Something Weird (1967) - full transcript

[Shouts]

Good going, Dr. Jordan.
I'll make you a Godan yet.

That was sloppy, kid,
and you know it.

Don't use your diplomacy on me.

Look, I respect you too much.

Alright, for a black belt
it was sloppy.

You broke the boards
but your technique was off.

Now watch.

Professor, I'm glad
you're on our side.

They train just as well
on the other side.

Let's go.



[Chuckling]

Oh, Alex, you're
positively electrifying.

[Electricity hisses]

[Electricity hisses]

- What happened?
- Get that thing off him!

Stop it! Stop it!

Easy, easy.

- Stand back!
- Take care.

- Watch yourself.
- Watch it.

- [Electric hiss]
- Aaah!

Oh! Oh, God.

Why did Mitch have to play
hero? He's an engineer.

He should have let one of us
go up. We know these wires.

Gus...Gus was dead
before he even hit the ground.



Have they radioed
for an ambulance yet?

Yeah, it's on its way.

Mitch? Mitch!

- [Siren wailing]
- Can you hear me?

He's dead.

[Siren wailing]

He looks bad. He really does.

Here's the doc now.

Hurry, Doc.

- Gus is dead.
- He's...he's dead, Doc.

Yeah, I have to call
the coroner on this man.

Don't move him till the coroner
gets here. What happened?

It was a... You tell him.

Yeah, well, what difference
does it make?

- How is he?
- This man's alive.

Get the stretcher.
Let's take him the hospital.

- You serious, Doc?
- It's pretty bad, though.

Alright.

Just roll him on. That's it.

Watch him when you move him.
Watch his head.

Drop him carefully. Alright.

Alright.

- [Groaning]
- Easy! Easy! Easy!

After me.

I'm driving.

[Sirens wailing]

'Science knows that people
contact the world around them

by their five senses,

sight, sound, smell,
taste and touch.

But many times,

a person reports
an awareness of a happening

where none of these channels
could possibly be involved.

This, then, is the sixth sense,

the extrasensory perception,
commonly known as E.S.P.

The Russians for the past decade

have intensified
their experimentation

in extrasensory research.

They're working and
experimenting on a crash program

whose goal is to surpass America

in the field of parapsychology,

that branch of science

which deals with a range
of mental activities

commonly called psychic.

Dr. Alex Jordan,
a renowned parapsychologist,

is employed by a branch
of the federal government

for top-secret work in E.S.P.

and its relationship
to American defense.

This organization is determined
that the United States

will be the first
to communicate

with other planets,

the first to advance
in the field of E.S.P.,

and the last to perish
in an all-out nuclear war.'

No doubt about it, Dr. White,

Cronin Mitchell is one
of the finest sensitives

that I've ever tested.

Now, it may be that
his accident was the cause.

I don't know.

Or it may be
the electrical current

that he was subjected to.

We have several theories.

Dr. Roxin, are you sure?
I thought he might be faking.

That's why I called
the university.

I know that you people
are interested

in this kind of thing.

I'm sure.

I've tested literally
thousands of these psychics

and he ran through
my deck of E.S.P. cards

as though it was child's play.

He acts almost deranged.

Well, he may still be suffering
from some form of shock.

But a phony?

Absolutely not.

I've seen too many
of these self-styled psychics

to be fooled.

By the way, Doctor, that's a
ghastly burn that he's received.

Can plastic surgery be employed?

No, the tissues
are burned too deeply.

I don't know
what'll become of him.

He feels his life is over.

God only knows what he can do
with a face like that.

I feel sorry for him.

Seems a shame, Doctor.

His friends tell me that
he's a different man

since the accident.

Cynical, almost morbid.

Of course anybody
would be affected

that received a shock like that.

But his sense of E.S.P.
is fantastic.

Under controlled situations,
he's even moved an object.

Three of clubs.

- Queen of hearts.
- This is too much.

You've named 30 cards correctly.

I could name 52 out of 52
if I wanted to.

A thousand out of a thousand.

You're fantastic.

Can you tell me something
about myself, Mr. Mitchell?

You'll marry within the year.
You'll have two children.

No, three.

Your husband's name will be Roy.

Why, that's the name of the boy
you were out with last night.

Remember last night in his car?

Why, Miss Browning,
I'm surprised at you.

That will be quite enough.

I should have realized that
it's impossible to be nice

to someone like you.

Oh, I'll show you how
you can really be nice to me.

Aaah!

You'll listen to me
but you won't look at me!

You...you're disgusting!

No-one can look at you,
not even yourself!

A freak like you
should have died!

Get out! Go! Go!

[Laughing]

[Sobbing]

From your ring, I can tell that
you will move to San Francisco

in two years and eight months.

Would you like to know
the name of your next lover?

That will be quite enough,
Mr. Mitchell.

Oh, by the way, my husband
would like to know

the name of the horse that will
win in the fourth race tomorrow.

Ah.

The horse that will win
the fourth race

will be...

the one on which
your husband does not bet!

That will be all, madam!

Something...

is going to happen.

Uh...good day, Mr. Mitchell!

They tell me you are
a gifted psychic.

Well, can you do nothing
but stare?

Oh...oh, yes, yes, of course.

Do you want a reading?

Oh, perhaps, Mr. Mitchell.

Perhaps.

Must we have this?

Oh, well, well!

So, I have come
to the right place.

The Bible of the Witches.

But certainly a fine
clairvoyant such as yourself

knows that witches don't exist?

Or do you believe
in witchcraft, Mr. Mitchell?

What do you want?
How did you get in here?

Let's just say I have ways.

But I haven't much time.

I've made a long journey,
Mr. Mitchell,

and I don't think
it will be in vain.

You are psychic

and let's say that I have
certain powers too.

For instance, I can
look into your heart

and tell you
your deepest desires.

What is this?

- Get to the point!
- Yes, yes, Mr. Mitchell.

The point is that
I know what you want

and I have the power
to give it to you.

For a small price, of course.

I'll strike a bargain with you

that will give you back
your pretty face.

Go on.

Become...

my lover,

then you shall have
your pretty face.

Or refuse

and spend the rest of your life
hidden behind that mask,

because nobody
can stand to look at you.

Become your lover?

[Laughs]

That's a laugh!

Why, you're even
uglier than I am!

Go on, get out of here,
you crazy old fool!

No!

Look, Cronin Mitchell! Look
in the mirror! What do you see?

[He sobs]

[Inaudible]

Hey there! Having a good time?

Huh?

Oh...!

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby, hey.

Anybody sit down with you here?

You're all alone?

Pretty girl like you?
What are you doing all alone?

Oh, let me buy you a drink.
How about a drink, baby?

Aren't you gonna be sociable?
Here, have a little bit of mine.

Come on, have
a little bit of mine. Here.

Don't you want any of my drink?

Well, you're not very friendly,
I can see that.

Let me order you a drink.

You have a phone call outside.

Who, me?

That's right.
You've got a phone call.

- Phone call outside.
- Phone call for me?

That's right, right out there.

Wait, wait a minute.
You stay right there.

I'm gonna come right back.
Don't go away now.

I'm Cronin Mitchell.

Pretty girls in trouble
usually call me Mitch

and they always
ask me to join them.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Please sit down, Mitch.

I'm Ellen Parker.

You're a beautiful girl,
Ellen Parker.

Let's see what I can tell you
about yourself.

Your age is...

...unclear.

You're...

Something's wrong.
I'm not getting anything.

You...

fear death.

You fear...

being alone.

You know me?

I know you, Mitch...

...and I've been
waiting for you...

...for a long, long time.

Ellen?

Ellen?

Shall we go, Mitch?

Mitch?

I'm waiting.

[Laughing]

So, my proud peacock,

you're enjoying your new role
as Prince Charming.

But don't forget our bargain!

You give me love...

and I'll give you
your pretty face!

Come to me, Mitch.

My lover.

[She laughs]

[Screaming]

So, Jordan, I want you to go
to Jefferson, Wisconsin.

If this sensitive is any good,
bring him back for testing.

It may be a matter
of national importance.

- When do I leave?
- This afternoon.

The reservations have been made

and there'll be a car
waiting for you.

Now, Jordan, here's the story.

Seven women have been
murdered in Jefferson

in less than a month.

Now, the local police
are stymied.

The town council's up in arms.

The newspapers are full of it.

Then this psychic comes along

and says that he can
solve the murders.

The newspapers have given him
all the publicity.

- Is he any good at all?
- He seems good, too good.

He was in an accident
last summer

and he was badly burned,
almost burned to death.

Then he started appearing
on national TV.

It's a funny thing, though.

What's that?

His face.

The hospital claims that
he was burned so badly

that no type of surgery
could help him.

But on these TV shows,
he looks like a movie actor.

Bring him back, Jordan.

Sounds very mysterious.

I'll leave tomorrow.

Today, Jordan. Today.

Look, he...he travels
with a girl.

We haven't been able
to get a lead on her

but...check her out, Doctor.

- I certainly will.
- You know what I mean.

If this psychic is as good
as they say he is...

...the Government wants him

and now, Jordan.

Not tonight, pussycat.
I have to leave.

There, so you won't forget.

I know something that would
really make me remember.

So do I.

Don't be good, Alex.

Keep in practice.

- I'll see you later.
- See you later.

I wish all this publicity
would die down.

Yeah, you'd better believe it.

If these murders continue,
we'll all be out of a job,

including the Chief.

By the way, Maddox,
have you heard the news?

What news? Oh.

We're gonna offer
a reward to the killer.

If he turns himself in.

No, I'm serious.

You know how these papers
have been writing us.

Well...

now the town council
thinks we can't do it

without outside help.

They're putting the screws
on the Chief

to let a "sensitive"
handle the case.

Sensitive? What's a sensitive?

A guy who sunburns too easy.

No, it's a guy who knows things
with a sixth sense or something.

They say these guys can solve
crimes just by meditating.

In other words, Maddox,

these are thinking men
as opposed to cops.

So the experts say.

What does the old man
think about this?

He's not happy
but he's a good politician.

He plays both ends
against the middle.

He thinks it won't work.

This guy's been on some
big TV shows or something,

the whole bit.

He's just looking for some
free publicity, if you ask me.

But, uh...nobody asked me.

Well...

if this guy's on the level,
I'll go along with it.

So far, we haven't come up
with any answers.

No clues.

No motive.

No pattern.

This is no ordinary killer.

Excuse me, uh...Dr. Jordan?

Excuse me. Are you Dr. Jordan?

Yeah, that's right.

So, this is Jefferson,
Wisconsin?

Well, I'll put it
on the expense account.

That is,
if there's anything here

to put on
an expense account.

I'm Detective Maddox,
Jefferson Police crime detail.

The old man's
been waiting for you.

Okay, Detective Maddox,
Jefferson Police crime detail,

let's go see the old man.

Fine.

- Hi, Maddox.
- Chief Vinton.

- This is Dr. Jordan.
- Dr. Jordan.

Sit over here, Doc.

I have a feeling that
I'm not exactly welcome here.

It isn't that you're
not welcome, Doctor.

I truthfully feel
you're wasting your time here.

I've had an awful
lot of pressure

from the public and the press

and now you're
bringing me pressure

from the federal government.

What are you afraid of, Vinton?

Progress?

Progress?

You might call it that.
I call it something else.

We're searching for a killer.

This killer has killed
seven women.

Hocus-pocus and magic
aren't needed here.

I've got my men out looking
for clues that don't exist.

You university fellows
come here and try and help us.

Well, frankly,
I just don't think it can work.

You're right, science doesn't
have all the answers.

But we are trying.

No-one knows the heights
to which the mind can reach.

Nor the depth.

Now, if you as policemen
fail, it's forgivable.

But if science fails,
it's monstrous...

...and that's why I'm here.

I want to see
if Mitchell is a fake

and if he is, demolish him.

But if he isn't,

well, then it might do well
for you to use his help.

I'd like to meet Mitchell now
if possible.

Alright.

Maddox, bring Mr. Mitchell
into the office.

Oh, Mr. Mitchell,
this is Dr. Jordan.

Dr. Jordan's
from Washington D.C.

And, uh...

this is Miss Ellen Parker.

She's Mr. Mitchell's,
uh...secretary.

Well, Dr. Jordan, I understand
you've been sent here

to test my validity
as a psychic.

Well, I'm used to that by now.

I assume you're qualified
to tell the difference

between a true psychic
and a phony?

I've heard that you've been
building quite a reputation

as a performer, Mr. Mitchell.

Do you like TV acting?

I've changed many skeptics

into believers in E.S.P.,
Jordan.

Would you like a little
demonstration of my...

gift?

Chief, take an object,
any object.

Place it on a blank piece
of paper on your desk.

Don't let me see it.

Conceal the object.

That is the object
you've concealed, Chief.

Your wife gave it to you
for your birthday.

But you think it's too ornate
for your office

so you compromise by keeping it
under the desk blotter.

Are you satisfied, Doctor?

Very impressive, Mitchell.

I don't doubt that you have
a highly sensitive mind.

But I'd like to know how far
these psychic powers go.

That, Dr. Jordan, is something
that no-one in this world

can ever know.

Gentlemen.

I'm afraid that will
be all for today.

If you want any further
testing of Mr. Mitchell's...

...gift...

I suggest you phone him
at the hotel.

Shall we go, Mitch?

Before you go, Mr. Mitchell,
I'd like to know something.

Now, I'll buy all this talk

about radiations
or whatever you call it,

but what about people?

How can this, uh...extra sense
of yours lead us to the killer?

Detective Maddox, the mind
is the greatest power of all.

But it's not easy to explain.