The Severed Arm (1973) - full transcript

(dark electronic music)

(door creaks)
(footsteps clack)

(saw scrapes)

(ominous tones)

(suspenseful music)

(knocks)

- [Man On Phone] I don't know.

(knocks)

- Hello, special
delivery package.

Sign here, please.

That's very good, that'll do it.



Thank you.

- Yeah.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, so did I, it
was a great evening.

I'm opening a package.

Christmas is early, I guess.

What time should I come over?

Yeah, you know it.
(ominous music)

Dr. Sanders, please.

Jeff Ashton.

Tell him it's urgent.

(peaceful orchestral music)

- May I help you, sir?
- My name is Jeff Ashton.

- Oh, yes, the
doctor's expecting you.



Mr. Ashton is here.

He'll be right with you.
- Thank you.

- Come on in, Jeff.

Hold all my calls, huh?
- Yes, sir.

- You didn't call
the police, did you?

- Are you kidding?

Of course not.

- What'd you do with it?

- I got rid of it.

What would you want me to do,
donate it to a medical school?

- All right, all
right, take it easy.

It's just...

Drink?
- Yeah, a scotch.

- It's just that it's
such a hell of a shock

after all this time.

God.

Whose arm do you
think it is, anyway?

- Who knows?

Maybe one of the others.

Mark or Bill?

Who the hell knows?

- I knew it.

I knew we hadn't heard
the last of this.

It's Ted, isn't it?
- Gotta be.

The last thing he said to
us was he'd never forget.

- I thought he was in some
institution somewhere?

- He's out.
- He's out?

- I just called there.
- He's a raving maniac!

- That's right!

Either he got better or
he put on a damn good act.

Important thing is he's out.

- Jesus.

Jesus, that miserable place.

How the hell could I have
enjoyed such a thing?

Crawling around some
damn hole in the ground.

It's going to come
back at us, Jeff.

Hard.

After five nightmarish years.

(dark electronic music)

- Jeff.

Are you sure you know
where the hell we're goin'?

- I told ya.

It's about two miles,
right over that hill.

- Should we carry packs?

- No, if it's not any
further than that,

we can hike up there and
come back for the packs.

- It's your cave,
Jeff, what do you say?

- Let's take my pack,
leave the others here.

Bring the Colman's.

- You're the boss!

What's Colman's?

- Why don't you guys relax
and I'll rig up the elevator.

That'll hold okay.

Solid.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, solid.

- Okay.

My pack.
- Here's your hat.

- I'll take the first ride.

- Ready?

- Yeah.
- Give him a hand, guys.

(suspenseful electronic music)

(wood snaps)

- [Jeff] Okay, next!

- How's it look down there?

- Looks okay from here.

Not very big, though.

Come on down!

- Okay, I'll go next.

(Sanders grunts)

Looks like there was
a cave-in over here.

- Oh, that's old stuff,
probably happened years ago.

- What do you think, is it safe?

- Hell, I don't know.

That's what makes it exciting.

- What do you say we split
this cave and go to Vegas?

(wood snaps)

- This stuff is really rotten.

- Why don't you guys stop
worrying and get some samples?

We oughta be outta here in time

to get back to the
Rover before dark.

- When's lunch?

- Fantastic.

- Well, this old mountain's
blown up top a couple times.

- I don't know, you've seen
one cave, you've seen 'em all.

- Look at that.

Look how this formation has
pushed its way up through there.

- Oh, yeah!

(hammering thuds)

Hey, Herman, what the
hell are you doin'?

- Well, isn't that what
we're down here for?

Collecting rocks?

(hammering thuds)

- You see what you did?
- It's an old cave.

(rumbling)

- It's a cave-in!

Take it easy!

(tense electronic music)

- [Man] It's locked,
we're trapped!

I told ya, god damn it,
I told ya, I told ya!

- [Jeff] Stop it, Ted!

Stop it, Ted!

- [Ray] You wanna
start another cave-in?

- [Jeff] Help him!

(coughs)

- [Sanders] I can feel air,
it's comin' through here.

It's open up above somewhere.

- It's solid, we'll
never make it.

- Well, we gotta keep trying!
- Wait a minute, wait.

(grunts)

- Easy, easy.
- No!

(coughs) That's no good, we
need to get it to the Rover.

- Well, we don't have it,
so let's keep at it, huh?

- All right!

Come on, it's fine, let's think.

Let's think.

There's gotta be a way.

- They'll find us,
probably lookin' right now.

- This was a two-week
trip, remember?

Who's expecting us now?
- Oh, god, nobody.

(coughs)

- We'll wait.

Must conserve every
bit of energy we can.

- There's no food and
damn little water.

(somber music)

How many days now, Ray?

- Just seven.

- "Just seven," he says.

- If I don't get
anything to eat soon,

there won't be anything
left to rescue.

- I once wrote a short story
about a group of sailors

who were lost at
sea for 60 days.

Know how they kept alive?

- Fish?

- Nope.

They ate the weakest
member of the crew.

- Swell.

Now we've come to cannibalism.

We'll have to hold
off until tomorrow.

I can't eat meat on
Friday. (chuckles)

- You'd make an exception
this time, wouldn't ya?

(dark electronic music)

- They should've found
us two weeks ago.

- [Man] We've had
it, and you know it.

- Ray?

How much longer can we hold out?

- That's the last of the water.

Maybe tomorrow.

- There isn't one chance in hell

of anybody finding us by then.

- What if...

What if the men
on that raft had,

had only eaten
parts of each other?

Could they have survived?

- Why?

- Think about it.

- I don't have to
think about it!

I know what's on your
mind, you're crazy!

- It's a way.

Take a part from
everyone in turn.

- You wouldn't like me.

I'd give you high cholesterol.

(laughs)

You're serious.

You're god-damn serious.

- I'm trying to stay alive.

- You're talking
about cannibalism.

- He's talking about survival.

- If anyone died, it
would be pure murder.

- That's cop talk, Mark.

- What would you call it?

- Like Ray said.

Survival.

- I don't think I
could eat human flesh.

- Christ.

I know I couldn't.

- Hey.

Hey, this whole thing is sick!

Just knock it off.

- So we just sit here and rot?

- Now, uh...

Don't get me wrong...

I'm not for it.

Like, how would we decide?

On who'd be first.

- We draw straws.

- It's crazy.

- Would you rather die?

- That's going too far.

- You know a better way?

- What part gets
cut off the loser?

- That's up to the loser.

- Now, wait a minute.

You sound like this has
already been decided.

Who gave you--

- You've already been
told that some of us,

maybe all of us, can't
make it through tomorrow.

- Is that true?

(tense electronic music)

- Come on.

(Bill laughs)

(suspenseful music)

- My god, not me!

Stay away from me!

Keep away from me!

- I'm sorry, Ted, you've lost!

We all took our
chances, you lost!

- That means your life and ours!

- No, please!

- [Jeff] Hold him!

Hold him!

- You can't do this to
me, I've got a family.

Listen, please listen,
give me another day.

I promise, give me another
day and I'll do it!

They're all looking
for us right now.

Just a few more hours, please!

- A few more hours won't
make it any easier!

- [Ray] We can hold off
that much longer, my god!

- [Jeff] What about it, Ray?

- [Ray] A few more hours won't
make that much difference!

(Ted sobs)

- All right.

Get up, Ted.

(Ted groans)

- (groans) Geez!

- The hell's goin' on?
- What's goin' on?

- He tried to kill me.
- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I don't
know, I guess so.

- You're lucky,
it's not too deep.

- You tried to kill me.

- [Jeff] We might
as well do it now.

- No, no, you promised.
(tense electronic music)

A few more hours!

A few more hours, please?

Please.

- The lighter.
- Here, I got it, got it.

- [Ted] Please, please, please!

(screams)

- [Ray] We need a tourniquet!

- Use my belt.
- Move back.

(thud)

- Ray.

- Hold it.

Get some more light down here.
- All right, yeah.

- [Ray] Mark?

Okay.

(Ted screams)
(flesh squelches)

(ominous tones)

Okay.

(Jeff coughs)

(distant tapping)

(dark music)
(rocks crumble)

- Who the hell knew?

(distant tapping)

- Won't matter.

(thuds)

When the newspapers and the
law get through with us...

We're gonna wish we all died.

- What do you mean, "the law?"

We only did it
because we had to.

- Mark's right.

They'll crucify us.

(distant tapping)

(Herman laughs)

- About your timing?

(laughs)

You butcher!

It was your idea.

You came up with it.

Why should we take the blame?

- No one has to take any
blame, if we keep our heads.

- Stop kidding yourself, Jeff.

We've had it, all of us.

- No, we haven't.

Now, listen, all we have to say,

is that Ted's arm was
crushed in the cave-in!

Ray had to amputate
to save his life!

(Bill laughs)

- You think that Ted is
gonna go for that? (laughs)

- It doesn't matter, he's been
delirious for over a week.

Kept screaming that we'd
cut off his arm for food,

and nobody in the world's
gonna believe that!

- I don't know, people
will believe anything.

- There's no other choice!

(distant tapping)

- Maybe he's right.

- What've we got to lose?
- Nothing, now.

(somber electronic music)

- Mrs. Rogers, we tried
to save his arm, but uh...

- I asked you to wait.

I begged you.

I won't forget.

- All right, men.

(siren wails)

Who would've thought exploring
a cave would end like that?

- Right now, I'm concerned
about Ted Rogers.

- I wonder who he got to.

You know where the others are?

- Bill and Mark's still in town.

We oughta get together
and talk about this.

What about Herman?

- Gwen?

Would you see if you could
find Mad Man Herman for me?

He's at one of the
Valley radio stations.

Yeah.

I'll find Herman, you
get Mark and Bill.

We'll meet at my place tonight.

Eight o'clock okay?
- Yeah.

- All right.

(crickets chirp)

(doorbell chimes)

(doorbell chimes)

- Here he is.
- Man, you are late.

- What the hell is the
matter with you, huh, Jeff?

Now, you get an arm
in the mail, an arm!

And you don't report it?

- You're damn right, can
you imagine the headlines?

- The hell with the headlines!

- I hear you just
made detective.

- Right.

- What's gonna
happen to your career

if this mess is
stirred up again?

- [Mark] There doesn't
have to be any publicity.

- Oh, come on, be realistic!

Newspapers would be all over it.

Some damn reporter
would tie it in

with what happened in the cave.

Ted's family would
be hounding us again.

It'd open up the
whole thing again.

- It was bad enough
five years ago.

(suspenseful electronic music)

- [Ray] I think we
better report it.

- That's what I'm trying to
tell you, we go through legal--

- Hey, look, look, I gotta
split, I got a show to do?

- [Jeff] Okay, so we report it.

Can you guys stand the heat?

- [Ray] What do you mean?

- Come on, Ray.

You'll have patients staying
away by the thousands.

What about it, Herman?

Are all those Lillie White
sponsors gonna line up

to buy time on your radio show?

- No way.

- Bill?

How many building contracts
are you gonna get, huh?

I'd never sell another
line to a TV show.

Everyone satisfied?

If the truth comes
out, we're finished.

- So what do we do, wait
around for him to find us?

Any one of us could be next.

- [Herman] You sure know how
to make a guy feel secure.

- [Bill] He's probably
just trying to throw

a scare into us anyway.

- Yeah, he succeeded.

Look, whoever lost his
arm didn't just donate it.

I feel sorry for him.

He's the way he is because
of us, but he means business.

- We've gotta get to him first.

- What do we do
when we find him?

- [Jeff] Have his
family put him away.

Quiet, with no publicity.

- Yeah, but how do we find him?

- That's up to Mark.

- That's easy.

He's sitting somewhere,
watching television,

and drinking beer with
his one good hand,

just waiting for the
doorbell to ring.

- No, but his family
should be able to help us.

- If they will.

- They oughta be as anxious
as we are to keep this quiet.

(suspenseful electronic music)

- Ray?

Is that you?

(handle rattles)

Ray?

Answer me, don't be funny.

Is that you?

Answer me, Ray.

Oh.

- What's the matter, honey?
(Mrs. Sanders chuckles)

- I heard a noise at the
door and the doorknob turned.

You frightened me when
you didn't come in.

- There's been no one upstairs,
you must've been dreaming.

- No, I was wide awake, reading.

- "The Psycho Lover?"

(chuckles) What're you doing?

You'll skip the psycho part
and get to the lover part,

you won't hear anymore noises.

The guys will be going
pretty soon and I'll be up.

Okay?
- Okay.

- Don't waste any time, Mark.

- I'll keep in touch.

(suspenseful music)

- [Mrs. Sanders]
Everybody gone, dear?

- Yes, dear.

I'll be right up.

(Ted laughs)

(Ted laughs)

- What's the matter?

- Quiet.

- Ray!

- [Ray] Quiet, and
just stay in this room.

(door slams)

Come on out, Ted.

I know it's you.

I don't wanna hurt you, Ted.

(music intensifies and swells)

(screams)

(screams)

(screams)

(thuds)
(screams)

(Mrs. Sanders screams)

(somber electronic music)

- Ruth, is there
anything we can do?

- Can you give him his arm back?

Mark, who did it?

- We don't know.

- You have an idea, though.

You men haven't seen each
other for five years,

and you want me to believe
that you just got together

for old times' sake?

- Our meeting again had
nothing to do with this.

- The last time you
men got together,

another man lost his arm.

Why didn't you tell
that to the police?

- Ruth, I've had myself
assigned to the case.

Believe me, I will
do everything I can.

Let's go, Jeff.

(suspenseful electronic music)

(water splashes)

(water splashes)

(water splashes)

(thuds and clunks)

(tense electronic music)

- Mark?

Jeff.

Just listen to me for a minute.

Ted got to me.

Here at the house.

Yeah, I'm all right,
just a bump on the head.

Mark, we've gotta find this guy.

Well, damn it, if you
know where he lives,

what're you waiting for?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Four o'clock.

(suspenseful music)

(knocks)

What if he comes tearing
out of that door with an ax?

- [Mark] Miss Rogers?

- Yes.

- I'm Sergeant Mark Richards,
this is Jeff Ashton.

Do you remember us?

- What do you want?

- [Mark] We'd like to
speak to your father.

- He isn't home right now.

- Could you tell us where he is?

- What do you want him for?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

- That's what we'd like
to find out, Miss Rogers.

Do you know where he is?

- Look, my mother's very ill.

Could I talk to
you somewhere else?

- Of course.

- Do you know the
Sea View Hotel?

- I know where it is.

- [Rogers] I'll meet you there,

in a half an hour in the lounge.

- Fine.

- What the hell are you doing?

We practically have the guy and
you walk away and leave him.

We should've just gone in there.

- Haven't you ever heard
of a search warrant?

I don't have one!

Besides, this isn't
my jurisdiction.

- Do you think he
was in the house?

- I doubt it.

It's too obvious, he's gotta
know we're looking for him.

- Yeah, I guess so.

(suspenseful music)

- Look, I've gotta call in.

So I'll park the car and
meet you inside, okay?

- Fine.

(background chatter)

(peaceful piano music)

She's not coming.

She's helping Ted get away.

- Looks like you're wrong, pal.

Can I get you a drink?

- No, thank you.

I hope this is important.

You know, my father has
been in and out of hospitals

for five years because
of what you did to him.

- Listen, we did what
we had to do to--

- Jeff!

- We did what we had to do
to save your father's life.

Now, you believe his story.

Okay.

If I were in your shoes, I'd
probably do the same thing.

So let's get right to the point.

We've got to find him.

- Why?

- We think that he's the one
who mutilated Dr. Sanders.

- We also think that he
assaulted me this morning.

- Will you try and help us?

- I haven't seen my
father in three weeks.

- [Jeff] But you must know
where he is, or have some idea.

- Has he ever, uh,
talked about us to you?

- Of course.

For a while, you were
all he talked about.

Then about two years ago, he
seemed to be getting better.

Then he read something
in the paper about

Dr. Sanders, I think.

And right after that,

he started getting more
and more depressed,

talking about revenge.

They took him back
to the hospital.

When he got home, he
didn't mention you at all.

He seemed almost normal.

I really don't believe
he did these things.

- And, uh, you have no
idea where he is now, huh?

You have a brother, don't you?

- Mm-hm.

- Is he at home?
- No, he's back east.

He moved out right
after high school.

Couldn't stand it at home.

- Well, uh, thanks
for helping us.

We better get movin'.

- Yeah.

(dark electronic music)

(door slams)

(tire hisses)

Do you think she was
telling us the truth?

- Who knows?

- We've just gotta find some
way to protect ourselves.

- Jeff.

Look, he's obviously
been stalking you, right?

He sent you the arm, he
attacks you in your own home,

he leaves a message
for you on the mirror.

He probably followed
you to Ray's house.

Christ, for all we know, he's
been following us all day.

- So where does that leave us?

- We've got to get him
into some situation

that'll bring him
out into the open.

- Yeah, well that's
not gonna be easy.

- You're telling me.

It's getting late, I
better get outta here.

I'll think about it and maybe
I can come up with some idea.

- All right.

- In the meantime, keep your
doors and your windows locked.

- Don't worry,
locked and bolted.

- Good.
- Yeah.

Listen, you be careful too, huh?

- [Mark] I will, I'll
see you tomorrow.

- Okay, goodnight.

(tense electronic music)

(gun bangs)

What the hell's going on?

- Ted.

He almost got me.

- Are you all right?

- I'm all right, I'm all right.

- Sure?

You know, there's,

there's one sure way to
bring Ted out into the open.

The girl.

- Use her as bait?

- Right.

- Look, we'll go
over there tomorrow,

see if she'll go along with it.

(knocks)

Could we talk to you
for a few minutes?

- I thought we talked
about everything yesterday?

- Teddy, your father tried
to kill Mark last night.

- That's right, we would
like to try to trap him.

So that we could capture him.

- And you expect me to help you?

- Would you?

Look, he's a very sick man!

If we don't get to him
first, he could be killed.

- I'm sorry.

- I can understand how you
feel, but if you'll come with us

for a few minutes, I think
I can change your mind.

- Don't count on it.

(somber electronic music)

- How is he?

- It doesn't look so good.

Even if he regains his health,

I don't think he'll ever
recover emotionally.

Even under heavy sedation,
he wakes up screaming.

It's horrible.

- Ruth.

Ruth, listen.

He's a strong man,
he'll be all right.

- [Ruth] He was a strong man.

- Now do you see what we mean?

- (sighs) It's not new to me.

I saw my father when
he was in the hospital.

- Well, I'm sorry we
bothered you, Miss Rogers.

- Wait.

I'll help you.

(upbeat music)

- This is Mad Man Herman
giving you temporary mwah.

Stay tuned for that sparkling
anticlimax that follows

called Charlie Reagan.

In the words of Camille,
"I'll be back in a half hour,

"after my coughing break."

(upbeat music)

- It's all yours.

- Did you get my
sandwich, Charlie?

- I was running late,
didn't have time.

- Thanks a heap.

Jesus, I've only got a
half hour between shows.

How do they expect me to go out,

get something to eat,
and be back in time?

- Don't eat.

- It's pretty obvious why
no self-respecting deejay

stays in this crummy station
more than three months.

- Well, you can leave at
any time, no great loss.

- Don't lose too
much of the audience.

(playful music)

Harry, just the man I wanna see.

- I'm in a hurry, I'm on the
way to the last office now.

- Man, do me a favor?

- Nope.

- You don't even
know what I want.

- I don't care what you want!

You ever do me a favor?

- Sure.

Didn't I give an autographed
picture of me in the nude?

That's right, man,
keep sweepin'.

How long did you work here?

(door slams)

(wind blows)

(suspenseful electronic music)

(engine churns)
(door slams)

(door slams)

(horn honks)

(brakes squeal)

- Hey, man, just comin' to work?

- Funny.

You know I'm on all night.

I was goin' out to
get a sandwich, now
my car won't start.

- Oh, hey, take mine.

Leave the keys at
the switchboard.

- Thanks, man, I owe you one.

At least I won't starve
to death before sign off.

(door slams)

(tense electronic music)

(engine revs)

- [Mark] I'll bet you
that he is getting ready

to make his next move.

- You're guessing.

- I don't think so.

If that message on
the mirror was right,

he's on the top of the list.

- If I'm on the top of the
list, why did he go after you?

- I don't know.

I don't know!

Opportunity, maybe.

Maybe he figured he'd get me

and then come right
in here and get you.

- Two birds with one stone, huh?

- What we've gotta do is get
him to attack when we're ready.

Teddy.

What would your father do,

if he thought that you were
spending the night with Jeff?

- The way he hates Jeff, he'd
probably kill both of us.

- Yeah, that's what I figured.

All right, when I leave,

you go around and start
turning off all the lights.

- Now, wait a minute.

- I'll circle back around
and wait for him outside.

- Okay.

- Let's try it.

(suspenseful electronic music)

- Goodnight, you nymphomaniac.

You know what nymphomaniacs are?

That's people who have
trouble sleeping, around.

(tense electronic music)

(intercom buzzes)
(smooth jazz music)

Yeah, I know I shouldn't have
said that on the air, but...

- [Ted] How are you, Herman?

- Splendid.

- [Ted] I'd like
to make a request.

- Sir, if you are making
an obscene phone call.

Who is this?

- [Ted] Just an old
friend requesting a song.

Why don't you play
"I'll be seeing you?"

- That dates both of us.

Come on, now come
on, who is this?

(suspenseful electronic music)

- You know, I tried
for a really long time

to hate all of you.

- Do you?

- I don't know.

I just want it to
all be over with.

- Yeah.

- And now a piece of
nostalgia from World War Dos.

I don't want her, you can have
her, she's too fat for me.

From that Disney classic,
Beauty and Obese.

(Teddy sighs)

- It's been quite a
while, what do you think?

- I don't know.

I just wish something
would happen soon.

This waiting's
beginning to get to me.

- Ladies, it's that time again.

Why don't you come by
and get reupholstered,

at Mitchell's Upholstery?

35222 Ventura.

Whether it's a sofa
convertible or easy chair,

Mitchell will put more
spring in your zings.

Zing in your spring.

The hell with it.

(scratches)

(scratches)

And now, another record done
by that new swinging group,

The Hormones.

We'll give it a shot.

(upbeat music)

(cat meows)
Aww, look what we have here.

Come here, honey.

(tense electronic music)

(phone rings)

(ominous music)

- Hello?

- [Ted] You never take
enough from a man, do you?

Now you have my daughter, too?

- Ted?

- [Ted] Listen to
me, and listen good!

When I get through with you,
no woman will ever want you.

- Is it?
- Yeah, it's him.

Try to talk to him.

- Daddy?

Daddy?

(phone clicks)

He hung up.

- You want some coffee?
(smooth jazz music)

Milk or nothin', right?

You're right, coffee
makes you nervous.

Heavy heavy. (chuckles)

This far-out instrumental
group recently gave a concert,

and almost got
arrested for taking out

their instruments in public.

What do you mean this
show is in bad taste?

Ho-ho-ho. (laughs)

(intercom buzzes)

(upbeat jazz music)

Yeah.

- [Ted] Herman.

- Ted?

- [Ted] Herman.

- It's you, isn't it?

Hi, man. (laughs)

Ted, remember, I
was the only one

who didn't go along
with what they did.

You remember that?

Operator?

- [Operator] Yes?

- Hello, yeah, I--
- Can I help you?

- I've been receiving some
threatening phone calls here.

- How many?
- Two in the last few minutes.

- Well, we have to hear it.
- I'll try to keep him on.

- What's your number?

- My number here is 461-3771.

- [Operator] Well, when he
calls again, contact us at once.

- Thanks, I'd appreciate that.

(tense electronic music)

- Need any help?

You ain't allowed
to park around.

Is this a hold-up?

- No, I'm police officer!

- Oh, thank god.

- Mister, you don't know how
close you came to getting it.

Now, please, would you get
outta here before you get hurt?

- Oh, yes, always willing to
cooperate with the police.

(Mark sighs)

(intercom buzzes)
(upbeat jazz music)

- Yeah?

- [Ted] Herman.

- Ted Rogers?

- [Ted] How are you, Herman?

- Thought I didn't
recognize you, huh?

You were the one who
cut off Ray's arm.

You know, Dr. Ray Sanders.

I wanna help you,
Ted, I'm your friend.

I wouldn't talk to the
police, you know that.

You know me.

Good ol' Mad Man Herman.

KLIG Radio, situated
at 3030 Chapel Road.

No, Ted, don't hang up.

(smooth jazz music)

(pills rattle)

This is Mad Man Herman,

just chewing on a
nitroglycerin tablet.

Mm, good.

(tense electronic music)

(intercom buzzes)

Hello.

- [Operator] Sir,
this is the operator.

What is your address there?

Where are you?

- 3030 Chapel Road,
KLIG Radio, why?

- [Operator] Sir, the calls,
the ones you asked us to trace?

Well, they're coming
from your other line.

Whoever it is, is in
the building with you.

(tense electronic music)

- This is Mad Man Herman.

This is your old Mad Man.

Someone's in the studio.

(screams)

(glass smashes)
(intense electronic music)

(dark electronic music)

(cat meows)

(suspenseful music)

- Get down!

- Jeff, it's me!

It's me.

- [Jeff] My god, I
thought you were Ted.

- I know.

Herman's dead.

- [Jeff] Herman?

- I just got it
on the car radio.

He was at the station,
he was on the air.

- Was it--
- Just like Ray.

Who are you calling?

- Police.

- It's too late, Jeff.

We've been withholding evidence.

I'd be suspended, we'd
both be put in jail.

Tomorrow, we'll get Bill,

and the three of us will
stick together until,

until we find Ted.
- Yeah.

Well, it's the only
thing we can do.

(suspenseful electronic music)

- Excuse me.

Where could we find Bill Hale?

- Well, let's see, he came by
here just a little while ago.

He's probably over at the mill.

That's that big shed
right around the corner.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

(saw screeches)

- I think it's okay now, huh?

Run a couple of boards
through just to make sure.

- Hey, Bill?

We gotta talk to
you for a minute.

- [Bill] Go help Charlie
unload the truck.

We'll finish tomorrow.

- You heard about Herman?

- You would have
to be deaf, dumb,

and blind not to hear about it.

Oh, the news media's
havin' a ball with it.

- Ted made damned fools of us.

We thought for sure I was next.

Now it could be any one of us.

- You think I don't know that?

- You know he's not gonna stop.

- That's why I'm
carrying one of these.

- Bill, listen, we've all
gotta stay together now.

- You see, the way I figure
it, that way he can't isolate--

- Wait, wait a minute!

You two stick together, I
can take care of myself!

- You mean you're not
gonna work with us?

- It's work with you guys that
got me in this whole mess!

Hey, as far as I'm concerned,
you get yourself one of these,

and every man does
his own number.

(phone rings)

(sports commentary from TV)

Hello.

Yeah, this is Bill Hale.

Fire?

At the yard?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Who is this?

(tense electronic music)

- It's time for his walk,
he gets a little excited.

Come on, Sebastian, in, in.

That's a good boy.

Ah, ah, ah, not yet,
this isn't the lobby.

Come back, Sebastian, that's it.

- I know I look a mess, but,

I have to go out
and get a TV guide.

I've been looking for
this program all week,

and I can't find it.

- All right, Sebastian, come on.

Come on, now you hold
it until we get outside.

(Bill sighs)

(suspenseful electronic music)

(car starts)

(gate hums)

(tires screech)

(engine roars)

(tires screech)

(engine roars)

(suspenseful electronic music)

(board thuds)

(suspenseful music)

(saw screeches)

(saw screeches)

(saw winds down)

(tense electronic music)

(engine revs)

- Jeff?

This is Teddy.

Listen, Daddy just called,
he's on his way after Bill.

- [Jeff] Try and reach Mark,
I'm on the way over there.

- Okay.

(suspenseful electronic music)

(tires screech)

(gate hums)

(engine revs)

(tires screech)

(gate hums)

(gate clacks)

(door slams)

(tense electronic music)

(thuds)

(elevator dings)

(elevator dings)

(elevator dings)

(Bill gasps)

(Bill yelps)

(flesh squelches)
(Bill groans)

(Jeff pants)

(ominous music)

He told me on the phone about
Bill, it couldn't have been

more than 15 minutes
after I talked to Jeff.

- Who did he pick to be next,
or didn't he tell you that?

- [Teddy] No.

- Well, what did he say?

He did talk, didn't he?

- Please, Jeff.

- [Mark] Do you have any
idea where he is, any at all?

- You promise me
you won't hurt him?

- He's already killed two
men, he's mutilated a third!

Now, what the hell
do you want, lady?

- He wants to meet me.

- [Mark] Where?

- At Trankus Cliff on the beach.

I don't think my father's
gonna fall for this.

He said "come alone."

- I think you're wrong.

When he sees you with me,
he'll have to do something.

- Maybe he won't show up.

- There's someone
following us right now.

- It's probably Mark.

- Nope.

He's already at the beach.

(eerie electronic music)

(footsteps thud)
(distant waves crash)

(doors slam)

(waves crash)

(footsteps shuffle)
(Mark groans)

- [Ted] Jeff!

- Mark?

- [Ted] Jeff!

- What is it?

(body clunks)
(Teddy gasps)

(engine starts)
(tense music)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(engine roars)

(dark electronic music)

- What are we going to do?

- Get away.

Just get me away from here.

- Yes.

- Where are we going?

- Oh, my brother has a
cabin in the mountains.

We'll be safe there.

- Ted will find us.

- No, no, he never
knew about it.

(door slams)

(door slams)

- Teddy, I...

I don't know how to thank
you for helping me like this.

- Jeff?

Don't move.

There's someone I
want you to meet.

(door slams)

- Ted?

Ted!

Ted, no, wait!

Wait! (groans)

- Roger, you were beautiful.

Daddy will be so
proud of his son.

(chuckles)

Here, let me help you.

(Roger grunts)

(chuckles)

- Come on, sis, help me
get him into the house.

- Okay.

Good morning.

Would you like some coffee?

- No, thanks, sis.

- It sure is nice having
the family together again.

- It's too bad Mother
couldn't be here.

- (sighs) Yeah.

- She never really
understood us.

- No, only Daddy did.

- He's a wonderful father,

(chuckles) and I'm glad
we could do this for him.

- It's just like
Christmas, isn't it?

Wow, what a nice surprise.

Let's do it now, okay?

(dark electronic music)

Good morning, Daddy.

We have a wonderful
surprise for you.

We're going to make
you well again, Daddy.

When you see what
we've got for you,

you're gonna come back to us.

Come on, help me, Roger.

Come on, Daddy.

(dark electronic music)

Good morning, Mr. Ashton.

Did you have a nice sleep?

- Where am I?

What are you doing to me?

- Nothing.

We're not going to
do anything to you.

- Ted?

Ted, please!

I know you're behind this!

Please!

Just get it over with!

(sobs) Please!

I can't take it anymore! (sobs)

Please, Ted! (sobs)

- No.

No, not Ted.

My daddy never hurt
anybody in his whole life.

He never has.

He never could.

- But I did.

All of you.

For him.

- Where is he?

Ted?

Are you here?

Listen to me!

Listen!

- Shh, no need to shout.

Daddy's right here.

(dark electronic music)

- My god.

You've killed three men.

And Ted will never even know it.

He'll never even know it!

- Oh, yes, he will!

He will, just as soon as
he sees what we're doing.

- But you said you
weren't going to hurt me.

- I said we wouldn't do
anything to you and we're not.

You're going to do it.

Just like you did to Daddy.

And this time, it'll
be your idea again.

- You mean...

Cut off my own arm?

- Either that, or starve.

When you get hungry
enough, you'll do it.

- You're insane.

Insane!

(groans)

- You know you have to do it.

It's the only way you'll live.

I have a little present for you.

You see that wall over there?

You see that little door?

Open it.

There you go.

Oh, Daddy, you should see.

It's your scalpel!

Now it's all up to you.

- No!

No.

No.

I won't, you hear?

I won't do it.

Never!

Never!

Never!

Never!

(heartbeat thuds)
(eerie music)

(dark electronic music)