 To hear a word from a camper pianist, lies in bed, comes in bed. The voice... Am I asleep or awake? Can't I move my arms? I want to move them but I can't. Why? Why? Who are you? You. Why don't you leave me alone? No. Why do you torture me? Help me now. Let me go, I tell you. No! I must get up! I must! I must! I'm alright, I tell you. You got over your life? I don't. Correct. Obviously. That's where I cry down. No, but you... You haven't been saying anything to me, have you? Why don't you tell me? Please, ma'am. Go back to your room, please. Don't worry about it. But ma'am... Please do as I ask. That is... Hello. I'm trying to understand, I... I thought you had to be with me. That isn't the case. But Rick, you don't want to tell me. That's nothing! It's nothing! I... I know you're not ancient. Goodbye, Ted. Goodbye. Goodbye. I want to tell her, but... How could I? How could I tell anyone about this thing that... haunts me when I sleep? This being that's ruining my talent as a musician... would always make me hear when I'm sleeping. This invisible being that's killing me is important. Urging me to... to destroy that creator. Urging me to... to kill her. Yeah, but I will not be able to... Yeah, but I will be able to... You're not going to be too... You, you heard how badly I played. You knew I was losing my ability. Well, now that I've said that... Of course you didn't, Ted. I want to tell you... I can tell what they think, by the way they look. It's not... It's true, it's... easy. No. I've never come to this. I'm good for a moment. Why did you say I'm playing and I used them? What really happened to you, Ted? I didn't know anything about that. I got a lot of stuff to do. You're doing it. And my music sounds better. I never liked it. I never liked it. Yeah, Ted. He has come to this for two nights ago. Two nights ago? Two years ago. I'm sorry to go on. I will. That's the way Greece makes it easy to be played. Yes, yes. And I'm happy for this. It's the peace of this place. Terror is history of life. Well, I... There is trouble with that kind of force. Play it. I can't play that part of the song. I know, but now I can. I can't! I can't! I can't! I can't! I can't! I can't! I can't! Oh, sorry. I can't play that part. What's happening to you, Ted? Dallon would hide his head with me on the computer. Thanks. Thanks. Why I couldn't play it. That's the second time he's been in this program. Tell him there's something I must have done. I must. I must have come. For I don't care. But that's my past. You remember the table I sent you some real days ago? You sent the car. This is where we go. I gave one of the worst performances of my entire career. The late and same night. At the first note. The friend of another being. Close. Another being, hmm? Yes, and an invisible being. It was he who made me play the game. Yes, I can. I know some strange and special things. Real heaven. This thing speaks to. To dominate. To protect. It came first in my sleep. Lately I've begun to see this friend. Even in my waiting room. He's controlled my actions. Like a hypnotist controlled his functions. It doesn't speak to direct the feelings of millions of people. They work. They feed wills well. And I fight my fight to resist them. I can't. I must play this game. I must play this game. I must play this game. I must play this game. I must play this game. I must play this game. I must play this game. He's near us now. Here? Yes, yes. Can you feel his breath? Look, look. He's a person, look. He's in here, Helen. In here? In the wind, Helen. No, no, no. He's invisible being. He came in through the wind. Look, look, look. That's nothing, but the wind. No, it's him, Helen. No, no, no. No, no, no. No, no, no. Come on. Why don't you answer me? Why are you holding out your hand, you dog? No, Martin, don't touch me. I haven't said don't. Don't let yourself, Martin. Come on, my dog, my dog. I'm not invisible. You can't see me. I'm not invisible. I'm not invisible. Don't, don't, don't throw away from me, Helen. Helen, come back. Come back, Helen. He's invisible. He's invisible being. He's invisible to me. Or am I? He couldn't see me. Yes. I will make the test. I know. The door is locked. And there's the window. There's the wind. Howl at night. And he'll come to me. We shall meet. I dread for him to sleep. Martin. He knows what to do. Usually he comes to me when I sleep. He comes again. Why do you echo my words? Why do you call me? Why don't you ever let me sleep? Or am I sleeping? No, am I sleeping? No, I must open my eyes. I must open my eyes. I must open my eyes. Not a single drop on the table. I must open my eyes. The glass was empty. I must open my eyes. Our inner thank-you mystery will continue in just a moment. Translast Return to the life of the Thank-you Mystery. Translast Return to the life of the Thank-you Mystery. I'll see. Where were we? Oh, yes. Martin Carrelly obsessed with the thought that an invisible being is forcing him. Make an experiment and, sir, evidence to strengthen his strange beliefs. We find him in his room, one string over the evidence is no doubt about it now. I must find a way to destroy everything. I must kill it before you came back again. I never heard your voice before while I was awake. Who are you? Tell me your name. What is your name? Oh, now, you do understand what I speak to you. Why have you never spoken to me before? I did not. What do you want with me? I thought to you. I imagine all sorts of things, but I never knew. What do you want with me? I will have come to you when you do. Finally, you have become Michael. Where are you now? I'm in a wake until you leave. I'll never go to sleep again as long as I live. We shall see. I am free. No, I live. What did you do? Oh, you can hear me. You are afraid of the flames. Stand back. On your weakness now. You hear flames fire. Now we shall see who it is. Come. Don't come near me. Cut. I could match to them and they go up in flames. There, there, see the fire. You can't get through the window now and the door is locked. I have you trapped. You hear trapped. You cannot destroy me. And why are you afraid? Why? Let me out of here. No. See, see, I like you. Now I have a hope. A weapon against you who have so much power, but hear the flames. Don't, don't touch the machine. You, you come with me through. You whom I cannot see. You who take men and them sleep. Command them to do your horrible things. You are the living spirit of peace. You seek to have men destroy each other so that you, you can conquer the earth. Let me out of here. Let me out of here. How many men have pleaded for mercy from you? Do you think I will show you this slight mercy now? You shall be destroyed here. No, no, no. You will not take me in the door. I will back out holding my blade in use. Take me to the heart. Open the cannotor and you will have to be thrown to the door. Put a knife on it. Hell in hell and open the door. Open the door. Open the door. The heart is not fire. What? How do you win your heart and it was supposed to play for spreading it up? How do you get it in time? If you have the other side of the house, they're all going to be here. I had to have it. How? Yes. He wasn't there. He's a visible being. He's a hoarder. And why? Why tell him I don't understand. Tell him to come back here. Tell him it's a blazing hurt. Tongue, fire, red, yellow, orange, blue. And leaky, high as the head, like the dark night, like a huge magnanimous torch. That's how the roots in the crumbling of the world, of mountains and plains, roars about to fall. But it will all start to freeze to the top and the moment it comes, crash to the ground. Fire, a monstrous, magnificent funeral fire. And in it, he will take it and hear the flame begin burning. He, my prince, is visible being the hoarder. I've been in Hollywood, chased, chased like a mad dog. I want you to do the proper thing that you own when it comes to it. I just know the faces of you. You know what will happen to you, my friend. Darling, you're crazy. You're ridiculous. You think I'm insane, don't you? Where'd you come from? It was a time when I first I was innocent, but now I'm certain I'm not. It's a week before seven days since my husband died. And I haven't felt the fall I've really wanted. I tell you, he was real hellish. This invisible being was real and you were out. Okay. But if that's the case, then you have nothing to see. The doctors will examine you and find you new. All right. I think I can see you have everything to gain, not the real you. You know, what difference does it make? The only thing that really matters is that your whole life is dead. Good. Do you feel... What is it now? No. Never mind. I'll do as you ask. I'll give myself half of it. Could you go down to the lobby and wait for me? I'll only be a moment. All right. I'm going to see you. And you are not dead? No. What's all in there? All in vain. You cannot still try to be. Why don't you go down and join the computer? That's what you want me to do, isn't it? That's the only thing you can do. Okay. Put in one other alternative. I'll make it up to my mind about what I do if you live through that smile. All right. Try yourself. Yes. I will not be what you are trying to make me. I will not be your slave. I'd rather die. I'd rather die than have to die. I'd rather die than have to die. Don't try to stop me! Help! I had two. I had two. Six, three, one, nine, one. You are not dead.