All language subtitles for the-abominable-dr-phibes-yify-english

Good morning, sir.

It's a damn strange
business, Tom.

A man literally shredded to death
right in the heart of London.

That's the last one.

Bats appearing out of nowhere?

I don't know, it just...
just doesn't make sense.

Ooh, they're nasty-looking
little blighters, aren't they?

Seen them in Mandalay.
Suck your throat dry, they would.

Yeah, well, that's where
they belong, in the tropics.

I mean, not -- not here.
Not in a place like this.

Yes, all right, thank
you very much.

Take them all off to the
laboratory, would you?

Right, sir.

And have them double-checked
for rabies.

Yes, sir.

- Now, Morgan?
- Yes, sir'?

- Where the hell are you?
- I'm up here, sir.

Oh, so you are.

When you're finished up there,

I want you to question
the butler again.

There may be something
he's overlooked.

Very good, sir.

Remember when you were in Scotland
at the beginning of last week?

YES.

Well, there was another surgeon
who died.

- A Dr. Thornton.
- What about him?

- It's was more the way he died.
This...reminded me of it.

He was stung...to death by bees
in his library.

Bees in his library?

That's right.

Before we arrived, the whole place
must have been swarming with 'em.

I've got the file on my desk now.

You should have seen his face.

The whole flesh was a mass of...
well, boils.

- Boils?
- All over. Stings, I suppose.

I wonder if there is
a connection.

Well, I'll go through the file.

God knows what we've got.

Two doctors, both dead.

Oh, don't take him out
like that!

At least cover his face up.

What's left of it.

Good God.

Nobody told me this was a --
a masked affair.

For me?

How very elegant.

But, my dear fellow...

It's beautiful!

I say, jolly fine party, what?

Don't believe we've met.
My name's Hargreaves.

Dr. Hargreaves.

I'm a psychiatrist, actually.

Head shrinker.

I say, would you -- would you oblige?
Some fancy catch.

Much obliged.

Now point me towards the ladies.

Thank you.

Say...

Is that you, Freda?

This mask is jolly tight.

Hi.

Absolutely not.

We're short-staffed as it is,

and you want me
to give you more men

to go charging off on one of
your half-baked theories?

It's ridiculous.

Anyway, medical men die every day.

- I'm aware of that, sir.
- Good.

They're composed of the same
flesh and blood as you and I.

I'm aware of that, too, sir.

I happen to have seen rather a lot
of their flesh and blood

in the past few days.

And another thing.

Suppose the press
get hold of this.

Don't you talk to me
about the press, Trout.

You keep your ideas you've got
to yourself on that one.

Mention this to the press
and you know as well as I do,

given half a chance, they'd whip
up a panic story overnight.

The whole damn place
would be an uproar.

It was not my intention.

It's certainly not mine.

I want no statements.

Can you imagine what they'd make
of bats, bees and...and what?

Frogs.

Exactly.

Why don't you go and reread
"Aesop's Fables"?

Then perhaps you'll come to me
with a rather more pertinent theory.

That's all, Trout.

Look, three men have died, sir,
all in the medical profession.

Does that not suggest --?

No, it damn well doesn't.

There are some very strange people
practicing medicine these days.

Dr. Longstreet.

Mrs. Frawley.

I'm Off.

- You're what?
- Off.

Oh, yes. Yes.

You're sure you don't mind me
having the evening off?

No, no. I shall rather enjoy it.
I mean -- I mean, have a good time.

I've got you some cold brawn.

Oh, that sounds delicious.

I won't be back late.

I'll be back before midnight.

You don't have to hurry.
You won't turn into a pumpkin.

I don't know, though.

Mrs. Frawley!

Dr. Longstreet,
we are naughty, aren't we?

We haven't touched our supper,
have we?

- Oh.
- And what is this?

This? What's thi-- Well, it's a...

Oh, I see what you mean.
Oh, yes.

It's a -- It's a new thing
on the market.

It -- It keeps out drafts.

Dra...

I'm...

I'm Dr. Longstreet, you know.

Who's this?

How did it go, Harry?

It didn't.

It came to a great grinding halt
if you want to know.

All he's worried
about is the press.

Well, they've been
on, of course.

- And?
- I've killed it, don't worry.

We're playing it all down.
I'm sitting on the lab reports.

I don't care
what the old man says, Tom.

There is a pattern here,
a most definite pattern.

- Is there anything in there?
- Well, I've been through the whole lot.

Correspondence, family,
all that sort of thing.

Yeah, well, what does
it tell us?

Well, they have one
thing in common.

If you say they all died mysteriously,
I'll bloody kill you.

Vesalius.

- What?
- Dr. Vesalius.

That's a funny name.
Who the hell's he?

Well, they all worked for him
at some time,

and judging by
the correspondence here,

were fairly close associates.

Good, good, yes.
What else?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I see. You mean to say that
after 24 hours diligent research,

that is all you have been able
to discover.

Well, do we have an address
for this man?

An address.

Oh, damn it all, Tom.
where does he live?

This way.
He's through here, sir.

Ah, I see.
Thank you very much.

Father.

Father, there's someone
to see you.

Inspector Trout.

From Scotland Yard.

Detective inspector.

Good evening, sir.

I -- I'm sorry to intrude
like this, sir,

but it is a -- a very
urgent matter.

And I thought perhaps you might be
of some assistance to us, sir.

How?

Three men...

Three men in your profession
have all died in the past week

in most unusual circumstances.

Inspector...

men in my profession
die every day.

- You have your foot on my pliers.
- I'm sorry, sir.

Thank you.

Do the names Hargreaves,
Thornton, and Dunwoody

mean anything to you, sir?

It's hard to believe.

I'm -- I'm sure of that, sir,

but can you think of anything,
anything at all,

that would relate to the killing
of these three men?

Nothing. Nothing.

Only last week
I was talking to Thornton.

Hello.

Yes, he is.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Hello. Trout.

I see. Where's that?

Yes, all right.
Ten minutes.

Did you know Dr. Longstreet?

You heard a what?

Well, a -- a violin or a cello
or something.

At half past two in the
morning, woman?

- Yes.
- In the street?

Yes, I told you.
Don't keep on at me.

I'm sorry.

Like I said, I heard it.

Then there was
this car door banging.

Well, I couldn't get off to sleep,

so I co-- came down
to find some aspirins.

The door was open a bit,
and as I looked through, there he was.

- And then I rang for you lot.
- And that's all?

Well, that's enough for one night.

I mean, look at him --
all white and everything.

There's nothing except this.

And, uh, that.

Ah, now...

Do you recognize this, madam?

Unh-unh. Fingerprints.

No, it's not mine.

And it's certainly not his.

Well, thank you, madam.
That's all for the moment.

You may go.

We'll come back in the morning
and take a full statement from you.

Thank you, Mrs...

- Frawley.
- Thank you, Mrs. Frawley.

Oh, he was a nice man.

Good to me, he was,
in his own sort of way.

Yeah. You were his...

housekeeper?

Whoever did it
must have been a real pro.

He's as dry as a bone.

That is his bone.

Poor devil, I'll bet he was
still conscious when it happened.

- Do you think it can be the same --?
- Oh, I don't think anymore, Tom.

Ah, this is the object in question, sir.

- Oh, dear me, you've broken it.
- What's that?

It really is incredible
the amount of vandalism

that there is around these days.

I mean, I make something like this,
a thing of beauty and a joy forever --

- Ah, you did make it, sir?
- Yes, of course I made it.

I wish to establish that, sir, yes.

Yes, certainly I did.
That's my mark on the back there.

Good, thank you. Now, can you tell me
a little bit about it, please, sir?

Yes, yes, certainly.

It's one of a very unusual set, this.

- A set?
- Yes.

There's more than one?

Of course there's more than one.
It's a set.

- Yes, well, how many in the set, sir?
- Ten.

- Ten?!
- Ten.

Yes, well, I see.
Were -- Were they all the same?

Of course they weren't all the same.

Do you want 10 amulets
looking exactly the same?

Each of them had a different symbol.

I see.
Well, who ordered the set?

It was a lady.

Oh, a woman, eh?

No, no. A lady.

Yes, I remember the occasion well.

She -- She came in here,

she gave me a set
of working drawings,

she paid half the cost there
and then in cash

and the other half later.

When she returned for them,

she was absolutely delighted
with them,

as well she might be.

That's beautiful craftsmanship,
you know.

Yes.

You don't often get craftsmanship
like that nowadays.

Could I take another look at it?

Now, one more question if I might, sir.

- Yes?
- What did she look like?

- Well, she was a tall...
- Tall.

- Attractive...
- Attractive.

- Young lady.
- Mm-hmm.

She didn't speak much,
as I remember.

But she was, um...

- She was --
- Smart, sir?

Fashionable.

Ah. Yes, sir.

Uh, can you tell me anything else
about her, sir?

No, I don't think so.

Aren't you going to write down
"fashionable"?

- I think I can remember that, sir.
- Oh, good.

No, as a matter of fact,
she didn't stay very long.

And then, of course,
there was the money to be counted.

Yes. Yes.

Well, thank you very much indeed, sir.
You've been a great help.

I'm sorry to take up so much
of your valuable time.

Reasonably valuable, yes,
it certainly is.

- Good day, sir.
- Good day, Inspector Pike.

Trout, sir.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Oh, by the way...

Sir?

That sign,
that mark on the amulet,

I don't know whether
this is of any assistance,

but, uh, it is, I believe, Hebrew.

Thank you very much, sir.

Hebrew.

This is it, sir.

It's a Hebrew symbol for blood.

Oh, I see.

Part of the G'Tach.

- The what, sir?
- The G'Tach.

The 10 curses visited
upon the Pharaohs before Exodus.

- Here, I'll show you.
- Thank you, sir.

They were all ancient maledictions...

solemn curses...

anathemas...

wished upon the Pharaohs
for keeping the Israelites in bondage.

Ah, here it is.

But, uh, all this would just be myth
of course, sir.

- Oh, I think not.
- No?

No.

There is little doubt
that the plagues did occur,

though so distant now
as to seem a myth.

I see. Well, what form
would the curses take, sir?

Oh, such as the curse of boils,

of bats...

- Frogs?
- Frogs, yes.

And the curse of blood...

I see, sir, yes. I see.

Uh, these 10 curses, would they follow
any particular order?

Oh, that is a point

that Talmudic scholars have debated
for generations.

But there is no doubt
that the classical tradition

is the curse of boils, bats,

frogs, the curse of blood,

the curse of rats,

hail, of beasts,
the locusts, of course,

the death of the firstborn,

and then, finally, of darkness.

- Darkness, Rabbi?
- Yes.

The final curse upon the land
to end forever the sleep of man.

My love.

Sweet queen and noble wife.

I alone remain
to bring delivery of your pain.

Severed, my darling, too quickly
from this life

of fires drawn and of memories met.

I shall hold our two hearts again
in single time.

I have prepared a little mathematical
equation for you, Inspector.

These files represent
all of the surgical cases

on which I have served
over a decade.

Some, uh...1,200.

As you know, modern surgery
is all a matter of teamwork,

sometimes requiring the services of,
oh, a dozen or more people --

interns, residents, other specialists.

Quite so, sir.

Now, ruling out all the cases
that are over five years old,

the year that Dr. Dunwoody,
our bat victim,

resumed his practice in London,

that leaves us 37 cases

on which I worked with any two
of the four now-dead men.

A scant dozen with three,

but only one...

just one case...

where I worked with all of them.

Victoria Regina Phi-bes.

I think they called it "Phibes."

Victoria Regina Phibes.
Born November the 27th, 1893.

Married, no children.

Diagnosis,
immediate radical resection.

Well, what happened?

We were too late.

Nine killed you.

Nine shall die,
and be returned your loss.

Nine times nine.

Nine killed you.

Nine shall die.

Nine eternities in doom!

- Very attractive.
- Quite beautiful.

A strange presence even in death.

- And the husband?
- Dr. Anton Phibes.

He was in Switzerland.
We cabled him.

But as he raced back,

his car went off the cliff
and he was burned to death.

Are you quite sure of that, sir?

I know it must be
a tempting theory for you, Inspector,

but they were interred
at the same time

in the family vault
just outside of London.

Were they fond of each other?

They seemed so.
Completely. Completely devoted.

Of course, you realize, don't you,
what your equation proves.

Someone, some madman,

has condemned
the whole surgical team for her death.

I mean, everybody in this list here,
including yourself.

Obviously, you're going to put
the remaining people involved

- under police protection.
- Mm-hmm.

Although, heaven knows from what.

From the G'T ach, sir,
if you know what that is.

Isn't that the, uh...

curse of the Pharaohs?

That's right, sir.
Quite right.

Someone is using
these ancient biblical curses

to kill everyone associated
with the Phibes operation.

But, I mean, the husband's dead,
there's no children,

it all happened ages ago,
so who the hell are we looking for?

There's a young lady
in a spot of trouble, Benson.

See if you can help her out.

Hello.
What have we got here?

Ah. Needing some help, Miss?

Hail, rats, beasts, locusts --
take your pick.

Or there's death of the firstborn
and, of course, darkness.

- Darkness?
- Yes, darkness.

- Coffee.
- Thank you.

On this list of Vesalius,

there are five people
who are in danger.

- There's Hedgepath, Kitaj --
- Oh, it's pronounced "Kit-eye. "

Oh.

Whitcombe, the woman Nurse Allen,
and Vesalius himself.

I've located everybody else,
but so far we can't find...Kitaj.

We think he's somewhere in Europe.

What about the Phibes estate
in Switzerland?

Well, the insurance
and bank accounts were closed

after his death was reported.

- So his money's still over there.
- No.

Two years ago, the bulk of the money
was transferred here to England.

- To whose account?
- I don't know.

But later it was withdrawn
by a woman in cash.

In fact, the whole estate
was transferred into her name.

A woman.

She tall, attractive,
hardly speaks a word?

Right.

Oh, now, I'm very interested in her.

It's a quarter to three

There's no one in the place

Except you and me

So, set 'em up, Joe

I've got a little story

I think you ought to know

We're drinking, my friend

To the end of a brief episode

So, make it one for my baby

And another one

For the road

Over here, Inspector.

We found him sitting off
to the side of the road, sir.

He's quite out of it, I'm afraid.
In shock.

You won't get much out of him,
poor devil.

Well, what happened to him?

- Well...
- Yeah, I see.

- Is that the car?
- Yes, sir.

We traced the owner, sir.
It's a man called Hedgepath.

Dr. Hedgepath?

Well, what's all this?

He's in the back, sir.

It's frozen solid.

A curse of hail
in the bloody middle of nowhere!

Take a look at this, sir.

He worked it off the motor.

He brought the internal temperature

down to at least 100 degrees
below zero.

Mercifully, he didn't feel much, sir.

Like hell he didn't.

Check.

Check.

Huh? Oh!

Well done.

Get up to bed.

Uh, it's not mate, father.
You can still move.

Oh, well, uh,
we'll finish tomorrow, Lem.

Up you go.

You -- You wouldn't like to
hear some --

I'm afraid I'm not
very good company tonight.

You read a little.

I must play to you tomorrow.

Old Darrow put me on to it.
It's a super piece.

Darrow.

You know,
the chap at the music shop.

Mm.

I always thought he was such a bore,
but what a fantastic memory he's got.

Get him talking
about the great organists...

Bridges, Drew, and Phibes,
he knew 'em all.

Anyway, 'night, Dad.

Good night.

Mr. Darrow.

Mr. Darrow, did you know this man?

Excuse me, Mr. Darrow.

Did you know this man?

Sixpence.

Yes, but...

did you know him?

Oh, God knows
what the old chap meant.

He couldn't tell you anything else?

He kept insisting in his strange way

that Phibes has been his patron
for years.

Mm.

And still is.

He didn't tell you what he looks like?

Oh, no, he's blind as a...

Well, he can hardly see at all.

Well, he might not be able to see,

but there's something
I very much want to have a look at.

May I use your phone?

I don't know what
you expect to find here.

I don't know exactly, sir,

but we've drawn a blank
everywhere else.

Fools.

Fools!

They'll have the worms soon enough.

What happened to the money?
The Phibes estate?

Oh, that's an immensely
complicated matter, sir.

It seems he had money invested
all over Europe,

but we're still investigating.

Trout...

where did he get all those degrees?

Ah, that I can tell you, sir.

He took, uh, a degree in music
in Germany at Heidel...

- Berg.
- ...Berg.

and another one in Paris at the...

- Sorbonne?
- Yes.

Uh, now, that was a PhD in theology.

Theology? Hm.

That rather neatly explains
his knowledge of the Old Testament.

The G'Tach, sir.

Open up, please.

Does anyone ever visit this place?

Well, someone has.

Are you sure that...?

Well, here he is.
Anton Phibes.

Right next to his wife.

Let's take a look.

Notice that smell.

ROSES?

No. More like formaldehyde.

Mind your fingers.

Careful.

There. Ashes. Anton Phibes.

Now are you satisfied?

Well, I'm not sure
that I am really, sir.

Now, just think about it.

All this proves is that somebody
was incinerated in that car crash.

Well, the Swiss police
have told us that already.

Exactly.

But suppose
for the sake of argument

that that somebody
was not Phibes at all,

but his chauffeur.

And Phibes is back in London?

Just like the old man told you.

She was not incinerated.

Let's have a look at her.

My love...

my sweet queen...

my noble wife,

severed too quickly, too cruelly,
from this life.

I remain and suffer
to bring delivery of your pain

of fires drawn

and of memories met.

Soon we shall hold
our two precious hearts

in single time.

This one here --
Kitaj or however you pronounce it --

- Schenley's on his way down there?
- Yes, sir.

Crow!
I've been looking for you.

Now, this is most unsettling.

Thank God the newspapers
have been slow

in picking up these stories so far.

Well, we've managed
to withhold most --

I don't proposed to go
into the seriousness of this, Crow,

- but if the press do get hold of this --
- We'd have a disaster on our hands.

What the hell do you think we've got
at the moment?

And if we don't handle this
with kid gloves,

there'll be questions in the House.

This whole thing's
a political time bomb.

Do you realize that?

We're, all of us, as vulnerable as hell.

Especially me.

The men are working
as hard as they can.

That's not hard enough!

Now, Crow, you come upstairs
with me.

- You... What's your name?
- Trout, sir.

Oh, Trout.

I don't know what the hell
you're doing standing there.

- Where's your jacket?
- Um --

You get out there
with the rest of them.

There's a madman out there,
and I want him brought in here now!

And another thing, Crow...

- All right, Harry?
- Okay.

Okay, Dr. Kitaj...brakes on.

Brakes on.

Throttle closed.

Throttle closed.

Switches off.

Switches off.

Throttle set.

Throttle set.

Contact.

Contact.

Well, you should have driven faster!

Faster?

As it was, I got there
a couple of minutes before the locals.

Yeah, but two minutes after the crash.

I was going over 90 miles an hour
through the outskirts of the town.

I thought the damn thing was going
to explode a couple of times.

Whose --
Whose car is it, by the way?

Oh, God knows.

When we got the call about Kitaj,

I came down to the Yard
and got the fastest car I could see.

But I mean, it is one of ours?

It must be. There's a --
a police book in -- in the front.

Uh-huh.

It's gonna need a damn good service
now, though.

A couple of the oil seals have gone.

Hey, you!
What's your name? Pike!

Uh, Trout, sir.

- Why has my car been moved?
- Your --

Yes.

- Is it your car, sir?
- Well, of course it's my car!

It's a very sophisticated piece
of machinery.

It's not to be moved at all,
not even pushed.

- Do you understand?
- Perfectly, sir.

The engine's not run in yet.

Have we located this fellow Kitaj yet?

Pronounced "Kit-eye," sir.

Well, uh, that's a bit
of a long story, sir.

I wanted to talk to you about him.
You see, the fact is --

I'll expect your report in the morning.
I can't wait now.

I say, any more news
on this fellow Pheebs?

Phibes, sir.

Are you in the habit of contradicting
your superiors, Bream?

Well, we are on to him, sir.

But where are you concentrating
the search?

I mean, where was he last seen?

- Highgate, sir.
- Highgate?

Good. whereabouts?

- Well, the cemetery, sir.
- The cemetery?

Yes, sir.
That's where he's buried.

Good. Well done, Perch.

And this nurse?

- Nurse Allen.
- Yes.

Yes, I've got men
all around the hospital.

- Vesalius?
- I've got him covered, too.

And That just leaves that fellow...

- Dr. Whitcombe.
- Yeah, Dr. Whitcombe.

Well, we're gonna take him
off to the country for a few days

if he'll come with us.

If he'll come with us?

I appreciate your concern, Sergeant,

but you must understand

that I owe it to my patients
to be back in London within the week.

Of course, Doctor.

I guarantee we'll have you back here
within a few days.

Let me take that, sir.

Inspector Trout, sir.

I must say,
I feel rather like a head of state!

All right now. Careful, son.

Easy does it.
I think it's a left-hand thread.

Yes, it is.

Shh.

It's coming.

Yeah, pull...

Gentlemen, can't we have
a little quiet in this club?

Pull.

It's brass!

He's cast the thing in bloody brass!

It appears to have been fired
by a catapult, sir.

Oh, brilliant.

Where can we find

two better hemispheres

without sharp north,

without declining west?

My face in thine eye.

Thine in mine appears.

And true, plain hearts

do in the faces rest.

Within 24 hours,
my work will be finished.

And then, my precious jewel,

I will join you in your setting.

We shall be reunited forever

in a secluded corner
of the great Elysian field

of the beautiful beyond.

Seventy men are active on this case,

trying to find a man who,
according to you,

has been buried once.

It's one of Trout's theories, sir.

Well, I don't know
about Trout's theories,

but I've had a bellyful
of Trout's practice.

- Ah, I'm talking about you.
- Sir?

Now, it seems to me
that with immaculate precision,

you've been arriving on the scene
just after the victim's death.

Now, this time, due no doubt
to some organizational oversight,

you arrived there before the crime.

But as I've come to expect
from you two,

that made little difference.

It was still committed.

A brass unicorn has been catapulted
across a London street

and impaled an eminent surgeon.

Words fail me, gentlemen.

- Yes, excuse me, sir.
- Where are you off to now, Trout?

- The lavatory, sir.
- Highly appropriate.

- Evening, Constable.
- Sir.

- Everything quite normal?
- Nothing to report, sir.

Good.

The whole place is completely sealed.
It's as simple as that.

Simplicity isn't exactly
the word I'd use

in dealing with this man, Inspector.

I've got half the Yard, sir,
plus some of the local boys

and a small mobile unit here.

I've got cars all round the place
here, here, and here

and, of course,
some plainclothes men.

So unless he drops in on us
from above in a balloon,

which I wouldn't put past him,

she should be safe.

Supposing...

he's in the building already.

I hope he is.

'Cause if he's in, he can't get out,
and we've got him.

After all, he has killed 7 people
in the last 14 days.

- Dr. Vesalius.
- Ah.

What on Earth are you doing here?

You're not involved in this charade,
I hope.

I am afraid I am, Nurse.

Doctor, these men have told me that
I must not leave the hospital building.

- Now, why me?
- For your own...

Surely that's not right.

- Nurse Allen, please.
- Just what is going on here?

Please, Miss, if you'll be so good
as to to your room,

we'll have your supper sent up to you.

I've already eaten, thank you, Officer.

- Now, Dr. Vesalius --
- Inspector Trout is doing his best.

Now, please,
you must go to your room

and stay there for at least 24 hours.

- Twenty--
- Now, don't say a word, please.

I know just what your feelings are.

Please come.

The police have reason to believe...

And just what do the police
have reason to believe, Doctor?

Uh, do you remember assisting me
in an operation four years ago?

Yes.

Well, in connection with that,
the police have reason to believe

that a...a man
is going to try to kill you.

Kill me?
Yes, uh, within a few hours.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how you expect me
to sleep with all this going on, Doctor.

I suggest you take a sleeping pill.

Good night.

Good night!

There is one aspect of this situation
we have not yet explored.

Oh, don't worry about it, sir.

Sooner or later, he's gonna get
stopped by the oldest snag of all --

human error.

Oh, human error won't stop him.

Why? What do you mean?

He's had years to hide,

to plot this damnable thing.

He's compelling himself to follow
exactly the classic death pattern

of the G'Tach.

It's a psychic force
that holds the man together,

this maniacal precision.

If we could just throw it off,
interrupt the cycle,

then he might be stopped
by his own inflexible standards.

Three curses left.

YES.

Uh, of course, the, um,
the thought does occur,

if you'll pardon the liberty, sir,

that it could be your turn tonight.

I've considered that.

I have a feeling he's saving
something special for me,

that I'll be last.

After all, I was chief surgeon
on the case.

Yes, well, if he keeps
to the classic pattern,

it should be the darkness
for you, sir,

though heaven knows
what that could be.

Have you, um, have you considered
the death of the firstborn, sir?

Well, the fact that
my older brother is dead

should surely exclude me
from that particular curse.

Well, you must just resign yourself
to the fact

that I am going to remain
by your side

until we apprehend this man.

- Thank you.
- Not at all, sir. It...

What about your firstborn?

- Schenley!
- Ah?

Get two cars, take the doctor home,

- put a guard on his house...
- My God.

...alert the local division,
and report back here.

- Right.
- The sergeant will take you, sir.

The back door was hanging off.
The lock had been forced.

Bit of a struggle upstairs
by the look of it.

Oh, the lad's been
taken all right.

Stay here with Vesalius.

I'll get back to Trout.

Poor little devil.

The boy's gone.

Oh, no! Any sign of Phibes?

No, none at all.

We'll go check on Nurse Allen,
and then we'll get over there.

- How's he taking it?
- Vesalius? You can imagine.

Yeah.

Open it.

Slowly.

Soon, Victoria, soon.

But one world to possess.

There to love and sleep again

in our own eternal paradise.

We're doing everything we can, sir.

Perhaps a little brandy might help.

There must have been something
I could have done to prevent this.

Hello?

Who's there?

Nine killed her.

Nine shall die.

Is that you, Phibes?

Phibes?

Phibes?

Eight have died.

Soon to be nine.

Nine eternities in doom.

Phibes, I--I must see you.

Where are you, Phibes?

I must speak...

Phibes!
Where is my son, Phibes?!

The organ plays till midnight.

The large house in Maldine Square.

Come alone.

I'm going alone.

Perhaps he'll trade my life
for my son's.

If you think you can reason with him,
then you're as mad as he is!

- Trout --
- Oh, no, we're coming with you.

We'll break the place open.

Your men have made
very little contribution

to this ghastly affair.

Their presence there could only
accelerate the death of my son!

I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot
allow you to go there alone.

My son's life is at stake!

We shall take every possible
precaution, sir,

but I cannot allow you
to go there alone.

I am.

I am prepared to use force
if necessary!

I'm very sorry, sir,
but you are my responsibility.

All right, all right. All right, Trout.
I'll do whatever you say.

At least there's time for me
to make a telephone call, I hope.

If you're quick, sir, yes.

Your brandy.

I'm sorry, too, Trout.

Good evening, Dr. Vesalius.

I have come for my son.

He will die at midnight.

If you must take a life,
take mine.

I will have killed nine times
in my life, Dr. Vesalius.

How many murders
can be attributed to you?

None. I did not kill your wife.

- No?
- I tried to save her.

With a knife in your hand?

Doctor, I have no faith
in your profession.

I was told after my crash
that I would never speak again.

The doctors were,
of course, wrong.

For as you see and can hear,

I have used my knowledge
of music and acoustics

to re-create my voice.

You don't have to remind me
of your ingenuity, Dr. Phibes.

Where...

Where is my son?!

May I give you one final reminder,
Dr. Vesalius?

You will see your son
under circumstances

which may bring back memories
to you.

What is it you want?

The skill of your hands, Doctor.

I am giving your son the same
chance that my wife had.

You need not be alarmed.

He has already been anaesthetized.

Your wife, no, Phibes,
but you I will kill.

But you can't, Doctor.

I am already dead.

Your son needs you.

Sergeant!

Are you receiving me, Vesalius?

That is an x-ray
of your son's rib cage.

You will see from it

that a tiny key has been lodged
close to his heart.

It will unlock the halter
around your son's neck

and will free the trolley.

If you are wondering why you need
to free the operating table,

then I suggest you look
above his head, Doctor.

In a few moments, acid will
be released into that tube.

It will creep down

slowly, inexorably.

It will take six minutes
to reach the outlet over his face.

Exactly six minutes, Doctor.

Please hurry.

For God's sake!

Don't cry upon God,
Dr. Vesalius.

He is on my side!

He led me, showed me the way
in my quest for vengeance.

Not God, Doctor.

Look to yourself.

Those hands,
those skilled hands of yours.

You can be his only salvation.

Look above your son, Doctor.

Vulnavia,

my work is nearly finished.

Go now.

Destroy all I have created.

Work faster, Doctor.

The acid is descending.

My wife existed only six minutes
on the operating table,

and then she was dead.

You murdered her.

- No!
- Murdered her!

But he will have what
she did not --

a second chance.

Perhaps your hands will shake
and he, too, will die under your knife.

A few remaining minutes
are all you have,

because when the acid reaches him,

he will have a face like mine.

Follow me, men.

Vesalius! Is the boy all right?

YES.

Turn that damn thing off!

We'll need an ambulance for Lem.

Well, what about...?

Oh.

Right!

The two of you get downstairs
and bring that boy up here.

The rest of you,
keep searching the house.

We have got to find Phibes.

Oh, where the hell is he?!

Where the devil did
this come from?

Well, what comes up must go down.

Brilliant.

Ah-ah, no. Don't touch it, sir.
Much better to leave it to us.

Never know, it could be a trap.

He's gone.
Vanished.

That's bloody impossible.

That still leaves the
final curse.

Darkness.

Well, he'll be working on it.

Wherever he is.