All language subtitles for The Omega Factor [1979] E04 - After-Image.english

You think he's ready? That's less than
four days. It used to take far longer.

That was before they invented this.

The ultimate in sensory deprivation

Sound and light insulated.

Within ten minutes, you're hallucinating.

Half an hour, and you think
it's a day and a half.

In California, they do it
for pleasure

Ready?

Right.

I want you to just listen
my voice now.

Relax and let your limbs go loose.

We're going back,
back when you were young.

Further back on the journey,

back, when you were
five years old.

You broke your arm, remember,
on the swing in the park.

Back again, back again.

Your third birthday.

Further back still.

Now you are two years old.

You're walking, talking...

Further back still.

Further back.

Your first birthday.
"Mama", you say.

Mama, mama!

And you pull yourself up
by the table leg.

And stand by yourself.

Further back again!

Six months old.

One month old.

And now...

back to when your world began.

You're being born,

emerging into the world.

Striving, struggling to leave
the womb.

- Argh!
- Forcing your way out.

Newborn.

Morag.

I'm sure they do that
for pleasure in California, too.

Morag.

I've already... conditioned her
as his trigger.

Now she's his mother image as well.

His first love.

- It's just like Phillips.
- Phillips?

Major Phillips.

Army scientific officer.

He even committed suicide for Morag.

A newborn child.

"White paper, void of all characters,
without any sense,"

as the philosopher Locke said.

He can be grown up again
at any speed I choose,

and I can implant anything
I want on the way.

- Anything we want.
- Of course, of course.

I wouldn't dream of using him
for my own amusement.

I should hope not.

You're here because your psychic powers
could accelerate our own scientific methods.

But any interference with the target
programe could be extremely dangerous.

And we wouldn't want any innocent
people to get hurt.

Shut the door.

I know it's late,
but it won't take a minute.

I don't mind telling you

that your stupid escapade
with the army nearly had us closed down.

Personally, I'd have have been glad to
see you in a glasshouse for six months,

but Scott-Erskine wanted you out.

- Someone had to take positive action.
- Positive? Phillips committed suicide.

Phillips was murdered!

All right.

You just find a jury that believes
in murder by mind control.

The point is this. Department 7 is
funded by the Goverment.

And they don't take kindly to you
raking up dirt about army activities.

Army activities have turned
my brother into a vegetable!

Rubbish!

Look, Tom, you're with us at Scott-Erskine's
insistance and not because I want you.

But while you are here,
you'll listen to me.

London's decided that from now on
all of us are under strict surveillance.

Any activity, any movement
has to be top-level clearance.

- From when?
- From yesterday. Thanks to you.

You haven't forgotten I'm going
to Paris?

Paris, when?

Tonight.
To the Mayer Institute.

I spoke to you about it last week.

Yes, yes, I do remember something.

I didn't realise it was so soon.

Everything is in good order.
My desk is clear.

We'll make you pencil monitor
next term.

I could do with a few days in Paris.

You don't go more than ten miles
from Princess Street. Official.

- Nine o'clock. You're pushing it a bit, aren't you?
- I had some things to tie up.

Did Martindale really know
about your trip?

Well, perhaps I did tell him
when his mind was elsewhere.

- What is it? Quick mid-term breather?
- You're as bad as he is.

The Mayer Institute is one of the leading
centres for research in sensory deprivation.

- It's a week of serious work.
- And you're leaving tonight?

Why not to take the shuttle
in the morning?

Because French Air Traffic Control
are one of their everlasting go-slows

and I really don't fancy hanging
around Heathrow for a day and a half.

It's all been fixed. Sleeper to King's
Cross, boat train to Paris in the morning.

Plenty of chance to meet tall,
dark, handsome lover.

Oh yeah, between Darlington
and Peterborough

It's a British Rail sleeper,
love, not the Orient Express.

Have you got time for a drink?

Uh-uh, I'll only just to make it.
I brought my bag in to save going home.

Come on, then, Shanghai Lil.
I'd better run you to the station.

I've got wheels again and plenty of
spare time. What have got in this?

Work.

Come on. Ready.

I put your stuff in the berth.

First carriage. Handy for getting off
in the morning.

Bye.

I'm sorry. I..

I just thought that...

No need to wait for the off.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

I'll... I'll see you next week.

Is the buffet this way?

Not on this train, madam. Sorry, but
would you like tea or coffee in he morning?

Tea, please.

Good old British Rail.

I was told not to expect
the Orient Express.

Can I offer you a drink?

I always travel prepared
for the worst.

Oh, no thanks very much.
I'm not desperate.

I didn't think you were,

but if you'd like a nightcap...

Yes, all right, that'd be nice.

Roy.

Oh, Tom. Come and
have a look at this.

It's Calder's material. He thinks
he's found someone with eidetic imagery.

What's that?

It's often confused with
photographic memory.

There is a very small percentage of people,
usually children, who can image so strongly,

that to all intents and purposes,
there's no retinal or cortical distinction

between their imagined image and
looking at the real thing.

Look, you've been looking at
that for about 25 seconds.

I'll turn it off.

Now, how do you remember it?

- Well, there's... demons...
- I'll tell you.

You probably have a fleeting,
fading mental image.

If you wanted to describe it, you'd find
yourself talking silently to yourself.

But someone with eidetic imaginery

simply continues to look
at the picture.

There.

On the screen.
Not in the mind.

Their imaging is as strong
as normal vision.

And they'll be able to tell you
almost every detail in it.

So?

Imagine someone with eidetic
imagery working in the Intelligence.

No need for miniature cameras,
transmitters.

No need to "borrow" documents.

Everything is stored instantly

and never any evidence.

Want to try it again?

No. I want to talk you.

I had a very strange dream
last night.

About Anne.

At least, it seemed like a dream, but
I felt I was seeing it on the TV screen.

She was being threatened
by someone and I...

Things went black.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in
my armchair at seven o'clock in this moring.

What made you feel that you were
seeing it on the TV screen?

Because it wasn't like
a dream up there.

It was out there in the screen.

Like your eidetic images.

Tom, it's only been a few weeks
since Julia died.

I made a special study of
bereavement shock once.

75% reported realistic dreams, nightmares
in which their partner was threatened.

But this wasn't Julia,
it was Anne.

I've noticed you've seemed to be
confusing the two of them recently.

Understandable,
being such close friends.

I'm sure Anne is in trouble.

Tom, suppose it wasn't a dream.

Suppose you did see something on the TV
screen. Could have been frek interference.

We've a file that thick of people who
have heard voices when the TV closes down.

And every one of them,
every one,

turned out to be taxis or the police or
aircraft or some genuine high-frequency source.

OK, but suppose it was a dream.

It was you who showed me
I could receive dream images.

Not complex tales of woe.

If we phoned the airport every time one of
our dream panel reported airline disaster,

there'd never be any planes flying.

You're not going to do anything
about it?

Oh, Tom, even if I wanted to do anything,
I couldn't.

By my reckoning,
she's only just getting out of Dover.

She won't be in Paris until early this evening.
And then there's a 40 km drive to the institute.

If it'll make you feel any better, we'll
put a call through in the morning, OK?

OK.

Ah, bonjour Madamoiselle Reynolds.

I thought you might like to see
the newspaper, no?

Is this the Mayer Institute?

Of course. I'm Masson.
I'm the director.

I see.

- We thought this might have happened.
- What?

I gather you slipped getting off
the train at Gare du Nord.

Pah, our French stations, they do not have
the platforms like you in England.

You were unconscious
for quite a while.

That would account for the absence of
one of my shoes. I don't recall it.

That is what I meant. What is the last
thing that you remember?

Er... getting on the train
at Edinburgh.

That was the night before last.

It is a classic case of concussion.

You don't remember anything for almost
24 hours before you had the accident.

- How is your head now?
- It's all right, I think.

I just feel a little unsteady.

Bon, �a va.

As soon as you're feeling better,
you will find my office

and then I will show you around and
we can arrange your programme. � bient�t.

Could I have some tea
or coffee or something?

But, pardon, you have already
had your breakfest.

Au revoir.

Ah, there you are.

You'll be relieved to hear
that Anne phoned.

- What did she say?
- That she arrived safely.

And asked if somebody would use her
computer time to check the Zener results.

How did she sound?

She phoned earlier before I got in.
Switchboard took the message.

I've just checked the switchboard.

They didn't speak to Anne herself. The
lines were busy when she tried to phone,

so she got the Institute's operator
to pass the message on.

So?

I was puzzled by the
second part of the message.

Anne's very conscientious
about computer time.

Which is why she asked Jackson to do that
job before she left. It's in her notes.

That's odd.

So I phoned the institute myself.

I spoke to the director.

Anne's is not there and
they're not even expecting her.

He knows nothing about any visit
arranged by the Department.

Extension 827, please. Martindale.

Just exactly what do they do
at this Mayer Institute?

Yes. Martindale.

It's probably nothing, but I thought
I'd better check.

I gather you arranged for Dr Reynolds to
spend a couple of days at the Mayer Institute.

What?

Oh.

- What?
- Yes, last night.

According to her, it was all arranged
through your office.

I see.

I'd be grateful.

London know nothing about it.

Bonjour Madamoiselle Reynolds.
Feeling better?

- Fine, thanks.
- Bon. How do you like our establishment?

I'm sorry I had to have Monsieur Versinge
show you around, but I got tied up.

It's very impressive, thank you.

The Mayor of Paris keeps us
well provided.

Now, your programme. Do you mind
if I make one or two suggestions?

- Not at all.
- �a va.

As you know, Monsieur Freud
thought that a psychoanalyst,

in order to treat his patients
with sympathy and insight,

it was essential for him to undergo
a course of psychoanalysis himself.

Yes.

We arrived at much the same conclusions
with regard to our work.

It is almost impossible to understand

the phases a person undergoing
sensory deprivation passes through

without having experienced it oneself.

Indeed, I, personally, do not think
that it is possible

to even grasp the definitions we employ
without having experienced it oneself.

All of my research staff,
and that includes myself,

before conducting any research,
act as subjects themselves.

I see.

I can't compel you, of course.

Dr Masson, I came here
to find out about your work.

And if that means taking part in it,
well, so much the better.

Bon. Let us go along
and meet Dr Dressler.

Thank you.

The house used to belong to the Mayer family
themselves. Have you seen the grounds?

Only from the window.

Ah, you must.
They are quite impressive.

- Dr Reynolds?
- How do you do?

Heinrich Dressler.

We've checked everything. We've been through
all the office signals for the last fortnight.

Nothing. I've had Paris send a man
down to the Mayer Institute. Nobody.

- What about the travel arrangements?
- All done by phone or telex using our codes.

Our codes!

- You should have checked.
- How was I to know?

You're not supposed to.
You're supposed to leave that to me.

All movements to be approved.

As far as I was concerned,
she had your approval.

If it wasn't in writing,
you should have followed procedure.

Absolutely, without exception.

And where is Crane?
I asked you to have him here.

He said he'd be here.

Could you find Mr Crane?
Tell him we're waiting.

I'm beginning to be sorry you brought
him into the Department.

He seems to feel he can do
as he likes.

I'm sorry we have to keep
this dress on.

But we find that erm...

recognisable features tend
to encourage an unwanted dependence.

Oh, yes, of course.

So, short of dressing you
in cotton wool,

or using our flotation chamber,

this is the closest we can get
to minimal sensory stimulation.

It's actually quite comfortable.
I just hope it's warm enough.

I think you will find it warm enough.
Now, the headphones.

- So.
- Thank you.

They have their own micro transmitters
so there are no leads to distract you.

And the eyepiece.

Thank you very much.

Just to minimize
the visual stimulation.

When we come to the visual testing,
just slide them up.

We will tell you over
the headphones when to do that.

Now.

So.

- Now I will lead you.
- � la chambre blanche.

"The white room?"

You were expecting "the black room"
no doubt?

We find that a totally light, but featureless
environment produces a similar effect.

But much more rapidly.

One problem with the black room was
the amount of time subjects spent asleep.

Oh, yes, we replicated some of those
experiments ourselves.

Useful, of course, for when
they woke up,

they had no idea whether they'd been
asleep five hours or five minutes.

And that is the first effect
you will notice.

Your biological clock,

it will break down

and you will lose all ability
to assess time.

And see eternity in a beetle's wing.

That's it now,
we are nearly there.

On, on.

Come, come.

So.

There.

Now, then, allow me.

Your eyes will light adapt
quite quickly.

Like coming out of a cinema
on a sunny afternoon, huh?

Exactly.

Now, then, as far as possible,

you should remain on the foam couch.

But don't make any special
effort to keep still.

Feeling comfortable and at ease,
much more important.

Now...

- This is your control panel.
- Thank you.

We will tell you how to use it
over the headset in due course.

And the headset will also enable us to
detect any change in your blood pressure,

in alpha rhythm and so in,
it's all built in.

All those training wires
done away with.

Yeah. Now, then, when you are sure
you are comfortable

on the couch,

then put your eyepiece down,

put on the headphones, of course,

and we will acknowledge.

Then you simply wait
for the intructions.

And do not worry if it seems
a long time. Right?

I nearly forgot.

The panic button.

This red button at the bottom here,
it activates the door lock.

But I do not think you will need it.

Goodbye for now.

Goodbye and thank you.

Perfect.

Her compartment was empty
in the morning, then?

You're not her husband, are you?
Or her boyfriend?

No.

She went to this fella's
compartment for a drink.

I was at the door of the next compartment,
so I couldn't help but overhear.

Oh, yeah.

When I didn't see her come out,
I thought,

I don't want to cause too much of a fuss about
things like that. They're grown up people.

- Was the man there in the morning?
- His door was locked, so I assumed he was.

- They both were.
- But you didn't check?

I had a double shift
to do on Monday.

So you didn't actually see
either of them leave the train?

I didnae want to hang around.

We were in late as it was.
We were stuck at Dunbar for over an hour.

- Why?
- Search me.

Something on the line,
the guard said.

Ah, she's beginning to wake.

She's been asleep just
under the hour.

Been in two-and-a-half
hours altogether.

Touch more white noise.

Awake.

Dr Reynolds.

I wonder, would you estimate for m
the time you have been asleep?

Um...

Ten hours?

Good. Now...

...can you slide up
your eyepiece, please?

Thank you.

Remember the control panel
you have with you?

- You have it?
- Yes.

Good.

Now, you will see four buttons on it,
marked A to D.

- Yes.
- Good.

Now,
I want you to press each button in order.

The buttons will activate
a projector

and you will see the slides
on the screen. Right?

Now. I want you
to press button A.

And what do you see?

A face. A man's face.

B.

What do you see?

Another face.
A woman.

Good. And C?

A man again.

Different.

And now D.

Woman's face.

Young woman, quite pretty.

She looks a bit worried.

Ja.

Now then,

this is what I want to do.

You press any button you choose.

But you must hold the picture
for 20 seconds.

And you have to judge
the time for yourself.

Right?

So, you press any button you choose, hold
the picture for 20 seconds. You've got that?

- Yes.
- Good.

Now, then, just press each button
once again and then we are ready.

That's the same woman,
but a different picture.

Ja. That can happen.

Now, when you are ready,

choose a button and
hold for 20 seconds.

Even the experts opt
for the varied one.

They seem to think it'll make it
easier to resist conditioning.

And the truth is,

it is exactly the opposite.

But you have no proof
Anne didn't reach London.

You took me on for my extra perceptory power.
I've felt all along something was wrong.

So, you think she might have left
the train earlier?

Not "left". I think
she was taken from it.

Are there any scheduled stops?

Berwick and Dumbar. For picking up
passengers only. I put my money on Dumber.

Why?

The train was held up
just outside the station.

The track had been
deliberately blocked.

Children? Vandals?

This was a professional job.

Whoever did it, wanted that train
stopped at Dunbar.

I want approval, official,
seeing as I'm supposed to ask

to get the hell over there
and find out what's happening!

I'll look after it from now on. I can't
have any chance of you running amok again.

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

I sometimes doubt whether I did the right
thing in taking you into the Department.

But if I booted you out now,
much as it might satisfy to do so,

I'd be landed with the most
enormous security risk.

So you stay here.

So what's at Dunbar?

- What do you mean?
- Oh, come on.

You saw his reaction. He nearly fell
out of his rolled umbrella.

He was just reacting
to your hotheadedness.

Just what am I supposed to do,
twiddle my thumbs?

Tom, don't you think I'm just as concerned
as you are about Anne's safety?

- We should be doing something!
- Well, trust Scott-Erskine.

I think he is onto something.

If you mess things up,
you may never forgive yourself.

Ah, bonjour, Mademoiselle Reynolds.

I hope you did not mind
my coming in unannounced.

We did not have a chance to meet last night
when you arrived from London.

You had a good night's rest,
j'esp�re.

So, as soon as you are ready,
you'll find me in my office.

and I will show you around and we
can arrange a programme for your stay.

I thought you might like
to see a newspaper.

Au revoir.

And the blockage was the other side
of the station?

Well, it had to be, didn't?
There would have been a smash otherwise.

How did you know about it?

Someone phoned up about a quarter of
an hour before she was due.

Said there was a stoppage on the line below
the bridge about half a mile from here.

So, I got the signal turned to red and
went up to have a look. Pile of sleepers.

What did he say, the guy
who gave he warning?

Just said I'd better get the train stopped
because there was a stoppage on the line.

- And he rang off.
- What kind of accent?

Oh, I'm not very good at that.

Wasnae Scottish.

Maybe American or foreign.
Just a bit different.

Anyway, he rung off
before I'd time to notice.

- And the train was down there all the time?
- Well, over on hour.

- Anyone get off or anything?
- Just the guard. That's his job.

No-one else?

I was too busy up the line to worry
about the train sitting there.

Do you mind if I walk
down the line a bit?

- No, should be safe now.
- Thanks.

Ah, good lunch?

What was that?

- There's quite a good restaurant at Dirleton.
- Dirleton?

Just this side of North Berwick.
Quite handy for Dunbar.

I haven't been to Dunbar.

Oh, I...

Look, if I need help,
I'll ask for it.

First carriage.

And allowing for the engine.

- Find anything?
- Erm... no.

- There's one thing been puzzling me.
- What's that?

I thought I'd finish with you newspaper
men, until that other fellow turned up.

- Other fellow?
- Aye, the one in the Range Rover.

- Showed me a card.
- Which paper was he from?

Oh, I couldn't tell you. Didn't really notice, to
be honest. He was only here about five minutes.

I suppose you didn't notice
which direction he went off.

Sorry. My, this is the most
excitement I've had here for a while.

Well, let's hope it stays that way.

We will just slide this up, ja.

And then we are ready.

So.

Ah.

Two more days,
that's all we need.

Isn't it dangerous trying to get
things done so fast?

Well, of course it's dangerous.

Each new frontier is dangerous.

But time's against us.

We can't afford to take any longer.

Yes, but what about Shea? We worked on him
for a month and he ended up uncontrollable.

It's a moot point whether
Shea is uncontrollable.

Let's rather say that he's
temporaly slipped the leash.

But Dr Reynolds, that's quite a
different matter.

An expert, knows all about it.

Which makes it so much easier
to condition her,

just when she thinks
she's fighting it.

Now, Morag, my dear.

Let's see how far
we can get today.

- Perhaps we should break for the day.
- No, no.

She's reacting exactly
as we want her to.

That's what it might be a good time to stop. If
we push it, she may go over the edge like Shea.

Shea was ruined by your crude methods
before I was ever brought in.

All I'm saying is
that if we try to rush this,

we might end up with the same problem
on our hands as we've got with Shea.

And God knows how we're going
to solve that now.

As soon as we finish with Dr Reynolds,
I want to have another go at Shea.

I think I know how to get him
back again.

I think it may have been
to late for that.

He's disappeared.

- What?
- They're checking.

His door was left open.
It looked deliberate.

Well, you'd better find him,
you really had. The man is a killer.

Martindale.

What?

Invercaldy. Dunbar.

Yes.

Mr Crane.

I think we've met before.

Norton.

Right.

Drexel.

Drexel!

- Drexel!
- What do you think you're doing?

- Don't you know how dangerous that is?
- That was Masson. He said to stop everything.

We are not stopping now.
She's nearly there.

If Masson says stop, we stop.

One more run and we've got her.

- Now! It's an order!
- I am not stopping now.

I obey orders. Front Office want to know
what you're up to.

They pick up Dr Reynolds. I take
delivery. I don't ask questions.

No, but you're remarkably
full of answers.

I'm already stuck my neck out by stopping
work on Dr Reynolds. What else can I do?

Yes?

Send him in.

A friend of yours has come calling.

What the hell are you doing here?

- I got your message.
- I didn't send one.

Someone did. I had a phone call. They said
they were speaking on your behalf.

I suppose all we need now is
for Crane to come blundering in.

I was coming to that.

What the hell is going on?

That goon was on the same train as Anne, the
one she was supposed to be taking to London.

- I daresay.
- Is that the best you can do?

What is this place anyway?
A weekend retreat for your fancy boys?

Not ours. It's run by,
shall we say, one of our allies.

I believe they've been vetting Anne.

"Vetting"? What's that
a euphemism for?

Look, Crane, It's all been
very tricky.

Officially, this place
doesn't exist.

And for that matter, officially
Department 7 doesn't exist either.

We've had to negotiate
at ambassadorial level.

It's been... like a dialogue
between two ghosts

What do they want with Anne
in the first place?

They wanted to infiltrate
our unit.

You just say they're
our allies, for God's sake.

Formally, yes.

But in the field of mind control,

the first master it,
masters the world.

It appears they were a little
concerned that we might be ahead...

- Are you condoning what they have done?
- Naturally not.

Because they are the big boys and we want
to play with them from time to time

we depend on their co-operation.

If they decide to go in for a
little bit of rule-bending, then...

Rule-bending? What the hell
have they been up to?

Branwashing.

Mr Crane, we haven't been introduced,
but my name doesn't matter.

- Would you like to see Dr Reynolds?
- You're damn right, I would.

I don't think you can do that
right at the moment.

- Why not?
- They're still in the middle of procedure.

- It could be dangerous to interrupt.
- I told Norton to stop over an hour ago.

The no-go light's still on outside.

- Outside where?
- The processing room.

Look, you can sit down
here all day.

I'm going to get
the thing stopped. Let's go.

- I'm going in.
- Not now. It could be dangerous.

- For whom?
- The subject, of course.

Anne...

Drexel...
You bastard!

Crane...

Your...

Your wife...

Nothing personal, old boy.

I just...

Orders.

When I think of what a close
thing it was. A matter of minutes.

Forget about it.
I'm fine now.

- You seem to be...
- I said I'm fine.

Though I'm touched by your concern.

I don't think you realise how near
you came to being completely brainwashed.

Like that other poor devil.
Shea, was it?

Something must have gone
very wrong there.

The only thing that went wrong
was he escaped.

Acted out what he'd been
programmed to do too early.

Don't tell me Drexel programmed
the man to kill him?

He was after someone else.
I suspect it was me.

- So why he did kill Drexel?
- Who says he did?

It all happened in total darkness.

Roys said they found the man
about a mile away

having shot himself with
the same gun that killed Drexel.

And if he did kill him, why didn't
they find the gun beside him?

All right.
Let me ask you a question.

If he didn't kill Drexel,
who did?

Someone with a motive.

There'll be an inquiry.

No, there won't. Too many embarrassed
faces in the higher echelons.

They can't cover up a man's death.
Two men's death.

Watch them.