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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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