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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.

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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.