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You know it, the Prosecution knows it, I know it,

the Judge knows it.

It is not the Defendant who should be on trial here,

but a besotted establishment

who can cheerfully send a generation to slaughter

in the name of war and yet has the audacity to bring

a hapless fool like Lovelass to trial for uttering

words.

There was no crime, therefore there can be no sentence.

My Lord.

Some good points of course,

but McKinley was the wrong man to give them to, especially in that way.

He instructed the Jury. Got a verdict

and passed sentence.

It is plain that you deliberately sought to attack the law with violence.

The only fit punishment is to remove you from society.

I sentence you

to a period of imprisonment of 9 years.

Take him away.

May I guess what happened next?

As Morlar stared at him, the Judge grew pale.

Exactly, on the nail.

Later something happened to him.

In his chambers, an hour after the trial,

died of a heart attack.

The Coroner asked if there was anything

to account for the look of terror on his face

- What's on your mind, Inspector? - It's what's on that mind that worries me.

I've honestly never seen anything like it.

It seems to be struggling harder.

I have been reading his journals,

he talks about telekinesis.

Fairy stories or anything to it?

The power of thought to influence matter.

The Americans have done a lot of research, the Russians too.

They have a girl who can apparently think a chair across a room.

In America there's a man who can think pictures onto film through a lead plate.

All I know is, our ignorance is so great,

I keep an open mind.

Well, Inspector... We have traced these experiments in telekinesis and mental powers.

The first one is fairly familiar,

It demonstrates the power of the mind to dominate pain.

It's in the tradition of lying on spikes and walking on hot coals.

This second experiment is more interesting.

The boy's head is linked to a scoreboard.

The power of his thoughts

can turn on lights and ring bells.

This film is one of the most famous of telekinetic demonstrations.

Kulagina is just a Leningrad housewife and grandmother.

Over 40 high ranking scientists

examined her for hidden magnets,

wires and other artificial aids.

There were none.

They could give no explanation of her powers to move objects.

Lastly and the most dramatic.

This young history teacher is going to try to will this pane of glass to shatter.

To build a cenotaph,

first choose a million victims.

You know, Duff, I'm beginning to wonder what we're chasing,

victim or murderer?

It's a string of coincidences.

I can see how it gave the bloke nightmares, but every single one is explainable.

- What do you think he wants? - Conclusions.

To tell me I have 2 months left in England

and I'm wasting too much time on a man who isn't even dead.

Meanwhile let's find Lovelass.

Morning, sir.

Ah, bonjour.

- Morlar still alive? - Yes, sir.

Everything going all right?

I think the expression is, it belongs in a book.

I've read your reports.

This Zonfeld, is he reliable?

He's a her,

and everything has checked so far.

Some interested parties want his journals.

Who?

Oh, come - you have interested parties, too.

Why?

They don't have to say why.

- He wrote books. - Is that against the law in England?

Not yet. We've got enough trouble without a dozen Watergates to handle.

Morlar knew too much about those corridors of power,

what goes on behind the wainscoting, under the carpets.

God knows how he ever learnt but he did.

The books were bad enough, they want to see what's going on in those journals.

You've given me an interesting set of new suspects.

That's not their way, they're too subtle.

It was personal hatred that got Morlar.

Remember, I've been a detective too.

That's why you know I want those journals.

Taxi.

I tell you one thing,

lots of people will be relieved to know who did it.

Not as many, apparently, as wished him dead.

No, Morlar didn't profess to use hypnosis.

and you can't cause a school to burn or a car to move with hypnosis.

He talks in his journals about telekinesis.

A very disputed field.

But it's hard to believe he could give measles to his nanny in that way,

or induce a heart attack on Judge McKinley.

No.

He told you about McKinley?

Well, yes.

And his neighbour, Mrs. Pennington?

Yes.

You sound a little like you're becoming a victim of Morlar's own thinking.

It is a remarkable chain of coincidence.

Remarkable.

It's not coincidence, it's me.

It seems like you,

but when we understand more about you, perhaps we'll know why.

Don't patronise me.

You drag people out of hell and yet you refuse to recognise the devil.

If I believed in possession, I'd be a witch doctor.

You're clever,

they told me you'd be clever, that's why I came.

But don't talk to me of coincidence.

My wife and I had a baby,

it was born deformed, withered.

It lived for an hour and when it died the hospital breathed a sigh of relief.

If you say coincidence to me, I will drive my fist through your face.

All right, I'm not possessed.

I don't believe in the devil any more than you,

any more than I believe in God. But what is it?

Do you know what I did when I saw the baby?

I'd wanted that child.

It was the only thing I had wanted from my marriage.

When I looked at it, all these coincidences seemed too much.

I was afraid, to tell anyone.

So I went to the one place where people who are afraid can go.

Come in, Mr. Morlar.

It is Morlar, is it? Come in.

It's a little dim in here, but most of my clients expect it.

The truth is we're nearer the Dark Ages than we care to admit.

Sit down by the table, don't be nervous.

I have a very varied clientele.

Young girls who are pregnant,

stockbrokers whose businesses are failing,

Middle-aged ladies in love with their hairdressers.

We all need to know our destiny.

Now is it...

Just a simple reading you require, or...

Just a simple reading.

Is something wrong?

No... no, it's...

A simple reading will be fine.

Your hand, please, left hand.

Oh, no...

There's been a recent tragedy...

Yes.

This...

I...

I...

I...I...

I'm sorry, I'm not feeling...

I'm not...

I suggest

that you go elsewhere.

Coincidence?

Palmistry, I'm surprised at you.

Let's say you are possessed,

Where do we go from here - the Church?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps it would be better if we understood

why the child was all you wanted from your marriage.

If you had met my wife that would be totally understandable.

It's the first time you mention your marriage.

We're separated, the one time in my life when I almost felt pleasure at what I am.

Oh.

There you are.

Yes, here I am.

Don't I look ravishing?

Ravishing.

What's the occasion? A traffic accident?

I am going to the theatre with Edward.

Edward Parrish, I'm sure you recognise the face.

Vaguely.

Isn't he the peculiar fellow

who played Jesus with a wig once?

No, it couldn't be,

adultery wouldn't be his game.

Do you mind?

Go right ahead, I think you may need the drink.

He isn't going to perform for us, is he?

No, but I see you are.

We're performers all, aren't we? Me, the dutiful husband, you, the loving wife.

I can see what Patricia means.

You really don't deserve her.

Nobody deserves Patricia.

She was invented by God to test our belief in Him.

She is a girl of extraordinary sensitivity and talent.

Patricia was never a girl, little Jesus. Childhood has to do with innocence, and roses...

her gift is for prussic acid and flying on broom sticks.

How did she ever come to choose you?

Divination.

I suppose daddy's going to finance your next escapade on film.

I want to marry her.

He's offered that much!

You bastard!

- It was you who wanted to get married. - I mistook you for a woman.

You really are as foul as she says.

I have a gift for speaking the truth,

it leaves a strange stench in her nostrils, something you have in common.

You go too far, dear boy.

I doubt it.

There's only one issue, are you prepared to let her go?

Let her go?

My dear fellow, if I weren't a faintly interested party, I'd appear for you myself.

To the happiest day of our marriage.

Yes. Yes it is.

Daddy was right.

You aren't capable of producing anything...

...but a vegetable.

Patricia.

Goodbye, my dear husband. Don't expect me back.

I won't.

You know the rest.

An hour later an artificially sympathetic policeman told me that my wife

and an unidentified male companion

had been killed in a car crash on Baywater Road.

I can see how, after your baby's death...

I made it happen.

It wasn't like the others where I knew it would happen.

I made it happen.

Perhaps you wanted it to happen more than the others,

but you couldn't cause an accident miles away.

You wanted it badly, that's what we must concentrate on.

I made that accident happen.

Inspector, your thinking has come round to his.

You've given me another suspect to chase,

her father.

But I confess if I were Morlar, I would be coming to see you too.

Were you able to help him at all?

Oh, that was the last time I saw Mr Morlar.

He never returned to my office

That's all?

I'm sorry we won't have to meet again,

but that is all I have to tell you about Mr. Morlar.

Thank you, Doctor.

When all is said and done, Zonfeld is no more than a witch doctor

who conditions doubters to accept the dung heap.

"Doctor the planes are keeping me awake at night",

"screaming over my head, hour after hour".

"Delusions my dear friend".

"Doctor my skin's black and I keep thinking I'm different".

"Delusions might be a problem".

"Doctor when I get behind a wheel, I have an insane urge to kill".

"Delusions, my dear friend, delusions, delusions, delusions".

Like a ride, Inspector?

English humour?

You're wanted at the hospital, I don't know why.

No more deaths from the Jumbo crash, everything's back to normal.

The long-hairs are planning a protest march

on the Atomic Energy Plant at Windscale.

- The dear old British pound is falling... - Stop the car!

Inspector Brunel, w-wait, please, you cant-

Inspector.

I'm sorry, but you're coming to the hospital with me.

- I have a patient due in! - The patient will wait.

I want you to come to the hospital now.

I'm not sure why I called.

Perhaps I just needed someone to share my astonishment.

Somewhere deep within what's left of that brain

something is going on.

It's grown stronger almost every hour.

Is he recovering?

We've kept the respirator going, we've tried to stimulate the heart,

but if it weren't for that, nothing.

- How can that be? - The brain is complicated.

Ask her.

It begins in blood and flesh

and ends in incomprehensible tangles of fear, dreams, love...

...will.

That's the ordinary brain, never mind that one.

All I can tell you is

you're looking at a mind determined not to die.

But why?

Is there something he's trying to tell us?

Maybe.

Maybe he forgot to turn off the gas.

Doctor.

Extraordinary.

You know more about that brain than anyone.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's keeping him alive.

- I apologise. - That's all right.

It's something I ought to have seen.

Goodbye again, Inspector.

Goodbye.

...settlement was reached about allowances and overtime pay.

Prisoners' normal exercise periods and other privileges which were stopped

during the work to rule will be restored tomorrow morning.

A mass meeting of the Environmental group of friends of the Earth

has unanimously approved a plan

to hold a protest march from London to the Nuclear Power Station at Windscale in Cumbria.

as part of their latest campaign directed at the dangers of nuclear pollution in Britain.

A spokesman for the campaign

said the atomic plant and associated waste materials at Windscale

constituted a threat to generations of Englishmen.

Okay it's simmering.

I said, it's simmering.

Are the onions brown?

Yes.

What now?

Put the onions and bacon in.

Right.

Onions and bacon going in.

Then pour in the wine and have it, uh, "bouillir".

Have it what?

Bubble for 2 minutes.

Here at home...

The Dean of Minster Cathedral has announced that the Queen,

Members of the Cabinet and representatives of the Commonwealth,

will be among the guests at a Thanksgiving service

being held to commemorate the completion of the font set up to restore the west front.

It's amazing how many of those who might have a grudge against him are dead.

The family of those kids

and that Lovelass, poor old bugger, got out of the nick,

spent 6 months on the dole, became a tramp

and was finally knocked flat by a bus.

I want you to check on the father-in-law.

I've discovered he's in property here and abroad.

She was the only daughter...

Yes, yes it is.

Of course. No, no - please, do.

Flat B, 27 Latimer Gardens.

Yes.

It's her?

I knew she couldn't just drop him like that.

Oh shit! After all that work.

You wait in the kitchen.

Hello.

- I'm sorry to disturb you. - Not at all, I was glad to get your call.

I'm here for such a short time...

You've made it warm, it's what I expected.

- Could I offer you a drink? - Oh yes whisky, please.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

- Anything? - No, as it is.

I lied to you when I told you

I'd never seen him again.

I never saw him in the office again.

But I did see him.

I lied because I knew so much more

and what I knew seemed so incredible.

You said it was urgent, I've had to leave a situation I'd rather not have left.

I'm sorry, but it was urgent to me.

I'm surprised you found something so important

worth the attention of a witch doctor.

When you're not being obvious, I have hopes for you.

You don't believe I could cause my wife's death do you?

- Oh Mr Molar... - Please, listen to me.

I know now it wasn't just my wife, it was all of them.

Copley, the children,

all of them, I made them happen.

- I made that school burn. - You couldn't.

It's true, I made that school burn.

I killed my mother, I killed my father.

Even my nurse, I made it happen.

I made it happen.

You don't believe me?

It might be useful if I gave you something to help you sleep tonight,

then we'll meet in my office tomorrow.

I don't want your pills or to be condescended to like some moron.

I tell you, Zonfeld, I made it happen.

I commanded it to happen!

- You still don't believe me. - We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Tomorrow!

For God's sake, Zonfeld,

I killed my father, I killed my mother, I killed my wife.

It's not just a damned headache. What am I? How can I will death?

I'm going.

- I'll hold a space open at 11 o'clock. - You stay here.

Tomorrow at eleven.

No.

Not tomorrow.

Now.

Something's wrong.

You've got full power captain.

It's not responding!

- Give me flaps 10. - Flaps 10.

It's all gone haywire, here!

Morlar!

What I don't understand is...

...why is it always destructive?

Sometimes when I'm alone at night,

I've thought I've created all the world's disasters,

but it's not true.

We're all the devil's children.

We find what powers the sun and we make bombs of it.

We create wealth and we become obsessed with greed.

We achieve power and we go mad.

We always destroy. Why, Zonfeld why?

Reports are just coming in that a Jumbo Jet has crashed

in central London.

Over 300 people are believed to have been on board the plane.

Unconfirmed reports say that the plane plunged into an office block and exploded,

falling debris has set fire to a cinema

and many people in the streets below have been killed.

Traffic in the West End has been brought to a standstill.

It's not yet known what caused the crash. That is the end of this News Flash.

Help me, Zonfeld, before I go mad.

I could help no one that night.

When I left those rooms I believed...

...what I'd seen.

When I got home I wasn't so certain.

It seemed so beyond belief.

And now... you believe again?

Yes.

When I saw what I saw today in that hospital I felt I had to tell you.

I won't disturb you anymore.

Thank you.

I'm grateful you came.

What did you make of that?

The victim was obviously a nut

and now it turns out his psychiatrist is one too.

What are you really thinking?

She just hasn't finished yet.

Do you think she did it?

No, Inspector,

that's a bit too much of a jump.

But why kill him?

It must have been because she believed he was going to do something worse.

Worse than the Jumbo Jet disaster?

Certainly something worse than she would be doing by killing him.

As you say, it's not important,

what is important is whether you're right.

And if you are right, in getting a confession that will stand up in court.

Where the devil are you going?

Excuse me, what is this for?

We're getting ready for the Thanksgiving Service tomorrow evening.

The Queen, the Commonwealth Prime Ministers, it's for that.

3 million pounds

- It's not enough. - what?

The West Front's cracking.

It goes right through to the nave. If that goes, the whole lot goes.

The tower's too heavy, the foundations can't support it anymore.

Thank you.

They're worried about cracks in the West front.

We shall see.

I am the man

with the power to create catastrophe.

Terri, I said I didn't want to be...

I convinced her you would see me.

Of course.

I thought perhaps we should talk.

You've decided, have you?

It's been such a problem for me.

I can't live with this knowledge

or die with it.

I assume there were reasons.

Yes, there were reasons.

He came to see me at my home the day after the Jumbo crash,

through all the chaos and the traffic.

Somehow for me the reality of ruined buildings,

ambulance men, broken bodies,

made what I'd seen in his flat seem all the more impossible.

He sensed that immediately and he left before we'd exchanged two sentences.

The next night he called,

he sounded unstable.

He said:

"The space shot is nearing the moon.

In 2 hours it goes into orbit.

You have my word it won't return".

While you're worrying about that billion dollar coffin

striking the moon,

spare a thought for the millions

they might have fed with all that technology and expertise.

How concerned all our great statesmen are

about those three

wonderful human beings while millions of others rot to death.

Listen, Zonfeld, listen to me.

I've found a way to do God's dirty work for him.

The Royal Chieftain, the parasites

and the whole gang of international rabble rousers,

are going to bleat to the Almighty nothing

in his great Temple

to give praise for 3 million pounds.

I promise you, the moment they kneel to pray

I will bring the whole edifice down

on their unworthy heads.

He sounded quite mad,

yet I believed every word he said. I had to go to him.

The streets were deserted,

even the police were more concerned with that traffic accident in space.

No one saw me. No one cared.

The porter didn't even look up from his television set.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

It's unlocked, come in.

I thought you'd come.

Just a moment, I don't want to miss this.

I've poured you a drink.

I thought we ought to be civilised about it.

He sat watching the last moments of catastrophe.

Those were the last words. They've lost radio contact.

Achilles 6, the mission that was to inaugurate

man's first permanent station on the moon is locked into an orbit

that, unless some miracle occurs, will produce the first

American disaster in space.

Even then I thought I might somehow stop it.

For a moment, it turned me to stone.

A response at last.

I knew as long as he lived that there was no way of stopping it.

And I failed.

I couldn't tell anyone, no one would believe me.

They'd say the madness was mine.

And perhaps it was.

Then we are mad together.

I have seen the Cathedral and I think I know what's keeping him alive.

There's nothing you can do, no one will believe you.

I'm going to try.

I wish you luck.

You're not arresting me?

It's a question of priorities.

You found the murderer, but two crack pots don't add up to one good theory.

- I still don't believe you. - To begin with Morlar isn't dead.

He's fighting to live with superhuman resistance, right?

- Against all reason. - All right.

Against all reason he believed he had the power to destroy a plane.

To shatter a cathedral.

He's alive, so is the belief.

He said he would do it, I believe he will.

How?

I told you about those experiments.

Russia, Denmark, the United States.

I have seen a man shatter glass just by concentrating his thoughts.

Brunel...

A hundred years ago,

the idea of sending the human voice across oceans was madness.

But Minster Cathedral...

But Zonfeld believed he could do it,

she believed enough to kill him!

But why Minster, why a cathedral?

Because it's the Church, the Establishment, everything he hates.

All right, what would you suggest we do?

Cancel the ceremony, close the Cathedral.

Are you mad?

Do you know the kind of preparation...

Christ, Brunel.

What reason am I going to give them?

Your story? They'd lock me up.

Go to the Dean.

He shouldn't question the power of unseen forces.

It's quite out of the question.

I have the surveyor's word for the soundness of the Cathedral

and Her Majesty can't be forced to change long-laid plans

simply because a madman makes threats.

Sir, with respect,

we believe this threat is real.

We call it reasonable suspicion,

you might call it faith.

Well, moral philosophy,

something one doesn't expect from the Yard.

Science can't explain why Morlar's mind is still alive.

And I don't think it can explain

what his mind is capable of either.

But you would agree

that there is much that science cannot explain.

I've done you an injustice, Inspector.

I must grant an open mind on Mr. Morlar

and I will pray for his soul.

- Couldn't we go above the Dean? - I could go to the Home Secretary.

"There's this maniac, three parts dead, sending out brain waves

powerful enough to shatter cathedrals from 2 miles away".

He's in Scotland, coming down by train tomorrow.

I'll try to catch him at Leeds, talk to him on the way down.

All right?

It hurts to tell you, I've failed again.

Already you are becoming used to my failures

and we've only known each other such a short time.

I went back to the hospital.

I stood and stared at him,

it seemed so easy,

cut one tube, pull one plug,

a dozen ways to end it.

But I couldn't...

...finish what I had begun.

So I leave our problem with you, my dear Inspector.

Forgive me.

It's the lorries.

Terrible vibrations.

They should ban them from this area.

Riots at nuclear plant.

- Any luck? - He had meetings, wouldn't see me.

Secretary said he'd make an appointment tomorrow morning.

I couldn't just barge in with the story we have.

- What news from the hospital? - I don't understand.

His EEG went crazy during the evening,

then it settled, now it's increasing again.

I don't know what it means.

Zonfeld's dead.

Suicide?

There are times when I know you're right and others when I know it just can't be.

Frankly, I don't know what to do.

Watch, wait,

hope we are insane.

I have no time for this, Inspector..

I know, but rubble is falling from the church.

That's what the fund is about, it's the traffic.

The traffic has been diverted, there's...

I understand your concern, but I promise you have nothing to fear.

Now pray for the church, pray for your own peace of mind.

Guards, general salute!

Present arms!

- Now are you convinced? - Enough to want to stop it! Yes

There's one thing we can do.

I'll buy it at any price.

Throw a bomb scare.

We could empty the church in minutes.

We'll do it. You warn them in there, I'll clear the whole area.

He'll never believe me, you go, I'll get the area cleared.

Brunel, no panic.

- It's quarter to 7, nearly time. - Very good.

Inspector Brunel, French Exchange.

We've had a bomb threat, the Cathedral has to be cleared at once.

It's just a hoax, we've been through that church 3 times, the Clergy have too.

Not a prayer book that hasn't been checked.

We have every reason to believe it's not a hoax. You can't take the chance.

Double check the main aisle and the section held for the Queen and the Minister.

- Yes sir... - But sir...

I'll handle this, inspector. Now, what's the source of this call?

I'll get the Assistant Commissioner.

- Sir... - have you seen the A.C.?

They wouldn't believe me, they think it's a hoax, talk to them.

I got the Deacon. He gave them the news, they'll be out shortly.

- That should convince them. - It'll take time to clear this crowd.

Come on, come on, come on - get them out of there.

He didn't believe you, they're not cancelling it.

Look!

I will bring the whole edifice down on their unworthy heads!

Get them out of there, I'm going to the hospital.

The Queen!

Stop the procession.

Stop the procession!

Get out of my way!

Stop!

Clear the Cathedral at once.

It is about to collapse, run!

Out! Out! Take every exit, go on! Out!

Stop!

Stop!

There's a bomb, get the car out of the way.

It's all right! It's all right!

Here at Minster Cathedral a man has just stopped the Queen's car...

Look, up there, the cross,

it's moving!

Watch out!

Come on, get it out now.

Use the other door! Don't panic!

Go back!

It's blocked outside, go back!

Use the side exits.

All emergency personnel proceed to their stations immediately.

Sir, sir look!

The pen.

The pen.

Windscale?

The nuclear plant.

Brunel!

I am the man

with the power to create catastrophe.