And now, Mystery Theater. Come in. Welcome. I'm
E .G. Marshall. And perhaps you've come to look
upon me as the master of the macabre, your escort
into the eerie. And in all honesty, I can say
that I am happy you have this opinion of me.
I'll admit to an affinity for tales of the supernatural,
and even a sneaking fondness for ghosts. Some
ghosts, that is. I cannot say that I have liked
every ghost I have met. Because in my experience,
there can be some very unpleasant ghosts, like
this one. At this moment in time, Jason, I'm
a very friendly ghost with warm feelings toward
you. Because you're going to do me a favor, Jason.
You are going to kill my wife. Did you hear me,
Jason? I said you were going to kill Claire.
I heard you and I say you're a murderer. I'm
not a murderer! You will kill her, Jason, because
this is just a sample of what can happen to you
when my feelings become unfriendly. Our mystery
drama... Voices of Death was written especially
for the Mystery Theatre by Murray Burnett and
stars Mandel Kramer and Ralph Bell. There are
many stories about faceless voices that speak
to lonely people. Voices that come from nowhere.
that threaten, cajole, terrify, or madden the
mortals who hear them. Our story is about such
a voice, but it is a voice that has a face, the
face of a dead man. Most of us know what to expect
when we turn on a television set, but the last
thing Jason Phillips expected was to have the
face of a dead man appear on his television tube.
How did the face of Peter Truro get on my TV
screen? Peter, I'm sure if you were alive, you'd
understand why yours is the last face I'd want
to look at. So forgive me for switching stations.
What is this? Peter again? I'll try another channel.
On every channel? Peter Truro? That's ridiculous.
And no sound. What's wrong with the sound? Nothing,
Jason. What? This isn't the normal way to return.
I'm seeing things and hearing them. Peter Truro
is dead and buried. He couldn't be talking to
me from my TV screen. Everything... everything
happened so suddenly with Peter and Claire and
that lousy Linvilla. Put the TV back on. Relax,
Jason. I'm not a delusion. I realize that my
talking to you this way must be quite a shock,
but, uh, you're really seeing and talking with
Peter Truro. Oh, sure. Sure. Peter Truro, who's
been dead and cremated for ten days. The body,
yes, Jason, but, uh, nothing else. Now, just
as soon as we complete our business, you'll be
rid of me. And you'll be happy. You keep talking
about business. What kind of business can we
have? You're going to do a little job for me,
Jason. You're going to kill my wife. There's
absolutely no point in you turning off the television,
Jason. You're a fraud, Peter. I don't know how
you got into my set, but you're a fraud. Oh,
come on now. You're not going to claim that you're
still upset because, after all, I am a ghost?
Well, of course. It's a perfectly natural occurrence,
isn't it? Everyone who watches television sooner
or later finds himself face to face and talking
with a ghost every time he turns on his set.
What you're really telling me is that you're
afraid I'm not a ghost at all, but a figment
of your imagination. And you find that strange.
You don't think that that's enough to upset me?
Of course, of course it is, Jason. Like Hamlet,
you're wondering about your brain. Yes, I am.
Well, I can take that worry off your shoulders.
How? Suppose Claire comes to see you. Claire?
What would she want? An attack of conscience.
Guilt. Whatever you may want to call it. But
Jason, I will make Claire visit you. And then
we will talk again. What in the world am I doing
here anyway? Can you tell me, Jason? Putting
on a marvelous act as usual, Claire. Why do I
feel cold? Why do I have this feeling that Peter's
watching? Which question would you like me to
answer? Do you believe in ghosts? Of course not.
You sound so sure. So very. And you're not. I
remember how you used to make fun of the whole
spiritual scene. I said it was impossible. Claire,
why this discussion? What made you phone me and
come here to talk about I've been having dreams
Dreams well, I know psychiatrists dreams about
Peter He keeps telling me to come to you and
explain about Well, you know how you lost the
part in the play and I'm not making very much
sense. Am I no you're not I Don't know why you
came here, but I know damn. Well, you'd better
leave Are you convinced, Jason? Do you believe
now that I am a ghost? Well, you heard Claire.
You know I sent her to you. So she says. I don't
know whether it was smart to throw her out so
abruptly. She may become suspicious. About what?
About your wanting to kill her. You're out of
your mind. You're crazy. Remember how you felt
when Claire told you that she was replacing you
in the part that I had picked for you in... cries
of dissent remember how you raised because you
knew that Claire was throwing you are not because
of your lack of ability but because she wanted
the pot for her lover Edward Linville you even
threatened to kill her I don't have to listen
to any more of this right now I could cheerfully
have murdered you if you'd been alive hello Jason
this is Claire darling I do think you owe me
some sort of explanation for almost throwing
me out of your place a while ago. Claire, my
love, the only thing I owe you is a punch in
the mouth, and if you were a man, I'd be happy
to give it to you. Are you going to be with us
long, Mr. Phillips? Well, that depends. You'll
find all sports and great weather at the Clarkstown
Inn. You will be in 445. If there's anything
you want, don't hesitate to ask. Now, before
I call a leader, I think I'd better see if Peter
is still with me. Here I am, Jason. You didn't
think you could run away from me, did you? I
wasn't sure, but I was hoping. I'm curious about
one thing. Why did you pick this godforsaken
little town as a place of refuge? Because I happened
to have been born right here in Clarkstown. Ah.
Then this is an attempt to recapture the safety
of your childhood. That's very touching Jason.
I've had enough of you tonight Peter Time for
me to do what I came here for in the first place
talk to an old friend Hello And it is a pleasure
to hear yours Jason It is a distinctive voice
Jason Are you calling from New York? No, I'm
at the inn right here in Clarkstown. Matter of
fact, I came here just to see you. How nice.
But Jason, there's been a lot of years since
we last spoke. And right now, it's almost past
my bedtime. How about breakfast with me tomorrow?
More coffee, Jason. No, thanks, Alita. Alita.
I'm being haunted. I think I'm going crazy. I
don't know where to turn or what to do. That's
why I came to see you. Do you think you can help
me? If you'll calm down, maybe. Well, you just
don't know what it's like. And I can't find out
unless you tell me. Do you know this ghost? Of
course. It's the famous Broadway producer, Peter
Truro. I read about his death. It was only a
short time ago. That's right. And he's been after
me for the past two weeks. How does this haunting
manifest itself? Through television. Every time
I turn on the TV set, it's Peter's face that
appears. I can't get any other programs, just
Peter Truro. What does he say to you? Well, that's
what's got me scared. He's asking me to kill
his wife. What frightened you, Alita? Why? Well,
Jason, as I remember you... When you were a boy,
you were not particularly psychic or even sympathetic
to psychic phenomena. That's right. In order
to help you, I must find out why the ghost of
Peter Truro chose you as his instrument in the
first place. Can you? I can try. But not this
morning. Can you come back tonight for another
seance? Like the one you remembered as a boy.
That's why I came. I'll be here, Alita. I can't
promise anything will come out of this. I can't
even promise to make contact. But if I do, you
will have to keep absolutely quiet. Understand?
Yes. Yes, I do. All right. Now, hold my hands.
Tighter. Yes, that's it. The light. The light
is too bright. It hurts my eyes. I see you quite
clearly. Jason... Jason, why did you do this?
Just when we two were getting along so well,
you went and brought this stranger in. Well,
Peter, I... Jason, you must keep quiet. You promised.
Let him talk for himself. We have some wonderful
chance when we're alone. Jason is a friend of
mine. He has asked my help. Why did you choose
him to torment? It is I who am in torment. You
must know that. It is I who cannot rest until
a vow has been kept. What vow? The marriage vow.
Has it not been kept? Did you not plight love
till death do us part? No. Our vow was to remain
faithful and loving. Forever. We change the marriage
ceremony. And the vow has not been kept. And
I seek revenge. I will have revenge. I will.
Alita, are you all right? Yes. Yes. I will be
fine. You sure you're going to be all right?
Yes, I am sure about me. But I am worried about
you, Jason. I am not sure about you. Ghosts are
very much like UFOs. People say they don't exist.
But somehow the idea of ghosts and UFOs just
won't go away. The question of whether ghosts
can have anything to do with dreams is one that
has occupied the thoughts of psychics since people
first began to talk about ghosts. Jason Phillips
was haunted by a ghost, not in his dreams, but
one who took over his TV set. Jason is seeking
help, not from an analyst, but from an old and
respected medium. Whom he had known since childhood.
All right. All right elite I don't mean to start
a discussion All I want to know is how do I get
rid of the ghost of Peter Truro? I wish I could
tell you You mean I can't get any help I'll have
to spend the rest of my life listening to Peter
Insisting that I kill Claire for him. You can
turn off your television. Can't you oh great?
I'll never look at a TV set again. Is that your
solution? How deeply was Peter devoted to his
wife? What kind of question is that a very? Well,
there was a jealousy act that Peter was putting
on. What made you think it was, as you put it,
an act? Because nobody could have been that jealous.
What about the relationship? Was it a good one?
I don't know. I never stopped to think about
it. There was the difference in age. I mean,
Peter was some... 18 years older than Claire,
and he was Broadway's outstanding producer, and
she was an actress. Are you trying to say that
Claire married Truro to advance her career? That
she didn't love him? Well, there was no question
that Truro worshipped Claire, that he'd do anything
for her. She liked Peter, but... Well, I think
the feeling was deeper on his side than hers.
And how did you feel about Claire? Alita, I don't
see the point of all this. Ghosts do not choose
people to haunt, unless by design. In order even
to begin to help you, we must try to find out
why Peter Truro chose you as an instrument for
his vengeance. How do you feel about Claire?
Well, I'm certainly not fond of her. After all,
she was responsible for my losing the part in
Cries of Descent. You wanted to kill her. Don't
be ridiculous. You sound just like Peter. You
won't admit it to yourself. But you're secretly
delighted with the idea of punishing Claire Truro.
And there is no way you can get rid of Peter
Truro until you do. Welcome home, Jason. So nice
to be back with you. Cut it, Peter. I liked your
friend a leader. Oh, I'm glad. Well, now that
your investigation has proved that I'm really
a ghost and not something your imagination cooked
up, we can get down to specifics about killing
Claire. Now, let's get this straight. I evidently
can't stop you from appearing on my TV screen,
but I am not going to kill anyone, not even Claire.
I'll show you how you can get away with it. I'm
not interested. What could you lose by sitting
down and picking up a piece of paper and a pen?
I don't know. Admit you're curious. All right,
I'm curious. Oh, come on. Jason, you know we
both burn for revenge. You because Claire fired
you from Cries of Descent to replace you with
her lover, Edward Lindvig. Who is awful. Have
you seen him? Oh, I don't have to. I know he's
terrible. But he's playing the part. And he's
sleeping with my wife, so... Get the paper and
pen, eh? All right. Now, write the following.
My darling, this should not come as a surprise
since we talked about your unfaithfulness. No,
wait a minute, Peter. There's not much more.
Unfaithfulness many times. And you know that
I said I would kill you. My dearest, prepare
to die. And sign it, Peter. What do you think
she'll say when she finds that in her desk drawer?
Well, I think she'll laugh because she'll know
it's an obvious forgery. Well, take another look,
Jason. And then tell me if you recognize the
writing. What? How did you do it? This is your
handwriting. Please, please Edward, don't make
me look again. Darling, you must. This thing
has gone too far for you to give into it now.
Now please open the drawer. What if I find another
of those horrible notes? You won't find anymore.
I've had the only key to the drawer in my pocket
for the past two days. Can't we just let it go
for now? Open the drawer. Now here's the key,
darling. What was it? Another note. Another one.
Well, that's impossible. Let me see. No, don't.
It's impossible, you said. Impossible. Tell me
it's impossible. I think we should go to the
police. And tell them what? That you're getting
notes from a dead man? Well, haven't you been
telling me all along that that was impossible?
Of course I have. That we could go to the police
and tell them that some vicious practical joker's
blackmailing me. He hasn't asked for anything.
Oh, he's building up to it. I know he's building
up to it. Who is he? That's the big question.
Who is doing this and how? I'll swear that the
notes are in Peter's handwriting and any handwriting
expert will swear to the same thing. Then maybe
we should ask the police to begin looking for
a master forger. I thought you said we shouldn't
go to the police. Well, I have an idea. Now,
it may be crazy and I don't know whether or not
it'll help, but it's an idea. I'll do anything,
anything to stop this nonsense. Well, maybe we
should find a spiritualist and have a consultation.
Who is it? Ed Linville. Well, if I say I'm surprised,
I'm sure you'll understand. Completely. And I'm
sure that you'll understand that I wouldn't be
here in your apartment unless I thought it was
very important. Granted. I'm here because I can't
help feeling there's some connection between
you and some crazy notes Claire's been getting.
Notes? Don't think I understand. Somebody has
started a systematic campaign of persecution
against Claire. Well, why don't you go to the
police? Because I'm afraid of the publicity.
Claire will look silly because the persecution
is seemingly directed by Peter Truro. Well, she
can't be serious. How could Peter possibly...
That's what everyone's reaction is, because I
can't explain the notes. That's the second time
you've mentioned notes. They're vicious, handwritten
little jottings, all reminding her of some...
Silly vows that she met made with Truro before
they were married and they threaten her life
They're all signed by Peter Truro. Well, it's
impossible. That's what I said Claire insists
that the handwriting is Peters It's been checked
by three handwriting experts. All three say Claire's
right. The handwriting is Peters Well, that still
doesn't explain what brings you here to see me.
I told you Claire's sense. There's a connection
She told me She came to see you. Yes, she did.
And she told me you behaved rather strangely.
Look, I know you're worried about Claire, so
I'm giving you a lot of latitude, but you're
really beginning to annoy me, Linville. I'm just
trying to find out why you got so angry with
her when she was only talking about her dreams.
She came here, I thought, to ask my forgiveness
for the raw deal she gave me in cries of dissent.
A deal which you were part of. Now why should
I sympathize with Claire and her problems? We
were never that close before Peter died and as
far as you're concerned you forget that I replaced
you You don't have a right to ask me to forget.
Oh, yes I have and I'm gonna get some answers
or the cops are gonna get some information Even
if it means bad publicity the cops Claire and
I went to a medium. We showed her the notes We
told her all we knew She held a seance and she
came up with your name. And that's what you're
going to tell the cops? That and the fact that
you're mad because I replaced you in cries of
dissent. You've had this coming and now you're
going to get... I'll kill you. So help me, I'll
kill you. So, Jason, we made quite a spectacle
of ourselves with Edward Linville, didn't we?
How did that medium get my name? She must have
been extraordinarily perceptive. You know that
it was a she. You're in on this. Oh really, Jason,
you're becoming paranoid. Since I'm obviously
depending on you to kill Claire, for me it would
be extraordinarily stupid for me to have you
suspected even before the crime. Nobody is going
to be suspected because there isn't going to
be any crime. Oh, you're adrenaline still working
overtime because of that scrap with Linville.
When you calm down, you realize what a fool you're
making of yourself. No need to remind me. I realized
that the minute Linville said he'd been given
my name. What story can Linville take to the
police? He can accuse me of writing poison pen
letters to Claire. He can? On what evidence?
The word of a medium? According to Linville himself,
Claire had the notes checked with a handwriting
expert who swore that the handwriting was mine.
Now, how does that point to you? Why can't you
leave me alone? Oh, come, Jason. You were having
a ball with the notes and watching the effect
they had on Claire. All right, I'll admit that,
but writing nasty little notes is a lot different
than killing. Well, of course it is. And you
want me to guarantee that no one will ever connect
you with a killing. That's what you really want,
isn't it, Jason? Look, you're too smug for me
to argue with. There's no point in any further
discussion, so... No, no, hold on a minute, Jason,
hold on. I want to tell you how I can guarantee
your being in the clear. Like promising me you
won't give the police my name? I offer you complete
safety. How? A suicide note. Suicide? Exactly.
Claire will commit suicide. Take an overdose
of sleeping pills and leave a completely authentic
suicide note to prove it. You mean you're really
going to drive Claire to suicide? Don't you think
Claire is the suicidal type? No. I agree. That's
why we must have the note. You want to write
it now? Are you out of your mind? Just write
what I dictate. No way. We are going to say that
she just couldn't stand the idea of betraying
me and breaking her solemn marriage vow. Now,
you're not going to mention me, are you? Well,
of course not. Somebody will remember that the
earlier notes dealt with me and Lindale. That's
why we'll just stick with her guilt about betraying
me. You see how careful I'm being about involving
you? Yes, but you want me to write the note.
You must. I guarantee the handwriting experts
will all swear the handwriting's genuine. In
addition, it will be on her special stationery,
of course. And how are you going to arrange that?
You are. You are going to be invited to a party.
A bash that Claire will be giving next week.
While you're there, I'll arrange to show you
the room where Claire keeps her stationery and
the desk. Oh, forget it. Haven't you ever heard
of fingerprints? Mine will be all over the place.
Pick it up, Jason. That's Claire calling with
your invitation. Congratulations, Jason. You
accepted Claire's invitation with just the right
amount of reluctance. How did you know that Claire
would call? Oh, you must grant me certain ghostly
secrets of the trade. It should reassure you
about our chances of pulling off a successful
murder. I thought you said suicide. Yes, I did,
but to be quite accurate I should have said apparent
suicide. We both agreed that Claire wasn't the
suicidal type. Then what was all that talk about
sleeping pills and a suicide note? Just talk?
By no means. Well, she's not going to take an
overdose of her own free will. That is where
you come in, Jason. You'll have to see to it
that she takes them. We'll work that out somehow
the devil we will This is where I get off Peter.
I'm finishing with you once and for all even
if I have to smash the set We're past that Jason
old boy Wait a minute the sets off. I hear you.
Why can't I see you? Of course the set is off
Jason But now we have such a close relationship
that I don't have to depend on a mechanical device
to communicate with you From now on Jason I'm
your friend and faithful companion. Who was it
who first said, with a friend like that, who
needs enemies? Oh well, it really doesn't matter.
What matters is that a ghostly voice has taken
control of Jason Phillips. All of us are driven
sometimes by forces we don't clearly see or understand.
But how many of you have ever obeyed the commands
of a ghost? And what happened when you did? Don't
answer that! People who hear voices either tell
no one or lay themselves open to all sorts of
risks. not the least of which is ending up on
a couch. Actor Jason Phillips has been hearing
the same voice for weeks, the voice of a Broadway
producer who keeps urging Jason to kill the producer's
actress wife. Jason is now disturbed enough to
seek help from a distinguished and brilliant
psychiatrist. The whole purpose of our talks,
Jason, depends on your deciding what is important.
Now, obviously, your losing the part in Cries
of Descent was a real shock to you. Well, it
would be to anybody. Of course, but what about
Claire Truro? What was your relationship with
her before that? It was friendly, casual. I mean,
after all, she was Peter's wife, and he made
no bones about how he felt about her. Were you
attracted to her? She's a very good -looking
woman. That's not what I asked. Oh. Guess maybe
but nothing earth -shaking and how did she feel
about you? I? Don't know I mean I think it might
be wise if you could recreate the day She told
you she was replacing you in cries of descent
Well, I don't know if I can remember all of it
I you know I came to the theater that day about
the same time as usual Rehearsal was scheduled
for 11. I got there about 1050. I was sitting
in my dressing room when I heard a knock on the
door. Come in. I'm glad you're early, Jason.
There's something I want to talk to you about.
Fine. Will I need the script? No. Jason, darling,
this isn't going to be very pleasant. Well, the
last few weeks haven't been very pleasant. This
is something I know is going to hurt you, and
I wish how I wish... You're not making sense.
I've never done this before. I've never fired
an actor before. Fired an act? You mean I'm out
of the play? I'm afraid so. But why? Why? You
know I'm good in the part. You know what the
part means to me. Why would... I think you're
beginning to understand. Believe me, Jason, I...
Does Linville mean that much to you? Well, you...
I knew you were seeing a lot of him, but I didn't
think that... Well, isn't this very sudden? Peter's
only been dead a few days. Edward Linville and
I... Well, we go back a long way. Claire... I
don't want to hear any stories of old love affairs.
It's not going to make me feel any differently
about the kind of deal you're giving me. I don't
suppose I could expect you to feel any other
way. Come off it, Claire. You cut my heart out
and you want to be forgiven you'll get your full
salary for the run of I don't need it I'll take
my two weeks notice. I'll be in touch with your
agent Goodbye jeez and that's about the way it
was doctor. Oh Traumatic experience it has left
a deep scar. Well, I knew that before I came
to you now help me Well, the help must come from
within you You don't believe in this ghost of
mine. Do you? We keep going around in circles,
doctor. Not quite. The first day you came to
me you wanted to know whether or not you could
actually hear a voice and be perfectly sane.
You remember I gave you an answer. Yes, you said
it was possible. And then? Then I told you the
voice I heard belonged to a dead man and asked
if you believed in ghosts. And do you remember
my answer? Yes, you said for some people ghosts
are a way of life. That's right. Doesn't that
apply to you? No, and I don't know anyone it
does apply to. Doctor, if you're trying to confuse
me, you're doing a great job. I'm trying to lead
you to a conclusion. You'd only kill someone
who did you harm. Does that seem so strange?
Someone like Claire Truro. There you go again,
Doctor, trying to prove something. Prove what?
That I'd really like to kill Claire. Wouldn't
you? Yes. Yes, I would. I'd like to get my hands
around her throat. Yes, I want to kill her! What
in the world have you done, Jason? Made a purchase,
Peter. A mannequin. Don't you recognize her?
Should I? Well, she's a lady very close to your
heart. To me, she just looks like any other window
dummy they use in dress shops. Ah, but this one
is different, Peter. Don't you recognize your
beloved wife? Claire. What kind of foolishness
is this? Expensive, made -to -order therapy for
a man who talks to ghosts. A ghost who wants
him to kill his wife. Now, I prep Claire up here
in the corner of this couch, and I hear! And
I hear again, and again, and again! You feel
better? Much better, Peter. You see, I'm willing
to admit to you now that I am aggressive towards
Claire and I would like to see her dead. That
is progress. That's what my doctor says. Now
that I've admitted the terrible thought and acknowledged
it, I can get rid of my aggression. By hitting
that department store dummy on the head? You
go ahead and laugh. But it's going to work. Jason,
over here. Oh, great party, Claire. Thank you,
Jason. I want you and Edward to shake hands right
here now. Of course. Go on, Edward. Go on, shake
hands. Well, I think I made a fool of myself,
Jason. Well, you don't have a monopoly on foolishness.
I kind of lost my head, too. Well, it's all over
now. And even though Edward said I shouldn't,
I have to ask a favor, Jason. Go right ahead.
Well, you know that little church around the
corner from your apartment? You mean St. Anthony's?
Mm -hmm, that's it. They have a theatrical about
this time every year, and I've known Father Kinsolving
for years and years, and... Well, I... I always
donate some costumes. I was wondering if you'd
be kind enough to drop them off for me. No trouble
at all. I'd be happy to. You see, Edward, what
you called my silly brainstorm turned out to
be not such a bad idea at all. Welcome home,
Jason. Did you enjoy the party? Matter of fact,
I had a ball. I see you have the clothes with
which you can dress that ridiculous dummy, so
it looks even more like Claire. These are costumes
that I have to give to St. Anthony's. Well, try
one of them on the dummy. You'll find it will
make your therapy more effective. Go on. I like
that blue dress. Wait a minute. Did you have
anything to do with this? Of course. Of course
I put the idea into Claire's head of asking you
to deliver the costumes. I think it's going to
please me to see a more lifelike Claire in your
living room. And give you a good deal more of
satisfaction. All right, Doctor, I'll admit I
do feel better. But all that pummeling and smashing
at the model of Claire hasn't stopped me from
hearing Peter's voice. Do you also see him? Only
when I turn on the TV. I don't bother with that
anymore, but I am still confused. You and I have
these long conversations and... You were about
to say? Well, I don't know. I, um... There are
too many things that can't be explained away
because of my aggressiveness. Those notes and
the fact that they were judged to be in Peter's
handwriting. Which you've often seen enough on
checks and letters. I'm not that good a forger.
All right, Jason. What is the alternative? I
don't understand. We've come a long way since
you first came here. Let's assume that you didn't
forge the notes. You know who wrote them, but
someone else dictated them. And the same person
guided your hand. Now, who could that person
possibly be? I've been telling you, the ghost
of Peter Truro. And this same ghost influenced
his wife to give you costumes to deliver to a
church for a theatrical. He says he did. This,
then, is the alternative you must face. That
there is a ghost. That he is the ghost of Peter
Truro, and that he is haunting you. And that
I believe in that ghost? Don't you? I'm afraid
I don't have any choice. Who is it? A leader.
Oh, come in! Thank you for coming so soon after
I called. I'd never forgive myself if I hadn't.
Who's that? It's just a dummy dressed in Claire's
clothes. You must get rid of it. Well, I will,
but I asked you to visit with me. Get rid of
it now. What do you want me to do, throw it out
the window? It doesn't matter. Don't you realize
how dangerous it is for you to have her here?
Oh, come on, Alita. It was my doctor's idea.
He said I could use the dummy to take out my
aggressions. Indeed. And where did you get the
clothes? Claire gave them to me. Does she know
how you're using them? She gave me a lot of stuff
to give to a church theatrical. I kept this one
dress out. Are you so friendly that she would
ask you to do her a favor like that? Look, I'm
afraid I've gone as far as I can with the doctor.
He feels that it's all my subconscious, my urge
to kill Claire that accounts for everything.
Your wish to kill Claire does not mean there
are no ghosts. There is evil all around you.
Either you or Claire must leave New York. I don't
see how running away will get rid of Peter. I'm
not so much concerned now with your getting rid
of Peter as I am with saving your life. You really
mean that, don't you? You're really frightened.
There was only one other time in my life when
I've been this frightened. When was that? No.
No. Now, Jason, please come away with me. Come
back with me to Clarkstown until... Until? Until
the restless thirst for revenge has left the
ghost of Peter Truro. You were sensational tonight,
Claire, my love. Thank you, Edward. Shall we
eat something before we go home? No, no, I'll
meet you at the house. I have to go someplace
first. Very mysterious. Well, it's important.
You care to tell me? I'm afraid you disapprove.
Well, if it's what I think it is, I certainly
will do more than disapprove. Oh, be a darling
and don't ask any questions. I'll tell you all
about it when I get home. Now, Claire, I'm not
gonna... I have to get this makeup off and I...
You're not going. Now, don't be silly, Edward.
You don't even know where I'm going. Stop treating
me like a child, Claire. It's obvious that you're
taking that last note seriously. I want these
notes to end. I want this whole situation to
end. Can you promise me that you can stop it,
Edward? No, but... But that this last note says
I'll have all the answers if I go alone. to Jason's
apartment. And you believe that? He also says
I'll find the door open. I'm going there. And
if the door's open, I'll go in. But Claire, you
can't... You know where I'll be. And if I'm not
home in an hour, you can come after me. Call
the police or do anything you want. It's all
done. I just remembered something, Alita. What?
I left something important in the apartment.
Oh, but Jason, our bus leaves in half an hour.
You promised to go home with me. There's plenty
of time. My apartment's only a short distance.
I'll grab a cab and be back in plenty of time.
Meet you at gate number five. You're doing the
right thing, Jason. I promise a stunning surprise
awaits you in your apartment. And after tonight,
it will be all over. Cap! Cap! You like what
I've done with the mannequin, Jason. That's a
promise. The door is open. That part of the note
is right. Jason? Jason, are you home? Oh, darn.
Oh, where are the lights? Jason, whatever you're
up to, get this thing away from me. It's just
where a dummy belongs, on the floor. Jason, I'm
too old to be afraid of the dark. I'll just sit
and wait for you. And if you don't come soon,
Edward will be here. I'm warning you. I thought
mentioning Edward would do it. This is what your
surprise is. You've made the mannequin talk.
Marvelous, Peter. Who are you talking to, Jason?
Please turn on the light. Thank you, Peter. This
is really wonderful. Jason! Are you mad? And
the throat feels like real flesh. My hands are
closed. Yes, Jason. I've kept my promise and
you've done the job. Now you're rid of me forever.
Goodbye, Jason. Claire. Claire, I've really killed
you. No. That's one way to rid yourself of a
ghost. Jason Phillips was no longer haunted.
However, I certainly don't recommend it as a
general rule. I do recommend, however, a more
generous suspension of disbelief when someone
tells you he's seen a ghost or is hearing voices
he can't explain. Voices. Voices we hear only
inside our own heads. Sometimes we identify them
as voices of conscience, and everyone accepts
the fact that we hear those. But ghostly voices,
the voices of the dead, how real are they? Just
as real as our imagination allows them to be.
Our cast included Mandel Kramer, Ralph Bell,
Evie Juster, and Bob Caliban. The entire production
was under the direction of Hyman Brown. This
is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return to our
Mystery Theater for another adventure in the
macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.