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(eerie music)

(fire crackling) - Good evening.

Tonight, I'm going to tell you another strange

and unusual story of the unexplainable

which lies behind the Veil.

Down through the ages,

man has continually struggled to pierce the Veil,

behind which lies the unbelievable.

Many things which were completely beyond our comprehension

as recently as hundred years ago are readily understood today,

Maybe not then assume that happenings

for which we have no explanation now,

will in time be understood by those who follow after us.

Our story tonight is again based on an actual account

from this dark world which lies beyond our knowledge.

Edward Paige, like almost everybody else in New York,

was not concerned with anything more profound

than the ever-present oppressive summer heat.

- Hey, Mrs. Foley, Mrs. Rebus. - Good evening.

(footsteps scrape) - Good evening, Mr. Paige.

Oh, it's awful hot, ain't it?

- It's the humidity, Mrs. Foley.

That's what's bothering you, the humidity.

- Maybe, but this heat ain't doing me much good either.

(door thuds)

Probably gone to put on soup for his supper again.

Always hot soup.

Ugh!

In weather like this too.

(spoon clinks) (eerie music)

(ominous music)

- No!

Don't! Don't do that!

(switch clicks)

(door clicks)

l-it's murder. ] saw a man kill a woman.

- Where?

- Apartment across the way. Third floor, back on the corner.

1 gotta get the police.

- Murder! Police!

(Mrs. Rebus gasps) (footsteps thump)

(engine rumbling)

- You sure that's the right apartment?

- I'm positive, Lieutenant.

(lock clicks)

(ominous music)

It's empty.

The woman, she isn't here.

- Maybe it's the wrong apartment, huh?

- No, it's the right one.

There's my room, right opposite this window.

- Look around you, Paige.

There's no body, no sign of a crime.

- ! don't care. It happened.

I know I saw it, but...

I-l don't know what happened to the furniture.

Please, Sergeant, I] know I saw it.

The-the woman was blonde. She was brushing her hair.

It was very pretty.

(tense music)

She fell right over there.

Th-the killer was hiding right there.

He wore shiny black leather gloves,

and he had this flashlight,

and he came up behind her, and...

1 know what you're thinking. You don't want to believe me.

But I'm not lying. 1 know I saw it.

- Sure you saw it.

But now we gotta figure out what happened.

Let's go over to the other room. There must be some mistake.

- There's no mistake.

While you are doing all this, the killer's getting away.

1 can describe him for you exactly.

With a description, you could catch him.

- And charge him with what?

- Murder and robbery.

He robbed her purse and he took the jewelry out of the box.

It was right there. Uh, her purse was on the couch.

- Let's go back to your place, huh?

We'll leave the lights on in here so we're sure

we get the right apartment.

- That's the one. See where you left the light on?

That's where I saw the woman.

She had on a pale blue dressing gown.

Please, Lieutenant Davis, say you believe me.

Say that I really saw what I saw.

- Mr. Paige, it's been a hot day, and you were tired,

what with just coming home from work and all.

You heard what the janitor at the apartment house said.

No blonde.

And nobody in that apartment for the past month.

It's for rent.

- l saw tt!

(scoffs)

- You didn't eat your dinner.

Lots of times, I get lightheaded when I'm real hungry.

Now, why don't you to be a good fellow, and sit down,

and finish your dinner, and you'll forget all about?

(hand pats) You'll feel better.

We better get back. - What about a report?

Do we make one up?

- Yeah, ] suppose we'll have to.

Just say that, uh,

it's been a hot day. Blame it on the heat.

- It's not the heat! I saw it!

If you won't believe me, I'll find someone who will.

(footsteps thump)

- Calm down, Mr. Paige.

- What's going on here? What are you doing to Mr. Paige?

- Tell ‘em, Mrs. Foley, tell ‘em that I saw the murder,

that I really saw tt,

- But I didn't see it.

- Let me go. I gotta tell someone about the murder.

Find someone who'll believe me.

- You better come along with us, Mr. Paige.

We'll talk it over.

(footsteps tapping)

- ! beg your pardon, I'm trying to find

the apartment that's for rent.

Uh, 345

- Oh, it's in the next block, honey.

Right, right back of this building.

- Thanks so much.

(ominous music)

- In the next block she wants an apartment.

- Now, tell me the whole story right from the beginning.

Everything that you can remember. I'll record it.

- Alright, sir.

] came--

- Not so close to the microphone.

Just as though you were talking to me.

- Yes, sir.

Well, I-l came home w-with my groceries.

Soup. I always have soup.

I-] like Soup.

(Paige sighs) And Mrs. Foley,

was-- that's my landlady,

she was sitting on the front steps.

(eerie music)

She looked awful. She always does.

Well, she complained of the heat.

And then I, uh, I ran out of the room to get the police.

- That's all?

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

(clattering)

Mr. Paige, you have an amazing eye for detail,

and the most retentive memory.

- Doctor, when it's murder, you see, you remember.

- You keep on using the word "murder."

Now, how do you know the woman was dead?

She was hit on the head, that's true,

but she might only have been unconscious.

- No, she must've been dead. He hit her hard.

It was a flashlight.

Doctor, when can I get outta here?

- I'll send you home as soon as possible.

What sort of work do you do?

- Well, I'm just a shipping clerk,

but they count on me.

Il keep track of things.

Mr. Wonder, he's my boss, says I have a fine memory,

like you said.

- You can go back to your room now, Mr. Paige.

And you won't need any more sedation.

(door thuds) (receiver clatters)

Send Lieutenant Davis and Sergeant Fenton in.

(receiver clatters)

(door clicks)

- Morning, Doctor. - Morning.

- Lieutenant, Sergeant.

- Paige come out of it yet?

- I'm afraid Paige isn't going to "come out of it,"

as you Call it.

- Aw, that's too bad. He's a nice little guy.

- Nothing for him to come out of. He's as sane as you and I.

- Wait a minute, Doc. ‘Spose you speak for yourself.

- It was no form of dementia that I've ever seen or studied.

I'm convinced that Paige saw something, something real.

- I've been around a long time, Doc.

Some guys sit around looking in other people's windows.

Well, they see quite a bit, but most of It isn't murder.

- Paige didn't seem like that kind of man.

He was worried and scared by what he saw.

- 1 don't think he's that kind of man either.

- Paige is an oddball.

He doesn't add up.

Everything says he is honest,

but he tells us a story we can't believe,

- We'll keep him here a little longer.

I'll run some tests on him.

I've never seen a case like this before.

- That's your worry, Doctor. Ours is over.

We go on the facts, and there aren't any in this case.

(dramatic music)

- Doctor, what am I gonna do?

- Try to forget it. Go home, go back to your job.

- ! guess that's the only thing to do.

If you can't tell me what I saw, how can I figure it out?

(Mason sighs)

(street noise)

(record changer clacking)

(upbeat mambo music)

(case thuds)

(music volume increases)

(record ends)

(record player clatters)

(flashlight clicks)

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(bag clatters)

(bag thumps)

(case thuds)

(knife clicks) (woman grunts)

(body thuds)

(jewelry rattling)

(fan whirring)

(telephone ringing)

- Hello, Davis, Homicide. Alright.

And what's the address?

Would you mind repeating that address, please?

What's the apartment number?

Hey, we're on our way.

- What's the matter, Lieutenant?

- That murder Paige told us about, it just happened.

- Dr. Mason, please.

- Blue dressing gown.

She was brushing her hair. It's real pretty too.

Fell right there.

- Oh, Dr. Mason, this is Sergeant Fenton.

Lieutenant Davis would like to know when Paige was released.

Oh, I see.

He was released over three hours ago.

- ! want him picked up fast.

Two African masks over the fireplace.

- Sergeant Fenton.

- Hang up.

- I'll call you right back.

- He just came in and turned on the light.

Go over there and get him, tell him nothing,

but bring him back here.

- Lieutenant. - Hi, Doc.

- Hot night. Miserable weather.

Good-looking woman.

Usual blunt instrument.

- How about a flashlight?

- Mmh.

- Ever hear of a murderer describing

his crime to the police before he commits it?

- Sure thing. It's a killer, a big man.

"Dare you to catch me" kinda thing.

- 1 wish this were that simple.

The only trouble is he described

the furniture in here ahead of time.

There was no way he coulda seen tt.

- You sound like you need some Salt tablets.

This heat's murder.

Yeah, there's nothing I can do. I'll send the boys up.

(door thuds)

- It happened.

Just like I told you.

- That's right, Paige. Just like you told us.

- Everything's the way I saw it.

- You left the hospital three hours ago.

Did you come right straight here?

- ! walked for quite a while. I just got home.

- ! don't mean that. I meant here, this apartment.

- Why would I come here?

- Nobody believed you when you told us

the story about the murder.

This upset you, made you mad.

You decided you're gonna show us.

You came home, you saw the apartment was rented,

so you Came over here and you killed her.

- No, no, I didn't come over here!

- Alright, why don't you make things easy for everybody?

We both know you can't see a killing

and then suddenly three days later it happens.

- But it did. 1 described the killer for you.

- And the killer is you.

Quit stalling. Now, why don't you admit what you did?

Tell us what you did with the flashlight

and the gloves you used.

- Lieutenant Davis, these bills, they're for this furniture,

from three different stores.

- Sergeant, let's stick to what we're doing.

There's no other answer.

Paige, you killed her.

- But Paige described this furniture

before the woman even bought it,

and she was in Chicago three days ago.

She's never been in New York before in her life.

How could Paige have described her?

- I'm willing to admit I can't explain

how he could describe the furniture or the woman.

But I do know how he had a chance

to come over here and kill her.

- But I didn't, Lieutenant! I didn't kill her!

- If we don't all keep calm around here,

I'm the one that's gonna wind up in Bellevue.

(Suspenseful music)

Let's face it, Paige.

- You could've prevented all this.

If you guarded the apartment, you might've saved her life.

- Nevertheless, you are still my number-one suspect.

- 1 saw the killer. That means you can find him.

Il gave you a description.

- know I have, but it's not enough.

Let's get outta here.

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

- Nothing, Sergeant, nothing so far.

- Well, it's a tough job looking

through all those pictures, Mr. Paige.

- And it gets so they all look alike.

- Stay with it.

- It's a pretty good description you got out of him, Doc.

Better than 1 could do.

- Very few witnesses have the power

of observation that Mr. Paige has.

- I'll say that for him, he saw plenty.

But it's still not enough.

- How about the way the crime was committed?

The nature of it?

- Oh, it's pretty standard.

Look for an open door, rap on the head, take the valuables.

Adime a dozen.

It's the smart ones we nail, the ones that figure out

their own clever way to commit a crime.

Well, if that's all the help you can give us,

I guess it'll have to do.

We'll see how they're doing in there.

- That might be. The face might be the same.

1 don't know. The nose isn't the same.

Up there at the bridge, the killer's nose was flatter.

- That's Ben Burton.

- He's outta circulation.

He's got five years to serve before parole.

- don't think it's any use.

- Of course it's some use! A woman's been murdered here!

Let's start all over again.

- Now, gentlemen, gentlemen, please, relax.

Now, there's a very good idea.

Let's all have a cup of coffee.

Perhaps it'll clear our thinking.

Now, Mr. Paige, you've been most cooperative,

but if we could help you to remember just one more thing.

- Alright, Doctor.

- When you saw him hit her, what did you do?

- ! hollered.

! hollered, "No, don't! Don't do that!"

- Did he hear you?

- Well, no, he couldn't hear me,

because the window was closed, and his ear...

Wait a minute.

His ear, h-his left ear, it was, um...

Um, uh...

Oh, what- what do you call it? Prizefighters have ‘em.

- Cauliflower ear? - That's it.

His left ear, he had one.

- That does it. That's what 1 need, something to work on.

Come on, Fenton, we'll get out the new description.

This time we'll add a cauliflower left ear.

- Well, Mr. Paige, ! think you can go home now.

- I'd rather not.

! couldn't sleep now.

Not until the job's finished.

I need to talk to that man.

- It may be some time before the police can find him.

- I'll wait a while.

It'll be easy.

You see, Dr. Mason, you wanna know what this is about

because you're a psychiatrist,

but I have to know just to be able to live with myself.

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

- Mr. Paige.

Mr. Paige, we have a man in here we want you to see.

- You mean

you

actually found a man who--

- He matches your description exactly.

Everything is the same.

- Let me see him.

- As soon as Lieutenant Davis sends for us.

He wants to question him first.

We're holding yOu as a Surprise

to force him into confessing.

You see, actually, we have nothing on him,

except your testimony.

We have to prove that he killed that woman.

- Yes, of course.

- When we go in, don't say anything about...

- About seeing it before it happened?

Don't worry.

- Like I said, cop, I don't know what you're talking about.

Either book me or turn me loose.

You won't hang it on me with a witness.

You need more than that, and you know it.

You'll need the stuff that was stolen,

and maybe even the weapon the guy used.

- Yeah, you're right. l need all of that.

And you're gonna tell me where it is.

- Okay, okay, so stop talking and show me.

Bring on your witness. Let's see what you've got.

Don't go away.

- Don't worry. I can't wait to see how this turns out.

- That's him. That's the man. (ominous music)

- "That's him. That's the man."

- Sit down, Kerwin. - See? See the ear?

- Tell him, tell him, Paige. Tell him what he did.

- He knows,

but he doesn't believe 1 saw him. Is that it?

- That's it, dad.

I think you're a liar looking for a big charge or something.

- You wore shiny black leather gloves,

dark gray pants, and a dark blue shirt.

No hat.

You hid behind the chair when the woman came into the room.

She was blonde and very pretty.

She wore a blue dressing gown, light blue.

You had a flashlight in your hand.

You hit her, and she fell. The hairbrush fell too.

You turned and took the jewelry out of the jewelry box,

stuffed it in your pocket, went over to the couch,

emptied her purse, and you left.

-it'sa frame-up!

Nobody's seen me do anything.

You're trying to scare me.

This guy is a fake.

You brought him in just to work on me.

- The arm.

When he put his left arm around her neck, she bit him.

That's why he rubbed his arm.

Maybe the bite mark's still there.

- Pull up the sleeve, Fenton.

(dramatic music)

- It's there.

- I know.

You didn't mean to kill her.

- Well, she caught me in the room.

1 couldn't get out.

- Take him away, Fenton.

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

Try to forget it, huh, Paige?

Go back to work and stop thinking about it.

- Are you gonna stop thinking about it, Lieutenant?

- No, I guess not.

- Edward Paige returned to work two days later,

but he was not, nor would he ever be,

the same man who lett work such a short time before.

Paige's experience was an example

of what is defined as precognition,

the ability to foresee the future.

Throughout history, there have been many such instances,

reported and documented.

How does it happen?

Why,

lam afraid the explanation

is still beyond our understanding,

at least for the moment.

Please join me again for another journey into that real

but unexplainable world which lies behind the Veil.

Goodnight. (eerie music)

(dramatic music)