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Suicide of Professor John Stone.

"Apparent fit of insanity while at work with his music"

Where's Harry going in such a hurry?

You seem a bit too interested in him. Listen, you're not...

Don't be stupid.

Move it! What are you waiting for?

Catherine!

'The Hot Loves of a Minor'

Let's go.

That's enough.

I can still see her here with us. Happy, full of joy.

I don't understand how she could do such a thing?

I don't believe Catherine killed herself.

- What about the police? - The police can say what they want.

I'm not convinced.

- And I'll tell her brother too. - When's he arriving?

Catherine was expecting him next week.

Careful with that, guys.

- Richard! - What is it?

- Got enough bottles? - I don't drink like a fish like you!

It's a gift for the best sister in the world.

- When are you going to introduce me? - To someone like you? Never!

Put it down a second.

- What's going on? - Couldn't you have got her a flute?

Come on, I'm in a hurry.

Let's go.

Have they already finished that skyscraper?

That's right, and they demolished a neolithic site to build it!

At least old Nelson's still in his place. At your service, Admiral.

Just you wait, one of these days they'll tear him down to build a car park.

Excuse me, sir.

Put it here.

- Thanks. - Thank you, sir.

- Hello, Helen. - Hello, Richard.

Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not a ghost! Where's Catherine?

Come in.

What's happened?

The police said Catherine was home alone.

Alone with the door closed from the inside.

It's because of that detail that they're calling it a suicide.

But why? What pushed her to kill herself?

I told you, she didn't kill herself, I'm sure of it.

- Then what happened? - I don't know!

All I can tell you is that she was happy to be alive.

I knew her well.

You and music were the only things she cared about.

I shouldn't have left her alone for so long.

She wasn't alone, she lived with me. As you know.

We were always together. Here, at the music school.

- We were never apart, Richard. - Then why did she leave this apartment?

She brought a man here one night.

Something she'd never done before.

There was something about him that wasn't quite right.

That's why we argued the next day.

She said she'd never leave him. So she left.

I didn't see her for a while after that.

Until she called me one morning and we agreed to meet.

She said she felt like she'd been freed from a nightmare.

She finally realised that Boris was a self-centred brute.

She said she'd come back and stay with me, leaving me very curious.

Because she said she had something incredible to tell me.

Does that sound like someone who wanted to kill themselves?

Because she died that very night.

- Do the police know all of this? - Yes.

There's one more thing.

It may not have anything to do with what happened to Catherine.

But it's a very strange coincidence.

I was having harmony lessons with Professor Stone.

Who died the day before your sister in identical circumstances.

The door to his study was also locked from the inside.

Everything you've said was in the investigation.

We also interviewed this youth you've mentioned.

A certain Boris Molders, alias the Romanian.

He had a cast-iron alibi.

And what does your file say about Stone's death being so similar to my sister's?

It's not the same thing, Professor Stone suffered...

from a terrible illness which resulted in an act of madness.

While in your sister's case, we came to the conclusion...

that she killed herself after feeling abandoned by Molders.

But she said she was glad to be free of that man.

Desperate people often say the opposite to what they really mean.

- Well I repeat... - I'm very sorry.

The judge has archived the case.

And the police can't intervene unless new evidence comes to light.

That's not very likely seeing as the case is closed, right?

Goodbye.

Any updates on the King's Road robbery?

Crane?

Sorry, Inspector, but I was thinking that Milford might be right.

The coincidences with the Professor Stone case are unsettling.

When you've reached my age in the police force...

You'll learn that in a city like London the circumstances are so similar...

that it's hard to tell one case from another.

Read this report and give me an update on the robbery.

She hadn't been here long but I really liked her.

I've never had such a lovely guest.

This was her room.

Look at this mess. There's a painter here now.

Your sister was the cleanest, tidiest, guest I've had.

She was a very sensible girl.

- What did she do? - As I told the police...

She spent hours listening to music.

Also when she died, the stereo was playing.

She only went out when her boyfriend came to get her.

- Boris Molders? - Yes, I think that's his name.

He was a strange sort, I didn't like him.

What is it? You're not going to rent my room?

You'd deserve it, given the state it's in!

Okay, I'll make an effort to keep it tidy, are you happy now?

- I'm sorry, I'll leave right away. - Wait.

You can stay if you like.

You know something? I'd like to paint your portrait.

Sorry, but I don't have time now.

What a pity.

What shall I do with your sister's things?

I'll send for them.

- You know where I can find Boris Molders? - No, I'm sorry.

Hold on!

Are you looking for the Romanian?

Everyone around here knows him. He isn't hard to find.

- Go have a look in Mouse Hole. - What is it?

What world are you living in? Psychedelic music!

No, I don't see him.

Wait here.

The DJ says he usually comes around now.

Let's sit over there.

How could Catherine be interested in someone like that?

- Get out of here, buddy. - Why?

- We like this table. - Me too, find another one.

Do we have to make you?

Come on, you cowards!

Get out of here!

I told Madman I didn't want to see you again.

Get out! And you!

That's Boris.

- You've got some skills, friend. - Thanks for the help.

They pay me to keep things in order.

A friend of yours?

No, I've never seen him before.

Let's dance, I'm bored.

What are you going to do?

I'm taking you back home. This is no place for you.

What's wrong?

That's Catherine's brother. He was looking for me.

I'm sure he'll be back.

- Can I borrow your car? - Are you going back there?

Yes.

Listen to me.

I think it's better if you put it all off till tomorrow.

- I want to see Stone's widow first. - Why? Where does she fit in?

Maybe she can tell us if Catherine knew Professor Stone?

He was a wonderful man.

But in his final days he behaved very strangely.

He was irritated and nervous.

He spent all day locked in his room and spoke like he was hallucinating.

I think he must have worked out what was happening to him.

There's no other explanation for it.

- Are these the folders, Auntie? - Yes, thank you.

- Do you want to look at them? - Thank you.

Yes, this is mine.

I'm sorry to trouble you but these notes meant a lot to me.

Not at all, you're not the first student to ask.

- Anything else? - No, thank you, Albert.

Did you remember to take your medicine?

- It tastes foul! - I'll go get it.

I don't know what I'd do without him, he's like a son to me.

I was forgetting, a friend asked me to get her file as well.

- But I don't see it here. - What's her name?

- Catherine Milford. - Milford?

My husband didn't have any students by that name, I knew all of them.

Then I must have got it wrong and she meant the music school.

Milford.

- That's you, right? - Yes, why?

If you want to know who killed your sister, come with me.

We're almost there.

Welcome, Mr. Milford.

Who are you?

I don't have a name.

But they call me Madman.

Even if I believe it's the others who are mad.

- Like your sister Catherine... - What do you know about my sister?

Everything.

Madman knows everything that happens around here.

- Come on, what do you know? - Don't get so worked up.

This will help me see even more clearly.

You know what the Romanian's been saying?

That the police was incapable of figuring out how he killed your sister.

Why are you telling me?

We don't like the Romanian. Right, Prophet?

And if you take care of him then we won't have to.

Because we're against violence.

- Can you prove what you're saying? - You want proof?

Who's got proof? You find it, it's your business.

I'm glad to meet you, Romanian. You and me need to talk.

We sure do. What are you and Madman up to?

Have you come here to tell me that you killed Catherine?

Madman is a son of a bitch and you're an idiot if you believe him.

She was a real hassle and wouldn't leave me alone.

You've no idea what a relief it was when she died.

Stop!

Leave him to me.

Kill him, Boris!

What are you waiting for, you cowards? Go on, kill him!

Let me pass.

Next time I'll aim higher!

This way.

Come, I live here. Don't be an idiot, I just want to help.

Welcome to my palace.

Leave it, I'll do it.

Are you trying to stall me until the Romanian gets here?

Don't be stupid, I don't want to talk about him now.

I really liked watching you beat those guys up.

It gave me such a thrill. I'm serious.

There were moments when I almost fainted.

- Aren't you with the Romanian? - Tonight I'm all yours.

Sorry.

It's the first time a man's rejected me.

Did you have a good look at me?

Yes, a very good look, and I'll tell you you're hot.

You finally say something nice.

So, what do we do?

I'm leaving.

But first I'd like you to answer one question.

- Questions are boring. - You said you wanted to help me.

Go on, shoot.

- Did you know Catherine Milford? - Your sister? Of course.

She wanted to steal Boris from me, but she couldn't do it.

He wasn't interested. She wasn't his type.

Maybe that's why she took drugs?

I bet I can guess what you're thinking. A crime of passion!

Well you're wrong. She killed herself, got it?

I'm dying for love!

Wait.

Leave Boris alone. He's dangerous.

Look elsewhere. He's not involved.

I really am puzzled by what you've told me.

And I feel very sorry for Miss Becker.

But I don't see what it has to do with my uncle's death?

Seeing as there's no doubt regarding what happened.

Yes, because he himself told me he planned to take his own life.

- He said he wanted to kill himself? - Yes, in a certain way.

Before he died he said he was going to listen to the trumpets of the apocalypse.

I didn't give it any thought. How could I have known?

I don't understand why they only stole the notes she took from here?

You think they stole them to destroy proof of a hypothetical murder?

- Don't you think you're exaggerating? - Probably.

But have you ever asked yourself what caused the Professor to go insane?

I haven't figured that out either.

I'd spent some time in Arabia, and when I got back about a month ago...

My uncle was already in that state.

He spent all day locked in his study, and most of the night.

- He'd only see his favourite student. - You mean Harry?

- Yes. - He was always praising him.

Harry was also his secretary. My uncle considered him a musical genius.

Come in!

- Good evening, Miss Becker. - We're sorry to trouble you.

We'd like some information about Professor Stone.

We've met before. Remember? At Mouse Hole.

Yes, I'm the DJ at that cesspit.

Does it seem strange that the Professor's best student could do a job like that?

- No, why should it seem strange? - Because he despised that music.

As you know. But I have to earn a living.

The Professor didn't know. But how could I tell him?

He'd never have forgiven me.

But I also have to eat, just like everyone else.

So every night I'm forced to put on a hippie wig...

and listen to this horrible music which makes my stomach turn!

Sorry. What do you want from me?

Who could have wanted the Professor dead?

No one. He was a good man.

Harry, you knew him very well. Why did he kill himself?

I don't know, I've asked myself the same thing many times.

But why are you asking me? And who are you?

Catherine Milford's brother, who I'm sure you knew.

- I've never heard of her. - Are you sure?

- You never saw her with Boris Molders? - I always see Boris with lots of girls.

I need to dress up for work now.

Please, Harry, are you sure you can't help us?

I'm certain, I'm sorry.

I think we'll meet again. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hi.

- It's cold, can I get a coffee? - Sure.

Hurry up then.

- Didn't you want a coffee? - Later.

- Guess who I brought here tonight? - Why don't you tell me?

- Your friend, Milford. - Dirty bitch! What did he want?

- Let go of me! - What did he want?

Are you jealous?

- What did he want? - I wanted to know what he was up to.

You're lying!

I don't give a damn about you, bitch!

Yes you do.

It's like that man is obsessed with his sister's death.

He'll get you in trouble.

I don't think so.

Harry lied to us.

He knew the Professor and works in the club Catherine frequented.

I have to find out if he knew her. I think he did.

Miss Becker?

Tell your friend Milford that Madman will be waiting for him after midnight.

- He's got something for him. - Who's speaking?

Tell him to be there, it's in his interest.

- What are you going to do? - First I'll go to Harry.

- And then to this appointment. - It's a trap, like the other night.

Yes, perhaps. But I want to go.

And if I asked you not to do it?

- Don't ask me. - At least promise to be careful.

And ask the police for help.

I can't stand the thought of something terrible happening to you.

I don't want to lose you.

Don't worry, I'll be careful.

- Isn't Harry here? - No, I don't think he's feeling well.

- What can I get you? - Nothing, here, this is for you.

- £5? - Yes, to refresh your memory.

Do you remember seeing the Romanian with a girl with a red circle on her forehead?

- Yes, he's brought her here a few times. - Ever seen her talking to Harry?

No, I don't think so.

- Think hard. - Well, I can't say for sure.

- You can ask the waiter? - He's only been here a few days.

Thanks.

Hi!

Look at you! Still playing Sherlock Holmes?

Tell Boris I'll be back.

It's a real pity you're wasting your time with him.

When you could spend it with me. When are you coming back to my place?

If possible, never again.

I can't stand jerks. It's the second time you've offended me.

Don't worry, he did the same to me.

- Mind your own business, you idiot! - As you wish.

If that's how you're going to be.

Mr. Milford!

Have a look around, Sergeant.

- Inspector Crane, remember me? - Right, from Scotland Yard.

- What are you doing in a place like this? - Looking for my sister's killer.

- Given that the case has been closed. - I never agreed with the coroner.

And I personally approve of your tenacity.

But I advise you not to take the law into your own hands.

Anything else?

If you need help, don't hesitate to contact me.

Thanks, I'll keep it in mind.

Well?

- All normal? - Yes.

Even if there's nothing normal about this place.

- Milford? - Yes.

They're waiting for you.

Put that revolver away. It's just a conversation among friends.

- Yes, I called you to make you an offer. - What kind of offer?

We'll get to that soon.

First I want you to listen to him.

Come on, get up. Go on, tell him!

I lied!

It's not true what I told you. I lied to you.

Boris didn't kill your sister.

It wasn't him.

Do you believe me now?

I wanted you to hear that.

I wanted to clear things up between us.

This doesn't prove anything. What's your offer?

Are you sure Catherine was killed?

- Yes, why do you ask? - I think I know who the killer is.

- How much do you want? - £200

Okay, who is it?

Not so fast.

- I'll let you know. - When?

Tomorrow.

Okay.

Don't try to trick me.

That's how you seal a deal.

You gave me a great idea with that story you invented.

Here's your commission.

I'll get my revenge one day.

You'll pay for this, you bastard!

This is Albert Stone. I need to see you.

Someone broke into my aunt's house tonight.

- What did they steal? - I still don't know yet.

All I know is they forced open a window.

There it is. They cut the glass to reach the handle.

The same way they broke into Helen's house.

That's precisely why I asked you to come here.

I'm starting to think your idea isn't as wild as I initially thought.

It's undoubtedly the same person looking for the same thing.

- Are you sure nothing's missing? - I've searched every corner of the house.

- But nothing's missing. - Is that you Albert?

- Who are you talking to? - A friend, Auntie.

Please don't mention this in front of her, I don't want to worry her.

He's an old university friend. How are you feeling today?

You seem in fine form this morning.

That's strange because I slept very badly.

- You slept like a log! - You're the one who slept like a log.

I also had a terrible nightmare. I heard footsteps.

And I saw a woman's face looking at me through the window.

She was staring at me!

That was no woman who broke into my house, it was a man's hand.

- Otherwise, how could they... - Maybe it's not the same person.

There are probably two of them.

Harry broke into your house and an accomplice into Stone's house.

Why are you fixated on Harry? Your imagination's getting the better of you.

- Why not Boris and Fanny? - Because they frequent different places.

- That's true, but... - They didn't even know him.

I'm certain Boris isn't involved.

And I'm sure Harry holds the key to this mystery.

No, you're wrong about Harry. He's shy and introverted.

It's absurd to think that he could do something so monstrous.

Especially when it comes to the Professor, he was very close to him.

So what do I do?

Give up, and accept the police's version of events?

No, not that either, maybe it's Boris who holds the solution.

Boris? Come on, don't talk nonsense.

I'm sorry.

In all this chaos you're the only one who gives me hope.

I need you.

And I need you.

I swear, I never thought that one day I'd love someone like this.

Boris!

You weren't expecting it, were you, Beethoven?

It's nice to receive guests every now and then.

What are you looking for? How did you get in?

Exactly how you left Catherine's apartment just after you killed her.

What are you talking about? I hardly knew her.

So why were you hiding her photo?

With such a moving dedication.

"To my friend, Harry, who loves music as much as me"

- You loved her, didn't you? - It wasn't me, I swear!

Don't deny it!

You liked her, and when I left her you thought it was your chance.

But she hated you! You got it? She hated you!

- Why did you kill her? - Why would I? We were just friends.

Bastard! I saw you running there to kill her!

Stop! I'll tell you everything!

I swear.

It wasn't me, but I know how it happened.

What do you mean?

I don't know if you'll believe me.

It's something so unbelievable.

- Good evening, Mr. Milford. - How's it going, Preston?

Still on leave? When are you sailing?

- I still don't know. - I regret leaving the Navy.

Especially when I remember our voyages together.

If I didn't have a wife and kids I'd jump on the first ship I see!

- Can I have my key? - Right away.

There's also a message.

Always at your service, Mr. Milford.

"I'll be waiting for you tonight at 18 Moon Street, don't forget the £200"

- Boris Molders. - The Romanian? He's in 3A

No! I can't take it anymore! Stop!

- Open the door, it's Milford! - No, I don't want to!

I said open the door!

- Where is he? - Down there, I saw him fall!

- He's dead. - He was still alive when we got here.

He said something but I didn't understand.

He talked about music, I heard him clearly.

He pushed him! I'm sure of it! I saw him go up!

Don't let him get away! He's the killer!

Who else could it have been?

He asked about the Romanian and went upstairs, I heard them arguing.

And after, I could clearly hear that young man's desperate screams!

When the killer was pushing him out the window!

He hits hard, I'll admit it, but if I ever get my hands on him...

He only got away because of the fog, he ran like a hare.

I noticed him straight away.

So tall and arrogant, and also rather attractive.

It's a pity he did such a thing like that. You know what sailors are like!

- How do you know he's a sailor? - He was wearing a Navy uniform.

The Romanian was Catherine Milford's lover.

Her brother, who's never believed she killed herself...

matches the details of the man they've described.

So there's only one thing to do.

Arrest Richard Milford on suspicion of the murder of Molders.

Two policemen are coming up to you.

I said it wasn't a good time but they insisted.

They're taking the lift.

Thanks.

Why did you run away? Now they'll think you really are guilty.

How could I have convinced them that Boris jumped just as I entered the room?

If he was alone when you arrived, then who was he talking to?

I don't know. Maybe he was drunk.

Or he suddenly went mad.

Here, it's good for you.

Listen, you need to make a decision.

Don't you think you should turn yourself in?

I wouldn't dream of it, I need to find out who killed Catherine.

You're convinced Boris jumped out of the window of his own free will?

Exactly.

But there's something strange.

In all three cases there was music playing.

Stone died while he was playing the harmonium.

Catherine was listening to a tape and for Boris...

there was that beggar with the organ.

That's not all.

Remember that Stone said he was going to listen to the trumpets of the apocalypse?

- Yes. - Boris too.

Just before he died, he mentioned that piece of music.

- Good morning, Professor. - I was wondering what happened to you?

I hope you'll excuse me for missing these last few lessons.

- Do you need something? - Yes, I want to ask you a question.

- But I don't know how to phrase it. - Just speak your mind.

Does the expression trumpets of the apocalypse have some musical significance?

Musical significance? None.

It's the title of a strange composition from the 1800s

Strange? Why do you say that?

Because it's a symphony written exclusively for bowed instruments...

and has no parts for the brass section at all.

Can you tell me anything else about this symphony?

I don't remember the author's name.

He was an obscure composer of the Saxony court who ended up in asylum.

But tell me, why are you so interested in this composition?

I'll tell you, where can I find a copy of this music?

I believe there's only the original in Professor Stone's private collection.

We'll come back later.

Wait.

Excuse me, are you Helen Becker?

Yes.

Inspector Crane, from Scotland Yard.

Go on.

May I come in? It's just a small formality.

Please.

Thank you.

- Won't you sit down? - No, thanks, this won't take long.

What do you want?

- You knew Catherine Milford well. - Yes, exactly.

Have you seen her brother recently?

Yes, he came to see me a few days ago.

Did he mention a certain Molders or Boris the Romanian?

No.

- Do you know if he's still in London? - No.

I haven't heard from him.

Well if you do hear anything, let me know immediately.

- Yes. - Good day.

And thank you.

Richard!

- You did well. - You think he'll come back?

I'm more worried about something else; the beggar outside with the organ.

- Are you sure it was him. - I'm sure of it.

Who is he? And what does he want from me?

I don't know, but I think I know what they were looking for in the Professor's house.

So my uncle was referring to a musical composition.

Do you know what he was playing when he died?

No, all I remember is that he had a very old score on the music stand.

It should still be there. We can check, come with me.

It was on the music stand, I'm sure of it.

This one, right?

Yes, it's unmistakable.

'The Trumpets of the Apocalypse'

I don't understand. Who could have moved it?

The person who broke in the other night.

Someone's made a copy. Look here.

Why didn't they just take it?

- They'd have noticed it was missing. - Let's listen to it.

There's something indecipherable here. These aren't musical notations.

It looks like Arabic. Look!

Let me see.

Yes, they're Arabic characters.

"This symphony was composed in Upper Mesopotamia..."

"Under the heavenly and inebriating effects of the divine mushroom"

"Also known as ibogaine"

Ibogaine? I brought it back from Jordan.

My uncle said it was a medicine.

"To those who want to perceive the occult sound of my music..."

"With the help of this drug their brains will hear things..."

"which the human brain would never otherwise be able to hear."

"The cosmic symphony of the trumpets of the apocalypse"

So the Professor subjected himself to the experiment voluntarily.

But not Catherine and Boris.

Someone made them hear the symphony after they drugged them.

Which triggered some sort of acoustic hallucination which drove them insane.

It's diabolical. But who knew all of this?

Maybe someone very close to the Professor?

Exactly.

Harry, for example.

Or him?

I won't tolerate your suspicions.

Aside from the absurdity of your deductions...

If I had any hand in this, I wouldn't have told you I brought the drug.

- And I wouldn't have translated the text. - Don't get too worked up.

We'll clarify that later, but right now I know there's someone who knows the killer.

And I also know where to find him.

- Excuse me, Fanny. - What is it?

Come and have a look at something.

- Well? - We're going to Whitechapel.

Ask her what he wanted.

Give it to me.

Come on, I'll race you!

He wanted to know where old Pinkerton lives.

I lost.

Tonight you'll have to show me you're worth more than Boris.

Let's have a look over here.

Look!

- Where's Stone? - I don't know.

He was standing right next to me.

Stone!

Stone!

Let's get out of here.

Stay here!

Go and get the girl.

- Who is it? - Albert Stone.

You're surprised to see me here, right?

Frankly, yes.

You shouldn't take this personally.

We're all against violence. We hate it.

Believe me, it's the truth.

But Fanny made me a promise.

Do you think that's enough? Or do you want us to keep going?

What do I do with her?

Do you need me to tell you?

Nobody move!

The party's over.

Sergeant, they're all yours.

Get out of here!

Wait.

Don't take this personally!

The party's over. Pity, I was starting to enjoy myself.

Sorry, but you'll have to come with me. You're accused of murder.

It's a misunderstanding, it's Professor Stone's nephew you should be arresting.

He was here and he ran off.

He called you, right?

This isn't the place to discuss it. Please come with me.

You promised to help me?

That was before there was an arrest warrant out for you.

Let me take you to the man who killed my sister.

It's the same man who killed the Romanian and an old beggar who lived in that shack.

There's no time to waste!

I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave!

It's no use denying it, Harry.

My aunt mistook you for a woman when she saw you through the window.

But when she sees you in this wig...

She'll testify that you broke into her house that night.

Never.

I would never have hurt Catherine.

I liked her, because she also loved music like me.

When the Professor gave me the ibogaine I got scared.

But I told Catherine.

She immediately offered to test it.

I gave her the drug and the tape with the symphony which I got from the Professor.

When I heard about Stone's death I ran to warn her.

But it was too late.

I saw her jump from the window.

Then that coward Boris forced me to confess everything.

And you slipped him the drug.

While that beggar outside played the music you'd copied in our house.

And you also killed that poor old man to get rid of any witnesses.

He wanted to blackmail me.

You can tell all this to the police.

Let's go. What are you waiting for?

Open this door in the name of the law!

The symphony of the trumpets of the apocalypse.

There's always a pretext to violate the laws of nature.

But it always ends the same way.

Subtitled Magic & Mushroom February 2025