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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.