Black Friday

Our father, which art in heaven

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

in earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory forever.

Amen.

I'd like you to have my notes and records.

Of all the newspapers, yours was the only one

which was fair to me.

Thanks, doctor.

Friday the 13th.

This morning my old friend, George Kingsley,

was conducting his class at the university of newcastle.

= and in 1547 sir Joshua peachtree wrote

thou who breakest glass will find

fate can be, oh, most unkind.

Under ladder walkest thee most unlucky thou wilt be.

Each dread Friday do take care,

elst thou fallest down the stair.

And, with that little epic, sir Joshua

proved that he was a poet of the first rank.

In fact, I should say he possibly was

the rankest poet that england

ever turned out.

Just a moment, please, just a moment.

This being the end of the semester

t have an announcement to make

that I'm sure will give you a great deal of pleasure,

although I myself am sorry to tell you

that I may not be with you next term.

Today, I must leave to appear before

the inquisitional board of regents

of a very large university in the east,

a very large university indeed.

How many the dunce that has been sent to Rome

excels the dunce that must stay at home.

I sincerely hope the board does not like me.

I'll try and be back next term.

Oh, my umbrella.

Dr. Kingsley? = yes.

I wish you the best of luck, but...

Thank you, Anne, thank you very much.

Yeah, we hope to see you next semester, doctor.

We better hurry, professor.

Dad will be waiting to take us to the station.

Have a good trip, professor.

- Thank you very much. - Hurry back.

- Professor. - Yes, John?

English won't seem the same without you.

Well, that's very nice of you indeed, goodbye.

Come on, professor.

You know, Jean, I'm going to miss all this.

But most of all, I'm going to miss your father.

A brilliant man, Jean.

It distresses me to think that such a great brain surgeon

should be so utterly wasted in newcastle.

Newcastle is a very welcome port in a very bad storm.

Why, if it hadn't been for you, professor,

ti don't know what we'd have done.

Oh Jean, my dear.

Well, Margaret, you don't know how sorry

I am to see you and George leave.

You've befriended Jean and me in so many ways

since we came to live here.

We're going to miss you too, ern.

- Thank you, Margaret. - Oh, here they are.

- Hello, darling. - Hello, Margaret.

Ernest, if I could only drive

I'd never impose on you like this.

It's a pleasure, George.

Rather a mixed one, you know.

We hate to see you go.

Hello, dad.

Oh, I knew I'd forgotten something.

As usual, what now?

Ernest, would you mind stopping

at the student's cleaning shop?

My one and only hat is there.

And a professor must have dignity

when he goes to the city.

Here we are, George.

Dr. George, we're here.

George, hurry or we'll miss the train.

All right, darling.

Oh, professor, don't let them sell you

one of those fancy feathers.

I won't, Jean, I won't.

And George.

George, George?

Yes, dear.

Now watch the traffic, won't you?

- Yes, darling. - Be careful, please.

- Now don't worry. - Careful now, please.

Mr. red Cannon now belongs to the history of crime.

Past tense. But what about our dough?

We ain't got it yet.

- Yeah. - Yeah, how about it?

Mr. devore, it would have been poor business to kill red,

unless I knew how to locate the money.

Turn back to the city.

He's going to be all right, my dear.

Now, you go home with Jean and I'll call you later.

We'll be waiting, dad.

Come, Margaret.

- Ambulance, huh? - Uh-huh.

Some men were shooting at you.

Who were they?

Just a few of my pals.

How bad am I hurt?

Few minor cuts on the scalp, that's all.

Any pain?

No, not much.

Who's the other customer?

The man you ran down.

He's dying.

A softy, huh?

Did those guys get away?

Yes.

Then pull the bell cord of this bus.

This is where I get off.

I'm goin' rat-killin'.

Hey, I'm tied down.

What is this, a pinch?

Turn that thing off.

Ti can't stand it.

It's driving me crazy.

It's no use, sovac.

Kingsley has a compound frontal and parietal fracture

and severe concussion of the cerebrum.

Just a matter of hours, or minutes.

Pulse 65, he's in a coma.

All right, nurse, you can go.

I'll stay.

What's the matter with me, doc?

Thanks.

What's the matter with me, doc?

I can't feel nothing.

My legs are there, but I can't feel 'em.

Your spine is broken.

You're paralyzed.

Well, pull me through, doc, will you?

Pull me through and I'll pay you anything.

The only possible way

to save George Kingsley's life

is by a brain transplantation,

an operation I performed successfully on animals.

This is a dangerous and illegal operation,

but a chance to make a great scientific discovery,

and perhaps save my friend's life.

Ern, how long will his head be bandaged?

Oh, not long now. = Dr. sovac.

Yes?

Two gentlemen want to see you.

Who are they?

They are detectives, I believe.

= I'll see them.

Excuse me, please.

I'll be right back, George.

A miraculous recovery, Mrs. Kingsley.

Amazing.

It's Cannon, all right.

Well, doctor, the head injuries caused death?

And many complications.

His spine was broken.

We did all we could for him.

He wasn't worth it.

He had nothing but the electric chair to live for.

Did he say anything before he died?

About money, for instance?

= not that I know of.

Thanks, doctor.

$500,000.

With that money I could build my own laboratory

and continue with my experiments.

Kingsley is convalescing

and seems to show some of red Cannon's traits.

Does the Cannon brain in Kingsley's head

retain the knowledge of the hidden money?

I've been waiting to see you, Ernest.

I'm worried about George.

He just doesn't seem himself.

Why, he's getting stronger every day, isn't he?

Physically, yes.

But his mental condition doesn't seem right.

He's irritable.

Flies into a rage for no reason at all.

That isn't like George.

No, it isn't.

He has been acting strangely lately.

Ti don't think I'd be too alarmed

about it though, if I were you.

Well, I hope you're right.

= t think so.

You're late today, Ernest.

Come and sit down and talk to me.