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He's a spy.

Please let me go.

Did I frighten you?

- Just a little.
- I'm sorry.

I saw your gear there
and so I knew you weren't far off.

Let me give you some advice.

Don't go down there anymore.

Why not?

My grandfather told me
when I was a lad

the dead like to be left alone.

They're not very hospitable.

I didn't think policemen
were superstitious.

Perhaps in London they aren't,
but in a village like ours...

- Good day, Miss!
- Bye.

Hey!

Tie her up, John.

I know where we can go.

- There you go, Mother.
- Thank you.

- We picked a nice day for it.
- Yes.

- Come on.
- Is it all right?

Nobody will bother us here.
It's perfect.

- Are you sure it's all right, Stan?
- Yes, of course it is.

- It even has a camp bed.
- What a funny smell!

I don't think I like it.

It's an airtight room. They use it
for storing sails or something.

Not bad, is it? Belongs to the chap
who runs the boathouse.

Only comes here from time to time.

Nobody will disturb us here.

- No, I don't like it.
- Come on, Maureen. Don't be silly.

- There aren't any windows.
- All the better.

Anyway, it's air-conditioned.

Oh, Stan.

You'll need this to run away.
Come on, give us a kiss.

What happened?

- I'm scared.
- Scared of what?

We're alone! The door's locked.
Look, I'll find you the key.

- Hey, did you take it?
- No.

The key's disappeared!

Can't have walked off by itself.
Must be here somewhere.

The griddle's broken.

The air conditioning is not working.
Please find the key. I'm frightened, Stan!

Somebody let us out of here!
Please, help us!

Stan! Look.

God, somebody wants to kill us!

No, wait a minute.
I must go and check on Maureen.

She should be asleep.

I'm trying to reach you.
I'm a friend.

You can trust me.
Speak to me, my friend.

- Yes?
- There's not a sign of Maureen.

We searched all night.
Stan's disappeared too.

They've run off together.

Let's hope so, Mrs Grayson.

Let's hope they went off together.

You were well over the limit, there.

Is this the way you welcome
strangers to your village?

No, sir, only when they exceed
the speed limit.

I understand.

It was you people
who asked me down here.

I'm Gorley.

- Inspector Gorley from Scotland Yard.
- Sergeant Wilson, sir.

The police station's over there.

I was the one who phoned the Yard
asking for help.

These two young people
have disappeared.

I really don't know
if they haven't just eloped.

Could have been worse. Could have
been a case of chicken rustling.

She's not a local girl, sir.
She's an American.

She's come here
to take photographs of the ruins.

I'd like to see them.

- The ruins, sir?
- The photographs.

Excuse me, sir. Now, about the fine.

Will you pay it now
or shall I send it to Scotland Yard?

It wasn't the first time
I kept an eye on him.

Last night
there he was at the cemetery.

You actually heard him
talking to the dead?

Well, I couldn't actually hear him.

But I could see what he was doing.

God knows what you're capable
of seeing when you've had a few.

I tell you I did. I saw him.

He's got this tape.

Tape recorder.

I'd like to meet this man.

He's called Miles.

Madam, he's a queer one, is Miles.
I'm telling you.

A bit mad, I'd say.

You'd do well to keep away from him.

Yes, I lost it.

What do you want to know?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

Why did you bring it back?

- You aren't from the village.
- No.

I suppose they told you
a lot of nonsense about Robert Miles.

Well, they say
you communicate with the dead.

Scarcely unusual.
Any medium does that.

Why do it secretly?
What are you afraid of?

Because of the stupidity
of these people.

Their ignorance makes me behave
like a bloody grave robber.

Perhaps we've all possibilities
within ourselves we are not aware of.

Powers we ourselves don't understand.

Maybe we don't want to,
because we're terrified.

I have such powers
and I'm not terrified.

You see death is not
the end of everything.

Just the beginning of a new journey.

I want to speak with them
to find out.

What will you do
once you do find out?

I'm not sure.
I know the power of the senses.

What it means to see,
hear, touch.

Must my mind be limited to that?

Can it not reach out for something else?

But there are limits, barriers.

Perhaps not.

We set up those barriers
in self-defence.

You frighten me.

I do? Oh, I'd be very disappointed
if I thought you were superstitious.

No, I'm just afraid
you won't know when to stop.

You're a lovely girl, Jill.

Your hands are gentle and soft.

Your eyes are clear and deep.

I like to look into them.

When I speak to you,
you can't move away.

I could command you to do anything.

And you would act without being aware.

Your will incapable.

Obeying only my mind.

He attacked you.

He does, whenever he can.

Why on earth do you keep him?

We need each other.

Oh, don't try to understand.
We are bound together by hatred.

He wants to kill me.

But he's only a cat.

A cat that sooner or later
will kill me.

But there's nothing I can do
to prevent it.

Hm. There goes
one of the better customers.

Yeah.

Who is it?

Inspector Gorley.
I need your help.

Good morning.
I'm sorry to drag you out of bed like this

but I'm afraid it's pretty important.

- What's happened?
- There's been an accident.

I understand that you're the only
photographer this village has to offer.

I need some photographs
before I can move the body.

Who is it?

He was unbelievably drunk.

He must have got lost
in the dark up there, then fallen.

Let us pass over.

Please let me go.

What do you want now?

I need your help.

You're the only person
who can help me find my daughter.

I can't help you.

Miles, please.
I'll come back to you if you want.

I'll do anything.

That was so long ago.
We can't go back in time.

Have you an object
belonging to Maureen?

White. Rushing.

Light.

Running water.

Green grass.

Trees.

Dark.

Too dark. Too dark.

Open the door.

The key. You must find the key.

Find the key.

The tarp is wet.

Help me, please. Help me!

Please, please, please!
Help me!

I think I know.

I know where she is.

I always kept the key there.
I thought it was a secret.

Only me and Stan knew about it.

We'll have to try
and break the door down.

OK, Sergeant.
Try not to make too much mess.

The tarp... The tarpaulin.

The current's been cut off.

Yeah, that's it.
Where'd you find it?

Urgh!

Yes.

I'll come right away.

Look. The room's sealed.

Come along, Madam.
No point staying here.

OK, one over here
and one over there while you're at it.

Mr Miles, thank you for coming.

Have you seen this place before?

I've seen it, so to speak.

But I've not been here,
if that's what you mean.

Oh, yes, of course. You're supposed
to have supernatural powers.

You don't seem very convinced.

Mr Miles, a policeman likes to have
more practical, realistic evidence.

Do you suspect me?
Well, say so frankly if you do.

Mr Miles, I would suspect you,

if I thought you were small enough
to pass through that grill.

I don't understand.

The lab tells us that
the door was locked from the inside.

So they must have locked themselves in
before turning off the ventilator.

This grill was the only way
anyone could leave with the key

without unlocking that door.

Suicide, then?

We didn't find the key inside.

We found it outside.

Sitting on one of the boats
on a tarpaulin.

Maureen!

Yes... Speaking.

Jill, yes, of course I remember you.

What photographs?

Yes. Whenever you wish.

Now, if you like.

Fine, I'll wait for you.

For you it's a theory.

For me it's a certainty.

But they'll think we're crazy
if we say it's a cat.

But we're not crazy.

In the case of the two kids
it was the cat also.

Maureen and Stan?

Yes. He brought the key
through the air-conditioning conduit.

That's absurd.

He would have to have thought it out.
You can't seriously think that.

If he was human, we'd hang him.

But he's only a cat.

What you're saying is impossible.

You brought... these photographs.

Two deaths in the same family.
The plot thickens.

What do you mean?

The daughter's death was an accident
which we haven't managed to explain.

Don't forget that business about the key
and how it turned up on the boat.

Then there was that drunk, Ferguson,
who turned himself into shish kebab.

- There was Foreman too.
- Who's he?

Before you arrived,
he was killed in a road accident

on a perfectly straight dry road.

He drove
into a parked car at full speed.

An epidemic of accidents.
And all of them pretty weird.

Not bad...

...for a beginner.

I'm not exactly a beginner.

I happen to make my living
as a photographer.

Yes, I know. I mean I hope you're
a beginner at photographing corpses.

Yes, I am.
This is my very first time.

Inspector, the autopsy reports have
arrived. The ones on those two kids.

Looks like, um... hair.

A cat's fur, to be precise.
A black cat's fur.

- Did you find it in the air conditioner?
- Yes, miss. That's exactly where it was.

What do you know about this?

Look.

That's funny.

I must have left them at home.

Did you hear
anything special that night?

- I heard Ferguson scream when he fell.
- That's all?

Then he got spiked, didn't he?

Did you hear a fight or a quarrel?

There's no one to quarrel with.
No one comes in here during the night.

There's only me.
Oh, and Violet and a couple of cats.

- I thought, um...
- What have you thought?

Nothing, nothing.

Thanks very much.
You've been a great help.

Sorry. Getting you out of bed
is becoming a habit. Were you asleep?

Not yet. Come in.

What's the matter?

You haven't gotten me out of bed
just to look at me.

Well, I think it's a good idea.

Well, I hope you've got a better one.

Better, but not so good.

I need some more information
on your theories about cats.

Not cats... One cat.

All right, one cat.
Or rather, a killer cat.

Would this cat have anything
to do with Mr Miles.

Or am I mistaken?

You might not be.

You know Mr Miles, then?

Everybody knows him.

And you know what the people
in the village say about him?

I might know more than that.

After everything I've told you,

you still don't believe
in the supernatural?

You mean witchcraft? No.

A cat is still a cat.

A cat doesn't come through a grill,
blow a fuse and steal a key.

It can't turn off an air ventilator.

And how does a cat set fire
to Mrs Grayson's house?

What if the cat's
only an instrument?

What if his mind is being dominated
by another mind?

By a human mind.

No, it's completely mad.

I know it's mad, but it's the only way
we can explain all those crimes.

Do you expect me to go to London
and tell them all this?

I know what my boss
Larry Flynn would have to say.

Haven't been off the bottle
since I've down here.

Maybe he wouldn't say that
if you drank a little bit less.

Well, every man to his own folly.

I'm sure you're a better person
than you want me to believe.

Not if you knew
what I was thinking.

It's not hard to imagine.

You will no longer obey me.

There's no way I can control it.

He has cheated death itself.

No.

No, I didn't want that.

It shouldn't have happened.

How many times do I have to tell you?

If he wasn't drunk
he was trying to get himself killed.

There was no way could avoid him.
He suddenly lurched towards my car.

May I ask you something?

Did he act as if
he were being commanded?

Commanded?

Excuse me.

You said before that his movements
were like those of a robot.

Yes, like a robot.

Was there a cat there?

- A cat?
- Yes, a black cat on the sidewalk.

Before he ran out in front of your car.

I can't think why we should be
worrying about a cat.

Please try and remember.

It's actually very important.

A black cat. It was rather dark.

Yes? Oh, yes.

Right, sir.

Inspector Flynn has already left London.
He should be here in an hour or so.

You knew.

You should have stopped him.

Maybe you're right. Come with me.

I buried him here.

What about last night?

He's dead, I tell you.
Nothing more can happen.

- And what about Inspector Gorley?
- An accident.

Nothing more than an accident.

You're a spy... a spy...

I want to be happy again.

Sur Le pont d'Avignon

On y danse, on y danse...

You lied to me.

One is not always free to tell the truth.

The cat simply decided to live.
I didn't succeed in killing it.

- He's responsible for all those deaths.
- I know.

But it couldn't have acted alone.

Cats take orders from no-one.

Not normal orders.

But you yourself said the human mind
has possibilities we aren't aware of.

Go on.

You're the killer, Miles.

You have extraordinary powers.

The cat was only an instrument.

Just one of your victims.

You entered his mind

and took control of his will.

You forced him to obey you.

- You forced him to kill.
- No.

I haven't wanted to kill.

The beast just understood
my suppressed hatred,

and... people's failure to understand.

The frustration of the solitude
I was forced into.

They forced me to obey
the evil side of my nature.

That evil that exists in all of us.

When I understood that,
I decided to kill him to suppress the evil.

- But he's still alive.
- Yes, he's still alive.

He has beaten me.
He's stronger than me now.

He has destroyed my will.

He is the evil one.
He doesn't have to hide in the shadows.

Now I do whatever he wants.

It's he who dominates me now.

She's not at home. Plus no-one's
seen her around the village.

- Looks like she's flown the coop.
- I thought she was such a tidy girl.

Strange she should leave
without a word.

Sheer terror, I imagine.

She even believed
that mad story she told us.

These must be some of the photographs
she was working on.

The ruins is why she came here
in the first place.

And yet she left them behind.

Look, sir. There are hundreds of them.

If you ask me, she wasn't running away.

She wouldn't have left
work like this behind.

Hypnotised by a cat?
Are you mad, Gorley?

That's why I preferred you
to think I was drunk.

Are you sure you're not now?

Yep.

Help me get dressed.

- You're in no condition...
- Oh, belt up.

If she's looking for a pussy cat,
she's got problems.

Good evening, Mr Miles. Inspector Flynn
would like a few words with you.

Of course.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I'm Inspector Gorley.
We've met before, remember?

But you've been hurt.

Only hurt, Mr Miles.

We'd like to know whether
Miss Jill Trevers has been here today.

Oh, Jill? Yes, she has been
here today, to say goodbye.

She decided to return to London.

We doubt that.

We think she came here
looking for something.

And that is?

To see if your cat is still alive.

Don't be silly.

Why would Jill be interested in a cat?

Not a cat... Your cat.

My cat is dead, Inspector.

You don't mind
if we take a look around?

You are not looking for a cat,
you're looking for Jill.

She's not here.

Look where you choose.

Excuse us.

No luck.

No.

I didn't want...

I didn't want to kill.

I was forced to by this diabolical beast.

He has had his revenge on me.

He always hated me.

And now he has won.