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On the second episode of I Remember Television: two chilling shows for Halloween: a mute carnival clown proves that someone is always watching, and hell hath no fury like a scourned witch.

AIRED: October 29, 2017 | 0:56:02

(ambient acoustic tones)

(upbeat music)

- [Narrator] Now wasn't that nice?

- Hello everyone, and welcome to

I Remember Television again.

And a very memorable episode.

This Tuesday is Halloween

and while many of you may have exciting plans

I think we can agree that few things are more exciting

than some good old fashioned scary television.

Decades before the days of hour long serials

such as Supernatural, True Blood, and The Walking Dead

horror and sci-fi existed on TV

in the form of anthologies.

Such as Thriller, The Outer Limits

and of course, The Twilight Zone.

The show we'll experience tonight, One Step Beyond

offered a unique experience

in that the stories were true.

And by true we mean, false.

But they were entertaining

and in the end, isn't that the real truth?

The answer is, no.

But I do hope you're intrigued now.

Because we're about to begin episode 27 of season two

of One Step Beyond.

Starring Mickey Shaughnessy

from the classic film Jailhouse Rock.

Yvette Mimieux, from the film The Time Machine

and television stalwart, Christopher Dark.

From March 22nd, 1960, The Clown

as I Remember Television, again.

- Is the story you're about to see true?

Well no one really knows.

No one as yet has been able to prove or disprove it.

And so it remains in limbo.

A part of that vast, uncharted world of psychic phenomena

beyond our powers of explanation.

(dramatic eerie music)

Laughter is an international language

and the clown, the prince of laughter.

(upbeat carnival music)

(audience laughing)

He is a universal phenomena.

He's as old as man's culture.

He always has been and always will be with us.

He's the heart and essence of the circus

or the festival, the carnival.

Always the very center of noisy, happy crowds.

(upbeat carnival music)

It's the same everywhere, China, Russia

Germany, Italy, America.

But where does the gaiety disappear to

when the festival is over?

The circus ended, the carnival closed for the night?

What happens to the droll man

in the ridiculous costume?

The carnival grounds are empty now

and the shrill, piping voice of the calliope, still.

The performers in their trailers

are speaking in hushed tones

because something happened here tonight.

Something that was so bizarre

that even the normally superstitious carnie folk

found it almost impossible to believe.

Just a few hours ago

the first shadow fell.

A psychic shadow.

(soft carnival music)

- Hey, a carnival!

- Where are you going?

- You said we could have some fun.

- [Tom] I said if you behaved yourself.

- Well didn't I?

- Come on.

- [Nani] Look, a clown!

(carnival music)

- Look, a clown.

A puddy nose and a grease paint smile.

The man inside the clown?

Anonymous, X, but that doesn't matter

because usually, the only function of the clown

is to make us laugh.


- [Tom] Double rye.

- Now let me see, what am I gonna have?

- You aint gonna have anything little girl

until I see some sort of identification.


- I'm a married woman.

Well I'm his wife.

Look, and of age.

- Well sorry but that's the rule.

- Don't you worry, we all make mistakes.

Anyways, I just want a pop.

- Sure, you know you had me there for a minute

I thought he was your, well.


- What's so funny?

What's so funny?

And who asked you?

Why don't you sit down, I'll bring you your pop.

(light jazz music)

(upbeat jazz music)

Why don't you put up a sign, available?

- Well honey, I didn't do anything, not a thing.

- Oh no, not you, not a thing.

Look at you, look at you.

I'm telling you Nani, one of these days

you're gonna drive me too far, do you understand?

I am so sick of watching you put on

that nice, sweet act.

Listen to me.

- I'm listening, I'm listening.

Can I have a candy bar?

- There you go again.

Every man, every one of them.

What's the matter with you?

Why do you act like that?

Walk like you do?

Be like that?

- Like what?

- Like you are.

- Well how else can I be except like I am?

- You're cheap, you're cheap.

- Insult 1,275.

- I knew it the first time I saw you too.

Remember out there on the road?

Your old man's food stand.

You selling peaches.

Peaches, I said to myself

she's fresh as a peach herself.

Little luck on, wrong.

Wrong, still I fell for it didn't I?

I had to have you.

- Sorry, can I have that candy bar?

- You don't listen do you?

I talk but you don't listen.

- I'm listening Tom, I'm listening.

You want a fudgy or something?

- All I want is that you act decent you understand?

Can't you see what it's doing to me?

- You're getting gray there, and there, and there.

- Stop it!

- That's why you're so mean.

- [Man] Well what do you know?

- Beat it, beat it.

- Oh, the red one!


Want a bite?

- Behave yourself, would you sweetheart?

Act decent?

(soft music)


- Hi.

What's the matter, cat got your tongue clowny dear?

You can't talk at all huh?

Oh gee, I'm sorry.

What do they call that, a mute?

But listen, it's not as bad as all that.

You've got a smile that makes up for a thousand words.

A million in fact.


Oh my hair?

My pretty, soft hair?

I like it too, I sure do.

Maybe I ought not to say that.

It's real nice, like silk.

Go ahead, feel it all you like.

Didn't I tell you it's smooth as silk?


Must be sweet to have someone like you around.

Somebody that never says anything mean and nasty.

(dramatic music)

You're real sweet.

I like you, I sure do.

- You like anything.

I can't leave you alone for five minutes.

I can't trust you for a minute anyway.

Double rye.

- He was a nice guy.

- [Tom] A nice guy.

- He's just a sweet clown, he liked my hair.

You like it, it's soft.

- Would you leave me alone?

Would you get out of here

and leave my wife's hair alone.

- He's just sweet.

- Yeah he's just sweet like all the others isn't he?

- He likes my hair honey.

- He's real sweet, he's a nice clown

he likes your hair.

It's lovely hair isn't it, it really is lovely hair.

There, you like her hair?

Well here, have some.


You can have a piece, now feel it all you want.

(upbeat piano music)

(soft jazz music)


- I look awful without it.


Maybe I could pin it on.

Oh it looks stupid.

It looks stupid.

Elastic band, maybe.


No, no.


My pretty hair.


You're so cute.



(playful music)

You made me feel better already.


- You dirty, cheap woman.

I've had it from you.

I've had it do you hear?

(dramatic music)


(soft music)

- Hey Pippo, the boss is looking for you.

Better get out here with your balloons.

Help, help, somebody help!

The clown's killed a dame!

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not kidding, he's just sitting there

crying like a baby, he's bleeding.

(soft jazz music)

- What, I can't hear you, talk up.

What do you mean you can't make it?

Well what am I supposed to do?

Bust out crying or something?

Oh go fly a kite.

Hi, wanna buy me a drink?

- [Tom] Go away, go away.

- Come on now, is that a way to talk?

- [Tom] Leave me alone.

(soft jazz music)

- [Woman] He must be nuts.

(soft music)

- Nobody opens that door until the police get here.

- But Bugs said he saw the--

- Bugs was shooting off his mouth.

- Yeah but I caught him red-handed.

I tell ya, I saw him with my own eyes.

- I don't care what you saw.

Pippo couldn't do a thing like that.

Anybody knows Pippo wouldn't hurt a fly.

He's big, he's dumb maybe--

- But I saw him.

- He can talk for himself.

When the police get here, he can write down what happened.

- Well that poor innocent girl.

Stabbed with them wicked scissors of his.

I always knew there was something wrong with that Pippo.

- You mind your own business.

Alright, back to work.

Let's break it up, come on.

- Hey.

Look at that dummy, look at his face.

Grinning, just grinning.

As if it was some big joke.

(dramatic music)

(soft music)


- Help, help!


Get him off me.

Please get him off me!

Help, get him off me.

(soft music)

- He was soaking wet.

- Look, a clown.

Pippo the clown.

Yes, usually his only function

is to make us laugh.

It is certainly not to disturb

the secure curtain of reality.

Which hides from our eyes, what?

And if it makes you more comfortable

to consider all that has happened

merely an illusion

well then by all means, you be comfortable.

But the definition of illusion

is that which is unreal.

Now the clown was soaking wet wasn't he?

Now that's reality.

And the clown never left this trailer.

That's reality.

And the prison cell in which Tom Regan

would spend so many years

that is most certainly reality.

But as I said, be comfortable.

In a moment, something about next week.

Next week and every week

we'll be bringing you the personal records

of the rarest kind of human experience.

Man's adventure in the world of the unknown.

That mysterious psychic world

beyond our five senses.

This is your invitation

to take with us that astonishing

one step beyond.

(dramatic music)

- Well there you have it.

Pippo was guilty, not of murder

but of intimidation and of vigilantism.

Or was he?

He couldn't have been in two places at once could he?

We could debate that endlessly.

But we can also agree

that the real monster in this story was Tom Regan.

Abusive husbands unquestionably exist

and perhaps that's the most important purpose

of great fiction.

An escape from the horrors of real life.

Speaking of real life, as much as many people think

they don't subscribe to supernatural theories

it's hard not to harbor some belief in karma

superstition, and a greater force in the universe.

Can curses that people place come to fruition?

At least when directed against others

who have wronged them?

Let's watch one such example right now in episode two

of season four, starring Donald Harron

Torin Thatcher, Patricia Michon

and as always, One Step Beyond's director

and host, John Newland.

From October 13th, 1959, Doomsday.

- Have you ever had the feeling

that you knew what someone was going to say

just before they said it?

Or have you ever walked into a strange room

and had the sensation that you'd been there before?

Well if you have, you've taken a small step beyond.

Now watch a giant step.

(dramatic music)

Do you like ancient castles?

Well this is a very special one.

There are no ghosts who wail or rattle chains.

There's nobody buried in the walls.

But there is something that sets it quite apart.

Something that happened in this very room centuries ago.

As a matter of fact, it is still happening.

- Fetch the physician.

What is this message?

How is Jamie?

- Your son is dying my Lord.

- Dying, how can he be dying?

Jamie, Jamie lad, what's this stupid old fool talking about?

Oh get up Jamie, come!

We'll pull their foolish old beards

and send them running.

Jamie, my lad.

They told me you were the cleverest physician

in all of Europe.

This man has been with me for 20 years.

And yet you stand here, the two of you

in your velvet robes like a couple of scrawny old women.

- I have bled the boy seven times with leech and lancet.

I have used lotions and the medics and plasters.

- If he's dying, you've done nothing.

How could he be dying?

My oldest son, my dearest son.

How could he be dying?

The Black Death could not kill him.

It killed his mother.

It killed his younger brothers, all except one.

My daughter, but not Jamie.

- Yes, he seemed a strong young man.

At first I was hopeful.

- At first I was hopeful.

How can you stand there

and take his death so lightly?

- My Lord.

- Why is he dying?

- I don't know my Lord.

- You don't know?

- At first I thought it was a torrid condition of the blood.

- You don't know?

You calmly tell me he's dying.

And you don't know why.

- My Lord.

- You're a fraud.

- I have treated princes and kings.

- A waste and a fraud.

What are these?

- [Physician] My medicines of course.

- All your poisons.

When you came here 12 days ago

my son was ill, but he wasn't dying.

- My Lord.

- What have you done with him?

- My Lord, I cannot accept such an insinuation.

With my Lord's permission

I will leave at once.

- No, you will not leave.

Stop him, what is this, a plot?

A plot against me?

- No my Lord!

- Because of Jamie, through Jamie

do you hope to get at me.

What have you been paid?

- No!

- Come on tell me, what have you been promised?

Very well, one thing I'll promise you.

The day that Jamie is buried

each one of you will be buried.

- I must remind my Lord

that I am under the protection of the Prince of Padua.

- You are in my castle Mr. Physician.

The Prince of Padua is a long way away.

- But I have done everything I could.

This is so unfair.

- Catherine!


- My lad, rest now.

Now take it easy, take it easy.

- It is delirium, he has called

this woman's name constantly.

I asked the servants

and they say there was a young girl of that name

living in your village for some months.

They say the young man was most fond of the girl.

- Most fond, idle women's chatter.

She was a pretty thing, she had a bright way with her.

But she meant nothing to my son.

- And yet he constantly speaks her name

as he lies dying.

- What has a girl got to do with it?

- I think a great deal my Lord.

Why did you send her away?

- Her father was a wheelwright.

He had completed his business in the village.

He moved on.

- [Physician] Your servants say otherwise.

- And so you would prefer to listen to the servants.

- The boy will certainly die.


I do not wish to be murdered my Lord.

Why was the girl sent away?

- I told Jamie to give her up

and he defied me.

For the first time in his life, he defied me.

- A loving son defying his father.

- The girl had bewitched him.

- My Lord.

- But what are you trying to say?

- How soon after the girl was sent away

did the illness begin?

- I don't know.

A week I suppose.

- Has cursed three days my Lord.

- Well if you know, why do you ask me?

- For almost 30 years I have practiced my arts.

I have cut through the stones successfully

more than a hundred times.

I've cured the plague, even after the carbungers appeared.

I have dug into the skulls of princes

and releasing the noxious vapors and they have prospered.

But my Lord, when I am faced with this.

Mark the way he breathes.

As though all the tubes in his body have been knotted.

I have seen such agony before my Lord.

In the neighbors, in Lassone

in a village near Leone.

Each time the victim died.

Each time I was helpless.

- Why?

- My Lord just spoke the word.

- What word?

- Bewitched.

- Are you trying to save yourself?

- If you think so, kill me now my Lord.

- She's just an ordinary girl.

She's not a vagabond.

She's not a gypsy.

- In the Geneva, I saw two children

aged no more than 10

and of a splendid merchant family

who's acts of witchcraft were beyond belief.


- [Lord] Jamie!

- [Physician] My Lord.

- Oh Jamie.


- It is not his physicians you must punish my Lord.

- Find the girl.

Bring her to me.

- Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar!

- Silence.


- I found her dancing in an open field.

I came upon her suddenly, she didn't see me.

It was a strange kind of a dance she did.

The like of which I'd never seen before.

And as she danced, she laughed

and uttered strange cries.

And then the skies were full of clouds

and it started to rain

and I were terrible frightened.

- I have danced many times, and I was always laughing.

And why not, I was happy.

I was in love and I was loved.

- The maid will remain quiet.

- How could I not laugh and sing when Jamie loved me?

- Silence!

- No matter how many of these witnesses lie

I did not harm him.

How could I harm my darling Jamie?

- Tell the court all that you told me.

- Well my Lord, I...

- You told me she caused all the milk

suddenly to turn sour.

- She did, she did.

She did.

- And you saw imps flying in the air above her head.

- On two occasions my Lord, I did.

- And like all the other witnesses

didn't you see me whirl a cat in the air

and disappear after saying magic words?

- My oldest son is lying dead.

And the witch mocks me.

- Catherine, with thine own hands

thou hast placed thy mark in the black book

of perpetual death.

Thou art a sorcerer and a witch.

Now then Catherine, hear the awesome sentence

of this civil court.

Thou shall be remitted forthwith

into the hands of the public execution.

- No, no.

- To be taken to an open field

100 rods from the castle gates.

There thou shalt be bound to a wooden stake

with leather thongs

and burned.

- No!

- Take her!

- Why did you take him from me?

And now you kill me?

- Take her away!

- As much as I loved him

that's how much I hate you.

If it's true, if I do possess the power you say

I curse you all!

And I curse all that follow you and bear your name.

As Jamie, your first born son died before his father

so will it be in every generation.

- Take her, take her away.

- I curse you, I curse you!

- Burn her!

- I curse you, I curse you!

I curse you, I curse you

I curse you, I curse you

I curse you, I curse you!

- When?

- It's almost over I'm afraid.

- How much longer?

- Who knows, about an hour.

At the most.

- Will?

- Poor lad, well at least there's this to be said.

That foolish superstition is finally being laid to rest.

An oldest son is surviving his father.

The Sunday papers will have to give up

one of their favorite little tales.

- Peter, if you could convince Will of that

it might save his sanity.

- What?

- Didn't you see his face?

- He's very devoted to the Earl.

He's feeling great sorrow.

- And even greater terror.

- Now Harriet, don't let's start that.

- I know him, he's my husband.

He's absolutely certain

that he has less than an hour to live.

- Will's an intelligent man.

- Peter, intelligence has nothing to do with it.

He feels that you've passed the sentence of death on him.



Oh Will darling.

- Leave me alone.

- For heaven's sake Will.

- Why the delegation?

Can't I just be by myself?

- Well you left the sick room in such a state.

Harriet was a little worried about you.

Now look Will, you really can't believe--

- Can't I?

- Will darling, this isn't the dark ages.

It's the 20th century.

- Tell that to Uncle Francis and Great Uncle Peter.

They both died in the 20th century.

- Millions died in the war that killed Francis.

- And thousands died of diptheria in 1906 like Peter.

- Yes, here.

- And I suppose it's just one of those odd bits of chance

that for eight generations the oldest--

- Well it certainly wasn't because some stupid peasant girl

cried out a curse, I'll tell you that.

- Intellectually, I must believe you.

But still I'm absolutely certain

that somehow, within the next hour

somehow, before my father dies

in the very best of health

at the tender age of 28

surrounded by my loved ones and my doctor

somehow I'm going to die.

- This emotion is senseless.

Now look Will, I'm going to prepare a sedative for you

that will put you to sleep for a couple of hours.

- No!

- Don't tell me no, I'm your doctor.

- Will darling.

- Go after him, tell him I'll not take his sedative.

- But darling--

- Do as I say!

- Why, if it let's you get some sleep.

- Can't you imagine why?

Don't you know what wonderful thoughts

are whirling around in my head?

How is young William to die?

A bolt of lightning?

There isn't even a cloud in the sky.

Will he be run over by a train?

Here, in my own house.

Or will the roof fall in?

It's managed to stay up there for 800 years.

- Oh Will, you aren't going to die.

- Or will my doctor make a mistake?

Prescribe the wrong medicine, the wrong dosage?

- Will, you're breaking my heart.


- Or will my darling wife become weary

of her babbling husband

and take a shotgun down from the wall

and put him out of his misery?

- Stop it, stop it, stop it Will!

Oh my darling, oh my darling.

- Tell him no sedative.

And Harriet?

- Yes?

- Check with the airport again will you?

See if you can find any new information

on when Jamie's plane is due.

Little brother Jamie, an Earl at 22.

Not bad eh?

- Oh Will for heaven's sake, stop.

- Of course I do feel a pang of sadness for his first born.

- Nothing's going to happen.

- Perhaps he'll live longer than I did.

How is this possible?

How can I die?



(soft music)

- William, are you alright?

- [William] Go away!

(clock ticking)

- Will?

- I told you to leave me alone.

- Your father just died, it happened very quickly

just a few minutes ago.

There wasn't even time to call you to the bedside.

- How is that possible?

How could it be?

- You see, the curse was childish nonsense.

- I feel...

I don't know.

I feel as if I've just been born again.

I feel as if a ton of rock has been lifted from my chest.

He's dead?

He's really dead?

I can't tell you what these last minutes have been like.

Oh God.

- I know darling, I know.

- I've died 10,000 times in this room Harriet.

Suddenly, everything's alright.

Everything's alright, did you hear that?

Did you hear what I said?

- Oh Will darling.

- My father dies and all I can feel is infinite relief.

- Or you poor darling, you've been through so much.

- He's dead and all I want to say is thank God.


- There now.

There, come sit down.

Sit down darling.

Come on sit down, there.

Don't cry.

Now that it's all over

the doctor can give you that sedative

and you can get some sleep alright?

- Yes, I want to sleep.

- Yes, you sleep.

- Harriet I loved him.

- Oh I know.

- I loved him!

- I know darling, I know, I know.

There now, everything will be alright.

Everything will be alright.

There darling, I'll be back in a minute.

- Father?

- I'm working as fast as I can.

Now just you relax or I'll give you a shot too.

When he wakes up, he'll be alright.

- I hope so, I hope I've done the right thing.

- Of course you did the right thing.

Poor chap's been under strain enough to kill a horse.

(soft eerie music)

- Father?

Father, I didn't want you to die.

It's just, I was so afraid.


Forgive me father.

- William?


(dramatic music)

- I had to, I had to lie to him.

I had to lie to him, he was suffering so.

Oh please God, oh please God.

- And so it happened again.

In 1951, William's younger brother

opened the castle to tourists

who come in droves to see the place

where the first born son of each generation

was cursed by a witch so many, many years ago.

But certainly Catherine could not have been a witch.

Certainly her trial was a farce

and her death a tragic injustice.

But then why has her curse been so effective?

Well, if we want to fall back on our old friend, coincidence

the odds on such a coincidence

are three billion to one.

In any event, James, the present Earl of Culdane

and William's younger brother

has never married.

Curse or coincidence, the Culdane line

will end with him.

A clue about next week in one moment.

Next week, and every week

we'll be bringing you the personal records

of the rarest kind of human experience.

Man's adventure in the world of the unknown.

That mysterious psychic world

beyond our five senses.

This is your invitation

to take with us, that astonishing

one step beyond.

(dramatic music)

- Many times in life

you'll encounter events that some people swear

must represent divine intervention.

Yet others insist on writing it off as coincidence.

Of course there is such a thing

as self fulfilling prophecy.

Would the prophecy in this episode have been fulfilled

had it not been for the very lie told

in order to prevent it?

We can't answer that question.

But hopefully, we stimulated your mind tonight

as well as making your heart pound in fear.

Thank you for watching and joining KVCR

in the celebration of this evening

of an underrated and understated classic television series.

Join us next week on I Remember Television again

as we relive some of the earliest filmed appearances

of a character who has spanned many media, Flash Gordon.

Until next time, when we venture back

to where this magic all began

as I Remember Television again.


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