(upbeat music)
(dramatic music)
(bells chiming)
(trumpet fanfare)
(birds chirping)
(chickens clucking)
(bells chiming)
- Perhaps the Russian,
Pavlov, was the instigator
of these techniques.
But in my opinion
viewed in retrospect
and in the light of my more
enlightened experience,
Pavlov and his famous
dogs would be seen
to be no more than a circus act.
But the surface has only
been scratched.
There still remain a
million unanswered questions
on the subject of
conditioned behavior.
A million unanswered questions.
(knife thudding)
But the surface has only
been scratched.
There still remain a
million unanswered questions
on the subject of
conditioned behavior.
(bell ringing)
(man groaning)
(dramatic music)
(knife thudding)
(bright music)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(birds chirping)
(train whooshing)
- Allow me.
Helga Muller.
- Yes.
- Tim Hunter.
- Sylvia Dee.
- So it seems the we're
the privileged few.
- And such a privilege.
Professor Carnaby is one of
the greatest psychologists,
invited to his home for
a whole week.
When this came I could
hardly believe it.
- Well I didn't.
I thought some of the
boys were having me on.
Carnaby hardly ever
meets anyone.
I still don't believe it.
- Well it has happened before
- Yeah?
- Yes.
I think about once a year
he invites a few students
to his home.
It's a bit like a seminar,
you know,
where you study and
learn and ask questions.
- From the master.
- It's strange though.
I wonder how we were chosen.
I mean out of all the
thousands of students. why us?
- Well who cares so
long as he has.
I must say I can't
wait to meet him.
- Nor me.
What year are you in?
- Oh, I graduate this year.
- And you?
- [Tim] I won't be taking
my finals till next year.
- And I am only in
my first year.
So there is no
pattern there then.
- Maybe he pulls names
out of a hat.
- Do you think there will
be many of us?
- [Tim] I hope not.
I want to tackle him on
that last paper of his.
- On criminal behavior.
Oh, that was so--
- Radical.
- Yes!
Oh, we are there.
- Professor Carnaby's party?
- That's us.
Cars waiting.
(bright music)
(dramatic music)
This way, please.
- When do we meet
Professor Carnaby?
- Soon.
- It's enormous.
- No wonder he never
leaves this house.
- You could get lost in a
place like this.
- And probably will.
(eerie music)
- Day ones subject have arrive.
Two girls and a man, the
man looks fit and strong.
That's good.
The girls of course
are very pretty
which is why I chose them.
(dramatic music)
- Oh Sylvia there you are.
Goodness knows where
I would have ended up.
The rooms are
beautiful aren't they?
- Aren't they fantastic.
- Mine has a view clear
across the grounds.
- Oh lucky you.
Too bad you won't get a
chance to see it.
No, when will we meet
him do you think?
- I don't know.
Slattery, Michael Slattery.
- Hello, Sylvia Dee.
- Hello, Helga Muller.
Are you a student too?
- Oh hardly, a bit long
in the tooth.
No, I'm just a wooly
old journalist
- Oh, that Slattery.
You write for Momentous
magazine, don't you?
- Yeah, sometimes.
- Oh you wrote that feature
on Professor Carnaby.
it was very good.
It really got under the
skin of the man.
- Oh, not as much as I hope to.
oh that's why I'm here.
Hoping to badger the old man
into letting me write
his biography.
- That should make
fascinating reading.
- Mm, so should the
royalty checks.
- Ah you say we'll meet
him at dinner?
- Yes, that's the
normal procedure.
I'll see you then.
- Okay.
- Mm-hm, he's rather nice.
It's going to be quite a week.
What are you gonna wear?
- I think I'll wear
my brown dress.
(woman screaming)
- That's the normal
procedure too.
The professor has some fantastic
tapes, weird, actual cases.
See you later.
- Yeah, well see you dinner.
- See you later.
- I'll see you downstairs.
(dramatic music)
- Oh.
Thank you.
(man chattering)
- Professor.
(Sylvia gasps)
- Oh, you frightened me.
Is something wrong?
(eerie music)
- The dining room's this way
if you all follow me, miss.
(gentle music)
- Here you are Tim,
- That's fine, thank you.
- [Micheal] How's that?
- Sorry I'm late, my
zipper broke.
Whoa.
- Yes it's, uh, pretty
impressive isn't it.
The fruits of insanity.
Well the professor's
work paid for all this.
Sherry, Silvia?
- Mm, yes please.
Is Professor
Carnegie on his way?
Don't worry, he'll be
down in a moment.
He wouldn't turn up till he
was certain you were all here.
He has a taste for
the theatrical,
loves to make an entrance.
(gently chiming bells)
Duh, dah.
- Good evening.
- Good evening, sir.
- Timothy Tim hunter isn't it.
Glad you could make it, Tim.
I wouldn't miss meeting
you for the world, sir.
- You must be Sylvia Dee.
You're very pretty, my dear.
- Thank you, Professor.
- Helga Muller, our
little German friend.
Delighted to meet you.
Delighted to meet you all.
May I offer a toast to
enlightenment.
- Enlightenment.
- Won't you sit down?
Sylvie, you here, my
dear Timothy.
- Sir.
- Allow me.
- Thank you.
- Professor will there be
an opportunity
to discuss your last
paper, Criminal Behavior?
- Oh, it's open house here.
I hope there'll be
many questions.
- And your new work, sir.
Will we learn anything of that?
- Now we mustn't
rush things Tim,
except perhaps dinner, Boz.
I hope you all like borsch.
- You like her don't you?
The American girl.
You really like her.
Well I'll let you into a secret.
The professor told me
she's yours.
(George laughing)
(eerie music)
That means that the
little one is mine.
- The conditioned response
such as may be achieved
by brainwashing for example,
is merely the extension
of natural phenomenon.
- [Sylvia] Natural phenomena?
- Well the dog that seeks
out the b*tch in season,
what could be more
natural than that?
- Well yes but that's instinct.
- Yes, but the dog can
be conditioned
to avoid the b*tch in season
and once that conditioning
has been accepted
its responses are as
automatic as the way
in which you withdraw
from the flame.
- I don't think I
agree with that.
- No?
- Well I don't.
I mean Tim withdrew
but that's because that's
a sensible thing to do.
Isn't it.
I mean that's an
autonomic response, right?
It's a retreat from pain.
- You think so?
- Yes.
- Boz.
Perhaps I should explain
that Boz here came
to me as a patient.
He was a very sick man,
isn't that so?
- Yes, Professor.
- He's been a very useful
and willing subject
for my experiments.
His problem was, well
we won't go into that,
but it was a very big problem.
I have endeavored to
recondition him
to give him a whole new
set of responses.
- Here comes the party trick.
- I have managed to eradicate
his antisocial instincts
and substitute a whole new set.
It's had some very
curious side effects.
Boz.
(eerie music)
(dramatic buzzing)
- Stop it!
- Oh, I've upset you.
But there's no need to be upset.
Boz is quite unhurt, aren't you?
- [Boz] Yes, professor.
- Oh, I'm, I'm terribly sorry.
- No need to be sorry.
You are merely suffering
from a conditioned response.
Revulsion and horror in the face
of another human being
apparently being hurt.
It's a very good response.
If more people felt as you do,
the world would be a
better place.
- You didn't hypnotize him.
- That would be cheating
and quite useless.
No I merely taught on a
whole new set of principles.
- So his problem or
whatever it was, has gone?
- Almost.
- That's really something,
Professor Carnaby.
- Now we've talked
enough about me.
What about you, eh?
Timothy, do you want to
practice or to teach?
- Well I wish to pass
my exams first.
- Helga what made you want
to study the human mind?
- Oh, I suppose it was
the orphanage.
- [Carnaby] Oh?
- Yes I was brought
up an orphan.
But by good people,
informed people.
They helped me a lot
and encouraged me
to take an interest in others.
(dramatic music)
- [Carnaby] I approve.
Boz, more cognac.
- Oh no sir, really, I.
- Oh nonsense.
Tonight we relax, tomorrow
we get down to work, hey.
- [Timothy] Right sir.
- Brandy?
- Yes, Professor.
(man coughing)
- Who knows, tonight may be
your lucky night. (laughing)
Could be tonight.
- Ladies and gentlemen, it's
been a delightful evening
but you have one very grave
and decided advantage
over me in years.
So if you'll forgive me,
I'll see you in the morning.
No, no, please remain.
Help yourselves to brandy.
Good night.
- Good night, sir.
- Oh and by the way my usual fee
for a lecture is 500 guineas.
(all laughing)
- What an evening.
- I've been trying to
remember every word he said.
- They'll never believe
this back at college.
- Three whole hours.
And he usually only gives
interviews for 10 minutes.
- Five if you're lucky.
- We certainly are.
- He liked you.
- You think so?
- I'm sure of it.
- Oh, I'm so pleased.
- Look I've got some work
to do before I go to sleep
so if you'll excuse me
I'll say goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Tim is your father a
psychologist?
- He was but he was k*lled
in a car accident a few
years back with my mother.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I understand how you
feel though.
I don't have any parents either.
(dramatic music)
I wonder if, I wonder if
that could be the link.
- Link?
- Yes, the reason we
were chosen.
None of us have any parents.
- But, uh, why?
What possible reason?
- (sighs) I don't know.
(people chattering)
(light classical music)
- I don't need mine, Professor,
I'm cured.
- There are women in the house.
- But I, I am cured.
- Go to your bed, go to sleep.
Lock him in.
- [Boz] Good night, miss.
- Oh, good night.
- You're not giving
Aldrich is injection?
- No, I'm not.
- But he's an animal without it.
An animal.
- That's how I want him tonight.
(faint classical music)
(bright classical music)
(ominous music)
- Professor.
- Tim.
Sorry to disturb you.
Knew you wouldn't want
to miss this.
I'm about to conduct a
practical experiment,
thought you might like
to come along.
- Yes, of course sir.
- Look, I'd be grateful if you
didn't make too much noise.
The girls, you know.
- No.
- Don't want them
to think I'm showing
any favoritism.
Laboratory's upstairs.
- Yes, sir.
(eerie music)
What kind of experiment is it,
sir?
- The physiology of violence.
Imagine, Tim, the
knowledge to be gained
from the precise study
of the murderers attack
at the moment of attack.
To be able to assess the
k*ller as he makes his attack.
Heart beat, respiration,
an encephalographic of
brain activity.
Wouldn't that be a breakthrough,
Tim?
- Fantastic, sir, but.
- It's a breakthrough I
have achieved.
- But?
(alarm ringing)
It can only ever be simulated?
Can't it?
(dramatic music)
(alarm ringing)
- Aldrich.
- What the!
(dramatic intense music)
(tape whirring)
- [Carnaby] Attack to the
throat initially, issue's on.
The need to squeeze is
very interesting.
Requires further investigation.
Heartbeat increasing rapidly,
respiration fast and shallow.
Heartbeats reaching
climactic phase.
Extraordinary power.
Autopsy will no doubt
reveal many broken ribs.
And now the need to shatter.
Infant eye response is
followed by remorse and drama.
Respiration reaching
plateau phase.
The story, the strength of demon
proportions I would say.
If I believed in demons.
(eerie dramatic music)
- Morning are you
studying or snooping?
- I knew I was right.
Look, Jorg Kesselheim, you
must have heard of him.
- Kesselheim, the m*rder*r?
- Yeah, he escaped from
Bavaria about six years ago.
There was a worldwide manhunt.
- Yes, I remember.
So what?
- I think I've seen
him last night.
- Where?
- Here in this house.
- Oh, don't be silly.
- Kesselheim or his double.
- His double?
That's more like it.
- Morning.
- Morning,, may I?
M y god, they are
alike aren't they.
- Who?
- Well, George, George
Thibedon, that's who you saw.
He's a sort of secretary c*m
librarian to Professor Carnaby.
He's the spitting image
of Kesselheim.
I remember now the
professor telling me
that while all that hue
and cry was going on,
poor old George was
arrested three times.
You know, it got so bad
he had to carry a letter
of identification around
with him stating
that he wasn't Kesselheim.
Breakfast?
- Mm.
- You've got a good
memory for faces.
- [Helga] Yes.
- Good morning, Professor.
- Morning.
I'm an early bird.
Lot to do today.
Sleep well?
- Like a log.
- Where's Tim?
- Oh, Tim is not too
well I'm afraid.
Must have been the
brandy or something.
Woke me up in the
middle of the night.
Terrible stomach pains.
I prescribe something,
he'll be fine.
- Should I take him
up some coffee?
- No, no, no, still sleeping.
Anyway, Boz will look
after him, won't you?
- Yes, Professor.
- Now then, grapefruit
or orange juice?
(bright eerie music)
(dramatic music)
- That Aldrich.
He's an animal.
An animal.
There but for the grace of God.
- And the professor.
- These encephalographs
are utterly indispensable.
To be able to actually see
brain activity.
- Yes, but, unless you
know exactly the activity
of the patient, well
like this one.
Was the patient reading a
poem or doing his income tax
or murdering somebody?
It makes a difference.
- I hardly think reading a poem.
- Tremendous mental activity.
Some kind of feat, Professor?
- There are no references
to any of the patients here.
- Well there will be when George
gets round to filing them.
- That's the man you
thought was Kesselheim.
- Yes, as a matter of fact
when they were looking
for Kesselheim.
- Yes sir, Mr. Slattery
already told us.
- They kept arresting George.
- Yes.
- Did they ever find him,
Professor?
- You know, I don't
believe they did.
Oh Sylvia,
these should be more specific.
Documented case histories.
(bell ringing)
These should be of particular
interest to both of you.
People of your own age,
psychotically disturbed,
suppressions, repressions,
(eerie music)
Oh.
(dramatic music)
Misunderstanding old chap,
I didn't ring.
(bright classical music)
So you'll go back to
your kitchen, eh.
- Oh, very sorry sir.
- Oh, that's perfectly
all right, Boz.
- [Sylvia] Music soothes the
savage breast, Professor.
- Well it helps to
relax the mind.
Make your minds more receptive
to the earth-shaking theories
I am about to propound.
(George laughing)
- A little reversion, did we?
- They, th-th-they
rang the bell.
Somebody, somebody
rang the bell.
- Did they? (laughing)
You've got bells on the
brain do you know that?
Bells on the brain. (laughing)
- Nothing wrong with
shoes either?
- [George] (groaning) Give
that back to me, it's mine!
- Looks clean enough to me.
Almost cleaned away I'd say.
You almost see your face in it.
Always assuming you'd
want to see your face.
- Give it back to me
What, what did you have
to do that for?
(groaning) I'm gonna
clean them all over again.
- It's good for you.
Occupational therapy.
(Micheal sighing)
- Tim, Tim.
- [Boz] He isn't there miss.
Mr. Hunter was taken
to hospital.
- Hospital?
- Yes, those stomach
pains turned out
to be acute appendicitis.
- Poor Tim.
How long will you be in?
- Oh, a couple of days a week.
- I think we should
go and see him,
cheer him up a bit.
- Yes, in a day or two's time.
- He's gonna miss this
whole seminar.
- Oh don't you worry.
I'll make it up to him.
- Must have been awfully quick.
I didn't hear an
ambulance or anything.
- No, Boz drove him there.
Thought it was the quickest way.
You two were
dressing for dinner.
No point in disturbing
you I thought.
Wine, Sylvia?
- Mm, yes please.
- Slattery?
- Mm, thank you.
- [Carnaby] I put good claret
in the same category as music,
Silvia.
(dramatic music)
It opens the mind.
- Unless you have too
much then it closes it.
- Cheers, Professor.
(eerie music)
- All right.
- She drunk it.
(George laughing)
- I think far too much
stress is placed
upon the treatment of
mental patients
not enough of on
prevention techniques.
- [Helga] You're looking
for a universal panacea
to prevent mental disturbances?
- I have refined a hypnotic drug
which overrides the responses.
Once I've ensures the
conditioning has been accepted,
why it's--
(Sylvia groaning)
- Sylvia!
- Are you all right?
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
(moans) It must be the wine.
- We only had one glass.
- Oh perhaps she's overtired.
I've been working them
very hard today.
Perhaps you should go to bed,
my dear.
- Yes, Professor.
- Boz?
- Oh dear I feel so silly.
- Oh nonsense.
Boz, will you take Miss
Dee to her room?
- No, please, I'm fine.
- Should I go up with you?
- No, Helga, you stay I don't
want to ruin you evening.
Good night.
- Goo night.
- Good night, Sylvia.
Oh sit down my dear.
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
- [Helga] That may
well be professor
but it cuts right
across all the work
that has been done
in this field.
- Well put aside the old--
(Micheal yawning)
- Oh I'm sorry.
I'm a bit sleepy myself.
If you don't mind I think
I'll go to bed.
- Off you go, Slattery.
- Good night, Helga.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Then there was one.
(Micheal yawning)
- Good night, Boz. (yawning)
- How long will it be?
- Soon.
- It's alright for
you and Aldrich.
You had your injections.
- That's the whole point of
the experiment, isn't it?
That you are as you are.
Self-doubts?
- No, (laughs) I'm fine.
I'm better than you.
I'm cured.
- You know, Helga,
it occurs to me you haven't yet
seen the laboratory earlier.
Of course you may find
it dull and academic.
- Oh, I'd love to see it.
- Then you shall,
this very moment.
Come along.
(door thuds)
The laboratory's on
the top floor.
- Pull yourself together, man.
It's time.
Professor Carnaby?
- Yes?
- There's a phone call for you,
sir.
It's the Boston Clinic.
- Oh dear, George there?
- Mm.
- Yes, professor.
Will you show Miss
Muller upstairs.
Won't be long but George
would be very informative.
Back as soon as I can.
- This way, please.
(eerie music)
- 10:40, initial test has begun.
The girl, Helga Mahler is now
alone with Jorg Kesselheim.
If he can stay in
control for five minutes,
he will remain in control.
And I will have affected a cure.
Five minutes.
- Laboratory's upstairs, miss.
- Thank you.
- Please.
(dramatic music)
- What is along here?
- Therapy rooms.
(Helga screaming)
(intense dramatic music)
- Failure.
Complete failure.
- I, I didn't touch her.
- Boz?
- Lacerations.
Bruising, neck broken.
- You didn't touch her, hm?
- I, I don't remember.
I swear to you I don't remember.
I'd left her alone for
a few moments.
She wandered down the corridor.
She went into that room and
then I heard her scream,
and then,
- And then she was
lying at your feet.
- Yes, but I don't
remember touching her.
- You didn't touch her because
you're cured, aren't you.
Take him to his room.
Lock him in.
Total failure.
(Sylvia groaning)
(birds chirping)
- I feel as many of
my patients do.
I struggle between
logic and emotion.
My logic tells me that
Kesselheim's relapse was partly
to be expected.
Yet I'm bitterly disappointed.
I was so sure, so certain
that Kesselheim was ready.
So sure of success.
This failure means that the
next test is utterly crucial.
It is vitally important
to me and my researchers
that Bostyne does not fail
with the American girl.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Did the old man eat?
- Uh, yes.
- How you feeling this morning?
- Huh.
- Yeah, well I woke up with
a granddaddy of a hangover.
Yeah, remind me to stay
off the wine.
Make the coffee black.
- Black.
- Where's Helga?
- Oh, I think she went to
town this morning, early.
Isn't that right, Boz?
- Yes, Miss, with George
to do some shopping.
- That's funny.
I didn't hear the car.
Then this morning I
wasn't seeing
or hearing anything too well.
Mm, where is the professor?
- Working in his study.
- Oh.
- Bostyne can and must succeed.
After all my success with
Aldrich has been phenomenal.
- Sedated he is a normal
charming human being.
Unsedated.
- [George] How long do
I have to stay in here?
- He didn't say.
- [George] Well tell
him it wasn't my fault.
Tell him I,
(clock gently chiming)
- Hello.
- Hello.
- It's eight o'clock.
- Uh-huh.
- There are can't be any
shops open now, can there?
Helga's been gone all day.
- Oh, she probably got lost.
- No, George was with her.
Michael?
- Hm?
- How long have you been here?
- Oh, sometime.
I came to interview the old man,
persuaded him to let
me stay on and observe.
He doesn't know it yet
but I've almost finished
drafting the shape
of his biography.
I'll twist his arm yet.
- Well during that time
have any other students come
to stay here?
- What are you getting at?
(dramatic music)
- I don't know.
It's just, I woke up this
morning with such a hangover.
And it couldn't have
been the wine.
I only had one glass.
Anyway it didn't feel
like a hangover.
- You're lucky.
My head was split in two halves.
- Well you didn't drink
that much did you.
- [Micheal] Enough I suppose.
- Well, I felt as if
I'd had sleeping pills.
I was really groggy.
- Couldn't have been pills,
could it.
- [Sylvia] Well I
don't suppose so.
- Look, I've got type some
of this up before dinner
so I'll see you later, eh.
(eerie music)
(Sylvia sighing)
(Boz whistling tunelessly)
- Boz.
How's Kesselheim?
- Still sticking to his story.
- Doesn't remember.
- Mm.
We'd better start investigating.
Take him right back through it.
I'll need you until I'm sure
he's classified as dangerous.
(dramatic music)
(bright music)
(dramatic intense music)
Now Kesselheim, we can go
through the events once more.
- A, B, K.
Aldrich, Bostyne, Kesselheim.
- It's as I told you before.
I'd let her alone for
a few moments.
She wandered down the corridor
and went into the room alone.
- You're blocking
Kesselheim, you're blocking.
- No.
- I'm very displeased.
You know what that means.
We may have to withhold
your treatment indefinitely.
(dramatic music)
- Micheal!
Micheal!
(eerie music)
(Micheal whistling)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(intense music)
- Don't forget the doors.
Preliminary report.
Subject refused, uncooperative.
I've decided withhold
treatment indefinitely.
This of course will make
him very dangerous indeed
as he reverts to
homicidal tendencies.
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
Something we've forgotten,
isn't there.
- [Boz] are you gonna
run my test next?
- [Carnaby] Of course.
(dramatic intense music)
(Sylvia gasping)
(intense music)
(Sylvia gasping)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
- Micheal!
Oh Micheal, thank god!
- What's the matter?
- Helga is dead.
- What?
- She was m*rder*d!
Come.
She was right there.
She was right there
just a few minutes ago.
Michael, I swear to you,
she'd been m*rder*d.
Bostyne, Kesselheim,
Aldrich they're all K*llers
and they're in this house.
- Boz.
Aldrich has been out
thinking us.
- Hm?
- His sedation.
He isn't sedated at all.
This is water.
- Then Kesselheim was
telling the truth.
He didn't k*ll that girl.
It was Aldrich.
- Where is Aldrich?
- Uh I haven't seen him
for some time.
- And the American girl?
- Lock all the doors and
shutters, switch off the phone.
I want the house sealed.
- Michael, please, you
have to believe me.
He has clippings on each case.
I've seen them.
They escaped from
criminal asylums.
Look, Carnaby would have access
to places like that,
wouldn't he?
He probably helped him escape.
- [Micheal] Why would
he do a thing like that?
- I don't know.
For his experiments.
You don't believe a
word I'm saying.
I'm gonna prove it to you.
Kesselheim is in the next room.
- You mean George?
- No, I mean Kesselheim.
- Ah there you are.
I've been looking for
you everywhere.
What are you doing up here?
I was, um, trying a psychologica
experiment Professor,
to see just how far the
press could be deceived.
- Well you are welcome to see
all my facilities of course
but I do prefer the
official tour.
Some very delicate
experimentation going on here.
I'd be ruined.
And Slattery, this isn't
your domain at all.
- Oh, no sir.
- It was, uh,
all my fault professor.
I'm sorry.
(eerie music)
- Sylvia (coughs).
- I think I'd like a
drink before dinner.
Hair of the dog.
Michael?
- Ah yes.
You found my weakness.
- Well if you'll forgive
me I'll join you later.
- How about the drink.
What would you like Sylvia,
brandy?
- I don't want a drink, I
want to get out of here.
That's not my
imagination it's locked!
The front door's locked too.
- There's nothing
sinister about that.
Boz often locks up at
about this time.
(Sylvia gasping)
- Oh Micheal, for god's sake,
you've gotta believe me oh
we're gonna end up dead!
(phone clicking)
Tape recorder.
- My god, I really do
need a drink.
- They were upstairs.
I found them upstairs.
- Upstairs?
Everything else all right.
- Yes it was all right but we
can't afford to take chances.
Break it down.
- What!
- I locked them in.
- [Micheal] You did what!
- No, Michael you're gonna
listen to this.
- [Carnaby] Day one
subjects have arrived.
Two girls, one man.
The man looks fit and strong.
That is good.
(door thudding faintly)
This girls of course are
both very pretty
which is why I chose them.
(door thudding)
It is vitally important
to me and my researchers
that Bostyne does not fail
with the American girl.
- That's me.
They've k*lled Helga and Tim.
Do you believe me now?
Michael!
- That door isn't gonna
hold much longer.
- Micheal, Micheal!
(dramatic music)
(men groaning)
- Sylvia, here.
(eerie music)
- Sylvia?
- He's going on up.
It's a maze up there.
He'll be searching for ages.
- Boz is downstairs.
He'll have the keys.
- Wait, wait, we'll get out.
But we've got to do it right.
Wait til Carnaby gets
further away.
- Sylvia.
Miss Dee, answer me.
Answer me, you're in
terrible danger.
- What's he saying?
- Sh, sh, doesn't matter,
we'll move soon.
- You're with Slattery.
But he isn't Slattery.
The real Slattery was k*lled
by the man you're with now.
By Aldrich.
- Imagine tying to get
away with it.
- You hear me?
He's k*lled many times.
Tim Hunter, Helga,
he'll k*ll again.
Sylvia do you hear me?
Miss Dee, answer me.
You're with Aldrich,
Martin Aldrich.
He's a k*ller.
- So that's his ploy,
divide and conquer.
- If you trust him, if
you think him sane
that's a tribute to my
work, to my researches.
I've given the face of normality
but beneath that
exterior he's a k*ller
and he'll k*ll you.
- Don't listen to him.
- Run from him before
it's too late.
- Shouldn't we make a move now?
- Not yet.
You haven't kissed me yet.
(dramatic music)
(Sylvia screaming)
- It's Aldrich.
We've got to stop him.
(Sylvia screaming)
(Micheal groaning)
(dramatic music)
(Micheal yelling)
(dramatic music)
(Micheal groaning)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(Sylvia gasping)
(dramatic intense music)
(footsteps thudding)
(Sylvia screaming)
(dramatic intense music)
- Oh!
- Aldrich.
(g*n firing)
(George laughing)
(Micheal groaning)
(bell ringing)
(dramatic intense music)
(Sylvia moaning)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic intense music)
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04x05 - A k*ller in Every Corner
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