All language subtitles for The Omega Factor [1979] E09 - Double Vision.english

Julia!

Sorry.
Sorry.

I'm sorry, sir,
we're closing.

But didn't somebody
just come in here

Nobody in here,
unless you count the dummies.

I'm just doing my rounds.
Well, I have to.

There's always somebody hiding
in the Chamber of Horrors for a bet

Then they get a bit scared and
try to smash their way out.

Don't look now, but it's
the invasion of the body snatchers!

What are you doing here?

Keeping an eye on you.

I often pop in here for a bit of
peace and quiet, you know?

Nice looking people who don't answer back.

I saw Julia.

I thought she came in here.

Everything - the coat, the walk...

Oh dear, we seem to have
the wrong slide.

Can I have the light on
for a moment, please?

Damn.

Oh, the rest seem to be all right.

I was in Venice last year. I can't imagine
how that slide managed to get here.

Such a beautiful city
but with such a sense of evil.

Please.

Yes, now, perhaps we could have
the light off again.

The peyote button is, of course,
a member of the cactus family.

The so called "magic mushrooms"
of Mexico are rather different

and come from the extreme
south of the country.

But the peyote cults flourish in...

the northern Sierra Madre
particularly with the Yagui Indians.

And the hallucinatory effects
induced by eating the cactus,

often in fairly large quantities,

will be familiar to those of you who
have read the works of Carlos Castaneda.

Clearly the effects produced
by hallucinatory drogs

can be intensified when accompanied by
psychologically induced states of receptivity.

Voodoo ceremonies
maximise psychologically

the chemically induced states
produced by hallucinogens.

The milder hallucinogens probably
operate entirely this way

emphasising whatever affective
state already exists.

Clearly,

the combination of a stronger drog

with an extreme emotional state such as...

manic exhilaration or
even deep grief,

can produce the most disturbing
and unbalancing effects of all.

Reports of subjects who have been
subjected to psychological stress

so as to produce deprivation
or heightened awareness,

and have then had this psychological
imbalance supplemented by chemical means...

...show that this produces the strongest
manifestation of hallucination,

synaesthesis, and even
psychosis and schizophrenia...

Dr Anne Reynolds, I thought you'd like
to meet Dr Vashrevsky personally.

- Tom Crane.
- Dr Martindale tells me

you have quite remarkable
psychic powers.

Sometimes I think it's a case of recognising
one's talents rather than of their being special.

Perhaps you and Anne would like
to join me in my office

for some coffee with Dr Vashrevsky?

Yes, thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I thought perhaps you'd prefer something
a little... stronger than coffee.

You've got second sight.

I'm afraid I went on rather longer than I
intended. I ought to have left time for questions.

I'm sure there'll be plenty of opportunity
during the rest of your stay.

- Oh, Anne.
- No, thanks.

You're staying on in Edinburgh?

I've heard of one or two things happening
here that are in my field of work.

Oh?

Oh, yes. Nowadays, hallucinogenic
drugs are everywhere.

And inevitably, they give rise first
to a sense of...

...mysticism and then perhaps
to ceremony and cults.

And what more fertily ground
than a grey, northern city?

You surprise me, Dr Vashresvky.

Edinburgh surprises me, Dr Reynolds.

Roy was telling me of an incident
that occured recently.

Hamish.

Well, you're not suggesting that Hamish
was on hallucinogenic drugs

when he murdered his girlfriend?

There was a lot more to it than that.

No African leaves
the witch doctor far behind.

And there can't be a better example of a
combination of skills than the African witch doctor.

In what sense?

In the sense that they utilise
organic drugs of known effect

in combination with the
encouragement of psychic states,

states of frenzy,

of hallucination, of...

Possession?

They attack both the body and
the mind at the same time.

And in the battle for the mind
possession is nine tenths of the war.

I don't think Hamish is
a joking matter, Dr Vashrevsky.

- He did kill someone.
- I beg your pardon.

And it was more than an accident.

Possession does seem to me
to be the most likely explanation.

They found more than
tribal artefacts in his room.

Hamish was the victim of modern,
not ancient, techniques.

He was primed to kill
but he was triggered too early.

How unfortunate.

Unfortunate! A girl died.

- Lovers' tiff.
- Oh, come on, Roy.

Love can do strange things to people,
Mr Crane. It's a form possession.

Particularly when there's
an estrangement or grief.

That combined perhaps with drug use,

it's a terrible weapon.

It can overcome all rationality.

Hamish was not possessed by love.
He was brainwashed.

Let me get another drink.
Anne?

Yes, please.

Perhaps you and Tom would care to join
Dr Vashrevsky and myself to dinner tonight?

- That...
- Oh, it's a nice idea but we'd...

planned a quiet evening.

# ELO: Don't bring me down #

I like your idea of a quiet evening.

What?

I said I like your idea of a quiet...

I can't hear!

I need another drink!

Just going to the loo.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Two whiskies, please.

# Blondie: Heart of Glass #

Been dancing on your own?
Not very trendy.

- I saw Julia again.
- You've had too much to drink.

No, I swear it was her.
The style of dancing, everything.

This afternoon, it was the walk.
Did you see her face?

No.

Tom, there are a lot of people in the
world. Some are bound to walk the same way.

- Look, they nearly all dance the same way...
- She was my wife! It was her.

Take these to the table.
I want to go and look for her.

- You're not going to dance?
- I've got to look.

Why don't we just call it a day
and have an early night?

- Anne, I swear it was her!
- She's dead! She's been dead for months!

Oh, what's the point?

Sorry.

What do you want to do?

Let's just go home.

OK.

Oh, your quiet evening,
Mr Crane!

Yeah, well, we got sidetracked.
It begins now.

You're surprised to see me here,
a serious academic?

I like dancing, I like
pop music, why not?

Besides, what better place to study
possession and psychedelic effects?

I love that dress.
Come on, let's dance!

No, thank you.

Well?

What?

Oh, God.

I might just as well be an old spinster with
an aspidistra to polish as to have you around.

Are you going to stay
in this mood all night?

It's nothing to do
with anything you've done.

Isn't about time you told me
just what it is?

Look, twice within a few hours,
I've seen Julia.

It's no good telling me she's dead.
That doesn't alter it. I saw her.

You saw someone who looked like her
and disappeared when you went to see.

You think I'm hallucinating,
don't you?

Tom, Julia was a good friend of mine.

I know she was your wife
but the point is...

she's dead.

And in my book, that means she can't be
affected in any way by anything we do.

What do you mean?

I mean that I'm not having Julia's ghost
haunting us morning, noon, at night

because of some guilt complex you have
about sleeping with me.

If you want it straight, that is exactly
what I mean. She's dead and buried,

and a decent interval has gone by.

And I've fallen for you...

dummy.

All I'm getting is Julia.

I can't stand it much longer, Tom.

You do get the wrong end
of the stick sometimes.

I'd brought you some coffee.

Thanks.

- What time is it?
- It's nearly 10:30.

- It's Saturday, isn't it?
- Yeah, but we said we'd get up early

spend the day at the zoo.

Of course, if you're too tired...

No, I'm all right.

I'm not sure I am.

I hardly slept at all last night.

Being next you is like being next to
a windmill in the storm.

If carry on like that, I'm going
to need sleeping pills.

Sorry if I kept you awake.

You were talking
in your sleep as well.

- You'll be telling me I was sleepwalking next.
- There's not much left but that, is there?

I'm beginning to wonder
if your company's worth it.

Mind, you'll spill the coffee.

What did I say?

When?

In my sleep.

I don't know. If I want a conversation at four
in the morning, I can turn on the World Service.

I must have said something.

You said plenty, but I can't remember it
any more than you can.

Do you want some more coffee?

No, no, I've still got this.

I suppose I'd better
make the effort.

Let's see if the elephants remember us.

You've still got your binoculars?

I left them in the office. Why?

Thought might take them with us.

What are you planning on watching?

Birds.

That's a relief.

We can collect them on the way in.

Can I use your toothbrush?

Oh, I've bought you your own.

My very own personal toothbrush?

Where the hell is it?

In your very own personal drawer.

Morning.

Dr Martindale said I might roost in here over
the weekend. I'm sure Dr Reynolds won't mind.

No.

I have to get something from the desk.

Binoculars, top right-hand drawer.

- Russian.
- Like yourself.

A long time ago.

A day at the races,
Dr. Hackenbush?

Oh, no, the zoo, actually

Burke and Hare, an unpublished thesis
from the History Department.

I didn't know history was your line.

Not history. There's a rumour.
It's still going on, body snatching.

- What, here?
- I believe so.

And not to feed the medical department.
Something much more sinister.

There's some evidence that newly-buried
bodies are being disinterred

for use in some kind of ritual.

- In Edinburgh?
- In Edinburgh.

That's why I decided to stay on.

Can you hangon a minute?
I'm just going to make a phone call.

Not the body snatchers?

Once a journalist... I'm just going to call
an editor I know, see what he thinks.

OK, I'll check what I can.

I was thinking of coming down on the shuttle
anyway, see if I can pick up a few threads.

Perhaps Monday?

OK, I may see you then.

Julia.

Julia!

Tom!

Tom!

Where have you been?
I've got you an ice cream.

- Are you ready?
- Just a minute.

Anne!

Coming.

I'll miss the shuttle if we don't hurry.

I suppose you know what you're up to?

I've got to find out about
Julia once and for all.

Good.

I was going up to London on Monday to see the
editor. I'll be going a couple of days early.

You're not going to the office,
are you? It's Saturday.

Why not? I always used to work
at the weekends.

What are you...?

Oh, Dr Reynolds, I was...

just looking to see if you had
a stapler I could use.

Er... yes.

I hide it here.

People always walking off with it.

Dr Martindale said I could use your
office over the weekend. Did he tell you?

No, but Tom did.

Ah, yes.

Of course, he was in earlier looking for some
binoculars. You didn't stay long at the zoo.

Well, we were only planning a short visit
and it was coming to rain.

Yes, it's a tricky time of year,
so unpredictable.

I'm sure you right.

Yes, well, I'll go and
have a word with Tom.

I've some further information on our new
resurrectionists that I'm sure will intrigue him.

Tom's not here. I just came in
to type this report.

Here is the tape you
wanted to... Anne!

Just dropped in.

I was going to phone you.

I wondered whether you and Tom might like to
join Dr Vashrevsky and myself for dinner tonight.

- Tom's not here.
- I thought you were going to the zoo together?

So much for having a private life.

Dr Vashrevsky mentioned it.

Tom's gone to London for the weekend.

Bit sudden, wasn't it?

No. He's been planning it all week.

How did you know I was coming?

I have to keep an eye on any,
shall we say, impetuous behaviour.

Like coming rushing down to London at a few
minutes' notice on a Saturday afternoon.

Well?

Well what?

Just what brought you down?
What drove you out of Edinburgh?

You mean there are a few things
you don't know about me?

I try to keep up-to-date.

I thought it was about time
I went back to journalism.

I came down to see a few people.

I thought most of the Fleet Street
decamped to the country for the weekend.

Not the Sundays.

I picked up a story. There's been some
incidents of grave-robbing, apparently.

Yes, I know.

How did you find out?

Vashrevsky, a friend of Martindale's.

Oh, yes.
Vashrevsky.

He's a bit thin, you know.

- He's got no reason to mislead me.
- No, not that.

Coming down to town to talk
to your contacts.

There are telephones.

I've seen Julia.

I thought you saw her once
before just after she died.

I don't mean flashing images
in the mind or dreams.

God knows I've had enough nightmares
about the accident.

I mean, I've seen her in the street

long enough to chase her
a couple of hundred yards.

And again today.

You probably just saw someone
who looked like her.

I know what my own wife looked like.

Looks like.

It was her. Unmistakable. I've got
the actual jacket she was wearing.

It has a tear in the sleeve
concealed by a badge.

I remember Julia sowing a badge over it.
I bought the damn badge.

- It still doesn't prove that you saw your wife.
- Look, there are only two possibilities.

Either I did see her several times
in the last few days...

That means someone tried to fool me into
believing I killed her in the car accident.

Or someone is trying to look like her. That
means someone is trying to fool me now.

There is third possibility.

What's that?

That the past couple of months have been too
much for you, whether you realise it or not,

and that, quite simply,
you are hallucinating.

Don't you understand? We are talking
about whether my wife died or not,

whether someone is trying
to drive me insane or not.

I want to know what's happening
why it's happening and who's behind it.

- Come and have a drink. - I can't stay.
I've got Vashrevsky waiting outside.

I was wondering whether you'd like to reconsider
my invitation to dinner now that you're all alone.

Thanks, Roy, but I'm having
a quiet evening.

Like last night?

I thought I was working for the
Department 7, not the MI5.

Vashrevsky mentioned he saw you,
that's all.

He seems to take a very particular
interest in my activities.

What's he is doing here really?

- Is he working for Security?
- Of course not. It came up in conversation.

Well, you and he seem to converse
quite a lot together.

We're very old friends and I haven't seen
him for a long time.

I'm sorry, Roy. I'm not
very good company tonight.

Perhaps it would do you good to come out
with us. It would brighten up your evening.

No, I'd rather not. Really.

Anne, have you observed any difference
in Tom's behaviour recently?

What do you mean?

In my opinion, his guilt at Julia's
death has been reactivated.

Yes, I know.

- They were very close.
- I don't want to talk about it, Roy, do you mind?

I'm very concerned about it.

Give him some leave.
Give him a couple of weeks off.

I'll try.

If you find yourself at a loose end
tomorrow, give me a ring.

Thank you. I will.

I'll see myself out.

Oh!

I thought you were away
for the weekend.

Well, I saw all I needed to see and
caught the plane back this morning.

Is that all?

I spent the night at the flat.

And?

All Julia's clothes are missing.
Gone.

That was her jacket I found.

Look, I'm not the only one.
The porter saw her as well.

Did he speak to her?

No, she was just
getting into a lift...

- So it could have been anybody?
- He said it was her!

Tom...

Don't you think you
should see somebody?

Oh, I'll see someone,
all right.

I'm going to see everyone
connected with Julia's death.

The police that dealt with the accident,
the registrar, the doctor...

She's dead, Tom!

I'm just going to check,
that's all.

What about the rest?

What rest?

The story that you went
to see the editor about.

I'm doing it.

As soon as I've got things sorted out
here, I'll go back to the payroll.

Oh.

You knew I wasn't going
to be in Edinburgh For ever.

I just stopped thinking about it.

An when the African slaves learnt of a Catholic
saint who had similar attributes to their own loa,

then that saint and that loa
became all important.

For example, this is the symbol
of Damballa, who is the...

Oh, Ian!

I've been trying to get
you all day.

- I was in the library.
- Those pills you gave me...

They're not the usual kind of sleeping
pill, some kind of tranquilliser, I think.

What does that mean?

You could use them instead of a hypnotic.
It's not something I've come across.

Some kind of organic substance.
There might be side effects.

What sort of side effects?

It's difficult to say.

Hallucinations?

Yeah, yeah, something
like that, yeah.

I'll have another go. It'll have
to wait till later in the week...

- Hello.
- Thanks, Ian, I'll wait to hear you then.

There's no record of
Julia's death... anywhere.

That's impossible.

Drexel could have hypnotised me

into believing there was an accident
and the coffin could have been anyone's

You think I'm going barmy, don't you?

I don't think you're very well
balanced at the moment.

What about the police?

No record, they said.

As far as they know, the accident
never happened. Likewise the hospital.

That's just crazy.

Unless someone's after you.

I know someone's after me, but that doesn't
settle weather Julia's alive or dead, does it?

You remember the afternoon
she arrived in Edinburgh?

- Yes. - I met her at the station
about five o'clock.

But distinctly saw here two hours
earlier in the town.

In a car with Roy Martindale.

- It must have been somebody else.
- It was my wife. He admitted it.

You don't think there was
something going on, do you?

Martindale said she'd arrived early,
tried to reach me,

couldn't, so she spent some time
with him instead.

He said she might not have told me
because she thought I'd be jealous.

He was right.

Maybe I had cause to be.

- You're not serious?
- Oh, but I am.

I thought you were mad
about each other?

Who's to say what there is
between two people?

Tom...

What happens if she is still alive?

As far as you and
I are concerned, I mean.

You hadn't thought
about that, had you?

If she is alive, she's got a hell of
a lot of explaining to do.

- So have you.
- No, I haven't.

Nor have I got anything
to apologise for.

I'm not sure that I'll be able
to say the same thing.

The priestess give the order for the gods
to come and reveal themselves.

Outside, the call is being
cracked out by a whip.

Oh, sorry, I thought
Dr Vashrevsky was here.

He'll be back in a minute.
He's expecting you. Come and sit down.

Would you like to take
a couple of weeks' leave?

- Leave?
- Well, you're due for some.

What, right away?

Why not?

- I thought you might fancy some sunshine.
- What gave you that idea?

You've been saying you haven't been feeling
in the best of shape, not sleeping too well.

I just thought that...

You thought,
or Scott-Erskine did?

I do have some responsibility to see
that my staff are in top form.

If I need a break,
I'll tell you, OK?

Suit yourself.

And there's something
I want to ask you.

Julia.

Yes?

She's not er... still working for the Department
and not telling me what she's up to, is she?

Julia?

Yes, I know she's dead,
but I've seen her.

Three times in the last week
here in Edinburgh.

And you say you don't
need a break?

There's nothing wrong with me. Hallucinations
don't wear jackets and leave them to be found

- Can't you see what's happening to you?
- I am not overworked or seeing things.

I'm seeing flash and blood and
it's Julia. I'm not hallucinating!

I didn't say you were.

Ah, here you are at last.

I hope I wasn't interrupting anything

Shall we go?

Mr Crane.

This is the latest one.
Four weeks ago.

I thought this kind of thing went out
with Burke and Hare.

I'm afraid not.

How many times has this
happened now?

Twice here. There's other cemeteries,
too, that have been vandalised.

I don't think it's vandals, not when
body snatching is involved.

It's not body snatchers.

No, whoever it is just digs up the coffin, opens
it, and that's that the body's left where it is.

We just have the trouble
of burying it again.

And the other cemeteries?
The same there?

Exactly the same. They just seem
to open up the graves for the fun of it.

Doesn't sound like much fun for me.

Does it take long to open a grave?

It takes a lot of digging.

Especially in this ground.

And you've never cought anyone?

It's only happened twice here. I can't go
patrolling the cemetery every night.

Do you have the exact dates?

Not off-hand. I could get them
from the office.

We'll call in our way out.

Thanks.

You see, I wasn't making it up.

I never thought you were.
What do you think's behind it?

Not sure.
Some sort of ritual.

There's only one way to find out.

How?

Catch them in the act.

There's no doubt in my mind
some ritual is involved.

Much as orthodox religion may wane,

its antithesis - devil worship and related
rites - go from strength to strength.

Isn't it strange

that at a time when God himself seems
no longer to be central to people's lives,

there's this preoccupation
with the rival forces?

Yes, I had an uncomfortable experience
with that myself recently.

Really?

You must tell me about it sometime.

The Victorians had no doubts
about their destiny.

Whether they built for the glory of themselves
or the glory of God is another matter.

Is something wrong?

You look as though you've seen a ghost.

But these similar experiences,

I'd like to make detailed notes.

- Would you mind?
- Why are you so interested?

It would make a fascinating study.

Of what? Hallucination?

Hello, Dr Reynolds' office.

No, she isn't. She's...

Er... yes, it is.

Are you alone?

No, not at the moment.

We'll talk later.

Hello, it's OK, he's gone.

- Who?
- Vashrevsky.

Ah. Have there been any
further developments?

I've seen Julia again.

Vashrevsky was with me.

- Did he see her?
- No, but...

That doesn't surprise me.

- What do you mean?
- Nothing specific.

- There may be something irregular going on.
- With Vashrevsky?

He's a brilliant man in his field,
widely accepted.

But his past is a little mysterious.

- What do want to me to do?
- Nothing.

Don't discuss this with anyone.

I'll be in touch.

What are you going to do?

I shall give him time to finish
his conversation,

return to the lovely Dr Reynolds,

and then I shall telephone him saying

I've suddenly discovered some more vital
informations about the resurrectionists.

- If that was Scott-Erskine on the phone...
- It was.

...and he was warning Tom...

it means that he must suspect me.

- Otherwise he would have warned me, too.
- Can't do much from London.

Don't underestimate him.

Are you beginning to reconsider?

You know I never liked the idea!

It's a little late in the day, isn't it?

- Crane is my responsibility.
- And you allowed him to find out too much!

It's not of the question of allowing.
He's got a first-class brain.

And highly-developed psychic powers.

Mistakes have been made.

The Hamish Mboto case nearly
caused a diplomatic incident.

It also caused more bad publicity for
his father and the president of his country

than we could have hoped for.

- It couldn't have been more effective.
- For God's sake!

A brilliant young man's life ruined,
a girl murdered.

Occupational hazard

You're not human.

That's an opinion. You're being
too emotional. Be objective.

I'm beginning to think that I'm the only
one in the organisation who is.

Are you disclaiming responsipility
for what has happened?

From what I've heard, you've been
the cause of some destruction yourself.

Dexter was a monster.
I had to kill him.

He abused his authority.

He was becoming impossible
to control.

Then let's not argue.
We've a job to finish.

I think you're wasting your time.

Crane knows something's going on,
that he's not hallucinating.

He knows nothing.
He merely suspects.

If he were sure, he wouldn't keep
trying to convince others. But...

...he must be neutralised.

That's not part of the arrangement.

Arrangement? How genteel.

The intention is to frighten him,
to scare him off.

But you've just admitted
that it hasn't worked.

I don't care!

I insist you call the whole
thing off at once.

On what authority?

I shall get it!

Roy...

Trust me, friend.

It only requires a little more and
Crane will no longer be a problem

Roy...

I need your cooperation.

All right.

But I shall go with you tonight.

It won't be necessary.
It'll only make Crane suspicious.

It's natural that I should want to take an
interest in my friend's bizarre activities.

I said no.

You can't stop me.

Your integrity, not to say your value, to the
organisation has been called into question

as the result of your lamentable weakness

in relationship to Crane.

What will they thin
if you ruin my efforts?

By trying to save Crane's neck,
you merely endanger your own.

I must be sure that you
only frighten him.

Nothing more.

Oh, whatever happens,
I shall do that, Roy.

I shall most certainly do that.

Tom.

Vashrevsky called. He wants you
to phone him back. He's with Roy.

That doesn't surprise me.

- What, him ringing?
- No, him being with Martindale.

They're practically blood bothers.

How did you get on?

I saw Julia again.

When I was with Vashrevsky.

Did he see her

No.

Tom...

How long have you been
taking these?

I haven't.
They are not mine.

Well, they're certainly not mine.

I found them in your drawer
in the bedroom.

Well, maybe someone else
left them there.

What are they?

Tranquillisers. They can have
hallucinations as a side effect.

Well, that proves it,
then, doesn't?

Even if they were mine, I couldn't have taken
them today. You had them. I still saw Julia.

- I wish you'd take time off like Roy suggested.
- How do you know?

Because I suggested it to Roy.

- Oh, did you?
- Yes.

If you don't mind, I have
some papers to go through.

Tom, it's for you.

- Tom!
- OK.

- Hello?
- Hello, I'm at the office.

I got the dates from the other
cemeteries. There's a pattern.

What kind of pattern?

I looked up the astronomical
data in my diary.

Each date is the night
before a full moon.

And the cemeteries follow a rotation.

So it looks like our friend
is due to another visit.

Go on.

The full moon's tomorrow.

Look, I'll meet you there.

At the gates. Give me...
an hour.

Er... good. Ciao.

Now, I have some final
arrangement to make.

I hope you have a pleasant evening.

Here. I think you'd better
come along with me.

What?

Just so as you can keep
an eye with me.

According to the superintendent,
there are only two new graves - this one...

and there's one over there
behind that horse chestnut tree.

- We'll take that one.
- Right.

- How much longer?
- Shh! Shh!

I think I saw something.

Julia!

What the hell are you
doing here?

Just making sure you
don't harm yourself.

Or anyone else.