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HOST: T o night's stars.

Burgess Meredith,

Camer o n Mitche Il,

and Barry Su Il ivan.

Good evening, sports fans. In discerning circles,

I'm known as the Howard Cosell of the crypt,

which is to say, I'm more or less a professional practitioner

of art that tells a story,

and stories that dabble in themes

that don't lend themselves to dinner conversation.

Now here you have a study in penology,

man imprisoned by his fellow man,

caged in a barred cubicle and left alone far too long

to contemplate both his sins and his sanity.

This painting is called Finnegan's F I ight.

It touches upon prisons, hypnosis and the soaring wings of imagination,

but as to the latter, a small warning,

imagination can be a double-edged thing.

It can take you out of the humdrum realities,

but it can also fly you to a place much less pleasant.

May I introduce to you now Mr. Finnegan

in his first and last appearance i n t h e Night Ga Il ery.

Give me a stick, I'll beat it to death.

PRISONER: Does he always look like he's in a trance?

Permission to leave?

What're you talking about, Finnegan?

Permission to leave, please.

Get away from the wall.

Let me out of here!

GUARD: Finnegan!

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, dear God!

Look what he's done to his hands!

Charlie?

Charlie! You know who I am?

The prison doctor?

Prison psychiatrist.

I'm Dr. Simsich, Charlie.

Now, where did you get the idea that you could knock a hole in a concrete wall?

You remember that, don't you?

Remember what?

Trying to batter down the wall with your bare hands.

(STAMMERING) I thought...

Thought what?

Come on, Charlie, tell me. What did you think?

Where did you get the idea you could

spring yourself by knocking a hole in a wall?

Man, you've broken practically every bone in both of your hands.

Not exactly a rational act, was it, Charlie?

(EXHALES)

Maybe not.

But you're a very rational guy.

You've served quite a stretch, a long stretch with no trouble.

Let's see 1947. Thirty years for murder one, wasn't it?

This time.

Before that, five years for A and B. Before that, two burglaries, another assault.

Then as a juvenile,

you got a whole page full.

Not designed to get you into heaven, Charlie.

No?

Well, what do you think?

(CHUCKLES) I don't think.

I just get up in the morning, I answer the roll,

I eat the meals,

I exercise in the yard,

I say "Yes, sir" when I'm talked to.

Then I go to bed.

I dream sometimes.

I dream about being out there...

And up there.

That's not very rational, is it?

We all dream, Charlie. All of us.

We dream about the things we care about most.

Nothing irrational about that.

You think you did all that damage to your hands while you were asleep?

Not asleep.

What, then? Come on, Charlie.

You...

Do you know...

Pete Tuttle?

What about him?

Well, just between us, Doc,

that's the only time I... I care about living.

When Pete Tuttle makes me feel I'm...

Something,

somewhere

that I'm not.

SIMSICH: Professionally, Tuttle?

TUTTLE: Yeah, professionally.

SIMSICH: And just what does that mean?

Well, I used to hypnotize people from the audience.

Two-wagon circuses, carneys, that kind of thing.

Some nightclubs out in the Midwest. I wasn't bad.

Where did you learn hypnosis?

Here and there. Out of books,

watching other acts.

I was a ward attendant in a sanitarium in Jersey a long time ago.

They used to use hypnosis on the violent cases.

What gave you the idea to use it on Charlie Finnegan?

(EXHALING)

You talked to Charlie?

I have.

Ever see his type before?

What type is that, Tuttle?

The type, Doctor, that's going around the bend.

You keep him locked up inside four walls

and then on a given day his head will explode.

But I took him away from here.

I mean, I took him away from here.

I gave him the suggestion that his fists were made of pig iron.

He could knock down the walls with them.

Hmm... He took your suggestion, mangled both his hands.

If you want to see him, he's still here and he's not leaving.

You think you're doing him a favor?

I think, Doctor,

that without me, Charlie Finnegan will turn his block into a garbage dump,

and maybe, maybe 20 prisoners nearest him into corpses.

While he's at it, he'll burn down half this prison.

That's how close to the old fracture he is!

Apparently, you've turned Mr. Finnegan into a project, Tuttle.

(SIGHS)

Well, I'll tell you, Doc. I'm doing five years on a B and E,

I got 11 months to go and when I get out,

I figure on a hypnosis act.

With a little class. Maybe open my own place,

so I'd like to keep my hand in it, like to keep in practice.

But as for Charlie Finnegan, well, he's something else, Doc.

Let me tell you, he's something special.

Let me bring him down here. Let me show you.

Now, I've seen suggestible subjects before but nobody like him.

Doc, I will show you things I can do with Charlie Finnegan

that you'll want to devote a chapter to in a medical paper.

Charlie Finnegan in the infirmary.

Have a guard escort him to my office.

TUTTLE: Close your eyes, Charlie. Close them.

Now, you're beginning to feel sleepy.

Sleep...

That's it, Charlie. It's beautiful, you're drowsy.

Sleep...

There. Seven, eight seconds, wasn't it?

And he's under?

Raise your right arm, Charlie.

Now, Charlie, try to lower it.

You can't! No, it's chained to the ceiling.

Well, you try and you try. But you can't lower it.

All right, Charlie. Drop it.

Now, Charlie, you're still gonna be asleep.

I want you to open your eyes. Now!

Now watch me. Look deep into my eyes, Charlie.

Put your hands in front of you. Like that.

And clasp them tightly together.

Tight!

No, no, there's no pain.

No, Charlie, it doesn't hurt.

No, the tighter you hold them together, the less the pain.

Tight!

See, the pain's gone away. It's gone.

Now, Charlie, tighten them.

They're stuck. They're becoming tighter and tighter together.

They're locked, Charlie, they're locked.

I'm going to tell you to pull 'em apart.

You won't be able to pull 'em apart,

but you're gonna try. Pull them!

Pull, Charlie, pull!

Now, you can pull 'em apart.

You're gonna sleep now. Again asleep.

A deep sleep.

That's very impressive, Mr. Tuttle,

but I've seen it all before.

You haven't seen this before.

All right, Charlie.

You can open your eyes now, you're still asleep,

but you can open your eyes.

TUTTLE: Still asleep but you can see. Watch carefully, Doc.

Charlie, see this?

This is hot, boiling water.

It's scalding hot, huh?

Now, I want you to put your fingers in it.

Boiling hot. Put your fingers in, Charlie.

Put 'em in!

(WHIMPERS)

It's all right, Charlie. It's all right.

Doesn't hurt anymore.

Doesn't hurt.

The pain's gone.

Doctor, would you put your finger in there, please?

Go ahead. Cool, isn't it?

Uh-huh.

Just regular water from your drinking cooler.

Now, I'd like you to examine the fingers, please.

All right, Charlie.

Blistered, huh?

Blistered because his mind told him

that the water was boiling, boiling hot.

Good Lord! I've never seen suggestion like that!

No, you haven't.

Because you read him as a number, Doctor. One of the inmates.

I read him as a brain, a brain like an atomic stockpile.

If those hands weren't made of skin, bone, sinew,

what do you think they would've done to those wall, huh?

Take him out of it, Tuttle.

Have you ever seen anyone so receptive to...

I told you to get him out of it, Tuttle! Right now!

(CHUCKLES)

What's the matter, Doc? You scared?

Sure.

Sure, Doc. We'll get him out.

Charlie? Charlie, you're no longer asleep.

You're beginning to waken.

There. You're back with us, Charlie.

Back inside these stinking walls!

Good morning, Warden.

How's it going today, Doc?

Ah, pretty good. Did you get that paper I left on your desk last night?

Oh, yes. You mean that business of hypnosis with one of the inmates? Finnegan?

And a man in the same cell block. Tuttle his name is.

Okay, Doc. Bring me up to date. What do you want?

Well, I'd like the hypnosis to go on occasionally, under supervision of course.

I'd like to observe.

Okay, observe.

But on your own time and theirs in your own office.

Fair enough.

I want this medical, not sideshow.

And I don't want any of the other inmates observing, huh?

Okay.

(PLANE SOARING OVERHEAD)

Charlie, how do you feel?

They didn't have those when you first signed on here, did they?

Jets.

Nothing like it.

Fast, huh?

500 to 600 miles an hour.

Tell me, Charlie boy, how'd you like to be up there,

streaking through the sky, huh?

(LAUGHING) Beautiful.

Beautiful.

High and free and beautiful.

I wanna be up there.

I wanna be up there where it's free.

I want to be out of here!

I gotta get out of here!

Please... Somebody, anybody.

Get me out of here!

I wanna get out of here!

Get me out of here!

Get me out of here.

Get me out!

Get me out!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

We'd like to run some tests on him.

On Finnegan?

No visitors, Doc. That's what they told me, and keep my eye on him.

I'll take the responsibility.

I may have to ask you to put that in writing.

This is a real nutsy here.

We had to put the needle into him today.

Took six guys to hold him down.

It's all right. It's all right.

What about the sedation? How will that affect it?

I don't know, Doc. We'll see.

What are you gonna do, Doc?

We're going to give Mr. Finnegan's mind wings. Or something of that sort,

and see what happens.

Charlie?

Wake up, Charlie. Wake up!

Now, Charlie, you're going back to sleep again.

But you're gonna keep your eyes open.

You'll take instructions from me.

Back to sleep. Eyes open.

Deep, deep sleep.

Charlie, now you're in a beautiful place.

You're way high up in the sky, Charlie.

You're up in that jet airplane.

You're flying it.

That's right, Charlie. You are flying it.

You're way high in the clouds. Clouds all around you.

They're pretty, aren't they?

And far down below you is the ground.

(MIMICKING JET ENGINE)

That's it, Charlie.

Now, Charlie, you're in that plane.

You're picking up speed, you're moving faster and faster.

You're flying faster. You're in that plane.

That's right, Charlie, that's right.

(LAUGHING)

(SHUSHES)

You fly high, you fly fast. You're moving it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

TUTTLE: That's right, Charlie. That's right.

Right. You fly high, you fly fast.

You're moving it!

What's going on here? You're flying it.

We're running an experiment, Warden.

It could prove highly significant.

What's it all about?

It has to do with prison psychosis,

all the forms it might take...

(COUGHING) Doc, you better look at this!

(GASPING)

What is it?

Grogginess, lack of muscle control.

(COUGHING)

Charlie, you hear me?

SIMSICH: He can't even see you.

(LAUGHING)

Those fits of laughing. It's a perfect case!

You better pull the plug on this right now!

Don't you see what's happening? He thinks he's up in a plane.

He thinks he's in a jet! He thinks he's 10, 15, 20,000 feet up.

He's suffering hypoxia.

He is lying here on a bed and he's undergoing all the symptoms of hypoxia.

What is that, Doctor?

He's running out of air.

His mind is making him believe that he's going sky high.

And all those symptoms, the grogginess, the vision difficulties,

the lack of eye coordination, that's all part of it.

Hey, Doc, look at his face. Look!

SIMSICH: He's beginning to blister.

That's incredible!

It's as though he were 40, 50,000 feet up!

There's no air pressure to drive oxygen into his blood.

It's as if...

It's as if his blood were beginning to boil in his veins.

It's as if he can't breathe.

I want him out of this and I mean right now!

I want him out of it!

Yes, sir.

Charlie, you're too high.

Charlie listen to me, you're coming down now. You're too high.

Slowly, Tuttle, gradually.

Slow, Charlie. Very slow.

You're coming down.

You're able to breathe again, Charlie.

Breathe. It's easy.

You're getting your breath back. Good, Charlie.

You're coming down. That's right, Charlie. That's right.

Dr. Simsich, now you listen to me. I'm not a fancy student of Freud.

I'm just a lousy warden. But you're playing with in there is dynamite.

And I don't want it to happen again. You understand?

What I'm playing with in there is a portion of man's mind

that's never been visited before, let alone understood.

Now, if I can unlock that in there, Warden,

you may get answers to questions that man's been asking ever since...

TUTTLE: Doc! You better come back here now!

Charlie, you're coming down too fast.

Charlie, it's too fast. Listen to me, Charlie.

Charlie boy, bring her up!

He don't know how to bring it down. He don't know how to bring a plane in.

Bring him out of it.

Come on, Tuttle, bring him out of it!

Charlie you got to listen to me.

You're coming down, Charlie. Pull back on the controls.

Charlie, you can pull her out. Pull her out!

Pull up at the controls, Charlie.

You're in a dive. You can see that now.

Pull her up. Pull her up. Pull her up.

Pull her up. Pull her up.

(PLANE ACCELERATING)

Hey, Tuttle. What went on?

Lots of scuttle about an explosion or something.

They say Charlie Finnegan bought it. What's the scam?

TUTTLE: Charlie Finnegan bought it.

PRISONER: Dead?

Very.

How?

How?

He burned to death in a plane crash.

In a plane crash?

Look, Pete I knew old Charlie was off his rocker.

But now I think maybe you are.

Why don't you show us some of your hypnosis?

Do your act for us.

You go to...

Oh, Charlie.

Tell me, Charlie.

Charlie boy.

How... How does it feel to be

free?

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