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Is anybody there?

You're pushing it!

I'm not.

Is anybody there?

Is anybody there?

Yes

Go on. Ask who is.

Who are you?

What is your name?

E...

F...

F...

I...

E...

Effie.

Effie who?

Effie you want to know the time, ask a policeman.

- Oh, Gavin! - It's only a game!

Well, I know, but you've got to do it properly.

The spirits won't come.

What?

What did you say, Jen?

The spirits won't come.

Are you all right?

Sorry, I was miles away.

Ian?

Oh, don't worry, love. He'll be all right.

He's in the best place.

Does anybody want a beer?

Not for me.

Hey, Martindale says he wants to try another series of experiments next week

with me and a few other volunteers. Who's game?

You spend too much time down there. You'll have to start cramming.

- I can manage OK. - Look...

- And the money is very welcome. - Are we going to have this seance or not?

- OK. - Right, then. Can you put the lights off?

Now, concentrate.

Concentrate.

Come on, Jen.

Is anybody there?

Yes.

Is it Effie again?

Ask if she has a message for us?

Do you have a message for anybody here?

Yes.

What is your message?

B...

E...

W...

A...

R...

E...

Beware.

Beware of what? Beware of whom?

Beware of whom?

What's happening?

No!

- Alison... - It's not me!

What is it? Oh...

Come on, down you go. Come on, you're OK.

That's it.

You're OK. Good boy.

Stay there now.

Doctor!

Doctor!

I can't remember.

That's the trouble, you see.

I can't remember, what happened.

At least you know who you are now.

Michael Crane.

And... you're Tom.

Good old Tom.

That's right. "Good old Tom"

Julia...

Where's Julia?

Julia's not here, Mike. She couldn't make it.

Well, she was... she was here earlier.

I don't think so.

Yeah, Julia was here.

You're a lucky bastard, you know, Tom.

What did Julia say to you Michael?

Who are you?

You know me. I'm Anne.

No, I... I don't want to know you.

I was here last night ...with Tom.

I don't want to know who you are. I only want to know Julia.

- I think it's time to go. - Yeah, all right.

We have to go now, Michael.

The doctor said we weren't to tire you.

Yeah, if you don't mind, please.

- So, uh... - Yeah, well, you get some rest.

We're coming out tomorrow, OK?

W-w-watch out for the dogs.

Maybe...

Julia will come back if I'm a good boy.

She'll come back.

- Maybe Julia will come back. - Course she will. Course she will.

- I want Julia to come back. - Let me sort your pillow out.

OK, is that better?

She'll come back.

I'm a good boy, Julia.

You OK?

- He's not getting any better, is he? - You can't smoke in here. Come on.

Oh, Dr Reynolds, Mr Crane.

I wonder, could you do us a favour?

- Are you going in the Marchmont direction? - Er, we can do.

Could you give someone a lift? She's a student.

The girlfriend of one of the patients. She's a been distressed.

- Of course we can. - Thank you so much.

It'll save her having to wait for a bus. She's all right, just a bit weepy

- I don't feel too bright myself. - I'll go and get the car.

Your brother's making good progress.

He's totally confused. He can't remember anything. Thinks he had a visit from my wife.

Sympotoms of the illness - amnesia, hallucination of a dead person.

I don't think he's making any progress.

Well, I assure you he is.

If you come this way, I'll get the girl.

Are you OK?

- Hang on. Stop the car. - What?

Tom, what's the matter?

What is it?

I thought I saw Drexel's girl, Morrag.

I didn't see anything.

I did.

At least, I think I did.

Was she small, with long, dark hair and an oatmeal-coloured dress on?

Shall we go?

Here we are.

- Thanks for the lift. - That's all right. Feeling better now?

Yes, thanks. Would you like to come up for a drink or a cup of coffee?

- No, thanks, I... - Thank you. We'd love to.

Good.

Come in. Come in.

This way.

There's no-one else here.

- I'm really sorry about the mess. - Oh, don't worry about it.

How many you live here?

Four of us.

Myself and Ian and Alison and Gavin.

- It's cold in here, isn't it? - Yes.

Ian's you boyfriend?

That's right.

The one you were visiting on the clinic?

He' had a nervous breakdown.

Overwork?

Something like that.

Er, what would you like to drink?

Tea would be just fine, thank you.

Yes, tea, thank you.

I'm glad you said that.

I've just remembered, we broke the last surviving glass and I forgot to buy any more.

What are you reading?

History.

Oh, which period?

I'm specialising in the Stuart kings.

That's cheerful!

Kettle's on. Won't be a minute.

Is all this part of you studies?

No, it's just a hobby.

We're interested. It's only for fun.

Sit down.

Spiritualism?

The occult - fun?

It's just something to do.

We don't really take it seriously.

That's how the glass got broken.

Really? What happened?

It was weird. You should've seen it.

The table started shaking. Then it turned right over.

I thought it was Gavin fooling around, but he swears he wasn't.

What, this one?

- Seems solid enough. - Well, it is.

There's the kettle.

I suppose it might be possible for someone...

- Tom, what are you doing? - How many people were there at your seance?

- Three. - It's just parlour games.

- Did you get any messages? - Tom, really!

Yes.

Yes, as a matter of fact, we did.

- Here, I'll do that. - Thanks.

What did you do?

I mean, how did you set about it?

We just set around the table.

I was sitting here

and Gavin was over there

and Allison was there

with the glass in the middle and the letters of the alphabet in a circle around it.

And something happened?

It didn't make much sense.

I think it's all in the subconscious.

Telepathy between the people taking part.

Sort of... wishful thinking.

The glass moves because of everyone pushing it in the same direction without realising it.

Jenny, did Ian play games like this?

Sometimes.

But that's not what's wrong with him.

What is wrong with him?

He'd been taking detoura.

Detoura?

Why, what's that?

It's a very powerful narcotic.

- Oh. - It's a shrub.

It's been found in this country.

If you eat the leaves or drink a tea made out of them,

it's said to have a... a mind-expanding effect.

- Like mescaline? - Yes. Yes, it's very similar.

Ian said it made taking LSD like drinking lemonade shandy.

I bet he did.

- Has he tried LSD? - He's tried just about everything.

And what effect did the... detoura have on him?

He claimed it made him clairvoyant...

...gave him a second sight.

But it all went wrong.

No... no...

No...

Wake up! Come on, wake up!

- What...? - Shh. Look here.

We've got to stop them.

What are you on about? Stop who?

- We've got to stop them before it's too late. - Stop who?

Omega! Omega end!

- Omega end? - Omega. They're everywhere!

Please! They're everywhere!

We must stop them!

- Hey, hey! - We must stop them!

- Steady... - Please!

Steady, steady. You're OK.

I will stop them. You're OK

That's it. Come on.

Down you go.

That's it. You're OK.

The point is to see if we can develop his abilities in any other way.

That's why I want you to be involved.

Tom...

I take you are still willing to help with our experiments?

Yes, it's not that. It's...

Well, I had a bit of a shock last night.

Yeah? What happened?

Anne and I went to visit Michael at the clinic.

As we were coming out, I could've sworn I saw the girl who was with Drexel.

Where?

Just outside the entrance.

What was she doing?

Nothing - just standing there, watching.

I leapt out of the car and ran back. She wasn't there.

Did Anne see her at all?

No, but there was a girl who was with us.

We were giving her a lift. She thought she saw someone, too.

You must stop worrying about Drexel.

- She described her exactly! - Tom.

Drexel's dead.

I know, but I can't stop... remembering Julia, can I?

- We established Drexel was behind that. - We established nothing!

That girl is the link. When I see her, Drexel's up something.

Look, he's dead. That's the end of it.

Here.

You're looking much better, anyway.

You all right?

It's OK. It's a pain in my head.

Funny, I didn't...

I feel sure there's something very important I should remember.

Never mind.

It'll come back in time.

Roy Martindale says it will.

Who?

Dr Martindale?

I remember him.

Good. There you are, you see.

Wh... What was he doing?

It's all mixed up.

Never mind.

He was standing over me in the middle of the night.

He woke me up.

Who?

The fella next door.

He kept screaming on about having to stop them.

He... wanted me to help him.

As if I could help anybody!

What, another patient?

"Omega" he kept saying.

"We must end it."

"It's everywhere."

God knows what he's been up to.

Mike, say that again. What did he say?

"We've got to end it."

"Omega."

Oh, God, I'm tired.

By the was, I forgot to tell you.

You'll never guess who was partnering me today at the parapsycho lab.

- Who? - The guy who brought Jen home last night.

- Tom Crane? - The same.

- Did you tell him who you were? - Uh-huh.

What did he say?

He asked me to bring his best love to Jenny.

I don't believe you.

I was lying anyway.

No, he asked if we'd had any more success with the Ouija bord.

He was very interested in that when he was here.

Hey, maybe he'll feature us in one of his articles.

Is there money in it?

- Oh, shut up, Gavin. - Get back to your washing-up.

I say we get the cards out again and give it another try.

Oh, I don't think I fancy it.

Not tonight. You two go ahead, if you want to.

No, it's no good with only too.

- Kinky. - Oh, very funny.

Anyway, I think it's spooky, like summoning up the spirits of the dead.

No. No, I think it's all your own heads, when you're doing it,

like a form of ESP.

Now, somebody images something.

If she or he is a dominant personality, then his or her image is the one everybody gets.

It could be a previous existence.

- Reincarnation. - Yes.

Don't be daft.

It's not so daft.

I mean, what about the Bloxham tapes?

What about Bridie Murphy, then, eh?

We have been here before.

It makes you think, though, doesn't it?

Maybe Effie was one of us in a previous existence.

Alison - she was asking the questions.

There's an interesting thought

- Pity there's no way of finding out. - No, maybe there is.

- How? - You just said it.

The Bloxham tapes. Bridie Murphy.

- Hypnosis? - Regression under hypnosis.

Be rather fun to find out, though, wouldn't it?

Would you really like to know if you've lived before?

Yeah, of course I would. Wouldn't you?

Well, I would.

- Let's give it a try. - How?

I've been hypnotised by Martindale and I've watched him hypnotising other people.

There's nothing to it.

- You mean now? - Yeah. You're not scared, aren't you?

No, but.. do you think you can do it?

Of course! Come on, let's give it a whirl.

Are you sure you know what are you doing?

Certainly. Now, come on. Get on the settee.

Come on, are you stupid, or something? Get on the settee.

Now get your legs up.

- Right. - Like that.

Yeah. Now relax... and concentrate.

- Right. - Now let your body go limp...

and make yourself really comfortable and relaxed.

Relax... relax... Let you arms limp.

And your legs...

Now, you've no weight. No weight at all.

Think of something really nice, really smooth and pleasurable.

Think of a white cloud floating in the warm, sunny sky.

You're on that cload, warm and comfortable and soft.

Relax.

Your eyelids are getting heavier...

and heavier.

You're feeling very tired. Very sleepy.

I shall count up to five.

When I reach five, you'll be fast asleep.

One... two... three...

four... five...

For goodness sake.

Well, I mean, if that's the best you can do...

It's not up to me. It's up to you.

It's up to the subject. Isn't it, Jen? Tell her!

Jen?

OK, Jenny, the joke's over.

- Jenny! - Yes?

Can you hear me, Jenny?

Yes, I can hear you.

She's in a trance!

She's fooling.

I don't think so.

Get me the knife.

Listen, Jenny. I'm going to jab your hand with this knife in a moment,

but you won't feel a thing.

Do you understand?

Yes.

- See? - Oh, wait a minute.

Now. listen, Jenny

I'm going to jab your left handwith a knife and this time it will hurt.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Here it comes.

I'm going to jab your hand... now.

I'm sorry about that, Jenny,

but it's OK. The pain's all gone now

You're getting obsessive about Drexel.

Are you saying I'm imagining things or just making them up?

I'm not saying that.

Drexel said he wasn't responsible for Julia's death. He acted under orders.

Are you think he would have confessed that to your face?

I think he would. He was that sort of man, proud of his work.

Look, that's just sick.

And he left me one clue.

It was on a signet ring he was wearing - an omega sign.

That keeps coming up over and over again.

Can it be coincidence that the guy at the clinic

was rambling on to Michael about the same thing?

No... no, I can't explain that, I must say.

No, nor can I, but I intend to.

Look, you can't do anything while Mike's in this condition,

so why don't you just relax? Huh?

It'll take more than that.

A little Brahms, perhaps?

A little bodily contact, perhaps.

Oh, Tom, come on...

Hey, come here.

I could have a word with his girlfriend.

Whose?

The guy at the clinic.

She might know what was going on about.

It's a good idea.

What, right now?

I can always come back later.

Uh-uh. I'll be in bed.

Fine.

Good night.

- Yes? - Good evening. Is Jenny at home?

Well, she is, but...

I'm Tom Crane. I met her at the hospital yesterday.

Oh, yes.

- Is she all right? - Yes, she is, but...

You can't go in...

No...

The soldiers! The soldiers is coming!

Away! Away!

It's all the fault of the apothecary - he's to blame.

- What's going on? - Shh! Go on, Jenny!

- My name is Effie. - Yes, go on.

No, dunnae want to.

What happened next?

No! Please, I beg you, for the love of God!

I only use my power for the good!

She's a witch!

The flames! No!

- Gavin, you've got to bring her out, quickly! - Jenny!

Careful! Could be dangerous.

Burning! Burning!

No4 No! No-o-o-o-o!

- Hello? - Tom?

There was an accident at the clinic last night. Michael was slightly burned.

- Burned? - Yeah. Don't worry, it's all right.

- It's not serious, but he's a little shocked. - What happened?

It seems one of the other patients was playing with fire.

One of the other patients got into Michael's room the other night.

- Yes, I know. - Was it the same one? Ian something?

Yes, that's right. Did you talk to him?

No, but Mike said he was rambling on,

- shouting and screeming. - What about?

That's what I'd like to know.

I'll get down to see Michael straight away. I'll have a word with Ian. OK?

That won't be possible.

- Why not? - Well, he's dead.

Michael...

It's Tom, can you hear me?

How the hell did it happen?

It's a complete mystery.

There's absolutely nothing to tell us how the fire started.

He had no matches or any other means of starting a fire.

The electrical wires and fittings are intact...

- Spontaneous combustion? - Oh, Mr Crane...

Spontaneous combustion is a recorded fenomenon.

Isn't it, Roy?

There have been a few cases, yes.

What time did this happen?

- 10:25 last night. - Did it?

Did it, now?

Does that time has some significance?

Poor bastard...

Oh, Gavin.

Come on, Jenny...

We should've gone with Ian's family.

Oh, I couldn't.

I just want to go home.

Jenny...

You don't think I killed him, do you?

What are you talking about?

How could you have? Don't be stupid, love.

I keep getting these pictures.

I'm so confused.

Come on, let's get you home.

Are you any better?

I don't know.

There's something going on in my head.

It's all to do with Ian and me.

And something else.

Something I only half-know about.

Like what, Jen?

Something I've half-forgotten.

Jen, you're tired. You're worned out.

- You're going to have to go and see a Doctor tomorrow. - No!

I'm not going to go and see any doctors!

Hey, come on. What's up, love?

I must find out.

Find out what?

Who I am.

Oh, don't be daft, Jen.

You know who you are!

You're Jenny Maclaine.

This afternoon, in the cemetary...

I've been there before.

Very likely.

- I've been there in a previous existence. - Oh, come on!

- Jen! - Jenny, darling, sit down.

When you hypnotised me the other night, you unlocked something inside me.

Ever since then, I've had flashes of different scenes,

different happenings, a different me.

You mean you remember what happened when you were being hypnotised?

Everything.

Gavin never told me to forget, did, he?

No. No, I didn't

I keep remembering other things, too.

I've got to go back.

You want me to hypnotise you again?

I must go back to my previous self.

Look, I don't know, Jen. You didn't enjoy it much at the last time.

It's important!

I'll never know what killed Ian if I don't.

Tom! I need your help.

- What's wrong? - It's Jenny.

What about her?

It's all gone wrong and I don't know what to do.

What's gone wrong? Who's Jenny?

Jenny's the girlfriend of the boy who burned to death.

Have you been playing around with hypnosis again?

She insisted.

Well, last night she asked me to regress her again.

She begged me!

She went right back to the 16th century.

Called herself Effie MacCalyan and started rambling on about being accused of witchcraft!

Witchcraft?

She kept talking about the devil and King James coming to her kirk.

- North Berwick. - It got really nasty.

- She thinks she's a North Berwick witch. - She said she was being burned at the stake.

- Oh, no! - She was in a terrible state - weeping, moaning.

You suspected this and said nothing? Where is she now?

We have told the police.

They've ordered all their patrols to keep a look out for her.

What did you tell them?

Only what they'd understand. That's she is ill, emotionally disturbed, likely to be in danger.

So now what we do?

Wait.

I don't think there's much I can contribute by hanging around here.

I'm going back to the office to do some work.

- I think I'll hang on here for a bit. - Me too.

- I'll see you in the morning. Good night. - Good night, Roy.

- Thank you. - Thank you for your help.

- Is this Jenny's or Alison's? - It's Jenny's, why?

Just wondered.

Tom?

Tom, what are you doing?

Remember that woman's body we found in Fellgate?

How I got the images?

- She was dead. - Yeah...

- You don't think that... - No, I just... let me concentrate.

- Concentrate? What... - Shh, shh, shh.

Are you getting something?

I don't know. It's very odd.

What?

I keep getting a picture of an angel.

An angel?

And death.

Uh... just death.

Oh, God...

Who's dead, Tom?

Everyone.

It's no good. I'm just imagining things. Can't make any sense out of it.

- There's little sense in this whole affair. - True.

Why should you expect to make sense out of anything now?

- A cemetery! - What?

Well, everyone is dead in a cemetery, aren't they?

- And you angel - there was a big carving... - A tombstone!

...next to Ian's grave yesterday.

Yes.

There's no sign of her here.

No...

Where's Ian's grave?

Over there.

Tom!

Anne, go and get Roy.

I think we're going to need him.

Jenny?

Jenny...

- Effie... - Who are you?

You know who I am, Effie. I'm your friend.

No! You want to burn me, like you did pour Agnes.

Keep back, do you hear? Keep away from me, both of you!

I mean you no harm. I'm your friend.

I know you.

You're from the King.

Well, you can go back to King James and tell him from us that he's doomed.

Doomed! Tell him!

Jenny, can you hear me?

My name's nae Jenny. My name's Effie. I've told you that afore!

Would you listen to me? Your name is Jenny.

Jenny Maclaine!

You only think you're Effie MacCalyan.

Jenny...

- Effie! - Fool! You think you can catch me that easy?

- Effie... listen to me. - I hear you.

You must stop this and come with me.

Never! My powers will protect me.

Put down the knife, Effie. I command you.

Who are you to command me?

I only take orders from my master.

And who is your master, Effie?

You want to know who my master is?

Then look at him!

Look.

Can you nae see him?

Look harder.

Gavin!

Hey, what's the matter?

Look, I don't know. I had to come out.

I don't know what's going on in there!

What's happening?

I can't breathe.

Jenny...

Can you hear me?

Keep away from me!

Keep away from me, you fiend!

I know you, evil one, let me be!

Was she like this when you got here?

Yes.

She's convinced... convinced she's a 16th-century witch

about to be burned at the stake.

She's doing some strange things.

Creating images - weird.

- Creating them for you? - Yes.

At least I hope to God they were images!

Have you been able to lock into her mind?

I suppose so, or she's been able to lock into mind. Either way, it wasn't funny.

We've got to help her.

There might be a way.

She's locked in her own world and we can't get at her from outside it.

- So? - So the answer would be

to send somebody in there after her, to lead her out, from the inside.

Is that possible?

OK, I'll give it a try.

What are you going to do?

In these circumstances we need some chemical assistance.

Roll up your arm.

- Penthatol? - Yes.

Something like that.

What have you done to her? Jenny!

- Shut up! Get him out! - Come on! Come on!

What's going on in there? What have you done to her?

Nobody's done anything to harm Jenny and nobody's going to.

- Do you understand? - No, I don't!

Tom?

Tom?

Tom.

- Was it... - It's all right, Tom.

It's all right.

We did it.

How is she?

She's very shaky.

But she'll be all right.

She's been through quite an ordeal.

Now I'll be able to treat her.

The sooner we get her out of here, the better.

- Come on, Jenny. Can you stand up? - Mm.

Come on.

Are you all right, Tom?

Yeah, fine.

Let's get out of here.