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Phillips.

Hello. It went like a dream.

I'll be in touch.

'Albert Phillips?'

Speaking.

- '2468090?' - Wrong number.

Just dump them here, Jenny.

- Is that everything? - Everything.

It's nice, Jean. I like it.

It's fine for me. Stay until you find something else, won't you?

- I wouldn't dream of imposing. - Oh, what are sisters for?

No, I couldn't.

Anyway, I don't even know if I'll like London.

Well, you're welcome.

- It's sweet of you. - Will you get a job?

I'll have to.

I don't think Jeff can give you a job at the moment...

- The car! - What about it?

Jeff's borrowing it. He has a meeting with Inspector Nelson.

- Jenny, I must fly. - Can I come?

- Aren't you tired? - Tired? Of course not!

Now I'm in the city I'm not going to miss anything.

Come on, then!

And you are not - repeat NOT - having Jeannie's car - my car!

I need a car, Marty.

Last time it finished up in the garage with a door off.

It needed a service.

You're irresponsible, Jeff, that's your trouble.

You treat everybody's car like you do your own.

Now it's smashed!

- It was stolen. - Stolen?

It was sheer carelessness.

I'm meeting Inspector Nelson in half an hour.

- And Jeannie's late. - Leave Jeannie out of this!

I don't know what he wants...

I hope he bans you from driving.

I need Jeannie's car. I'm taking it, and that is that.

Jeff?

What's wrong. What's the matter?

Nothing, I was... just blowing off steam.

Ha!

He's not to have our car. Hello, Jenny.

- Jenny? - My sister - remember?

- I said she was coming. - Sorry. Hello, Jenny.

- It's been a long time. - You're not having the car!

Jeff, who were you talking to?

Uh, well...

Get out of that!

No one. Just myself. It helps sometimes... with problems.

Everybody does it.

Uh, can I have the car keys? I'm late already.

Yeah.

You know what Inspector Nelson's like.

Sorry, Jenny, I'll see you later.

On the face of it, Mr. Phillips, it all appears to be impossible.

- Are you sure of the facts? - Of course!

How do you suppose I got my position?!

I wouldn't know, sir.

I am interested in how these articles were spirited away.

Between 4pm and 10pm yesterday

a person or persons unknown entered,

opened the safe and removed two objects of value.

This was done without any sign of forced entry,

without any fingerprints, without setting off the alarm

and while you were working at your desk, sir.

I, uh... left the room at one point.

You did? When?

I watched television between eight and nine in next room.

That's better. Erase the word "spirited", Sergeant.

That's what I like, Mr. Phillips, co operation.

With sufficient co operation we might even solve this case.

I don't appreciate your levity!

Why was the watch in the safe?

I have a valuable collection of timepieces in my country home.

As I only acquired this one yesterday I put it in the safe.

Hmm... And didn't miss it until today?

So what? It's the formula I want back!

Mr. Phillips, I cannot apprehend a person

for possessing knowledge you once possessed.

But should a person possess an article of material value,

that's another kettle of fish altogether.

Jeff's right, people do talk to themselves sometimes.

More than that, Jeff was talking to Marty. AND he could see him.

Yes, but what can we do?

Jeff's sick. He should see a doctor.

Jeff? He'd never do anything like that.

- Well, bring the doctor to him. - How?

Jean, I'm the one from the sticks.

This is the 20th century.

We have means of collecting evidence.

- A tape recorder? - Mm-hm.

I won't talk! I don't care what you do! I can stand pain!

Bully! I caution the defendant.

Do you think he saw me in his chair?

You won't be grinning when I've finished with you, Randall.

I've been waiting an hour, Inspector.

Really? With any luck you'll have plenty of time.

Come on, what's it all about?

The premises of Messrs Guildhart and Appleby were broken into,

and valuables amounting to 15,000 pounds were stolen.

Where were you between midnight and 1am?

What?! Wait a minute, Inspector.

Where, Randall?

In my apartment. I couldn't go out because my car was stolen.

You can check.

Such things can be arranged.

- Look... - Watch it, Jeff. He's serious.

OK, I'll make a statement. Now, where's my car?

It was used in the robbery.

- You think I'm involved? - Were you?

- Would I use my own car? - What's left of it.

- Your fingerprints were there! - Well, it's MINE!

- "What's left"? - Forensics have it.

You can have it after their investigation.

If I don't charge you first.

Thanks a heap. Can I go now?

Certainly.

Oh, and Randall?

Don't leave town.

Don't... leave... town.

The pompous, bumptious, jumped-up flatfoot!

- And you! - Jeff!

He'd never solve any cases. He just tries to pin them on me!

There's something odd about this case.

I thought that, sir. I don't think Randall...

Who's talking about Randall?!

- Aren't we, sir? - Phillips, Sergeant. Phillips.

Got that?

Good.

Thank you, Sergeant.

No signs of forced entry, no fingerprints, no alarm

and the victim present - does that ring a bell?

Yes, sir. The Beech affair, Morgan AND Rigby.

- Just like the others. - Right.

Except now we've established the time of the robbery

and we have these.

A change of pattern. Why?

Get those over to Fingerprints, Sergeant.

Maybe this time we'll get a lead.

- He won't see it there. - I hope not.

Stop worrying, Jeannie.

- Will it work? - Oh, I don't know.

Shh! Someone's coming.

- Switch it on! - No, you switch it on.

- Oh! - Quickly, Jenny!

Jenny!

Hello, Jeff!

Uh, how did it go with Inspector Nelson today?

Don't ask.

Jeff...

I have to do some shopping. Do you mind if I borrow Jeannie?

Not at all. He works her too hard, anyway.

Mm?

Of course not. Enjoy yourselves.

We'll take a taxi, Jean. Jeff may need the car.

Whose side are you on?!

- Thanks, Jeff. Bye! - Bye!

Bye.

Ciao.

Listen, Jeff... Jeff?

- What? - Will you listen?!

Don't go on about your car, Marty. I'm worried about mine.

- Typical. - What is?

- Only thinking about yourself. - Look, do me a favour.

Get over to Nelson's office. He's trying to pin this on me.

He can't. Whoever stole the car did it.

- I can't prove that! - What you gonna do?

Stave off the creditors and hope some work turns up.

Yes. We'll need repairs on two cars!

'Ciao.

'What?

'Don't go on about your car, Marty. I'm worried about mine.

'Look, do me a favour. Go to Nelson's office.

'He's trying to pin this on me.'

Hmm.

Unusual.

Mr. Randall is very disturbed.

Did he rely on your late husband a great deal?

Yes, I suppose he did. Jeff was always the happy-go-lucky one.

Well, it seems his financial and business worries,

with his feeling of responsibility for you,

have caused him a lot of stress.

This incident with the police and his car was the last straw.

He's turned toward this fantasy figure of his late partner.

- What can we do? - We can certainly help.

The very man for this case is my partner, Dr. Conrad.

Thank you for my fee.

I shall have details of the other operation tomorrow night.

I think that is all.

I'll be in touch, Dr. Conrad.

Mr. Randall?

Dr. Conrad, I presume. You called my office?

- Please, sit down. - Thank you.

Now, we both deal in information.

You supply it, I apply it.

I have to ask you to gather for me

certain information about the behaviour of a patient

- so I can prescribe treatment. - Intriguing.

This patient is an unsuccessful businessman,

with worries about finance, his dependants, his future.

Aren't we all?

Incapable of facing reality,

he has created an imaginary blame figure

to shoulder the burden of his own inadequacies.

- Seems fairly casebook so far. - Agreed.

But now he is having hallucinations,

talking to this blame figure, whom he apparently sees.

How do you know?

His partner, who approached my colleague, has evidence.

What kind of evidence?

A taped conversation.

Have you got it?

- Yes. - May I hear it?

Certainly.

- 'Bye.' - 'Ciao.'

'Don't go on about your car, Marty. I'm worried about mine.

'Look, do me a favour. Go to Nelson's...'

I don't know where you got this, Doctor, but this is not funny.

Quite the contrary. It is very serious.

I thought you wanted to hire me.

All this chat about a patient - that was me!

Jeannie...

Please, Mr. Randall, don't be angry.

You must appreciate how worried Mrs. Hopkirk is.

Look, Doctor, I know this sounds odd... but I can explain.

Well, not explain exactly but... take it from me, I'm all right.

Mr. Randall, on the basis of that tape, you need treatment.

Well, that's very kind of you, Doctor.

It's not quite as simple as that.

Sorry, you can't keep me here.

It is my duty.

This is Philip and this is Andrew.

I assure you this is for your own good.

- Is it? - Yes.

It would be so much more pleasant if you co operated.

And violent.

That's illegal!

Uh!

Phew! He's quite a tough one.

- Gave me quite a thump. - He'll take some watching.

Jeannie?! What's the matter? Why are you crying?

Don't be upset. Jeff will be all right at the nursing home.

But he needs treatment for these hallucinations.

Nursing home?! Hallucinations?!

Lambert Clinic is the best place.

Lambert Clinic? Where's that? Oh, never mind!

- I suppose you're right. - Good.

- I am completely relaxed. - Very good.

I'm glad YOU are.

Now, listen carefully.

The telephone, remember?

I answer the telephone.

- The flute plays. - That's a nice arrangement.

An electronic signal.

I replace the receiver.

Then the door bell.

Answer the door.

They must have the file.

Open the safe.

Put the file on the desk.

And say after me, help yourself.

Very good. Now...

Yes, yes, close the safe.

Then sit down and wait for the telephone to ring.

What's your game?

Well, now, Mr. Whitty. How do you feel?

Wonderful. Utterly relaxed. Not a care in the world.

- I've got news for you! - One more session will do.

Leaving a deep sense of loss!

Splendid. You know I really do feel very much better.

Good. Now, will four o'clock be satisfactory?

Certainly, Dr. Conrad.

Conrad? I thought your name was Lambert?

That's funny.

I intended staying at my club tonight,

but I think I'll go back home.

- It's working already! - Do that.

Rest until tomorrow.

Come on, Jeff. You've got to get the police.

What happened? Where am I?

The Lambert Clinic.

Some crooked doctor's hypnotising people

to give their valuables away!

Pardon? What are you on about?

What am I doing here?

Jeannie had you brought here.

Everybody thinks you're hallucinating.

Jeannie?

Hallucinations?

- Conrad and the bouncers! - Bouncers?

Big male nurses. I have to get out.

And get the police. They're all villains!

- Police? Why? - I've just told you!

This Dr. Conrad's hypnotising this fella

to open his own safe to music!

- You all right? - Of course.

I'll get my clothes.

There's no time. Get out now!

- Not like this! - You'll have to risk it!

You shouldn't be up, Mr. Randall.

I want my clothes. I'm leaving.

They're quite safe. Now...

Back to bed! We must have a little chat.

Don't listen. He'll have the office safe combination!

So? There's nothing in it.

- Oh, hey! Watch it! - Come along, sir. Back to bed.

We'll tuck you up nice and cosy.

Don't worry, we'll just ease your mind of its problems.

- This will help you relax. - I don't want to relax... Yah!

Come on, Jeff. Don't just lie there, do something!

William Smart. That jewel case did it.

How's that, sir?

Fingerprint boys gave us a lead.

- Released three years ago. - What's his game?

He graduated from burglar to con man.

I know the type. Where is he?

Put out a tracer, but don't bring him in.

I've got a feeling he'll lead us to someone bigger.

- Who am I? - Svengali.

- Dr. Conrad. - That's right.

- And why are you here? - Jeannie thinks I hallucinate.

And why am I here?

To hypnotise people into opening their safes.

Great. Now we're in trouble.

- What makes you think that? - Marty told me.

That's right, blame me!

Marty? Who is Marty?

Marty's a ghost. No one can see him but me.

- Bigmouth! - And he told you this story?

Story?!

He saw you hypnotising this fellow.

Tell him his name, Jeff! Whitty! Tell him!

- Whitty. - Keep talking. I'll be back.

Now, Jeff, you know that YOU saw me, didn't you?

You left your room and wandered around, didn't you?

No, Marty woke me. I looked for my clothes, then you came in.

I see. Now, you relax, Jeff,

then I'll ask you some questions

and afterwards you'll forget all about this silly story...

and Marty.

Forget...

Incredible, quite incredible.

Some form of thought transference?

Dangerous, too.

Made it! My sense of direction's improving.

Mrs. Campbell, leave me my supper and have the evening off.

Now, why did you do that, Whitty?

What are you up to, Whitty? What's all this?

A drawerful of electronics, burglar alarms.

What are you afraid of, eh?

What's this? Oil survey trace reports,

geologists' maps... estimated yield...

Whitty?! This is a gold mine - I mean, an oil well!

So that's what Conrad is up to.

It's almost unbelievable.

He described your treatment of an earlier patient?

Precisely. It was unnerving.

It's the first case of extra-sensory perception.

Quite, but first we must dispel the ghost illusion.

Do I look like an illusion?!

Yes, of course.

Will it be a long process?

It may take time to edit the ghost out.

"Edit?" What does that mean?

Then it will be simple.

And he'll have no recollection?

None.

You can't do this to me! It's... It's... Jeff!

They're going to edit me out of your head!

You'll never see me again!

I'll be all alone.

Oh, there's no need to worry, Mrs. Hopkirk.

Perhaps not, but I've - we've - been thinking it over,

and don't think it's such a good idea.

But Mr. Randall is a very sick man.

Yes, I don't know what to do, actually.

Come down here, Mrs. Hopkirk. We'll talk things over.

Well, I mean, you can't keep Jeff there against his will.

No, of course not, he's free to leave whenever he chooses.

But do come, Mrs. Hopkirk. We can talk this out.

All right, thank you. Bye-bye.

Goodbye.

What's the great panic on this particular patient?

Randall? I thought he would be useful.

A private investigator should have information we could use.

And now?

He knows about our operation.

Don't worry - everything is under control.

- And Lambert? - I can handle him.

And once Randall's treatment is complete he won't complain.

That's it. Go on, shake him.

Come on! Harder! Slap his face! I want to talk to him!

Come on!

You're not helping, Jeff. You're just lying there, smiling,

sleeping my life away.

Jeff?

So you see, Mr. Randall has agreed to our treatment.

That's not Jeff's signature! You can understand the writing.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Is he all right? - He is very comfortable.

Can I see him?

He's asleep now, but in a few days, certainly.

Believe me, you'll see a great change. No more Marty.

Mr. Hopkirk to you!

Look at you smiling.

It's like talking to the Laughing Cavalier.

Listen, Jeff, he's going to edit me out of your head.

I've got to go because you know about the robbery.

Pull yourself together. This is important!

Come on. You're not trying.

Jeff! It's me, Marty!

Jeff...?

It's started already - you can't see or hear me, can you?

You barbiturate peddler! You pill-pushing phoney!

What are you doing to this man's mind?!

Now, Mr. Randall, feeling all right?

- Mmm. - Good.

You seem to be in fine shape.

Just you relax and we'll soon lay this ghost for you.

Come on, Jeff. Make an effort.

You heard what he said -

we'll soon lay this ghost for you.

That's right, lay the ghost.

Jeff! You can hear me! Come on, get out of this bed!

Jeff!

Randall?

Yes?

Jeff? I think we've cracked it.

Come on, Randall. Get out of this bed.

Right turn.

Quick march.

Right turn.

About turn. Now, straight out the door.

No, open the door!

Mr. Randall? Back to bed.

No, Mr. Randall, out the door.

Mr. Randall, I'll have to sedate you.

Hit Dr. Conrad. Nod your head if you understand.

Hit him - NOW!

Now, out of the door!

Stop!

Dr. Conrad?

Pick up the chair.

Stand here.

Now repeat after me, in this voice:

- Kommen sie in. - Kommen sie in.

Hit him now!

Well done!

Now put the chair down.

Out of the door.

Halt!

Now, stay here, Mr. Randall, and don't talk to anyone.

Hello, Mr. Randall. What are you doing here, eh?

- Right, away we... - Come along, now. Back to bed.

- Say "hello, Philip". - Hello, Philip.

- Hello, Mr. Randall. - Hit him!

- Now, Mr. Randall... - Hit him again!

Mr. Randall, duck!

Hit him in the stomach! Hit him in the chin!

Great, Jeff, fantastic. Come on.

Left turn.

Quick march.

Mr. Randall, isn't it?

My name is Lambert. I don't think we've met.

I know you're here, but shouldn't you be in your room?

Yes, of course. By all means, come in.

Interesting.

Well done, Jeff. Left turn. Quick march.

Halt! About turn. Quick march.

Halt. Left turn.

Pick up the phone.

Press the button marked Transport.

Say after me in this voice, "this is Dr. Conrad".

This is Dr. Conrad.

- "Bring my car to the front." - Bring my car to the front.

- "Go to the back entrance." - Go to the back entrance.

- "And wait there." - And wait there.

- Put the phone down. - Put the phone down.

No, Jeff... Randall, put the phone down.

Left turn.

Through the door, quick march!

This'll be the death of me. JEFF!

Left-right, left- right, left-right, left-right...

Left turn. And open the door.

Into the car.

All right, Randall. Start the car.

There's the key.

Very good, Jeff. Now, change into fourth,

and keep your eyes on the road.

Nice, gentle speed.

See? You can drive safely.

Why don't you always drive like this?

This should interest you, Inspector.

What's that?

Your friend Randall's up to something.

He's broken out of a nursing home.

- What? - A nursing home.

The Lambert Clinic.

Hmm, I wouldn't think he'd have the money for a place like that.

Why's that?

Well, it's strictly for the nobs.

All these jokers have got money.

- What jokers? - The people that go there.

For instance, Mr. Phillips... and Mr. Beech went there also.

Get the car, Sergeant.

Hello, what's that car doing over there?

Jeff...

Jeff?

Jeff!

Oh!

Jeff!

Have I got to look after you the rest of my life?

'Whitty speaking.'

Yes?

'An Inspector Nelson is here, Dr. Conrad.'

Er, I'm... with a patient. 10 minutes?

Hello, what's he doing here?

I'm going to have a look. Stay here.

Randall, stay in the car.

As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Randall is perfectly harmless.

He couldn't have been more affable towards me.

- Stuck a good one on me. - Should've strait jacketed him.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Just as a matter of interest, what was Mr. Randall doing here?

Don't give him that, that's your oil well!

Keep him talking.

Oh!

Jeff! Oh...

Randall, get out of the car.

Well done. Now, across the road.

Left turn.

Right turn, through the gates to the house.

Mind the gravel.

Halt. Right turn.

The first man through that door, knock him cold.

Great.

It went like a dream. I'll be in touch.

You're not gonna leave him like this?!

Mr. Whitty? Mr. Whitty?!

You've been robbed, and you're sitting there!

- Yes? - Are you coming, Dr. Conrad?

Um, I'll be right there, Dr. Lambert.

Dr. Conrad, may I introduce...

- Inspector Nelson. - How can I help you?

One of your patients, Doctor - Randall.

There's a difference of opinion.

A violent man, a definite danger to the community.

If possible he must be apprehended immediately.

Come, now, Dr. Conrad...

I'll go along with that. I know Randall.

- There's just one thing. - What is that?

- You were treating Mr. Phillips? - Yes, but I don't see...

You will. Mr. Phillips was robbed recently,

and lost, among other things, a valuable gold watch.

But what has that to do with me?

Maybe you can help, I have the thief's fingerprints

and thought he might be a patient here.

Inspector, I must protest!

Three other of your patients have been robbed

in very similar circumstances in the last three months.

It's possible the thief is making contact here.

- Impossible! - Who is this man?

His name is William Smart.

Mr. Randall, there's a man creeping up behind you, hit him!

Again!

Steady, Jeff! Now left!

As I thought. No William Smart.

I must get back to my patient. You will excuse me?

Left!

Well done, Randall. I will make you a world champion.

Dankeschon.

Sorry, Jeff!

Come on, Randall, give him a right cross.

Now!

Forward march!

Halt! Take up position.

I keep hitting him, guv'nor. He doesn't lay down!

- Hit him again! - This'll be tricky.

Mr. Randall, you are a karate expert.

- Black belt! - Belt the big one first!

Get ready... block! Stomach! Head!

Well done! Block!

Sorry, Jeff, I can't talk fast enough.

- That's the way. - Attack!

- You see... - Ahhh!

Oh, no! Concentrate, Jeff. All right, try this.

Randall, I want you to fight like ten men!

Randall, stop!

'What on Earth...!'

What's going on? Who are you?

What...? What on Earth's going on?!

I could ask you the same question.

Jeff! Jeff, you're back!

Look out, Jeff!

Just one more thing, Dr. Con...

Marty, what's going on?

We haven't time.

- Why are you talking like that? - It's a long story.

Get the police - and get some pants!

- The police? - Police?

- Yes, come on, Jeff! - Yes, the police!

But, I...

How did you get onto Conrad in the first place?

- Detection, inspector. - Working for a client.

I was working for a client.

- Who? - Mind your own business.

Mind...

I'm unable to reveal their name.

- Coward. - All right...

But all this about a ghost and convincing Conrad you were...

- Watch it, Sherlock! - Sorry, Jeff.

- It was my fault. - And mine. I pushed Jeannie.

- Well... - A set-up, you rigged it all.

Well, I arranged it. Sorry, but nobody had to suspect.

- I don't believe it. - Neither do I.

- It's hard, I admit. - You knew what we'd do?

I took a chance.

You really are a very good detective.

There's a lot about this I don't understand, Randall.

Don't worry, Inspector. We all have our own methods.

I feel very low. Can you forgive me?

You can start your penance right now,

- by having dinner with me. - You never change.

Both of you.

Good night, Inspector.

That's right, go on, enjoy yourselves!

Are you coming, Marty?

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