02x25 - I Want to Report a Dream

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- Come home.

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- Neon, neon, neon, my shy little baby.

I bet I scared you off last night.

Or maybe you didn't believe
my husband was out of town.

Remember my address?

- Sure, West 61st.

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- Stavros, detectives?

- Uh, uh, uh, police?

- Yes, ma'am. This is the police.

- I want to report a dream.

- A dream, ma'am?

- Um, what I mean is, do
you have records of murders?

Oh, you must have.

- Yes, ma'am. I guess
we probably have more

records of murders than
anybody in the world.

- What about in Midtown tonight?

- Probably.

- This would be a
woman, middle-aged, not

m*rder*d for money,
probably a married woman.

- Will you give me a name, a
number, lady, and I'll check it out, okay?

- Uh, the name is, is Temple, Mrs.
Eudora Temple, Plaza 34598.

- Did you witness this alleged
m*rder or something, lady?

- I told you, I dreamt it.

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- Crazy.

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- Keep the lights low, huh?
It's sexier that way.

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- Don't think you're not special, honey.

Where I'm at, you're very special.

Your, your children are beautiful.

You don't like your husband?

- What's to like?

He's in New England
selling things, paying the bills.

You said you were from Albany.

You folks up there?

- Father's dead.

I used to live with my
grandparents up there.

- What about your mother?

- Suppose you come to the dentist's
office, and you're trying to identify a

skeleton by the bridge work, and then
he slips you the wrong dental records.

- Yeah, and why would he do that, Bernie?

- Ah, because the dentist is the m*rder*r.

Didn't you ever have a case before
where a dentist k*lled his patient?

- Well, I can't think
of any time in my career.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

You got it figured the
other way around, don't you?

You got it figured that the,
that the patient kills the dentist.

Can't stand the pain.

- Can't stand the bill.

- Very funny.

Lieutenant.

- Oh, Bernie, we got
to stop meeting like this.

It's too public.

- Yeah.

- What happened?

The mayor disappeared?

- He responded to a call about a
half hour ago on West 61st Street.

Maid found her boss's wife strangled.

The M.E. puts it about 4 A.M.

- So?

- So at 2.15 A.M.
I get a call from this lady.

Says she had a dream that a woman
married in Midtown with robbery,

no apparent motive, was or
was going to get m*rder*d.

That's exactly what I got.

- The dream, two hours before the k*lling?

All right.

You get down there.

I'll be right behind you.

- Come on, man.

I've been over the whole story twice.

Once for that patrolman there
and once for the two detectives.

I got to go over it again
for you now, then what?

The captain?

Maybe you got a general, too.

- I read the officer's report.

I really don't need all the details.

Would you mind if I
called you, uh, Dorothy?

- No.

But I prefer Ms. Cunningham.

- Uh, Ms. Cunningham, uh,
what do you do for the Marstons?

- I make beds.

I serve drinks.

I empty ashtrays.

- And what else do you do?

- I'm getting my M.A.
in anthropology at nights.

- Could you give me a thumbnail
sketch of life with the Marstons?

- They were an average middle-class family,
upwardly motivated, culturally shallow,

with conventional professional goals for
their children and towards help like me.

- And what do we got here?

We got Mr. Marston away on
business most of the time, Mrs. Marston,

dressed in her nightie, inside doused
with booze, outside doused with perfume.

Her husband's out of
the city most of the time,

and the children are
away at college learning

how to speak French
and make a lot of money.

Poor Vera.

She doesn't want to grow old.

It's really kind of sad, Lieutenant.

- I prefer to be called Theo.

- Look, um, I'll give your people
whatever help I can, but it's not much.

- Thank you, Ms. Cunningham.

- You're welcome, Theo.

- La Venn.

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- No, Mother, no.

Don't say that.

I did love you.

- Why not a letter?

Why nothing?

Do you know what it was to hear
nothing from your own daughter?

- Maybe if you had written, Lolly,
we could have talked you out of it.

- No.

I would have come home, but
I would have done it anyway.

I was sick.

- Where are you, Lolly?

Where are you?

Mother and I want to Bury you properly.

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- Yes?

- I'm sorry. I heard a scream.

- Please.
Lolly was in pain or something. Go on.

- No, not now.

I've lost touch.

Probably just as well not now.

The strain.

I'm sorry.

- Our daughter ran away.

She committed su1c1de.

We heard that.

We're just trying to find out for sure.

- Perhaps we can try again tomorrow, Mrs.
Waring.

- Will 10 o'clock be all right?

- Oh, fine.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Waring.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Waring.

Now, sir, perhaps you tell me who
you are and what you're doing here.

- Well, I'm the ghost of Christmas past.

Come on, lady.
I thought that was your ball game.

I thought your spirit's taught
you, unless I lay some cash on you.

- Of course.

Then you must be the police.

- Right.

Now it's your turn.

This is Vera Marston.

Was she a client, a
relative of a client, a friend?

- Vera Marston.

Never heard of her.

- Then why did you call
the police in the middle of

the night and ask about a
woman who might be m*rder*d?

- Because I had a dream.

I have lots of dreams, of course,
but this one was particularly real.

And when the spirits address me as
loudly as that, I am naturally curious.

This, um, Vera Marston, she's dead?
Is that what you're telling me?

- This woman who came to me
in my dream really was m*rder*d?

- Did you happen to dream
how she was m*rder*d?

- Strangled?

- Madam, you really dreamed all this?

- Of course.

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- Brown dog shaggy hair,
runs through grocery store

knocking down people,
airplanes bombing Grand Central.

- What is that?

- Mrs. Temple, you know,
she keeps a list of all her dreams.

There's hundreds like this.

You know, sooner or later,
one of them had to come true.

- Well, this one was damned impressive.

She hit the approximate time,
had the right day, knew the

victim was married, middle-aged,
and strangled, no less.

- Captain, excuse me, Lieutenant,
check in on the matchbook cover in

the Marston victim's purse at the
Jubilee Cocktail Lounge last night.

Well, she was hanging out with a
couple of regulars there until closing.

The bartender only knows one
of the names, Mrs. Helen Fielding.

- Mrs. Fielding.

Sounds like a real singles
bar, if you're married.

- Right with you, Bobby.

- Captain.

- Lieutenant, I just called
the Field Philosophical

Society or something like
that about Mrs. Temple.

They got quite a list of
spiritualists down there,

and she's very highly
regarded professionally.

- I heard her personal life.

- Well, her husband
just walked out on her.

No children, never goes out,
and her work is her whole life.

- Okay.

- Well, you don't believe
in that spiritual stuff, do you?

- Well, once I was playing pokey,
you know, and I'm drawn to a flush.

I thought I got a twinge
from someplace out

there, but that quickly
disappeared like that.

- You know, I had a dream
about a horse once in Belmont.

Promised me he was
going to come in first, and

then he invited me to
go to Hialeah with him.

- The horse invited you
to go to Hialeah with him?

- Yeah.

But he came in fifth at Belmont,
so I didn't go down there with him.

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- Leon, I wasn't expecting you today.

- I got to have a session, Mrs. Temple.

Please, I've been through something.

I got to talk over with my father.

- Well, I'm rather tired today.

I didn't sleep well last night.

- Please, Mrs. Temple.

- Of course.

- You never told me, Leon,
is your mother dead too?

- I don't know.

She took off soon after
my father passed away.

She was always taking off on us.

One month, two months.

With some guy or other.

You talk to my father.

Ask him about my mother.

- I don't talk to him.

He talks through me, Leon, to you.

Like you said it was with
your grandmother when the

two of you were working
the Ouija board years ago.

He communicated with you through the board.

- It was as if he had never d*ed.

I'm glad that you can keep
that up for me, Mrs. Temple.

- I'm glad I found you.

- My life is helping people, Leon.

Now, ready?

- Ready.

- Walter.

Your son, Leon, is here again.

Wishing your company, seeking your
guidance, hoping to speak with you.

I offer myself as your voice,
as your means of expression.

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- Leon.

You frightened me today.

It's like you've got a storm inside you.

- Father, listen.

The last time I told
you, don't worry about

mother, about her
always running off on you.

- Why do we talk about her?

I don't want to.

- You promised the last time if some
married woman tried coming on to me

again, being bad like mother was to
you and me, she'd learn her lesson.

You remember?

- You promised.

You choked the evil out of her.

- Well, I didn't!

- This is a terrible city, father.

It could happen a lot.

I'm so scared.

So scared.

- No.

You're a loving son, Leon.

- It's all right, then.

- A loving son.

I'm very lucky, Leon.

Very lucky.

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- Leon?

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- What could have caused that?

- I didn't go with any of
those men, lieutenant Kojak.

I had a drink with them and this Vera
woman, but I came home finally, alone.

I am lonely sometimes,
but I try not to be a fool.

- This Ralph and Gordon, you
know what hotel they're staying at?

- No, no, I'm afraid I didn't
listen to much that they were saying.

I was thinking, my husband and I,
well, we had a huge fight last week.

He works all the time,
I never see him, and so

what difference does it
make that he moves out?

A lot, I guess.

Anyway, it's hard to
think straight in the same

place that you fight, so I
go to this bar sometimes.

Quite a few sometimes, lately.

- Yeah. Now this, uh, this
Mrs. Marston, did you see

her leave with somebody, a
car, a cab, on foot, whatever?

- No, I'm sorry, I really didn't.

- You know something? You smoke too much.

I'll tell you what, if I have
occasion to call you again,

I'll be, uh, Mr. Kojak from the
gas company or whatever, okay?

- I don't understand.

- Oh, well, in case you get
together with the hospital again.

I don't want to blow it for you, baby.

- Thank you for telling me, Kojak.

- Yeah, put it out.

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- Lieutenant!

- Spiew.

- You all right?

How do you feel?

How's your plan?

- What?

- Lieutenant, this Mrs.
Temple, Mrs. Eudora Temple.

- How could I ever forget Mrs.
Temple? What can I do for you?

- Well, I have never been so
tuned in to the spirits, Lieutenant.

I just lay down to nap for a moment and...

- And, uh, what happened?

- And I saw more women dying.

Just like that Vera Marston.

The spirits, my word.

Isn't it extraordinary how
they're seeking me out?

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- Let me have Gramercy 54923, please.

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- Have you got a match, Harry?

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- She seems to think that
she heard a car pull away.

She came out of the door.

- Get sh*ts of these tire tracks?

- Yeah, he got a couple of sh*ts, but
it looks like a utility tread. Brand new.

- Yeah, that's her. Judy, Judy, Judy.

That's what I used to k*ll her with.
You know, like Cary Grant?

- Yeah.

- Tell me, how'd you
know she was in my bar?

- Swivel sticks in her purse.
She had about 50 of them.

- Maybe she's looking to
find her capacity for drinking.

Maybe she wanted her husband
to find them. Who knows?

Did she leave alone?

- No. She picked up a
guy, you know, pretty young.

They split after five minutes.
I never seen him before,

but I might be able to give
you a so-so description.

- Did he have a drink?

- Yeah, he had a beer. But
like I told the detective there, I

washed my glasses out right
away. I'm sorry. No fingerprints.

- All right, thanks.
Stavros, go find this Mrs.

Temple. Bring her down
to the station right away.

- Okay, let's go.

- Crocker, remember that
psychiatrist, that one from Bellevue,

they brought in on the Harrington
case? What's her name?

- Dr. Kirk, Barbara Kirk.

- Yeah, see if you can run her down.
Bring her down to the station right now.

- Two dreams, two murders.
Too much already.

- I have patients who think
they talk to the dead all the

time. But I've only heard about
psychics who claim to do it.

I assume it's like a*t*matic
writing or working with a

Ouija board. You do it with
the unconscious, that's all.

- While you're working out your
subconscious thoughts and fantasies.

- Well, is it possible, doctor, that
while Mrs. Temple is in her trance,

one of her clients tells her that he's
been murdering middle-aged women.

Now, when she comes
out of her trance, is it

possible that she wouldn't
remember anything?

- Certainly seems possible.

- What about the dreams?

- Well, dreaming is another unconscious
state, like the trance itself. Possibly, while

she's remembering her dreams, she's really
remembering something she heard during the trance.

[knocking at door]

- Yeah?

- Excuse me, Captain.
Lieutenant, the woman,

the spiritualist, she's
in a squad room.

- I think you ought to be
in on this, doctor. But I don't

think you ought to let on
that you're a shrink, okay?

- Anything you say, Lieutenant.

- All right, Harry, would you move?
Thank you.

I'm sorry to get you here this late, Mrs.
Temple, but it is important.

Mrs. Temple, this is Barbara Kirk.
Barbara Kirk, Mrs. Temple.

Barbara is a psychic
consultant. You know, she

writes books on
spiritualism and like that.

- This building, it's very overpowering
being here, Lieutenant. A lot of

very painful things have happened
to a lot of poor souls in this building.

- Well, I can't deny that.

Mrs. Temple,

we've been
wondering how you might be able to

help us find the m*rder*r with
these dreams you've been having.

- Well, I haven't
seen any faces clearly. I

don't know how I could
dream them any differently.

- Would you consider
letting yourself be hypnotized?

- Hypnotized?

- Suppose, Mrs. Temple,
you had a client who confessed

to you that he was the
m*rder*r in one of your trances.

This goes into your
subconscious, and the doctor,

through hypnosis, might
help you to remember who it is.

- I am in touch with the spirits of the
dead. That has nothing to do with hypnosis.

You sound stupid for a
psychic, young lady, and probably

very profound as a what,
psychiatrist or something.

I'm very uncomfortable here.

- Mrs. Temple, you co-operate with
your dream, so they're troubling you.

- I'm sorry. I, uh, I simply refuse
to be with people who don't believe.

- Just one more thing, Mrs. Temple.

There's a possible
suspect from a description

given by a bartender.
Do you recognize it at all?

- Stavros? - Yes, sir?

- Would you take Mrs. Temple home?
And, uh, look around. Keep your eyes open.

And stake out the neighbor in case he
should show up. Thank you, Mrs. Temple.

- This way, Mrs. Temple.

- What do you think?
She's holding back anything?

- Yeah.
I think she wanted to slug us both.

- Thanks, Barbara. - Okay.

- Uh, Lieutenant, that tire tread
at the scene last night? - Yeah.

- It matches a heavy-duty
Japanese import.

It's been sold to a number of car rental
agencies and a few cab fleets.

- Oh, you start showing the picture of
the rental agents and the cab dispatchers.

It's gonna take a day or two, so get on it
right away and get Saperstein to help you.

- Right.

- Freak.
Whoever you are, take a night off, okay?

- Arthur, listen, I'd like to try again.

Well, sure, I'm lonely. But I don't
intend to stay that way forever.

After all, I'm only human.

But I'd rather be with you.

Well, so I'll see you after the meeting.

We'll talk it over.

Please.

Thank you. Thank you.

I, uh, I put your cigarette out.
I hope you don't mind.

Here.

- Thanks.

- Wow. That's a beautiful pair of rings.

What? Your old man's gonna walk
through the door and punch me out, right?

That would be interesting,
but I don't think so.

You, uh, wanna go to a party tonight?

I think I'm gonna be busy later.
At least I hope I am.

But if it doesn't work out, maybe I better
go to a party. A couple of laughs, huh?

It's only a small party.
It may be too intimate for you.

One couple.

If I'm back in a couple
of hours...

Why not, huh?

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Central?

Lieutenant, line two.

Lieutenant Kojak. Yes, Central.

All right.

Tell Detective Stavros to stay there.
I'm on my way.

Crocker!

Don't be afraid, my son.
They too are guilty.

Right now there's this
other one waiting for me.

The same place where I
picked up the first one, Father.

She has a husband. I know that for sure.

No one should turn their
back on their loved ones, Leon.

No. They shouldn't.

Leon! What is it, Father?

I feel hostile forces close at hand.
Outside.

Run!

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Lieutenant, I'm sorry
we lost him. I don't

know, he got away. I'll
check his hack license.

Yeah, and in the meantime, what?
Maybe the old lady can help us.

Miss Temple, that man who
was here, what did he want?

He is a client.
He has a right to his privacy, and so do I.

He doesn't have a right
to k*ll people, which is what

I'm afraid he's been doing.
Now, please, help me.

Lieutenant, in the presence of such hostile
vibrations, there's nothing I can do.

What did he talk about?

I have no idea. No idea at all.

Please, leave me alone.

Hey, beer, draft.

Hey, uh, Mrs. Feilding called for you.

She said that things didn't
turn out as good as she expected,

and she's coming,
but she's gonna be a little late.

She went home to change
clothes for a party or something?

Yeah.

You're a good woman, Helen.
You haven't lost a husband.

You've gained a second life.

Why not?

I hope it's easy.

Okay, here's everything you asked for.

One FM transmitter,

one
brown suit with black necktie,

and one tired and very
confused captain of police.

Now, you've got an alarm out on
this island character. What's up?

Mrs. Temple always knows, Frank, in advance.

But she won't talk about it. She can't.

Now, if Helen's out there
about to do in another

housewife, I want
you to find out about it.

You're the only one of us she hasn't seen.

Here, put this transmitter
back in your pocket.

All right.

Now, what does that do for us?

Well, you're Mr. Marston, right?
Husband of the first victim.

Now, just go over there, press the bell or
whatever, the door's open, walk right in.

Tell her you're gonna k*ll yourself
unless you can talk to your wife.

You're kidding.

Frank, you get in touch with
Vera Marston, that means you're

really in touch with Mrs.
Temple's subconscious, whatever.

Anyway, later on,
find out about the k*ller.

Pretend you're in-- pretend
you're in Little Theater or something.

And remember, you're on the
radio, and I'll give you a review later.

All right.

My place taken?

I've been saving it.

Is there time for a drink
before this party begins?

Sure is.

Mr. Marston, are you there?

For two days I haven't
slept since my wife d*ed.

I've got to talk to her.

Everything is a crisis today.

I can give you ten minutes, no more.

No, you'll have to insist on $20.

Oh, of course.

Of course.

And, um, what is your wife's name?

Vera Marston.

She was m*rder*d two days ago.

Strangled.

Mrs. Marston.

How extraordinary.

I believe I shall have no difficulty
whatsoever in contacting her, Mr. Marston.

Mrs. Vera Marston, I have
here your beloved husband,

seeking to communicate
across the great Gulf of mystery

and speak once again with you.

Yes, I am here, but
why am I not left alone?

Vera, is that you?

Please, leave me alone.

Please.

I want to help, Vera.

I want to understand what happened.

We all loved you.

Who are you?

Vera, listen.

Anybody who would hurt you
doesn't know what he's doing.

He's crazy.

But he's got to be stopped
before he hurts somebody else.

No.

I deserved it.

I was unfaithful to my husband.

Who are you?

Well, then, I owe a
debt to the person who

unmasked this dreadful
treachery on your part.

Yes.

You owe him a debt, but you are not alone.

I'd like to thank him.

You know where I can thank him?

I think so.

Where?

I can see him, you know, from where I am.

In the bar where he picked me up.

Oh, yes. He has another.

Like me.

The Jubilee.

Let me get a taxi.

No, um, it's just a couple of blocks, Leon.

Why don't we walk?

Whatever.

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Um... Uh, would you, uh, like
a drink or something, Leon?

Oh, yeah. This is, uh,
supposed to be a party, isn't it?

Sure. I'll get some ice.

Sure, he just left.

With someone?

Yeah, Mrs. Fielding.

I'll try her apartment. You check out his
home address there and then get down there.

You know, she's a real nice lady.

Yeah.

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Would you believe that
one of the few things

my husband took with
him was an ice bucket?

He says I don't make them like I used to.

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Leon.

What's this? Your hard-to-get number?

No. It's my hard-to-decide number, I guess.

Mrs. Fielding.

It's the gas man.

You left your door open.

Okay.

Now you look at her.

But somebody has to take care of them.

What do you see?

Aren't they revolting?

My brother, Lou Ellen, wrote the
definitive book on Welch mythology.

Ah, that must be a friend who
called up, said he's picking you up.

Mrs. Temple?

Lieutenant, I thought I told you-.

We're together.

It's Leon, isn't it? I know it is.

He comes here so
troubled, urgent, so alone.

But he will be all right.

Yes?

You know, Mrs.
Temple, that sketch I showed you?

Well, if you identified
it, you know you

could have saved us
a lot of trouble tonight.

This is him, isn't it?

Uh, no.

No, not really.

Leon looked a great deal more like my husband
when we first met, when we were young.

Hmm. I understand.

Well, I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Good night, Mrs. Marston.

Good night, Mr. Marston.

Good night.

Mrs. Temple.

Pleasanter dreams, okay?

The same to you, Lieutenant.

I know how hard it must be for you.

A lot of the time.

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