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Brain Wave

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Brain Wave

Jul 07 1937




CAST OF CHARACTERS:


DR. AGATHA LYND...the woman; in her fifties; she is a woman whose entire life has been dedicated to science; her voice is stern and unyielding.


DR. ABRAMS...he has a slight Hebraic accent; he is a man in his sixties; he is a gentle conciliating type; doesn't like trouble.


HORACE B. WOODARD...the philanthropist; his voice is suave, yet there is a definite feeling of the man's hard, rapaciousness; he is a man well on in his years.


[NEWSBOY]


[A DOG]







VOICE: Lights Out, everybody!


TWELVE CHIMES - WIND UP ON NINTH - ALL OUT WITH GONG


NEWSBOY: (FADEIN) Paper! Read about it! Millionaire philanthropist dies in mystery fire! Paper, mister? Millionaire philanthropist dies in mystery fire! (FADE) Read all about it! Great mystery fire! Millionaire dies in mystery fire....


GONG:


DOG WHINING, CONTINUING BEHIND


AGATHA: (NOT EXACTLY SOOTHINGLY, BUT RATHER BRUSQUELY WITHOUT HARSHNESS) All right, all right, I'm going to feed you! Here!


SLOBBERING SOUNDS AS HUNGRY DOG EATS FOOD


AGATHA: Here - here's all you get for tonight. (WITHOUT HUMOR) Dog, your table manners are most atrocious!


KNOCKING ON DOOR, BACK


AGATHA: (PUZZLED - SOTTO) Visitors? This time of night?


KNOCKING AGAIN, BACK


AGATHA: All right, all right!


BOLT BEING THROWN, DOOR OPENING


DR. ABRAMS: (BACK SLIGHTLY) (NOT A FAKE HEBREW ACCENT BUT THE REAL MCCOY, - PLAY IT STRAIGHT, NOT COMIC) You will excuse us, Dr. Lynd?


AGATHA: Oh, it's you, Dr. Abrams!


DR. ABRAMS: And a very important visitor! Come in, Mr. Woodard! Come in!


WOODARD: (FADING IN) Yes, of course!


SOUND OF DOOR CLOSING


AGATHA: (IN DOUBT) Woodard?


DR. ABRAMS: (CHUCKLES) Surprised, eh, doctor? Yes, it is not often we are given the honor. May I present Horace B. Woodard! Mr. Woodard, this is Dr. Agatha Lynd.


WOODARD: (SHORTLY) Dr. Lynd.


ABRAMS: (EXCITINGLY) Dr. Lynd - you - you just stand there looking! Don't you realize - this is Mr. Woodard - the chairman of the board - the man who is responsible for our laboratories!


WOODARD: (POMPOUSLY) Oh, that's all right, Dr. Abrams! I realize my presence is quite - if I might say so - unexpected.


ABRAMS: (QUICKLY) Yes, yes, look - she's almost tongue-tied!


DR. LYND: (FLATLY) So you're the great Horace B. Woodard....


WOODARD: (CHUCKLING) - IN A SELF-MINIMIZING MANNER) Well!...


AGATHA: (SHARPLY) What do you want here!


WOODARD: (SHOCKED - ANGRILY STAMMERING) Well, I - I - I --


AGATHA: Answer me! What do you want?


DR. ABRAMS: (STAMMERING AND AMAZING) D- D- Dr. Lynd, have you gone crazy? Don't you understand? This is Mr. Woodard!


AGATHA: Yes, yes, I understand mighty well who he is! What does he want? What do you want? I have work to do!


DR. ABRAMS: (NERVOUSLY) Now Dr. Lynd, that is no way to talk - you must understand - the head of the Board of Trustees --


WOODARD: (INTERRUPTING) Just a moment there, Dr. Abrams, just a moment! Let me speak to her!


AGATHA: I'm listening. What do you want of me?


WOODARD: (POMPOUSLY) Very well, Dr. Lynd, you ask a direct question - I give you a direct answer. (CLEARS THROAT POMPOUSLY AS IF BEGINNING A SPEECH) In my many years of experience as a philanthropist, there are certain cardinal principles in the dissemination of funds which have become almost axiomatic in their application. That is to say --


AGATHA: (FLATLY) That is to say you're making a speech and I have no time for speeches! I have work to do!


DR. ABRAMS: (AGHAST) No, no, Dr. Lynd! You must not talk so! You forget - Mr. Woodard is head of the trustees!


AGATHA: I forget nothing.


WOODARD: Your - your rudeness is unbelievable!


AGATHA: (WEARILY) Rudeness is a social grace and I assure you that I have no time for anything of that sort. Please try to understand - I am not a young woman anymore - there are no tables, or scales, or graphs to inform me how long I have to live - and I have a great, great deal of work that must be finished! Therefore I ask you to be brief - tell me what you want, and then let me go back to my work. Is that asking too much?


WOODARD: (SCORNFULLY) Your work! Yes! The very reason I'm here!


AGATHA: Just what do you mean?


DR. ABRAMS: (FLUTTERINGLY - TRYING TO SMOOTH THINGS OUT) You see, my dear Dr. Lynd, Mr. Woodard and the other trustees have taken a very kind interest in you - they have a feeling that if you would publicize your work a little more - let the world know --


WOODARD: (INTERRUPTING GRUFFLY) Never mind the attempts at soft-soap, Dr. Abrams! The woman wants me to get to the point and by gad I will!


AGATHA: And I'll be duly grateful.


WOODARD: Dr. Lynd, for three years I, that is, the fund which I have instituted, has been financing you. This laboratory, equipment - in fact, everything you have wanted has been yours. 


AGATHA: True.


WOODARD: In that time, I am given to understand, you have consistently refused to give the board of trustees information as to the progress of your work.


AGATHA: Is it more important that I fill out reports or that I do my work?


WOODARD: Work! Work! That's what I want to know - what is this work?


AGATHA: Surely my scientific reputation --


WOODARD: That's just it! Your scientific reputation has let you get away with murder! Well, not with Horace B. Woodard, you won't! I want to know exactly what you're doing! You hear me - exactly!


AGATHA: (FLATLY) Sit down.


WOODARD: Eh?


AGATHA: I will show you my work - (SCORNFULLY) Exactly!


ABRAMS: (FLUTTERING) You understand, my dear Dr. Lynd, it is just that Mr. Woodard wants to know the - uh - the details - 


AGATHA: Yes, I understand - it is just that Mr. Woodard wants to know what he's going to get for his money!


WOODARD: I assure you my dear doctor, this is purely a philanthropic --


AGATHA: Purely a philanthropic business proposition! You invest money in a research laboratory and you want results! All right - let me show you my results - the results of thirty years of work.


WOODARD: Now you're being sensible!


AGATHA: (ELABORATELY) You are both comfortable, gentlemen.


DR. ABRAMS: Oh, sure, sure!


WOODARD: Yes, indeed! (HE IS IN GOOD HUMOR NOW THAT HE IS ABOUT TO HAVE HIS WAY) I am sure I will find this demonstration most interesting.


AGATHA: I am sure you will...You see this cage in which the dog is standing.


WOODARD: Yes, of course!


ABRAMS: Sure, sure!


AGATHA: I attach this electrode to the dog's frontal area - this one to the temple area - this one to the occipital area --


WOODARD: Wait a minute - wait a minute! What are you doing - putting a football helmet on the dog? Is that what I've been paying money for? Is that what --


AGATHA: (INTERRUPTING CALMLY) You will keep quiet, Mr. Woodard and listen!


WOODARD: Impertinent --


AGATHA: You want to see the results I have achieved - I am about to show them to you! This helmet, as you call it, is merely the means I use to attach the instruments to the dog's head. I now attach one indifferent electrode and in a moment you will hear.


DOG HOWLS SOFTLY AND WHINES


WOODARD: (HARSH) Humph! I hear the dog!


AGATHA: The dog is not being harmed.


WOODARD: Who cares if he is? What are you going to do - show us how the dog listens in to the radio?


AGATHA: The instrument to which the wires are attached is not a radio set. (FADE) You will excuse me while I adjust the current.


WOODARD: (STUTTERING) Abrams, what in the world is that woman up to?


DR. ABRAMS: But I assure you, Mr. Woodard, I don't know!


WOODARD: Well, you should know! What are you in charge of this place for if you don't know what's going on?


ABRAMS: But like I told you - Dr. Lynd - she has been very, very secretive.


WOODARD: Well, her secret's out now! She's nothing but a bluff!


AGATHA: (FADEIN) All right, gentlemen, I'm ready. Come closer - listen!


WOODARD: By George, I've got more important things to do than to listen to the radio!


AGATHA: Quiet, I tell you! 


WOODARD: But - but - but --


AGATHA: You want results - I'm trying to show them to you! Listen!


FADEIN HISSING SOUND AS OF A RADIO SET WARMING UP, THEN BRING IN SOUND OF "BRAIN WAVE". THE ONLY WAY I CAN DESCRIBE THIS SOUND IS TO COMPARE IT TO THE SOUND OF A C. W. TRANSMITTER. THE EFFECT IS SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT THE RADIATIONS OF THE BRAIN MADE AUDIBLE - THE SOUND RISES AND FALLS GIVING THE IMPRESSION OF MENTAL ACTIVITY - THE SOUND IS NOT RHYTHMIC AS THAT OF A HEART-BEAT BUT HAS HIGHS AND LOWS IN IT TO GIVE THE IMPRESSION OF THE BRAIN WAVE. THE ENTIRE EFFECT IS UP FOR A FEW SECONDS THEN CONTINUING BEHIND:


WOODARD: Well, what in the name of creation is that?


AGATHA: (PROUDLY) My work!


WOODARD: Your work? Abrams, is this woman crazy? That conglomeration of sounds - is that what I've been paying my good money for?


DR. ABRAMS: Dr. Lynd, we don't understand! What is this? What is this sound?


AGATHA: (CALMLY) Mental activity...


ABRAMS: What? What are you talking about?


AGATHA: Mental activity - brain waves!


ABRAMS: Brain waves? You - you mean from the dog?


AGATHA: Yes.


ABRAMS: Lieber gott, you mean to say what we are hearing through the loudspeaker is the mental activity of the dog's mind?


AGATHA: Exactly.


WOODARD: (IMPATIENTLY) Well! Well! What of it - what of it?


ABRAMS: But the activity of the mind!


WOODARD: Activity of my foot! Something wrong with the radio set! Oh, I'm wise to you, Dr. Lynd!


AGATHA: What do you mean?


WOODARD: Been living the life of Reilly for five years - nothing to show for it - so you think up a fast one! (SCORNFULLY) Activity of the mind!


AGATHA: (STIFFLY) I assure you I am speaking the truth.


WOODARD: And what if you are? Who cares if you can make us hear the dog's mind? What good is it? Answer me - what good - what practical good?!


AGATHA: Practical....


WOODARD: Yes, practical! I'm a practical man and I want practical results!


AGATHA: They told me I'd have freedom to work...


WOODARD: Yes, in work that means something - leads to something - like that Jap who worked here - what was his name?


ABRAMS: Yokiti...


WOODARD: Yes, Yokiti - found a way to kill bugs with an oil-spray - that's what I call research! But this - this brain wave junk - off, turn it off, I say! Turn it off before I smash it to pieces! Turn it off!


CLICK OF SWITCH - BRAINWAVE OUT


AGATHA: (IN DISGUST) You unbelievable fool!


WOODARD: (ANGRILY) Fool! Fool! You hear, Abrams? She calls me the fool!


ABRAMS: But - but she doesn't - I assure you --


WOODARD: (GOING ON) BUILDING UP AN ANGER) Using my building - my equipment - my money - and she calls me fool! Fool because I want something practical, fool because I want results, fool because I want something that means something! Well, you're through, Dr. Lynd - you hear me? - through!


AGATHA: (SHARPLY) Through?


WOODARD: Through - done - finished! I'm throwing you out of this place just as I'm throwing out anyone who hasn't got any good sense to come in out of the rain! Done - finished - through!


AGATHA: (SLOWLY) You - you don't mean it!


WOODARD: (LAUGHS HARSHLY) You hear her, Abrams - I don't mean it! Well, I'll show you whether I mean it or not! If you're not outside of this place inside of an hour I'll have you thrown out!


AGATHA: (DAZEDLY) But - but what have I done?


WOODARD: It's what you haven't done that's throwing you out! Sneering at me - laughing at me - making fun of me because I made money - oh, I've heard of your activities! People tell me things! And all the time using my money - wasting my money on this truck! Brain waves! Well, generate your brain waves out on the street - I'll have none of them here!


AGATHA: (TENSELY) No! No! You can't mean that! My work!


WOODARD: Get out! Get out!


AGATHA: My work -


ABRAMS: (TIMIDLY) Please, Mr. Woodard - reconsider - after all Dr. Lynd is only trying --


WOODARD: (HARSHLY) And you shut up, Abrams! Shut up or I'll have you thrown out too! I'm sick of you theoretical scientists who take my money and don't show me results! People are laughing at me - you hear me? - laughing at me because nothing ever productive comes out of my laboratories! Well, I'll show them! I'll throw out everything that isn't productive! And you're the first one, you blasted old maid! Out with you! Inside of an hour!


AGATHA: But - but my work - my equipment -


WOODARD: Equipment? The equipment belongs to me! Every bit of it! Get your hat, your coat, and get out!


AGATHA: You won't give me my equipment?


WOODARD: Your equipment? My equipment! And I'll do with it what I want to do! Smash it - break it -


AGATHA: (UP CLOSE) Stand back!


ABRAMS: (EXCITEDLY UP) Look out, Mr. Woodard!


WOODARD: (ANGRILY) Look out? Do you think I'm afraid of one old shriveled up hag who --


ABRAMS: No, no, don't go closer! In her hand she's got a bottle of acid!


WOODARD: (AGHAST) Acid?


AGATHA: (TENSELY) And you'll get it in your eyes if you take one step closer to my equipment!


WOODARD: You wouldn't dare!


AGATHA: Won't I?


WOODARD: No, no! Don't wave that stuff at me!


ABRAMS: Dr. Lynd, have you gone crazy? What are you --


AGATHA: (SHARPLY) Keep quiet, Abrams! Woodard, sit down in that chair!


WOODARD: But - 


AGATHA: Sit down!


WOODARD: You must be mad!


ABRAMS: She has been working too hard! You must excuse her, Mr. Woodard, she --


AGATHA: (SHARPLY) Abrams!


ABRAMS: Y - yes?


AGATHA: Tie him in the chair!


ABRAMS: (DAZEDLY) Tie him --


WOODARD: How dare you?! I'll have you know --


AGATHA: Sit where you are! If I smash this test tube on your head you'll never talk again!


ABRAMS: Yes, yes, Mr. Woodard! Do as she says - I beg you!


AGATHA: And you do as I say, Abrams! Tie him up! Use that roll of adhesive!


ABRAMS: (FRIGHTENEDLY) Well, I - I ---


AGATHA: (SHARPLY) Do it!


ABRAMS: (ALMOST TEARFULLY) You'll excuse me, Mr. Woodard -


WOODARD: I'm not blaming you! You mad woman, you! I'll have you locked up in an asylum for this!


AGATHA: That does not matter! All that matters is - (IN CLOSE) what I'm going to do....


ABRAMS: (OFF SLIGHTLY) He's all...tied up!


AGATHA: His legs too! Tightly! To the feet of the chair!


WOODARD: If you think you'll gain anything by doing this, you hag, you're crazy! You can't bluff me into changing my mind! You're done here - through!


AGATHA: You can't move now, can you, Mr. Woodard?


WOODARD: I tell you again - you can't bluff me! Plenty have tried it!


AGATHA: Get out of the way, Abrams. I have a great deal of work to do.


WOODARD: (UP, SURPRISED) W-what do you think you're going to do to me?


AGATHA: You want results....


WOODARD: (A LITTLE MORE WORRIED) What are you going to do?


ABRAMS: Doctor Lynd - I beg you - think what you're doing!


WOODARD: Abrams! Get the police! Call someone!


AGATHA: (TENSELY) Doctor Abrams will do nothing but sit quietly and watch, (SLOWLY) will you, Doctor Abrams?


WOODARD: Abrams! Do as I say!


ABRAMS: But - but the acid!


AGATHA: You see, Mister Woodard, you are not as influential as you thought - a few ounces of corrosive acid weighs more than you do in Doctor Abrams' mind!


WOODARD: You've got to tell me! What are you up to?


AGATHA: You say I'm not to have my equipment - then there's one last experiment I want to make.


WOODARD: Make it! Make it! Why tie me up?


AGATHA: I need you, Mr. Woodard...


WOODARD: Eh?


AGATHA: The ultimate in any experiment is its application to the human being.


ABRAMS: (SHOCKED) Dr. Lynd!


WOODARD: What's this? What's this? What's she up to, Abrams?


AGATHA: The ultimate experiment, Mr. Woodard - I bring to you a usefulness you've never had.


WOODARD: What are you talking about? I've done enough! My philanthropy is known around the world!


AGATHA: (SHORTLY) The way you've made your wealth is known around the world!


WOODARD:  The end justifies the means - schools - churches, scientific institutions like this - my money's built them! My money's built them!


AGATHA: (BITTERLY) Institutions like this!...


WOODARD: Yes, that's what I said! If not for my money, this place would never have existed!


AGATHA: No loss - you've strangled this institution which [with?] your narrow-mindedness, your demand for "results" until it's just as well it never stood!


WOODARD: You empty-headed hag! My name will go down in history for what I've done! I've given colleges and hospitals and scientific institutions to the world!


AGATHA: (BITTERLY) You give nothing!


WOODARD: The woman's mad!


ABRAMS: Yes, yes!


AGATHA: You give nothing! You merely have tried to return to the public a part of what you've been unscrupulous to seize! But you destroyed the usefulness of what you've returned by the narrowness of that little mind of yours! Results - results - always results! Not the results of the future that might have helped mankind, oh, no! The results of the here and now so that the world would applaud you and say again "the great Woodard"! See what his money has done!" Well now, Mr. Woodard, you are going to do something - not with the money of yours, but with (IN CLOSE) your body!


WOODARD: (HOARSELY) Abrams! Get me out of here!


AGATHA: Dr. Abrams will not move - except to hand me that head set there!


WOODARD: Great Scott, you're not going to put that brain-wave stuff on my head!


AGATHA: My very thought, Mr. Woodard!


WOODARD: No! No! I won't permit it! Absolutely not!


AGATHA: You have no choice, Mr. Woodard.


WOODARD: No! Take those filthy wires away! My head - my brain - yes, it might damage my brain!


AGATHA: Perhaps. That is what I wish to find out!


ABRAMS: Dr. Lynd! Think what you're doing! You'll be arrested - jailed --


AGATHA: (SHARPLY) Stay where you are, Abrams!


WOODARD: (HOARSELY) Don't do it, you! Don't do it! I'll let you stay - yes, you hear me? - I'll let you stay! Just don't put that truck on my head! Just let me out of here! I promise you I'll let you stay!


AGATHA: A man doesn't make twenty millions by keeping his promises, Mr. Woodard...


WOODARD: But I will keep my promise to you! You can stay here - as long as you want! I'll give you better equipment! Anything at all! Just let me go!


AGATHA: I am interested only in my final experiment, Mr. Woodard...


WOODARD: (BUILDING UP) No, no, don't come near me with that truck! I won't let you put those wires on my head! (STRAINING) If I could get my arms loose! No, no! Don't put that truck on my head! No! (MUFFLED THRU HAND) Help! Police! Help me!


ABRAMS: Dr. Lynd, in heaven's name --


AGATHA: Stand back, Abrams!


WOODARD: (FROM THIS POINT ON HIS CRIES ARE UNINTELLIGIBLE - MUFFLED - ONLY THE MUFFLED GURGLE CAN BE HEARD)


AGATHA: My equipment is most effective in stopping even your big mouth, eh, philanthropist! Well, now I'll make you do this far greater thing than you ever conceived of doing!


ABRAMS: Dr. Lynd! Are you crazy? What are you talking about?


AGATHA: Listen!


CLICK OF SWITCH - FADEIN BRAIN-WAVE EFFECT AS DESCRIBED BEFORE - THIS TIME THE BRAIN-WAVE IS OF A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT CHARACTER THAN THAT OF THE DOG - THAT IS, IT MAY BE OF A SLOWER FREQUENCY AND HIGHER OR LOWER PITCH - THE EFFECT CONTINUES BEHIND:


AGATHA: You hear! You hear, Dr. Abrams? The brain activity of the head of our great philanthropist there!


ABRAMS: All right, now you've heard it! So take the things off him and let him go!


AGATHA: (IN CLOSE) Oh, no! (AVIDLY) Not yet! Not yet!


CLICK OF SWITCH - BRAIN-WAVE EFFECT STOP


ABRAMS: Then let me untie him! I'll plead with him - tell him you were overworked - didn't know what you were doing! Then maybe he won't --


AGATHA: (INTERRUPTING HARSHLY) You little fool!


ABRAMS: Eh?


AGATHA: You think I care what he does to me after I'm finished with him?


ABRAMS: You're not finished yet? What are you up to?


AGATHA: Look at this tape - this inked line is his mental activity - the activity you heard thru the loudspeaker!


ABRAMS: Well?


AGATHA: The wave was recorded here on this electro-encephalograph.


ABRAMS: So?


AGATHA: Every animal I've experimented with has had its own particular type of mental wave, as distinctive as a fingerprint!


ABRAMS: What are you getting at? Why do you keep Mr. Woodard tied up like that? Let him go!


AGATHA: First I must duplicate his mental activity....


ABRAMS: You what?


AGATHA: I set the dials on this transmitter to duplicate the brain waves recorded on this tape.


ABRAMS: You - you mean that machine can make brain waves exactly like the ones you received from his mind?


AGATHA: Yes.


ABRAMS: So - so what does that mean? What do you do with them?


AGATHA: (IN CLOSE) I'm going to send into Woodard's mind the same kind of electrical wave that his mind is sending out.


ABRAMS: (IN A HUSHED VOICE) And what will be the result?


AGATHA: That's what I'm going to find out...


WOODARD: (BACK SLIGHTLY - CRIES OUT IN PROTEST THRU GAG)


ABRAMS: Dr. Lynd, I beg you, don't do it!


AGATHA: Don't talk! I've got to get these dials set exactly right!


ABRAMS: But - but when you send that current into the man's mind who knows what the results will be? The brain - such a delicate instrument - to send the electricity into it -


AGATHA: (SHORTLY) You fool! I'm not going to electrocute the man! This is high frequency current - what I send into his mind will be the exact duplicate of what's coming out! Now stand aside - I'm going to throw the switch!


WOODARD: (BACK - CRIES OUT IN DEFINITE PROTEST THRU GAG)


SOUND OF LARGE SWITCH BEING THROWN - KNIFE SWITCH


ABRAMS: (SOTTO) Heaven forgive you for what you are doing...


SOUND OF MOTOR PICKING UP SPEED - WHINE INCREASING, BUILDING UP UNTIL IT IS A POWERFUL PULSING THING - CONTINUE FOR A FEW SECONDS, THEN OUT WITH


PULL OF KNIFE SWITCH - AS SOON AS THE SWITCH IS PULLED, THE WHINE DIES OUT SLOWLY


AGATHA: (VERY EXCITED) Done! Now he'll tell me his reactions - I'll know --


ABRAMS: (SHARPLY) But his eyes are closed!


AGATHA: No, no, he's all right! I'll take off the gag and -


ABRAMS: (CRIES OUT IN HORROR)


AGATHA: (DAZEDLY) His lips - drawn back from his teeth --


ABRAMS: Dead!


AGATHA: Oh, no!


ABRAMS: Dead! Dead! You've killed him!  It's [to] be the end of you - me, too! They'll blame me, too! I was here! I stood by! I didn't --


AGATHA: Shut up!


ABRAMS: Dead! Dead! What'll we --


AGATHA: Shut up, I tell you! The knife! Cut him loose from the chair! No, no, let me do it! The pulmotor - get it!


ABRAMS: But - but where -


AGATHA: In the next lab! Get the pulmotor! He's not dead! He can't be dead! I've got to know what happened when the current went thru his mind! It couldn't have killed him! It couldn't! Get the pulmotor, Abrams!


ABRAMS: (FADE) Yes, I'll get it! I'll get it!


AGATHA: Hypo - strychnine - in his heart! You've got to live, Woodard - you hear me? - you've got to live! (FADE) You've got to live!


TRANSITIONAL PAUSE (SHORT)


FADEIN RISE AND FALL OF PULMOTOR, CONTINUING BEHIND:


ABRAMS: (MOANINGLY) No use! No use!


AGATHA: (THE STRAIN IS VERY APPARENT IN HER VOICE) He's got to live! He's got to!


ABRAMS: What use is "got to live"? No sign of life - all these hours - he's dead, I tell you! Dead!


AGATHA: And I tell you no! Keep the pulmotor going - I'll give him another injection!


ABRAMS: Injection! Injection! I tell you it's no use!


SOUND OF TINKLE OF HYPODERMIC BEING PUT TOGETHER


AGATHA: He's got to live! 


ABRAMS: There - see - for all the good the injection did, you might as well have put the needle in his eye! He'll never --


SINGLE CHIME OF CLOCK, BACK


ABRAMS: (AGHAST) Look!


AGATHA: Wha'?


ABRAMS: The clock! Look at the clock!


AGATHA: (IN HORROR) Oh, no!


ABRAMS: Five hours we've been working on him! You hear me - five hours! He's dead, I tell you!


AGATHA: (BROKENLY) Turn off the pulmotor.


SNAP OF SWITCH - PULMOTOR STOPS


ABRAMS: (SLOWLY) Dead...and you murdered him...I told you it would electrocute him!


AGATHA: Don't be a fool! It wasn't electrocution!


ABRAMS: But --


AGATHA: I tell you it wasn't! The current was high frequency current - you might as well say the waves from a radio broadcast electrocuted him!


ABRAMS: Then what --


AGATHA: I'm not quite sure - but I think it was like this: when I sent the high frequency current back into his brain, a current that had the exact characteristics of the one that his own mental activity was sending out, I cancelled out his brain waves just as one wave in a pond of water cancels out the other...


ABRAMS: You - you mean what went in cut off what was coming out?


AGATHA: Yes...paralyzed the respiratory centers - the heart --


ABRAMS: And now what? Do you realize this is the philanthropist - the great millionaire Woodard dead - dead in the laboratories his own money paid for! And you, his murderer - and I - they'll blame me, too - they'll say that I --


AGATHA: (INTERRUPTING EXCITEDLY) No, wait! Wait! I've a thought!


ABRAMS: (MISERABLY) What good will thought do when the judge says "Hang by the neck until you're dead!"


AGATHA: No, help me!


ABRAMS: But what can I --


AGATHA: Watch that dial! When it reaches three volts, throw the switch!


ABRAMS: Not the brain-wave machine again! The woman's mad!


AGATHA: Do as I say! I've got to get these electrodes attached to him!


ABRAMS: But he's been dead - look at the clock! Dead five hours! You hear me - five hours!


AGATHA: It doesn't matter - it's my last chance - I've got to do it!


ABRAMS: Crazy, I tell you! Crazy!


AGATHA: (SOTTO) You can't be dead, Woodard, you can't! All my work - I've got to go on - if you're dead, they'll stop me!


ABRAMS: What're you talking to yourself? Why do you fasten those things to his head? Dead five hours - I tell you - the tissues of the heart and brain are decaying! You hear me - decaying!


AGATHA: Stand aside!


KNIFE SWITCH - WHINE OF MOTOR STARTING AS BEFORE, ONLY THIS TIME BUILDING UP WITH THE WHINE OF THE MOTOR IS HEARD THE PECULIAR SOUND OF THE BRAINWAVE.


ABRAMS: (AS THE MOTOR BEGINS TO WHINE) Crazy I tell you! What good will it do, sending currents back into a brain that's decaying already? You can't awake the dead with that!


AGATHA: If the wave of current I sent in before cancelled out what was there, now there's nothing left! Perhaps this wave will start new mental life!


SOUND OF MOTOR AND BRAIN WAVE BUILDING UP


ABRAMS: (EXCITEDLY) No, stop it! Stop it! A cadaver is lying there - not a man! What can you do? Dead - five hours dead!

 

AGATHA: More current! I'll give it more current!


MOTOR BUILDING UP, AND BRAIN WAVE SOUND UP HIGHER WITH IT UNTIL IT IS A PULSING THING - CONTINUING A FEW SECONDS


ABRAMS: (ABOVE THE NOISE OF THE MACHINERY CRIES OUT HOARSELY) Ah! He moved! Stop it! He moved!


LARGE KNIFE SWITCH BEING THROWN - MOTOR WHINE DYING OUT - THE BRAIN WAVE IS OUT ABRUPTLY WITH THE SNAP OF SWITCH, BUT THE MOTOR DIES OUT SLOWLY BEHIND:


WOODARD: (GROANS WEAKLY)


AGATHA: (VIBRANTLY) He lives!


ABRAMS: (IN AWE) How can such a thing be? Dead - all these hours - delicate tissues must have started to decay --


AGATHA: He lives!


ABRAMS: And now he moves - moans --


WOODARD: (MOANS AGAIN)


AGATHA: They'll let me go on with my work!


ABRAMS: Let you? The world will be begging you! If you can do again what you've done to him, the world will be crawling at your feet! Resurrection - there'll be no dead! A man dies - on to his head you attach the electrodes - zzzz - into his head go whatever these brain waves are and he lives - yah, like Woodard here lives!


AGATHA: (PUZZLEDLY) But there's no pulse...


ABRAMS: What's that you say? No pulse?


AGATHA: I - I can't feel any....


ABRAMS: Ach - no matter! Look - the color back into his face! He moves his arms!

 

WOODARD: (DAZEDLY) I - I - I --


ABRAMS: (AGLOW WITH JOY) And hear! He speaks! Oh, Dr. Lynd, what miracle have you done?


AGATHA: (IN A HUSHED VOICE) And yet I'm so afraid...


ABRAMS: Afraid? What are you talking about? A man's dead five hours and look at him! Arms moving --


AGATHA: (IN CLOSE) So afraid....


WOODARD: (BEHIND THE END OF ABOVE SPEECH BEGINS TO MUMBLE UNINTELLIGIBLY)


ABRAMS: Quiet! He's trying to speak!


WOODARD: (WITH EFFORT) From - the - dead....


ABRAMS: (HAPPILY) Yah, yah, that's right, Mr. Woodard - from the dead she brought you back! She --


WOODARD: (A LITTLE STRONGER - THERE IS A STRANGE SINISTER NOTE IN HIS VOICE) From - the - dead --


ABRAMS: (NOT QUITE SURE HOW TO TAKE THE PHENOMENA) Doctor Lynd! Look! He's getting up from the table!


AGATHA: (AGHAST) I - I see!


ABRAMS: (IN AWE) But a few minutes ago dead - legally dead - and then so weak - and now he stands up on his feet! (IN GROWING FEAR) Oh, Mr. Woodard, why do you look at me like that? I - I did nothing! It - it was she, but she brought you back, as good as new! I - I ask you, please, don't look at me like that!


WOODARD: (THIS TIME THERE IS AN EVEN MORE UNEARTHLY SINISTER NOTE) From - the - dead!


ABRAMS: From the dead, from the dead - why do you keep on saying it like that? Doctor Lynd, you tell me! What is the matter with him?


AGATHA: I - I don't know! I don't know!


ABRAMS: (BLANKLY) He - he holds out his hand to me...I understand now! (HAPPILY) I understand, Mr. Woodard! You mean everything is all right now - you want to shake my hand!


AGATHA: No, no! Don't touch him, Abrams!


ABRAMS: (BLANKLY) Don't tou - (BEGINS TO CHUCKLE) You hear her, Mr. Woodard? She's still hysterical! You know, reaction. Well, here's my hand - may tonight prove to be -


CRASH OF GREAT ELECTRIC SPARK JUMPING THE GAP


ABRAMS: (SCREAMS HORRIBLY, SCREAMING CUTTING OFF WITH:


GREAT RUSH OF FIRE TO PAINT PICTURE OF MAN BURNING IN THE MIDST OF A GREAT SWIRLING MASS OF FLAME 


AGATHA: (CRYING OUT ABOVE RUSH OF FLAMES) Abrams - burning - fire - (WEEPING, WEEPING CONTINUING AS:)


FLAME SLOWLY DIES OUT


AGATHA: (TEARS IN HER VOICE - SHE CANNOT BELIEVE THE EVIDENCE OF HER OWN EYES) The flame - gone - only a little pile of white ashes on the concrete....(VOICE TIGHTENS) But you - Woodard! You're still standing there! The flame didn't touch you! It ripped thru Dr. Abrams, but you just stood there - (AGHAST) and you're grinning! (UP) Speak! Say something! What happened? He touched your hand and a spark jumped between you, and then a flame, and now he's ashes - and you - oh, say something, man!


WOODARD: (COMING IN SLOWLY) From - the - dead...


AGATHA: No! Stay back! You're not Woodard! His face, his body, but not Woodard!


WOODARD: (IN A LITTLE CLOSER) From - the - dead --


AGATHA: No, I beg you don't come close to me! Don't touch me!


WOODARD: From - the - dead --


AGATHA: (THE SCIENTIST IS STILL STRONG IN HER EVEN IN HER FEAR) Yes...I brought something back from the dead - but not Mr. Woodard! You're in his body moving toward me - but you're not - oh, don't come closer! That spark - that flame - I'll die like Abrams died - I know it! Oh, no, no, no closer! Grinning thing - like the Devil himself! (THE SIGNIFICANCE OF HER WORDS DAWNS ON HER - SHE REPEATS THEM IN GREAT HORROR) Like - the - Devil - himself..


WOODARD: (IN CLOSE CHUCKLING - THIS CHUCKLE IS NOT LIKE "THE SHADOW" NOR IS IT THE TEN_TWENTY-THIRTY VILLAIN'S CHUCKLE - IT IS A HORRIBLE INHUMAN GURGLING)


AGATHA: No! No! Don't touch me! I know you now! You're -- (SCREAMS AS:)


CRASH OF SPARK JUMPING GAP BETWEEN THEM - GREAT RUSH OF FLAME AS BEFORE BUILDING UP UNTIL IT IS A GREAT ROARING HOLOCAUST - HOLD FOR FEW SECONDS TO PLANT PICTURE CLEARLY, THEN FADE SLOWLY BEHIND:


NEWSBOY: (FADING IN FAST) ...Paper! Read all about it! Millionaire dies in mystery fire! Woodard Institute burns to ground! Millionaire philanthropist dies in fire! (FADE SLOWLY) Read all about it! Mystery fire! Philanthropist dies in mystery fire!...


GONG:


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