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[theme music]

(Freddy)
No, no, no.

Don't touch that dial.

Here's what's
on my mind, tonight.

(male narrator)
Donald's a hypnotherapist.

In a moment I'm going
to count to three.

(male narrator)
And he really enjoys his work.

And you'll remember nothing
that happens.

(male narrator)
But will a colleague
put an end to his game?

You're not gonna tell anybody,
are you, Stuart?

I don't know.

(male narrator)
Or will Donald
dream up a way out?

I hear you could make a man
do just about anything.

(male narrator)
Find out..

Oh, I'm loving this.

(male narrator)
on "Freddy's Nightmares."

[theme music]

(Freddy)
You're in Springwood now.

And you're all mine.

[screaming]

[laughing]

[music continues]

- (Dr. Crowley) 'Mrs. Lowe, I'm gonna count
- backwards from five'

On each number you will go
deeper and deeper

in to your hypnotic state.

When I reach zero,
you'll be as deep as you can be.

Do you understand?

- Yes.
- Good, then here we go.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

How do you feel, Mrs. Lowe?

Fine.

Mrs. Lowe, your right arm
is becoming lighter than air.

So light that it will float away

if you're not careful.

Okay, Mrs. Lowe,
your arm is now back

to it's normal weight.

[sighs]
Now, in our last session

we came to the conclusion that

you've lost your self esteem

do you remember that?

You said you feel ugly
because your husband

no longer finds you attractive.

I moved into a hotel.

I know, Mrs. Lowe.

Would you like me to
help you with your problem?

Hm.

Very good, Mrs. Lowe.

Now, in a moment,
I'm going to count to three.

You will then open your eyes
and feel completely refreshed.

When you see me..

I will appear to you
as your husband..

Todd.

You will be completely alone
with him.

Do you understand?

'Good. One more thing.'

If I say the words hocus-pocus

you will go back in to a deep

'hypnotic trance.'

And you'll remember nothing
that happens

between now and then,
do you understand?

Then here we go.

One.

Two.

Three.

Todd?

What are you doing here?

Uh, Dr. Crowley asked me
to come by.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I didn't
mean to bother you with my...

I think..

you are thesexiest..

most beautiful women
on the face of this planet.

[instrumental music]

[moaning]

Oh, Todd.

[music continues]

Donald, I just wanted to..

Stuart!

I... I'm in the middle
of-of-of a session.

I-I, I'll come back later.

Oh, my..

Hocus-pocus.

Oh, God.

[panting]

[indistinct chatter]

Listen, Stuart.

That, that wasn't
what it looked like.

Yeah, I, I was trying,
uh, an experimental therap

to improve the patients
self image.

- You were raping her.
- Rape?

It would only be rape, if she
was forced against her will.

Look, she started it,
she thought I was her husband.

You're not her husband, Donald.

So, my new hypnotic technique
is full proof.

She'll never remember
what happened

and what the lady
doesn't know, won't hurt her.

Stuart, Stuart, we've been
through a lot together.

You know me.

I thought; I did.

You're not gonna tell anybody,
are you, Stuart?

I don't know, I have to think.

You are now deeply
under my control.

Oh, I'm loving this.

When you wake..

you will love Freddy.

You will desire Freddy.

You will want Freddy.

You'll even go
to the grave for Freddy.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[moaning]

[sighs]

Ow!

What is this?

It's a jawbreaker, doctor.

It's candy.

That's funny.

A guy came into the hospital
a few weeks back

who choked to death,
on one of these.

Right in this hotel.

Small world.

Derby, I cannot marry
a man who smokes

as much as you do.

You can't marry me anyway.

Not until you get that divorce
you've been talking about.

I will, soon.

Trust me.

Sure, doesn't look like it.

You're still sleeping
with your husband.

Yes, but I don't enjoy it.

I don't.

Besides, why should
I get a divorce

when you're just gonna die
of cancer anyway.

When are you gonna stop smoking?

Soon, I promise.

I just gave up my whole life

to move to this godforsaken town

to be here with you.

I gave up my job, my apartment..

I'm living in this damn hotel.

It's a little stressful, okay.

And what if I don't get
this new job.

You will.

I wish I was as sure as you are.

Do you know, how hard it is
to land a CPA job

when you're dyslexic.

When you get your numbers
all mixed up?

[inhales]

Derby, what if I introduce you

to the best hypnotherapist
in Springwood.

He can make you stop smoking.

[birds chirping]

[knock on door]

Come.

Mrs. Lowe.

What a pleasant surprise.

'What can I do for you?'

Well..

Uh..

I went home after
our session this morning

and I took a nap..

and I had the strangest
dream.

Oh, w-what did you dream?

I dreamt that during our session

you hypnotized me
in to believing; you were Todd.

[chuckles]

And then you made love to me.

Th-that's a<T
uh, dream, Mrs. Lowe.

Uh, of course, you-you kno
it never happened.

[chuckling]
I know.

I was just wondering; what you
thought the dream meant?

Ah.

Mrs. Lowe, uh,
your dream was probably

a deep-seated desire
buried somewhere

in your subconscious.

You know, it's not unusual
for a female patient

to feel, uh, an attraction
for a therapist.

[chuckles]

That's funny,
that's how I interpreted it too.

Only it's not buried
in my subconscious, Dr. Crowley.

It's very much up front..

where the sex drive is?

What are you saying?

I'm saying..

that I want you, doctor

I have a surprise for you.

You're gonna like it.

What are you doing?

You're well read on Freud,
aren't you, doctor?

Yes.

[sighs]
Then you figure it out.

[screams]

[indistinct chattering]

I'm suppose to go in there
and talk to him?

If you feel like
this is something you have to..

[sighs]

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

I can't do that.

Maybe..

I can get
someone else to do it.

Excuse me.

- Dr. Crowley?
- Yes.

I'm Derby Brown.

A friend of Dr. Helen Veneer.

I hear, you can make a man do
just about anything

under hypnosis.

Yes..

[chuckling]
yes, I can.

Mr. Brown, you right arm
is becoming lighter than air

so light that it will
try to float away

if you're not careful.

Okay, Mr. Brown.

Your arm is now back
to it's normal... weight.

Very good, Mr. Brown.

When I count to three

you'll wake up,
feeling refreshed.

Only one thing
would have changed.

Whenever you take a puff
of a cigarette

it will taste like
human excrement.

In fact it will taste so bad

that even the strongest urge

to light up will be nauseating.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Very good.

There is one other thing,
Mr. Brown.

I want you to do everything
I'm about to say

to the letter,
until you hear the word..

abracadabra.

When you hear
the word abracadabra

you will forget
this suggestion completely

you will not do it
and you'll remember nothing

of this session.

Except the smoking part,
do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

Here's, what I want you to do.

I notice you have an alarm..

on your watch.

I want you to set your alarm
to go off at 3 o'clock today.

When you hear your alarm..

you will do the following.

[intense music]

Stuart.

(Stuart on phone)
'What do you want, Donald?'

Would you mind stepping
into my office for a moment?

We really have to talk.

[alarm beeping]

Make it fast,
my 3 o'clock patient's

already here.

Okay, what was Mrs. Lowe

doing in your office, Stuart?

She asked to see me.

Why would she do
a thing like that?

Because she needed someone
to talk, Donald.

And since I'm your immediate
superior she choose me.

And, uh, what did she need
to talk about?

Your new technique
didn't hold, Donald.

All of the sordid details
of this morning

are coming back
to her gradually.

That can't be.
My method works.

Oh, come on!

I-I've listened to your theories
on experimental techniques

for years now, Donald.

And never once,
never once, do you mention

concern for the patient.

No, no, all you care about
is gettin' written up

in the medical journals.

And I guess this morning
I saw the other reason.

You've got it all wrong, Stuart.

Maybe.

Maybe but Mrs. Lowe doesn't.

And as soon as
she remembers it all

she's going to the authorities.

I'm sure she can be persuaded
not to talk.

No, I doubt it.

[knock on door]

- Can I help you?
- Mrs. Lowe?

Yes.

[intense music]

What?

What is it?

[gasps]

[grunts]

Question now is..

what are you gonna do,
Stuart?

Are you gonna talk?

Oh, I won't have to.

Mrs. Lowe will do all
the talking necessary.

And if she doesn't?

Then I will.

[intense music]

[phone ringing]

(Donald on phone)
'Abracadabra.'

[dramatic music]

Hello?

Mr. Brown, a-are you alright?

- Who is this?
- 'It's Dr. Crowley.'

Did, did you call me
or did I call you?

[chuckles]
You called me.

It's strange.

I must have blacked out
or something.

- Do you remember anything?
- 'No.'

(Derby on phone)
'Nothing at all.'

'Boy, this is weird.'

Oh, I'm sure you'll be
just fine, Mr. Brown.

J-just try to relax.

Oh-oh, and-and call me
if you do remember anything.

It may be helpful in determining

the cause of your blackout.

Okay. Thanks, doc.

[Derby retching]

Mrs. Lowe was found
strangled to death

'in her hotel room
this afternoon.'

My God! She's dead?

As long as I have known you

I never would have thought
you could do such a thing!

Wait a minute,
w-what is that suppose to mean?

Well, who else would have
wanted her dead?

I don't believe
what you're saying.

We're supposed to be friends.

I mean, accusing me of bad
ethics is a subjective debate.

But murder
is an outlandish insult.

Do they know
when she was killed?

Someone heard her scream
around 3 o'clock. Why?

O-oh, we-well there
you have it, Stuart.

[scoffs]
I was with you at 3 o'clock.

Right here, in this office.

[sighs]
Well, I don't know
what to think anymore.

Wait a minute, Stuart.
Where are you going?

- Where are you going?
- To the police.

What for?

Because in our profession

the line of ethic
shouldn't move so easily.

You're a fraud, Donald,
a dangerous fraud.

No, wait a minute, please.

I don't know,
maybe you're right.

Maybe I do need help.

But if you just get me
until morning..

So-so I can tell my wife, I..

I don't want Eva to find out
about this from the papers.

And then what?

Look, Stuart,
I didn't kill anyone.

But if you wait until morning

I'll turn myself in
for my sexual misconduct

with Mrs. Lowe,
what do you, what do you say?

How do I know
you won't just leave town?

- I wont.
- I don't know.

Look, Stuart, you've known Eva
almost as long as I have.

Do it for her. Please.

First thing in the morning

if you haven't gone
to the authorities

I will.

- Understood?
- Understood.

Where will you be?

In case I need to contact
you later.

I'll be here.
I'm on duty tonight.

[intense music]

[crickets chirping]

[gasps]

Aah!

[music continues]

[sighs]

[dialing]

[phone rings]

- Crowley.
- 'Hello, doc?'

(Derby on phone)
'This is Derby Brown.'

Yes, Mr. Brown,
how are you feeling?

Not so hot.

I just had the worst nightmare.

I just dreamed,
I-I killed a lady.

'I'm scared, doc.
I don't know what to do.'

I'm about to see
another patient.

Why don't you come on over

and I'll see you as soon
as I'm finished with her.

Maybe we can figure out
what caused this

dream of yours.

Well, thank you, doc.

[sighs]
I'm sure it would make me
feel better.

[knock on door]

(Donald)
'Come.'

Hi, doc.

(Donald)
'Mr. Brown.'

[yawns]
Come in, come in.

Feeling any better?

No, in fact, I feel a lot worse.

I don't think that nightmare
was just a nightmare, doc.

Oh, what do you mean?

Well, I just heard a lady
in my hotel was killed.

Right down the hall from me.

Doc, I think
I might have done it

when I blacked out.

God, help me.
I think I really did it!

Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown,
sit, sit down.

Sit down.

When was the last time
you had a smoke?

Uh, not since
this morning. Why?

Well, it's really
very simple, Mr. Brown.

It's not uncommon for a person

suffering withdrawal anxiety

to have nightmares.

You really think
it was a nightmare?

I'd bet on it.

It just seemed so real.

Yeah, well, I-I tell you what,
why don't I put you back under

and we'll see
if we can get to the botto

of it right now, okay?

Okay.

Just lie back.

Close your eyes.

And try to relax.

Now, listen closely..

to my voice.

I'm going to count backwards
from five.

Four.

Three.

'Two.'

How are you feeling, Mr. Brown?

- Fine.
- Good.

Now, listen carefully.

I want you to set
your watch alarm again.

Set if for
10 o'clock, tonight.

Now, this is a toy gun..

Mr. Brown.

It couldn't hurt anyone.

I want you to take it with you

after our session.

When your alarm goes off,
you will come back up

to this floor.

And you'll go to room 2-4-3,
you'll go into that room

and you'll shoot the man inside

with the toy gun,
do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

[alarm beeps]

[instrumental music]

[phone rings]

Dr. Crowley.

Dr. Crowley?

Yes, this is Dr. Veneer.

(Donald on phone)
'Yes, what can I do for you?'

I was just calling
to see how the session

went with my friend Derby Brown.

Well, it went fine. I think
his smoking days are over.

Oh, that's good.

You know, poor Derby,
he's so nervous all the time

what, with him, you know

just moving here
and finding a new job

and, well, his dyslexia and all.

Yes, well,
thank you for calling.

Dyslexic?

[instrumental music]

Mr. Brown.

Uh-uh, you're
in the-the wrong office.

It's, uh..

Abracadabra.

I said, abracadabra.

Aah!

I mean..

hocus-pocus.

Oh, my God!

What the..

(Freddy)
When I count to three..

you will wake up
completely refreshed.

You won't remember a thing

except that you will want
to turn this channel.

This night, every week

so that I can mess
with you some more.

One.

Two.

Three.

[birds chirping]

You're in the wrong office

Aah!

[monitor beeping]

- What're you doing?
- What happened?

- Put that back on.
- What's wrong?

Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

Sorry, doc, there's
been a murder in the hospital.

We think the killer's trapped
somewhere in the building.

Suspect is male about 5'11

Dark hair, dark eyes.

Sorry, I haven't seen him.

[indistinct police chatter
on radio]

I killed somebody, didn't I?

[monitor beeping]

[flatline]

Ha! Ha ha!

Fooled ya.

My heart stopped years ago.

I just like

playin' alive, playin' alive.

The guy in the hospital's

playin' barely alive.

And when I get through with him

he's gonna be playin' dead.

Anyway, after Dr. Rothman
found Dr. Crowley dead

all hell broke loose,
that's when I found you.

You were despondent
in low-grade shock.

I gave you a sedative,
and I hid you in here.

Do you wanna tell me
what happened?

I'm not sure I know.

[sighs]
Dr. Rothman says that

he saw the man who did it.

Derby, he described you.

I'm afraid he might be right.

I had a dream last night.

Actually, it was more
of a memory than a dream.

What was it?

I, I dreamt Dr. Crowley
hypnotized me

and then had me go
kill this man.

Only somehow
I screwed up and I killed

Dr. Crowley instead.

- It's crazy.
- I know it is.

But I think it really happened.

W-where are my clothes?

I hid them, why?

Well, check my jacket,
if, if I'm right

I put the gun in the pocket.

- But why? How?
- 'I told you.'

Dr. Crowley hypnotized me.

He was gonna help me
stop smoking, remember?

'You sent me to him.'

You've got to believe me.

Of course, I believe you,
but no one else is ever gonna

buy this, it's too far-fetched.

Yeah. You're probably right,
that's why I got get outta...

No, way. The police had the
hospital completely sealed off.

They're even checking
the dead bodies

as they leave the morgue.

There has to be a way.

Oh, even if we can get you
out of the hospital

you're a wanted man,
every cop in the state

will be looking for you.

[sighs]

- I've got an idea.
- What?

I, uh, I spent a year
in Stockholm

learning about an amazing new
form of plastic surgery

called infractive plasti...

Oh, I can already see
where you're goin'.

You can stop right there.

Plastic surgery involves
cutting and scalpels and blood.

Not infractive plastic.
It uses lasers.

They're, it doesn't leave
any scars or bruises

and best of all, it's fast

You want me to let you
cut me with a laser?

No way!

Do you have a better idea?

(male #1)
'Do you find anything?'

(male #2)
'No, not a trace, sarge.'

[monitor beeping]

(male #1)
'We're gonna keep lookin'
till we find him.'

(male #2)
'Alright, you two go
down the left hallway.'

- 'I'll go to the right.'
- Oh, he's gone.

[sighs]

What are you gonna
make me look like?

You mean, you'll let me do it?

Do I have a choice?

[sighs]
Um, here.

Flip through this magazine
and find a-a face you like..

One that matches
your basic facial structure.

Well, what about him?

He's pretty good lookin'.

You kidding?
With that flat nose.

Don't you want a cute nose
like, uh..

like him,
now

Okay.

Make me look like him.

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

(Derby)
'What? What-what is it?'

'Is something wrong?
Helen, talk to me.'

I don't know what to say, Derby.

You look.. I don't even,
I can't even put into words.

Here.

What did you do to me, Helen?

(Helen)
I liked your face
the way it was.

It meant more to me that way.

What?

They've put a $20,000
reward on you.

[dramatic music]

(Helen)
Derby, wake up. It's time
to remove your bandages.

Oh.

I had to tighten
your throat muscles.

Your voice will sound
a little funny for a few weeks.

[clears throat]
The question is how do I look?

See for yourself.

Oh. Oh, this is too weird.

Amazing.

You're an artist, Helen.

(Helen)
'No, the big guy upstairs is.'

He made the original face
whosever it was.

I just copied it.

[dramatic music]

[air whooshing]

[birds chirping]

The cops have sealed off
your old room at the hotel

so I checked you into a new one
under the name Bryan Johnson.

- Now, who is that?
- It's someone I made up.

It's room 2-6-7.

So go on over there and
I'll be over as soon as I can.

Hey, hey, hey, Helen.

I love you.

Me too.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[birds chirping]

(male #3)
'I'll see your hundred..'

'...and I raise you a hundred.'

(male #4)
'Call.'

Aces over queens.

You guys wanna play for money?

No, thanks.

You won every hand
for the past hour.

Somehow, I don't think
that's gonna change.

What are you sayin', I cheat?

No. You just get perfect cards
'cause you're lucky.

Hey.

Vinnie Santorro
is an honest man.

I don't lie, I don't cheat,
and I don't steal.

(male #5)
'Nah, you just kill people
for a living.'

Hey, I used to kill people
for a living.

Now, I'm reformed. Ha ha ha.

Five days I've had to listen
to this motor-mouth scumbag.

Hey, look, five days
in here ain't exactly

been a picnic with you, neither.

It stinks in here.

Why can't we get us
some maid service?

You know why we can't.

Oh, oh, what, are your afraid

somebody's gonna come in here
and blow me away?

We have to cover every angle.

Been a hired gun long enough
to know all the plays.

If the maid's on the payroll.
I'll recognize her.

So, can we get some
clean up in here?

What the hell.

Where are those damn guys
with the pizza.

Yeah, this is Detective
Seiberling in room 265.

Could we get some
maid service in here?

Thank you very much.

(Seiberling)
Thanks.

I hope you're wrong
and she blows you away.

Yeah, well, she won't.

But don't worry,
somebody else will.

I bet they got two, three guys
in this building right now

waiting for
the right opportunity.

Oh, geez, I hope to hell
it ain't Marco.

(male #4)
'Why, is he good?'

Marco's a moron.

Couldn't hit the side of a barn

if he had his gun up
against the wall.

Probably shoot me in the crotch
before he finally did kill me.

I hope they send Marco.

[both chuckling]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[glass shatters]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

About time you guys got here.

We're starving.

[birds chirping]

Helen, does anyone else know
about the plastic surgery?

- Any of Dr. Crowley's friends?
- Why?

Because somebody's tryin'
to kill me, that's why.

I was afraid something
like that might happen.

Why?

We were in such a rush that
we picked your face too hastily.

We should have read the article

that went along
with the photograph.

What does it say?

It said that your face belongs

to a man named Vincent Santorro.

He's an organized crime hitman

who just turned
state's evidence.

Oh, great. I'm dead.

(Helen on phone)
'Oh, Derby, calm down,
you're not dead.'

Oh, yeah? Have you seen
"The Godfather"?

'Those guys are mean.'

[sighs]
Derby, do not let your
imagination go wild with you.

They put a bloody
horse's head in bed

with a guy just before
they killed him.

'That is not what happened
in the film, Derby.'

And then a bunch of guys
with machine guns

they shot bullets into another
guy for about ten minutes.

Listen to me. Stay in your room
and try to relax.

I'm on my way over and we'll
figure something out, okay?

[exhales]

You even cheat at solitaire.

[knock on door]

- Yeah?
- 'Maid.'

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.

What is this, "Miami Vice?"

Somethin' like that.

Want to to step away
from the cart, please?

[sighs]

Sorry, ma'am,
gonna have to frisk you.

Be my guest, officer.

No, that won't be necessary.

Go ahead and clean.

[siren wailing]

[gasps]

[screams]

[machine guns firing]

[shatters]

[knock on door]

Helen?

[sighs]
It's about time you got here.

- How'd you do that?
- Do what?

You were right across
the hall ten seconds ago.

No, I wasn't.

You pullin' my leg or something?

No.

I could swear I just saw a guy

across the hall that's
the spittin' image of you.

Right across the hall?

Come on, Helen, where are you?

[keys clacking]

[footsteps approaching]

[gunshots]

[grunts]

[exhales]

[dramatic music]

[knock on door]

- Who is it?
- 'It's me.'

[gunshot]

[sighs]
Thank God.

[knock on door]

- Are you okay?
- Oh. No.

That Vinnie Santorro guy

he's in a room across the hall.

Are you sure? Did you see him?

No, no. The maid told me.

I wouldn't have even let her in
expect I thought it was you.

You had to pick this face.

You and your smart ideas.

I was just trying to help.

Oh, I know, I'm sorry.

[sighs]
So, what do we do now?

What else did the maid tell you?

Well, that there are two cops
guarding him. Why?

Because if the guys
across the hall

who're trying to kill
Mr. Santorro succeed

then all your,
your problems are over.

Everyone will think he's dead

and no one will be
looking for him.

Wait a minute.

Are you suggesting
that we kill the guy?

No, I'm suggesting that
we help the pros do it.

I mean, he's a killer, right?

He's probably got it coming.

[telephone rings]

Yeah.

(Helen on phone)
'Yes, officer,
this is the front desk.'

I just thought
you might wanna know

there's a man down here
who's sort of hanging out.

One of our bell captains
noticed a gun under his coat.

Thank you.
You did the right thing.

I'll come down and check it out.

Sounds like one
of Vinnie's pals is downstairs.

I'm gonna check it out.
You stay with dirtbag.

Right.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Hey, hey. They bought it.

One of 'em just left the room.

Good. Now, for number two.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

You stay down.

[music continues]

[grunts]

Derby, you're up.

Lord, do I have to?

Yes. And you have about
five minutes, so go.

Hey.

Who are you?

I, uh..

Listen, I'm, uh..

I'm really sorry.

[dramatic music]

(Vinnie)
Marco.

Marco.

I could have sworn you was
wearin' somethin' different

a second ago.

Well, yeah, I was.

I mean he was.

You see that wasn't me.
That was some guy.

He's just come
through the door..

Hey, save it, Vinnie.

You know, I may be dumb.

But I'm not stupid.

You know what I mean?

Sure, sure.

Yeah, yeah.

You're smart. That's why
you're gonna listen to me.

Uh-uh.

You taught me
better than that, Vinnie.

Come on, Marco.

[chuckles]
Hey, we're friends.

We are?

We are!

Hey, that's nice.

You know, I always wanted
to be your friend.

I still gotta kill you though.

I ain't got no choice, Vinnie.

Sure, sure you do, Marco.

Hey, you can turn
state's evidence with me.

'Yeah. Yeah, yeah.'

'We'll get you a nice deal.'

Sorry, Vinnie,
I don't know nothin'.

I ain't no snitch like you.

Hey, don't try, Vinnie.

Stop right there.

Don't worry, I'll try to make it

as painless as possible,
alright?

Oh, no.

Aah!

Damn.

Damn.

[grunts]
Marco, if you're gonna kill me

will you do it already?

What do you think
I'm tryin' to do here?

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

Plastic surgery.

Should I get some?

Nah.

Why mess with perfection?

[dramatic music]

[theme music]