All language subtitles for The Medusa Touch (1978) 720p EN

[tv chattering]

[TV Speaker:] ...and now they... probably that they're about to lose radio contact on the far side of the moon.

[tv chattering continues]

[tv distant radio speaking] OK... Let's make sure that we don't do anything that's going to blow our CSM...

...electrical power with the batteries...

...or that will cause us to lose the main for the fuel cell no. 2.

...keep the 02 and...

[TV Speaker:] Despite the gravity of the situation
the flat American voices

...retain their matter of fact tone
that has characterized so much...

It's unlocked,

come in.

I thought you'd come, just a moment,
I-I don't want to miss this.

[TV Speaker:] There's something coming through.
It's a response...

It's a response from Ferguson, Commander Ferguson responding to control's last suggestions.

[TV distant radio chatting:] We're down to 10 miles, Geoff.

I'm trying to lift these (...) circuits in the computer...

There's still no response from the Control.

Understood, 6. We still show no fault here.

Keep your finger on that switch.
We're still searching.

- we read you...
- I've poured you a drink.

Thought we ought to be civilized about this.

[TV Speaker:] And those were the lost words,
they've lost radio contact.

Achilles Six,
the Mission that was to inaugurate

man's first permanent station on the moon,

is locked into an orbit
that unless some miracle occurs,

will produce
the first American disaster in space.

Ah...
A response at last.

[TV continues chattering]

[TV Speaker:] In a strange way, those brave men in that
tiny craft have become a family to us all...

[Subtitles by Seth Krn3ll]

About two hours, I'd say.
He's still soft.

When it comes to violence,

there really is a common market.

I wouldn't spoil your breakfast.

Oh Jesus!

Talk about beating somebody's brains out.

He was a writer.

Is that what you do with writers in England?

Please would you...

That's the first one I've ever had.

First what?

Writer. It's what you might call
a turn up for the books.

Sorry Sir

What did you find?

The men next door reported to the Night Porter
The porter found the body and called us.

Let's speak to the man next door.

Sergeant Duff.

Was the TV set on when they found him?

Yes sir, it was on when I came in.

Hello

I saw the door standing open,
it isn't wise these days.

I called the Porter.

You didn't see the body, Mr. Pennington?

- Did you know Mr. Morlar well?
- I didn't know him at all, We were just neighbours.

- Very British.
- I am British.

Any visitors, girlfriends?

- None that I've seen.
- Boyfriends?

No. He may have been strange,
but not that way, I think.

You would know if he had any visitors, wouldn't you?

What d'you mean?

I mean I can hear your TV set distinctly.

Which means, you would be able to hear anything in here

like laughter, argument, loud noise. Uh?

Not if my TV was on. It drowns the noise, you see?

Yes, I see.

How did you discover what happened then?

I took my milk bottles out
during one of the commercial breaks.

His door was wide open.
I called the Porter.

Did you miss any of the programme?

What about your wife?

- My wife is dead.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr. Pennington.

What do you drink, Mr Pennington?

Beg your pardon?

Whisky. A drop of whisky. Why?

No reason.

Television will be the death
of crime detection.

- How's that, Inspector?
- No one hears anything any more.

Could I speak to the Porter now? Please go.

Listen.

"There are more tears than smiles.
There is more sea than earth.

One day the insupportable grief of mankind
will sweep over the land

and an ark will float
on that liquid expression of misery".

What do you make of that?

I'm not much on modern literature, Sir.

Well...

He's turned his TV off,
we've made some progress here.

[rattling breathing]

It's not possible...
I mean he's...

Ssssh!

[rattling breathing]

My God.

Call an ambulance quickly
and alert the hospital.

How we fight against it...

They're busy, Jumbo crash.

Oh, this is Sergeant Hughes,
he'll be on the first shift.

- If he speaks one word, I want it.
- Yes, sir.

The Porter?

He claims he came up when Pennington called
and found the man dead.

He ran back down and called us on the phone.

Any reason not to believe him?

None I could see, but I'm having him checked.

- What about visitors?
- Said the same as Pennington, he didn't have any.

He had one tonight.

- Zonfeld?
- He never heard of him.

Pick me up in the morning at 9.30

As soon as they'll let you in there.

So the TV wasn't on when it happened?

Apparently not.

Anyway, the Porter said he turned it on while he was waiting,

because, you know, the astronauts
had gone behind the moon...

- ...and there was still a chan
-Yes, all right,

- ...but we can't put him to the guillotine for that.
-No.

- Were there any prints?
- No, not really.

They were too smeared on the statue.

The only clear prints on the TV
were the Porter's.

Just when I thought
I was going back in peace,

It begins to have the smell
of one of those cases.

I don't know, Inspector, we found Zonfeld.

It's only been 12 hours, it's not bad.

Look, here we are, number 44.

- Dr. Zonfeld, please.
- First floor, end of the corridor, on the left.

Thank you.

Oh, merde!

- Good morning.
-Good morning, I am Inspector Bru...

Oh yes inspector Bronnel, I told the Doctor you'd called.

- Brunel
- Brunel, sorry.

Doctor? Doctor, Inspector Brunel
is here to see you.

Terrible, isn't it?

- There aren't many Zonfelds in the directory.
- No.

- You're French.
- Yes.

I hope Mr. Morlar isn't in any trouble.

Dr. Zonfeld will see you now.

Thank you.

Oh

I... I expected a man.

I'm sorry, I had no way of knowing.

And I expected an English Inspector.

Well, in Paris right now, a Frenchman
is confronting that English Inspector

...with equal surprise.

Ah, I see.

Yes, we're trying to acquire
each other's weaknesses.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

I'm calling about John Morlar.

Yes, my secretary explained.

May I ask, Doctor, if your relationship
whit Mr. Morlar...

...is personal or professional?

Oh, purely professional, Inspector. He's a patient.

He was found in his flat last night.

Dead?

Not quite, but he had been badly assaulted.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

...but I assume he'll be all right then.

He will never be all right again.

Now that's tragic.

No one seems to know much about him.

Well... I know a good deal about him.

But he had no enemies that I know of.

No friends either.

- That was one of his problems.
- he must have had one enemy.

Well I can't see that that follows,
a man may be attacked by a perfect stranger.

There were two glasses laid out.

One contained brandy and one whisky.

Well, how can I help you?

Why did he came to you?

I have a gift for disaster.

- You seem to have survived it.
- I don't mean for me, I mean for others.

And have you come to me to confirm this gift

...or to assist you in repudiating it, Mr Morlar?

He had delusions.

Most patients come because they feel
the world is too much for them.

Mr. Morlar felt
he was too much for the world.

In his case it began when a nanny he hated
died of measles.

He believed he caused it.

She was an Irish bitch, priest-ridden,
rosary-raked

and in desperate need
of the consolation of the damned.

...get you hence,

the Lord will no more dwell among you.

You will wander as orphans.

But Lucifer did not triumph

for the Lord is mighty and terrible

and in his wrath
he poured his fury out like fire

tormenting the wanton,

searing the flesh of those
who dwelled in iniquity.

He led the wicked into darkness.

Night after night she filled me with

visions of the blood red hell
she longed for on earth.

Until one night, boiling with measles,

I closed my eyes and prayed to the Devil.

"Dear Lucifer,

let her burn in hellfire

...as you're burning me".

Next day she took to her bed and died.

He was a writer, you understand
so his descriptions tended to be a little...

...lurid.

It would hardly get him arrested.

But... there were others.

Yes, yes. Unfortunately his delusions were reinforced.

It was a dreary place with seedy hotels

with names like "Atlantis" and "Fairview" and "Welcome"

John!

and mother was much like the hotels.

a decade past her prime, a lot of paint covering the worst cracks

a pathetic pretence at being better than she was.

John...

...will you make yourself useful for a change? Fetch my parasol

Father sported a moustache,

a blazer and the title "Major"

acquired from a reserve regiment
when England's need was at its greatest.

But he was no match for her.

You scuff those shoes,
you'll go to school in cotton slippers.

Oh my God, I don't know how we came
to have such a dreamer.

Mother: He's not like anything as far as I can see,

...with those fish eyes
and that stupid mouth, half open.

I wouldn't mind if he saw things.

Now you're too hard on him,

he's naturally introspective.

Don't try and muddle me with long words,
Henry Morlar.

He's a born fool

and I know where he gets it from.
And that's an hereditary fact...

Come away from there, you stupid little...

- Henry, can't you control him?
- Get your hands off that.

- Oh let him enjoy himself.
- Are you taking his side against me?

How am I supposed to do everything myself?

Serve the lunch, pack it away again.

Ever since I've had that child...

John, get over here, help your mother.

Had you played with the brakes?

No.

You didn't yell, you didn't try to warn them?

When I saw them from that hotel window,
I knew it was...

...inevitable.

- Are you sure that isn't an excuse?
- A simplistic interpretation.

If it were the only incident, that may be valid.

- But there were others?
- Several.

All equally inevitable.

I felt them to be.

And he's carried that kind of conviction with him,
right through his life?

Yes,

...Yes, I would say that that's one way to describe it.

Doctor? Doctor, Mrs. Harrison's here to see you.

I'm sorry, Inspector, I have a patient now.

- I-If I can be of any further help...
- You can.

I want to hear those other incidents.

If he believed he was involved in disasters

he may have convinced someone else too.

And they sought revenge.

I hardly think so.
Most people are very sane about delusions.

It's only the deluded themselves
who take their stories seriously.

I could come at 6, after you've finished.

Tonight?

There's a murderer or at least
an attempted murderer somewhere in London, tonight

And I would like to find him.

Well, I'm meeting someone for dinner.

All right, Inspector, 6 o'clock.

Thank you.

hem...

Does "West Front" mean anything to you?

He wrote it in his journal,
next to your name.

No, No I don't know what that could mean.

Thank you, Doctor.

Excuse me!

- Please, try to keep the corridor clear.
- Sorry.

- Anything?
- No, Sir, he's... he's hardly alive.

I've met a Doctor Johnson, is he here today?

I think so Sir, they're all pretty busy

and whole a bit unhappy about the bed
being tied up.

- See, it doesn't seem as though...
- Oh Wait, there he is.

We'll have to have more plasma.
Call Leeds and try to get McManus there immediately.

Give them the full list of casualties.

Oh, Inspector Brunel,
what a pain in the derriere you're being.

White, separate the children's figures,
that'll get McManus.

It's a waste of time,
we can't really afford that apparatus.

A waste of your time too.

- If We could Get one word from him.
- The jaw's off its hinges, man

...he couldn't form a word even if he was sensate.

He could write one.

See that?

That's his pulse.

Now look at that...

...and you'll be watching a miracle.

That's the EEG, his brain.

It shouldn't be working at all
after the way it's been smashed.

Crazy

The brain's a power to itself.

But I'm warning you Brunel, when that brain stops screaming,
I'll need that bed badly.

Stay by him and keep
your pad and pencil ready.

Yes Sir.

It's all right Inspector, the Assistant Commissioner
just wants a word with you.

Sorry Brunel,

Your office said you were on the way
to his publishers, I just wanted a word.

Always your privilege.

- Morlar.
-Yes Sir?

Are you on anything else?

Yes, Sir, there was a knifing in Clapham Common.
- Drop it.

We want to know who did it, Brunel.

So do I.

Of course. I'm glad it fell to you.
We wouldn't dream of taking you off it.

Why don't you go and chat
in Piccadilly Circus?

...You'd stop a bit more traffic there.

Is there something I ought to know?

No, just keep me informed.

He was a brilliant writer
and his last few books were the best.

- What were They about?
- Evil and the power.

He had the gift for tying one to the other,
but nobody wanted to know.

Their copies always sold,
but somehow they never got reviewed.

Could he have made enemies
with what he wrote?

You'd better read him and see.

Since no one paid very much attention,
I doubt they inspired murder.

Yeah, it's funny,

there was something about him,
something very private,

very intense, a little menacing.

If I'm honest, I'm not surprised somebody
tried to kill him, but I couldn't tell you why.

And... his personal life?

I'd be surprised if he had one,
he was so self absorbed.

In all the times we met,
I can only remember one moment

that didn't have to do with business.

Oh, I've read your whole manuscript at all

Very exciting.

I love your satirical dissection
of the Prime Minister.

But there's this other bit that worries me.

- It's God who should...
- God itself should stand at the bar of public opinion.

That almighty enemy of evil should face
the jury of his victims,

the helpless, the hopeless deformed,
the despairing.

It's a little strong.

I'm not responsible
for what my characters say.

Colby's despair entitles him
to taunt that celestial non-entity.

Well, but your readers won't see it that way,
they'll say it's you.

I can live with that,
I've known despair too.

As you say. There was this...

...another section I wondered about.

How incredible!

..John?

wait-Just a-a moment, I think we ought to...

They sat there for over 3 hours.

They were still there when I left at 6.

Did you mention him the next time you met?

No. No, somehow you didn't intrude
where Morlar didn't want you to be.

And the tramp, do you remember him?

- could you describe him?

Hem, not really.

I'm slightly myopic.

Thanks for your help.

I'm sorry, it's... just the only
personal anecdote I have.

For the state he's in he must have
a bloody good reason to stay alive.

"I cannot live alone with this knowledge.

What is more I can't die with it.

It's the terrible beauty of a cleft stick.

Either end can beat you to death.

God and gentle Jesus are now the in-thing.
Mouth pious nothings,

and then grab the biggest fee you can.

No sign of L.

The walls of Jericho fell
to the power of thought.

So what is the meaning of impossibility?

Zonfeld, if only she knew".

You'll go blind, Inspector.

We've been sifting through the tenants,
it's a blank draw so far.

Only one woman ever spoke to him
trying to get him to join the Tenant's Association.

About it he said: "Don't bother me again with your
Middle Class crap" and closed the door.

I'm learning to admire the man
more and more.

What, even his collection of pictures?

Look at Medusa over there,
well she's not very pretty, is she?

She was a monster created
to do battle with the Gods.

She's supposed to turn you into stone,
not look pretty.

Come, I want to show you something.

- What's the word from the hospital?
- the same.

Look, I would like an extra crew to check
the working tenants tonight.

Anything suspicious: I want it all on paper.

Will they give us the personnel for that?

They will.

Look at this.

Floods, tornadoes,

earthquakes, massacres,

riots,

killings, murders, air crashes,

famine... nothing but disaster.

He has reams of them
going back across the years.

- It's morbid.
- Maybe.

But when you see all them collected like this
you realise how much disaster we live with.

How far did he get?

The atom risk at Windscale,
The B.1. Bomber crash,

the American submarine.

The last is the Jumbo business here.

Pity, if he'd lived a little bit longer,
he could've pasted in the moon shot.

There's no end to disaster, Sergeant Duff.

Whenever he died,
there'd always be another.

- So what's the point?
- I don't know.

I thought perhaps you'd come up with something brilliant.

His death will be a disaster.

Perhaps he wanted to get into this scrap book.

Not bad, perhaps.

Please, get Rogers to send the rest of the journals
to my place.

With those and his novels
I have a lot of reading to do.

- How did It go with the psychiatrist?
- I'm seeing her again.

Now.

At least I'm getting an idea
of what the man was like.

- Her?
- Yes, "her".

Not your type.

I want to be all the help I can to you, Inspector

but I've been through my notes on
Mr. Morlar and I can't find anything

that would prompt someone to
assault him the way you suggest.

And tonight is... it's very important to me.

I will be brief.

Do you know who "L" might be?

In his journal he has written:
"No sign of L".

Does that mean anything to you?

No...

No, he never referred to anyone that way.

- He seemed fixated on disasters.
- Yes...

Could any of the other incidents Morlar
felt responsible for...

...be called disasters?

Well... yes, one of them could be described that way.

- Were there any deaths involved?
- Yes, a few.

A few?

Was Morlar blamed for any of them?

Oh, yes, he was under suspicion, yes.

May I take my coat off, Dr. Zonfeld?

Parsons.

Since your first name is Walter

and your father is allegedly
an expert in finance,

perhaps you'd care to contribute.

Yes Sir.

That is... The F-F-First Crusade in... i-in...

I have given you a clue, Parsons.

As the exquisite torture went on,

I chose to watch the scarlet leaves

...being tossed by the grey gusts
of the autumn wind.

I took myself out of the arena.

...was led...
...by Walter the penniless...and...

Oh, do sit down, for God's sake,
you make me quite ill with your retchings.

Retention of facts, that is...

Morlar?

Morlar?

Sir?

Can we assume that you are with us
in body if not in spirit?

Yes, sir.

And what is that supposed to mean?

That your assumption is correct, Sir

I was watching the leaves.

Get to your feet.

Are you deliberately trying
to make a fool of me, Morlar?

I'm sure one can only
a fool of himself, Mr. Copley.

Silence!

That's very interesting.

It appears we have a philosopher in our midst,
watching the leaves.

Well, I'm gonna assist you in your philosophic bent.

After chapel you'll go out into the grounds

and you will pick up exactly 1149 leaves,

which number, as you doubtless know,

represents the terminating date
of the Second Crusade.

- Yes Sir
Then you'll bring those leaves to my study
and we will count them

and if I find one leaf more or less,
I will trash you, Morlar.

I will trash you so that you'll remember it
for the rest of your misbegotten life.

Out of my way, boy.

Well

Your leaves, sir... 1149.

This won't do, Morlar.

These leaves are wet,

I can't have them soiling my carpet.

- go and dry them.
- Yes, sir.

How dare you look at me like that?

Get out.

Get out!

One master and 4 boys

died in the fire.

The master was the one who had made him...?

Yes. At the inquest the whole story came out.
Morlar admitted he left the furnace door open,

...that was seen as the cause of the fire.

No one believed it was deliberate.

- ...he was exonerated of all blame.
- Even by the parents of the boys who died?

That I can't say.

Well, you've given me my first lead, doctor.

- I'm grateful.
- Good, glad I could be of some help.

What did Morlar feel about it?

When I looked Copley in the doorway,
I knew he was going to die.

What about the 4 boys?

They're one of the reasons I'm here.

- Did you set fire to the building?
- I didn't set fire to my school.

I did not touch the brakes my father's car.

Therefore?

Therefore must be something else.

And, was there something else?

What else... could there be?

That's right, the south of Kent. Yes.

Yes, I would like you to get the names
of the boys who died. Yes...

...and then I would like a biography of their families.

Who's living, what they're doing, where...

I know, I know it's late Sergeant, I know.

May I suggest you start
tomorrow morning early.

L today.

They blast off tomorrow.

One of them said:

"I'm just an ordinary fella
doing a job"

...and other finger-licking nausea.

They are worried about cracks
in the West Front.

We shall see.

Coming.

Telekinesis.

Yes...

Oh, Sergeant Duff, come in.

I think I've found something.

So have I.

Two of the neighbours say Pennington felt

Morlar was responsible
for his wife's death.

- How Did she die?
- Apparently a suicide.

Morlar did have the habit of making himself
responsible for such things.

But that one, Pennington...

would he have the nerve to kill?

I don't know.
Maybe if you loved your wife enough.

Neighbours. People should mind
their own business.

- They were trying to help, Mr Pennington.
- They weren't trying to help me.

I hated him, I never tried to kill him.

Of course not, but the more we learn about Morlar,

the easier it will be to find who did it.

He'd deserve to get away with it. He would.

You ever see Morlar's eyes?

A man can't be done in because of his eyes.

Maybe some should, the Church says
there are demons in some people.

And there are.

Tell you straight: my Grace would be alive today,
if it hadn't been for him.

- He killed Her?
- He didn't take a gun to her.

There are more ways than one of killing a cat.

What exactly did he do, Mr. Pennington?

It was because of the fish, you see.

Fish?

Fish.

Look at it it's rotten. How can you pay money
for something that's diseased and rotten like that.

I looked it over carefully, Grace.

It's not rotten, it's just the light in here.

The light has nothing to do with it.

It is bad, foul, look at that colour,
it's - oh, it's disgusting!

- It's dead. All fishes look like that when they're dead.
- I'd like to know what that fish died of.

It's probably full of mercury and lead
and every poison in the sea.

It died like any other fish,
I'll make a little parsley sauce.

If you want to poison me,
don't try to disguise it.

I'm not trying to poison you, it's good,
The fishmonger won't...

Mr. Miller? He sees you coming, you fool.

I won't eat it. I won't take a...

...bite until you eat it first.

All right, all right.

Now for heaven's sake, stop panicking,
we'll eat something else.

God I planned this meal all day

and then you bring home something like that full of infection.

I don't know if I can and how I can go on.

Keep your voice down.

How can I when the TV screaming all the time!
You worry more...

...about the neighbours
than you do about me.

I don't. Look, I've wrapped the bloody fish up
and thrown it away.

Now, please, take a pill and calm down.

Take a pill.

Oh God, you and that Doctor!

I don't know why I go on,
I just don't know why.

I'll open a tin of ravioli,
it'll be all right.

God I'd rather die

I'd rather get it over with
before you kill me.

- Stop talking like that.
- You wouldn't care, none of you cares.

- I've a good mind to jump and make it over.
- For God's sake woman, jump.

Grace?

Grace?

- Was Morlar always a writer?
- No, he began as a lawyer.

Poor devil.

I glance through the paper every day
to see whether he's still with us.

- A medical wonder, they say.
- he has a great will to survive.

Well, there we are, life and death,
damn funny things.

What do I know about him?

He was my junior, for a time.

Just another ordinary young hack, but
trying to make his way to an odd guinea.

Never had a great deal to do with him,
little in common.

Not even the law.

It's heart wasn't in it and that's
death in any profession.

He married not wisely,
but too well connected,

that probably didn't help.

What kind of person was he?

Very withdrawn sort of fellow.

Had the most disconcerting eyes.

One could never return his gaze
in conversation.

Somehow made one feel guilty.

Do you know why he left the law?

I thought that you knew,
thought that's why you'd come.

No, I didn't know.

Yes, Mr. Morlar, may I suggest you be brief?

Barristers' first windings up tend to be
rather more generous of the Court's time

than is strictly necessary.

My lord, The chief villainy
of Mr. Lovelass's pamphlet

lies in his open admission
that he would do what he could

to make the world saner, and more

...humane than the world we live in.

His phrase, not mine.

He made curbside speeches.

- He even wrote certain politicians and so called princes of the...
- Mr Morlar!

Could you bring us to the charges?

My Lord,

the prosecution makes much of the Defendant's

professed wish to see the lmperial War Museum destroyed.

"Why", the Defendant asks,
"do we send bus-loads of children

to gawk at that collection of tributes
to authorised murder?"

A crime?

Look.

Look at this venerable courtroom.

We're supposed to be civilized, ain't we?

yet we do shove innocence
into that chamber of horrors,

stuffed with pain, and mutilation and death
and say:

"Look children, this is what put the great in Britain".

But where in that asylum of grotesques

do we find framed the armament
manufacturer's cheque book,

together with Grandpa's pissed pathetic medal
and his artificial leg?

I for one am with the Defendant.

If I knew how,
I would blow the bloody place sky high.

For which thought, if memory serves
the Prosecution argues,

if a man can be so scathing

about our bloodied militaristic past,

what is he not capable of?

I will tell you,
ladies and gentlemen of the Jury.

He is not capable of a non-event.

There was no bomb, no threats,
no conspiracy.

You know it, the Prosecution knows it,
I know it,

the Judge knows it.

It is not the Defendant
who should be on trial here,

but a besotted establishment

who can cheerfully send
a generation to slaughter

in the name of war
and yet has the audacity to bring

a hapless fool like Lovelass to trial
for uttering

words.

There was no crime,
therefore there can be no sentence.

My Lord.

Some good points of course,

but McKinley was the wrong man
to give them to, especially in that way.

He instructed the Jury. Got a verdict

and passed sentence.

It is plain to me that you deliberately sought
to attack the law with violence.

The only fit punishment
is to remove you from society.

I therefore sentence you

to a period of imprisonment of 9 years.

Take him away.

May I guess what happened next?

As Morlar stared at him,
the Judge grew pale.

Exactly. On the nail.

And later something happened to him.

In his chambers, an hour after the trial,

died of a heart attack.

The Coroner asked if there was anything

to account for look of terror on his face.

- What's on your mind, Inspector?
- It's what's on that mind.

that worries me.

I've honestly never seen anything like it.

And then the thing is, it seems to be struggling harder.

I have been reading his journals,

he talks about telekinetics.

Fairy stories or anything to it?

The power of thought to influence matter.

Well, the Americans have done a lot of research in it.
The Russians too.

They have a girl who can apparently
think a chair across a room.

In America there's a man who can think
pictures onto film through a lead plate.

All I know is, our ignorance is so great,

I keep an open mind.

Well Inspector, we've traced these experiments
in telekinetics and mental powers.

The first one is fairly familiar,

It demonstrates the power of the mind to dominate pain.

It's in the tradition of lying on spikes
and walking on hot coals.

This second experiment is much more interesting.

The boy's head is linked to a kind of scoreboard.

The power of his thoughts

can turn on lights and ring bells.

This film is one of the most famous
of telekinetic demonstrations.

Kulagina is just a Leningrad housewife
and grandmother.

Over 40 high ranking scientists

examined her for hidden magnets,

wires and other artificial aids.

There were none.

They could give no explanation
of her powers to move objects.

Lastly and the most dramatic.

This young history teacher

is going to try

to will this sheet of glass to shatter.

[Morlar Voice:] To build a cenotaph,

first choose a million victims.

You know, Duff, I'm beginning to wonder
what we're chasing,

victim or murderer?

It's a string of coincidences.

Oh I can see how it gave blood nightmares,
but every single one is explainable.

- What do you think he wants?
- Conclusions.

To tell me I have 2 months left in England

and I'm wasting too much time on a man
who isn't even dead.

Meanwhile let's find Lovelass.

Morning, Sir.

Ah, bonjour.

- Morlar still alive?
- Yes, Sir.

Everything going all right?

I think the expression is,
"it belongs to the book".

Yes, I've read your reports.

This... Zonfeld, is he reliable?

He's a her,

...and everything has checked, so far.

Some interested parties want his journals.

Who?

Oh, come - You have interested parties in France too.

Why?

They don't have to say why.

- He wrote books, Brunel.
- Is That against the law in England?

Not yet. We've got enough trouble, Brunel
without a dozen Watergates to handle.

Morlar knew too much
about those corridors of power,

what goes on behind the wainscoting
under the carpets.

God knows how he ever learnt but he did.

The books were bad enough, they want to know
what's going on in those journals.

Well, you've given me
an interesting set of new suspects.

That's not their way, they're too subtle for that.

No, it was personal hatred that got Morlar.

Remember, I've been a detective too.

That's why you know I want those journals.

Taxi!

I can tell you one thing, though,

a lot of people will be relieved
to know who did it.

Not as many, apparently, as wished him dead.

No, Morlar didn't profess to use hypnosis.

and you can't cause a school to burn
or a motocar to move with hypnosis.

He talks in his journal about telekinetics.

Ah, well yes

a very disputed field.

But in any case it's hard to believe he could
give measles to his nanny in quite that way,

or induce a heart attack on Judge McKinley.

No.

He told you about McKinley?

Oh yes.

- And his neighbour, Mrs. Pennington?
- Yes.

You sound a little like you're becoming
a victim of Morlar's own thinking.

It is a remarkable chain of coincidence.

Remarkable.

It's not coincidence, it's me.

It seems like you,

but perhaps when we understand more about you,
we'll know why.

Don't stick on patronize me.

Jesus, you spend most of your time dragging people out of hell
and yet you refuse to recognize the devil.

If I believed in possession Mr. Morlar,
I'd be a witch doctor.

Ah, you're clever,

they told me you'd be clever, that's why I came.

But don't talk to me of coincidence.

My wife and I had a baby,

it was born deformed, withered.

It lived for an hour and when it died
the whole hospital breathed a sigh of relief.

If you say coincidence to me,
I will drive my fist through your face.

All right, I'm not possessed.

I don't believe in the devil any more you do,

any more than I believe in God.
But what is it?

Do you know what I did when I saw the baby?

I'd wanted that child.

I was the only thing I had wanted
from my marriage.

But when I looked at it,
all these coincidences seemed... too much.

and I was afraid, afraid to tell anyone.

So I went to the one place
where people who are afraid... can go.

Ah, come in, Mr. Morlar.

It is Morlar, is it?

Do come in.

It is a little dim in here, I'm afraid, but
most of my clients expect it.

Truth is, Mr Morlar, we're nearer
the dark ages than we care to admit.

Sit down please, by the table, don't be nervous.

I have a very varied clientele.

Young girls who are pregnant,

stockbrokers whose business are failing,

middle-aged ladies in love with their hairdressers.

...for we all need to know our destiny.

Now, is it...

just a simple reading you require, or...

Just a simple reading.

Is something wrong?

No... no, it's...

A simple reading will be fine.

Your hand, please, left hand.

Oh, no...

There's been a recent tragedy...

Yes.

This...

I...

I...

I...I...

I'm sorry, I-I'm not feeling...

I'm not...

I suggest that you...

...go...

...elsewhere.

Coincidence.

Well, Palmistry, Mr Morlar.

I'm surprised at you.

All right. Let's say you are possessed,

...where do we go from here? Church?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps it would be better if we try to understand

why the child was all you wanted
from your marriage.

If you had met my wife, that would be
totally understandable.

You realize that this is the first time
you've mentioned that you were married?

We're separated.
The one time in all my life when I almost

felt pleasure at what I am.

Oh, There you are.

Yes, here I am.

Don't I look ravishing?

Ravishing.

What's the occasion? A traffic accident?

I am going to the theatre with Edward.

Edward Parrish,
I'm sure you recognise the face.

Yes, yes.
Vaguely.

Isn't he the peculiar fellow

who played Jesus with a wig on, once?

Oh no, No, it couldn't be,

adultery wouldn't be his game. My bad.

Do you mind?

Go right ahead,
I think you may need the drink.

Do I?
He isn't going to perform for us, is he?

No, but I see you are.

We're performers all, ain't we?
Me, the dutiful husband. You, the loving wife.

I can see what Patricia means.

You really don't deserve her.

Nobody deserves Patricia,

She was invested by God to test
our belief in him.

She is a girl of extraordinary
sensitivity and talent.

Patricia was never a girl, little Jesus.

childhood has to do with innocence, and roses...

her gift is for prussic acid
and flying on broom sticks.

How did she ever come to choose you?

Divination.

I suppose daddy's going to finance
your next escapade on film. Is him?

I want to marry her.

Oh, he's offered that much, as he?

You bastard!

It was you who wanted to Get married.

I mistook you For a woman.

You really are as foul as she says.

I have a gift of speaking the truth,

it leaves a curious stench in her nostrils,
something you have in common, I imagine.

You go too far, dear boy.

Oh, I doubt it.

Well isn't it really one issue?
Are you prepared to let her go?

Let her go?

My dear fellow, if I weren't a faintly interested party,
I'd appear for you myself.

On the happiest day of our marriage.

Yes it is.

Daddy was right.

You aren't capable of producing anything but...

...a vegetable.

Goodbye, my dear husband,
and don't expect me back.

I won't.

You know the rest.

An hour later an artificially
sympathetic policeman told me that my wife

and an unidentified male companion

had been killed in a car crash on the Baywater Road.

Well I can understand how, after your baby's death...

I made it happen.

It wasn't like the others where
I knew it would happen.

I made it happen.

Well perhaps you wanted it to happen
more than the others,

but you couldn't cause an accident miles away.

You wanted it. You wanted it badly,
that's what we must concentrate on.

I made that accident happen.

So you see Inspector, your thinking
has come round to him.

Well, you've given me another suspect to chase,

her father.

But I confess if I were Morlar,
I would be coming to see you too.

Were you able to help him at all?

Oh, that was the last time I saw Mr Morlar.

He never returned to my office.

That's all.

I'm sorry we won't have to meet again, Brunel

but that is all I have to tell you
about Mr. Morlar.

Thank you, doctor.

When all is said and done, Zonfeld
is no more than a witch doctor

who conditions doubters
to accept the dung heap.

"Doctor the planes are keeping me awake at night",

"screaming over my head, hour after hour".

"Delusions my dear friend".

"Doctor my skin's black
and I keep thinking I'm different".

"Delusions my dear brother".

"Doctor when I get behind a wheel,
I have an insane urge to kill".

"Delusions, my dear friend, delusions, delusions, delusions".

Like a ride, Inspector?

English humor, uh?

You're wanted at the hospital,
I don't know why.

No more deaths from the Jumbo crash,
so everything's back to normal.

The long hairs are planning a protest march

on the Atomic Energy Plant at Windscale.

- The dear old British pound is falling...
- Stop the car!

Inspector Brunel, wait, you can't!

I'm sorry,
but you're coming to the hospital with me.

- But I have a patient due in!
- the patient will wait.

I want you to come to the hospital now.

I'm not sure why I called.

Perhaps I just needed someone
to share my astonishment.

Somewhere deep within
what's left of that brain

something is going on.

It's grown stronger almost every hour.

Is he recovering?

We've kept the respirator going,
we've tried to stimulate the heart,

but if it weren't for that, nothing.

- But how can that be?
- The brain is complicated.

Ask her.

It begins in blood and flesh

and ends in incomprehensible tangles
of fear, dreams, love...

...will.

That's the ordinary brain, never mind that one.

All I can tell you is

you're looking at a mind
determined not to die.

But, why?

Is there something he's trying to tell us?

May be.

Maybe he... forgot to turn off the gas.

Extraordinary.

You know more about that brain than anyone.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's keeping him alive.

- I apologize.
- That's right, that's right.

It's something I ought to have seen.

Well, goodbye again, Inspector.

[TV speaker:]...settlement was reached about
allowances and overtime pay.

Prisoners normal exercise periods
and other privileges which were stopped

during the work to rule
will be restored tomorrow morning.

A mass meeting of the Environmental
group of friends of the Earth

has unanimously approved a plan

to hold a protest march from London
to the Nuclear Power Station at Windscale in Cumbria.

as part of their latest campaign directed at
the dangers of nuclear pollution in Britain.

A spokesman for the campaign

said the Atomic Plant and associated
waste materials at Windscale

constituted a threat to generations of Englishmen.

OK, It's simmering.

I said it's simmering.

Are the onions browned?

Yes!

So what now?

Put the onions and bacon in.

Right!

Onions and bacon going in.

Then pour in the wine
and have it, uh, bouillir.

And what?

Bubble for 2 minutes.

[TV Speaker:] Here at home...

The Dean of Minster Cathedral
has announced that the Queen,

Members of the Cabinet
and representatives of the Commonwealth,

...will be among the guests
at a Thanksgiving service...

...being held to commemorate the completion of the fund
set up to restore the west front...

You know, it's amazing how many of those
who might have a grudge against him, are dead.

The family of those kids he outlived,

and that Lovelass, poor old bugger,
got out of the nick,

spent 6 months on the dope,
became a tramp

and was finally knocked flat by a bus.

Well,

I want you to check on the father-in-law.

I've discovered he's in property
here and abroad.

She was the only daughter...

Yes?

Yes, yes, it is.

...Of course. No, no - please, do.

Flat B, 27 Latimer Gardens.

Yes.

It's her?

I knew she couldn't just drop him like that.

Oh, shit!
After all that work.

You wait in the kitchen.

- I-I'm sorry to disturb you.
- Not at all, I was glad to get your call.

I'm here for such a short time...

You've made it... warm, it's... what I expected.

- could I offer you a drink?
- Whiskey, please.

- Please, sit down.
- Ok.

- Anything?
- No, as it is, thank you.

I lied to you when I told you
I had never seen him again.

I never saw him in the office again.

But I... did see him.

I lied because I knew so much more...

...and-and what I knew seemed so... incredible.

You said it was urgent, I've had to leave
a situation I'd rather not have left.

I'm sorry, but it was urgent to me.

Well, I'm surprised you found something
so important...

...worth the attention of a witch doctor.

When you're not being obvious,
I have hopes for you.

You don't believe I could cause my wife's death, do you?

- Oh Mr Molar...
- Please, listen to me.

I know now it wasn't just my wife,
it was all of them.

I made them happen: Copley, the children, all of them.

- Mr. Morlar...
- I made them happen!

- I did it. I made That school burn.
- You couldn't.

It's true, I made that school burn.

I killed my mother, I killed my father.

Even... even my nurse, I made it happen.
I made it happen!

You don't believe me...

I believe it might be useful if I gave you
something to help you sleep, tonight,

and we'll meet in my office tomorrow.

I don't want your pills
I don't want to be condescended to like some moron.

I tell you - I tell you Zonfeld, I made it happen

I commanded it to happen!

You still don't believe me.

Please, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

Tomorrow!

For God's sake, Zonfeld,

I killed my father, I killed my mother,
I killed my wife.

It's not just a damned headache.
What am I? How can I will death?

I'm going.

- I'll hold a space open at 11 o'clock.
- You stay here.

Tomorrow. At 11.

Not tomorrow.

Now.

Something's wrong.

You've got full power, captain.

It's not responding!

- Give me flaps 10!
- Flaps 10!

It's all gone haywire, here!

Morlar!

What I don't understand is...

...why is it always destructive?

Sometimes when I'm alone at night,

I've thought I've created all
the world's disasters,

but it's not true.

We're all the Devil's children.

We find what powers the sun
and we make bombs of it.

We create wealth
and we become obsessed with greed.

We achieve power and we go mad.

We always destroy.
Why, Zonfeld, why?

[TV Speaker:] Reports are just coming in
that a Jumbo Jet...

...has crashed in Central London.

Over 300 people are believed
to have been on board the plane.

Unconfirmed reports say that the plane...

...plunged
into an office block and exploded,

falling debris has set fire to a cinema

and many people in the streets below
have been killed

Traffic in the West End
has been brought to a standstill.

It's not yet known what caused the crash.
That is the end of this News Flash.

Help me, Zonfeld.

...before I go mad.

I could have helped no one that night.

When I left those rooms...

I believed.

...believed what I'd seen.

When I got home I wasn't so certain.

It seemed so... beyond belief.

And now. You believe again?

Yes.

When I saw what I saw today, in that hospital,
I felt I had to tell you.

I won't disturb you anymore.

Thank you, doctor.

I'm grateful you came.

So what you make of that?

The victim's obviously a nut

and now it turns out
his psychiatrist is one too.

What are you really thinking?

She just hasn't finished yet.

Do you think she did it?

Oh no, no, Inspector,

that's a bit too much of a jump.

But why kill him?

I think it must have been because she believed

...he was going to do something worse.

Worse than the Jumbo Jet disaster?

I don't know, but certainly something worse
than she would be doing by killing him.

As you say it's not important,

what is important is whether you're right.

If you are right in getting a confession
that will stand up in court.

Where the devil you're going?

Excuse me, what-what is this for?

We're getting ready for the
Thanksgiving Service tomorrow evening.

The Queen, the Commonwealth
Prime Ministers, it's for that.

3 million pounds

- It's not enough.
- what?

The West Front's cracking.

See?

It goes right through to the nave.
If that goes, the whole lot goes.

The tower's too heavy,
the foundations can't support it anymore.

They're worried about cracks
on the West front.

We shall see.

I am the man

with the power to create catastrophe.

Terri, I said I didn't want to be di...

I convinced her you would see me.

Of course.

I thought perhaps we should talk.

You've decided, have you?

It's been such... a problem for me.

I can't live with this knowledge

or die with it.

I assume there were reasons.

Yes-yes, there were reasons.

He came to see me at my home
after the Jumbo crash,

through all the chaos and the traffic.

Somehow for me the reality of the... ruined buildings,

...the ambulance men, broken bodies,

made what I'd seen in his flat seem
all the more impossible.

He sensed that immediately and he left
before we'd exchanged two sentences.

The next night he called,

taunted... unstable.

He said:

"The space shot is nearing the moon, Zonfeld...

...In 2 hours it goes into orbit.

You have my word it won't return".

While you're worrying about
that billion dollar coffin striking the moon,

spare a thought for the millions

that they might have fed with all that
technology and expertise.

How concerned all our...

...great statesmen are...

about those three...

wonderful human beings
while millions of others rot to death.

Listen, Zonfeld, listen to me.

I've found a way to do
God's dirty work for him.

The Royal Chieftain, the parasites

and the whole gang
of international rabble rousers,

are going to bleat to the Almighty nothing

in his great Temple

to give praise for 3 million pounds.

I promise you,
the moment they kneel to pray

I will bring the whole edifice down

on their unworthy heads.

He sounded quite mad,

yet I believed every word he said.
I had to go to him.

The streets were deserted,

even the police were more concerned
with that traffic accident in space.

No one saw me, no one cared.

The porter didn't even look up
from his television set.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

It's unlocked.
Come in.

I thought you'd come.

Just a moment, I-I don't want to miss this.

I've poured you a drink.

I thought we ought
to be civilised about it.

He sat watching
the last moments of catastrophe.

[TV Speaker:] Those were the last words,
they had lost radio contact.

Achilles 6, the mission
that was to inaugurate

man's first permanent station on the moon
was locked into an orbit

that, unless some miracle occurs,
will produce the first

American disaster in space.

Even then I thought
I might somehow stop it.

For a moment he had turned me to stone.

A response at last.

I knew as long as he lived
that there was no way of stopping it.

And I failed.

I couldn't tell anyone,
no one would believe me.

They'd say the madness was mine.

And perhaps it was.

Then, we are mad together.

I have seen the Cathedral and I think
I know what's keeping him alive.

There's nothing you can do,
no one will believe you.

I'm going to try.

I wish you luck.

You're not arresting me?

It's a question of... priorities.

You found the murderer, Brunel, but two crack pots
don't add up to one good theory.

- I still don't believe you.
- To begin with Morlar isn't dead.

He's fighting to live
with superhuman resistance, right?

- against all reason.
- all right.

Against all reason he believed
he had the power to destroy a plane.

To shatter a Cathedral.

He's alive, so is the belief.

He said he would do it, I believe he will.

How?

I told you about those experiments.

Russia, Denmark, the United States.

I have seen a man shatter glass
just by concentrating his thoughts.

Brunel...

A hundred years ago,

the idea of sending the human voice
across oceans was madness.

But Minster Cathedral...

But Zonfeld believed he could do it,

Zonfeld believed enough to kill him!

But why Minster, why a Cathedral?

Because it's the Church,
the Establishment, everything he hates.

All right, all right.
Then what would you suggest we do?

Cancel the ceremony, close the Cathedral.

Are you mad?

Do you know the kind of preparation that...

Christ, Brunel.

What reason am I going to give them?

Your story? They'll lock me up.

Go to the Dean.

He shouldn't question
the power of unseen forces.

It's quite out of the question.

I have the Surveyor's word
for the soundness of the Cathedral

and Her Majesty's can't be forced
to change long laid plans

simply because a madman makes threats.

Sir, with respect,

we believe this threat is real.

We call it reasonable suspicion,

you might call it faith.

Well, moral philosophy,

something one doesn't expect from the Yard, Commissioner

Science can't explain why Morlar's mind
is still alive, Your Eminence.

And I don't think it can explain

what his mind is capable of either.

But you would agree

that there is much
that science cannot explain.

I've done you an injustice, Inspector.

I must grant an open mind on Mr. Morlar

and I will pray for his soul.

- Couldn't we go above the Dean?
- I could go to the Home Secretary.

...and tell him: "There's this maniac,
three parts dead, sending out brain waves

powerful enough to shatter Cathedrals
from 2 miles away".

He's in Scotland, coming down by train, tomorrow.

Well, I'll try to catch him at Leeds,
talk to him on the way down.

All right?

It hurts to tell you,
I've failed again.

Already you're becoming used to my failures

and we've only known each other such a short time.

I went back to the hospital.

I stood and stared at him,

it seemed so easy,

cut one tube, pull one plug,

a dozen ways to end it.

But I couldn't...

...couldn't finish what I had begun.

So I leave our problem with you,
my dear Inspector.

Forgive me.

It's the lorries.

Terrible vibrations.

They should ban them from this area, really.

Riots at Nuclear Plant.

- any luck?
- He had meetings out of trip, couldn't see me.

Secretay said he'd make an appointment tomorrow morning.

I couldn't very well just barge in
with the story we have.

- What news from the hospital?
- I don't understand.

His EEG went crazy during the evening,

then it settled, now it's increasing again.

I don't know what it means.

Zonfeld's dead.

Suicide?

I don't know. There are times when I know you're right
and others when I know it just can't be.

Frankly...

Frankly, I don't know what to do.

Watch, wait,

...hope we are insane.

I have no time for this, Inspector

I know, but rubble
is falling from the Church.

That's what the fund is all about,
it's for the evening traffic.

The traffic has been diverted

- There is no possib...
- I understand your concern, but I promise you have nothing to fear.

Now pray for the Church, Inspector
pray for your own peace of mind.

Guards, general salute!

Present arms!

- Now are you convinced?
- Enough to want to stop it? Yes!

There's one thing we can do.

I'll buy it at any price.

Throw a bomb scare.

We could empty the church in minutes.

We'll do it. You warn them in there,
I'll clear the whole area.

He'll never believe me, you go,
I'll get the area cleared.

Ah, Brunel....

No panic.

- It's quarter to 7, nearly time.
- Very good.

Inspector Brunel, French Exchange.

Sir, we've had a bomb threat,
the Cathedral has to be cleared immidiat....

It's just a hoax,
we've been through that church 3 times, the Clergy have too.

Not a prayer book that hasn't been checked.

Sir, we have every reason to believe it's not a hoax.
You can't take the chance.

Double check the main aisle and the section
held for the Queen and the Minister.

But Sir...

I'll handle this, Inspector.
Now, what's the source of this call?

I'll get the Assistant Commissioner.

- Sir...
- Have you seen the A.C.?

They wouldn't believe me,
they think it's a hoax, talk to them.

I got the Deacon. He gave them the news,
they'll be out shortly.

- That should convince them.
- It'll take time to clear this crowd.

Come on, get them out of there.

He didn't believe you,
they're not cancelling it.

Sir, look!

I will bring the whole edifice down
on their unworthy heads!

Get them out of there,
I'm going to the hospital.

[Crowd cheering:] The Queen!

Stop the procession! Stop the procession!

Get out of my way!

Stop! Stop!

Clear the Cathedral at once!

It is about to collapse!
Haste! Out!

Take every exit!
Go on, out!

There's a bomb, get the car out of the way!
It's all right, it's all right!

[TV Speaker:] Here at Minster Cathedral
a man has just stopped the Queen's car...

Look!
Up there, the cross!

It's moving!

Come on, get it out - now!

Use the other doors!
Don't panic!

Go back! Go back!

It's blocked outside!
Please, go back!

Use the side exits!

Sir, sir, look!

The pen. The pen!

Windscale.

The Nuclear Plant.

I am the man...

...with the power to create
catastrophe.