"[ Whistling ]" "[ Kolchak On Tape ] The old cliche that politics makes strange bedfellows is only too true." "At one time or another, various and sundry politicians have found themselves, when it proved expedient, of course, sharing a blanket with the military, organized crime... disgruntled, gun-toting dairy farmers, the church, famous athletes, the comedians- the list is endless." "[ Clicks Off]" "But there was a senatorial race not so long ago right here in Illinois... where the strangest bedfellow of all was found under the sheets." "The strangest... and certainly the most terrifying." "[ Kolchak Narrating ] July 22, Springfield, Illinois." "Eric Berringer, self-made millionaire and heavy contributor to many causes... was driving to a late candlelight supper with his wife, Vivian." "He didn't know it, of course, but his last supper had been the night before." "August 7, Lake Michigan." "Dennis De Silva, former advertising genius... and now speechwriter for the incumbent Senator Talbot, was cruising on the family schooner, Shooting Star." "Never was a boat so aptly named." "August 1 4." "Preelection time in the Windy City." "[ Grunts ]" "Oh, sorry." "[ Kolchak Narrating ] The people's candidate- fearless, independent and energetic." "Why can't the people's candidate be like the rest of us- timid, insecure and lazy?" "Palmer's rise had been meteoric- from obscurity to a well-appointed spacious suite of offices high up in the Brandon Building." "Palmer was good copy." "From nowhere to odds-on favorite candidate for state senator." "No one knew where in the hell he came from." "Meanwhile, up on the 40th floor, Stephan Wald, Palmer's recently hired campaign manager, a veteran of two honestly run congressional campaigns, was telling him where to go." "Palmer, you are a crook." "Oh, now, Steve." "Steve, why don't you save those colorful descriptive phrases for the opposition, huh?" "Don't you try to con me." "I went back to see your old constituency in Dantonville." "Oh, you didn't miss a trick, did you?" "Bribery, extortion, misappropriation of funds." "Those accusations are made all the time in politics, especially when you win elections." "You didn't win that election." "You stole it." "You bought it with laundered money." "But you're not gonna buy the state senate, not with me as your bag boy." "I like the way you've run the campaign, Steve." "I'm going on to bigger things." "I'd like you with me." "But if you're determined to quit" "You don't seem to get the picture, Bob." "I'm not just quitting." "I'm blowing the whistle." "That would be a mistake." "We better talk about it." "Sure." "I'll talk about it, to the D.A." "I can't let you do that." "You can't stop me." "Mr. Wald, you forgot your brief" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Kolchak Narrating ] I was a young man when I started waiting for that elevator." "But there's two things thatjust can't be rushed- anyone who is paid by the hour... and an office building elevator." "Stephan Wald's stock in life was about to bottom out." "[ All Screaming ]" "[ Screaming Continues ]" "[ Crash ]" "Get the crowbar." "Yeah." "[ Dog Growling, Barking ]" "[ Growling ]" "[ Kolchak Narrating ] Some advice for pedestrians- when you're run over by a strange dog, if you can't get his number, at least get his license tag." "[ Kolchak Narrating ] The events in the elevator made me late for my appointment with Robert Palmer." "They told me at his office that he'd left for a televised debate." "I was heartily disliked at that particular TVstation, so I settled for observing the debate in the stimulating atmosphere... of one of Chicago's gentleman's clubs." "[ Man On TV] It's a double play- Owen to Walker toJefferson." "And that'll do it for the Cubs." "After four innings of play, for Chicago, no runs, two hits, no errors, three men left on base." "Hey, Louie." "[ Man On TVContinues ]" "Take off your hat and catch the game." "No." "No, thanks." " But there is one thing I would like." " The name of a good tailor?" " No." " A drink?" "[ Kolchak ] You know I never drink when I'm in uniform." "Could I use your telephone?" "There's a pay phone in the men's room." "Since when do I have to wash my hands before I use a telephone?" "Now, tell me." "Have I ever taken advantage of our friendship?" "Not yet." "Well, I'm about to." " ..." "looks back at second base." " Change that ball game to channel 6, huh?" "That's an educational channel." "That's right." "Don't you want to learn who your new senator is gonna be?" "I don't even know who my last senator was." "That's what I love about you, Louie." "You're really into the important heart of things." " Here's the pitch." "Benell swings." "It's a ground ball" " Go on, channel 6." " Hello, is Tony there?" " The issues between our two candidates" "Senator Talbot... and his challenger, dark horse of the opposition, Bob Palmer." " Never mind." " Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately Mr. Palmer... is not here in the studios at the scheduled airtime, and his campaign headquarters has no comment" "Where's our white knight?" "Getting his charger reshod?" "We return to the program now in progress, starring Alice Faye and John Payne in Musical Holiday." " [ Channels Changing ]" " Who you voting for, Kolchak?" "Personally, I've always liked Alice Faye." "She's got the biggest eyes." "[ Man On TV] The pitcher, Torres of Boston." "Again, a one, two, three inning." "[ Growling ]" "[ Setting Timer]" "[ Vincenzo ] Now, listen, Updyke, our evening subscribers go to press by 4:00 p.m., and they damn well better have a verdict by then." "Well, write it both ways." "Ifhe's innocent, we'll save the guilty story for somebody else." "Did you get the elevator story on the wire?" "Oh, boy, did I get it on the wire!" "Here's a picture of the dog." " Strange, isn't it?" "That that particular elevator dropped like a bomb." " What do you mean, particular?" "Stephan Wald was on that elevator." "Now he's dead." "Well, you would be too if you dropped 40 floors." "Unless I was a lucky dog, hmm?" "Stephan Wald was Robert Palmer's campaign manager." " I'm not following you, Carl." " Remember Eric Berringer?" "Hmm?" "Couple of weeks ago, he flew his car nonstop right off the cliff down to the bottom of a gorge?" "Well, he was a heavy political contributor, yeah." "And Dennis De Silva, yeah?" "He was the, uh, chief speechwriter for Senator Talbot- gone." "Finished." "Out." "Yeah, but nobody's so much as whispered foul play." "And the authorities, apparently, are unconcerned." "What authorities?" "Listen, the Titanic was full of authorities." "Look what happened." "Neville Chamberlain was an authority." "Look where we" " The Second World War." "Carl, do not wax professorial." "It just happens to be, uh, a string of accidents, that's all." "It's striking both sides of the political fence." "That makes it obvious that it isn't motivated." " Sure." "Terrific." " Did you put the story on the wire?" " Sure, it's on the wire." " Did you insinuate anything in the elevator story?" "Which political party did you point your finger at?" "Who's gonna sue us now?" "[ Kolchak ] Tony, would I- Remember what happened last year?" "[ Kolchak ] If I want to say it, I'll write it.!" "Miss Emily!" "Buongiorno.!" "Welcome home from your vacation." "Did you have a good time?" "Absolutely marvelous." "Italy is just the most beautiful place on Earth." "Oh, you should be very proud of your heritage." "Rome was magnificent." "The Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps." "And one day, we almost met ""Lina Jollobrigida."" "Really?" "Yeah." "Well, that's, uh, that's very good." "Very good." "Well, now that we're all rested, we can get back to work, can't we?" " Yes." " Terrific." " This is for you, if you're hungry." " Who?" "For me?" "Oh, well." "Is that for me?" "Yes." "And this is for you." "Oh." "For me?" "Oh, Miss Emily, you shouldn't have." "Well, let's see what's in here." "Well, they certainly wrapped this very well." "Well, let's see." "What do we have here?" "Artichoke pasta?" "[ Emily ] Well, it's not available in this country." "And it has half the calories of regular spaghetti." "Uh, that's because it's made of artichoke paste instead offlour." "Oh, it's a hat." "Well, Carl, now you can get rid of that bird feeder you been wearing." " [ Stammering ]" " Go ahead." "Try it on." "Uh- [ Chuckles ]" " Do you like it?" " Oh!" "It's-It's-It's-It's... marvelous." " What else did you get?" " Oh, well, now... this is for Ron, and this is for one of the girls." "Uh-huh." "Uh-huh." " And, uh, this." "This is for me." " Well, wh-what is that?" "Well, it's holy water." "And it was blessed by Pope Paul VI himself." " Really?" " You know, I had once planned to enter the priesthood." " And then the Inquisition ended and all the fun went out of it for you." " Thank you very much, Miss Emily." " Get in here!" "I want to talk to you." " Yes, sir." "Excuse me." "Oh!" "Oh, Marge." "Now, don't push your luck, Kolchak." "You've already rubbed me the wrong way on the elevator story." "Tony, I just mentioned that another death is rather unusual." "That's all that I meant." "This is your dog picture?" "Yeah, that's my- What happened to it?" "It disappeared." "Tony, it was right there in the solution." "I saw it as it" "Get me Henry De Witt of the Dantonville Herald." "In Dantonville!" "Carl, maybe the dog just ran off." "You know, his master's voice and all that?" "No." "No, Tony, it was- it was in the pan." "Carl, get back to work, will you?" "Just do the Palmer interview." "Find out why he missed that TV debate yesterday." "[ Intercom Buzzes ]" "Hello." "Henry, Tony Vincenzo here." "Yeah, fine." "How's yourself?" "." "Look, uh, Henry, I'll tell you why I called." "I've got a reporter here called Carl Kolchak who's just burning to do an in-depth piece on Robert Palmer." "And I knew Palmer was from your area, so, uh" "Well, you should be proud of him, Henry." "You've got a ton of material?" "Look, Henry, will you do me a favor and send over a packet here to Kolchak at the office?" "Thank you very much, Henry." " Tony, I saw it." "It was in the picture." " Kolchak, go!" "[ Sighs ]" "Go." "Go.Just go." "Thinks I'm some kind of a slavey." "Well, the ""deevil" years are over." "Go!" "Go." "Go." "Welcome home, Miss Emily." "[ Whistling ]" "[ Continues ]" "[ Kolchak Narrating ] For a man who seemed to be a comer," "Mr. Palmer certainly picked a weird time to absent himself." "[ Doorbell Rings ]" "Mrs. Palmer?" "Yes." "Carl Kolchak, Independent News Service." "I was supposed to interview your husband." "I'm sorry." "My husband isn't home right now." "Do you know where he is?" "No." "Well, he's well-known for being prompt and perfect." "Uh, aren't you worried about his disappearance?" "Oh, I don't think he's disappeared." "Bob is always running off to secret meetings in smoke-filled rooms." "I'm sure we'll hear from him." "Well, as long as we're here, why don't we have a little chat?" "You can talk about your husband." "What does the candidate like?" "Privacy." "[ Chuckles ] Your name's Lorraine, isn't it?" "Yeah." "But you can call me Mrs. Palmer." "Uh, thank you, Mrs. Palmer." "Uh, what's it like living with Bob?" "He's perfect." "I wish I were." "So do I. Good night." "Uh, before your husband became a senatorial candidate, not much was known about him, and his background is very sketchy." "It's hard to fit together." "It's very late." "And if you want answers, I'm afraid you'll have to go to my husband for them." "Well, that's, you see- What I'm trying to do is find some- Good night." "Expletive deleted." "Whew!" "[ Growling ]" "[ Growling Continues ]" "[ Barking, Growling ]" "[ Cloth Ripping ]" "Good evening." "Did you at least find out where he'd been?" "Yes, of course." "Where?" "He said he had been in a deep depression." "Well, aren't we all?" "Stephan Wald's death upset him, he said." "He was still too upset to grant me an interview, he said." "But he looked as calm as a Buddha, a plastic Buddha." "When do we get the interview?" "Tony, I had a small accident, uh, that I'd like to put a voucher in to get repaired on." "Why don't we wait?" "Maybe it'll heal by itself." "What happened to it?" "Would you believe me if I told you that the same dog who jumped out of the elevator at me... showed up in front of Palmer's house and attacked me?" "No." "Would you believe that two plus two equals four?" "When do we get the interview, Carl?" "When do I get my coat repaired?" "Are you trying to tell me that you're concerned about the way you look?" "Miss Emily brought you that nice new hat and you insist on wearing that eyesore." "Why, Carl?" "What don't you like about this hat?" "What's under it." "[ Door Opens, Closes ]" "[ Kolchak Narrating ] August 1 6, 8:30 a.m." "An early morning phone call from the late Stephan Wald's secretary... brought the usually sartorial Robert Palmer... to an unexpected meeting at a spot in Lincoln Park historically reserved for lovers." "You made it." "You made it sound urgent." "Any particular reason to meet here?" "I thought it would be a good chance for us to be alone together." "[ Sighs ] I'm very busy." "I can remember when you always had time for me." "I don't ever remember having time for aimless chatter, Susan." "Hmm." "Robert T. Palmer, young man in a hurry." "You don't need me anymore, do you?" " Mm." "Easy come, easy go." " Right." " Is this it?" " Not quite." "You remember the day Steve got killed in that elevator accident?" "I'm trying to forget that, Susan." "He wasn't only my campaign manager, he was a good" "I ran into the hall just as you and Steve got in the elevator." "He forgot his briefcase." " So?" " I went through it." "Well, are you gonna tell me what you found?" "A sealed envelope addressed to the district attorney." "What was in it?" "Facts, figures, dates, names." "Enough information to start a whole investigation." "[ Sighs ] You know, Bob, we both underestimated each other." "I don't know how you got out of that elevator, but you won't get out of this." "Will money do it?" "Got nothing else going for me." " No!" " [ Growling, Barking ]" " [ Screaming ] - [ Barking ]" "[ Groans ] I know I pumped six shots in that dog." "I don't believe it." "Hey, you better call an ambulance." "Yeah." "[ Man On Police Scanner ] Roger." "This is rescue unit 1 882." "Proceeding to Queen of Angels Hospital with dog attack victim." "Name" " Driscoll, Susan Marie." "Address- 44228 Coriander Way." "[ Kolchak Narrating ] The name rang a faint bell from the time I'd visited Palmer's office." "I figured there are dog bites and there are dog bites." "Usually, they don't send you to the hospital." "However, I knew one canine who could do that kind of work." "[ Siren Fades ]" "Hey, where do you think you're going?" "You can't go in there." "The dog attack victim, Susan Driscoll?" "She was just rolled into emergency." "Yeah?" "Messed up?" "Bad." "The, uh, ambulance drivers think that she'll make it." "But, of course, they're not doctors." "Yeah." "Sure, sure." "Uh, did you, uh- Wh-What kind of dog was it?" "He was big." "What color was he?" "He was, uh, black and brown." "Black and brown." "Did you get a shot at it?" "Yes, sir." "Did you hit it?" "Possibly." "What do you" " Possibly?" "What do you mean possibly?" "Do I have to drag it out of you?" "How far away were you from him?" "Oh, several paces." "Several paces?" "Paces?" "What is that, three feet?" "Thirty feet?" "What?" "[ Clicks Off] Well, it was the damnedest thing that I ever seen." "I mean, we were point-blank." "And, of course, we get shook sometimes when we have to fire our weapons, but we weren't that shook." "Yeah." "Now, the dog- the dog seemed to like the firepower." "What?" "He didn't move." "He just stood there." "I ain't never seen nothing like that." "That's weird." "Yeah." "But you can't go in there." "Well, can I at least get a picture of you?" "Yeah." "Go right ahead." "Okay." "Thank you very much." "Thank you very much." "[ Flatline Tone ]" "[ Exhales ]" "[ Flatline Tone ]" "Are you trying to tell me that there was nothing mysterious about this Susan Driscoll's death?" "Are you a medical journalist?" "No, of course not." "Why should I bother wasting my time explaining something technically... that you obviously wouldn't grasp?" "Come on, come on, turn off the bubble machine, Doc." "It's not technical, medical nonsense that you're worried about." "It's legal technicalities." "Flak from upstairs." "That I understand very well." "Well, I'm a doctor, Mr. Kolchak, and I am not some functionary who is paid by the hour." "I don't fear my superiors." "Oh, goody-good for you." "Yes, it is good for me." "Okay, Doc." "Then, uh, when your superiors see the story, they will read that Susan Driscoll... died under mysterious circumstances." "Mr. Kolchak." "You called?" "What's mysterious about it?" "You a crime reporter?" "You know I'm not." "Well, then how could I possibly explain to you... the technical side of putting a story together?" "You couldn't possibly grasp it." "Miss Driscoll died of hemolysis." "Cerebral vascular blockage." "I think she was murdered." "And I think you're irrational." "She was in a deep state of shock from the dog attack." "She had what is commonly called a stroke." "And that's your statement?" "Mm-hmm." "How does the song go, Kolchak?" """Different strokes for different folks."" "Had a checkup lately?" "[ Typing ]" "The Kolchak family album?" "Listen, I'm trying to identify a breed of dog here." "Maybe you can help me." "See, the animal had a body something like this, but it had a big head like this." "See, with pointed ears." "But it had red-orange eyes." "Sounds like a mongrel." "Well, I thought mongrels were even-tempered and nice, friendly dogs." "This one tried to kill me." "Well, dogs are instinctive judges of character." "Well, it's the paws, you see." "I mean, this one had five toes on it, and I can't seem to find it anywhere in the book." "No domesticated normal dog has five toes, only wild dogs from Africa or Asia." "And if you met one of those, you'd certainly know it." "They're the most ferocious of wild animals." "What is this, Updyke, Zoo Parade?" "Don't you have an assignment you should be working on?" "Tony, wild dogs only have five toes, but this dog" "Yeah, I heard, I heard." "They have five toes." "Maybe one of them can work the typewriter." "Maybe one can even replace you and get more work done." "Oh, that's funny." "That's really very funny." "I'm working." "Oh, are you?" "Weren't you supposed to be covering... the incumbent Senator Talbot's question-and-answer session with the public?" "Nothing is going to happen there." "Nothing." "He's gonna dish out the usual pabulum, just like all the rest of the politicians." "Senator, according to the latest polls, you're trailing by a sizable margin." "Do you have any comment on that?" "Well, Dan, people still pick their leaders in the voting booth, not by answering pollsters." "And we haven't reached voting day yet." "Does that mean we can expect some big developments between now and election day?" "Like one of your famous bombs to drop on Mr. Palmer." "Now, what kind of a bomb could I drop on Mr. Palmer?" "He's as pure as the driven snow, by what I hear." "Anyway, for right now, I'm gonna get away from all of this for just one day, join my wife and family up at Lake Hollow." "Oh, thank you all and God bless." "Listen, there's one other thing, Senator." "No more comments." "Senator, are you surprised at the support that Mr. Palmer has gotten?" "Listen, I'll tell you what." "If we could arrange a debate between you and Mr. Palmer, would you be interested in that?" "It's not going to work." "No, sir." "All right, Senator, enjoy your holiday." "What's wrong with that maniac?" "[ Growls ]" "[ Kolchak Narrating ] I'd been a little late for my assignment on Senator Talbot... and knew that Vincenzo would go through the roof." "But now I had a new story." "One I was sure Vincenzo wouldn't like- that political campaigns are generally littered with pollsters and rhetoric, but this one was littered with corpses." "Listen, Talbot wasn't sloshed, was he?" "Uh, we don't know." "The coroner's making a full report." "Wouldn't make any difference though." "The other car swerved into him head-on." "No." "Any skid marks?" "Only from this car." "This one, Talbot's?" "Yeah." "Well, that other driver must have been stoned right out of his gourd." "Either that or he had a heart attack." "One or the other." "Uh, we don't know." "Haven't found him yet." "You're kidding." "Nobody, but nobody, even including Lee Petty, walks away from a wreck like this." "Well, somebody did." "You got a make on the car?" "Yeah." "Stolen from an orthodontist over in Decatur." "Oh, that's terrific." "Just terrific." "Well, there's no blood." "You would've had to use a torch to cut him out." "How did he get out?" "Well, we haven't got any answers." "I'll do you a favor." "I won't quote you on that." "Oh, boy." "Why do I eat at Manny's?" "What are the first symptoms of botulism?" "Do you know?" "Sorry, Carl, am I keeping you from something?" "Oh, hi, Tony." "Well, Palmer isn't Irish, but he sure is lucky, isn't he?" "Well, it's terrible about Senator Talbot, but it doesn't necessarily mean that Palmer is a shoo-in." "Oh, no, no, of course not." "No, the governor will just appoint an interim senator... to fill out Talbot's term." "Somebody that Palmer can just walk right over come election day." "Well, since Palmer is gonna be senator, doesn't it behoove you all the more to get off your duff... and write something about him?" "Doesn't this smell to you, Tony?" "What does?" "This campaign's had more fatalities than a Labor Day weekend." "And who breezes through it, just cool as a cucumber, right into a legislative seat?" "Yeah." "I mean, unexplained accidents, medical puzzles, driverless cars, huh?" "Well, with some digging, we could turn up a political scandal." "And, boy, that would sell." "That would put a news outfit right on the map." "Mm-hmm." "But it could also wipe one out, Carl." "And everywhere this hound, this canine beast" "Well, I don't mind political exposes if the facts are there." "But, Kolchak, why does our political expose have to have a dog in it?" "Uh-huh, but it's not any particular dog, Tony." "It's a dog, Carl." "Now, I don't wanna hear anything more about it." "Why do I ever get my hopes up with you?" "Hey, Bernie." "Hi." "Uh, two bucks." "Postage due." "What's this?" "Oh, that's from Henry De Witt, the Dantonville Herald." "That's the Palmer material." "Now look, read it." "Write up something I can use." "Something constructive, sensible." "Uh, first, Uncle Sam wants two bucks." "Don't look at me, look at him." "He ordered it." "Yeah, two bucks." "Uh, all right, come on in here, Bernie." "I'll give it to you." "Hmm." "[ Exhales ]" "[ Ticking ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "[ Ticking ]" "[ Bell Dings ]" "Oh." "Here, let me help you." "Thank you, Ron." "Oh, no, no, no, not there." "Put them on Carl's desk." "They're for him." "Thanks, Emily." "Why won't Vincenzo do something about that elevator?" "Hmm." "Find what you're looking for yet?" "Mm-mmm." "Well, I went all the way over to the Parklawn branch to get these." ""Satanism. '"" ""Power Through Witchcraft. '"" "You're not gonna be reading these things on into the night, are you?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, whatever turns you up." "On, Emily, on." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Sighs ]" "I've got it!" "Uh, please, Mr. Vincenzo, something has simply got to be done about that elevator." "Tony, here it is." "Here it is, right here." "See, the amulet." "First the dog had it, and now Palmer's wearing it." "See, right in the picture." "See?" "I'm not a complainer." "You know that." "See, devil worshippers make pacts, contracts with the prince of darkness." "What's the normal heartbeat?" "They achieve great wealth, power, high office, whatever, but they sell their souls to the devil." "Now, how much could it cost?" "One of these days, someone's heart is just gonna give out climbing those stairs." "The devil confers upon them the power to transform themselves." "Now please, Carl, let me finish, and then you can have your little chat." "My own sister's husband dropped dead simply climbing to the attic." "Of course, he was overweight too." "Tony, Tony, Palmer is an evil incarnate." "He is going to go all the way to the White House, to the Oval Office." "Tony!" "That's what's wrong with this country." "Nobody cares." "Try to warn them." "Do they listen?" "No." "Nobody listens." "Nobody cares." "Gotta do a job and" "Your nose is growing longer, Ron." "It's okay, Emily." "God will understand." "I hope." "Don't stay late." "[ Kolchak Narrating ] Sometimes if you want a job done right, you just have to foul it up yourself." "The local real estate scam had it that the Palmer house had once belonged to a defrocked minister, but it looked like the house in Gone With the Wind, only this one had gone to the dogs." "[ Kolchak Narrating ] I noticed the Palmers were conversing in a downstairs den." "So, not wanting to disturb them, I looked for the press entrance." "There was none." "But where there's a window, there's a way." "[ Squeaking ]" "Bob, you have got to get out of this." "You talk about this as though it were another boring luncheon with your mother, as though I can go to a phone and call it off." "I love the way you take that civilized tone with me." "Don't you realize the trouble you're in?" "We are in?" "Don't you realize what we're dealing with?" "Who we're dealing with?" "There are no clauses or subparagraphs in the contract which allow you to back out." "Then there must be a way, a church or a minister?" "A church." "Now really, Lorraine, grow up." "I have no intention ofbacking out." "Yes, it is costly." "But there's the old American adage, ""You get what you pay for."" "I'm afraid." "Bob, let's drop the whole thing- the offices, the election, everything." "Let's just go somewhere and live simply." "I thought we were living simply, Lorraine." "It may not be too late." "[ Bottle Clatters ]" "Where are you going?" "Can't we finish a simple discussion anymore?" "I don't think I can get to the end of this session without some more Beaujolais." "[ Sneezes Quietly ]" "[ Door Creaking ]" "I invoke you, Baphomet and Asmodeus." "All spells against me congregate." "Within this beast, be that your fate." "Sour blood from withered fruit." "You must grow from blighted root." "Life from death let spirit soar." "Stay each man's hand, let blood restore." "All this I see in scarlet spore." "This is my will..." "to evils flee." "You may come out now, Mr. Kolchak." "I'm waiting for you." "Well, your insatiable desire for a story has brought you to a sorry state, hasn't it?" "I know all about insatiable desires." "I suffered with the problem myself for quite a time." "And, uh" "And now all of your desires are sated?" "One by one, they seem to have disappeared." "Soon they'll all be gone." "A few years ago, I was offered a proposition." "I had the choice of a dull, undistinguished career- because to be quite frank, I was pretty much of a zero" "or the choice of the path that lies before me." "Which is what?" "Don't be a fool, Kolchak." "You know I can go all the way to the top." "Now, I'm gonna need powerful allies in the press." "You're a good reporter, not a great one." "You have personality flaws that are going to keep total success from your grasp." "But you are, nonetheless, a very good reporter." "You would like, more than anything, to have the Pulitzer Prize- though publicly you scorn the very concept of awards." "You would like more than anything else to get to New York... and work on a major daily paper." "You would even like a suede-backed chair at your desk." "Not leather, suede." "Such small ambitions really." "Your editor is Anthony Vincenzo." "He frustrates you terribly." "You blame him for your problems, but you know that you,yourself, are responsible for most of them." "Well, I" "Mr. Kolchak, all those stumbling blocks can be very easily put aside." "You can have as little as you want and much more, starting tonight." "Do I" "Do I have to sign my name in blood?" "Yes." "[ Clears Throat ] Well, I'd like to think about it for a while, if you don't mind." "I'm sorry, Mr. Kolchak." "The offer expires almost immediately." "Uh, well" "Uh, what if I don't agree to the terms of your deal?" "The pact I'm party to specifies blood sacrifices." "I've offered lambs and goats and sometimes higher forms of life." "You... would be that sacrifice tonight." "Oh." "What is your answer?" "Well, that's very generous of you, but, uh, do you mind if I had a talk with my attorney first?" "[ Barks ]" "[ Amulet Sizzling ]" "[ Rolling Thunder ]" "[ Whimpering ]" "Nice doggy." "Good dog?" "Nice doggy." "Nice dog." "[ Kolchak On Tape ] I gave my copy on Palmer to Vincenzo for his editorial comment." "It was the way he crumpled it up that gave me the distinct impression he wasn't going to print it." "And Robert Palmer, white hope of the blue collar, darling of the demographics, the popular explanation is that he was kidnapped, possibly killed by radicals." "A tragedy, people said." "They don't realize, of course, that he did keep one campaign promise" "The promise of his soul to his master, the prince of darkness." "Lorraine Palmer drove off before I could get to her." "Her car was found the next day, but she never was." "Wherever she is, I hope she has a dog to keep her company... and fetch her slippers... and lick her hand."