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( music playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Tonight's stars,

Bradford Dillman,

Steve Lawrence,

Louise Sorel,

Harvey Lembeck,

and Maureen Arthur,

H,P, Lovecraft,

known to the aficionados

of the occult,

demonology, witchcraft,

as a master storyteller,

is responsible

for our first selection

in this museum

of the frequently morbid,

To you connoisseurs

of the black arts,

you'll probably recognize it,

It's a painting

that tells a story

of a young artist

who recruits his models

from odd places,

And the models

are very odd indeed,

The painter's name,

incidentally, is Pickman,

The title is Pickman's Model,

And where else would you see

a story like this

except in the Night Gallery?

ELIOT:

Now you believe me, Larry?

LARRY: Oh, I admit, it does

resemble a Pickman,

Resemble, nothing!

I'd be willing to bet on it,

But they all disappeared

at the same time Pickman did,

except the four already hanging,

And except for this one,

Look at it, Larry,

Can you seriously doubt

its authenticity?

Well, the signature

looks real enough,

Eliot, do you realize

what this is worth to you?

The last Pickman brought close

to a hundred thousand dollars

at auction,

But is it mine to sell?

Well, the man vanished

75 years ago,

He left no known relations,

If it's in your possession,

it's yours to sell,

Now, I could make arrangements

through my gallery,

How did you come by it?

I found it in here yesterday,

after I moved in,

Larry,

at the time Pickman disappeared,

where was his studio?

Oh, no one knew,

Somewhere in the North End,

People thought that--

Good Lord, Eliot,

you don't suppose--

Perfect for an artist,

and certainly old enough,

How did you find this place?

Probably the same way

Pickman did,

scoured the entire city for it

and probably

for the same reason,

He didn't have

any money, did he?

Not a Boston bean,

He kept bread on his table

giving drawing lessons

to young ladies of good family,

You know, Eliot,

I read somewhere

that the last few years

before Pickman vanished,

no one ever saw him

without his gloves on,

Oh, there are

all sorts of theories,

He was becoming leprous

like Gauguin,

had mutilated himself

like Van Gogh,

been in an accident

that left his hands deformed,

But you don't paint pictures

like this with deformed hands,

do you, Eliot?

MAN: I call it

"Ghoul Preparing to Die",

And I brought it this afternoon

not because I wish to impose

my own special style of painting

upon any of you

but merely to point out

that if one paints

what one sees,

one must also be prepared

to accept the consequences

of such candor,

Now, the consequences

of my painting,

this picture, for example,

were expulsion

from the Boston Art Institute,

the removal

of two of my canvases

from the Cabot Museum,

and a punch in the nose

from a city father who thought

that he recognized

the background

to be Saint Bartholomew's

Church yard,

of which he was an elder,

( laughs )

Yes, Miss Goldsmith?

Mr, Pickman,

you keep telling us

to paint what we see,

but where would anyone see

something like that?

In my mind's eye, Horatio,

Were you thinking

that I spent my predawn hours

lurking about cemeteries,

hoping to surprise ghouls

at their dinner

and persuading them

to sit for me?

( laughs )

And now, Miss Goldsmith,

let us discover

what your mind's eye sees

when it looks at a vase

of perfectly--

Your flowers are dying

Ms, Goldsmith,

You neglected to add water

to your glass,

And what is that?

It was meant to be you,

That's the effect

I have on flowers,

even artificial flowers?

I'm sorry,

But as I said before,

you keep telling us to--

- Paint what you see,

and this is what you see in me?

Well, it wasn't meant

to be a cruel thing,

I only meant

there's a sort of,,,

power or,,,

magnetism,

something in your eyes,

( laughs )

I quite understand,

Miss Goldsmith,

How fortunate that I chose

painting for my profession

instead of landscape gardening,

Not that the demand

for my services

in the profession I selected

has been exactly overwhelming,

You have sold some paintings,

Yes, Why, just yesterday

I heard from the proprietor

at Wielderman's

where I've had

a canvas on consignment

that he had succeeded

after two and one half years--

"View From An Artist's Window,"

- You know it?

- I bought it,

I was walking by the gallery

and I saw the signature

and I thought,

"That can't be our Pickman,"

Yes, Not a ghost

or a graveyard

or a lurking shadow,

a monster-violated maiden

anywhere,

just housetops,

and chimneys and,,,

a particular pre-gambrel roof

that antiquarians say

no longer exists in Boston,

Why did you buy it?

It's not very good,

You painted what you saw,

Ah!

But not with the eyes

of who was looking,

Excuse me?

To paint what you actually see,

you must first discover

who you actually are,

The painting you bought

predates my own self-discovery

and therefore is no more

an authentic Pickman

than this after

my meddling with it

remains an authentic Goldsmith,

- What is it?

- An object lesson,

Beware of self-portraits,

ladies,

At the least,

you may lose an ear,

while at the worst

you're on the danger

of revealing--

revealing your soul,

And now,

I think you have enriched

your existences

sufficiently for this day,

We'll meet again next Wednesday

and strive

for even greater heights

of artistic achievement,

Good afternoon, ladies,

Mrs, DeWitt,

Mr, Pickman,

It was the impression

of the Institute

that you were instructing

our young ladies

in the principles

of painting from life

and the transferring to canvas

of recognizable shapes

and figures,

Quite correct, Mrs, DeWitt,

And you employ this

as an example?

Oh, a modest one,

And one better suited

I'm afraid--

ladies--

to a less genteel conservatory,

PICKMAN: Ah, you are telling me

that my services

are no longer,,,

et cetera, et cetera?

Despite your ready wit

and bohemian élan,

Mr, Pickman,

some of our parents

do not consider you

a proper influence

on their daughters,

And now that I've seen this, uh,

specimen of your work,

I quite agree with them,

The Institute

will of course pay you

to the end of the month but,

well, I'm sure you understand,

MAVIS: She had no right

to do that,

You're a great artist,

And you, Miss Goldsmith,

had no right to eavesdrop,

- I couldn't help--

- Or do you feel

because you come from

a fine old Back Bay family

you can do anything

you damn well please?

- Certainly not!

- Nor do I, Miss Goldsmith,

Nor do I,

MAVIS: Uh,,,

I just happened

to be passing by,

In Cadbury Lane?

And stooping to tie

your shoelace,

you glimpsed me

through the window?

Since you obviously insist

on savoring the admission,

yes, I followed you,

Indeed, Might I ask why?

After the incident

at the Art Institute,

I thought you might need

some sympathetic company,

You're in error,

Miss Goldsmith,

I have never felt the need

for human companionship,

Then I shall make it my project

to awaken those feelings in you,

Here, what are you doing?

- Inviting myself to tea,

- No,

Oh, I know that's a very brash

and unladylike thing to do,

but as you so accurately

charged, Mr, Pickman,

when you come from rich,

old Back Bay family,

you can be brash and unladylike,

Will you order another cup

or shall I, Mr, Pickman?

Why do you picture me

as wilting flowers?

As you said,

do not attempt to paint

a self-portrait,

It reveals the soul,

But I was to be the face?

And I was the flowers,

Miss Goldsmith,

I think I should warn you--

- Why did you sketch

in hideous features

and say they were your soul?

I paint what I see,

And you see your soul

as a beast?

You see falsely when you look

inwards, Mr, Pickman,

Or perhaps you do

when you look outward,

Miss Goldsmith,

And now, if you'll forgive

my shortcomings as a host,

I have pictures to paint,

and while the light remains

- I'm just going to have to,,,

- May I come?

- What?

- To your studio,

That's impossible,

No one comes to my studio,

No one has ever come

to my studio,

Oh, yes, I've heard that often,

No one in all of Boston

knows where it is,

Why, Mr, Pickman?

What are the secrets

that only the North Light knows?

I believe that an artist's

work is his own--

exclusively his own--

until it's completed,

Only then does the world

take it from him,

And when will it be completed,

this work of yours

that has occupied you

for so long,

this series of canvases?

I heard about it

at the Art Institute,

Sometimes I drink,

and when I drink,

sometimes I say too much,

- A sequence

of paintings so horrible

that they would turn a man--

Turn a man to stone, Yes,

Oh,,,

then it's true,

Tell me all about them,

( chuckles )

No, Miss Goldsmith,

it would chill your blood,

I'll run the risk,

There is a legend,,,

there is a legend that tells

of an Eldritch race

more foul and loathsome

than the putrid slime

that clings

to the walls of Hell,

Twisted creatures,

half men, half beast,

move with the rustling sound

of predatory rats,

carrying with them the stench

of the charnel house,

Wretched mutations

who live deep beneath the earth

in dark tunnels,

surfacing in the dead of night

and returning before dawn

to practice,,,

their unspeakable acts

and breed their filthy spawn

until the day arrives

when their swollen numbers

will finally emerge

and ravish the earth

like a noxious plague,

You,,,

said it was only a legend,

To be sure, Miss Goldsmith,

But a legend

to excite the genius

of a Bosch, a Bruegel, a Poe,,,

and the one that I am,,,

driven to paint,

And now, if you'll forgive me,

I've stayed too long, I must go,

- Let me see your paintings,

- That is completely impossible,

Miss Goldsmith, Excuse me,

Richard!

Richard?

Haven't you guessed?

Don't you know

how I feel about you?

You must not, No,

- I forbid it,

- You can't,

When my heart is concerned,

I am God,

Then I grieve for you,

Miss Goldsmith,

for investing that heart

in such a bankrupt enterprise,

Old part of town,

Oldest there is, most likely,

North End,

It couldn't be anyplace else,

But no place you'll find in any

of your city maps, my child,

you can be assured of that,

And,,,definitely not a place

- for the squeamish,

- What do you mean?

The North End's always enjoyed

a rather unsavory reputation--

ladies of the evening,

muggings, opium traffic,

that sort of thing,

And then there was that

persistent old wives' tale,

MAVIS: Yes?

Something about a breed

of creatures,

human and yet not quite

human either,

supposed to have lived

in that part of the city,

Oh, years ago--no,

a hundred years at least,

And they dug tunnels

all through the area,

tunnels under the earth,

linking them

with the burial grounds

and with the sea from whence

allegedly they originally came,

- Surely, Uncle George,

you don't subscribe

to any of these things,

I? Ha!

Not on your life, child,

Though I can recall

when several bodies disappeared

from St, Bartholomew's Cemetery

a short while back,

There were those who insisted

it was the handiwork

of these creatures

come to pay us

a return visit,

PICKMAN: Wretched mutations

who live deep beneath the earth

in dark tunnels,

surfacing in the dead of night,

returning before dawn,

to practice

their unspeakable acts,

Did anyone ever try to prove

these creatures really existed?

Oh, yeah,

To some,

it became a fanatical obsession,

particularly those

whose womenfolk had disappeared

in the dead of night,

They believe these creatures

had carried them off

to their subterranean dwellings

for purposes of,

uh, procreation,

But if you ask me,

they disappeared

more from boredom

than from beast,

Then no one ever

actually claimed

to have seen them?

- No,

Traps failed,

as did every attempt

to smoke them out,

They finally ended up

sealing off

every underground opening

they could find

and praying that they'd

found them all,

Richard Upton Pickman, hmm?

Well,

if that's the view

from his studio,

his outlook on life

can't be particularly cheery,

( knocks on door )

Richard?

Richard?

Richard, you forgot

your painting,

( rustling )

Richard?

( door slams )

( wind whistling )

Richard?

( rustling )

Richard?

I brought your painting,

( slurping sounds )

What are you doing here?

How did you find this place?

Well, you left me a perfect map

of the neighborhood,

the painting I bought,

I brought this for you,

You left it in the tea room,

All right,

You performed your errand,

now you must go,

- Richard,,,

- RICHARD: I tell you,

you must go this instant,

I have work to do,

Can't I stay and watch?

Dear God,

Miss Goldsmith,,,

- Please,

Leave me a little of my pride,

for heaven sakes,

I pour out my heart to you,

I hunt you down

through the filthiest alleys

in the world,

I do everything

but throw myself at your feet--

- No, Mavis, please,

I'm the one to kneel

to throw myself at your feet,

but only to beg you,

to plead with you,

to leave here now,

at once, forever!

Never try to see me again,

never hear my--

( slurping, rustling )

Oh, my God, it's too late,

What?

Wait here,

Do not leave this room,

- Richard--

- Did you not hear me

when I said I had no need

of human company?

And could you not

understand why?

( growling )

GEORGE: It became

a fanatical obsession,

especially those

whose womenfolk had disappeared

in the dead of night,

They believed that these

creatures had carried them off

to their subterranean dwellings

for purposes of procreation,

( thud )

( growling )

PICKMAN: Did you hear me?

Get back to the cellar

where you belong!

( clatter )

I've promised it

a thousand times,

I'll do it yet,,,

and leave you to live out

your obscene lives

inside your cursed

tunnels forever!

Get back down--

( clatter )

( Mavis gasps )

( creaking )

Richard?

( growling )

( screaming )

( creature growling )

- ( growling )

- ( screaming )

Richard!

( Mavis shrieking )

Richard!

Richard!

What is it?!

Run, Mavis!

It's enough

to curdle your blood,

MAVIS: Did you send

for the brick layers?

I did,

They should be here

in 10 minutes

if they can locate

this rabbit warren,

- Then,,,help me, please,

- Yeah,

The man must have been insane,

No,

He painted what he saw

and what he was,

You say you've searched,

You mind if I do too?

Of course not,

Locating the ten lost paintings

of Richard Upton Pickman

is a lot more important

than who does the finding,

We'll start up here

at the top of the house

and work our way down

to the basement,

What's this thing?

I can't imagine,

Noticed it when I moved in,

but it means nothing to me,

A sewer, do you suppose?

In a cellar?

( clanks )

This thing is hollow,

Do you know

what I think?

I think we ought

to open this thing up,

Why? What do you think

we'll find?

Well, at the worst, nothing,

At the best,

those missing canvases,

Why would they be in there?

If for no other reason than

that they're not anywhere else,

Well, if you think

there's anything in it,

Let's see,

- Feeling muscular?

- Ah,

I hope we don't find anything

besides the paintings,

What's that supposed to mean?

Remember, Pickman's canvases

weren't the only thing

that disappeared,

Pickman did too,

( growling )

You're all familiar, I suppose,

with mediums and séances,

the slightly curdling

nocturnal event

in which the dead

come back to visit

through the good offices

of a middleman, or -woman,

It's a sport that lends itself

to table tappings,

some ghostly manifestations

that float transparently

across the room,

and a few distant

sepulchral voices,

This painting offers a new side

to the familiar séance

because it tells what happens

when a séance is successful

but the appearing dead

isn't the one expected,

Offered to you now

on the Night Gallery,

The Dear Departed,

MARK: Come to me,

Come to me now

from beyond the veil,

Closer,

closer to me,

Now,,,let my words go forth

and let us know

that you are here,

( wind whistling )

We are now in touch

with the spirit world,

I am calling the spirit

of Running Deer,

the Indian guide

of the Arapaho tribe,

Are you with me,

Running Deer?

Answer me now!

( wind whooshing )

He's made contact

with Running Deer,

Shh, you'll frighten him,

Oh, guide to the spirit world,

in what manner will you

communicate with us today?

( tambourine ringing )

Radha Ramadi,

ask him about my little girl,

Running Deer,

we were hoping to communicate

with the spirit

of Dory Harcourt,

Will you help us?

Please, Running Deer,

( tambourine ringing )

What did he say?

We must all concentrate

very hard,

very hard,

and let no one break the circle,

( wind whistling )

GIRL: Mommy,

Mommy?

I'm here, Mommy,

Dory!

My little baby,

My sweet child,

Are you all right?

I'm very happy, Mommy,

but I miss you and Daddy,

Oh, and we miss

you so much, darling,

We miss you, too,

Mommy,

I have something for you,

Her stuffed elephant,

Oh, she loved it so much,

Dory,

Mrs, Harcourt,

you've broken contact,

I warned you

about trying to reach out

and touch the spirits,

MRS, HARCOURT: I'm sorry,

I apologize to all of you,

She used to keep it

next to her bed,,,

and then when she,,,

Passed over?

Yes,

Passed over,,,

it just disappeared,

I wanted to contact

my husband next,

You promised,

Mrs, Hugo, I'm afraid

we can't continue anymore today,

Perhaps tomorrow,

But this is his birthday,

The birthday of his

corporeal form, Mrs, Hugo,

not his spiritual one,

And now, if you ladies

and gentlemen will excuse me,

I'm desperately tired,

My, uh,,,

my assistant will show you out,

Radha Ramadi, I,,,

I'm so grateful to you,

Mrs, Harcourt,

I'm merely the messenger,

Yes, but without your help, I,,,

I might never have seen

Dory again,

That's why you must take this,

Please, Mrs, Harcourt,

I consider my psychic powers

as a gift to be shared,

not exploited,

I'm sure you do, but,,,

now I want to share

my happiness, Please,

Then in the spirit

in which it's given,

- And perhaps--perhaps,,,

someday soon,

I'll be able to communicate

with Dory again,

The first contact

is always the most difficult,

What a blessed thing to know

that the dear departed

are never really far away,

Yes, when we need them,

when we need them

so desperately,

You're a saint, Radha Ramadi,

do you know that?

You're an absolutely saint,

May I?

Of course,

What's the going price

of sainthood?

Five hundred bucks,

( chuckles )

- Oh, did you hear that, Ange?

That Harcourt broad

coughed up 500 clams,

for my wires, a little smoke,

and your imitation

of her kid's voice,

The elephant--

that's what unbuttoned

her bank account,

Everything else

is just window dressing,

Yeah,

You're right, Ange,

She's right, Mark,

If it wasn't

for that stuffed pachyderm,

we'd have bombed for sure,

You don't know what

you're talking about, Joe,

We're going

to be rolling in dough,

Joe, baby, stick with me,

this is just the beginning,

Before we're through

with Mrs, Harcourt,

she's going to cough up

20 times that a month,

And what about the others?

Senator Cummings, Mrs, Hugo--

I tell ya, Joe,

it's gonna be Easy Street,

I don't know, Mark,

You've been smoking

those cheap stogies again,

It smells like

a snooker parlor in here,

You don't know?

What don't you know?

Me,

Me, I'm talking about,

This whole setup,

the track's too fast,

How many times you told me

about the cigar,

about how the spirits

don't like to do business

when there's smoking

or drinking around,

but does it register?

- So you made a mistake,

- That's just it,

With me,

mistakes is a way of life,

One of these days,

I'm gonna make a mistake

and there's going to be

a guy sitting there

from the bunko squad,

and then what?

Let's face it, man,

I can't hack it,

Oh, Joe,

don't talk like that,

I need ya,

Like Custer needed Crazy Horse,

You need a guy with class,

Me, I'm pure tent show,

from my socks to my hairline,

Hey, remember me?

I came from the same tent show,

Yeah, but what a difference,

You, you got style,

you got--you got elegance,

Man, you walk into a joint

and the waiters

are all over you,

I walk into that same joint

and they put up

a condemned notice

from the sanitation department,

I don't belong here,

Trimming suckers for nickels

and dimes, that's my speed,

This is a big league,

Which is exactly

why I'm counting

- on your talents, Joe,

- What talents?

You're the one that brings

the suckers here,

finds out the facts

they want to hear,

charms them with that--

with that swami jive,

- You, you're the act,

- Oh, Joe,

- I'm just a prop man,

- Joe, Joe,

What I do wouldn't raise

a tambourine

an inch off the table,

much less float

a spirit around the room,

- You're the genius, Joe,

- Genius?

Look, take that elephant

for example,

I only discovered

that the kid's nurse had it,

that's all,

but you gave it meaning,

- What meaning?

- I mean, it didn't just

fall down from the sky,

You made it appear,,,

and right in front

of Mrs, Harcourt,

At the right time,

Show business,

Just a prop man,

are you kidding?

You're the Michelangelo

of prop men,

Michelangelo?

- You're a regular

Leonardo da Vinci,

Come on, don't talk like that,

You pack up and go back

to the carny, I'll go with you,

We're a team

and I need you, Joe,

You really mean that?

You need me?

I'd never lie to you, Joe,

What about your wife?

What about Angie?

Doesn't she deserve the best?

Joe, stick with me,

you'll be draping her

in diamonds,

Yeah, Angie, Angie, I--

I didn't even consider her,

Okay,

You really need me,

I'm gonna stick to you

like adhesive plaster,

I'll never let you down--

my word of honor,

That's the spirit,

( both laugh )

Hey, Mark,

- Oh, Joe,

- Okay, Okay,

Hey, why don't I--

why don't I set up

for the séance tomorrow, huh?

And then we all go get

something to eat?

- Good idea,

- Okay?

Okay, Joe,

That was a dumb crack

to make about the elephant,

Putting him down like that,

and in front of me,

Why don't you just buy him

a bus ticket

- and be done with it?

- Bus ticket?

I'd like to reserve him

a front seat

on the next moon shot,

Oh, you do that,

You do that,

And see how you like waiting

on tables again,

All glands and no brains--

that's your problem, baby,

Do you think I'm talking

just to hear the sound

of my own voice?

Listen, without

that husband of yours,

I'd still be a pitchman

back at the carnival,

There are other mechanics,

Mechanics?

Is that what you think he is?

He's an artist, baby,

and don't you ever forget it,

Don't be cross with me, honey,

Well, why don't you take

your knee out of his back

and try patting it for a change?

You think you can shake him?

It is easier to lose

your own shadow,

Kiss me before I

break out into a rash,

Did you hear what he said

about leaving?

It is talk, just talk,

He does it to get attention,

He is like a child,

The more you give him,

the more he wants,

He is eating up

my oxygen supply,

I go to the beauty salon

for a touchup

and there he is,

sitting in the corner

doing a crossword puzzle,

I am on a ten-foot leash

and it is suffocating me,

Kiss me, I just want to feel

your hands on me,

Oh, baby, one more year,

Why not a century?

I won't make it,

I tell you,

You are talking death row,

I'm talking about Majorca,

the Azores,

Me and you in Paris

in the spring,

I wake up in the middle

of the night sometimes

and there he is,

lying there

propped up on one elbow,

staring at me,

just staring at me,

as if he has to pinch himself

to make sure I'm real,

Just one more year, baby,

I have to see you,

Are you listening to me?

I have to see you alone,

My hair hurts,

Okay,,,

tonight,

Tonight, we'll send him

to a movie, all right?

A double feature,

- With selected short subject,

- Subject,

Mmm, Nobody,,,

nobody cooks up

a lasagna like Gio,

Gio!

Hey, how about "Dark Intruder"

and "Destiny of a Spy"?

I'd like to, Joe,

but I got some notes

that I gotta look over

for tomorrow's session,

Angie?

Honey,

I have a terrible headache,

Why don't you go by yourself?

By myself?

Who's gonna watch my seat

when I go for the popcorn?

( all chuckle )

Come on, Mark,

What do you say?

You could memorize the notes

in the morning,

Okay, I'll just go get

some aspirin for Angie,

I'll run across the street,

You two guys finish up,

I'll be right back,

It's been a long time since

we've been to a movie together,

I had in mind

something different,

like an island for two,

Remember that picture we saw

in Springfield?

It was supposed to be

a comedy

and you cried

all the way through it,

Oh, Angela,

Don't you see?

He is never

going to leave us alone,

- Never,

- Angela, don't talk like that,

Look, Maybe it won't take

a year,

You don't understand,

He may be dumb,

but he is not blind,

What do you mean?

The way I feel about you,

it's written all over me,

Every time you walk

into a room,

I'm just one big goose bump,

One of these days,

you're going to

suddenly be standing around

wondering what became

of your head,

You mean Joe?

Just because his temper

is invisible,

don't kid yourself

that it's not there,

The wind is invisible,

Do you want to try

- a cyclone on for size?

- Oh, Angela,

Don't be silly, Just--

just cool it a little, huh?

Mrs, Casey?

Gio said you were Mrs, Casey,

- Your husband Joseph Casey?

- Yes?

One of the witnesses said

he was just in here

sitting with friends,

One of the witnesses?

What's this all about, officer?

I'm afraid there's been

an accident,

A truck ran a red light,

your husband

was in the crosswalk,

How bad?

( siren wailing )

Truck must've been doing

about 50,

I'm afraid he's dead,

Mrs, Casey,

( siren stops )

Well, that should do it,

Speak to me, Running Deer,

( wind whooshing )

We are back

in the séance business, darling,

Are we?

Are you sure?

Maybe we should call it off,

cool things down a little,

until I can find somebody

to replace Joe, huh?

What for?

Why make it a three-way split

now that we are finally

a harmonious duet?

But suppose

something goes wrong?

Suppose something goes wrong?

Honey, my whole life

has gone wrong,

Teaming up with you

is the first right thing

that ever happened to me,

The second was that truck driver

running the stoplight,

It'll work, I tell you,

The fix is in,

Everything that Joe did

from behind that curtain,

you and I

can take care of it out here,

( doorbell rings )

I wish Joe were here now,

Uh-uh, Bite your tongue,

Now, do you still wish

Joe were here?

( doorbell rings )

Bring on the rubes,

Come in, please,

Good afternoon,

WOMAN: Hi,

I brought my husband,

You understand I don't believe

in this witchcraft,

That's up to you, sir,

I'm afraid you'll have

to get rid of the cigar,

The spirits are opposed

to tobacco,

( laughs )

May our hearts be free

of bad thoughts,

so that no evil spirit

can descend upon us,

Are you with me, Running Deer?

( wind whistling )

How will we communicate today,

my spirit guide?

( tambourine ringing )

It appears Running Deer

dropped his tambourine,

Horace! Shh,

( tambourine ringing )

Ask him about my husband,

please,

Running Deer,

we wish to communicate

with the spirit of George Hugo,

We must all concentrate very,

very hard,

(recorded voice speeding up)

Clara, here I am,

I'm here, Clara,

(slows down) Oh, my darling,

you called me and here I am,

Clara,

George, what is it?

What's the matter?

(recorded voice peters out)

I heard your voice,,,

Ladies and gentlemen,

once again I will contact

our spirit guide,

Mr, Hardcourt, you were told

to put out that cigar,

That's why I'm having difficulty

in establishing

complete contact,

Your assistant

put it out for me,

JOE: Mark?

Mark?

Mark?

Here,

Here I am, Mark,

You said you needed me,

so I came,

You didn't think

I'd let you down, did you?

After I'd made a promise?

We're a team, remember?

And we're gonna stay a team,,,

forever,

And now, Night Gallery's

slightly distorted

version of history,

An Act Of Chivalry,

( mouthing words )