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♪♪ [ Whistling ]

[ Kolchak On Tape ]
The old cliché that politics
makes strange bedfellows...

is only too true.

At one time or another,
various and sundry politicians
have found themselves,

when it proved expedient,
of course,

sharing a blanket
with the military,
organized crime...

disgruntled, gun-toting
dairy farmers,

the church, famous athletes,
the comedians--
the list is endless.

[ Clicks Off ]

But there was a senatorial race
not so long ago right here
in Illinois...

where the strangest
bedfellow of all was found
under the sheets.

The strangest...

and certainly
the most terrifying.

[ Kolchak Narrating ] July 22, Springfield, Illinois.

Eric Berringer, self-made millionaire and heavy contributor to many causes...

was driving to a late candlelight supper with his wife, Vivian.

He didn't know it, of course, but his last supper had been the night before.

August 7,
Lake Michigan.

Dennis De Silva, former advertising genius...

and now speechwriter for the incumbent Senator Talbot,

was cruising
on the family schooner,
Shooting Star.

Never was a boat
so aptly named.

August 14.
Preelection time
in the Windy City.

[ Grunts ]

Oh, sorry.

[ Kolchak Narrating ]
The people's candidate--

fearless, independent
and energetic.

Why can't the people's candidate be like the rest of us-- timid, insecure and lazy?

Palmer's rise
had been meteoric--

from obscurity to a well-appointed, spacious suite of offices...

high up
in the Brandon Building.

Palmer was good copy.

From nowhere to odds-on
favorite candidate
for state senator.

No one knew
where in the hell
he came from.

Meanwhile,
up on the 40th floor,

Stephan Wald,
Palmer's recently hired
campaign manager,

a veteran of two honestly run congressional campaigns, was telling him where to go.

- Palmer, you are a crook.
- Oh, now, Steve.

Steve, why don't you save
those colorful descriptive
phrases for the opposition, huh?

Don't you try to con me.
I went back to see your old
constituency in Dantonville.

Oh, you didn't
miss a trick, did you?

Bribery, extortion,
misappropriation of funds.

Those accusations are made
all the time in politics,

especially when
you win elections.

You didn't win that election.
You stole it. You bought it
with laundered money.

But you're not
gonna buy the state senate,
not with me as your bag boy.

I like the way you've
run the campaign, Steve.

I'm going on to bigger things.
I'd like you with me. But if
you're determined to quit--

You don't seem to
get the picture, Bob.

I'm not just quitting.
I'm blowing the whistle.

That would be a mistake.
We better talk about it.

Sure. I'll talk about it,
to the D.A.

- I can't let you do that.
- You can't stop me.

Mr. Wald,
you forgot your brief--

[ Sighs ]

[ Kolchak Narrating ] I was a young man when I started waiting for that elevator.

But there's two things that just can't be rushed-- anyone who is paid by the hour...

and an office building
elevator.

Stephan Wald's stock in life was about to bottom out.

[ All Screaming ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

[ Crash ]

- Get the crowbar.
- Yeah.

[ Dog Growling, Barking ]

[ Growling ]

[ Kolchak Narrating ] Some advice for pedestrians--

when you're run over
by a strange dog,

if you can't get his number, at least get his license tag.

[ Kolchak Narrating ] The events in the elevator...

made me late
for my appointment
with Robert Palmer.

They told me at his office
that he'd left
for a televised debate.

I was heartily disliked at that particular TV station,

so I settled for observing the debate in the stimulating atmosphere...

of one of Chicago's
gentleman's clubs.

[ Man On TV ]
It's a double play--

Owen to Walker to Jefferson. And that'll do it for the Cubs.

After four innings of play, for Chicago, no runs, two hits, no errors, three men left on base.

- Hey, Louie.
- [ Man On TV Continues ]

- Take off your hat
and catch the game.
- No. No, thanks.

- But there is one thing
I would like.
- The name of a good tailor?

- No.
- A drink?

[ Kolchak ] You know I never drink when I'm in uniform. Could I use your telephone?

There's a pay phone
in the men's room.

Since when do I
have to wash my hands
before I use a telephone?

Now, tell me. Have I ever taken advantage of our friendship?

- Not yet.
- Well, I'm about to.

- ...looks back at second base.
- Change that ball game
to channel 6, huh?

That's
an educational channel.

That's right.
Don't you want to learn who
your new senator is gonna be?

I don't even know
who my last senator was.

That's what I love about you,
Louie. You're really into
the important heart of things.

- Here's the pitch. Benell
swings. It's a ground ball--
- Go on, channel 6.

- Hello, is Tony there?
- The issues between
our two candidates--

Senator Talbot...

and his challenger,
dark horse of the
opposition, Bob Palmer.

- Never mind.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
unfortunately Mr. Palmer...

is not here in the studios
at the scheduled airtime,

and his campaign headquarters
has no comment--

Where's our white knight?
Getting his charger reshod?

We return to the program
now in progress,

starring Alice Faye
and John Payne
in Musical Holiday.

- [ Channels Changing ]
- Who you voting for, Kolchak?

Personally,
I've always liked Alice Faye.
She's got the biggest eyes.

[ Man On TV ]
The pitcher,
Torres of Boston.

- Again,
a one, two, three inning.
- [ Growling ]

[ Setting Timer ]

[ Vincenzo ] Now, listen, Updyke, our evening subscribers go to press by 4:00 p.m.,

and they damn well better
have a verdict by then.

Well, write it both ways. If he's innocent, we'll save the guilty story for somebody else.

Did you get the elevator
story on the wire?

Oh, boy, did I
get it on the wire!
Here's a picture of the dog.

Strange, isn't it?
That that particular elevator
dropped like a bomb.

What do you mean,
particular?

Stephan Wald
was on that elevator.
Now he's dead.

Well, you would be too
if you dropped 40 floors.

Unless I was
a lucky dog, hmm?

Stephan Wald
was Robert Palmer's
campaign manager.

- I'm not following you, Carl.
- Remember Eric Berringer? Hmm?

Couple of weeks ago, he flew his
car nonstop right off the cliff
down to the bottom of a gorge?

Well, he was a heavy
political contributor, yeah.

And Dennis De Silva, yeah?

He was the chief speechwriter
for Senator Talbot-- gone.
Finished. Out.

Yeah, but nobody's so much
as whispered foul play.

And the authorities, apparently, are unconcerned.

What authorities?
Listen, the Titanicwas full of
authorities. Look what happened.

Neville Chamberlain was an authority. Look where we-- The Second World War.

Carl, do not
wax professorial.

It just happens to be,
uh, a string of accidents,
that's all.

It's striking both sides of the political fence. That makes it obvious that it isn't motivated.

- Sure. Terrific.
- Did you put the story
on the wire?

- Sure, it's on the wire.
- Did you insinuate anything
in the elevator story?

Which political party did
you point your finger at?

Who's gonna sue us now?

- [ Kolchak ] Tony, would I--
- Remember what
happened last year?

[ Kolchak ]
If I want to say it,
I'll write it!

- Miss Emily!
- Buongiorno!

Welcome home
from your vacation.
Did you have a good time?

Absolutely marvelous.

Italy is just themost
beautiful place on Earth.

Oh, you should be very proud
of your heritage.

Rome was magnificent.

The Trevi Fountain
and the Spanish Steps.

And one day, we almost
met "Lina Jollobrigida."

- Really?
- Yeah. Well, that's,
uh, that's very good.

Very good. Well, now that
we're all rested, we can
get back to work, can't we?

- Yes.
- Terrific.

- This is for you,
if you're hungry.
- Who? For me?

- Oh, well.
- Is that for me?

- Yes. And this is for you.
- Oh.

For me? Oh, Miss Emily,
you shouldn't have.

Well, let's see what's in
here. Well, they certainly
wrapped this very well.

Well, let's see.
What do we have here?

Artichoke pasta?

[ Emily ]
Well, it's not available
in this country.

And it has half the calories
of regular spaghetti.

Uh, that's because
it's made of artichoke
paste instead of flour.

Oh, it's a hat.

Well, Carl, now you can
get rid of that bird feeder
you been wearing.

- [ Stammering ]
- Go ahead. Try it on.

Uh--
[ Chuckles ]

- Do you like it?
- Oh! It's-It's-It's-It's...
marvelous.

- What else did you get?
- Oh, well, now...

- this is for Ron, and this
is for one of the girls.
- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

- And, uh, this.
This is for me.
- Well, wh-what is that?

Well, it's holy water.
And it was blessed
by Pope Paul VI himself.

- Really?
- You know, I had once planned
to enter the priesthood.

And then the Inquisition ended
and all the fun
went out of it for you.

Thank you very much,
Miss Emily.

- Get in here!
I want to talk to you.
- Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Oh! Oh, Marge.

Don't push your luck, Kolchak.
You've already rubbed me the
wrong way on the elevator story.

Tony, I just mentioned that
another death israther unusual.
That's all that I meant.

- This is your dog picture?
- Yeah, that's my--
What happened to it?

It disappeared.
Tony, it was right there in
the solution. I saw it as it--

Get me Henry De Witt
of the Dantonville Herald.

In Dantonville!

Carl, maybe the dog
just ran off. You know,
his master's voice and all that?

No. No, Tony, it was--
it was in the pan.

Carl, get back
to work, will you?
Just do the Palmer interview.

- Find out why he missed
that TV debate yesterday.
- [ Intercom Buzzes ]

Hello. Henry,
Tony Vincenzo here.

Yeah, fine.
How's yourself?

Look, uh, Henry,
I'll tell you why I called.

I've got a reporter here
called Carl Kolchak...

who's just burning
to do an in-depth piece
on Robert Palmer.

And I knew Palmer was
from your area, so, uh--

Well, you should be proud
of him, Henry. You've got
a ton of material?

Look, Henry, will you do me
a favor and send over a packet
here to Kolchak at the office?

Thank you very much, Henry.

- Tony, I saw it.
It was in the picture.
- Kolchak, go!

[ Sighs ]

Go.

Go. Just go.

Thinks I'm some kind of slave.
The medieval years are over.

Go! Go. Go.

Welcome home, Miss Emily.

♪♪ [ Whistling ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Kolchak Narrating ]
For a man who
seemed to be a comer,

Mr. Palmer certainly
picked a weird time
to absent himself.

[ Doorbell Rings ]

- Mrs. Palmer?
- Yes.

Carl Kolchak,
Independent News Service.

I was supposed to
interview your husband.

- I'm sorry. My husband
isn't home right now.
- Do you know where he is?

- No.
- Well, he's well-known for
being prompt and perfect.

Uh, aren't you worried
about his disappearance?

Oh, I don't think
he's disappeared.

Bob is always running off
to secret meetings
in smoke-filled rooms.

I'm sure
we'll hear from him.

Well, as long as we're here,
why don't we have a little chat?
You can talk about your husband.

- What does the candidate like?
- Privacy.

[ Chuckles ]
Your name's Lorraine,
isn't it?

Yeah. But you can
call me Mrs. Palmer.

Uh, thank you, Mrs. Palmer.

Uh, what's it like
living with Bob?

- He's perfect.
- I wish I were.

- So do I. Good night.
- Uh, before your husband
became a senatorial candidate,

not much was known about him,
and his background
is very sketchy.

- It's hard to fit together.
- It's very late.

And if you want answers,
I'm afraid you'll have to
go to my husband for them.

- Well, that's-- What I'm
trying to do is find some--
- Good night.

Expletive deleted.

Whew!

[ Growling ]

[ Growling Continues ]

[ Barking, Growling ]

[ Cloth Ripping ]

Good evening.

Did you at least find out
where he'd been?

- Yes, of course.
- Where?

- He said he had been
in a deep depression.
- Well, aren't we all?

Stephan Wald's death
upset him, he said.

He was still too upset
to grant me an interview,
he said.

- But he looked as calm
as a Buddha, a plastic Buddha.
- When do we get the interview?

Tony, I had a small accident,
uh, that I'd like to put a
voucher in to get repaired on.

Why don't we wait?
Maybe it'll heal by itself.
What happened to it?

Would you believe me
if I told you
that the same dog...

that jumped out
of the elevator at me...

- showed up in front of Palmer's
house and attacked me?
- No.

Would you believe that
two plus two equals four?

-When do we
get the interview, Carl?
-When do I get my coat repaired?

Are you trying to tell me
that you're concerned about
the way you look?

Miss Emily brought you that
nice new hat and you insist on
wearing that eyesore. Why, Carl?

- What don't you like
about this hat?
- What's under it.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Kolchak Narrating ]
August 16, 8:30 a.m.

An early morning phone call
from the late
Stephan Wald's secretary...

brought
the usually sartorial
Robert Palmer...

to an unexpected meeting at a spot in Lincoln Park...

historically reserved
for lovers.

You made it.

You made it sound urgent.
Any particular reason
to meet here?

I thought it would be
a good chance for us
to be alone together.

[ Sighs ]
I'm very busy.

I can remember when
you always had time for me.

I don't ever remember
having time for
aimless chatter, Susan.

Hmm. Robert T. Palmer,
young man in a hurry.

You don't need me
anymore, do you?

- Mm. Easy come, easy go.
- Right.

- Is this it?
- Not quite.

You remember the day
Steve got killed
in that elevator accident?

I'm trying to
forget that, Susan.

He wasn't only
my campaign manager,
he was a good--

I ran into the hall just as you
and Steve got in the elevator.
He forgot his briefcase.

- So?
- I went through it.

Well, are you gonna tell me
what you found?

A sealed envelope addressed
to the district attorney.

What was in it?

Facts, figures,
dates, names.

Enough information to start
a whole investigation.

[ Sighs ]
You know, Bob, we both
underestimated each other.

I don't know how you got
out of that elevator, but
you won't get out of this.

Will money do it?

Got nothing else
going for me.

- No!
- [ Growling, Barking ]

- [ Screaming ]
- [ Barking ]

- [ Groans ]
- I know I pumped six shots in
that dog. I don't believe it.

- Hey, you better
call an ambulance.
- Yeah.

[ Man On Police Scanner ]
Roger. This is
rescue unit 1882.

Proceeding to
Queen of Angels Hospital
with dog attack victim.

Name-- Driscoll,
Susan Marie. Address--
44228 Coriander Way.

[ Kolchak Narrating ] The name rang a faint bell from the time I'd visited Palmer's office.

I figured there are dog bites and there are dogbites.

Usually, they don't
send you to the hospital.

However, I knew one canine who could do that kind of work.

[ Siren Fades ]

Hey, where do you
think you're going?
You can't go in there.

The dog attack victim,
Susan Driscoll?

- She was just
rolled into emergency.
- Yeah? Messed up?

Bad. The ambulance drivers
think that she'll make it. But,
of course, they're not doctors.

Yeah. Sure, sure.
Uh, did you, uh--
Wh-What kind of dog was it?

- He was big.
- What color was he?

He was, uh,
black and brown.

- Black and brown.
Did you get a shot at it?
- Yes, sir.

- Did you hit it?
- Possibly.

What do you-- Possibly?
What do you mean possibly?

Do I have to drag it
out of you? How far away
were you from him?

Oh, several paces.

Several paces? Paces?
What is that, three feet?
Thirty feet? What?

- [ Clicks Off ]
- Well, it was the damnedest
thing that I ever seen.

I mean, we were point-blank.

And, of course,
we get shook sometimes when
we have to fire our weapons,

but we weren't that shook.

- Yeah.
- Now, the dog--

the dog seemed to
like the firepower.

- What?
- He didn't move.

He just stood there.
I ain't never seen
nothing like that.

- That's weird.
- Yeah. But you can't
go in there.

- Well, can I at least
get a picture of you?
- Yeah. Go right ahead.

Okay. Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

[ Flatline Tone ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Flatline Tone ]

Are you trying to
tell me that there
was nothing mysterious...

about this
Susan Driscoll's death?

- Are you a medical journalist?
- No, of course not.

Why should I bother
wasting my time explaining
something technically...

that you obviously
wouldn't grasp?

Come on, come on, turn off
the bubble machine, Doc.

It's not technical,
medical nonsense
that you're worried about.

It's legal technicalities.
Flak from upstairs.
That I understand very well.

Well, I'm a doctor, Mr. Kolchak,
and I am not some functionary
who is paid by the hour.

- I don't fear my superiors.
- Oh, goody-good for you.

Yes, it is good for me.

Okay, Doc.

Then, uh, when your superiors
see the story, they will read
that Susan Driscoll...

died under
mysterious circumstances.

Mr. Kolchak.

You called?

What's mysterious about it?

- You a crime reporter?
- You know I'm not.

Well, then how could I
possibly explain to you...

the technical side
of putting a story together?

You couldn't
possibly grasp it.

Miss Driscoll died of hemolysis.
Cerebral vascular blockage.

- I think she was murdered.
- And I think you're irrational.

She was in
a deep state of shock
from the dog attack.

She had what is
commonly called a stroke.

- And that's your statement?
- Mm-hmm.

How does the song go, Kolchak?
"Different strokes
for different folks."

Had a checkup lately?

[ Typing ]

The Kolchak family album?

Listen, I'm trying to
identify a breed of dog here.
Maybe you can help me.

See, the animal had a body
something like this,

but it had a big head
like this.

- See, with pointed ears.
But it had red-orange eyes.
- Sounds like a mongrel.

Well, I thought mongrels
were even-tempered
and nice, friendly dogs.

This one tried to kill me.

Well, dogs are instinctive
judges of character.

Well, it's the paws,
you see.

I mean, this one had five toes
on it, and I can't seem to
find it anywhere in the book.

No domesticated normal dog
has five toes, only wild dogs
from Africa or Asia.

If you met one of those, you'd
certainly know it. They're the
most ferocious of wild animals.

What is this, Updyke,
Zoo Parade?

Don't you have an assignment
you should be working on?

Tony, wild dogs
only have five toes,
but this dog--

Yeah, I heard, I heard.
They have five toes.

Maybe one of them
can work the typewriter.

Maybe one can even replace you
and get more work done.

Oh, that's funny.
That's really very funny.
I'm working.

Oh, are you? Weren't you
supposed to be covering...

the incumbent Senator Talbot's
question-and-answer session
with the public?

Nothing is going to
happen there. Nothing.

He's gonna dish out
the usual pabulum, just like all
the rest of the politicians.

Senator, according to
the latest polls, you're
trailing by a sizable margin.

Do you have any comment
on that?

Well, Dan, people
still pick their leaders
in the voting booth,

not by answering pollsters.

And we haven't reached
voting day yet.

Does that mean we can expect
some big developments
between now and election day?

Like one of your famous bombs
to drop on Mr. Palmer.

Now, what kind of a bomb
could I drop on Mr. Palmer?

He's as pure
as the driven snow,
by what I hear.

Anyway, for right now,
I'm gonna get away from all
of this for just one day,

join my wife and family
up at Lake Hollow.

Oh, thank you all
and God bless.

- Listen, there's
one other thing, Senator.
- No more comments.

Senator, are you surprised
at the support that
Mr. Palmer has gotten?

Listen, I'll tell you what.
If we could arrange a debate
between you and Mr. Palmer,

would you be interested
in that?

It's not going to work.
No, sir.

All right, Senator,
enjoy your holiday.

What's wrong
with that maniac?

[ Growls ]

[ Kolchak Narrating ] I'd been a little late for my assignment on Senator Talbot...

and knew that Vincenzo
would go through the roof.

But now I had a new story,
one I was sure
Vincenzo wouldn't like--

that political campaigns
are generally littered with
pollsters and rhetoric,

but this one was littered
with corpses.

Listen, Talbot
wasn't sloshed, was he?

Uh, we don't know.
The coroner's making
a full report.

Wouldn't make any
difference though. The other
car swerved into him head-on.

- No. Any skid marks?
- Only from this car.

- This one, Talbot's?
- Yeah.

Well, that other driver
must have been stoned
right out of his gourd.

Either that
or he had a heart attack.
One or the other.

Uh, we don't know.
Haven't found him yet.

You're kidding.
Nobody, but nobody,

even including Lee Petty,
walks away from
a wreck like this.

- Well, somebody did.
- You got a make
on the car?

Yeah. Stolen
from an orthodontist
over in Decatur.

Oh, that's terrific.
Just terrific.

Well, there's no blood.
You would've had to use
a torch to cut him out.

- How didhe get out?
- Well, we haven't
got any answers.

I'll do you a favor.
I won't quote you on that.

Oh, boy.

Why do I eat at Manny's?

What are the first symptoms
of botulism? Do you know?

Sorry, Carl, am I
keeping you from something?

Oh, hi, Tony.

Well, Palmer isn't Irish,
but he sure is lucky,
isn't he?

Well, it's terrible
about Senator Talbot,

but it doesn't
necessarily mean that
Palmer is a shoo-in.

Oh, no, no, of course not.
No, the governor will just
appoint an interim senator...

to fill out Talbot's term.

Somebody that Palmer
can just walk right over
come election day.

Well, since Palmer
is gonna be senator,

doesn't it behoove you
all the more
to get off your duff...

and write something
about him?

- Doesn't this smell
to you, Tony?
- What does?

This campaign's
had more fatalities
than a Labor Day weekend.

And who breezes through it,
just cool as a cucumber,
right into a legislative seat?

- Yeah.
- I mean,
unexplained accidents,

medical puzzles,
driverless cars, huh?

Well, with some digging,
we could turn up
a political scandal.

And, boy, that would sell.
That would put a news outfit
right on the map.

- Mm-hmm.
- But it could also
wipe one out, Carl.

And everywhere this hound,
this canine beast--

Well, I don't mind
political exposés
if the facts are there.

But, Kolchak, why does
our political exposé
have to have a dog in it?

- Uh-huh, but it's not
any particular dog, Tony.
- It's a dog, Carl.

Now, I don't wanna hear
anything more about it.

Why do I ever get
my hopes up with you?

- Hey, Bernie.
- Hi.

- Uh, two bucks.
Postage due.
- What's this?

Oh, that's
from Henry De Witt,
the Dantonville Herald.

That's the Palmer material.

Now look, read it. Write up
something I can use. Something
constructive, sensible.

Uh, first, Uncle Sam
wants two bucks.

- Don't look at me, look
at him. He ordered it.
- Yeah, two bucks.

Uh, all right,
come on in here, Bernie.
I'll give it to you.

Hmm.

[ Exhales ]

[ Ticking ]

[ Bell Dings ]

[ Ticking ]

[ Bell Dings ]

Oh.

- Here, let me help you.
- Thank you, Ron.

Oh, no, no, no, not there.
Put them on Carl's desk.
They're for him.

Thanks, Emily.

Why won't Vincenzo
do something
about that elevator?

Hmm.

- Find what
you're looking for yet?
- Mm-mmm.

Well, I went all the way
over to the Parklawn branch
to get these.

"Satanism."

"Power Through Witchcraft."

You're not gonna
be reading these things
on into the night, are you?

Mm-hmm.

Well, whatever
turns you up.

On, Emily, on.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

I've got it!

Uh, please, Mr. Vincenzo,

something has simply got to
be done about that elevator.

Tony, here it is.
Here it is, right here.
See, the amulet.

First the dog had it,
and now Palmer's wearing it.
See, right in the picture. See?

I'm not a complainer.
You know that.

See, devil worshippers
make pacts, contracts
with the prince of darkness.

- What's the normal heartbeat?
- They achieve great wealth,
power, high office, whatever,

- but they sell their souls
to the devil.
- Now, how much could it cost?

One of these days,
someone's heart is just gonna
give out climbing those stairs.

The devil confers
upon them the power
to transform themselves.

Now please, Carl,
let me finish,

and then you can have
your little chat.

My own sister's husband
dropped dead simply
climbing to the attic.

Of course,
he was overweight too.

Tony, Tony,
Palmer is an evil incarnate.

He is going to go all the way
to the White House,
to the Oval Office.

Tony!

That's what's wrong
with this country.
Nobody cares.

Try to warn them.
Do they listen? No.

Nobody listens.
Nobody cares.

Try to do a job and--

Your nose is
growing longer, Ron.

It's okay, Emily.
God will understand.

I hope.

Don't stay late.

[ Kolchak Narrating ]
Sometimes if you want
a job done right,

you just have to
foul it up yourself.

The local real estate scam had it that the Palmer house...

had once belonged
to a defrocked minister,

but it looked like the house inGone With the Wind,

only this one
had gone to the dogs.

[ Kolchak Narrating ] I noticed the Palmers were conversing in a downstairs den.

So, not wanting to disturb them, I looked for the press entrance. There was none.

- But where there's
a window, there's a way.
- [ Squeaking ]

Bob, you have got to
get out of this.

You talk about this as though
it were another boring
luncheon with your mother,

as though I can go to
a phone and call it off.

I love the way you take
that civilized tone with me.

Don't you realize
the trouble you're in?
We are in?

Don't you realize
what we're dealing with?
Who we're dealing with?

There are no clauses
or subparagraphs in the contract
which allow you to back out.

Then there must be a way,
a church or a minister?

A church. Now really,
Lorraine, grow up.

I have no intention
of backing out.

Yes, it is costly.

But there's
the old American adage,
"You get what you pay for."

I'm afraid.

Bob, let's drop
the whole thing-- the offices,
the election, everything.

Let's just go somewhere
and live simply.

I thought we were
living simply, Lorraine.

It may not be too late.

[ Bottle Clatters ]

Where are you going?
Can't we finish
a simple discussion anymore?

I don't think I can get
to the end of this session
without some more Beaujolais.

[ Sneezes Quietly ]

[ Door Creaking ]

I invoke you,
Baphomet and Asmodeus.

All spells against me
congregate.

Within this beast,
be that your fate.

Sour blood
from withered fruit.

You must grow
from blighted root.

Life from death
let spirit soar.

Stay each man's hand,
let blood restore.

All this I see
in scarlet spore.

This is my will...
to evils flee.

You may come out now,
Mr. Kolchak.

I'm waiting for you.

Well, your insatiable desire
for a story has brought you
to a sorry state, hasn't it?

I know all about
insatiable desires.

I suffered with the problem
myself for quite a time.

And, uh--

And now all of your
desires are sated?

One by one, they seem
to have disappeared.

Soon they'll all be gone.

A few years ago,
I was offered
a proposition.

I had the choice
of a dull,
undistinguished career--

because to be quite frank,
I was pretty much of a zero--

or the choice of the path
that lies before me.

- Which is what?
- Don't be a fool, Kolchak.

You know I can go
all the way to the top.

Now, I'm gonna
need powerful allies
in the press.

You're a good reporter,
not a great one.

You have personality flaws
that are going to keep total
success from your grasp.

But you are, nonetheless,
a very good reporter.

You would like,
more than anything,

to have the Pulitzer Prize--

though publicly you scorn
the very concept of awards.

You would like more
than anything else
to get to New York...

and work on
a major daily paper.

You would even like
a suede-backed chair
at your desk.

Not leather, suede.

Such small ambitions
really.

Your editor is Anthony Vincenzo. He frustrates you terribly.

You blame him
for your problems,

but you know that you,
yourself, are responsible
for most of them.

Well, I--

Mr. Kolchak, all those
stumbling blocks can be
very easily put aside.

You can have as little
as you want and much more,
starting tonight.

Do I--

Do I have to
sign my name in blood?

Yes.

[ Clears Throat ]
Well, I'd like to think about it
for a while, if you don't mind.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kolchak.
The offer expires
almost immediately.

Uh, well--

Uh, what if I don't agree
to the terms of your deal?

The pact I'm party to
specifies blood sacrifices.

I've offered lambs
and goats and sometimes
higher forms of life.

You... would be
that sacrifice tonight.

Oh.

What is your answer?

Well, that's very generous
of you, but, uh,

do you mind if I had a talk
with my attorney first?

[ Barks ]

[ Amulet Sizzling ]

[ Rolling Thunder ]

[ Whimpering ]

Nice doggy.

Good dog?
Nice doggy.

Nice dog.

[ Kolchak On Tape ] I gave
my copy on Palmer to Vincenzo
for his editorial comment.

It was the way
he crumpled it up...

that gave me
the distinct impression
he wasn't going to print it.

And Robert Palmer,
white hope of the blue collar,
darling of the demographics,

the popular explanation
is that he was kidnapped,

possibly killed by radicals.

A tragedy, people said.

They don't realize,
of course, that he did
keep one campaign promise--

The promise
of his soul to his master,
the prince of darkness.

Lorraine Palmer drove off
before I could get to her.

Her car was found
the next day,
but she never was.

Wherever she is,
I hope she has a dog
to keep her company...

and fetch her slippers...

and lick her hand.