All language subtitles for The Omega Factor [1979] E10 - Illusions.english

Dr Bruckner?

Who...

- Who is that?
- Rossiter.

Oh!

Thank you.

I need that.

I was asleep and when you knocked,
I thought I was still...

You're in London now.
Relax.

Please, you will join me?

Later.

- You are leaving me?
- I won't be a moment, Professor.

I have to make a phone call.

Rossiter.

Please, Mr Rossiter...

Please...

Moment!

Excuse me!

- Can I help you, sir?
- Yes. Can you tell me please,

if my friend Mr Rossiter,
he has gone out?

Rossiter? What room
would he be in, sir?

Room 21, that's next to my room.

Nobody in 21, sir.

That room is vacant.

No, no, no.
There's some mistake.

Mr Rossiter is in Room 21,
just next to my room.

22.

Well, that's right,
"Room 22, Mr Brookes".

Yes, and my friend is next door.

You remember?
He came with me.

He signed your book.

- You remember?
- You signed the book, sir.

I remember you signed it,
but you were alone.

No, no, no.

But... this door was open
and I left it open.

Well, if it was,
it shouldn't have been.

Well, I can prove to you
that Mr Rossiter was here because his...

his coat...

Well?

Ki...

Who is that?

Dr Bruckner?

Yes.

What is your wish?

Mr Rossiter sent me.

You... are from Mr Rossiter?

May I come in?

But of course, please.

My name is Arden - Luisa Arden.

Mr Rossiter was called away.

I have come in his place.

You are now in my care.

So? I haven't been
at the lab for a week.

You haven't been seen
for a week.

Say I've had flu.

Say anything you like.

I would like to know
why you walked out of my flat.

Tom.

I had some thinking to do.

About this... organisation?

Yeah, you could say that.

Look, you've spoken
to Scott-Erskine.

He's told you there's no evidence
to support your theories.

No evidence?

Anne, they tried to destroy me,
destroy my mind.

I know.

I accept now that Julia is dead.

Why should anyone go to all that trouble
to convince me she was still alive?

It must be because I know too much!

And why kill Julia,
unless she knew something?

I can't prove anything.
It's like catching at shadows.

But Julia knew someone in the department
was working for another master.

Who?

I don't know.

It could be anyone.

I told you I knew nothing about that wig
you found in my flat. Don't you believe me?

Did you believe me

- when I said those pills weren't mine?
- Tom...

This is awfull.

Now we are suspecting each other.

Maybe somebody planted them
to make us do just that.

For what reason?

To force me to leave Edinburgh.

Because I know
this organisation exists

and I know all the work the Departmen
does is being passed onto them.

If they can keep one step ahead of us,
of the government

- when the time comes, they can...
- Take over the world?

Good evening, ma'am. I hope your visit
to London was successfull.

Satisfactory, Watson.

This is Dr Bruckner.

Good to have you here, sir.

Thank you.

Watson will show you to your room
and I shall see you tomorrow, Doctor.

- Morning, Anne.
- Good morning.

Trouble?

I think we may have lost Bruckner.

What?

The intelligence people got him
out of East Germany,

handed him over to
Frank Rossiter in Switzerland.

You've met Rossiter?

With the Cambridge unit.

Used to be with Intelligence
before he came to us.

Yes, Tom and I met him last month
when he came up to see Roy.

Thoroughly reliable man.

Well,
when he and Bruckner arrived in London,

Rossiter phoned me to say they'd checked in
at a hotel off the Cromwell Road.

They were to fly up here yesterday.

And?

Not on the plane.

Not on any plane.

There's no record of either of them
even having been in the hotel.

My God!

- I have a favour to ask of you, Anne.
- Anything I can do.

I've... I've had to bring in
the Special Branch.

There's a man flying up
from London.

I don't want him clumping around here.

I don't want the unit to know
that we've lost Bruckner.

Not yet, anyway.

Does it matter if they know?

Of course, it matters.

If someone inside
the department is involved.

You believe Tom's theory, then?

I would like to use your flat
to meet the Special Branch man.

Yes, of course you can.

But you do believe Tom's story,
that someone in the department is...

connected with
a subversive organisation?

I don't know whether there's
any organisation or not,

but I do know that Bruckner
has disappeared.

Maybe he's been snatched back
by the East Germans.

Of course, it is a possibility.

But how did the East Germans know
that Bruckner was coming to London?

Why? Why start this business
of non-cooperation?

I thought I had been cooperating
rather closely over the last few months.

I'm not talking about the last
few months. I'm talking about now.

You stay away a week
without contacting me!

Are you surprised,
after what I went through?

This organisation you've dreamed up
- there is no evidence.

You have to say that.

You think I'm involved?

Do you believe that?

I don't know, but somebody
in the department is.

But no-one listens,
no-one believes me.

I suppose that's
why I stayed away.

I'm tired, confused...

Good. You have some understanding
of what's happening to you.

Now we can start putting you
together again.

You remind me of Ernest Thesiger
in The Bride of Frankenstein.

- I'm serious.
- So was Thesiger.

Come, Frankenstein. We will
make a monster together.

All right - Bruckner

You want me to work with him.

Tell me why he's so special.

Good.

Dr Karl Bruckner.

He's worked with psychics
in East Germany for several years.

He can train people like you
to operate at will.

You make him sound like
ome kind of animal trainer

able to put us through psychis hoops.

Yes, partly is training. Partly it's...
mechanical control of the brain.

- I don't think I like the sound of that.
- Oh, you don't realise what this could be?

Controlled perception,
induced when you want.

When I want, or when
you and Bruckner want?

The spy could become obsolete.

A group of trained psychics...

There'd be no secrets
between countries anymore.

The dawn of the millenium?

Or would only the people who have
Bruckner know the trick?

You must work with Bruckner.

I'll have rather to prepare you help you
get rid of all those paranoid suspicions.

How?

- Hypnotherapy.
- Nem.

- It's standard treatment.
- Brainwashing.

Rid of the paranoia? Erase suspicions?
Forget the Organisation?

- Forget what doesn't exist.
- What you don't want people to know exists.

No, Roy. No hypnotherapy
- not with you

and not with your
precious Dr Bruckner!

The East Germans must have
taken Bruckner.

But Frank Rossiter phoned me
from the London Hotel.

The hotel people deny
that they ever arrived.

They could be lying, I suppose,
but we've no reason to think so.

But how do you explain
their disappearance?

Rossiter handed Bruckner
back to the East Germans.

Rossiter?

I suppose its possible.

It's stupid.

Why brother bringing him over from East
Germany simply to hand him back in London?

Because then, when he turns up again,

suitably disarrayed and with a
few bruises, and so on,

we all believe that
he's still on our side

or at least we might have
done in the past.

We have learnt a few
lessons from Kim Philby.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I... I thought you'd be alone.

Commander Raglan,
this is Tom Crane.

- Hello.
- I've heard of you.

- Commander Raglan is with Special Branch.
- Oh.

Are we being investigated,
or shouldn't I ask?

Frank Rossiter and Dr Bruckner
have disappeared.

- Does Roy know Bruckner's disappeared?
- Yes.

- Funny. He never mentioned it.
- On my orders.

Maybe Rossiter's handed him
back to the East Germans.

Crane! Crane, are you all right?

Yes, I think so.

Do you often get these
dizzy spells, Mr Crane?

Not often.

I'm glad. Some ailments
can become security risks.

Oh, for goddness' sake!

- Purely a professional observation.
- You're quite right, Commander.

Well, I'd better be going.

We'll keep looking
for Bruckner and Rossiter.

Of course.

- You'll... keep me infomed?
- Oh, yes.

- I'll drop you. I've to get back.
- Thank you.

- Commander Raglan...
- Yes?

You are wrong about Rossiter.

I don't think he's defected.

I think he's dead.

Just checking to see if there's
anything you further require, sir.

No. No, thank you, Watson.

One thing about this place, sir,
everybody gets to bed nice and early.

And if you have any trouble sleeping, sir,

there are some pills
in the cabinet by the bed.

- Ah! - Nothing strong, of course.
- Thank you, Watson.

- Well, I say good night, sir.
- Good night to you.

Are you back to stay?

I told you, I had to be
on my own last week.

And now?

I needed you.

You needed me,
or you needed someone?

You didn't think about
how I've been feeling.

I did.

Quite a lot.

And I'm sorry.

Maybe you and Martindale
are right, there is no Organisation.

Just me and my bagful of obsessions.

You don't believe that.

No. I still believe I'm right.

The organisation exists.

So, do you return to the bedsitter
or do you stay here?

Anne, Frank Rossiter didn't defect.

He is dead.

I know Raglan didn't believe me,
but someone in this room knew he was dead.

It was as if I was receiving pictures
from someone's mind.

Either Raglan or Scott-Erskine knew.

Not necessarily.

It had to be one of them.
There was no-one else.

I was there.

He never really slept.

Well, what did you expect?

He is an illegal immigrant
on the run from his enemies.

He trusts no-one.

It's our job to rebuilt
his sense of security.

Meeting Professor Scott-Erskine
should help.

Yes. Well, shall we have him in?

Let's see if he's as talented
as we've heard.

Good morning, Dr Bruckner.

Thank you, Watson.

I hope you had a good night's sleep.

Yes, yes, thank you.

I knew you'd be anxious to meet Professor
Scott-Erskine as soon as he arrived.

Professor, Dr. Bruckner.

Doctor, we meat at last.

I know you'll want to start work as soon as
possible. Mrs Arden has laboratory facilities...

No!

I'm sorry.

Dr Bruckner, when we smuggled yo
out of East Germany,

we did so in order for you
to... cooperate.

That is quite right..
but not with you.

May I ask what's changed your mind?

I only agreed to work with Professor
Scott-Erskine and Department 7.

- Well, then.
- You are not him.

I met Professor Scott-Erskine
in Prague in 1947.

I remember him very well.

Whoever you are...

...I will not work with you.

# Pink Floyd: Brain Damage.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How was your day?

Oh, restful.

Tom, when do you plan
to go back to work?

I've been thinking about that.

Any conclusions?

I don't want to.

- Tom, you can't...
- But I will, tomorrow.

I'm glad.

I'm going to put myself in
Martindale's hands,

let him start putting me together.

- Change of heart?
- Change of mind.

- It's the one way to find the real Roy Martindale.
- Are you sure he'll be so different?

I'm not sure of anything.

You're approaching
the right condition.

No lessening of the brain activity.

But you're moving from the beta
frequency to the alpha.

You should find it relaxing.

An easing of tensions.

Tensions created by your
own obsessions.

And now you're moving
to a peaceful area.

Soon you'll begin to realise that all these
thoughts about a conspiracy, an organisation..

are imaginery.

I'm not hypnotised, Roy.

You can't implant ideas in my mind.

Why should I want to do that?

Especially when you're going to realise
they are just obsessions.

Omega... The Omega Factor.

The end and beyond the end.

The work is too important
for a single government department.

The Organization is necessary...

How do you feel?

Don't you know?

I'd like to study these,

and then perhaps, we could have
another session.

I'll phone you when I'm ready.

I...

I'll wait you to phone.

Mr Crane is becoming
an irritation.

Well, is it surprising, all the damn
fool tricks we've played on him?

- Are you questioning the methods?
- Well, maybe.

Vashrevsky's little game went too far.

It could have destroyed him completly.

I shouldn't question the methods, Roy.

People will think you're..
having doubts.

Thank you, Watson.

A very...
well-balanced young man, Mr Crane.

Nothing appears to work with him,

though I think Vashrevsky misjudged
his susceptibility to suggestion.

However, we do need him to work
with Bruckner. That has to be attended to.

- Thank you, Watson.
- Thank you, ma'am.

You implied that Bruckner
might not cooperate.

He will... after treatment.

I could help you with Bruckner.

- No.
- Why not?

I have my own methods.

And you cannot afford the time.

By being absent from the unit,
you... call attention to yourself.

- It's only a short drive...
- You're suspect, Roy.

Thanks to Tom Crane.

And I wouldn't wish you to
call further attention to yourself.

Or is it because I'm
no longer trusted, Mrs Arden?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Am I?

I've worked for the Organisation
since the beginning,

because I believed in the need for it,

because I believed we had to be above
governments, above petty secular institutions...

"Believed", Dr Martindale
- past tense?

No... I believe now.

Still.

One lump or two?

- Yes?
- Good morning. Mr Crane?

That's right.

My name is Arden. I wonder if I might
speak to you for a few minutes?

- Er...
- Professor Scott-Erskine suggested I call.

- Please, come in.
- Thank you.

I've just made some coffee.
Would you like some?

Oh, that would be very nice.

What a charming room.

Do sit down.

I'll just get another cup.

What is that?

- Sorry?
- The music.

Oh, Shostakovich, Violin concerto.

Oh, yes.

Milk?

Black, no sugar.

Thank you.

Well, what can I do
to help you?

I understand you're interested
in the whereabouts of Dr Bruckner.

Scott-Erskine sent you?

A subterfuge, Mr Crane, to make sure
you'd see me. I apologize.

Go on.

I want to take you to Dr Bruckner.

I might not feel inclined to go.

Not even an academic inclination
to know what's happened to him?

I am supposed to be a sensitive but..
even without that sensitivity,

it would be hard to look at you right
now and not smell the proverbial rat.

How intelligent.

But you are coming with me, Mr Crane.

In old movies

your part was always played by
Gale Sondergaard or Judith Anderson.

And she always had a heavy with her.

Am I supposed to say,
"How did I get here?"

I believe you invited Mrs Arden
for a cup of coffee.

A mistake.

I should've been more careful.

You were right, Tom.

The organization - I've worked for them
since the beginning.

But you knew that for certain
the other day.

I could almost feel
you probing into my mind.

Can you control it at will?

Only sometimes.

With Bruckner's help,
you'll learn to.

You and he will work together here.

Aren't you presuming a lot?

That Bruckner will cooperate
with your friends?

Bruckner will.

I don't seem to see that.

Anyway, will I?

Eventually.

Tom, I want you to understand exactly
what I feel about the Organisation.

You're going to tell me?

These people aren't villains.

They're working for
the benefit of mankind.

In secret! Underground -
never out in the open.

And who elected them?
Who appointed them?

They're above governments.

They go on, despite changes
in government.

They don't owe any allegiance
to petty party politics.

They... They represent
a continuity...

...and they consist of some of the best
minds in the world.

Only some?

A self-perpetuating power minority.

And to perpetuate themselves,
they kill people.

Only when absolutely necessary.

Like God.

I don't think even you
believe that, Roy.

They killed Rossiter, didn't they?
More important to me, they killed Julia.

I had nothing to do with that.

She told me that she suspected someone
was using the computer illegally,

that everything Department 7
learnt was being passed on.

She didn't know... she was talking
to the one man who was passing it.

I had to tell them, Tom.

And you want me to work
for these people?

Tom, they... they need people like us
to stop the violence,

to use the best part of the Organisation.

Oh, sure! Hitler built the Autobahns.
Mussolini made the trains run on time.

No, I told you. These people are working
for the good of the mankind, its future.

They have really got you brainwashed.

Can't you see?
These people want power, Roy!

Power to... manipulate.

- Total control!
- No!

No, I don't believe that.

I can't. Understand?

I can't believe it.

He left no note, no letter?

Nothing.

Where did he usually
keep his clothes?

At your flat,
or at his brother's?

He kept most of them at mine.

- But they are not there now?
- No.

In other words, Mr Crane simply
packed his belongings and left.

- Yes, but... - So he hasn't
actually disappeared at all.

- He simply moved.
- He would've told me.

Would he, Anne?

Yes.

Perhaps, Dr Reynolds, you're making rather
more of the relationship than there was.

I mean, here we have a sensitive man
who lost his wife not so long ago.

Maybe you were just...
a shoulder to cry on.

When the tears dried up,
he didn't need you.

I don't believe that.

Of course you don't.

I gather that he wasn't exactly happy
at working with your people.

No.

He frequently indicated he'd like
to return to London, to journalism.

Not frequently - occasionally.

Yes, well, I'll... I'll put a man onto it
in London, to check.

But I'm afraid, Professor,

that you've simply lost a member
of your establishment.

And you, Dr Reynolds,
you've lost a friend.

Three days.

We've achieved complete disorientation.

Of course, we had to inject
him with lithium.

It has a calming effect.

Another dose is far too risky.

Dinner, sir.

Dr Bruckner?

I met him in Budapest five years ago.

He was about 45.

A young 45.

He had one of the finest minds
I've ever encountered.

They've destroyed him.

How did they...

It's fully documented.

I didn't think you would be
so squeamish, Dr Martindale.

I believe your own methods have been...
stringent in the past,

even with children.

I tried to expand their consciousness.
What were you trying to do?

Encourage him to cooperate willingly.

Willingly?

He's an exceptional case.

Strong will.
We miscalculated.

The mind, Mr Crane, may be compared
with a piece of magnetic tape.

In Bruckner's case, the tape
has been wiped clean.

Not intentionally, of course.

I'm taking him out of here.

He'll be of no use to you.

Nevertheless.

Am I supposed to stop you?

That would be rather melodramatic.

But aren't you taking a rash step?

The Organisation doesn't forget, Roy.

I've finished with the Organisation now.

Give me a hand, Tom.

After all these years...

Why, Roy?

Why?

Because I believed.

Now I no longer believe.

How very easy it sounds.

It wasn't, I assure you.

Where is Bruckner?

In hospital. He'll be there
for a very long time.

It's a mess!

I should've listened to you, Crane.

Being right gives me
no satisfaction whatsoever.

What happens now?

I'll contact Commander Raglan.
He'll lay on a raid at that house.

They'll find nothing there now.

We have to go through the motions.

I'll have to file a report.

Well, you must go to the top.

We have people in very high places.

Very well. Downing Street.

You'll still be willing to testify?

I've said so.

You realise what you're facing?

Myself, as well as the law.

That's harder.

No time off for good behaviour.

Can I drop you
at Dr Reynolds' flat, Tom?

If you don't mind,
I think I'll walk.

I need the air.

As you wish.

I owe you a great deal, Tom.

I'll be glad when
it's all cleared up.

Good night.
Or rather, good morning.

What do you want?

You didn't really think you could
just walk away, did you?

Oh, I see.
I'm to be taken care of?

We had no idea
you were so sensitive.

I never pretended otherwise.
I was always against to worst excesses.

Callousness, killing...

The end results have always been
the important factor.

I've heard that too often.

Scott-Erskine knows it all.

I'm hardly worth the final effort.

There's no "final effort", Roy.

You don't really think we'd want
to destroy someone as valuable as you?

You are too usefull.

We called at Martindale's home.

His clothes have gone.
So is his luggage.

A trip, perhaps, or a holiday.

- Tom's told you about...
- About secret organisations?

Yes. I've been through it
all before, Dr Reynolds.

There is no evidence of
any subversive group.

What does Scott-Erskine say?

I've not heard from him.
He went back to London yesterday.

Well, there's Dr Bruckner.

Ah, yes, I have seen him.

I'm afraid his physical and mental
state has been seriously affected.

I can get nothing from him.

So you propose to do
absolutely nothing?

Dr Reynolds, I appreciate that,
in the absence of Dr Martindale,

- you are in charge of this unit.
- Thank you.

Now, if you can give me
anything concrete...

I'm sure Tom will be able to.

Yes, well, I'm willing to investigate
anything concrete

But apart from that...

Tom!

Hello.

I've had a visit from Raglan.

- And?
- He won't do anything.

Says there's no evidence. He hasn't
even heard from Scott-Erskine.

- He won't.
- What do you mean?

Today the body of a prominent...

civil servant professor
Andrew Scott-Erskine was found...

Oh, my God.

The car went off the road.

Burned up. No survivors.

What do we do now?

It's all over.
Nobody will do anything.

Nobody will believe me.
They'll get away with it.

- If anything's worth investigating...
- Raglan doesn't think so.

- After a while, you'll begin to agree.
- There must be someone..

You've no idea what it's like
going to know something,

to be absolutely sure about it
and have nobody believe you!

Especially you.

- Oh, don't be...
- I couldn't accept that.

The sooner I get out
this nightmare, the better.

- Tom, you can't leave!
- That's what it's been, ever since I got here.

One long bloody nightmare.

Thanks.

Anne, let's get away from this place.

You're part of it, if you stay.

Come with me.

I can't.

I told you, someone has
to carry on the work.

Aren't some things best left alone?

- Like your gift, you mean?
- Curse, you mean!

It's what brought us together.

3885

Yes, he's here.
Hold the line, please.

It's for you.

Hello?

Who?

Andrew Scott-Erskine worked
for me, Mr Crane.

How did you know about it?

A very able man.
I shall miss him.

I asked him to arrange for you
to join the Edinburgh unit.

Andrew kept me well informed.

I've got all the reports here.

Are you going to act on them?

The Omega File is fairly comprehensive.

I think we're ready to make our move.

However, I shall want you here
in London as soon as possible.

I suggest tomorrow.

That's everything, I think.

Right, well, I'd better go.

Walk me to the car?

No, I've got this lot to get through.

Besides, I hate farewells.

Give my love to Michael,
if you see him.

Shall I phone you from London?

Yes, if you've got the time.

Go on. You've long drive
ahead of you.

Tom!

The coffee. You know how you
hate that motorway rubbish.

Thanks.

Well, any time you need me,
just whistle.

What?

You know, how to whistle,
don't you, sweethart?

I just... put my lips
together and blow.