The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 19 - The Programming of Charlie Blake - full transcript
A supposedly reformed sex offender is being brainwashed by his psychiatrist into believing he has committed murder.
(theme music playing)
(horns honking)
(upbeat instrumental
rock playing)
Marlene, you home?
(sighs, sniffles)
Thought you had an early
date with Greg tonight.
(humming)
Hey, turn that up
a little, will you?
I like that song.
(song plays loudly)
(humming)
Marlene!
For heaven sakes!
(gasps)
(woman panting)
Oh, who are you?
Where's Marlene?
Oh, look...
Look, you... you can
have anything in the place,
but-but please,
please don't hurt me.
(crying)
I...
You know, you're
not gonna believe this.
(crying)
(crying): No. Please.
(yelling): No!
(screaming)
Yeah, I got it.
Joan Warren, age 20. Yeah.
Who found her?
Marlene Hollander?
Marlene.
M-A-R-L-E-N-E... Hollander.
Who is she?
Roommate?
Was there anything else stolen?
Yeah, you're right.
Doesn't sound like a robbery.
Okay, we're on our way.
KELLER: Ooh, Sergeant,
Sergeant, ooh, one minute.
What was that address again?
Yeah, got it. Thank
you very much.
A man rapes a woman,
then rips off her gold locket.
- I don't what know what's...
- Let's not talk about it.
Let's just go and find out.
(sirens blaring)
(tires squeak)
(tires screeching)
(garbled radio transmission)
Miss Hollander, I'm
Lieutenant Stone,
and this is Inspector Keller.
Hi.
I wonder if it
would be all right
if we, uh, took a look
in that room over there.
What...? (sighs)
What is...?
They wouldn't even
let me cover her up,
and then... everybody
keeps coming in...
(crying): and looking around.
I'm sorry, dear.
You must have been
very close to her, huh?
Maybe you can tell us
some of the fellows she dated.
I gave names to the sergeant.
There weren't many.
Did anyone ever try
to make a pass at her?
She wasn't like that.
Just never had any trouble.
Just a... a phone
call last week.
What call?
(sighs)
She wouldn't tell
me what he said.
(sighs)
Just that he was
obscene, filthy.
I told her to call the police,
but she was too embarrassed.
(crying): I should
have called the police.
I should have done it myself!
I should have called 'em!
STONE: Don't blame yourself.
I should have called
'em! (muttering)
Shh. Just don't blame yourself.
(Marlene crying)
Yeah, an obscene call
last week, and tonight this.
(sighs) Yeah, but they're
usually non-violent.
Well, maybe this
one's an unusual type.
What did you find?
Door's been jimmied, Mike.
It's got to be the
way he got in.
Jimmied, huh?
Okay, check out the
neighborhood, will you?
Get a line on all the night
crawlers you can find.
Okay, Mike.
So, where do you want to start?
I want to start with
every sex offender
within three miles of here.
I swear, I haven't done
anything like that for years.
Believe me, that's over.
Come on, I'm a veterinarian now.
I got a position to uphold.
I don't have to
tell you anything.
You don't have to
go home today, either.
Hey, come on!
Look, you said you went to
see a movie at the Carleton,
but that's been closed
for over a month now.
Yeah, sure. I remember.
- It was at the Mission.
- Ah.
I came in about halfway
through the picture.
Ah.
You know, it was
that big Navy picture.
You went down Oak to
Nineteenth, then through the park.
That's right.
That wouldn't have
taken all night, Mr. Blake.
- Where else did you go?
- I don't remember.
I went for a walk.
It's good exercise.
Can't you believe
someone can get better?
Sure, but I still have to know
where you were last night.
(garbled radio transmission)
I've been seeing a doctor
regularly, a psychiatrist.
Dr. Norman Jessup.
Ask him. He'll tell you.
I will.
Well, then why drag me away
from my job with everyone watching?
And why treat me
like a criminal now?
Because a 20-year-old girl
was raped and murdered.
She received the same kind
of phone call you used to make.
Any bites?
One, maybe.
Name's Sheflera. Two priors.
STONE: Is that him at your desk?
MAN: Mm-hmm.
First he thinks he was
watching television,
then he says he went to a movie,
only he can't
remember the theater.
Just can't get his act together.
Hmm.
Real cattle call, huh?
So, invent another system.
Until you do, you stay
with him. Check him out.
Let me read this first.
Listen, Charlie,
every time you open
your mouth, it's trouble.
Why don't you just
tell me the truth?
Okay. I was with a girl.
And why didn't you tell
me that in the first place?
(overlapping chatter,
garbled radio transmission)
Because she doesn't
know about my record,
and I don't want to lose her.
All right, what's her name?
(sighs)
Jill Allerman.
How long were you
with her last night?
I don't know.
Uh, between 6:00 and
8:00, something like that.
Then what?
Then I went for a
walk, like I told you.
Which takes us right
back to where we started.
All right, you can
go. We'll be in touch.
Do you have to talk to her?
Yes... but I don't have
to tell her everything.
That depends upon you.
Thanks a lot.
(Keller sighs)
Is he a possible?
I don't know.
Maybe they all are.
You know, there's got
to be a better system.
Never mind the better
system. Is he a possible?
Yes.
Uh, Dr. Jessup, please.
Charlie Blake calling.
(clears his throat)
No, no, no, no, I have to...
I have to talk to him now.
Uh, please, tell
him it's-it's urgent.
(sighs)
Dr. Jessup?
I do have another call
on hold, uh, Charlie.
What is it?
Well, I'm sorry, but I
have a full schedule today.
Somebody's got to
listen to me, Doctor.
Listen, uh... (coins clinking)
I just lost my job,
the police are harassing me,
and, uh, my probation
officer's out of town.
And I don't think
I can handle it.
Okay, take something
to calm down, Charlie,
and I'll meet you here
in one hour, okay?
Okay. Thanks.
I'm sorry, darling.
No, no, no, no, no,
it's just a regular crisis.
(clock ticking rapidly)
I'm gonna be a little
late, though. I'll be...
Not before 8:00.
I know it's special,
so keep it warm.
Yes, you, too.
Okay.
I promise.
Don't tell me that
was your brother.
Of course! It might
have been one of those
emotionally-disturbed
truck drivers
who like to be called darling.
(sighs) We all have
our own therapy.
Doctor...
do you want to discuss yours?
Oh, stop it, Eleanor.
No, you stop it!
(Eleanor sighs)
Call her back, Norman.
Tell her the good
doctor is busy.
I'd appreciate it if you
would leave, uh, Eleanor,
because I have
another patient coming.
Call her, Norman.
I want to hear you.
This is Dr. Jessup.
I'm going to have to cancel
our engagement for this evening.
I'm sorry.
That's right, baby-honey!
He can't cut it!
(yelling): And there
won't be any more dinners!
For God's sake!
If I ever tell the
medical profession
about your female patients...
you won't even have a license!
You're drunk. You're drunk.
(Eleanor sighs)
And you're weak,
and you're evil!
I'll sober up.
What will you do?
NORMAN: And when
the police questioned you,
all the... all guilty
feelings came back?
Yes.
As if I'd made those calls.
We're gonna have to
go back in time, Charlie.
You're gonna have to bring
those guilt feelings out in the open.
And then you will feel better.
I want you to pretend
to make a phone call.
I want you to pretend to
dial a woman's number,
and talk to her just
like you used to.
Remember how you felt?
Three years ago? The loneliness?
Dial and tell her how you feel.
(tape whirring)
Hello, it's me.
What difference does it make?
I know you.
I've been watching
you for a long time...
and you're very beautiful.
Your body.
Mmm... your legs.
I love you.
Just a minute.
Sorry I couldn't hear you.
- I had the blender going.
- That's all right.
- Are you Miss Allerman?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm Inspector Keller,
I'm with the police department.
If you got a few minutes, I'd
like to ask you some questions.
Sure, come on in.
Thank you.
Police... it always sounds
so ominous, doesn't it?
Yeah.
I know I haven't done
anything wrong, but... have I?
No, no, ma'am, I want to talk
to you about a friend of yours,
a Charles Blake.
Charlie... well, what about him?
I understand he spent the
evening with you last night?
That's right.
I'm sorry, would
you like to sit down?
Yeah, thank you very much.
Is, uh, something wrong?
Is he in some sort of trouble?
He called me at the office,
but I was away from my desk.
Well, you haven't
talked to him today?
No.
Well, may I ask you, uh,
how long you spent
with him last night?
Several hours.
He had... we had dinner
here, the three of us.
Three?
My daughter Carrie.
Oh, and about what
time did he leave?
Oh, it was around 8:00, I guess.
Hmm.
You've, uh, known
each other a long time?
Several months.
Long enough to know
about his police record
if that's what you mean.
You know about it, then?
Is that what these
questions are about?
Right, well, in certain
homicides we have to check
people with records
like Charlie's.
Homicide?
W-What are you talking about?
Right here, this young
lady who was murdered...
There was a telephone call...
Matter of fact, several of them.
There's probably no connection,
but we still got
to check it out.
Last night, that girl?
That's right.
Oh, Charlie couldn't.
I mean, what's this got to
do with passing bad checks?
That's what he was arrested for.
Wasn't he?
Is that what he told you?
What are you telling me...
That he's made
obscene telephone calls?
Is that what his record was?
(phone ringing)
(sighing)
Hello.
BLAKE (over recording): Hello.
(over phone): It's me.
Who, who is this?
(over phone): What
difference does it make?
I know you.
I've been watching
you for a long time...
and you're very beautiful.
Your body.
Mmm... your legs.
I love you.
What do you want?
Who is this?
(over phone): Who are you?!
(car horn honking)
(tires screech)
Hey, Mike, you're working on
that Warren case, aren't you?
Yeah.
Well, I just came from
something that might fit in...
An obscenity call.
Lady named, uh, Jessup...
Does that do anything for you?
No, not a thing.
I'd like to see a copy
of that call, though.
Hey, w-w-wait a
minute, wait a minute.
What was her name?
Jessup, Eleanor Jessup.
Is her husband a shrink?
That's right.
His name's Norman.
Yeah, all right,
thanks a lot, John.
What?
That's quite a coincidence.
Charles Blake's psychiatrist
is Norman Jessup.
Whose wife just happens
to receive an obscene call
after we talk to one of
her husband's patients.
- That's right.
- Oh, come on now, you know me.
- I'm not big on coincidences.
- Coincidences, I know, yeah.
Why would a patient of
my husband's call me?
Well, we don't
know that for sure.
We only know that
he has a past record
of, of calls of this sort.
You're aware of that, I'm sure.
Yes, I'm aware of it.
His treatment was a
condition of his probation.
Would you like a brandy?
- No.
- No, thank you.
Why didn't you mention
that to the policeman earlier?
Darling, there are
thousands of people
with Charlie Blake's problem
running around this city.
I'll have one.
Any one of them...
could have made that call.
Dr. Jessup, do you
know we had Blake
in our office just yesterday?
Yes, on the rape-murder case.
Norman.
Now, please don't be upset.
He came by to see me.
He'd been fired from his job.
He was very
disturbed, naturally.
Well, we thought there
might be a connection.
I see none at all.
Mrs. Jessup, would you
recognize Blake's voice
if you heard it again?
I'm afraid not.
These things are, uh... when
they happen they're shocking.
I'm not much help.
Could he have seen
you somewhere?
At one time Norman held his
evening therapy sessions here.
I believe he was
here once or twice.
And you didn't think that
was important enough to tell
the other inspector?
No, uh... (chuckles)
I'm trying to help
Charlie Blake.
The entire relationship between
a psychiatrist and a patient
is based on confidence.
If the confidence is violated,
the therapy is no
longer effective.
I assure you, Norman's
professional ethics outweigh
any personal consideration.
Yes, of course.
Well, certainly thank
you for your time.
I'm sure that this was only
a, um, oh, a coincidence.
Nice meeting you.
- Good-bye.
- Thank you.
I'll see you out.
Say, you had a psychology
minor, didn't you?
Uh, 11 units, yeah, but...
Good, I'm gonna give
you a chance to work
on a postgraduate
degree on department time.
I want you to check out
Blake's probation officer,
ex-employer, the works.
Timeo Danaos et donas ferentes.
Hold it, come again?
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
It's amazing what
education will do to people.
BLAKE: Jill, this
place is too crowded.
Thank you.
I, I mean, this is
no place to talk.
Let's leave.
I'd rather not.
Why?
I'd just rather not.
(sighs)
Okay, Jill, I was sick, huh?
But I'm not anymore.
I couldn't make that
kind of phone call now,
I couldn't.
Please, Jill, believe me.
I want to.
How can I prove it to you?
Um... say if, say if I'd had
a broken arm and it healed.
Okay?
I could show you the X rays.
But how can I show
you what's in my head?
(Jill sighs)
Just give me some more time.
Give us both some more time.
Maybe later, maybe...
Do you know the only
person in this whole world
that believes me is my doctor?
And I have to pay him.
NORMAN: Of course
you recognize her, Charlie.
Say her name.
(clock ticking)
Joan Warren.
She's responsible for everything
that's happened to you...
The police...
losing your job...
Jill's loathing you.
She's responsible, isn't she?
Yes.
Look at her.
She's laughing at you.
She says you're
sick and you're dirty.
And you stop her from
saying those things.
Stop her with your
hands around her throat.
Stop her.
Stop her from calling
you those names.
Feel how soft her throat is?
Stop her.
That's right.
Now.
Now you've done it now.
She's dead.
You've killed Joan Warren.
Say it, Charlie,
and I can help you.
Killed... I killed Joan Warren.
That's right.
Now you can lean back and relax.
Just lean back.
You feel good now
'cause you told the truth.
And you'll feel even better
when you tell the police,
won't you, Charlie?
Say it.
Yes, I'll feel better.
I want to help you, Charlie.
You know that, don't you?
Yes.
All right.
Now, look.
Look at this clock.
It says 5:30 now.
I want you to go to sleep
and I want you to forget
everything that's
happened in this session.
Do you understand?
The alarm will ring at 7:00.
You will leave here
and come to my house.
You know how to
get there, don't you?
Yes.
You will come in
by the side door.
You will go up the stairs
and at exactly 8:00
you will wake up,
and I will help you.
KELLER: Nothing here
says Blake's regressed
psychologically or otherwise,
and his probation officer
says he's doing fine.
So you think he's clean.
(Keller sighs)
So far all I know is,
he took a lonely walk
the night that
girl got murdered.
Well, that's what that guy
in there keeps telling us, too.
He's changed his
story so many times,
you need a road
map to follow him.
Well, whoever it is,
let's just hope he
doesn't strike again.
Why can't I go with you?
It's a sports dinner, Eleanor.
It's for men.
(chuckles)
You and old Leonard
certainly qualify as sports.
ELEANOR: Am I
so repulsive to you?
No, Eleanor.
Let's not fight tonight.
(sighs)
You loved me once.
Yes, I did.
But you bought me, Eleanor.
You bought this
house, the clinic,
you bought my soul.
You put a price
tag on everything.
Even this.
(gasps)
That's priceless.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Oh, look what you've done!
(sobbing)
It doesn't make any
difference, Eleanor.
It really doesn't.
NORMAN: Come to my house.
Go through the side gate.
You'll find the
back door unlocked.
Now walk upstairs.
Turn right and go to the
bedroom at the end of the hall.
(clock chiming)
(chiming continues)
♪♪
Sorry to get you up.
Tell me.
Strangulation at least a
couple of hours ago up there.
Possible attempted rape.
He used a tie.
It's still around her neck.
- (clock chiming)
- How did he break in?
Jimmied the side door there.
Who found her?
Uh, the husband and a friend,
an attorney named
Leonard Paxton.
Did you get a statement?
Yeah, they were
downtown having dinner,
got back about 11:30.
(chiming continues)
Yes, I'm with Norman now.
I'll see you in the office
tomorrow morning at 8:30.
Thank you.
Mr. Paxton?
Lieutenant Stone, Homicide.
How do you do?
Ugly business.
Yes, it is.
I understand that you
were with Dr. Jessup tonight.
All evening, yes.
I've told the Inspector
what little I know.
Would you mind telling me?
(sighs)
Well, I picked
Norman up about 7:15.
Eleanor was feeling poorly,
so we went directly
to the club for a drink,
then dinner.
I remember the clock in the
hall was striking the half hour
when we came in, so it
must have been 11:30.
Norman went upstairs
to tell her we were here.
I... I heard him cry out.
I... ran up and saw her.
Oh, feel better?
Oh, I'm all right.
Dr. Jessup,
there is never a good
time to ask these questions.
Oh, that's all
right, I understand.
Uh, I want to be helpful.
I don't know
what I can tell you.
I didn't see anyone,
didn't hear anyone.
But did you have any idea
who could have broken in?
I...
I don't know how to
answer that question.
What do you mean?
Involves a legal, uh, question.
The confidentiality
of a relationship
between a doctor and patient.
You mean Charles Blake?
Lieutenant, I don't
mean to intrude,
but I've told Norman I
would represent him,
and I've had no time yet
to look into the legalities.
But I'm sure that by
tomorrow morning,
he can give you
a full deposition.
If Blake is guilty of murder,
I want him in jail
tonight, and not tomorrow.
Why do you think he did it?
I don't know, I may be wrong.
I... He was very
disturbed today.
I asked him if he had made
that phone call to my wife.
I almost accused him of it,
I was that upset.
I wanted to shake him
and force him to
tell me the truth.
Maybe he did, maybe he did.
But if I hadn't
disturbed him more...
my wife might still be alive.
All right, Lieutenant,
that's enough.
Please.
I'll be in contact with
you in the morning.
- Any time.
- Fine.
Excuse me, Mr. Paxton.
Did, uh, did Dr. Jessup
invite you here tonight?
No.
It was my idea.
(door closes)
Something on your mind?
It's quite a coincidence
to have a lawyer here
right when you need one.
There's good sets of
prints all over the room.
Jake, I want every inch
of this room covered.
Photos on my desk at 8:00.
Mike, here's the murder weapon.
I had to cut it off.
This night work
is getting to me.
Tell me.
I'll send the boys
up with the gurney
when you're ready.
Steve, I don't see the doctor
- wearing a cheap tie like this, do you?
- No.
Listen, I called Blake's house.
There's no answer.
Know where to look for him?
Maybe, yeah.
Well, follow through.
All right.
- Be careful.
- Yeah.
He's got to be sick.
Jill, please.
I can't, Charlie.
Go away, you're frightening me.
I got to talk to someone.
Honey, I need you.
Charlie, don't make
me call the police.
Please go home.
I'm scared, Jill.
I don't know what
I'm doing anymore.
I'm all mixed up.
Help me, will you?
God, somebody's got to help me.
I can't, Charlie.
Please go home.
I can't.
I can't, Charlie, I can't.
I know, it's not
worth it, is it?
Or I'm not worth it.
I don't blame you,
though, Jill, I really don't.
I can't.
KELLER: Blake.
Blake!
Blake!
(coughing)
Charlie.
All right, right there, Charlie.
(sighs)
Go ahead, shoot.
You don't want to die.
I don't want to live, either.
(groans)
Help me, will you?
Man, I'm sick.
This is your tie, isn't it?
Yeah.
And you do know
where we found it?
But you don't
remember wearing it,
taking it off, and using it?
No, no, I don't.
Listen, Charlie, we know
you were in the bedroom.
We got your fingerprints
all over the place.
Now, why'd you kill her?
Why, Charlie?
Uh, 'cause she
was laughing at me
and calling me dirty names.
She said I was sick,
so I had to kill her, uh,
to stop her from
saying those things.
She was so soft.
I remember feeling
my hands on her throat,
and I killed her.
I killed Joan Warren.
Joan Warren?
Yes.
I'm glad I told you because
I know I'll feel better.
Well, you killed Mrs. Jessup
the same way, didn't you?
Did I?
You tell me.
I remember seeing
her lying there.
She was so still
that at first, I thought
she was asleep.
Yes, go on.
Until I reached out
and touched her.
But do you remember killing her?
Uh, I must have.
Well, what about
the telephone call?
You remember calling, don't you?
I don't do that anymore.
- Don't you?
- No.
I don't know, maybe, maybe.
I don't know; I-I must be crazy.
You can let that character go.
We just broke it.
Broke what? What'd you break?
The Warren killing.
Sure enough, it was Sheflera.
Sheflera?
Yeah, he just confessed.
He's with the D.A. now.
Got it all down on
paper, signed and sealed.
Well, thanks.
Thanks for the congratulations.
Bob, we just got
the same confession.
What?
Yeah, that's right.
Somebody's got to be lying.
Okay.
You get that polygraph
guy back in here
first thing in the morning.
Mike...
Never mind, I know
all about the red tape.
You just get that machine
hooked up and ready to go.
Steve, you get Lenny here.
It's about time we had our
own psychiatrist in on this case.
Maybe he can tell
us what's going on.
TECHNICIAN: Did
you look at the clock?
BLAKE: Yes.
TECHNICIAN: What time was it?
BLAKE: 5:30. I remember...
the-the clock
with the monk in it.
TECHNICIAN: You
said 8:00 before.
Oh... yeah, that's-that's right.
Was the room dark or lit?
Dark.
When you saw her first,
where was she lying?
BLAKE: On the floor.
And you killed her?
I don't know.
Your name is Charles Blake?
Y-Yes.
And you killed Joan Warren?
Yes.
He's telling the truth.
Now I know why they don't
allow polygraphs in court.
Sheflera said
he killed the girl.
Blake said he did it, and
they're both telling the truth.
Or the machine is lying.
I like to think that.
Well, what if Blake believes
he killed Joan Warren
- but he didn't?
- What are you talking about?
- Hypnosis.
- Hypnosis? Aw, come on!
All right, it's crazy,
but Blake's file shows
that Dr. Jessup had
him under hypnotherapy.
So?
So a guy could be hypnotized
to believe things
that aren't even true.
We know that Blake
was in the house...
We have his prints and his tie.
All right, the tie could've
been planted, right?
- Right.
- Now, Lenny,
Blake could not
remember where he was
between the hours
of 5:00 and 8:00.
Now, this is just a
theory, but is it possible
he could've been put into
some sort of, I don't know,
hypnotic trance
for that long a time?
I guess so.
Go on.
If he was in some sort
of... I don't know, trance,
could he have been
made to do things later on,
after he woke up?
It's conceivable, yes, but
he had to be very receptive,
almost pathological.
I think you are
both pathological.
Look, all I'm saying
is it is possible
Charles Blake was programmed
to believe he killed
the girls, that's all.
It's conceivable, yes, but...
there's a catch,
psychologically.
To make someone confess
to a crime he didn't commit,
there'd have to be
a strong motivation.
He'd have to be convinced it
was in his own best interest.
If something was in it for him?
Well, what about,
uh... what about relief?
You know, when he
confessed to us, he told us,
"I know this is gonna
make me feel better."
A sex offender on
probation... He's been carrying
a heavy load of guilt,
that's certain enough.
So, who called Mrs. Jessup?
I'm sure it wasn't her husband.
No, no, no. I think she
received a phone call from Blake.
At least it was his voice.
But it was on a tape.
You know when we
were in Jessup's study,
those tapes on the wall?
Those are all recorded
therapy sessions.
I looked at the labels.
That's what got me thinking
about Jessup in the first place.
(phone buzzes)
Homicide. Lieutenant Stone.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
Well, they just shook
down Sheflera's apartment,
and they found the
gold locket in his closet.
Okay. Okay.
Blake is innocent
of one murder...
and according to you guys,
he could be innocent
of two murders, right?
Yeah.
What'd you expect to find?
What did you?
I don't know,
something, anything.
I keep looking at these
photographs. (sighs)
Bed.
Lamp.
Broken clock, stopped at 8:00.
Proves Jessup couldn't be here.
That's funny.
What's funny?
Blake... he said
something about a...
a monk in a clock.
Oh, he said a lot of
things we don't understand.
Let's do it my way, shall we?
Let's just walk
through it slowly, huh?
Now, he said that he
was standing here, right?
Ow! Man!
Whew!
(Keller exhales)
Touch it again.
You touch it.
Go on, will you?
Touch it again, please.
I don't want to touch it.
Don't be a child... put
your finger on it and touch it!
Oh, man...
That's it.
That's it!
This switch connects
the rest of these lamps
except for that one.
That one is on a
separate circuit!
I hope you understand
the possible entrapment.
That's why I called the
public defender in here.
Mr. Keyser, come in.
All set.
Mr. Keyser, this
is Dr. Murchison...
our psychiatrist.
Charlie... we're ready; are you?
My office hasn't
approved any of this yet.
I still have a lot of questions.
I'll try to answer them for you.
Thank you.
- Oh, come in.
- Hi, Doctor.
Hello, Inspector.
Sit down, please.
- Thank you.
- Sorry that you had to wait.
I've been busy
cancelling appointments.
I'm gonna close
the office for a while
and get out of
town for a few days.
- I suppose that's all right?
- 'Course. No problem.
- I just came here to ask you a favor.
- Of course.
We removed the police guard
from your house this morning.
We, uh, thought we
had all we needed.
But something's come up.
I was wondering if you had
an extra set of house keys
we could borrow?
I think I do.
That's an unusual clock.
NORMAN (chuckles):
Ah, yes, it is.
Should have a pair
here somewhere.
I understand you
have Blake in custody.
Well, that's the problem.
We had Blake locked
up for that Warren murder.
He confessed and everything.
Now he's been cleared.
Oh?
Yeah, I don't know
why he would lie.
But it's brought in some
other questions on the case
that have to be answered.
How's that?
Well, you said when you left
that your wife
was in bed reading.
So the light was on.
That's right.
But Blake, he swears the
light was off when he came in,
and the polygraph shows
he was telling the truth.
KELLER: Of course, it's possible
your wife could have
turned the lights off.
But anyway, the lieutenant
wants to check that broken lamp.
Because if that was on, well,
it only adds to the confusion.
I can't find this anywhere.
Well, don't worry
about it, Doctor.
I'm sure we must have an
extra set down at the department.
Just wanted to
save myself a trip.
I really don't see
what difference it makes...
We know he was in the house.
Doctor, thank you very much.
- Sorry to bother you.
- Oh, not at all.
I wish I could've
been more help.
I know there's a pair
there somewhere,
but my head is not put together
very well today, I'm afraid.
Of course. Take care.
Good-bye.
(turns off engine)
(clock ticking)
♪♪
Ow!
You forgot to
turn it off, Doctor.
What are you doing here?
Watching you rig
some more evidence.
That's ridiculous. I...
I was curious... My
wife has been murdered;
I have to know
what the truth is.
(phone ringing)
Well, aren't you gonna
answer your phone?
(ringing continues)
Yeah?
Doctor, it's for you.
Yes?
BLAKE'S VOICE: It's me.
What difference does it make?
I know you.
I've been watching
you for a long...
You broke into my office.
That's illegal.
Those tapes are confidential,
and you can't use
them against me.
- My lawyer will tell you that.
- No, he won't.
They didn't break in,
Norman, they didn't have to.
All they did is what you did:
record Charlie Blake's voice,
only this time with
his full permission.
You're my lawyer! You're
supposed to defend me!
Norman, I know
where my ethics are.
I came here to help you!
As your lawyer, I don't
want you to say another word.
As your friend...
as Eleanor's friend...
I think you'd better
retain other counsel.
Read him his rights.
JILL: Charlie!
Charlie!
(Jill sighs)
No, no, no, I didn't call.
She did.
Did you? Why?
What difference does
it make? I'm here.
How can I tell you
what's in my mind?
You can't.
So, can we talk? Please?
Sure. I want to.
Okay.
(exhales): Oh...
Man, that Jessup was so cool,
I never thought we'd get him.
Yeah, it's the smart
ones who take it hard
when they find out
how dumb they've been.
- When'd you first make him?
- Same time you did.
Sure, it was all those
coincidences, you know...
The lawyer in waiting,
the tie left behind,
the patient-doctor relationship.
Too neat, too smooth.
Psychology, that's
what did it, you know.
That's what pulled
us through this time...
Good, hard-nosed psychology.
- You? Come on.
- That's right, me!
Listen.
Just don't rush me, now.
Generosus...
anubis... labor... naba.
How long did it take you to
look that up in the dictionary?
- Too long.
- (laughs)
(horns honking)
(upbeat instrumental
rock playing)
Marlene, you home?
(sighs, sniffles)
Thought you had an early
date with Greg tonight.
(humming)
Hey, turn that up
a little, will you?
I like that song.
(song plays loudly)
(humming)
Marlene!
For heaven sakes!
(gasps)
(woman panting)
Oh, who are you?
Where's Marlene?
Oh, look...
Look, you... you can
have anything in the place,
but-but please,
please don't hurt me.
(crying)
I...
You know, you're
not gonna believe this.
(crying)
(crying): No. Please.
(yelling): No!
(screaming)
Yeah, I got it.
Joan Warren, age 20. Yeah.
Who found her?
Marlene Hollander?
Marlene.
M-A-R-L-E-N-E... Hollander.
Who is she?
Roommate?
Was there anything else stolen?
Yeah, you're right.
Doesn't sound like a robbery.
Okay, we're on our way.
KELLER: Ooh, Sergeant,
Sergeant, ooh, one minute.
What was that address again?
Yeah, got it. Thank
you very much.
A man rapes a woman,
then rips off her gold locket.
- I don't what know what's...
- Let's not talk about it.
Let's just go and find out.
(sirens blaring)
(tires squeak)
(tires screeching)
(garbled radio transmission)
Miss Hollander, I'm
Lieutenant Stone,
and this is Inspector Keller.
Hi.
I wonder if it
would be all right
if we, uh, took a look
in that room over there.
What...? (sighs)
What is...?
They wouldn't even
let me cover her up,
and then... everybody
keeps coming in...
(crying): and looking around.
I'm sorry, dear.
You must have been
very close to her, huh?
Maybe you can tell us
some of the fellows she dated.
I gave names to the sergeant.
There weren't many.
Did anyone ever try
to make a pass at her?
She wasn't like that.
Just never had any trouble.
Just a... a phone
call last week.
What call?
(sighs)
She wouldn't tell
me what he said.
(sighs)
Just that he was
obscene, filthy.
I told her to call the police,
but she was too embarrassed.
(crying): I should
have called the police.
I should have done it myself!
I should have called 'em!
STONE: Don't blame yourself.
I should have called
'em! (muttering)
Shh. Just don't blame yourself.
(Marlene crying)
Yeah, an obscene call
last week, and tonight this.
(sighs) Yeah, but they're
usually non-violent.
Well, maybe this
one's an unusual type.
What did you find?
Door's been jimmied, Mike.
It's got to be the
way he got in.
Jimmied, huh?
Okay, check out the
neighborhood, will you?
Get a line on all the night
crawlers you can find.
Okay, Mike.
So, where do you want to start?
I want to start with
every sex offender
within three miles of here.
I swear, I haven't done
anything like that for years.
Believe me, that's over.
Come on, I'm a veterinarian now.
I got a position to uphold.
I don't have to
tell you anything.
You don't have to
go home today, either.
Hey, come on!
Look, you said you went to
see a movie at the Carleton,
but that's been closed
for over a month now.
Yeah, sure. I remember.
- It was at the Mission.
- Ah.
I came in about halfway
through the picture.
Ah.
You know, it was
that big Navy picture.
You went down Oak to
Nineteenth, then through the park.
That's right.
That wouldn't have
taken all night, Mr. Blake.
- Where else did you go?
- I don't remember.
I went for a walk.
It's good exercise.
Can't you believe
someone can get better?
Sure, but I still have to know
where you were last night.
(garbled radio transmission)
I've been seeing a doctor
regularly, a psychiatrist.
Dr. Norman Jessup.
Ask him. He'll tell you.
I will.
Well, then why drag me away
from my job with everyone watching?
And why treat me
like a criminal now?
Because a 20-year-old girl
was raped and murdered.
She received the same kind
of phone call you used to make.
Any bites?
One, maybe.
Name's Sheflera. Two priors.
STONE: Is that him at your desk?
MAN: Mm-hmm.
First he thinks he was
watching television,
then he says he went to a movie,
only he can't
remember the theater.
Just can't get his act together.
Hmm.
Real cattle call, huh?
So, invent another system.
Until you do, you stay
with him. Check him out.
Let me read this first.
Listen, Charlie,
every time you open
your mouth, it's trouble.
Why don't you just
tell me the truth?
Okay. I was with a girl.
And why didn't you tell
me that in the first place?
(overlapping chatter,
garbled radio transmission)
Because she doesn't
know about my record,
and I don't want to lose her.
All right, what's her name?
(sighs)
Jill Allerman.
How long were you
with her last night?
I don't know.
Uh, between 6:00 and
8:00, something like that.
Then what?
Then I went for a
walk, like I told you.
Which takes us right
back to where we started.
All right, you can
go. We'll be in touch.
Do you have to talk to her?
Yes... but I don't have
to tell her everything.
That depends upon you.
Thanks a lot.
(Keller sighs)
Is he a possible?
I don't know.
Maybe they all are.
You know, there's got
to be a better system.
Never mind the better
system. Is he a possible?
Yes.
Uh, Dr. Jessup, please.
Charlie Blake calling.
(clears his throat)
No, no, no, no, I have to...
I have to talk to him now.
Uh, please, tell
him it's-it's urgent.
(sighs)
Dr. Jessup?
I do have another call
on hold, uh, Charlie.
What is it?
Well, I'm sorry, but I
have a full schedule today.
Somebody's got to
listen to me, Doctor.
Listen, uh... (coins clinking)
I just lost my job,
the police are harassing me,
and, uh, my probation
officer's out of town.
And I don't think
I can handle it.
Okay, take something
to calm down, Charlie,
and I'll meet you here
in one hour, okay?
Okay. Thanks.
I'm sorry, darling.
No, no, no, no, no,
it's just a regular crisis.
(clock ticking rapidly)
I'm gonna be a little
late, though. I'll be...
Not before 8:00.
I know it's special,
so keep it warm.
Yes, you, too.
Okay.
I promise.
Don't tell me that
was your brother.
Of course! It might
have been one of those
emotionally-disturbed
truck drivers
who like to be called darling.
(sighs) We all have
our own therapy.
Doctor...
do you want to discuss yours?
Oh, stop it, Eleanor.
No, you stop it!
(Eleanor sighs)
Call her back, Norman.
Tell her the good
doctor is busy.
I'd appreciate it if you
would leave, uh, Eleanor,
because I have
another patient coming.
Call her, Norman.
I want to hear you.
This is Dr. Jessup.
I'm going to have to cancel
our engagement for this evening.
I'm sorry.
That's right, baby-honey!
He can't cut it!
(yelling): And there
won't be any more dinners!
For God's sake!
If I ever tell the
medical profession
about your female patients...
you won't even have a license!
You're drunk. You're drunk.
(Eleanor sighs)
And you're weak,
and you're evil!
I'll sober up.
What will you do?
NORMAN: And when
the police questioned you,
all the... all guilty
feelings came back?
Yes.
As if I'd made those calls.
We're gonna have to
go back in time, Charlie.
You're gonna have to bring
those guilt feelings out in the open.
And then you will feel better.
I want you to pretend
to make a phone call.
I want you to pretend to
dial a woman's number,
and talk to her just
like you used to.
Remember how you felt?
Three years ago? The loneliness?
Dial and tell her how you feel.
(tape whirring)
Hello, it's me.
What difference does it make?
I know you.
I've been watching
you for a long time...
and you're very beautiful.
Your body.
Mmm... your legs.
I love you.
Just a minute.
Sorry I couldn't hear you.
- I had the blender going.
- That's all right.
- Are you Miss Allerman?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm Inspector Keller,
I'm with the police department.
If you got a few minutes, I'd
like to ask you some questions.
Sure, come on in.
Thank you.
Police... it always sounds
so ominous, doesn't it?
Yeah.
I know I haven't done
anything wrong, but... have I?
No, no, ma'am, I want to talk
to you about a friend of yours,
a Charles Blake.
Charlie... well, what about him?
I understand he spent the
evening with you last night?
That's right.
I'm sorry, would
you like to sit down?
Yeah, thank you very much.
Is, uh, something wrong?
Is he in some sort of trouble?
He called me at the office,
but I was away from my desk.
Well, you haven't
talked to him today?
No.
Well, may I ask you, uh,
how long you spent
with him last night?
Several hours.
He had... we had dinner
here, the three of us.
Three?
My daughter Carrie.
Oh, and about what
time did he leave?
Oh, it was around 8:00, I guess.
Hmm.
You've, uh, known
each other a long time?
Several months.
Long enough to know
about his police record
if that's what you mean.
You know about it, then?
Is that what these
questions are about?
Right, well, in certain
homicides we have to check
people with records
like Charlie's.
Homicide?
W-What are you talking about?
Right here, this young
lady who was murdered...
There was a telephone call...
Matter of fact, several of them.
There's probably no connection,
but we still got
to check it out.
Last night, that girl?
That's right.
Oh, Charlie couldn't.
I mean, what's this got to
do with passing bad checks?
That's what he was arrested for.
Wasn't he?
Is that what he told you?
What are you telling me...
That he's made
obscene telephone calls?
Is that what his record was?
(phone ringing)
(sighing)
Hello.
BLAKE (over recording): Hello.
(over phone): It's me.
Who, who is this?
(over phone): What
difference does it make?
I know you.
I've been watching
you for a long time...
and you're very beautiful.
Your body.
Mmm... your legs.
I love you.
What do you want?
Who is this?
(over phone): Who are you?!
(car horn honking)
(tires screech)
Hey, Mike, you're working on
that Warren case, aren't you?
Yeah.
Well, I just came from
something that might fit in...
An obscenity call.
Lady named, uh, Jessup...
Does that do anything for you?
No, not a thing.
I'd like to see a copy
of that call, though.
Hey, w-w-wait a
minute, wait a minute.
What was her name?
Jessup, Eleanor Jessup.
Is her husband a shrink?
That's right.
His name's Norman.
Yeah, all right,
thanks a lot, John.
What?
That's quite a coincidence.
Charles Blake's psychiatrist
is Norman Jessup.
Whose wife just happens
to receive an obscene call
after we talk to one of
her husband's patients.
- That's right.
- Oh, come on now, you know me.
- I'm not big on coincidences.
- Coincidences, I know, yeah.
Why would a patient of
my husband's call me?
Well, we don't
know that for sure.
We only know that
he has a past record
of, of calls of this sort.
You're aware of that, I'm sure.
Yes, I'm aware of it.
His treatment was a
condition of his probation.
Would you like a brandy?
- No.
- No, thank you.
Why didn't you mention
that to the policeman earlier?
Darling, there are
thousands of people
with Charlie Blake's problem
running around this city.
I'll have one.
Any one of them...
could have made that call.
Dr. Jessup, do you
know we had Blake
in our office just yesterday?
Yes, on the rape-murder case.
Norman.
Now, please don't be upset.
He came by to see me.
He'd been fired from his job.
He was very
disturbed, naturally.
Well, we thought there
might be a connection.
I see none at all.
Mrs. Jessup, would you
recognize Blake's voice
if you heard it again?
I'm afraid not.
These things are, uh... when
they happen they're shocking.
I'm not much help.
Could he have seen
you somewhere?
At one time Norman held his
evening therapy sessions here.
I believe he was
here once or twice.
And you didn't think that
was important enough to tell
the other inspector?
No, uh... (chuckles)
I'm trying to help
Charlie Blake.
The entire relationship between
a psychiatrist and a patient
is based on confidence.
If the confidence is violated,
the therapy is no
longer effective.
I assure you, Norman's
professional ethics outweigh
any personal consideration.
Yes, of course.
Well, certainly thank
you for your time.
I'm sure that this was only
a, um, oh, a coincidence.
Nice meeting you.
- Good-bye.
- Thank you.
I'll see you out.
Say, you had a psychology
minor, didn't you?
Uh, 11 units, yeah, but...
Good, I'm gonna give
you a chance to work
on a postgraduate
degree on department time.
I want you to check out
Blake's probation officer,
ex-employer, the works.
Timeo Danaos et donas ferentes.
Hold it, come again?
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
It's amazing what
education will do to people.
BLAKE: Jill, this
place is too crowded.
Thank you.
I, I mean, this is
no place to talk.
Let's leave.
I'd rather not.
Why?
I'd just rather not.
(sighs)
Okay, Jill, I was sick, huh?
But I'm not anymore.
I couldn't make that
kind of phone call now,
I couldn't.
Please, Jill, believe me.
I want to.
How can I prove it to you?
Um... say if, say if I'd had
a broken arm and it healed.
Okay?
I could show you the X rays.
But how can I show
you what's in my head?
(Jill sighs)
Just give me some more time.
Give us both some more time.
Maybe later, maybe...
Do you know the only
person in this whole world
that believes me is my doctor?
And I have to pay him.
NORMAN: Of course
you recognize her, Charlie.
Say her name.
(clock ticking)
Joan Warren.
She's responsible for everything
that's happened to you...
The police...
losing your job...
Jill's loathing you.
She's responsible, isn't she?
Yes.
Look at her.
She's laughing at you.
She says you're
sick and you're dirty.
And you stop her from
saying those things.
Stop her with your
hands around her throat.
Stop her.
Stop her from calling
you those names.
Feel how soft her throat is?
Stop her.
That's right.
Now.
Now you've done it now.
She's dead.
You've killed Joan Warren.
Say it, Charlie,
and I can help you.
Killed... I killed Joan Warren.
That's right.
Now you can lean back and relax.
Just lean back.
You feel good now
'cause you told the truth.
And you'll feel even better
when you tell the police,
won't you, Charlie?
Say it.
Yes, I'll feel better.
I want to help you, Charlie.
You know that, don't you?
Yes.
All right.
Now, look.
Look at this clock.
It says 5:30 now.
I want you to go to sleep
and I want you to forget
everything that's
happened in this session.
Do you understand?
The alarm will ring at 7:00.
You will leave here
and come to my house.
You know how to
get there, don't you?
Yes.
You will come in
by the side door.
You will go up the stairs
and at exactly 8:00
you will wake up,
and I will help you.
KELLER: Nothing here
says Blake's regressed
psychologically or otherwise,
and his probation officer
says he's doing fine.
So you think he's clean.
(Keller sighs)
So far all I know is,
he took a lonely walk
the night that
girl got murdered.
Well, that's what that guy
in there keeps telling us, too.
He's changed his
story so many times,
you need a road
map to follow him.
Well, whoever it is,
let's just hope he
doesn't strike again.
Why can't I go with you?
It's a sports dinner, Eleanor.
It's for men.
(chuckles)
You and old Leonard
certainly qualify as sports.
ELEANOR: Am I
so repulsive to you?
No, Eleanor.
Let's not fight tonight.
(sighs)
You loved me once.
Yes, I did.
But you bought me, Eleanor.
You bought this
house, the clinic,
you bought my soul.
You put a price
tag on everything.
Even this.
(gasps)
That's priceless.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Oh, look what you've done!
(sobbing)
It doesn't make any
difference, Eleanor.
It really doesn't.
NORMAN: Come to my house.
Go through the side gate.
You'll find the
back door unlocked.
Now walk upstairs.
Turn right and go to the
bedroom at the end of the hall.
(clock chiming)
(chiming continues)
♪♪
Sorry to get you up.
Tell me.
Strangulation at least a
couple of hours ago up there.
Possible attempted rape.
He used a tie.
It's still around her neck.
- (clock chiming)
- How did he break in?
Jimmied the side door there.
Who found her?
Uh, the husband and a friend,
an attorney named
Leonard Paxton.
Did you get a statement?
Yeah, they were
downtown having dinner,
got back about 11:30.
(chiming continues)
Yes, I'm with Norman now.
I'll see you in the office
tomorrow morning at 8:30.
Thank you.
Mr. Paxton?
Lieutenant Stone, Homicide.
How do you do?
Ugly business.
Yes, it is.
I understand that you
were with Dr. Jessup tonight.
All evening, yes.
I've told the Inspector
what little I know.
Would you mind telling me?
(sighs)
Well, I picked
Norman up about 7:15.
Eleanor was feeling poorly,
so we went directly
to the club for a drink,
then dinner.
I remember the clock in the
hall was striking the half hour
when we came in, so it
must have been 11:30.
Norman went upstairs
to tell her we were here.
I... I heard him cry out.
I... ran up and saw her.
Oh, feel better?
Oh, I'm all right.
Dr. Jessup,
there is never a good
time to ask these questions.
Oh, that's all
right, I understand.
Uh, I want to be helpful.
I don't know
what I can tell you.
I didn't see anyone,
didn't hear anyone.
But did you have any idea
who could have broken in?
I...
I don't know how to
answer that question.
What do you mean?
Involves a legal, uh, question.
The confidentiality
of a relationship
between a doctor and patient.
You mean Charles Blake?
Lieutenant, I don't
mean to intrude,
but I've told Norman I
would represent him,
and I've had no time yet
to look into the legalities.
But I'm sure that by
tomorrow morning,
he can give you
a full deposition.
If Blake is guilty of murder,
I want him in jail
tonight, and not tomorrow.
Why do you think he did it?
I don't know, I may be wrong.
I... He was very
disturbed today.
I asked him if he had made
that phone call to my wife.
I almost accused him of it,
I was that upset.
I wanted to shake him
and force him to
tell me the truth.
Maybe he did, maybe he did.
But if I hadn't
disturbed him more...
my wife might still be alive.
All right, Lieutenant,
that's enough.
Please.
I'll be in contact with
you in the morning.
- Any time.
- Fine.
Excuse me, Mr. Paxton.
Did, uh, did Dr. Jessup
invite you here tonight?
No.
It was my idea.
(door closes)
Something on your mind?
It's quite a coincidence
to have a lawyer here
right when you need one.
There's good sets of
prints all over the room.
Jake, I want every inch
of this room covered.
Photos on my desk at 8:00.
Mike, here's the murder weapon.
I had to cut it off.
This night work
is getting to me.
Tell me.
I'll send the boys
up with the gurney
when you're ready.
Steve, I don't see the doctor
- wearing a cheap tie like this, do you?
- No.
Listen, I called Blake's house.
There's no answer.
Know where to look for him?
Maybe, yeah.
Well, follow through.
All right.
- Be careful.
- Yeah.
He's got to be sick.
Jill, please.
I can't, Charlie.
Go away, you're frightening me.
I got to talk to someone.
Honey, I need you.
Charlie, don't make
me call the police.
Please go home.
I'm scared, Jill.
I don't know what
I'm doing anymore.
I'm all mixed up.
Help me, will you?
God, somebody's got to help me.
I can't, Charlie.
Please go home.
I can't.
I can't, Charlie, I can't.
I know, it's not
worth it, is it?
Or I'm not worth it.
I don't blame you,
though, Jill, I really don't.
I can't.
KELLER: Blake.
Blake!
Blake!
(coughing)
Charlie.
All right, right there, Charlie.
(sighs)
Go ahead, shoot.
You don't want to die.
I don't want to live, either.
(groans)
Help me, will you?
Man, I'm sick.
This is your tie, isn't it?
Yeah.
And you do know
where we found it?
But you don't
remember wearing it,
taking it off, and using it?
No, no, I don't.
Listen, Charlie, we know
you were in the bedroom.
We got your fingerprints
all over the place.
Now, why'd you kill her?
Why, Charlie?
Uh, 'cause she
was laughing at me
and calling me dirty names.
She said I was sick,
so I had to kill her, uh,
to stop her from
saying those things.
She was so soft.
I remember feeling
my hands on her throat,
and I killed her.
I killed Joan Warren.
Joan Warren?
Yes.
I'm glad I told you because
I know I'll feel better.
Well, you killed Mrs. Jessup
the same way, didn't you?
Did I?
You tell me.
I remember seeing
her lying there.
She was so still
that at first, I thought
she was asleep.
Yes, go on.
Until I reached out
and touched her.
But do you remember killing her?
Uh, I must have.
Well, what about
the telephone call?
You remember calling, don't you?
I don't do that anymore.
- Don't you?
- No.
I don't know, maybe, maybe.
I don't know; I-I must be crazy.
You can let that character go.
We just broke it.
Broke what? What'd you break?
The Warren killing.
Sure enough, it was Sheflera.
Sheflera?
Yeah, he just confessed.
He's with the D.A. now.
Got it all down on
paper, signed and sealed.
Well, thanks.
Thanks for the congratulations.
Bob, we just got
the same confession.
What?
Yeah, that's right.
Somebody's got to be lying.
Okay.
You get that polygraph
guy back in here
first thing in the morning.
Mike...
Never mind, I know
all about the red tape.
You just get that machine
hooked up and ready to go.
Steve, you get Lenny here.
It's about time we had our
own psychiatrist in on this case.
Maybe he can tell
us what's going on.
TECHNICIAN: Did
you look at the clock?
BLAKE: Yes.
TECHNICIAN: What time was it?
BLAKE: 5:30. I remember...
the-the clock
with the monk in it.
TECHNICIAN: You
said 8:00 before.
Oh... yeah, that's-that's right.
Was the room dark or lit?
Dark.
When you saw her first,
where was she lying?
BLAKE: On the floor.
And you killed her?
I don't know.
Your name is Charles Blake?
Y-Yes.
And you killed Joan Warren?
Yes.
He's telling the truth.
Now I know why they don't
allow polygraphs in court.
Sheflera said
he killed the girl.
Blake said he did it, and
they're both telling the truth.
Or the machine is lying.
I like to think that.
Well, what if Blake believes
he killed Joan Warren
- but he didn't?
- What are you talking about?
- Hypnosis.
- Hypnosis? Aw, come on!
All right, it's crazy,
but Blake's file shows
that Dr. Jessup had
him under hypnotherapy.
So?
So a guy could be hypnotized
to believe things
that aren't even true.
We know that Blake
was in the house...
We have his prints and his tie.
All right, the tie could've
been planted, right?
- Right.
- Now, Lenny,
Blake could not
remember where he was
between the hours
of 5:00 and 8:00.
Now, this is just a
theory, but is it possible
he could've been put into
some sort of, I don't know,
hypnotic trance
for that long a time?
I guess so.
Go on.
If he was in some sort
of... I don't know, trance,
could he have been
made to do things later on,
after he woke up?
It's conceivable, yes, but
he had to be very receptive,
almost pathological.
I think you are
both pathological.
Look, all I'm saying
is it is possible
Charles Blake was programmed
to believe he killed
the girls, that's all.
It's conceivable, yes, but...
there's a catch,
psychologically.
To make someone confess
to a crime he didn't commit,
there'd have to be
a strong motivation.
He'd have to be convinced it
was in his own best interest.
If something was in it for him?
Well, what about,
uh... what about relief?
You know, when he
confessed to us, he told us,
"I know this is gonna
make me feel better."
A sex offender on
probation... He's been carrying
a heavy load of guilt,
that's certain enough.
So, who called Mrs. Jessup?
I'm sure it wasn't her husband.
No, no, no. I think she
received a phone call from Blake.
At least it was his voice.
But it was on a tape.
You know when we
were in Jessup's study,
those tapes on the wall?
Those are all recorded
therapy sessions.
I looked at the labels.
That's what got me thinking
about Jessup in the first place.
(phone buzzes)
Homicide. Lieutenant Stone.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
Well, they just shook
down Sheflera's apartment,
and they found the
gold locket in his closet.
Okay. Okay.
Blake is innocent
of one murder...
and according to you guys,
he could be innocent
of two murders, right?
Yeah.
What'd you expect to find?
What did you?
I don't know,
something, anything.
I keep looking at these
photographs. (sighs)
Bed.
Lamp.
Broken clock, stopped at 8:00.
Proves Jessup couldn't be here.
That's funny.
What's funny?
Blake... he said
something about a...
a monk in a clock.
Oh, he said a lot of
things we don't understand.
Let's do it my way, shall we?
Let's just walk
through it slowly, huh?
Now, he said that he
was standing here, right?
Ow! Man!
Whew!
(Keller exhales)
Touch it again.
You touch it.
Go on, will you?
Touch it again, please.
I don't want to touch it.
Don't be a child... put
your finger on it and touch it!
Oh, man...
That's it.
That's it!
This switch connects
the rest of these lamps
except for that one.
That one is on a
separate circuit!
I hope you understand
the possible entrapment.
That's why I called the
public defender in here.
Mr. Keyser, come in.
All set.
Mr. Keyser, this
is Dr. Murchison...
our psychiatrist.
Charlie... we're ready; are you?
My office hasn't
approved any of this yet.
I still have a lot of questions.
I'll try to answer them for you.
Thank you.
- Oh, come in.
- Hi, Doctor.
Hello, Inspector.
Sit down, please.
- Thank you.
- Sorry that you had to wait.
I've been busy
cancelling appointments.
I'm gonna close
the office for a while
and get out of
town for a few days.
- I suppose that's all right?
- 'Course. No problem.
- I just came here to ask you a favor.
- Of course.
We removed the police guard
from your house this morning.
We, uh, thought we
had all we needed.
But something's come up.
I was wondering if you had
an extra set of house keys
we could borrow?
I think I do.
That's an unusual clock.
NORMAN (chuckles):
Ah, yes, it is.
Should have a pair
here somewhere.
I understand you
have Blake in custody.
Well, that's the problem.
We had Blake locked
up for that Warren murder.
He confessed and everything.
Now he's been cleared.
Oh?
Yeah, I don't know
why he would lie.
But it's brought in some
other questions on the case
that have to be answered.
How's that?
Well, you said when you left
that your wife
was in bed reading.
So the light was on.
That's right.
But Blake, he swears the
light was off when he came in,
and the polygraph shows
he was telling the truth.
KELLER: Of course, it's possible
your wife could have
turned the lights off.
But anyway, the lieutenant
wants to check that broken lamp.
Because if that was on, well,
it only adds to the confusion.
I can't find this anywhere.
Well, don't worry
about it, Doctor.
I'm sure we must have an
extra set down at the department.
Just wanted to
save myself a trip.
I really don't see
what difference it makes...
We know he was in the house.
Doctor, thank you very much.
- Sorry to bother you.
- Oh, not at all.
I wish I could've
been more help.
I know there's a pair
there somewhere,
but my head is not put together
very well today, I'm afraid.
Of course. Take care.
Good-bye.
(turns off engine)
(clock ticking)
♪♪
Ow!
You forgot to
turn it off, Doctor.
What are you doing here?
Watching you rig
some more evidence.
That's ridiculous. I...
I was curious... My
wife has been murdered;
I have to know
what the truth is.
(phone ringing)
Well, aren't you gonna
answer your phone?
(ringing continues)
Yeah?
Doctor, it's for you.
Yes?
BLAKE'S VOICE: It's me.
What difference does it make?
I know you.
I've been watching
you for a long...
You broke into my office.
That's illegal.
Those tapes are confidential,
and you can't use
them against me.
- My lawyer will tell you that.
- No, he won't.
They didn't break in,
Norman, they didn't have to.
All they did is what you did:
record Charlie Blake's voice,
only this time with
his full permission.
You're my lawyer! You're
supposed to defend me!
Norman, I know
where my ethics are.
I came here to help you!
As your lawyer, I don't
want you to say another word.
As your friend...
as Eleanor's friend...
I think you'd better
retain other counsel.
Read him his rights.
JILL: Charlie!
Charlie!
(Jill sighs)
No, no, no, I didn't call.
She did.
Did you? Why?
What difference does
it make? I'm here.
How can I tell you
what's in my mind?
You can't.
So, can we talk? Please?
Sure. I want to.
Okay.
(exhales): Oh...
Man, that Jessup was so cool,
I never thought we'd get him.
Yeah, it's the smart
ones who take it hard
when they find out
how dumb they've been.
- When'd you first make him?
- Same time you did.
Sure, it was all those
coincidences, you know...
The lawyer in waiting,
the tie left behind,
the patient-doctor relationship.
Too neat, too smooth.
Psychology, that's
what did it, you know.
That's what pulled
us through this time...
Good, hard-nosed psychology.
- You? Come on.
- That's right, me!
Listen.
Just don't rush me, now.
Generosus...
anubis... labor... naba.
How long did it take you to
look that up in the dictionary?
- Too long.
- (laughs)