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(HISSING)

(REGULAR BREATHING)

JOHN:
Swab.

Swab.

Close her up, please,
will you, Johnson?

Dr Harris, will you
step outside, please?

Five hours, John.
I don't know how you do it.

It worked beautifully.

Another success.

It's an odd thing, Steve.
The more you succeed,

the more you fear the failures.

(PHONE RINGING)

John Rowan.

WOMAN:
Whatever are you doing there?

(CHUCKLING)
Ah, Lynn, darling.

I'm afraid I fell asleep.

Have you forgotten?

Forgotten what?

The party!
Mike Orme's party.

JOHN:
Oh. Yes, I'm afraid I had

forgotten, darling.
Little bit tired.

I insist that you come.

You promised you would.

Lots of pretty girls.

Dancing, music.

(CHUCKLING)
You know I can never resist you.

All right, dear.
See you later.

'Bye-bye.
'Bye-bye.

Mmm.

My face!
You're spoiling my face.

That's impossible.

My public face, the made-up one.

I prefer the private one,

all scrubbed and shiny.

Ah.

But we ought to go up.
Mike's expecting us.

I don't think he'll miss us.

Oh, please,

John.

Just a brief,
personal appearance.

By courtesy of Sir John...

Rowan.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(LIVELY ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHATTERING)

(INAUDIBLE)

That's one I haven't seen before,
Lynn. It's beautiful.

Haven't you seen that one?

- MIKE: Yes, hold it.
- WOMAN: Mike!

Wait a minute, will ya?

- Lynn, baby!
- Hello, sweetheart.

(LAUGHING)
Oh, Mike!

What's a girl like you doing
in a place like this, huh?

- This is John Rowan.
- Huh?

- John, this is Mike.
- How do you do?

- Oh, what's this, a raid?
- This camera made me famous, sweetheart.

John's a surgeon, darling.

Yeah? Well, you've come to
the right place to get struck off.

Hey, Kate!
Fix the man a drink.

Come over here, I wanna
show you something.

Would you like a drink?
Whiskey, Dubonnet?

No, thank you. Thank you.

Jo!

Take this drink
for me, will you?

- No, I've got one.
- Well, have another one, darling.

Hey, what's with all this, er...
Sir John Rowan, famous surgeon, huh?

- I'm going to marry him.
- Oh, yeah?

For the title, hmm?

For the man.

- You in the profession then?
- Pardon?

You in the profession?
Photographer, you know.

No, no.

I'm a photographic
model, you know.

- Oh, yes?
- Yes.

What about your career, huh?

Careers fade, darling.
Marriage is forever.

- Ah...
- So they tell me.

Come on, they tell you
false, dear lady.

They tell you false.

KATE: Do you know
what he said to me once?

He said, "You've sold your soul
for a mess of pottage."

(LAUGHING)

What's pottage?

- Beg your pardon?
- Pottage?

Oh... it's a staple diet.

To the ancient Israelites,
it was as rice is to the Chinese.

But I don't like Chinese food.

Don't mind Spare ribs.

Have you ever been to Texas?

No, no,
I've never been to Texas.

I've been to New York.

I did an operation there.

You're a doctor!

How's your kiss of life?

(INAUDIBLE)

MIKE: What a great scene!
Come on there, babe.

Get in there, girls.
This is fun.

Come on, girls.
Give it him, give it him.

Oh, baby!
What a trip you're on, honey!

Come on, hit him, babe!

One more. That's it.
Yeah, wild!

Hello, darling!

Enjoying the party?

Lynn, I've had a heavy day.

I have to operate
again in the morning.

Can we slip away now?

- The party's just beginning.
- It's a gas, sir, isn't it? Eh?

- Me!
- Don't be a hang-up, Kate.

Me, me, photograph me!

Kate, take a day off!

If I'm going to
photograph anyone,

I'm gonna photograph you, baby.

Have your fun with little Kate.

May we go, please, Lynn?

- But I want to stay.
- Please, Lynn, come.

Don't let's spoil
the party, darling.

(IMITATING LYNN)
"Don't let's spoil the party, darling."

Kate...

- Would you do me a favour?
- Of course.

Go play in the traffic.
Come on, Lynn.

(CHUCKLING)
Okay, Michael.

MIKE: Okay, baby,
come on, let's show 'em,

All right? And that.

That's it.

Oh, this is gonna be great.

Hey, I'm first!

Come on, get out of
the way, will ya?

Me! Me!

Come on, Kate, cool it, will ya?

Ah...

Cool it, Kate.
What the hell's wrong with you?

Oh, that's beautiful, baby.
That's really great.

Now bung some cushions in,
will ya?

That's it. Now, get down on
the deck, will you?

Down on the deck,
sweetheart, that's it.

Drape yourself up, baby.

Oh, come on, let's see
those beautiful legs.

That's it.

Now relax. Beautiful.

Come on. Come on.
Come on. All right.

Give me the pretty girl bit.

That's it. Freak out, baby.

Come on, that's it, that's it.

Oh, sexy. That.

Come on, give me more of that.
Come on, baby, you can do it.

Lovely.

Now, you're gettin' me.
That's it.

That's it, that's beautiful. Oh!

Now let's make it really kinky.

Undo your dress.

Don't be shy.

That's it, baby.
Take it off.

I say, Michael...

- MIKE: Come on, hold it!
- That's enough.

- MIKE: Beautiful. Hold it!
- That's enough.

MIKE: What are you talking about?
Come on, come on...

- Now, leave her alone.
- We're taking pictures! Just a minute.

- Hang on. Wait...
- Please, please. We are going.

You may be going, mate, but...

- What's the matter? Are you mad, sir?
- Don't make a scene.

What?
Come on, ya toffee-nosed prat.

Give me that back!
What's the matter with you?

Go on, get outta here!

What the hell's wrong with you?
Are you stoned or something?

That's a bloody expensive camera!

(GRUNTING)

(LYNN SCREAMING)

- (LIGHT SHATTERING)
- (WOMEN SCREAMING)

(CLATTERING)

JOHN: Call an ambulance,
get me a blanket.

Move!

(SCREAMING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Dr Piper wanted in Casualty
immediately, please.

Dr Piper in Casualty.

Dr. De Rougemont in Surgery.

Dr. De Rougemont in Surgery, please.

JOHN:
Steve, how is she?

We've saved her sight.

And her face?

Plastic surgery
will help, of course.

Oh, my God.

You should have let me

- assist at the operation.
- John, be reasonable.

- You were in no condition...
- I could have done something.

We've done everything
we can at this time.

All we can do now is to wait.

John, they called me.
What's happened to Lynn?

Are you a relative?

I'm Lynn's sister.
What's happened?

I'm Dr Harris.

I'm afraid there's
been an accident.

A flood lamp crashed
into your sister's face.

Oh, no.

Can I see her?

Not at the moment.
She's still unconscious.

But... Well, is she going
to be all right?

We're doing everything we can.

If you'll excuse me,
I must get back.

Thank you, Steve.

John, how did it happen?

Well, the party
was getting wild...

(SCREAMING)

Lynn, it's all right,
it's all right.

It's all right.

- Come on, now. It's all right.
- That nightmare...

I know, I know.

But it's all right.
You're awake now.

My nightmare doesn't end
when I wake.

I think you should have
another Sleeping tablet.

Tablets, pills...

Why has he brought us here?

Darling, John is trying
everything he knows.

He hasn't stopped working
for a moment since it happened.

He loves you.

I'm sure that,
given time, well...

Don't lie to me.

You know the truth.

It's over.

It's not over.

- Look, John says that...
- Don't.

I'm not a child.

I'll never regain my looks.

That is ridiculous!

Perhaps you'd better
have a tablet.

(PILLS RATTLING)

Leave the bottle here.

Please.

No, Lynn.

You know I can't do that.

You mustn't give up so easily.

They haven't even
started graftings yet.

You'll see.

Have you any idea
how long a process it is?

How painful it is?

Just try to get some sleep.

If I have a tablet,

promise me you'll be here
when I wake up.

I promise.

How is she?

Well, she's Sleeping again, but...

I'm worried about her.

John, you're becoming obsessed,

shut away in here
with all these old books.

You've got to face facts
and get back to your own work.

This is my work now.

Living tissue can be restored

without the pain
of continual graftings.

Plastic surgeons are
only just beginning

to rediscover the ground
covered by the Egyptians,

thousands of years ago.

With today's knowledge
and modern techniques,

there's hope of
completely restoring her.

You can restore her face,

but what about her mental state?

John, she just asked me to leave
the sleeping tablets with her.

I'm afraid she's losing her mind.
Have you thought about that?

(BOOK SLAMMING SHUT)

Of course I have!

I know what she's going through.

Why do you think
I'm doing all this?

Val, please leave me alone.
I must concentrate.

Oh, please, John...

(SHOUTING)
Val, please leave me alone!

Val.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

I believe there is hope.

Real hope.

Thank you, John.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I brought you some food, John.

Thank you.

You haven't had
a proper meal for days.

Yes...

- Is Lynn awake?
- Yes.

I want to see her.

I have some good news
for her, at last.

Oh, I am glad.
She needs cheering up.

JOHN:
Well, this should help.

Well, what about this?

Later.

Hello, Lynn.

How are you?

What have you got there?

It's a guinea pig.

I reproduced
your injuries on her.

You deliberately
burnt the creature?

Why, yes.

Oh, John,
how can you be so cruel!

I had to experiment.

Now, listen to me carefully.

I found a cure.
An entirely new process.

Look.

The animal's perfectly normal again.

LYNN:
Normal?

JOHN:
No ¡II effects, nothing at all.

And for me?

Would it work, John?

Could it?

Yes, Lynn.

I'm sure of it.

Rest, now.

TANNOY:
Dr Ingram, please.

Dr Avery.

Dr Jones.

(TANNOY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Good afternoon, Sir John.

Oh! Hello, Bert.

You haven't been
down here in months.

No, I've been away.

I believe you have a patient
of mine, a young woman.

A patient of yours, Sir John?
A young woman?

No, sir. Unless this one.

Miss Alice Webber.
That one?

Yes, that's her.

She's a car accident.

Yes, but she was my patient
for several months before that.

I diagnosed a tumour
of the thalamus.

I want to make an examination.

There's been a slip-up
somewhere, then.

Dr Harris is booked to
do a post-mortem at three.

Oh, yes, he can't make it.
He asked me to.

Very well.

- Anything else, sir?
- No, thanks, Bert.

- Unless you want to help?
- Oh, no, sir.

Er... it's, er...
my lunch break, sir.

- You know, sir. Late lunch, sir.
- Mm-hmm.

Excuse me, sir.
Excuse me, sir.

He didn't say what
he was doing, Doctor,

but he did say that you
knew all about it, though.

- All right, you can go.
- Right, sir.

Do you realise
what you're doing?

You've broken every
known rule of ethics.

And you've seriously
jeopardised my post-mortem.

She died of a rib
piercing the heart.

What the devil have you done?

I've taken the pituitary.

It's opened up a whole
new field, Steve.

I believe I've discovered
an entirely new way

of controlling the endocrine system

to promote tissue growth.

You've found a way of
destroying your whole career.

Steve, undo me.

There's nothing
you can say to me

that I haven't already
said to myself.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I should report this, John.

I should, but I won't.

But if you ever do anything
like this again, I'll have to.

I mean it, John.

I'll report you
to the Medical Council.

JOHN:
Val, I removed the pituitary gland

from the head of the
body in the morgue.

- Oh!
- JOHN: Leave it.

Oh, John,
I'll never be any use to you.

Val, I wouldn't have
asked you to help me,

if I wasn't absolutely
sure you can do it.

Now, I know you can.

Raise.

(WHIRRING)

(AMPLIFIED HEARTBEAT)

JOHN:
Are you all right?

You sure?

Scalpel.

Forceps.

Are you all right?

Swab.

Swab.

Forehead.

Yes, all right.

Swab.

- (HUMMING)
- (CLICKING)

(CRACKLING)

This is the most crucial part.

I have to cut deep with the laser.

She won't bleed much.

The computer controls the depth
that the laser beam cuts.

All right?

(HUMMING)

(HUMMING INTENSIFIES)

(WHINE INCREASING IN PITCH)

(SUSTAINED HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

(MACHINE SWITCHING OFF)

Swab.

Syringe.

This contains the fluid
that controls tissue growth

through the endocrine system.

Dressing.

John.

- Is there anything else I can get?
- Ssh...

She's Sleeping comfortably.

I'll stay with her.
You get some rest.

Her face...
What about her face?

She'll be all right, Val.

Let me stay with her.
You get some sleep.

Go to bed.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

- STEVE: Hello!
- Dr Harris, how nice to see you.

- Do come through.
- Oh, thank you.

John was very mysterious
on the phone. How is he?

Very well.

And your sister?

You'll see.

JOHN: Steve!
I'm so glad you could come.

For one thing,
it means I'm forgiven.

And I wanted you
to see the new Lynn.

Hello, Steve.

But...

But, it's incredible!

May I?

Not incredible,

but brilliant.

It could be the skin
of a young child.

It is marvellous, isn't it?

Steve, will you sit here?

John, you must publish.

You'll have to tell how you did it.

I may well do that.

Not before dinner, please.

(JOHN CHUCKLING)

(CLOCK CHIMING SOFTLY)

STEVE:
John, it's astonishing.

You used the pituitary
and the thalamus from that dead girl.

Mm-hmm.

You took one hell of a risk, John.

We don't know enough
about the endocrine system yet.

How can you be
certain of the consequences?

It worked.

The secretion is functioning normally.

Yes, but for how long?

- What about side effects?
- Steve,

I have Lynn back as she was.

That's the only thing
that interests me.

Now all she needs
is a complete rest.

I thought a sea voyage
might do her good.

We're going away
for a few weeks.

Isn't it wonderful?

Three weeks cruising
in the Caribbean.

I envy you.

I envy myself.

- More brandy?
- Mmm, thank you.

No more for me, darling.
A little for you?

Please.

Steve, Val will be on her own
in London while we're away.

Hope you can see
something of each other.

Well, that'll be a pleasure,
of course.

Well, here's to a wonderful cruise.

- And to your success, John.
- Thank you, Steve.

May it last.

VAL: Yes, I know.
Would you like some coffee?

- I'd love some.
- Fine.

Hey!

You've got a cable.

- VAL: Cable?
- Mm-hmm.

It'll be from Lynn and John.

Not bad news, I hope?

Well, I'm not sure.

They're flying home.
They'll be here tomorrow.

What happened to the remainder
of the cruise?

I don't know. They've got
another ten days to go yet.

I hope nothing's gone wrong.

- Darling, welcome home.
- Don't touch me!

- Whatever's the matter?
- Matter?

Oh, no.

Thank you, cabbie.

(SOBBING)

No! No!

(SCREAMING)
Why?! Why?!

Lynn!

Lynn, stop that!

I can't bear it!
No, I can't!

- Lynn! Will you stop it, now!
- I can't!

- Quiet!
- I can't...

I can't face life like this.

People staring at me,

turning away when
they see my face.

I can't do anything.
Go anywhere.

You don't know what it's like.

Look at me! Look!

- I know, I know, darling.
- You don't know!

How can you know?

Oh, John, you've got to do
something to help me.

You promised.

- Yes, all right. All right, come on.
- Oh, you promised.

Come and sit down.

- You promised.
- All right.

Come on.

Everything's going
to be all right, Lynn.

Trust me.

Last time, I used dead tissue.

It must be human living tissue.

It'll be all right then, darling.

I promise you.

I love you, Lynn.

(BUZZER)

WOMAN: Come on up, dear.
Number two, on the first floor.

- Yes.
- (BUZZER)

- WOMAN: Push ¡t!
- (BUZZER)

(FRONT DOOR CLOSING)

Well, come on in, then, dear.
Don't just stand there.

You're not here
for the night, you know.

You're only here for a short time.

Well, come on, dear.
Get your clothes off.

- I'll give you a good time.
- All right. I'm all right.

Well, if you're shy about it,
I won't look.

Hey!

You're not going!

Where's my money?!

Maybe there's something in here?

Where's my money?

(HEAVY THUD)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

I can't ask Val to help this time.

You'll have to get yourself ready.

Who was she?

Does it...
Does it matter?

Will it work?

It must work this time, Lynn.

It must.

MIKE: Oh, d'ya feel that,
d'ya feel it? That's it.

Now you got it.
Now come on, give me something.

Come on. That's it.
Beautiful. That's nice.

That's it. That's it.
Now, look at that glass. Come on.

You love it.
You love it.

That's it, sweetheart.
Oh, that's it.

Oh, my, have you got it made
after that. Ain't that the one?

Come on, one more.
Now, take the drink away. That's it.

Beautiful. Hold that.

Right. Go and get changed
and then we'll have a drink.

Lynn! Ha...

That's fantastic, Lynn!

Hey, baby.
Look at that.

Hey, that doctor's a genius.

Glad you think so.

So, when do we start work?

I thought you'd
given up your career.

I must work.
I've gotta prove something.

- To the doctor?
- To myself.

So, I'm not leaving
until you give me the okay.

Well, I tell you what, er...

let's talk about it over lunch, hmm?

Can't make lunch.
I'm gonna meet Val and go shopping.

Well, dinner, then?

Oh. Hmm.

Still the doctor?

Yeah, well, look, Lynn, this, er...

this comeback bid.

Comeback?
What are you talking about?

But you don't think you can carry on
from where you left off, do you?

It's your doctor who's
the genius, baby. Not me.

Look, Lynn, you've been off
the scene so many months.

But that's ridiculous.

It was only
a few months ago that...

- Listen, Lynn.
- No, you listen.

Look at my face.

It's as good as it ever was.

Give me some bookings
and, in a few weeks,

I'll be back exactly
where I was.

Back where you were?

Listen, baby, where you were,
I put you there.

And don't you forget that.

And the day you blew me out, baby,
you blew the whole scene,

'cause you were
washed up, finished.

I made you!

You think you made me?

It was me that
made you, sweetheart.

My face!
Who are you?

Cameras, lights, lens.

The only thing that
you ever had was me!

MY face!

Hello, darling.

I spent an absolute fortune.

JOHN (CHUCKLING): It looks like it.
Here, let me take those.

Oh, Val, before I forget,
Steve rang you.

- He wants you to call him back.
- Oh, good!

You come and rest, darling.

(PHONE BEING DIALLED)

Phew! What a day.

Oh!

Do you know, a man tried
to pick me up today.

Said I was one of the most
beautiful women he'd ever seen.

Is that supposed
to make me jealous?

No. Proud!

VAL:
Oh, hello.

After all, it's the beauty
you gave to me.

And I'm very grateful.

Bought you a present.

- Which one?
- This one. Open it.

Since you won't
let me work anymore,

I thought you should be
the one to photograph me.

You'd prefer that, wouldn't you?

I don't want to call Mike again,

although he has called me.

That's fine, Steve.
Bye-bye.

The other equipment's
coming later.

- What other equipment?
- Lights, everything.

We must take pictures that
we can both be proud of.

After all,
I am your masterpiece.

VAL:
Quite right.

We can never be grateful enough.

What did Steve want?

He's coming to pick me up
for dinner about eight.

Oh, that's nice.

He asked how you were.
I told him you were all right now.

What did you tell him?

Well, I told him about Lynn's setback.

- Was I wrong?
- No, of course not, darling.

Why shouldn't Steve know?

I mean, he's practically
one of the family now, isn't he?

Well, I don't know about that.

I'm sure of it.
Come on, darling.

Let's try on those new dresses.

- STEVE: Taking up a new hobby?
- (JOHN CHUCKLING)

No, it's an idea of Lynn's.
She lives for Cameras.

How is she?
Val said there'd been a setback.

Nothing serious.
Val worries too much.

Slight epidermis infection,
that's all.

It's a tricky business you've taken on,
John. I've been reading up on it.

Seems Keppering in Germany
tried something similar.

His methods had no I a sting effect.

I read the medical journals, too.

Over a lengthy period of treatment,

his patients suffered enormous mental
pressure from constant repetition.

Keppering's theory is a little dated.

- Do you intend to publish your findings?
- Eventually, yes.

I think it's your duty to, John.
And, what's more...

- All ready?
- Hello, Val.

- You're looking very nice, Lynn.
- Thank you.

Well, the, er... the Armstrongs
are expecting us at eight,

so I think we'd better get going.

- Good night, Lynn.
- LYNN: Good night.

VAL:
Good night.

Have a nice time.

- Sorry to rush off like this.
- That's all right.

We won't be late.
It's not very far.

- Good night, John.
- JOHN: See you later, Val.

Perhaps we can continue our talk
some other time, then.

Good night.

Good night, John.

- What's the matter, darling?
- It's about that girl.

It says, "New clues in
headless girl murder.

Police believe killer
had medical knowledge."

- Well, look.
- No, I don't want to look.

It's just a filler piece.

No news, so the editor
rehashes an old story.

But they...
they must know something.

They've established that medical knowledge
was used in the killing.

Darling, you know what papers are.

Journalese. It means nothing.

Forget it.

Forget it!

Darling, why don't we go
down to the Cottage at Seaford?

Stay a week or so.
Or however long we need.

It would be nice to get away.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Well?

- There is some degeneration.
- Oh.

But it doesn't show.

Not to the naked eye.

How long before it does show?

A week.

- A little longer, perhaps.
- A week?

That's plenty of time to
prepare another operation,

now the equipment's arrived.

I can't do it, Lynn.

Not again.

What do you mean?

I'm sworn to preserve life,

not take it.

You're sworn to one thing.

I could never forget that.

But it's not necessary
to operate again.

Not necessary?

I love you, Lynn.

I want to marry you. Now.

Why?

Guilt? Pity?

Don't ever pity me, John.

Do you think I could ever be happy
being tolerated, pitied?

Lynn...

I love you, too.

I'm utterly dependent on you,

and I want to
feel safe with you.

But the scar would always be there,
reminding us.

I want to be able to forget.

It's the only way
it could work for us.

It really is.

Oh, Lynn.

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

Do you know that Val phoned today?

Why, no. How was she?

Terribly excited.

Steve's asked her to marry him.

Isn't that wonderful news?

Why, yes.

Aren't you happy about it?

Yes, of course I am, for them.

I'm not quite so happy about
Steve being so close to us.

Gin, darling?

No.

I prefer Scotch, please.

(WAVES CRASHING)

LYNN:
Darling.

Look.

Come over here.

What?

On the beach. The girl.

LYNN:
See the rucksack?

She must be
a hitchhiker or something.

Such a shame.
Appears to be all alone.

Darling, why don't you
go down and talk to her?

So, you know,
it seemed like a good idea.

Well, you know all that stuff
about "freedom of the road" and that.

I, you know, took off.

It didn't work out, though.

Not really.

Freedom?

I mean, I was what was free.

You know, this crowd,
I mean, they're okay, but...

You know, I... I didn't
like being shared out.

I mean, basically,
I'm a one-man girl.

I learned that, you know.

That's educational,
that's useful to know.

Thanks.

Beatniks is okay,
but frankly, you know,

none of them seemed
too clean to me.

You've no family, then?

Not really.

There's a goofy aunt somewhere.

You know what I was thinking,

when your husband
came up to chat me,

I was thinking of the sea,

of swimming out there,
except I can't swim for toffee,

and forgetting about everything.

You know, like
striking out for Ireland,

or some place that never existed.

- But you'd have drowned.
- That's what I mean, you know.

Then up comes
your husband and I think,

"Well, he's making a pass."

Like this,

"My wife and I would be delighted
if you'd join us for lunch" bit.

I thought, "Yeah, well, first,
there's not gonna be any wife,

and, second, lunch is
gonna be served in bed."

Then why did you come?

I figured,

what the hell.

At least he's clean.

I'm glad you didn't.

Didn't?

Swim away from us, I mean.

Be nice if you could stay a while.

Hey, you mean that?

Great!

Um... Do you mind, I mean.

You know, could I have
a little more of that ham?

Of course.

No, Lynn!
Not this kid, not her!

Why?

She's young.
She's got her whole life before her.

So have I!

She's perfect.

No family, no friends,
no-one knows where she is.

The other one,
she was a prostitute.

Her life was a mess.

Anyway, that's the way
I tried to justify killing her.

But not this kid.

She said she'd kill herself anyway.

She made the decision.

At least this way
her death would be useful.

You can justify that, can't you?

No, Lynn.

I can't.

Not her.

I won't do it.

All right, then.

If you won't, then I will.

- Lynn!
- I mean it. I'll kill her!

- I'll kill her!
- Quiet, Lynn!

Shut up!
Shut Up, Lynn!

Shut up, you bitch.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD)

JOHN:
She must have heard us.

She's gone!

- What?
- (DOOR OPENING)

Oh!
(CHUCKLING)

Fixed myself a sandwich.

I hope you don't mind.

No, not at all.

Oh, sorry about the nightie.

Sort of fits where it touches.

- Is anything wrong?
- Good night, Terry.

Good night.

(ANIMAL CALL)

(WHISPERING)
Rik! Rik!

RIK:
Yeah.

- Here, come in the window.
- Right.

Now listen, Rik,
I don't like this set-up. It's creepy.

Let's have the milk.

What do you mean "creepy"?

- He was in my room earlier. I...
- So?

Okay, but with his wife here?

- Maybe they're swingers.
- No, it's more than that.

He keeps watching me.

Everywhere I go, I see...
I see his eyes staring at me.

I don't like it.

Never mind about that.
Where's the stuff?

Haven't had
a chance to look round.

I've told you,
he keeps watching me.

She must have
some jewellery somewhere,

but I've only ever seen her
in a swimsuit,

and who wears jewellery
in a swimsuit?

Listen, Georgie reckons
this is a great set-up.

Remote house,
they don't have friends calling.

Georgie says we can
make plenty of bread here,

but only if you
do your job right.

I don't care what Georgie says.

I don't like it.
I'm not staying, Rik.

- Now, listen...
- Ssh!

(GATE CREAKING)

- Whatcha doing?
- I'm getting out.

- Georgie won't like that.
- I'd sooner face Georgie than him.

- Now, hang on.
- Hey, let me go, Rik. No!

There's not that much
of a hurry, is there?

No, Rik, not now.
No, let me go.

But it's weeks since
we've been near a bed.

No, no, Rik, no.

- We'll be out of here before morning.
- Please. I'm scared. No.

Oh...

Oh, Rik...

Ooh...

Rm...

(CLOCK TICKING)

Terry! Breakfast's ready.

Terry?

- What's the matter?
- Well, the door's locked.

Just a minute.

Terry?

Terry?

Terry!

- Terry!
- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)

I got in through the window.
It's wide open.

She's really gone this time.

What are we gonna do?

You must operate, soon!

(RUBBER SQUEAKING)

TANNOY:
Seaford!

Brighton train calling at Lewes.

Brighton train.

(CARRIAGE DOORS SLAMMING)

GUARD:
Close the doors.

Close the doors, please.

Blimey! It's my station!

'Souse me, guv'nor.

GUARD:
Close the doors!

- Close the doors!
- (BLOWING WHISTLE)

(TRAIN HORN HOOTING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Here you are, madam.

Not this one, porter.
I'd like a non-smoker, please.

- There's one here, madam.
- WOMAN: Thank you.

(GUARD'S WHISTLE BLOWING)

Blood.

The porter saw it,

and when they find the body,
he'll remember me.

Let's get away from here, quickly.

Steve, are you sure?

STEVE: I tell you,
I heard it on my car radio.

A headless body found
under the seat of a train.

- At Seaford?
- On the line from Seaford.

Val, it's too much of a coincidence.

First here in London, and Lynn
makes an astonishing recovery.

They go off to Seaford
and it happens again.

Both bodies headless, and the glands
John needs for the operation

- are in the skull.
- Don't. Please, don't.

He must be mad.

Val, he was always
obsessed with Lynn.

She can't know what he's doing!

We'll have to get down there right away
and get her away from him.

She's suffered too much already
to be involved in this.

Is there a train?

There's a pretty regular
service to Seaford.

One about every hour.

I'll check.

No, no. You get the taxi.

I'll call the station.

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)

(MACHINE POWERING UP)

(SILENCE)

(SIGHING)
Lynn...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Lynn!

- (DOOR OPENING)
- Lynn!

Lynn.

Lynn, I... I'll have
to wait till tomorrow.

Why?

Look at my hands.
I can't.

I can't afford to wait.

You must do it now.

Lynn, I can't.

Relax.

Have you prepared the gland?

No...

No, I haven't.

Then do it now.

For me.

All right, Lynn.

(METALLIC SCRAPING)

- (DOOR OPENING)
- TERRY: Hi! I came back.

(SCREAMING)

It was Terry!
She saw it! Stop her!

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

(HEAVY THUD)

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

(TERRY SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

- (SCREAMING)
- (SEAGULLS CRYING)

If you drink at this rate,
you won't be fit to operate tomorrow.

Please, John, I need you.

What for?

To kill?

To kill some more?

How many times must I kill?

We have what we need.

Just once more!

And then again...
and again.

No, Lynn.

I can't. It's over.

I won't do it!

John, I beg you.

No.

No, Lynn!

All right.
I'll call the police.

- The police?
- Yes!

I'll tell them you're mad.

Who do you think they'll believe?

You or me?

I don't care, Lynn.

I believe I am mad.

(PANTING) Look what I've...
what I've done... for you.

You call the police.
(SOBBING)

What was that?

Call the police?
Call the fuzz?

What the hell are you doing here?

(SNAPPING FINGERS)
Groper, the phone.

Rm.

Sandy.

You wanted the phone.

(CHUCKLING)

You enjoyed that, didn't you?

(MUNCHING)

He's like an animal.

Does what he's told.

No questions.

(MUNCHING)

Not responsible, are you, Groper?

If I tell him to hurt something,
he does it.

He enjoys hurting things.

Now...

We don't want any trouble,
do we?

RIK:
She's not in there, Georgie.

Try the other one.

Hey, have you seen
that lot in there?

What's all that, then?

My, er...
husband is a doctor.

He does research work.

Oh, he's a doctor, Georgie.

I bet he does a few snide operations
on the quiet in there, eh?

More their mark.

Terry said you was a little darling.

She was right.

Oh, you're... Terry's friends?

Then that explains it.

Explains what?

She said she ran away from filth.

(RIK CHUCKLING)

I should have
recognised you at once!

Do you hear that, RM?

Hear how your wife
talks about you?

Played her part well,
then, didn't she?

Where is she?

- Terry your wife?
- RIK: Mmm.

She came yesterday,
and spent the day.

Then left.

Taking my husband's
wristwatch with her.

What time did she cut out?

Cut out?

Go. Leave!

Well, I've no idea. Um...

Sometime after dinner,
wasn't it, John?

(RIK CLICKING TONGUE)

Liar.

You are, you know.

Because, at two a.m.,

you Caught her gettin'
a glass of milk and a sandwich.

Do something, John!
Do something!

Yeah, go on, Johnnie,
do something!

GROPER:
Yeah. (GIGGLING)

(SCREAMING)
Get out! Get out!

Terry left here last night

because you frightened her.

I frightened her even more.

So, she came back.

Terry was casing the pad for us.

We were gonna turn you over.

Where is she?
Where is Terry?

Get out! Get out!
Leave us! Leave us!

(GROPER LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

- (LYNN SCREAMING)
- (GROPER LAUGHING)

Leave her alone!
Leave her alone!

(GROPER LAUGHING)

GEORGIE:
Oh, Galahad's woken up.

The girl...
she did come back.

- RIK: Well, where is she now?
- I don't know!

(GASPING) I'll tell you!
I'll tell you! I'll tell!

Groper!

(GASPING)

(SOBBING)

My husband made a fool
of himself with her,

so I threw her out.

That's more like it.

Well, Terry wouldn't look at him!

She's looked at everybody else.

All right,

- turn the pad over.
- Great!

There's no need
to destroy the place, is there?

Groper!

GEORGIE: All right, then,
show us where the bread is.

Money, jewellery, valuables.

Come on, do you want to show us?

In the bedroom.

- JOHN: Lynn!
- Groper, watch him!

GROPER: Yes!
(GIGGLING)

GEORGIE:
Cool it!

Turnin' over's half the fun.

(GROPER LAUGHING)

(JOHN GROANING)

(GROPER LAUGHING)

What's this, then?

It's a laser.

Oh.

Well, I'll settle for the jewellery.

- You can help me, Georgie.
- Yeah?

Where's the stuff?

LYNN: I'm in need of
urgent medical treatment.

From me?

An operation on my face.
My husband refuses to do it.

Why?

Well, that doesn't matter,
but what does matter is that

you can help me
by making him do it.

- Why should I?
- Oh!

Money.

You want my jewellery.

I've none here.
I've... I've lots in London.

Take this. Take it.

I've lots more, I promise you.

I'll give you anything, anything.

But help me.

That's better.

Now, what's
wrong with your face?

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

Ten... shun!

(RIK AND GROPER LAUGHING)

(SANDY CHUCKLING)

Here, I'm hungry.
Anybody else for food?

Yeah. I fancy a touch of
the picnics. Don't you, Groper?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- (BLOWING WHISTLE)

- (ALL LAUGHING)
- Stand easy.

I'll see what's in the fridge.

JOHN:
No! You keep out of there!

You don't mean you'd begrudge
food to a weary traveller?

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

How did you get on?
Do you get anything good?

Hey...

A right bastard, he is.

He's a doctor, all right.

You know what he did?

Smashed her face up.

Ruined her looks.

- RIK: Her face looks all right to me.
- Yeah, comes on suddenly.

Something to do with the tissue.

I've got news for you, Doc.

You're going to operate.

Don't be a fool.

She's explained it to me.

Now, you get your needle,
and get started.

You don't know what you're talking about.
I've nothing prepared, anyway!

- Well, get it prepared.
- I can't!

You wanna bet?

Groper!

Bring him in here.

(PLATE SHATTERING)

(GROPER LAUGHING)

(GROPER GRUNTING)

What's that, then?

Pre-med. An aesthetic.

Mainlining for real? Go on.

(SCREAMING)

- Watch him.
- (SANDY SCREAMING)

(SANDY SCREAMING)

SANDY: It's a hea...
It's a girl... It's a head.

(SANDY SCREAMING)

(SPITTING)

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)

SANDY: It's a girl's... head.
Oh, it's horrible...

(MOANING)

If he did that,
what's he done with Terry?

(SCREAMING)
Oh, get me out of here, Georgie!

- It's horrible! Get me out of here.
- No, Georgie.

Not till you find out
what he's done with Terry.

I'll find out.

That nutter's gonna talk.

(RETCHING)

GEORGIE:
Groper! Get him!

Now, you murdering lunatic,
where's Terry?

She's dead.

Dead?

(LYNN GASPING)

Don't tell me
you didn't know about it.

He killed her.
He killed her.

I swear I had nothing
to do with it. He killed her.

- She'd swear anything.
- (LYNN PANTING)

You killed my wife?

My Terry?

Well, where is she?

(SHOUTING)
Where is she?!

Where is she?!

(SOBBING)
She's on the beach.

RIK: (SOBBING)
Terry.

You...
I'll kill you, you bastard!

- LYNN: No! Don't harm him!
- GEORGIE: Leave it!

Don't! He killed her!

- Don't! Don't, don't!
- GEORGIE: Leave it!

I'll tell you.
I'll show you where she is.

Rik, you go with her.

I'll settle with this one.

When I come back, you will
make him operate, won't you, Georgie?

- You promised me, you promised me.
- Yeah.

HK:
Come.

- Groper!
- (JOHN GROANING)

You raving lunatic.

You tell me everything!

Well, where is she, then?
Where'd you leave her?

Down there, amongst the rocks.

Just by the Point.

Where?
I can't see her.

There. Look.

Can you see?

No.

Just to the foot of the cliff.

- (LYNN GRUNTING)
- (RIK SCREAMING)

(GROPER GIGGLING)

Why don't you relax?

Groper, no!

Well?

- Where's Rik?
- Rik?

On the beach.
I left him there with Terry.

With Terry, John, with Terry.

It was awful. The...
The tide was coming in.

We had to pull her out
of the water, the water.

Did you go in the water?

- Of course, I was in the water.
- Well, why aren't you wet?

- I was on the beach. I was on the beach.
- You bloody liar!

- No!
- JOHN: No!

- (JOHN GROANING)
- Groper, no!

Take Sandy and get the cops,
the pair of ya.

Don't worry about me,
get the cops.

Sit down.

- Terry was in the water, John...
- Shut up!

Save it for the coppers.

Tell your lousy lies to them.

You're mad!
You're both raving nuts!

Doctor!

- (SCREAMING)
- (LYNN SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

JOHN:
What are you doing?

Come away from there.
You'll kill us all!

LYNN: Let me go!
Let me go!

(BOTH SHOUTING AT ONCE)

JOHN:
What are you doing?

JOHN:
Get away from me!

Lynn!

JOHN: I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!

(VAL SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Help me. Help me!

(SCREAMING)

- MIKE: Oh, that wink's beautiful!
- (CAMERA CLICKING)

WOMAN: Jan!
Jan, come here, I've got it.

Jan, come here.

Jan. Jan!

LYNN:
John!

Lynn.

Hello, darling.

- I thought you'd never get here.
- I'm so sorry.

I was more tired than I thought.

- WOMAN: Mike!
- Huh?

Oh, wait a minute,
sweetheart, huh?

Hello, Lynn.

Mike.

Mike, this is John Rowan.
John, Mike.

- JOHN: How do you do?
- Hello.

The man whose camera
made me famous.

(ECHOING) The man
whose camera made me famous.

MIKE: (DISTORTED ECHO)
Here, Kate, give him a drink.

KATE: (DISTORTED ECHO)
How's your kiss of life?

LYNN: (DISTORTED ECHO)
Don't let's spoil the party, darling.

MIKE: (DISTORTED ECHO)
Undo your dress. Take it off.

Undo your dress. Take it off.
Undo your dress. Take it off.

JOHN: That's enough.
I say, Michael, that's enough.

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