- The reasons for such a strange request

never existed before, Mr. Eagan.

- Quite true, quite true.

That's why I listened to you at all.

But I cannot believe that this monster

would dare to desecrate the sanctity

of Cranston's honored dead.

And yet--

- And yet a monster wouldn't be expected

to develop a sense of
honor even in Cranston,

would he, Mr. Eagan?

- No, no, I suppose not,

but even assuming that you are right

in believing that he
will strike here next,

why should he choose
this particular deceased?

- For three good reasons.

One, he always chooses the
newly buried as his victim.

Two, he must read the
obituary news to find them.

Three, this corpse--

- Uh, deceased.

- Deceased is more accessible
than one already interred.

- Mm, true, true.

This may be the means
of saving the deceased

from a horrible mutilation.

Mr. McClure, I believe it
is my duty to help you.

- I knew you would.

Now, I don't want you alone.

I don't want anybody
around takin' any chances.

I'll handle this all alone.

Now, here's all you have to do.

In the first place...

(suspenseful music)

What kind of a corpse
do I make, Mr. Eagan?

- Very nice, very nice indeed considering

you have the disadvantage of being alive.

Now, if I were preparing you--

- Never mind, that's one disadvantage

I want to keep for a while.

Everything all set?

- I hope so.

I told my chapel attendant that I

would take charge of everything.

I still think you should
have brought the police.

- Oh, you can't get a cop interested

unless you got evidence, and I'm doin'

this on a hunch.

Now, fix those lilies so they hide my gun.

- I'm terribly worried about
leaving you here alone.

- Forget it.

I don't think I'll be alone very long,

and, tomorrow, you and
I will be sensational.

- Remember, for goodness
sakes, whatever you do,

don't mar this coffin.

(dramatic music)

- Get 'em up, up, brother, up.

- The reports of your death seem to have

been greatly exaggerated.

That's too bad.

We counted on performing this cardiectomy

with a minimum of effort.

- Well, I'm delighted to disappoint you.

Now, if you'll just turn around.

- You don't seem to understand.

This is important to me,

and more so to my friend behind you.

- Oh no you don't.

- All right, Ted, we're ready.

- Why don't you stop?

Why, that gag's got whiskers.

(dramatic music)

Ugh!

- Here's the route.

It looks as though the
ghoul's deliberately

swinging around to come
back where he started from.

If he strikes here again,
the vicious circle closes.

- It closed in Cranston on Ken McClure.

He played a hunch there and lost,

but it was a good hunch all
right, all right, too good.

- Macklin, you've got to get
the maniac that killed him.

He'd done more toward crackin' this thing

than any of you, now
you've got to finish it.

- We'll finish it.

- Anyone in this town
that gets into a cemetery

tonight won't get out alive.

- Miss Elliott, tell
me more about this man

that travels with the Lewis
girl, the accompanist.

- Eric Iverson?
- Yes.

- He seems like a perfectly
normal, nice person.

He's a fine musician just as she is.

It can't be possible that
they could be involved.

And yet...

- Well, thanks very much, Miss Elliott.

You've been swell.

We'll take it from here.

(doorbell buzzes)

Miss Lewis?

- Yes.

- I'm Sergeant Macklin
with the homicide division.

This is Detective Garrity.

- How do you do.

- I'd appreciate a few
moments of your time.

- What could you possibly
want to see me about?

- Well, for one thing, I want to welcome

you back to the home town.

We're all very proud of you, you know.

- Thank you.

Come in.

Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Well, tonight's the big
night, isn't it, Miss Lewis?

- Yes.

- You'll have all the home
town people out to hear you.

- It's nice of you to
show so much interest,

Sergeant Macklin, but I'm sure that's

not what you came to talk about.

- I notice the press gave
you quite a big play.

It's too bad you had
to share the spotlight

everywhere you went
with a homicidal maniac.

- You mean those dreadful grave robbings?

- And murder.

- Yes, it was horrible.

Imagine it happening in
almost every town I sang.

- Yes, in every town you sang.

That's what got us to thinking
that maybe you could--

(throat clears)

- Why, why you can't think that?

So that's what you're here for.

It isn't possible that you,

that anybody believes that I--

- No, no, no, of course not.

But you may be able to help us.

- Well, how?

I know nothing about it.

It's just a horrible coincidence.

- Well, yes, that's what it looked like

until Ken McClure tried to beat this

coincidence to the punch.

You were giving a concert in Cranston.

He had a theory the
ghoul would be there too,

and he was right.

The only trouble is he didn't live

to tell us what he discovered.

Miss Lewis, I want you to tell me

everything you know
about your accompanist.

- Eric?

Oh no, Eric couldn't be mixed up in this.

Why, why, he's, well, we're engaged!

- Suppose he's two people,

the man you love and the ghoul?

- The ghoul?

- Yes, haven't you ever
heard of schizophrenia?

Split personality.

- Oh no, not Eric.

I don't believe it.

- What are his interests aside from music?

Does he care anything
at all about science?

Has he ever studied medicine or surgery?

- No, never, I'm sure of it!

- Well, these atrocities were committed

by more than one man.

Is it possible he has a scientific friend

that may have connived with him?

- Eric has never had
any interest but music,

and most of his friends are...

- Yes?

Most of his friends?

- Are musicians and artists.

- I see.

Well, thank you very much, Miss Lewis.

- Thank you.

- Good luck tonight.

- Thank you.

Hello, Doctor.

- Why, Isabel, aren't
you due at the concert?

- I just had to talk to you first.

- By all means, come right in.

What is it, Isabel?

What's troubling you?

- Doctor, have you ever
known a schizophrenic?

- Yes.

- Could Ted be like that?

- What gave you that idea?

- Because he's in trouble, Doctor.

Ted's in dreadful trouble.

- What trouble am I in, dear?

- Oh, Ted, those horrible things that kept

happening on the tour, the
murders and the hearts,

cutting out those hearts.

- Isabel, Ted knows nothing of all that.

He was far too ill to
read anything so shocking.

I kept the papers from him.

- Tell me, Isabel, tell me.

- The police, they think
Eric is mixed up in it.

They think he's a schizophrenic.

And somebody else, they said, somebody

that knows surgery, like you, Ted.

But I didn't tell them you were there.

I didn't tell them, and Eric couldn't

be mixed up in it, could he?

- No, dear.

Eric couldn't be, not in 1,000 years.

- My child, where did you
get such a fantastic notion?

I've been with Ted
practically every minute.

You're making yourself ill over the wild

imaginings of an ambitious detective.

- You're sure, Doctor?

- Of course I am.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Ted.

Please forgive me.

- Well, there's nothing to forgive.

You love Eric, don't you?

It's all right.

I'm glad, because I'm very ill.

I didn't realize it
before, but I know now.

You're free, Isabel.

She's right, isn't she, Doctor?

- It was an accident, Ted, I swear it.

- I remember, those nightmares.

I must've been in the pit of hell.

- But for me, you would've died.

I risked my life.

- Murder and mutilation of the dead.

- When we killed, it was in self defense.

Besides, they can't touch us.

Nobody knows anything,
not even our experiments,

only you and I.

- I remember.

Isabel and Eric, Isabel and you.

- That's something you pulled
from your subconscious.

- She'll be safe with Eric.

- So long as Eric is safe from you.

- From me?

You...

Yes, I remember again.

Kill Eric.

What am I, alive or dead?

Man or beast?

What have you done to me?

- I saved your life, I tell you,

and I'll find a way to make you well.

It was an accident.

You understand?

An accident!

(somber music)

(dramatic music)

You fool, you madman, what have you done?

- I'm sending this evil
back into the darkness.

- Ted, you're mad.

You can't do this.

- You're wrong, Doctor.

There's nothing left of it now

but you and me and this.

(glass breaks)

And now I'm glad, because
my work here is finished.

I've, I've...

(dramatic music)

- But you haven't finished yet, you know.

There's just one more task, Eric.

Get up.

Remember, you must first
kill Eric then yourself.

Understand?

First Eric then yourself.

- First Eric then myself.

First Eric then myself.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- (coughing) Ted!

Ted!

Ted!

Ted!

Ted!

(audience applauding)

- Nothing ghoulish looking
about that guy to me.

- You can never tell
about these musicians.

A lot of 'em are pretty queer ducks.

(gentle music)

♪ All the lovely things of
life are made all for love ♪

♪ All for love ♪

♪ Every bough casts refreshing shade ♪

♪ So that lovers vows may be expressed ♪

- First Eric, then myself.

- Ted.

Ted.

♪ I wandered far and long to find ♪

♪ The reason why ♪

♪ The reason why there's a world ♪

♪ And the thing we call our soul ♪

- [Morris] Ted.

Ted, Ted, listen to me.

Ted, you've gotta come with me now.

We need each other now.

- First Eric, then myself.

- [Morris] Ted, we can't think
of Eric now, only ourselves.

- First Eric, then myself.

- Ted, you've gotta help me.

Ted, you've got to.

Ted!

♪ My darling, my own ♪

♪ Let your arms enfold me ♪

♪ Let them hold me ♪

♪ We were meant for this and this ♪

- First Eric, then myself

(Isabel screams)

(gun fires)
(Isabel screams)

(people shouting)

- Miss Isabel Lewis.

Miss Lewis, do you know who this man is?

- Why--
- Yes, she does, Officer.

- How long have you known him,

and what's this all about?

- I can't tell you anything now.

I can't even think.

- Please, if you don't mind.

Maybe this note will explain.

- Dearest Isabel, what
you surmised about me

this evening is true.

Forgive me.

It was Dr. Morris who involved me

in all of those unspeakable crimes.

I shall pass on knowing you and Eric

will be happy together.

I pray you will forgive me for everything.

Do you know who Dr. Morris is?

- He was Ted's professor at school.

- Officer, do you mind if Miss Lewis

goes to her dressing room?

It's been quite a shock, you know.

She'll be very happy to answer
all your questions later.

- All right, but both of you stay there.

I'll be there shortly.

(frantic music)

- Ted.

Ted.

- [Ted] It's no use, Dr. Morris.

I'm sending this evil
back into the darkness.

There's nothing left of it now

but you and me and death.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)