The Dark Past Page #3

Good evening, Fred.

Well, here it is.

First I was delayed

at the university.

We were experimenting.

Good evening, ruth.

Hello, Fred.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Oh, no, no, of course not, Fred.

I haven't met your guests yet.

Oh, excuse me.

Mr. And Mrs. Stephens,

Mr. Talbot,

This is Fred Linder.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Glad to meet you.

Is there anything wrong, andy?

Everything's all right,

I assure you.

On my way,

I was stopped by the police.

They are looking

for an escaped convict.

Do they think

he's around this neighborhood?

Yes -

I was about to turn in.

I know you're tired, too.

We must get an early start

for that hunting tomorrow.

I'll see you

the first thing in the morning.

Andy, why don't you

turn this in for a new one?

The trigger is broken.

It's almost impossible to load.

That's far enough.

Put that gun down.

Trigger's broken, huh?

We'll try it and see.

Walker...

we'll do a little experiment.

Experiments are in your line,

aren't they, professor?

Walker!

Don't anyone move.

Mike...

get outside.

Somebody might have heard that shot.

And get rid of this guy's car!

Aaaaaahh!

during the day,

Al Walker has blazed

a bloody trail of murders

So brutal and fiendish that

the whole nation stands aghast.

In breaking out of prison,

This ruthless gunman

killed two guards

And took along as shield,

warden benson,

Carrying him over the state line

before murdering him.

The search for al Walker

continues

With undiminished activity...

hey, al?

You listening to the radio?

Never mind the radio.

Don't let that kid

get out again.

...in the hunt for al Walker.

You, uh, seem interested.

Would you like me

to teach you the moves?

Eh, that's kids' stuff.

It's a game

for intelligent people.

Besides, when you're tense,

There's nothing so relaxing

as a good game of chess...

or some music.

You're

a pretty cool customer...

but you got sore

when mike clipped you.

I didn't like it.

You got a lot of nerve,

professor -

Jumping me for that gun.

You're a peculiar man, Walker.

What do you mean peculiar?

You admire courage, you pretend

to be afraid of nothing,

Yet you're afraid

to face yourself.

I'm not afraid

to face anything!

Why did you want to kill

professor Linder?

He was gonna plug me, wasn't he?

But you'd already taken his gun.

He couldn't possibly

have harmed you any more.

I was gonna make sure

that he never could.

That's not true.

That's what you tell yourself.

I think you wanted to kill him

Because something inside you

was driving you to do it...

some compulsion.

Compulsion?

More of that screwball talk!

What are you, anyway?

First you're a teacher,

then a doctor, then a professor,

But always a screwball!

It's just the reverse, Walker

I cure screwballs.

You're a nut doctor!

So what?!

I'm the fella who keeps people

from going nuts.

I don't get you.

I'll show you.

Pull up a chair.

I'll stay as I am.

Who's that?

Could be anyone.

Let's say it's you.

Now, this

is where you do your thinking...

all the everyday stuff -

Eating, smoking, pulling jobs,

planning getaways.

We call this the conscious mind.

You know everything

that takes place up here.

But you don't know a thing

Of what takes place down here

in the lower part.

We call this the unconscious,

or the subconscious, mind.

It's like the bottom part

of an iceberg -

Submerged beneath the sea.

It's there, but you don't see it.

What's more, the conscious,

this upper part,

Absolutely refuses

to have anything to do

With the lower part.

So, to keep anything

from pushing through,

The conscious

builds a wall across here.

We call this the censor band.

Ah, that don't make sense.

Suppose a guy

had those two parts in his head.

Why doesn't the top part know

what the bottom part's doin'?

Because it's afraid

of what's in the bottom part.

Afraid?

The bottom part

is full of things

That the top half

wants to forget.

Things that you pushed into

the lower part

When you were a child

because they frightened you.

So what?

That's what makes my

job necessary.

Sometimes the censor band

doesn't do its work properly.

Thoughts and ideas creep into

the top part and make trouble.

You mean

that could drive a guy crazy?

Sometimes.

It can do other things, too.

It can even affect your body.

What kind of a line

are you handing me, professor?!

Like your fingers, for instance.

I told you to lay off my fingers!

They were hurt in a wreck!

No, they weren't, Walker.

That was no accident.

They're paralyzed.

Can you spare a match?

Huh?

Match.

Go on. Go away.

Rather bad manners, Laura,

don't you think?

Just a minute, wiseguy.

Don't mind him.

He thinks he's funny.

What's really funny is to watch you,

the ladies man

Shaking with fear

before a small-Time hoodlum.

What?

If you're going

to spend the night quarreling,

I'm going to stay with ruth.

Laura!

Take it easy, miss america.

Maybe this will quiet you down.

Any more shooting

might attract the police

At 1:
30 in the morning,

don't you think?

1:
30?

Hello, number, please.

Hello, ethel.

Oh, hello.

I... I want to speak to someone

in the sheriff's office.

Sheriff's office?

My goodness, is something wrong?

I don't know.

Would you connect me, please?

Yes, Mrs. Linder. Hold on.

This is Mrs. Linder

out on Wakely road.

I'm terribly worried

about my husband.

He should have been home by 9:00,

And here it's almost 2:00.

I'm afraid

maybe something happened -

Maybe an accident.

Can't do that.

Who ever thought

of this screwy game?

That's a queer trick

you've got, Walker -

Calling everything and everyone

you don't understand

Screwy, or screwball.

So what?

Did you see anything?

Nothing, but those clouds.

Looks like

a storm's comin' up.

Beat it upstairs.

Think anything happened

to larry?

Don't worry about him.

He'll get here,

storm or no storm.

Tell betty I want her.

Okay.

Is anything wrong, al?

A little punch drunk,

that's all.

You ought

to get some sleep, Al.

That's why I sent for you.

I want you to keep tabs

on the professor.

Okay.

Everything all right upstairs?

Sure.

That's no way to rest.

Go to sleep.

Stay where I can watch you,

professor.

Come on, Al.

You've got to get some sleep.

Do you have to keep staring?!

Forget about him, Al.

Just take it easy.

You go to sleep now.

It's all right, Al.

Man:

wpdx to cars 39, 68, and 78,

Be on the lookout for a

light-Tan mercury convertible,

A 1942 model,

license number ly347-22.

The driver, Frederick Linder,

Reported missing

in the vicinity.

The fella with the gun,

the professor.

He was on his way

to the collins place.

Do you think...

could be.

Maybe Walker.

Come on, let's go, Joe.

He's been tossing like this

ever since he fell asleep.

You'd be tossing, too,

if you had his dreams.

It's the same one all the time,

isn't it?

How did you know that?

He seemed terribly afraid

of falling asleep...

the way he held on to you.

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