Psychic Killer

Why should any phenomenon

be assumed impossible?

The universe begins to look more and more

like a great thought,

than a great machine.

Yeah! Yeah!

Go on! Go on!

I need my mother.

Help me, warden.

He's not my mother!

Attention all personnel,

we have a patient attempting...

Not my mother.

No.

Dr. Scott, Dr. Scott.

Please report to the fifth floor.

He tried to bust out again.

Is he hurt?

No, he's okay.

Arnold.

Arnold, this is nothing but a strong sedative.

No!

No.

It's okay.

I gotta get outta here!

Get the hell off!

No!

No!

No, no!

Oh no.

Oh no.

No!

He'll be out soon.

I don't get it.

Just when he seems to be getting so much better.

Why does he do that?

I wish I knew.

I guess, tomorrow we'll have him

in intensive behavioral management,

where we bust in the guy trying to break outta here.

I don't know.

Maybe I brought him along too quickly.

I don't mean to...

It's too bad that we gotta put him in there.

Those others.

Oh, yeah.

Too bad.

You know, I talked to all the doctors

and I tried to stop this,

but I figure that, if everything goes well,

you should be back in my unit very soon.

Arnold,

I know that you can be helped.

I'm going to keep trying.

I didn't kill anyone.

And if I didn't kill anyone, then I'm not insane.

And I'm not going to confess to something I didn't do.

Arnold.

If you need anything,

you get word to me.

I'm sorry about what happened the other night.

And I know that you'd help me if you could,

but you can't.

Doesn't look crazy to me.

I don't like him!

I don't like him in here!

I don't wanna die in here.

I'm a lawyer.

I can get you out of here.

My lawyer got me fifteen to twenty.

I'm gonna kill the guy.

I'm waiting for a train.

Save a seat for me.

I watch from here every day.

One is due, soon.

That's a nice thing about trains,

they're always going somewhere.

I killed my own daughter.

She had become a whore.

They say, maybe I'm crazy,

but they do not understand an act of honor.

I didn't kill anyone.

My mother was sick for a long time.

I stayed with her and I took care of her.

This doctor was treating her.

Determined that she had a tumor.

The operation was expensive.

I couldn't afford to pay him.

We had no insurance.

Oh, there was a house.

An old house.

But my mother wouldn't sell that, no matter what.

The doctor refused to operate.

I argued with him.

I lost my head.

People in the office saw me cursing him.

I ran away.

But I came back.

I was going to beg him to reconsider.

He was on the floor,

dead.

I guess,

when I reached for the scalpel,

I got some of his blood on me.

I ran to the police and I told them everything.

Because they needed a fall guy,

because they took everything I said and they twisted it.

They charged me with murder.

My lawyer sold me out.

Trial was a joke.

What the hell is the difference?

I believe you.

They said they'd have a nurse look after my mother.

But they didn't

and she died.

For days that nurse had not been to see her

in all that time.

They didn't tell me about it

until six months after it happened.

Didn't tell me about it

because they were afraid the shock

would be too much for me.

Your train is late.

Maybe I can help you.

How?

The day before I die

I shall kill the pimp that made my daughter into a whore.

The day after I die,

I shall help you find justice for yourself.

Emilio.

Emilio.

Emilio.

Where have you been?

I went to look for a priest.

I found my man last night.

I carved my name in his chest

and slit his throat.

What did the priest say?

He denied me my last rights.

No.

State attorney called this morning.

They opened a letter Emilio had left.

He wanted you to have his stuff.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Yeah.

Well, Emilio doesn't have any next of kin, you know.

No, I didn't know that.

Yeah.

It's funny,

I got a letter for him just this morning.

No return address.

No note.

Just a newspaper clipping.

Hey, wait a minute.

Walter Johnson Black

was found dead in his downtown apartment this afternoon.

Investigators say that the gruesome murder has

all the earmarks of a ritual killing.

The victim's throat was cut and his chest severely slashed.

Johnson had a long police record going back...

Hey.

Nothing.

Pardon me, pardon me.

Okay.

How do you like that?

Somebody sending something like that

to somebody in a place like this.

Terrible.

You okay, Arnold?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Just a little headache.

Want something?

No, I'll be all right.

I'll be all right.

Okay, try to get a little sleep.

Yeah, yeah.

Man down!

Subject, Arnold Masters.

Male Caucasian.

Age 33.

74 and a quarter inches.

179 pounds.

Time of dead, approximately 12:52 AM.

Cause of dead, to be determined.

Preliminary examination prognosis, shock.

Now, let's take a look at his heart.

I'm about to make an incision above the fourth rib,

diagonally toward the lower abdomen.

We will bear the area of the heart.

That's the God damnedest thing I've ever heard.

You perform an autopsy on a patient that was still alive?

Dr. Commanger, the man was medically dead

when he was brought to...

If the papers get hold of this

we're gonna look like a bunch of Frankensteins.

Dr. Commanger, may I point out...

Oh, George, just shut up.

You haven't killed anybody yet.

Get out of my office and try to keep your mouth shut.