The Night Walker

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What are dreams?

What do they mean?

What do you know

about the secret world

you visit when you sleep?

Strange figures.

Strange faces.

Creatures that haunt

our nightmares.

Sometimes we watch them,

and sometimes they watch us.

Did you ever dream

of being stared at?

Pursued by evil eyes,

with no escape.

No place to hide.

Have you ever dreamed

that you were flying?

Flying into strange places,

far beyond the worlds we know.

Yes, that's it.

Fly, fly.

Maybe you can get away

after all.

Fly, fly.

No, there's no escape.

Now you're falling, falling.

And they say if you ever

complete that fall in a dream...

you'll be dead.

Yes, there's death

in your dreams too.

Death and blood.

And the realm beyond death,

the realm of eternity.

Do your dreams

foretell the future?

Men have always sought

to understand

the language

of your sleeping mind.

Once they were called

fortune tellers.

Today we have psychologists,

but the dreams

are always the same.

Full of meaning,

and menace and mystery.

When you dream

you wander into another world,

where everything is strange

and terrifying.

A world that exists

only at night.

When you dream,

you become

a night walker.

I like this moment.

I love you.

Please, darling.

Hold me. Hold me close.

I need you. I love you.

Oh please, darling,

don't ever leave me.

I need you.

I love you so much.

I love you.

Hold me close.

- Mr. Trent.

- Good evening, Barry.

- Little brandy?

- No, thank you.

I'll have one.

- I'll pour it for you, sir.

- I'm not helpless, yet.

- What do you look like, Barry?

- What do you mean?

You're quite tall.

About six feet, blue eyes,

hair, black.

Good looking,

very attractive to women.

Am I right?

Is that why it was so important

to see me here this evening?

You forget, I can't see you.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- So am I.

That's the reason

I asked you the question.

What are you getting at?

You're quite

a romantic fellow, Barry.

You'll probably appreciate this.

Where are you darling?

I know you're near me.

I see you wherever I go.

I've had to create

a new world for myself.

A world of sounds.

Oh darling,

you don't know...

It's Irene's voice.

Sounds as if she's talking

in her sleep.

- Yes, hold me...

- Exactly.

Hold me tight...

I hid the tape recorder

in the bedroom.

I love you...

I record everything on tape.

Our conversation, for example.

It's quite touching, isn't it?

I wonder whom my wife,

could be dreaming of.

Someone quite tall.

About six feet, blue eyes.

Good looking,

attractive to women.

You think I'm right, Barry.

Has it ever occurred to you

she was just dreaming?

Same dream, night after night.

Have a drink with me, Barry.

To your health, and mine.

I think my wife is having

an affair with another man.

That's not possible.

How could there be another man,

Irene never leaves this house.

So there must be someone

who comes here.

But you don't entertain.

you don't have visitors.

Nobody comes here except--

Go on, Barry.

Now wait a minute, Mr. Trent.

I scarcely know your wife.

I've only seen her a few times.

You seemed to know her

well enough.

You called her

by her first name just now.

All I really know

about Mrs. Trent

is that she appears

to be a wonderful woman

who is dedicated

to your welfare.

Appears to be.

You've just heard what I hear,

night after night.

Is she just dreaming, Barry?

Or is there another man?

We must be sure. Mustn't we?

Now I have work to do.

Important work.

You and I have no secrets,

do we?

You're not only my attorney,

but my friend.

- I trust you, Barry--

- Step.

Just as I do my wife.

See you soon, Barry.

Just a figure of speech.

Barry, in here.

Thank you for not telling Howard

I was listening at the door.

My husband is a very sick man.

I'm sure you realize this

after his conversation.

We must take

very good care of him.

My job is to handle

his legal interests, Mrs. Trent.

And he pays you well for that,

doesn't he?

Yes, you married

a very rich man.

Would you believe it,

if I told you

that money

wasn't the real reason?

No I wouldn't.

And believe what you please,

I couldn't care less.

But let's get

one thing straight.

You call yourself a lawyer,

alright, where's your evidence?

Would you convict me

of cheating on my husband

just because I talk in my sleep?

Who is the other man,

Mrs. Trent?

Don't you know,

he just told you.

It's you, Barry,

you're the other man.

The two of us

are having an affair.

- This is ridiculous.

- Is it?

My husband doesn't think so.

You're the only man

that ever comes here.

The only man I ever see.

Isn't this romantic?

We're here together.

Just the two of us.

Alone, late at night.

Do you want to kiss me darling?

Oh, I am embarrassed.

I am so sorry.

But don't you see...

that's what he believes.

Everything I do

is under suspicion,

night and day,

even when I am asleep.

Barry.

Barry, do you ever

have any dreams?

- Yes, of course, why?

- Every night?

- No, not every night.

- Well, I do.

Night after night, I keep

dreaming of this young man,

someone I don't even know.

- An imaginary lover?

- Who else could it be?

At first I--

I never saw his face.

At first?

And one night I dreamed I...

I saw him in my window

staring at me.

He smiled.

And for the first time

I saw his face.

The next night I dreamed again.

He was standing in the street.

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