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Good evening,
and welcome to a private showing...

of three paintings
displayed here for the first time.

Each is a collector's item
in its own way.

Not because of
any special artistic quality,

but because
each captures on a canvas-

suspends in time and space--

a frozen moment ofa nightmare.

Ourinitial offering--
a small gothic: item
in blacks and grays,

a piece ofthe past
known as the family crypt.

This one we call simply
The Cemetery.

Offered to you now- six feet of earth
and all that it contains.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the Night Gallery.

Anything more you need,
Mr. Hendricks?

Then I'll move you to the window,
sir, fora few minutes.

[Moans]

Oh.

[Brush Clatters To Floor]

[Murmurs]

Aw. Appetite not
so good today.

It never is at lunchtime, sir.

Then why do you load
it up that way, Portifoy?
That is wasteful, Portifoy.

Mr. Hendricks doesn't complain,
Mnjeremy.

And he also pays for it.

Tell me something, Portifoy.

During all those 3O years you have
been waiting hand and foot...

on that dying blob offlesh
upstairs,

you didn't know there was
a nephew in the woodwork,
did you, Portifoy?

Nor did your uncle, sir.

Well, now you do.

So dwell on it, Portifoy.

Tell me something, Portifoy.

When did my uncle...

paint that one?

[ust before his last stroke, sir.

Hmm. How festive.
Yet which brings to question, Portifoy,

not on/ymy uncle';
minimal talents...

but also his somewhat
morbid preoccupation
with all things dead and dying.

Tell me something.
What did my uncle do for kicks
before his several illnesses?

I mean, with all that money,

what other interests did he have
besides, um, painting?

His painting has been
his only pleasure, sir.

And the house.
That'; all he 's cared for.

Oh, yeah. So my dear late mother
used to tell me, Portifoy.

She herselfdiecl
at a relatively early age
from ovenmork...

and a surplus of pride.

She cou/dn 1:' brrhg herse/f
to cra w/ across to that
rich rec/use ofa brother ofhers.

She had her dignity
to consider, Portifoy.

That was her long suit- dignity.

As a result, I have spent
a good deal of my life...

acquiring a taste for the good life
but somehow never
acquiring the means.

How sad, sir.

Ah, it's only a passing
sadness, Portifoy.
[Chuckles]

Ifpainting was
my uncle's only indulgence,

I anticipate a much more
carefree existence...

as ofthe day he stops staring
at this particular point ofview...

and becomes a part ofit.

Why don't you say
what you're thinking, Portifoy?

Iam a scoundrel,
am I not?

You're a swine, sir.

[Chuckles]

What refreshing candor.

Well, now you just get that
right out ofyour system.
You hear, Portifoy?

Because as of the day
/ take over here...

and you bare
those ancient fangs at me,

I'm gonna pull them...
one by one.

[ Door Closes]

Hmm.

Uncle?

Uncle? l've come to have
a little chat with you.
[Murmurs]

Ah.
[Chuckles]
[ Scoffs ]

Now, now, now, now.
Don't you move. No, sirree.

You just sit right there
and you let me handle
all the conversation.

Oh, you know, I have had
the most interesting morning.

Oh, I have. I went through
all the correspondence in your desk.

Yeah. Guess what I came across.

Yeah, correspondence.

Letters between you and your lawyer.

Having to do with?

Yes. Having to do with your will.

Oh, Uncle, I tell you,
I was really impressed
by your literary style.

Yes, sirree.
Cogent, right- right to the point.

I mean, you say
what you have to say.
l'm very impressed.

And as to the contents,
more impressed

f mean, to drSco ver
thatyou had made my mother
your beneffcxay- -

/ tel/ you now, that touched me, Uncle.
/ was deep/y touched

Now, what was the other thing?
Yeah l/mow / wrote it down.

I got it right here.

“That should she not be alive,

it would go to herso/e surwvor. ”

Oh, now, Uncle.

Now you believe me when I tell you
that, when I read that,

I wept- I actually wept.

Oh, what a good heart.
What massive compassion.

It's stuffy in here, isn't it?

Don't you think it's stuffy
in here, Uncle?

Yeah, all right.

[Chuckles]

There.
Oh, yeah.

That'; better.
[ Moans ]

I wouldn't call
for Portifoy, Uncle.

Now, reallyl wouldn't.

Why disturb that old gentleman?
He has been waiting hand and foot
on you for 3O years.

So why don't wejust give him
the afternoon off.

Huh. Now,

I have been told
byyour medical advisors...

to keep you awa y 29om drafls.

It seems that you
are susceptible to colds,
perhaps even pneumonia.

Well, now let us just put
that medical adwce to the test,

shall we?

Let us seejust
how susceptible you are.

Voilé. Isn't that refreshing, Uncle?

[Shudders]
oh, the cola'.

The wind.
Isn't that refreshing?

And think ofthis,
ifyou will, Uncle.

Your last view oflife-

that fimi/ygra veyard
do wn there.

Now you remember it well.

Drink it all in, Unc/e,
like a new tenant...

investigating his new abode.

[Chuckles]

Very well. I shall leave you now...

undisturbed.

And neither Portifoy nor I
shall come back in this room
for, let us say, an hour, Uncle.

Or perhaps two--
ho we ver long it takes.

However long it takes to, uh,

simplifythings.

[ Door Opens, Closes]

[Clock Chiming]

No change.

The doctor says he may remain
in a coma for some time.

Pity.

I'm told you've become
acquainted with, uh,

certain aspects ofthe will.

Only certain aspects
that were lying around loose...

and unattended
in my uncle's desk.

Tell me, who told you
of my comforting discovery?

A little bird.

A little bird in a butler's suit...

who should watch out
that he doesn't get
his little beak smashed.

However, Mr. Carson,

seeing that my mother
was the major beneficiary...

and I am her sole survivor,

well, that would mean
that everything would come to me.

The man's not dead yet!

Do you suppose you might stffle
those great expectations ofyours
tx'// the body? co/o'?

[ Door Opens]

Mr. Hendricks has passed on.

He, uh, never regained consciousness.

Ma y / claim my inheritance no w?

Would it be too much trouble
to first go through the motions
ofa funeral...

and a reasonable period of mourning?

Is that a legal requirement,
counselor?

Let's say it's just
what might be expected
ofa civilized man...

as an act of respect
and appreciation.

Well, yousee, Mr. Carson,

I'm not a civilized man.

I'm a black sheep nephew...

with an itch.

And now, Doctor, ifl may
impose upon you to take care
ofthe burial and all that.

Put it on the bill.
He'll be buried
in the family plot.

He mentioned that to me
many times.
Lovely.

And now, ifeither one ofyou
gentlemen should need me,

lwill be in there.

Doctor!

Doctor, shouldn't he be
covered or somethin',
or his hands folded?

I mean, isn't that part ofthe ritual,
that he look at peace?

He should be resurrected--
for as long as it takes to cut you off
and boot you out.

That would give him peace.

Neverm/nafl Port/fay
We '// show ourselves out.

Would you care to pay
your last respects, Portifoy?

- He's gone, sir?
- Permanently.

Oh, uh, item ofinterest, Portifoy.

There is a small stipend
mentioned in the will for you.

I believe it's, oh, $8o a month
for as long as you shall live.

Eighty dollars?

Eighty dollars... a month.

I'd like to stay, sir,
with your permission.

Oh, excellent. Crazy.

Well, now,
/ '// tell you what, Port/fay

First thing on the agenda
will be to remove the bulk
of this grotesquerie and-

Something, sir?

Well, that's odd.
Odd, sir?

- Look at this.
- Look at what, sir?

The picture. The painting, stupid.
Look at it.

It's been altered.

I don't understand.

Haven't you got eyes?
Can't you see?
Now that has been altered.

It 's a flesh/y dug gra ve.

I see nothing wrong, sir.

Well, forget it.
just forget it.

Uh-

You may go now.
I'd like my dinner at the usual time.

[ Woman Laughing]

[Both Laughing]

Oh, yeah.

[Laughing]

[Chuckling, Sighs]

[Whistles]

Well, as I breathe and live,
ifit isn't Osmond Portifoy.

Osmond Portifoy.

Ifthere's nothing else, sir,
I thought I'd lock up and retire.

That is your life, isn't it, Portifoy-
locking up and retiring.

[Chuckles]
You know,

to my dying day,
I'm gonna carry a picture ofyou...

walkin' through life-
stiff-backed, straight-legged,

carrying a tray
and towels overyour arm...

and that reproving look
in your eye.

Hey, you know that look,
now, don't you, Portifoy?

How shall I describe it?

Ah, yeah. Like, uh-

Like a bank manager
finding an incorrect balance.

It-lt-lt- It's changed again.

It's changed again.

Portifoy?

There is a casket
in that painting now.

There is a casket in there no w!
Now, that was not there before!

[Groans]

What-What is happenin'?
What in God's name is happenin'?

[Grunts]

[Sighs]

[Chuckles]

[Screaming]

[Whistling]

I brought you some
hot tea, sir.

I don't want any hot tea.

Suityourself, sir.

Portifoy.
Yes, sir?

Did you look at the painting
likel told ya?

Yes, sir.
It's hanging there as usual.

[Shouts]
As usual?

[Exha/es ]

Well, l-l- I don't understand.

I burned it.
I threw it on the fire.

And I watched it bubble and crinkle up.
I watched it disappear.

And there it is on the wall...
as usual.

Imagination, sir.

Imagination?

You burned me. Deliberately.

Oh, no, no, Portifoy.
That was your imagination.

The tray, the teapot,
your scalded wrist-

that's all your imagination.

Isn't that the catch-all explanation
to cover all the phenomena
that goes on around here?

I tell you, this is not a haunt.
It's a prolonged hallucination.

Get out of here.
lf/ want you, /'// call you.

If you call me, Mr. jeremy

you call long distance.

What are you talking about?

I do not intend to spend
another night in this house.

- No?
- No.

In life, he needed me.

But 1'o dea (/7, it? ob vfous
he '5 strong enough
to take care ofhxmse/f

Now you look here, old man.
Death is final. Death is it.

I think not, Mnjeremy.

I think there are things
stronger than death
and more lasting than the grave.

Portifoy?
I think hate is stronger
than death, Mlijeremy.

And I thinkyou're beginning
to realize that.

I shall spend the night
in the hotel in town
and send for my things later.

But what about me?
What am I supposed to do?

Who 's gonna tend
to my wants now?

Useyour imagination, Mrjeremy.
You're rather good at that!

[ Door Closes]

Tell me something, Uncle.

Why don't you stay where you belong?

That is as close to a toast
as you'll ever get from me,
alive or dead!

[Gate Opens]

[Gate Closes]
Portifoy?

[No Audible Dialogue]

Portifoy?

[Stammering]
Portifoy!

Portifoy!

Portifoy!

Portifoy!

[Gasps]

Operator, would you put me through
to the hotel in town.

Yeah, I know, I know.
But you see, I don't have the number.

Iwould be grateful.

Hello? Hello? Would you connect me
with Osmond Portifoy?

He checked in there this afternoon.

What do you mean you can't
ring his room?You gotta ring-

Well, I don't care ifit's 3:oo
in the morning! Now, you--
[ Line Disconnects]

Oh!

[ Footsteps Approaching]

[Gasps]

[ Footsteps Continue]

[Shudders]

[ Footsteps Continue]

[Whimpers]

O-Operator?

My name isjeremy Evans.
l'm-l'm at the Hendricks house.

And there's an intruder here.
Now, would you call the police
and have them come over right--

right away?

No! I tellyou,
I can hear him outside.

Now, will you please-
please call the police right now
and have them come over right away.

Yeah. Yeah.

[ Footsteps Continue]

[Porch Steps freaking]

[Doorknob Rattling]

Who- Who is it?

[Pounding]

Who is there?
[Door/mob Ratt/ing]

[Shouting]
Who is out there?

[Pounding]

[Meaning]

[Screaming]

- [Pounding Continues]
- You!

You don't belong here!
You belong in the ground!

You! You're dead!

You belong in the grave!
You're dead!

Hello. Doctor?

This is Portifoy
at the Hendricks house.

I'm afraid there's been
an accident, sir.

Yes, sir. Mnjeremy seems
to have fallen down the stairs.

I believe he's dead.

It appears his neck
has been broken.

Thankyou, Doctor.
I'll leave a light on.

[ Port/fa y L aughing]

Sol think a long vacation
would be in order
for you, Gibbons.

You have performed your task...
extraordinarily well.

You really have.

Fifteen paintings
at $5oo apiece.

Cheap at the price,
I'd say.

Indeed, indeed.

Thankyou.

Should I count it?
lfyou like. It's all there,

plus 5oo extra.

You're no Rembrandt, Gibbons,
but you do have an uncanny knack...

ofimitating other people's style.

You can afford it, I take it.

The savings ofa lifetime.

Butjust a temporary inconvenience.

Perhaps I neglected to tell you...

Mr. Hendricks was
a most-thoughtful old gentleman.

In his will, he stipulated that
ifthere were no surviving family...

six months after his demise,

his entire estate would be inherited
by his old family retainer--

yours truly.

Run along now, Gibbons.
Enjoy the fruits ofyour labors.

What ifthe nephew
hadn't broken his neck?

What would you have done then?

Put something in his brandy?

Don't be crude, Gibbons.

If, uh, that unfortunate accident
hadn't happened to him,

he would have gone slowly
out ofhis mind.

And once he was committed,

I would bejust wherel am now.

Same end,just different means.

Would you... throw this
in a ditch someplace?

The trappings ofdeath depress me.

From now on, this is going to be
a place ofcheer.

Well, good night, Gibbons.

Good night, Portifoy.
Uh-

Mr. Portifoy.

Mr. Portifoy.

[Chuckling]

[Sighs]

Rest easy Mr. Hendricks.

Rest easy.

BackJeremy.

Bac/gjeremy Bac/gjeremy

Bac/gjeremy Bac/gjeremy

Back into the ground
where you belong!

[Shouts]
Back/Bac/gjeremy Bac/gjeremy

Back. Back!

BackJeremy.
[Murmuring, indistinct]

Back!

Back, jeremy

[Shuddering]

[Screaming]

Objet d'art number two.

A portrait. Its subject--
Miss Claudia Menlo.

A blind queen who reigns
in a carpeted penthouse on Fifth Avenue.

An imperious, predatory dowager...

who will soon find a darkness
blacker than blindness.

This is her story.

[E/e vator Bell Ding; ]

Oops. I'm sorry.
You're looking for Miss Menlo?

Mm-hmm.
Penthouse. You <:an't miss her.
She's the only one in the building.

Yes, I know.
You know her?

I've been her doctor foryears.

Say that'; a veg/good likeness.

Not really, Doctor.
There was one thing
I couldn't capture.

What's that?
Her cruelty.

Well, Miss Menlo
has been blind from birth.

- Cause and effect, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

L'll tell you, Doctor.
I was commissioned
to do this a month ago.

One final application of lacquer
and / am finished.

I used to wonder what kind ofwoman
built an apartment house
on Fifth Avenue...

and then installed herself
as the only tenant.

Well, I'll tell you what kind
ofawoman it is, Doctor.

A tiny, fragile little monster--
that kind ofwoman!

Afternoon.

Hello, Dr. Heatherton.
Miss Menlo's expecting you.
Can I take your coat?

That's all right. Thanks.

[ Woman ]
Ho w de/fcxous/J/promp z'
you are, Doctor:

You're only an hour late.
f 5a wyourpaxh txhg f thxhk
the artist has done you/Us tice.

Ifhe has, Dr. Heatherton,

he's the only one
in the 54-year history
of my sojourn on earth.

No one has ever done mejustice,

beginning with God.

L'm sorry to be late.
l've been in surgery
most of the clay.

I'm impressed.

/ always am with you.
You 're cons tan t/y and eternal/y...

the gent/e healer.

[Chuckles]
Now then, what are
we to talk about?

What we've already talked about
on the telephone.

Well, as I've already told you,
Miss Menlo,

the surgical procedure
you questioned me about
has been tried only on animals.

- Successfully.
- A chimpanzee and a dog.

Both subjects had optic nerves
regrafted from donors
whose visual organs were unimpaired.

In both cases,
they were able to see--

one for a few moments,
the other for a period of hours.

The donors, ofcourse,
were rendered permanent/ys/ght/ess.

So, you see, Miss Menlo,
this is nothing more
than a breakthrough, a beginning.

Ifit can work on animals,
it can also work on human beings.

One doesn't have to be
a high-priced Fifth Avenue surgeon...

to make th/s altogether
reasonable assumption.

High-priced or othenmise,
Miss Menlo, no surgeon
would ever make such an assumption.

Nor would he put it to a test.
You must understand something,
Miss Menlo.

In the first place,
the best you could expect-

assuming the transplanting
of the central optic nerve
was successful--

would be rough/y 77 to 73 hours
ofs/ght, no more.

Then you'd be blind again.

And then of course
there's that other
insurmountable obstacle.

What is the insurmountable
obstacle?

To put it simply, Miss Menlo,
you need a donor,

someone who'd be willing
to part with his sight
for the rest of his life...

to giveyou roughly
12 hours ofit.

I don't believe
there's such a person around.

Nonsense, Doctor!
Everyone has a price.

For their eyes?
I seriously doubt that.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

My lawyer has found
such a person for me.

He represented him
in a criminal case sometime ago.

The man needs
the money desperately.

He's agreed to become the donor
and part with his eyes...

forasum ofcash.
How much cash?

$9,ooo.
That's what the individual required.
That's what l'm paying.

Miss Menlo,
listen to me very carefully.

There are four men who could conceivably
perform the operation you're talking about.

/'m one of the four,
but / can speak for the others as well

I would no more remove the eyesight
ofanother human being...

so that you might enjoy a few hours ofsight
than I would deliberately kill a child.

Is that clear to you?

I want you to read something,
Dr. Heatherton.

In this envelope,
I have a complete file...

on one Dr. Frank Heatherton.

The impeccable Dr. Heatherton.

The respectable Dr. Heatherton.

Go ahead. Read it.

I told you all men had a price.

That's because all men
have something to hide.

And you, Doctor,

you have more than most.

All there, I believe.

Do you recall the young woman?

Miss Grace Reardon, age 22,

who died on a kitchen table
because the abortionist...

had the hygienic habits ofa pig
and the surgical deftness ofa-

ofa paperhanger.

She made the trip to that butcher
at the behest ofyou-

that rigidly moral,
antisepticaiiy pure physician who-

who might on occasion,
as he did on this occasion,

reveal a slightly gamier side
to his character.

The release of this information...

would not enhance
eitheryour professional standing...

or your marflage.

Would it, Doctor?

No. No, it would quite obviously
destroy me as a physician...

and itwould wreck
a 25-year-old marriage.

Ifthat's what you've set out to do,
Miss Menlo,

you've got all the proper ammunition.

As must be obwous over yourmany
protracted lo ya/ years...

ofhand-holding
with this dull, imperious woman,

I have no interest in helping
or hurting anyone.

I couldn't care less
about your extracurricular activities...

or my lawyer's
off-Wall Street productions...

or anything else
that doesn't involve me.

My abiding concern, Doctor,
and my singular preoccupation is...

myself.

Eleven hours or 72--
fewer or more- it makes no zi/fierence.

I want to see something-

trees, concrete, buildings,

grass, airplanes, color!

The idle rich.

A little something
to ease the boredom.

Like scrounging around in the dirt,
like a dog looking for a bone,

and finally unearthing
whatever it is that a man
must keep secret...

to guarantee his survival.

All right, Miss Menlo.

Why? I don't know,
but I put a premium on my survival.

I'll perform the operation.
The donor, who is he?

I'll have my lawyer contact you
and giveyou his name.

He's an inconsequential
little hoodlum.

You can arrange with Packer
as to where it will all take place.

Because I want it to take place
as quickly as possible.
ls that clear to you, Doctor?

What's clear to me, Miss Menlo,
is that you're to be satisfied-

fora whim, a fianq
a éwsweeps ofsome dock hands.

While you indulge yourself,
a man will deliver up his eyes,
thanks to me.

/ just hope the poor--

realizes how much he sold
for so little.

[ Door Opens]

[Door C/oses ]
[ Man ]
L ou, don 1:' p/ay games with me.

Mystomach 's coming up
through my throat

[Lou]
He )4 maybeyou '// Auck out
andchokeowfghmwyfibhqy?

Please. l/l/il/ you ha ve a heart?

/'m ziizzy /'m telling you,
this thing makes me sick.

He )4 thxs makes you sick?
We//, you don 1:' kno w
the meanxhg ofthe word

I'll tell you about “sick,“ Sidney.

You owe 9,ooo bucks
and you've owed it for too long.

That's sick, baby.
That's terminal, you know?

Lou, l'm- I'm gonna
get the 9,ooo bucks tomorrow.

I'm gonna be some kind
ofa guinea pig for a doctor.

I'm gonna have a-
have an operation ofsome kind.

I'm gonna get the whole
9,ooo bucks foryou.

You don't stop, do ya, Sidney?
On my father's grave.

The truth-
nothing but the truth.

I'll giveyou this.
You got some imagination.

[Laughs]
It's to laugh, huh?

What kind ofoperation?

I'm not allowed to say.

.Ahh.
laNearu3God,Lou,
thafsifl

lt's an operation,
and l'm not allowed to say
anything about it.

[Chuckles]
It's illegal or something.

But I swear, that's the goods.

L'm supposed to have
a meeting about it
tomorrow afternoon...

with a lawyer and a doctor.

And then tomorrow night,
l'm supposed to check into
a private hospital.

And I get my money when?

As soon as they give it to me.

Anytime after 3:oo.
You come to my place.

I'll have it foryou.

All right, Sidney.

I'll be in your room
tomorrow afternoon.

Ifthe 9,ooo isn't there with you,
you get 15 seconds to sayyour prayers.

It's been nice
having this little chat with you.

Well, what do you think, Doctor?
Will he pass?

Yeah, I think so. l'll have to do
some more extensive tests
at the hospital, but I think he'll do.

After all, we're not asking
too much of him.
just his damned eyes, that's all.

She's got you too, huh?
That's her style.

She knows precisely
what wheels to put in motion,

this fragile bird-like
little thing.

The threat to destroy,
passed down through channels-

you do it to him,
orl'll do it toyou-

till it reaches
the bottom echelon.

Then there emerges
one poor hapless soul...

who can find no one lower
or more vulnerable than he is,

and this is the one
who is destroyed.

Mr. Resnick, a little something
foryou to sign here.

Oh.
[Chuckles]

Hey, it's to laugh.
I swear, it's to laugh.

You gotta be a Philadelphia lawyer
to read this thing.

On the bottom line, Mr. Resnick,
just above the word “donor?

Hey,just for kicks-

really,just for kicks,

what am I givin'
and what are you gettin'? Huh?

Well, Mr. Resnick,
you are donating your eyes-

specifically, the central optic nerve.

Now, I could give it toyou medically.

I could talk about the nerve fibers
or the axons ofthe ganglion cells-

I believe it. I believe it.

[Chuckles]
I got no choice.

No choice.

Here, you take the eyes.
Outside, they take the body.

[ Packer, Sigh/mg]
Here you are, Mr. Rem/ck

Yeah.

My son the donor, huh?

Sidney...

the sight giver.

So, what's left to see, huh?
Mr. Resnick.

Mm.

I seen everything there is.

/ seen the second L ou/k-Schme/ing fight,
and oh, / won a bundle.

/ seen the Kentucky Derby
three times.

And I seen the home run
that Bobby Thomson hit
that killed the Dodgers.

Oh, I seen everything, man.
Everything.

But, uh, the thing ofit is-

May l?
Yes, of course.

The thing ofit is-

What's it gonna be like
when it's midnight all the time...

and nobody's
paid the electric bill, huh?

5o-5o, what do Ida?

White cane, tin cup, pencils?

5o, what? to do?

Grievea little maybe.

Plenty oftime for that.
Oh! Plenty oftime.

I'll still be able to cry
out of'em,won't l?

To your heart's content, Mr. Resnick.

To my heart's content.
Oh, Doc, baby, you do turn a phrase.

I swear, you turn a phrase.
Here's your money, Mr. Resnick-

with an extra 5oo thrown in
by the doctor and myself--
and the address of the hospital.

You're to be there
at, uh, 7:oo this evening.

It's got a nice heft to it.

L, uh-

I hope I don't meet a bookie
on the way.

L-l'm a sucker
for a game ofchance.

Honest. It's a fact.
Anything at all.

For example, gentlemen,
f/l/ayyou 5-to- 7...

that 24 hours afteryou
make me blind,

I'm gonna want to cut my throat.

And /'// lay you even money
Ida it.

[ Door Closes]

[Men/o '5 Voice ]
When f see,
f 5/1a// drrhk up C en tra/ Park.

/ shall let it pour through my eyes
until it floods my brain.

/ sha// maintain a reservoir ofthihgs that-
that /'ve seen during that brief time...

to remember
for the rest of m y life.

[Resnickk Voice ]
So, what? to do, huh?
No thin'.

That'; the story
ofsimp/e Sidney'; life.

Hey put it on the tombstone,
will you, rel/as, huh?

“Here lies Rem/ck

“He wanted Miami Beach
and a 5o-cem' cigar,

and that'; all
he real/y wanted ”

5o, learn the lesson, huh?

This /s what you get
for cheap tastes.

You get your eyes cut out.

G,' [ Music Box]

[Heatherton ]
Miss Men/o, the anoir: tea' hour
can be any moment no w,

as / told you, anytime afler 5'oo.

But mayl make
a few suggestions?

Remove the bandages
very gradually.

I'd keep my eyes closed, ifl were you,
throughout the process.

Also, I'd keep the room dark.

The introduction oflight
should come in stages, in degrees.

It's sort ofiike becoming
used to an artificial limb.

It may- ma y take time
for the eyes to focus,

to accept light.

Perhaps hours.

What'; the matter, Doctor?
L ooking at m y gallery, are-you?

[Chuckles]
You've got it all planned,
haven't you, Miss Menlo?

Indeed. All the paintings
and all the statues-

they're right there
where I can see them,

andso is the rest of the evening
and the night.

My eyes will take pictures, Doctor--

pictures ofeverything
to be filed for future reference.

A rather long future reference--

whats ver is the length of m y life.

And now,
ifthere's nothing else, Doctor?

Miss Menlo,

I hope you enjoy
the next 11, 12 hours.

/ hope...

that your eyes will see
whatever is important to see.

I hope that my efforts
have made it possible.

For both our sakes,
I hope they have.

- I'll say good evening then.
- Say good-bye, Doctor.

- We'll not be seeing one another again.
- How sad.

Ho w re vea/ing.
/'m to be zfiscarded then.

The used lightbulbs
ofMiss Menlo's life-

when they cease lighting her way-
out they go.

Of course.
Doctor.

Flick on the light switch ifyou will,
the one in the hall.

Ofcourse.

Perhaps ifyou're around town
this evening, Doctor,

you might introduceyourse/f

It occurs to me
that I've never seen your face.

[Scoffs]
Oh,you can't miss me, Miss Menlo.

I'll be the tall man
with the sick eyes,

the one with the ache
in his gut,

the infection in his conscience
so miserably incurable.

You can't miss me, Miss Menlo.

[ Door Opens, Closes]

[ Thfnkxhg]
Thankyou.
Than/grog Heatherton.

No]

No
Whimpers

oh, God no

Heatherton!

[Screaming]
Heatherton!

You witch doctor!
You quack!

- You charlatan! Butcher!
- [Objects Crashing]

[ Phone jang/es ]

[Object C/atters]
Heatherton!

I'll destroyyou!

Heatherton! I want you!
You come back here!
[ Object C/atters ]

[ Pounds]
Elevator!

[Pounding]

Heatherton!
[ Footsteps Echoing]

[whimpering]
[Thinking]
Heatherton, please come back.

[Continues Thinking]
lt- ltdidn't work.

[Crying]
ltjust didn't work.

[Thinking]
Everything's dark again.

Heatherton, please.

[ Door Opens]
[ Vehicle Horns Honk/mg]

[Peop/e Shoutxhg: fndrktxhct]
[ Men/o ]
Who '5 there?

[ Street Noise, Shouting Continue]

Somebody'; there.
[Hooking Continues]

Can anybody see me?
I need help!
[Clatteri ng]

[Crying]
Heatherton. Please.

[Street Noise, Shouting Continues]
[Honking Continues]

[Honk/mg]

[People Shouting, indistinct]

Hey, Officer, what's goin' on?
What's happening?

Blackout. No power, no nothin'.
Where you headin', mister?

Uh, home-
Westport, Connecticut.

Lotsa luck.

Go on over to Columbus Circle
and see ifyou can take
79th Street out.

But get out of the city
if you can.

- How long is it gonna last?
- Askthe mayor.

Come on, get movin'.

[ People Shouting, lnzfistinct]
[Horns Honk/mg]

[Thinking]
I can see.

That'; the sun /'m seeing.

And sun is-
It's a golden yellow.

That 's color.

oh, Goo1 it'; beautiful'

lt's going 8W3)'-

No.

No, wait. Not- Not yet.

[Clock Chiming]

Eleven hours--

all gone, all finished

That'; not fiirl

It'; simply not fiirl

/'m not ready
Come back.

/ won 't let you go.

Please come back.

Iwant it!
lwant the sun!

[Screams]
g,' [ Music Box]

G,' [ Music Box Continues]

G,' [ Music Box Fazi/ng]

And now the final painting.

The last ofour exhibit has to do
with onejosefStrobe,

a Nazi war criminal
hiding in South America--

a monster who wanted
to be a fisherman.

This is his story.

[Mank Voice, Speaking German]

[ Voice Continues, Echoing]

[ Siren Wailing]

[Mank Voice Continues]
[jackboots Marching]

[Man Shouting]
[Object flattering]

[ Shouts Command]
Halt!

[ People Crying, Screaming]

- [ Fan Clattering]
- [ Crying, Screaming Continue]

[Man Shouts Commands]
[Machine Gun Fire]

[Clattering]
[Machine Gun Fire Continues]

[ Gunfire Stops]
[Fan C/atters TOA Stop]

[ W2 ter Dripping]

[ Drrppxhg Re Verbena res ]
[ Cro wa' Shoutxhg]
Heffl Heffl Heffl

He/Z' He/Z' He/Z'

He/Z' He/Z' He/Z'

[Ma/L Woman Laughing Drunken/y
In C orridor ]

[ Laughing Continues]

[Man Speaking Foreign Language]
g,' [ Woman Humming Bo/sterous/y]

F w
o/éfma" l

[Both Laughing, Talking L oud/y]

[Coughing]

[Continues Coughing]

[ Laughter, L oud Talking Continue]

G,' [Bo/sterous Singing]

[Both Laughing]
What is this,
a bus station?

Oh, go back to sleep, old man,

or I'll put you there.

Bravo.

Next time, less noise please.
[Clapping]
Bravo!

You are so persuasive,
Herr Strobe.

My proximity to a noisy tramp
makes that imperative.

But ifsomeone were
to cut offyour fists,

how would you ever
prove a point?

[Gasps]
You must learn to live
with a little pain, my clear.

[Whimpers]
lt's what the world
is made of.

Hmm?
So get used to it.
[Swallows]

[Soft Gasp]
lam quite used to it.

It is the nature of my business.

It's what gets deducted
from my body.

But, uh, we all ofus sufi'er
a few deductions along the way don 't we?

Instead of, uh,

a few thousand a day
in the gas chamber,

Now- Oh, now it is, uh-

It must be an occasional drunk
in a sailor suit.

Or a lady ofcommerce
who speaks my language.

That is an accident of birth,
Herr Strobe.

The language,
that is all we have in common.

SQ?

Good night, Herr Strobe.

Go into your room...

and have one
ofyour frequent nightmares.

When I hear all that fear
coming through the wall,

[Sighs]
it is a lullaby.

[Man]
GruppenfUhrer Herme Arndt.
A/xas josef S trobe.

Last known whereabouts-
Caracas, Venezuela.

Known to have left the country
April, 1961.

[ Exhales]
Assumed present whereabouts--
Buenos Aires.

Is there anything on him here?

Usual thing-
seen here, seen there.

Supposed to have been working
in a steel mill.

I checked them all out.
Nothing connected.

I checked out beer gardens,
German social groups- everything.

Nobody remotely resembling him.

Avram, he is here.

This time, I go on my instincts.

He could have had
plastic surgery,

wear a beard or a mustache...

or a black homburg hat...
and sell securities.

He's here,

and wewill find him.

[Engine Starts]

[Engine Revving]

[ Horn Hanks]

- [ Horn Honk/mg]
- [Tires Screeching]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[ Man, Woman Speaking Spanish]

[Man On P.A., Speaking Spanish]

Nightmare.
Huh?

He has captured a nightmare.

I saw such a thing.
I was there.

My friendJacob Sternbach-
they crucified him that way.

It took him two days to die.

Forgive me.
I was affected by the picture.

It brings back certain--
certain memories.

L/mpe lha ven 't zfisturbed you.

Excuse me.
Yes?

L've-

That is, we've met before,
haven't we?

I think not.
I've onlyjust arrived here.

You're German, aren't you?

No. Hungarian.

You look-
You look familiar.

You were ne ver in a camp,
were you?

A usch w/tz or... Oran/enburg

/ was at both places.

My name is Bleum.

I told you I am not German.

Excuse me.

[Man On P.A., Speaking Spanish]

[Man On P.A. Continues]

G,' [ Woman'; Voice, Singing /n German]

Senor, the museum is closed.

Kindly leave the building, please.

Senor. Kind/y lea ve the building

Please.

[ Bell To/ling Hours]

G,' [ Woman'; Voice, Singing /n German]

[Bottle C/atters To Floor]

Nightmares again,
Herr Strobe?

- Go to hell, my dear.
- [ Laughing]

I hearyou've become
quite an art lover.

My girlfriend told me that
she saw you this morning
in the museum.

[ Knocking]

What disturbs you tonight?

Gretchen.

Talk to me for a moment.

What do you want
to talk about?

Something happened last night...
and again today.

What?
/ was looking at a picture--

picture of a... fisherman...
on a mountain lake.

And after a while,
it seemed as if-

As ifwhat?

As ifit were me in that boat...

just fishing.

No pain.

No running away.
No...

looking over my shoulder.

What do you expect to see?

Ghosts.

Israeli ghosts.

They have a list, it appears.

[Sighs]
They have a list.

And, after Eichmann,

it is you who are on the top
ofthat list, Herr Strobe?

Very likely.

What would they do with you?

[Sighs]

- So.
- [ Exhales]
What do I ask ofanyone?

5o much is it to stop running

to stop trying to find shade ws
to hide in?

[Breath Qua vers ]

Where is this compassionate
and forgiving God they talk of?

L et him sho w himself
to me now.

Let him give me a chance to survive.

Only that-just survive.

Like on that boat...

and that lake.

[Exhales]

- Gretchen.
- /a.ja.

You know, ifl had...

concentrated... with all my might,

ifl had exerted all mywill,

I could have
moved into that picture.

You surprise me,
Herr Strobe.

Who would have thought...

that all you hunger for
is a rowboat?

Yes.

[Voice Quavers]
That's all.

You black-uniformed gods...

who put barbed wire
around the Earth...

and all you want
is a rowboat!

[Laughing]

You know something,
Herr Strobe,

your tastes are really
quite expensive.

You yearn for the most-

the most expensive
and unobtainable things-

peace and immortality.

Forget it, Herr Strobe.

The price is a soul and a conscience,
and you ha ve neither!

Go to hell, you-

[Murmurs]

Afteryou, Herr Strobe.

[Laughing]

[ L aughing L ouder]

Good afternoon.

Rather taken with it,
aren't you?

It has a quality.

And the concentration camp
picture--

that has no quality,
Herr Arndt?

L beg your pardon?

I thinkyou've made a mistake.

My name is Strobe.

Josef Strobe.
You called me something else.

Forgive me.
I guess I did.

You reminded me ofsomeone,

a certain Herme Arndt.

HerrAmdt was not
an admirer ofje ws.

He would stand by the front gate
at Auschswitz.

With a riding crop in his hand,

he would inzficate which
of the incoming people would zfie...

and which would temporarily
stay alive.

And how were you so fortunate,
Herr Bleum?

A concentration camp can be
a university ofhigher learning...

when it comes to teaching a man
to sta y a/i ve.

Good day to you, Herr Strobe.

[ Footsteps 5/o w/y Recezfing]

G,' [ Woman'; Voice, Singing /n German]

G,' [ Singing Continues]

G,' [ Singing Continues]

[Man On P.A., Speaking Spanish]

[Man On P.A. Continues]

[ Thunder Rumbles]

[Lightning Crashes,
Thunder Continues]

JflSinging In Spanish]
[ People Chatter/mg]

JAM J14 81'» 5%'

♪ Canta y no llores ♪

,' Porque cantando 5e a/egran,'

,' Gel/to lindo Io5 corazones,'

♪ Ay. ay. ay- ay ♪

,' Cantayno l/ores,'

♪ Porque cantando se alegran ♪

♪ Cielito lindo los corazones ♪

♪ Ay. ay. ay- ay ♪

,' Cantayno l/ores,'

,' Porque cantando 5e a/egran,'

♪ Cielito lindo los corazones ♪

♪ Ay. ay. ay- ay ♪

♪ Canta y no iiores ♪
♪♪ [ Singing, indistinct]

J Porque cantando se alegran J
J Uber alles J

g,' [ Singing /n Spanish Continues]
♪ Uber alles in der Welt ♪

,' Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze,'

,' BrJder/ich zusammenhéh';

Jvon der Maas bis an die Memel ♪

Jvon der Etsch bis an den Belt ♪

- ,' Deutsch/anzi Deutsch/and fiber a/les,'
- [Shouting In Spanish]

[People Shouting, indistinct]
,' Uber al/es in der Welt,'

,' Deutsch/anzi Deutsch/and
fiber a/les,'

- ,' UbEf2//ES",'
- [Screams]

[ People Chatter/mg]

[Stick Raps ]
,' Deutsch/anzi Deutsch/and,'

,' Uberal/es,'

,' Uber al/es in der Welt,'

[ Continues Rapping Stick]
JWenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze ♪

[ Thunder, Lightning]
,' Von der Etsch bis an den Belt,'

,' Deutsch/anzi DEUfSCILI/2l7d",','

Uberal/es.
[ Si g h s ]

L/l/ie geht es l/men, Gruppenffihrer?

Gut, danke.

Una' lhnen?

I knew who you were.

One doesn't forget a man like you
very easily.

I'm touched.

Well, shall we have a drink,
Herr Bleum,

or shall we talk ofold times or-

What shall we do, hmm?

What would please you?

Tell me and see ifl can't
accommodate you.

Tell me, Herr Bleum,

have I changed much?

No. No, Gruppenffihrer.

You've changed very little.

[Lightning Crashes]

Excellent.

Excellent, Herr Bleum.

The memory is still intact.
Hmm?

The, uh, body is somewhat...
the worse for wear, hmm?

The body has had
much done to it.

This was done to me
with a lit cigarette...

during an otherwise dull aflemoon.

Your kind of sport, Gruppenffihrer,

something you would understand.

Tell me, Herr Bleum,

have you, uh-

Are you content to reminisce
about these things?

- Or have you seen fit to-
- Tell others?

What do you think?

I think, Herr Bleum,

that ifyou have something to say
to the god oflsrael,

- [Stick C/atters]
- now is the time.

I've made my peace-

something you shall never
be able to do, Gruppenffihrer.

You have put
too many Christs on crosses...

for any god
to give you an audience.

Still the martyr, huh?
No. lam simply...

[Gasping]
the six millionth plus one.

G,' [ Voices Singing /n Hebrew: Mourning]

[ Woman On P.A., Speaking Spanish]

[ Woman On P.A. Continues]

[Man Speaking Spanish]

De nada.

[ Raps 1
What time is the next bus?

The next bus to where?
Where would you like to go?

Just-just anywhere.
Out ofthe city-

as far as this will take me.

Well, uh, that will takeyou
to Mar Del Plata.

Lucky foryou it stopped raining.
You have kind ofa long wait.

After 2O years, it's not so long.

Excuse me. I believe we have
a mutual acquaintance.

Doyou know a man named Bleum?

Listen to me.
I don't care what Bleum told you.

He's-He's mad.
He's out of his mind.
Let's go.

Listen- Listen to me.

I'm not the one you want.

There are others, big ones.

There's-There's Bormann.
Martin Bormann- he's still alive.

Believe me, he's-he's still alive.

And MUller.
Heinrich MUller is still alive in Silesia.

Listen to me. I know these men.
I can find these men foryou.

Please. There must be a price, huh?

There's some price.
Any price!

G,' [ Voices Singing /n Hebrew]

[Men Con versing In Spanish]

[Men _#3]
;Estupldos!
Don 1:' /ez' those park? txhgs get we z'.

You were hxred
to put them x}? the truck,
5o put them x}? the truck!

[Men Mutteflng]
A// r/ght, all right!

No wonder we ha ve no culture
in this count/y

Sure, sure. Get a uniform,
and r/ght awa y you are a king

Nobody cares for paintings.
All right. We take them in.

Be sure and dry them
when you get them in the truck.

No w ge z' mo vrhg!
G ea' mo vrhg!
All right, all right.

Come on, come on. Hurry up.
lt's getting late.
A// fig/l r.

And be carefu/
when you set them down.
P/ease! P/ease!

- [Statue C/atters]
- [ Door Creaks]

Who is in there?

Who is in there?

[Man]
Shalom, G ru ppenfU h rer. Shalom.

[Both Grunting, Straining]

Please. lfthere is a God,
let him show himselfnow.

Get me into the picture.

I must get into the picture.

G,' [ Woman'; Voice, Singing /n German]

Please. Please.

God, Christ- anyone.

Get me into the picture!

I must get into the picture.

[Gasps]

[Screams]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

At this hour?

[Howling Faint]

What's the matter?
What do you hear now?

Don't you hear it?
[Ho w/ing Continues]

A dog or something.
It must have been run over.

Everything seems intact.

Maybe there was someone here,
but they're not here now.

What happened to The Fisherman?

Was that one of the loaners?
Yes, sir.
It was taken away tonight.

The director had that
concentration camp thing
put there in its place.

Hateful-looking thing.

Luiz. Luiz.

[Howling Faint]

Good evening.