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I lay, looking at the ceiling.

I lay, floating like a cloud.

I floated up,

touched the ceiling...

and it was gone...

melting in a roaring crowd.

I-I finished, Dr. Hamill.

Lois,

that was very good.

Do you have another one?

No.

Perhaps tomorrow.

Well, I see our reading
time is over, at any rate,

and those of you who are going

on the outing tomorrow
will need your rest.

That will be all for tonight.

Thank you.

Susan,

I have a small surprise for you.

Would you like
to see what it is?

Come on.

It's in my room.

Susan,

I wondered where you went.

- Susan, what's wrong?
- Oh.

It's Mr. Collins.

Help! Somebody help! Help!

We need help!

Floating like a leaf,

a butterfly.

That's another good image
for you, don't you think?

The manta ray's one of
the largest of the family,

over 20 feet, and
yet very gentle.

It's called a devilfish.

Well, yes, by some.

Now let's take a
look at the dolphins.

Robert, you're always
such a great help.

Come on, now, try to
have a good time, huh?

Paul, Susan,

let's keep up with the group.

Susan, it's all right.

Here, you hold this until
I come back, all right?

Don't be afraid. I'll
take care of everything.

Paul, come back!

- Dr. Rabb...
- Stay with the group.

Gene, it's useless.

We'd better notify the police.

Excuse me, could
I talk to you for...

Sure.

My name is Paul Bierce.

My current address is 300
Lake Street, San Francisco.

Uh, you'll need that, right?

Why don't you sit
down, Mr. Bierce?

What can I do for you?

I'd like to report a homicide.

It occurred last
night about 8:45.

Same address.

Last night? Why didn't
you come here earlier?

Uh, I know it sounds strange,

but this is the first
chance I've had.

You saw somebody get killed?

Yes.

We didn't see who did it,

but the victim's name
was Max Collins.

He was put into a
tub and drowned,

murdered.

You said "we." Who's "we"?

This girl and I, Susan.

Look, I'm... I'm not a crank, I
just want somebody to know

what's going on in there.
- It's okay, just...

I understand, just take it easy.
What is Susan's last name?

Does that matter? She
can't tell you anything.

Why not?

Because she can't, that's all.

Uh, Mr. Bierce, this
is Lieutenant Stone.

Mr. Bierce is
reporting a homicide.

They said it was an
accident, but I know it wasn't.

- They? Who are they?
- Those people, where I stay.

At 300 Lake Street? Would that
be the Rabb Psychiatric Home?

You work there?

Or are you a patient there?

I came here to tell you
a man was murdered,

and he's not the only one.
There have been others.

No, that's all right,
son. Take it easy now.

Let's step in my office
and talk this over, shall we?

You think I'm
crazy, but I'm not.

I thought I could trust you.

Hey!

Easy, easy, easy,
nobody's gonna hurt you.

They will! You don't know!

We're trying to help
you, son. Call Dr. Rabb.

No. It was him.

It had to be. He
had the only key.

- Who, Dr. Rabb?
- Yes, he killed him.

You just told me you didn't
know who did it, remember?

I know, but it had to
be him. It had to be.

Please don't send me
back. He'll kill me, too.

Please...

don't hurt... hurt me...

Relax, Paul. Go to sleep.

He was doing so well.

I'm sorry, Doctor, I should've
watched him more carefully.

It's my fault.

I recommended we
take him off medication.

It seems we're all culpable.

Whatever he saw last
night, he shouldn't have.

It shouldn't have happened.

Jonas, you're not responsible.

The custodian left that
door unlocked, he admitted it.

When I questioned him,

he was so confused, he
didn't know what he did.

One of us should
have checked that door.

Of course.

Dr. Hamill, I'm not blaming you.

I know the staff
works long, hard hours,

but there's simply no excuse
for what happened last night.

I don't think turning this place

into a prison is the answer.

Killed... three people...

I can't imagine
what set him off.

Shall I remove the restraints?

No.

No, we'll do it later.

I'll wait until
he's fully under.

Gotta tell somebody I know.

Paul, you can tell
me in the morning.

Now just go to sleep.

Aah!

Headquarters to 8-1,

we have an urgent
call, Inspector Sawyer.

- 8-1 responding. MAN:
8-1, call county morgue.

Victim D.O.A., probable
suicide... Paul William Bierce.

- 10-4.
- Wait a minute... Bierce...

That was the guy...
- That's the guy who told us

that he was gonna get killed,
and we didn't believe him.

Well, let's get
over to the morgue.

Heart measurements,

right ventricle,

0.4.

Left ventricle,

1.4 centimeters.

Tricuspid,

13.0.

Pulmonic, eight.

Mitral...

Who reported it?

Dr. Rabb.

- Notify the parents?
- Mm-hmm.

What kind of
tranquilizer was he given?

Phenobarbital, 100 milligrams.

100?

Come on, let's go.

You telling me with all those
tranquilizers in his system,

he got out of bed
and hung himself?

Steve, that's what the
doctor says happened.

Well, I don't buy it.

Well, Mike, I checked
with the hospital.

The old man's
drowning was accidental.

All the staff doctors agree.
- Well, maybe they had to.

Look, there's two deaths out
there we know about, right?

Bierce said there could be more.
- Yeah.

I want a report on every death

at the Rabb institute
since it opened.

I don't care if the patient
was hit with a bolt of lightning,

I want that report.

And, Steve, let's you and
I call Lenny Murcheson.

Maybe he can tell us
something about, uh, Dr. Rabb.

Just because I'm in the business

doesn't mean I know
every other shrink in town.

So you're telling me you don't
know a thing about Jonas Rabb?

I didn't say that. He's
only been in the state

about three years, but his
psychiatric journal articles

are very impressive, especially
for new chemotherapy techniques.

Then why are all his
patients dying, Lenny?

Sawyer's report...

Two other patients
dead, six months apart.

And all certified as natural.

And what about Bierce's suicide?

That's typical of a
manic-depressive.

They seem their most rational

when they've
decided to end it all.

Lenny, have you ever heard
of Huntington's Chorea?

It's a degenerative
nerve disease... fatal.

Right, that's what
Max Collins had.

He had it in its latter
stages. He was catatonic.

Now does it seem likely
that he would walk into a room

and just drop into a pool?

Unlikely, but possible.

He's been spoon-fed for
the last two years of his life.

They can have lucid moments,
even ambulatory periods,

right up to the end.

That's the wrong
answer for you, huh?

It doesn't help, no.

Let me ask you something...

What possible motive could
Rabb have for killing anyone?

Well, we don't know yet.

All the ties we have so far
were the patients who died,

except for Bierce,

is that they were
classified as hopeless.

Any complaints
from the next of kin?

Well, we're checking
that out. Listen, look,

I don't know
where else to start.

I think I do. Now Bierce
mentioned a girl named Susan.

He said she was with him at
the time, she saw what happened.

What would happen
if I tried to be with her?

Oh, wait a minute now.

Are you thinking
of going undercover

in that mental institution?

Yeah.

Well, now, just
between you and me,

you're crazy.

Well, then that makes
me a natural, right?

Listen, Lenny, isn't there some
way to fake a mental illness,

you know, for me to
get past admissions?

Why, they'll spot
you in five minutes.

Paranoia should be the
easiest psychosis to imitate,

especially for a cop.

Do you think the
captain will okay this?

That first evaluation,

they'll be looking
right down your throat.

- I think I could fix that.
- How?

There's a shot I could give you.

It would put you in fantasy
land for at least 12 hours.

The effects would
be indistinguishable

from an amphetamine overdosage.

Well, what kind of effects?

Very unpleasant.

I just didn't know
what to do, doctor.

- Mr. Stone.
- You see, his folks

are still in Europe, and I
couldn't leave him alone

like that, you know.

Your nephew's going to be
in good hands, don't worry.

Well, I wish I could
give you the authority

to take care of him,
but you know how it is.

Dr. Murcheson said that
it was only temporary.

That's all right, we've got
other custodial patients.

We'll take good care of him.

No!

No, no...

No!

No, no!

Let me out of here, No!

Don't worry, we'll
take good care of him.

No! Please don't!

How do you feel this morning?

How would you feel?

Do you like your room?

Oh, I love it. I just love it.

What's all this for?

Routine evaluation.

You're not my doctor.

You like Dr. Murcheson?
- No.

And why should I? He and
my uncle got me in here.

All right, Steve,

uh, this is called T.A.T.,

Thematic Apperception Test.

Listen, I want you to
go through these cards

and pick out one, and
make up a story about it,

and tell me what it is.

Uh, hold it.

Now this one, uh,

what do you think it is?

A man pushing a kid.

Well, they're holding
out their hands.

Maybe they're
trying to help him.

They just want to
make you believe that.

Do you think adults
are trying to hurt the kid?

Well, somebody's
in it for somethin',

just like you.

You want to keep me
committed here, don't you?

Why would I want that?

Huh? A little green stuff,

the little money I get
from my grandfather,

and you and my
uncle get to keep it.

We're trying to help you.

Come on, Doctor.

Do I gotta take this now?

No, no, we can do it tomorrow.

I'll have Gene Watson
take you on the grand tour,

get you settled in.

On the right there is
occupational therapy.

Down there is the dining room.

Are you a doctor?

Physical Therapist.

You really dig this, don't you?

Look, Henderson,

what do you say we
have an understanding?

I won't try to con you,

and you try to learn the one
rule we have around here.

Which is what?

Care...

Care about others,

care about yourself.

Come on, I want to
show you something else.

This is our rec room.

You can read,

watch TV, play cards.

Dr. Hamill. DR. HAMILL: Yes?

This is Steve Henderson. I
was just showing him around.

- Hey.
- Hello.

Is it all right if I
call you Steve?

Yeah.

Would you like to meet
some of the others?

Yeah, I guess.

Come on.

This is Robert.

Robert, this is Steve Henderson.

Robert's a very fine carpenter.

Yeah,

he's very, very friendly, too.

And this is Susan.

She's one of our oldest friends.

Who's that?

Oh, that's our other
Susan. Susan Howard.

Steve, she may not respond.

She doesn't to most people.

- You mean to me?
- No, I don't mean that.

According to your record, you
were a grade school teacher,

so if I tell you that
Susan is a schizophrenic,

you'll know what I mean.

Almost nonverbal.

She's recently had some,
well, unpleasantness in her life.

Well, that makes two of us.

I can try, can't I?

Yes.

Susan? This is Steve Henderson.

He's new here, and
he'd like to meet you.

Hi.

That your radio?
That's a nice radio.

I used to have one
that was just like that.

Oh, Susan.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

You broke it. You broke it!

- I didn't do anything.
- It was an accident, Robert.

You stay away from her.

What are you blaming
me for? I didn't do anything!

You just leave me alone!

All of you, just leave me alone!

On October 1st,

Peter Collins withdrew
$20,000 from savings,

two weeks before
his grandfather died.

What about the Abrams family?

They left the state last year
with no forwarding address.

But a Mr. and Mrs. John
Wilcox are still local residents.

Her Uncle Henry died last May,

and her records show

a withdrawal of $10,000 in June.

Mm-hmm.

Show him Rabb's bank account.

This is a photostat.

The hospital account's
under the doctor's name.

Here the balance
goes to almost zero,

then there's a $10,000 deposit.

Over here, same
thing, and then again,

bang, another happy
deposit, $20,000.

Withdrawals by the next of kin,

deposits by Rabb.

Now that's motive enough.

What, murder for profit? No way.

Well, you know he's got a
prison record in Illinois, don't you?

Yeah, and you asked me
to check on him, and I did.

Mike, he just
violated a court order.

Look, he ran a halfway
house, reintroducing

disturbed men and
women into society.

It was in a residential area
like the home he has now,

except the patients
were free to come and go.

Neighbors must have loved that.
- Yeah.

So much so they had
Rabb closed down.

He was ordered to vacate,
and went to jail when he refused.

That's how dedicated
he was and is.

Is he trying to do
the same thing here?

Eventually, yeah,
except on a bigger scale.

Well, maybe he bit off a
little more than he can chew.

Lenny, could be a good man,

but so far he's the
only suspect we have.

Sawyer,

check out the
insurance underwriters,

policies to anyone
who died in that hospital.

Hi.

May I come in?

Listen, I'm sorry
about your radio.

Maybe I can fix...

Okay, all right.

I will not touch it if
you don't want me to.

I just thought maybe it
was a couple of loose wires,

and I'd give it a try.

I'll bring it back, I promise.

Where did you get it?

Oh, come on, will you?

It's Susan's. You stole
it. Now you give it back.

She gave it to me. Why
don't you just bug off?

- You give it back.
- Robert, go to your room.

Now.

What's he so strung out about?

Well, he's sort of
adopted Susan.

Feels protective, you know?

He thinks of her
as his daughter.

Hey, maybe if you
think of him as a parent,

the two of you will
get along better.

As a parent?

Are you kidding?

You surprise me, too. I
see you're starting to care.

I don't see how I can help you.

Wouldn't Dr. Rabb be
the person to talk to?

Well, not if you don't
have any misgivings

about your uncle's death.

Misgivings? No,
he died in his sleep.

The last time you saw
him, how did he look?

Oh, same as he looked for years.

He just sat there

in a chair,

unseeing, unfeeling,

hopeless.

Before my uncle got sick,

Lieutenant... Stone?

That's right, Mike Stone.

He was a wonderful man.

When my own father died,

he was a second father to me.

And, uh,

you're satisfied that he was
given the best of treatment?

Oh, Dr. Rabb was
a saint. A saint.

He did everything
he could. We all did.

I have no regrets.

Thank you very much.

Oh, no, I know my way out.

Good-bye.

You're a thief! You hurt people!

Robert, stop it!

Take him to Ward Three.

Let me go! He's a thief!

I told him to stop.

He was stealing.

My daughter.

I killed him!

I killed him! I killed him!

Are you all right?

I killed him! I killed him!

What were you doing here?

Hmm?

All right.

You just go to bed, all right?

Where did they put him?

In isolation.

I don't like it. I want
you out of here.

Come on, stop
worrying. I'll be all right.

He could've killed you. He's
done it before, you know?

Is that why he's in here?

I checked his record.

Six years ago, he was
charged with murder,

but never convicted.

- By reason of insanity.
- That's right.

You know who he killed?
- No, but I can guess.

If he had a daughter, it
must have been the boyfriend.

He had a daughter.

She was raped by a guy who
broke into the house to steal.

When the charges didn't stick,

he took it upon
himself to handle it.

I'll bet you that's how
he handled Bierce, too.

Which leaves us Max
Collins and two other guys

unaccounted for here,

but you don't even care
what happens for me.

You never ever cared
what happened to me!

- Take it easy.
- No, why don't you just bug off?

- All right, come on, come on.
- Just bug off!

Maybe it was my mistake,
but just sit down here.

Come on, sit down.

I may have something.

What?

When I was in Rabb's office,
I saw a letter he had written

to a Mr. and Mrs.
Wilcox thanking them

for their $10,000 contribution.

Did you see the date?

Yeah,

it was almost a month
after the uncle died.

You got somethin'?

Maybe.

Rabb's bank account
had some unusual peaks.

Did you, uh, get a chance
to talk to that Susan yet?

It's tough, Mike,
she's schizoid.

So she doesn't
know what she knows.

Well, she knows Paul.
If I could just reach her.

Yeah, the killer can,
too, so just be careful.

Yeah.

You know, we're not in
control of this situation here.

I can't help you,

but I certainly
can pull the plug.

Yeah, well, you just
don't worry about me.

You worry about yourself.
Just don't worry about me,

because when I get outta
here, I'm gonna see a lawyer,

and you're gonna wish that
you never knew me! That's right!

Huh?

That sounds pretty
good, doesn't it?

Here.

Here you go.

No, no, no,

don't be afraid.

Just wanted to talk
to you for a while.

You don't have to say
anything if you don't want to.

Just listen.

To tell you the truth, uh,

you're the only one I like here.

I really don't have any friends.

Do you?

Who's Paul?

I saw his name scratched
on the bottom of the radio.

Did he give it to you?

But he's not here anymore?

You know what happened to him?

You know, I met Paul once.

Yeah.

He came to see a friend
of mine, a policeman.

You're not afraid of
policemen, are you?

Paul wasn't either.

Except this, um,
this friend of mine,

he's... he's kind
of funny-looking.

Yeah, he's got these, uh,

these big, big,
fat flat feet, right,

and the most huge,
enormous stomach, yeah.

He looks like a duck.

When he walks, you
know, he sort of waddles.

He waddles around, just like a
duck would waddle, you know?

He's really funny, yeah.

Yeah.

That's the first time
I've seen you laugh.

It's nice.

You want me to
tell you a secret?

All right, if I tell
you a secret,

then you gotta promise to
share one with me, all right?

What if I told you

that I was a policeman?

Yeah, I've got a
badge and everything.

No, I do, really.

You know, Paul...

He told me a secret, too.

He told me about an old man

named Max.

Max Collins.

You remember him?

Yeah, he had an
accident, didn't he?

Do you remember where he was?

Susan, he was in the water?

Who was with him?

Was it Dr. Rabb?

Susan, who was with him?

Steve, I think
you'd better leave.

What are you doing here?

Susan... Susan, wait a
minute. Susan, it's all right!

Now look what you've done.

Who are you?

Who are you? Who am I, Doctor?

So just leave me alone, will ya?

And you say he died
of natural causes?

Yes, his heart just
stopped beating.

Dr. Rabb told you that?

Lieutenant, the man
was 79 years old.

What's the big problem?

The problem is
his heart didn't stop.

It was stopped with an
overdose of a drug called digitalis.

- What?
- How do you know that?

We had his body
exhumed with a court order.

The autopsy was
performed two hours ago.

But...

You had no right to do that.

We had every right to do
it. Your uncle was murdered.

- That's impossible.
- Is it?

Or is it possible that
you paid Dr. Rabb to do it

with a... with a
$10,000 contribution?

- John.
- Nancy.

We also know that you got some
money from an insurance policy.

But it wasn't for that...
It wasn't for the money.

Nancy, stay out of this.

She's not involved at all.

Now, Lieutenant, if you're going
to charge me with some crime,

I think I better call my lawyer.

Mr. Wilcox,

three other people
died in that hospital,

all hopeless cases. Now
I'm not gonna argue with you

whether it was
good for them or not,

but last week, a young
man died in that hospital,

and he shouldn't
have. He was murdered.

He was hanged with a
strap around his neck,

because he was gonna tell
us what went on in that hospital.

Now I've got my partner
in there risking his life

because he's trying to
find out who did the killing.

And if he is
endangering his life

because you won't
tell me the truth,

well, I am going to
throw the book at you.

And at you.

But you don't understand.

We didn't want to hurt anybody.

Nancy, please.

But she, my wife, had
nothing to do with it.

But if it's wrong,
we're both wrong...

- No, I made...
- John, I want to tell him.

- Nancy, don't...
- Lieutenant,

my uncle begged me

before he went
into the hospital.

He begged me not to
waste our lives or our money.

The last thing he
ever said to me

before he died was,

"Let me go.

Let me die with dignity."

But I couldn't.

I just couldn't.

So for three years,

we scraped together
every nickel we could find

just to keep him alive.

And he was nothing

but a ghost.

You see, Lieutenant,

the old man knew that
there was a time for living

and a time for dying.

Dr. Rabb chose that time.

- No, he didn't...
- But you don't understand,

Dr. Rabb took marvelous
care of those people.

I want to ask you something...

Was it his idea or yours?

Oh, she wasn't even there,

and it wasn't Rabb, either.
It was one of his assistants.

Who?

Mr. Watson.

The physical therapist?

Yes.

We were walking in
the garden one day,

and I-I told him the situation.

I have a sister who was
sick, needed an operation

she couldn't afford,
and believe me,

I didn't have enough
money for her and Henry.

And there wasn't any
room in the county hospital,

so believe me, I was desperate.

And he said that, uh,

he could help you out if
you brought enough money?

Lieutenant, you just
don't understand, do you?

The money wasn't for him.

It was for the hospital, so
that it could stay in business

so that they could go on helping
people who could be cured.

Mr. Watson is not a bad man.

Oh, no, he just
killed four people.

He's not bad... he might
be a little sick, but not bad.

That's very good,
Ray, very good.

Mr. Watson,

would you please come
to Dr. Rabb's office?

Well, when will
Dr. Murcheson be back?

All right,

just have him call
me as soon as he can.

Yes, it's an emergency.

Why would he do such a thing?

I have no idea, but I
have no doubt, either,

that our Mr. Henderson
is a police officer.

How can you be so certain?

Jonas, I looked him
up in the directory.

In addition to his
many fine credits,

Dr. Leonard Murcheson
is currently on staff

as a consultant for the San
Francisco Police Department.

Well, what can he
be investigating here.

I think we should ask

Mr. Henderson that.

Watson, please bring
Steve Henderson to my office.

Yes, sir. Dr. Rabb,
is something wrong?

Very wrong, I'm afraid.

Just tell him that
I'd like to see him

in private consultation,
nothing more, you understand?

Yes, sir.

May I sit down?

What did you do,
eat your dessert first?

Huh? Here, have mine.

That's all right, I
don't like chocolate.

Listen, when the meal's
over, you want to take a walk?

There you are, my
favorite two people.

And, Steve, as soon
as you're finished,

Dr. Rabb would like to see you.

Okay.

Susan, I know you
don't like spinach,

but you really should eat some.

You need the iron.

Here,

the staff had fruit punch.

Go ahead, take it.

I know you like it.

Maybe it'll help you
get the spinach down.

Oh, that's all right.

That's all right.

It's okay.

Is that for me?

Yeah?

A little trade for
the cake, huh?

Thank you.

It's way past that, Murcheson.

Now you'll either
be candid with me,

or I'll have you in front
of the medical board.

I understand your
feelings, doctor, but...

No, I don't think you do.

Now you sent a man
here you knew wasn't ill,

and the case history you
prepared was an outright lie.

Now what the hell is going on?

Can I get back to you?

No, I want to know right now,

is Steve Henderson a policeman?

Did he claim to be?

All right.

But I advise you
to seek a lawyer,

because the next
time I see you...

It'll be in court. Can
I talk to him, please?

First I want to
know who you are.

Lieutenant Stone, San
Francisco Police Department.

Lenny, this is Mike.

Thanks for trying
to cover up for us.

Yes, I know that.

I'll try to explain
it to you later.

I'd like an explanation myself.

Where's Steve?

He's on his way here.
Now what are you after?

Gene Watson. We're here
to arrest him for murder.

What's the matter, Steve?

I don't know.

I, uh, I feel kinda strange.

Are you all right?

You were the one she saw.

It was you, wasn't it?
It was you all the time.

You better come with me.

Stay away from me!

Come on, Steve.

You're trying to kill me.

Susan, run!

- Run!
- I said stay there.

You told him, didn't you?

Okay now, Steve.
Now... now take it easy.

Now everything's gonna be okay.

Now come on, Steve.

Come on now, just take it easy.

Oh!

Steve! Grab him!

He's hallucinating.
Where does this lead?

Outside courtyard to the roof.

Is there another
way to the roof?

There's another
stairway in front.

Come on, take me.
Meet me in the courtyard.

Susan, let's go to
your room. Come on.

Gene, why?

Why did you do it?

Well, because I...

I wanted to help, that's all.

Help you,

help them, help their families.

Don't you see, I
believe in you, Doctor.

I believe in what
we can do here.

But you needed the
money to keep going,

that's why I did it.

I gave it all to the hospital.

It wasn't for me.

They were dead anyway.

There are the stairs.
I'll watch the door.

There he is!

Steve.

Steve.

Don't worry,

I'm okay.

I can't believe it.

I feel...

No, no.

You stay back!

You stay back!

Oh, my God, he's gonna jump.

Steve, listen to me.

Steve.

Hello, friend.

You want to join me?

The music never
stops for you, does it?

No, oh!

With the drug dose that you
took, the flashbacks should come

less and less frequently,
until they finally stop.

Well, that's nice to hear.

He's still a little paranoid.

Well, maybe he should
spend another week with us.

Uh, where's Murcheson,
he's the only one I'm talkin' to.

If you do, will you tell
him to stop calling me,

because I'm not gonna
bring him up on charges,

even though I think I should.

Well, we're sorry for
the charade, Doctor,

but, well, that's the
only way we knew how.

Well, I can hardly blame
you, but I'm thankful

that the hospital
is in the clear.

I won't forget that.

And thanks to you,

Susan's coming
along quite nicely.

At least I have some idea
where she's coming from now.

It'll be a pleasure watching
her be able to go home.

Excuse me.