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- [Graham] I was very young when I realized

I had a gift for chemistry.

My earliest memories were of quiet afternoons

spent in the serenity of my parents' home,

gazing at some newfound wonder of scientific discovery.

- Yes, you're just telling lies!

- I'm just not having you going down

wearing that low-cut dress and all them men looking at you.

- [Graham] By the time I was in my teenage years,

I was beginning to see life as it really was.

A series of illusions that only the scientist

can strip away.

I wanted to see this hidden world, to lift the veil,

and hold the secret of existence in the palm of my hand.

♪ Peanut, peanut butter

♪ All my friends tell me that they dig it the most ♪

♪ Peanut, peanut butter

- And this is a gift, from me to you.

For your experiments.

♪ I like peanut butter

♪ Creamy peanut butter

♪ Chunky peanut butter too

♪ Come on now, take a lesson now ♪

- [Graham] I had little in common with my father,

my sister and my step-mother.

And life at home was a stale affair.

- [TV Host] Ladies and gentlemen!

Will you please put your hands together for Mr.

Dickie Boone!

[TV audience applauds] [smooth jazz music]

♪ You know it's true

- I think I'll make us all a nice cup of tea.

- [Graham] But I tried hard to look upon my time there

as an opportunity for research.

After all, even the most ordinary domestic item

has its scientific value.

[jewelry clacks]

- Is he in my bloody room again?

He is. I'll kill the little swine!

Dad!

Graham Young, if you've been interfering

in my private things again, I'll swing for you!

- [Fred] Oi! Get back in here, you!

- [Winnie] Dad, I want a lock put on that door!

[Graham pants]

[mischievous music]

- Oh! Blimey O'Reilly, Fred.

What the devil have you put in this tea?

- Smells all ammoniary, Dad. Oof.

[Dennis sniffs]

- Smells like brake fluid.

- Smells like cat's piss.

Graham!

Get your back side in here, now!

[door slams]

Have you been using your mother's cups and saucers

for your bloody experiments?

Eh? [hand slaps]

What have I told you? [hand slaps]

[TV audience laughs]

Taste this.

Go on! Taste it!

- Let go of me. It's got nothing to do with me!

You want to ask her.

Ask her what she was mixing up in the kitchen last night.

- Me? - Yes, you.

I think you recall mixing a certain something

in one of mama's teacups.

- Oh, you didn't use the best china, Winn?

- She most certainly did. - Shut up, you.

What was you mixing?

- Her stuff.

- What stuff? - Yes, what was that stuff?

- Will you tell him to shut his mouth

before I kick him in it!

- [Winnie] Yeah, shut up, you.

- Did you or did you not mix up some stuff

in one of your mother's best teacups?

- Yes. - Now we're getting somewhere.

- What was it? [Graham chuckles]

[hand slaps]

- It doesn't matter what it was. It was private.

- Private? - Women's private.

For removing unwanted... [Winnie whines]

You know what. - No, I don't know what.

- You're not pregnant, are you?

- No, I am not!

[Graham giggles] Someone get him out of here.

- What was you mixing?

- Oh, for God's sake, let it drop!

- Come on, love! You can tell me, I'm your fiance.

[Winnie whines]

- I think this might provide some answers.

- You bastard!

- Give us that here. - No!

- Oh, Fred! Fred, love, no!

- "Depilatory cream, for use on

problem mustaches, vanish in minutes"?

- Crikey, love!

You never told me about this. - Watch out, Dennis.

I reckon she's turning into a werewolf.

[hand slaps] [TV audience laughs]

- [Molly] How could you, Fred?

[family talk over each other]

[door slams]

- [Fred] How was I supposed to know about it?

- [Winnie] It's not normal!

- [Graham] I knew there would be some

who would want to stand in my way.

But I would not be swerved.

I was on the verge.

[mischievous music]

The verge of a great discovery.

[cart clacks]

[books thud]

[stamp thuds]

- These books have been removed from our shelves

because they're considered unsuitable for readers

under 18 years of age.

A fact of which you should be

perfectly cognizant, Mr. Young.

"Gray's Anatomy."

"Pathology for the Student Nurse."

"My Friends on the Slab."

- They're for my father.

He's asked me to do some research for him.

He's a GP, you see. - No, he isn't.

He's a machine setter at Cadogan's.

And your mother plays the accordion at The Spotted Dog.

And from now on, Mr. Young,

you will restrict your reading matter

to the appropriate section.

- I'll have you know I'm presently involved

in a series of highly important scientific experiments.

- Children's Library through the swing-doors

on your way out.

- Hey!

In here.

[mischievous music]

Are these what you wanted?

- Thank you, Miss Butler.

You're very kind.

- Do you fancy a date, Graham?

Don't be shy.

[stamp clicks]

[Butler laughs]

- [Graham] Every king needs a queen, and I had found mine.

I decided to pursue my work with renewed vigor.

While others followed the common course,

my every waking hour was consumed with study.

[children chatter]

[machinery hums]

- What have you got today?

- "Advanced pathology" and "A cycle of killers".

- No! Sandwiches!

- Oh.

Egg and cress.

- Swaps.

- And then, one day, I found it.

An experiment which captured my imagination

like nothing before.

Antimony sulfide.

One of nature's most volatile substances.

If treated incorrectly,

it leaves the residue of a lethal poison.

But Newton discovered that it could also be transformed,

in the flask, into a diamond of breath-taking beauty.

[liquid trickles]

Then and there, I vowed that this time it would be mine.

[flame crackles]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[sparks crackle]

[glass shatters]

[Graham groans]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

Damn!

[Graham sighs]

"The effects of antimony poisoning,

i.e. vomiting and severe abdominal pain, are easily confused

with a whole host of intestinal disorders.

- Swaps.

- "As recently as 1942, Ronald O' Keefe,

a young New York accountant, succeeded in poisoning

his secretary's lunch-time ham sandwiches with antimony.

Cleverly disguising the poison's sharp tartaric taste

with a liberal sprinkling of mustard powder."

- Mustard powder?

- Yeah, there's a picture of her stomach here. Look.

- Oh, God! That's disgusting!

I thought Dexter had banished you to the junior shelves?

- I have a contact.

She can get me anything I want, anytime I want.

- Sue Butler?

Yeah, well you can lay off there, if you don't mind.

I've been softening her up for weeks.

- Do you know her?

- Know her?

Sue and me, or is it me and Sue?

Have a date this Friday night.

Front Circle, Golders Green Hippodrome.

"Admit, two only."

- It's just that we made a date, too.

Weeks ago, as a matter of fact.

- You?

When did she give you that?

You're months out of date, pal. Look!

It's almost completely faded.

Oh, you don't believe me, Graham?

Go on.

Take a look.

Nothing wrong with the print quality on that.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[upbeat jazz music]

- [TV Host] Ladies and gentlemen!

Will you please put your hands together for Mr.

Dickie Boone!

[audience applauds]

♪ You know it's true

♪ I'm in love with you

♪ I try to hide it but I just can't do it ♪

♪ I know its no good

♪ I've never been

♪ So sure before

♪ I can't ignore

♪ This feeling of love all around, everywhere ♪

♪ Everywhere I go, I

♪ Let it all hang out

♪ It's a mystery

♪ What you do to me

♪ I get a feeling, it's an Oody Doodie feeling ♪

♪ That you're the one for me

♪ I wanna be

♪ Your company

♪ All the world to see

♪ This feeling of love all around, everywhere ♪

[Mick vomits]

- Sorry about all the sauce.

Terrible predilection I have for ketchup.

When I was a boy, I drank a whole bottle on my way home

from a fish and chip shop.

It looks like a road accident, doesn't it, Sue?

We had a terrible one last summer.

Our house is very close to one

of the north's circular's black spots.

Awful thing.

- Was anybody hurt? - Yes.

A young woman.

Mercifully she was killed outright.

Thrown 50 yards through the windscreen, decapitated.

Yes.

The firemen searched up and down the road for hours.

Couldn't find it.

Eventually it turned up in Hatfield.

It seems its trajectory had sent it across

the central reservation and into the oncoming traffic.

It landed in this chap's camping trailer.

When he arrived at his destination

he looked in the back and found an extra item, as it were,

that was not on the packing list.

[steam machine hisses] [footsteps clack]

Sometimes the speed of impact can force the head

so that it disappears completely.

Right inside the ribcage.

[Sue sighs]

What do you think about this?

- I'm going to miss my bus.

Here's the money for the tea.

[steam machine hisses]

- You left your chocolates. [door closes]

[Graham whistles melodically]

[gate squeaks]

[gate clacks]

[Graham whistles melodically]

[newspaper thuds]

- Filthy little tripe hound!

[newspaper thuds]

What's the meaning of these?

Eh?

[paper rustles]

- They're not mine.

- Do you want to look at these whores? Do you?

- I told you, they're not mine!

- You wouldn't do this in a million years,

if you had any respect for your body, would you?

- No, Mom. I'd rather someone took me out and shot me.

- Now, there's an idea.

- Look, I told you, I've never set eyes on them before!

- Then what were they doing behind the immersion tank

in my bedroom?

- You're not suggesting they're your sister's?

- I don't know whose they are!

Maybe they're her boyfriend's!

- Dennis?

Dennis is a Supervisory Weights and Measures Officer

for the Board of Trade, thank you very much.

You're sick. Do you know that?

- They're not mine!

- Whose are they, then, if they're not yours?

Get in that bath!

- What?

- Get in that ruddy bath before...

[screams wildly]

[water splashes]

[faucet squeaks]

You contaminate everything you touch, don't you?

Well, I'm gonna scrub you till you're raw.

You foul-minded little demon!

[ominous orchestral music]

[flames crackle]

[dark brass music]

[flames roar]

- [Graham] I fell asleep in my loved one's arms.

And that night I dreamt of my diamond.

I was happy in my sleep because the diamond was mine.

But when I woke up, it was gone.

[whispers to himself]

[door closes]

- Graham!

Refills already?

- Just one item today, Mr. Goez.

[suspenseful music]

- [Graham] I could see now that everything had been leading

to this moment.

I had decided on the direction

my scientific career was to take.

And there could be no turning back.

[door creaks]

[muffled chatter from TV]

- [Fred] Where you been?

Mom's inside, with Dr. Scott.

- [Graham] Does he know what's wrong with her?

- How the hell should I know? I told you, he's in there now.

- She'll be all right now.

I've given her some muscle relaxant and a rectal lavage.

- Lavage? - An enema, father.

- An enema? What on earth did she need that for?

- Have you any idea what brought it on?

- [Scott] Rich food, I imagine.

- Rich food? In this house?

- Forgive me, Mr. Young, but as I understand it,

your wife's discomfort was preceded by the ingestion

of half a box of Velvet Victories.

I've given her some soothing medicine for her tummy,

otherwise it'll be the usual drill.

Plenty of fluid, and no staring into the fire.

I'll leave it to our young medical expert here

to make sure she does what she's told.

Two spoonfuls daily. After meals.

[mischievous music]

- [Graham] The first stage of the experiment

had gone to plan.

Now there was only one obstacle in my path.

- [Winnie] Graham, where's that medicine? Mom's waiting!

- Coming!

The prying eyes of my dear sister Winnie.

- She's supposed to get two of those.

- I know, thank you.

[smooth jazz music]

- Christ! Would you not sneak up on people like that?

- Sorry. I just thought I'd bring you a cup of tea.

- What's turned you into an angel all of a sudden?

- Nothing.

I just think we should all stick together,

now that mom's ill.

- Oh, for God's sake, Graham.

You're acting as if she's on death's door.

She's only got a touch of the tummy wobbles.

- I'm not so sure.

- What are you getting at?

- Nothing, really. Just a thought.

Drink your tea before it gets cold.

♪ There could be no other

♪ Why 'cause I love you, why 'cause you love me ♪

♪ I think you're awfully sweet

♪ Why, because I love you

[Winnie slurps]

♪ You say I'm your special treat ♪

♪ Why, because you love me

♪ We found a perfect love

♪ Yes, a love that's yours and mine ♪

♪ I love you and you love me

[Winnie screams]

- [Graham] And with that, I was free to conduct

my experiment without interruption.

- Oh, dear.

Dog breath, love.

[Fred sighs]

Smells like...

- Like what?

- [Fred] Like death.

[Fred snorts]

[Molly sobs]

- Sweet Jesus.

[mischievous music]

[upbeat rock and roll music]

[toothbrush brushes]

[Molly spits]

[Molly sobs]

[door closes]

- Hello, Boson.

- [Panty] Talk about something nice for a change.

- She had to have it all cut out.

- Shut up. - Well, she did!

- [Panty] All right, we've heard it all before.

- She had one of them bags till she died.

- [Panty] All right, give over.

Well, I never!

[chuckles]

Look at this, Uncle Jack.

Quite the young toff these days, aren't we?

- Looks like a bloody funeral director.

- Been out courting, have you?

- Oh, I'm afraid I don't have time for anything

but my work these days, Auntie.

- Still finding the cure for cancer, are you?

So what's your diagnosis on all this, then, Graham?

- Well, Dr. Scott seems to think it's some kind of

nervous stomach disorder but I'm exploring other avenues.

- I'm just off to Dennis's. See you later.

- Oh, poor girl.

And you say she bought it from Boots?

- Oh, you've no idea how many lethal products are sold

over the counter these days, Auntie.

- Well, they're normally very good, aren't they?

They do these wine making kits now.

- These people will put anything in their products,

as long as they sell.

They're completely unscrupulous.

I wouldn't be surprised if this is exactly

the kind of thing behind my poor mother's illness.

- Well, I must say you seem to know an awful lot

about this sort of thing.

- He's my little Louis Pasteur.

Aren't you, Graham?

- [Graham] Suspicion had been voiced.

It was necessary to deliver the fatal blow.

And then, one day, the solution presented itself.

[mischievous music]

It was a true story that I was reading.

A unit of Dutch resistance fighters

had poisoned the Nazi's water supply

with a substance called "Thallium".

Over the next few days, the Nazis dropped dead, one by one.

Each of them apparently from a different cause.

They all had only one symptom in common.

All their hair had fallen out.

I decided to research the substance more thoroughly.

[door slams]

- I've got something to give you.

It's a diamond ring.

It was your mother's.

Fred gave it to me when we married, but,

I've never been able to wear it.

I want you to have it for always.

Its yours by right.

Oh, Graham.

How funny.

[Molly breathes heavily]

It should've taken all this to bring us together.

[Molly breathes heavily]

[Molly breathes heavily]

Graham?

Graham?

[Molly breathes heavily]

[distant dog barks]

[engine revs]

[window clacks]

[ominous orchestral music]

[paper flicks] [music intensifies]

[Molly sobs] [eerie orchestral music]

[Molly whines]

[body clunks]

- Dad, tins can't go off!

Pull yourself together, will you?

- I'm gonna find out what's behind this

if I have to tear the house apart!

- Hope you're not gonna have another nervous breakdown

like you did when our first mother died.

- What did you say? - You did, didn't you?

Don't think I'll be here to look after you.

Or our Graham, for that matter, 'cause I shan't.

God, it's no wonder he turned out so sodding weird.

- Christ, just look at her, will you?

I don't reckon she even knows who we are anymore.

She's not been near that toilet for days!

- Course she has, haven't you, Mom?

- She hasn't, you know. I would've heard her, if she had.

Have you been to the toilet for solids,

in the past 24 hours, mother?

For solids? Not just pee-pee!

I don't believe this is happening to me.

Never a day's illness in her life!

Strong as a cart-horse, and now look at her!

She's like a broken stick!

- Dad, she can hear you!

Help me get her head back.

- For God's sake, can't you see? She don't want it!

- Bloody buffoon.

I've a mind it's this that's making her worse!

[Molly screams]

[muffled music from radio]

She's trying to tell us something.

What is it, Mother?

Is it the medicine?

- What she's trying to say is

she wants us to give it to her.

It's just too painful for her to swallow.

- What the hell are we supposed to do?

- Look, I think you should both go off to work.

You're just getting yourselves in a state.

I'll take the day off school, read to her.

Maybe she'll take some later on

when she's feeling more relaxed.

- Come on. You can walk me to the bus.

[Graham sighs]

- [Graham] The Thallium had been a greater success

than I could possibly have hoped.

[solemn organ music]

After she was gone, we couldn't decide whether to buy her

a walnut coffin or an afromosia teak.

Finally we settled on walnut.

She'd always liked walnuts.

[dog pants] [Fred sniffles]

And alongside the inevitable sadness,

I found myself pondering an interesting question.

Namely, that while being a good poisoner

involves remaining undetected,

becoming a famous one would seem to demand getting caught.

Such were my thoughts as I watched my stepmother

go up in smoke that day.

♪ I've heard the rumor spreading ♪

- I don't know where I'm gonna start,

to be totally honest with you.

- I mean, Winn's not gonna do it, is she?

Can you imagine Winn lifting her finger?

Oh, course it would, yeah.

[patrons chatter]

- No, no. I hate that woman.

I can't stand her. Don't you talk to me like that.

Now, shut up.

- Piss off, will you?

- Don't you tell me to piss off.

Don't be so bloody childish.

- [Graham] May I help you to some pickle, Uncle Jack?

- Yeah, go on. Go on, yeah.

Just a jot. Help things down.

- Look, I don't want to worry you,

and not a word of this to Winn.

But...

Well, I've been feeling a bit queer myself

these past few days.

You know?

Same symptoms as your mom.

- No, you're imagining it, Dad.

You feel guilty about her suffering

and you won't let her go without suffering yourself.

Anyway, if you're worried, we could always call Dr. Scott.

- No fear.

I'm not having that clown shoving things up my anus.

Mind me pint. I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

[suspenseful music]

- [Graham] I had discovered my metier.

Thallium was to be my life's work.

Tasteless, colorless, odorless, untraceable.

I would be the greatest poisoner the world had ever seen.

- [Mick] Hello, Graham.

- Hello, Mick.

Hello, Sue.

- We heard about your mom.

- Your Dad's on his last legs an' all, I hear.

- Yes.

- Same hospital, same symptoms, two weeks later?

Stroke of bad luck, that, isn't it?

Then again, I heard everyone in your street's come down

with some bug or other.

Rate you're going, you'll be the only bastard

left in Neasden.

- My mother died of a prolapsed bone

at the top of her spinal column, Michael.

She slipped whilst walking in the garden and it snapped.

Just like that.

No bugs, Michael.

No bugs mentioned here.

And if I were you, I'd watch how you speak to me in future.

Both of you.

- [Officer] Have you any idea where he is?

- [Panty] He's not here at the moment.

- Was it you who called? - I'm his auntie.

[Graham grunts]

[glass shatters]

- That was my exit dose, you fucking idiot!

Now you've gone and ruined everything.

Everything!

I was convicted of murder and attempted murder.

And after my trial, which was a swift affair,

the judge sent me for medical tests.

[machine bleeps rhythmically]

[paper tears]

The evidence was conclusive.

I was an incurable psychopath,

and was to be locked away for life.

[door clunks]

- Prisoner 2338175. Graham Frederick Young.

Home Secretary's warrant for detention

and the prison's medical dossier, sir!

- Pink Card, Mr. Hopwood? - Pink Card, Mr. Trent.

- Carry this at all times.

14 years old, eh?

Welcome to HarshHurst, son. We hope you enjoy your stay.

[door clunks]

[jovial orchestral music over PA system]

[garbled chatter from radio]

- [Berridge] Dad!

Oh, I...

- [Graham] My bunkmate, Berridge,

was a young soldier from Lewisham who'd come home

on leave one day and shot both his parents in the head.

- [Berridge] Mommy, Mommy?

- [Graham] He was about to relive this episode

for the second time that night.

- No. - Berridge.

Berridge.

Berridge, wake up. You're dreaming again.

[Berridge screams]

[Berridge pants]

Just go back to sleep.

- Did you never have this, Graham?

With your mom, visions and that?

- [Graham] No!

- Lucky.

Perhaps this new bloke might be able to do something for me.

- What new bloke?

- I heard in the office we're getting a new

senior psychologist, chiatrist.

Dr. Zeigler.

They reckon he's one of the best.

You work with him, then if he reckons you're cured,

he recommends you to the Home Office.

- [Graham] My career as a poisoner

may have been temporarily interrupted,

but I had not entirely wasted the last two years.

Having worked my way up from the tailor shop,

to the carpentry class, I found my way into block two,

which houses HarshHurst's considerable library.

Within days of my arrival, I had the run of the shelves.

- The Danish doctors have applied a treatment of castration

to their criminal psychopaths, which they say promises well.

Purely from a medical and legal standpoint,

they're nothing but a bloody nuisance.

The lawyers don't know how to convict them

and we don't know how to cure them.

- [Zeigler] Have any of them had any kind of

individual treatment since they arrived?

- Dr. Zeigler, these patients are not labeled "chronic",

simply for our convenience.

Here at HarshHurst, we forego the luxuries of rehabilitation

and humbly limit ourselves to the more mundane tasks

of control and protection.

- I see. So, all of these men are classified as psychopaths?

- Moral imbeciles to a man.

Allow me to demonstrate.

What's your name, boy?

- Berridge, Sir.

- [Triefus] And why are you here, Berridge?

- I killed my parents, Sir.

And if you had your time over, would you do it again?

- No, Sir.

- [Triefus] "No, Sir."

Why "No, Sir"? Why do you think you would not do it again?

- 'Cause they'd send me back to this place, Sir.

- "Because they would send me back to this place, Sir."

A conditioned response, indicating fear of reprisal.

There's no moral sense at work here at all.

In my experience, psychopaths rarely show the least sign

of any inner change or development.

[Triefus speaks Latin]

As they say.

"The leopard never changes his spots."

- Wolf, Sir.

- Did you speak, boy?

- Sorry, Sir, but "vulpes" means "wolf", Sir.

[speaks Latin] means, literally,

"The wolf changes its fur but not its nature", Sir.

Not that it changes the essential point of your argument.

I'm sure you're absolutely right.

And so it was, that the very next day,

I was selected for treatment by the famous Dr. Zeigler.

Are you going to cure me, Sir?

- Sit down, please.

Well, um, that's what we're here to find out.

- Do you think I'll ever get out?

- I don't think that we should speculate on these things,

just at the moment.

I think that we should

apply ourselves to the work that's ahead of us.

Do you think that you're up to it?

- I want to live rightly and lovingly, Sir.

- And what do you think has prevented you from doing so,

up until now?

- I don't know, Sir.

Dr. Triefus says something inside me has died.

He says I'll never be able to feel anything for anybody.

- And do you always believe what Dr. Triefus says to you?

Maybe you'll allow me to be the judge of that from now on.

All right, this thing that Dr. Triefus says has

died inside you, let's say, just for the moment,

let's say that it hasn't died, let's say that

it isn't functioning properly.

- How so, Sir?

- [Zeiger] Well I like to think that our emotional functions

are not unlike our limbs, our organs.

They can be broken, damaged.

And I like to think that anything that's broken or damaged,

can also be fixed.

- You're going to fix me, Sir?

- Well, it's not just going to be up to me.

You're going to be doing most of the work.

- How will you know I'm not faking it?

- Because the work that we're going to be doing here,

in this room, we're gonna be doing together.

Do you see? I'm going to be with you on this journey.

And when we find what we're looking for,

we will know.

I want you to tell me your dreams.

- You'd like me to tell you my dreams, Sir?

- Yes, I want you to write them down.

Somebody once said that

"Until something is written down, it doesn't really exist."

And, the same with our dreams.

Once you put your dreams on paper, then we'll be able

to examine them and see what they have to show us.

Will you do that for me?

- I think it's a wonderful idea, Sir,

and I'd like to thank you for this opportunity.

Up to that point, I had been doing brilliantly

with Dr. Zeigler.

Or so I thought.

But he had asked me to give him the one thing

which I couldn't provide.

In all my time in HarshHurst,

I had not been able to remember a single solitary dream.

I'm standing in a room and there are these two exits,

and one leads down the stairs into darkness,

and at first I think I really want to go down there

and see what's going on.

The other leads out into fields of quiet sunshine.

And suddenly I'm at the side of a lake.

And I have my chemicals with me, bottles,

and bottles of poisons.

One by one, I tip them into the lake.

When I'm finished, I feel cleansed.

And then I wake up.

What do you think this is trying to tell us?

- I think it's trying to tell us we're wasting our time.

You've made this up. Yes?

Do you have any idea how much trouble I've gone to,

on your behalf?

Hm? There's 700 men in this institution.

I've got the impossible task of selecting a handful

with whom I can find the time to work.

Now, if you're not prepared to give of yourself honestly,

I promise you that I will find a replacement who will!

[door clunks]

- [Graham] So I had one more chance.

Dr. Zeigler was obviously a man who required the real thing.

But where was I to find it?

- You what?

- I think we need to extract them.

As if they were a poison.

I think we need to write them down.

Somebody once said that

"Until something's been written down,

it doesn't really exist."

- I can't write. - It doesn't matter.

You can tell them to me and I'll write them down.

And then, once they're on paper, we have them, you see?

They're ours.

- Yeah, all right.

[suspenseful music]

Yeah.

Well, it starts like this, I walk in the house,

and the whole place smells of fat,

pig fat, like, you know, really sweet.

And then, I see me mom and dad,

their limbs are all hanging off.

And they're all green and rotten inside.

- [Graham] But the worst bit is when I go into the toilet.

I go into the toilet because I'm gonna be sick

with the smell.

I look into the bowl, and I can see my mom's head.

My mom's head's staring back at me from the bowl.

- "Then her face comes up out of the toilet bowl,

lips quivering with rage, gums bad and bleeding.

She wants to devour me.

She grabs me by the throat,

begins to drag me down into the bowl."

Yeah and that's where he wakes up.

- What exactly would you like us to conclude from all this?

- Well, yes, all right.

I know that you're skeptical, Doctor,

but if we can't help this boy, who is so intelligent,

and in such pain,

who can we help?

I mean, what is the purpose of our work here?

- [Graham] And so, thanks to the zeal of Dr. Zeigler,

I was plucked from the ranks

and planted firmly on the road to recovery.

[Zeigler clears his throat] [mischievous music]

- [Berridge] I woke up at home, I was in my own bed.

There's a thunder storm.

My mom. She said, "Let me sleep."

- Every night, Berridge would offer up

the fruits of his ravaged psyche.

And every morning I would offer them up,

as if they were my very own.

I was happy. Dr. Zeigler was happy.

Even Dr. Triefus was happy.

There was only one person who was not.

Berridge.

Berridge.

It's all right, it's all right. I'm here.

Now tell me what's happening. Tell me everything you see.

- I can't, it won't come.

- It will come, it wants to come.

- No.

- Look, we've got to get this stuff out, Berridge.

We mustn't let it fester, must we?

Not like your parents.

And the bedroom carpet.

- No. No, I can't.

- You can, Berridge, and you must.

Now, come on! Think, damn you!

- It's not working. Just leave me alone.

- [Graham] Poor Berridge, I'd been waking him on the hour,

every hour, for the past three months.

It seemed he'd finally reached the end of his tether.

[bell rings]

- There's nothing that you could have done.

The important thing is that you stuck by him.

You were his friend.

- I don't know.

I could've spent more time with him.

Listened to his cries for help.

- Sometimes it isn't our place to help, you know.

And that's a lesson I've had to learn many times in my work.

Look, you made a friend, you're grieving because he's left,

and that's good, it's a common unhappiness.

It's the price we pay for getting close.

[mischievous music]

- [Graham] So, that's what it was.

It seems I really did miss him.

But it was a double-blow.

My future freedom depended

on Berridge's endless flow of dreams,

and his death had cut off my supply.

We waited, and we waited, and we waited.

Maybe it's the loss, Sir.

Maybe I haven't recovered from the trauma of his death.

Perhaps that's why the dreams won't come.

- Yes, well, perhaps it's I and not your dreams

that's failed you.

Sometimes when we push too hard, nature doesn't like it.

- I'm sure if we just waited- - No, I'm sorry, Graham.

I'm afraid it's all rather out of my hands now.

There are others coming up for parole that need my help

and if I'm to continue my work here, I have to show results.

So, we'll keep in touch, of course.

And there'll be an ongoing program of therapy

with other doctors.

You'll be in very good hands.

- What?

Like Berridge was?

Goodbye, Dr. Zeigler.

Please accept my apologies for wasting your valuable time.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Graham shrieks]

And then, just as I had abandoned all hope

the strangest thing occurred.

[Graham moans]

[dramatic brass music]

It was my diamond, and that night it came back to me,

more brilliantly than ever.

I wrote it all down for him.

[door clunks]

[rain splashes]

[muffled chatter]

Dr. Zeigler!

- Graham. - Dr. Zeigler, I had a dream!

A real one! I've written it down for you!

- It's all right, let him go.

Let him go.

[rain splashes]

Thank you, Graham. I look forward to reading this.

But now I think you must go back into the line.

Yes? And you'll leave this with me over the weekend.

Graham, go back into the line.

[melancholy string music]

[muffled chatter]

[melancholy orchestral music]

[Graham gasps]

[clock ticks]

[switch clicks]

Why haven't you told me about this before?

- Graham.

- It's a secret.

- Well, I want to know about this experiment

with the diamond.

All right, I'll tell you.

You were using a substance called antimony. Deadly poison.

But actually, that's not what interested you.

You wanted to use it to make something beautiful.

To make this diamond of Newton's.

But something went wrong, it blew up in your face.

Yes?

And then later you used the same substance

to poison your step-mother.

Am I right?

- I'm not that simple.

I switched poisons to fool them.

I used a substance called Thallium. That's what killed her.

- Thallium?

- It's a heavy metal.

Probably the most toxic substance known to man.

Before I was caught, I was working on a compound

that would have made it completely untraceable.

A doomsday weapon.

I would have used it, too.

- [Zeigler] But something went wrong.

- No. - Yes.

Otherwise you'd be out there now, ruling the world,

but you ended up in here.

Now...

I think that this dream

is pointing us to a moment,

the moment when things started to go very wrong for you.

You see,

you wanted to make something beautiful

in that flask, that day.

But something turned it into a poison.

Now, I think that we ought to go back

and do that experiment again.

And maybe this time,

we can make things go in a different way.

- Why should I share my knowledge with you?

You've told me what I am.

Nobody cares about me.

I've got nothing, I can't feel anything. Fine.

But I have my secrets.

And why should I show them to you or anybody else?

They're mine.

They're all I've got.

- Well, maybe this will make you change your mind.

[mischievous music]

- [Graham] And would you believe I cried real tears?

Torrents and torrents of them.

Tears of the death of my mother.

Tears of the death of my friend.

And tears of the rotten world that had made me this way.

I cleansed them and my redemption was sure to follow.

[Graham sobs]

- It is precisely by allowing Graham

to continue his scientific studies in here

that I've been able to wean him from morbid science

towards a more responsible

and humane application of his interests.

What was bad in the flask has been made good in the flask.

I don't claim to have achieved miracles.

One can achieve nothing,

unless the raw material is already in place.

- [Man] Well, thank you for your introduction, Doctor.

Perhaps we should see the patient for ourselves?

Please, be seated, Graham.

Try not to be nervous, okay?

So, who'd like to kick-off?

- Graham, we were all impressed

by your academic achievements here at HarshHurst.

I wonder, would you like to tell us a little

about the work you're doing at the moment?

- Well, we've been looking at,

sorry, that's myself and Dr. Zeigler.

Have been looking at the work of chemists

in the 16th and 17th centuries who were investigating

the medicinal possibilities of various curative herbs.

Thanks to the help of Dr. Zeigler, I've managed

to commandeer a small section of the grounds

and create a physic garden,

much as it would have been laid out at the time.

- [Woman] Sounds fascinating. Have you found any that work?

- Well, we still haven't found a cure

for the common cold, I'm afraid.

- [Man] Thank you, Graham. Anyone else?

- Yes.

I should like to ask Graham a question.

What, in your opinion, were the influences

that brought about your mental disorder?

And how can you be sure

that they will not present themselves again?

- Well, Sir, I think if there's one thing I've learned

above all else, it's that I can never be sure

about anything ever again.

I looked for certainties in my youth.

I think they were all I could understand.

And they comforted me, I suppose.

But they also led me here.

I don't expect to be forgiven for what I've done.

I've taken life, I know.

Nothing can ever change that.

I'll always have to live with it.

But maybe, if you see fit,

I could spend my life making up for it, in some way.

And with the greatest respect, the best place to do that

is probably not in here.

- [Zeigler] The Board has made their decision.

You're a free man.

[Zeigler chuckles]

Aren't you glad?

This is everything that we've worked for.

- Who'll look after all this after I'm gone?

It'll all go to waste.

- You've got more important things to do, out there.

You have to learn how to live.

- I'm afraid.

- It's a symptom of your recovery.

From now on, your life will be a series of small triumphs,

small failures.

Just like for all of us.

- Where will I go?

- God willing, you'll strike out on your own.

Maybe go to university, as we discussed.

Graham.

Look how far you've come.

[upbeat music]

[car door slams]

[engine revs]

[Donna cries]

- Hasn't really changed much, has it?

- Wait till you get inside.

[door creaks]

♪ And above you there's no other ♪

- It's...

Amazing.

- [Winnie] I didn't know what size. It's been so long.

- It's perfect, Winnie. Just what I wanted.

- Sorry. It's all I had time to get.

Didn't even know what your interests were anymore, you know.

- Now that you've stopped poisoning people.

- We're gonna get to know each other all over again.

A new start.

[Donna laughs]

New family.

[paper tears]

- This'll come in handy.

Oh, me ciggies. Lovely.

And smellies.

And a lighter!

Real onyx. Graham, you shouldn't have.

This really is an embarrassment to richness.

Isn't it, Dennis?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, thanks very much, Gray.

Yeah, looks very interesting. Ta.

Yeah, I shall read that.

- Oh, and the piece de resistance, for Rupert the beagle.

- What on earth is it? - It's an ID tag.

Unscrew the top. I had it printed specially.

- "To whom it may concern,

this is to certify that Rupert the beagle

has undergone psychoanalysis and contrary to appearances,

is not suffering from hydrophobia,

or any other canine psychosis.

Signed, Sigmund Freud."

[Dennis chuckles]

[all chuckle]

[Dennis laughs] [muffled chatter from TV]

- Are we having any tea?

- Dennis, you're joking. After all them chocolates?

- I must say, I'm feeling a little peckish, too.

- Oh, God. You two, honestly.

- No, no. My turn.

I'll make some sandwiches, shall I?

Cold turkey? - No, it's all right, mate.

Yeah. Cold turkey sandwich'd be nice.

[muffled chatter and laughter from TV]

- I told you.

- Shut up.

- I told you.

- Shut up.

- [Donna] Ap. Ap.

- "Ap"?

"Ap"?

- [Donna] Ap.

- You want this? Apple sauce?

You don't want apple sauce, it'll rot your teeth.

All right, just a taste.

- You bastard!

Murdering bastard! You fucking murdering bastard!

- What? What's he done?

- Donna. He was trying to poison Donna.

- No, I didn't. I didn't touch her, honestly!

- Don't you understand? She's 16 months old!

She's all I've got! She's all I've bloody got!

- Best ring the hostel, eh, Graham?

Maybe it'll be best if I run you back now, yeah?

[Donna cries]

- Yes. Yes, maybe it would.

I'm so sorry.

[melancholy orchestral music]

- You're here for the storekeeper's job?

- Yes.

Bloke just gone in's got three O-levels.

- Really?

- Fucking waste of time coming.

They'll be wanting nuclear scientists next.

- Yes.

Yes, indeed.

[door opens]

- Next, please?

- [Graham] Dear Dr. Zeigler.

You will be happy to know that the Placement Officer

at the Home Office has finally found me a job.

It's at a factory called Dudley and Hunter's

where they manufacture high-speed cameras and camera lenses.

I'm the new trainee store manager.

I suppose it's not quite the career I had in mind,

but it will at least give me a chance to find my feet.

Here, let me give you a hand with these, Edna.

- Oh, you are a love. You'll do me out of a job next.

- [Graham] My duties include general store keeping,

taking inventory and so on, but I'm hoping that, in time,

my true talents may be put to better use.

In the meantime, I try to make myself as useful as I can.

Queen Mom for you, Ray.

And Douglas the Dog for you, right, Nathan?

- [Ray] So if you brought those two out here.

- There's another two.

[man yells in foreign language]

- [Graham] All did not go quite as I'd hoped with my family

and I've had to find my own accommodation.

But life at work is a new and refreshing experience for me.

It's a very pleasant crowd of people here.

And most importantly, thanks to Home Office policy,

none of them have any knowledge of my former troubles.

- Yours is the antique car, right, John?

- Yeah, it is, ta.

- And the lovely lady for Debra.

- Oh, will you just look at those hands!

Aren't they beautiful?

- [scoffs] Don't know where they've been.

[John chuckles]

- Oh, just look at them!

Smooth as a baby's bottom.

[Debra chuckles] [John snickers]

- [Graham] For the first time in my life,

I find that I'm accepted as part of a team.

With a clean slate, as it were.

I feel I really have a chance now to make life go my way.

And I know, of course, that it's you I have to thank

for this opportunity.

I remain your loyal friend.

Graham Young.

- Come on, Deb.

Come on, Nathan. - All right, hold on.

- Coming for a bevy?

- I'm afraid I've a bit of work to catch up with.

- Come on, Graham!

Simon's driving, ain't you, Simon?

- Well, I don't know.

[colleagues groan]

- [Debra] Give over whining, Simon, we can all squeeze in!

- What's the matter, son? You a bit boracic? [chuckles]

Hey, uh...

Go out and enjoy yourself. Go on.

Give it to me back on payday.

Well, go on! You'll miss the boat!

[engine revs] [upbeat music]

♪ My baby loves love, my baby loves lovin' ♪

♪ She's got what it takes and she knows how to use it ♪

♪ My baby loves love, my baby loves lovin' ♪

- Two pounds 15, this round's just cost me.

It's not fair, this round system, you know.

The women on Bacardis.

Still, shan't be here much longer.

- Where you going? - Back to East Anglia.

I'm doing a PhD, Structural Inorganic Chemistry.

[patrons laugh]

I'm just doing some lab work, to pay off my overdraft.

It's quite interesting, I suppose.

They're working on a camera that can take

6,000 pictures a second.

- Is that the Maximage?

- Hey, how do you know that? It's meant to be top secret.

- I work in stores. Things come in and out.

I just put two and two together.

- Why don't you pop round the lab tomorrow?

You can have a look at the, uh, "you know what".

- I'd like that very much, thank you.

- Listen, Graham, don't tell the others,

but I'm slipping out the back.

I don't mind you, but I'm not giving this lot a lift home.

They never give you any petrol money.

[dart whooshes]

[Nathan slurps]

[dart whooshes]

- Well, what do you think of a wet Tuesday night

in Berkshire, little Graham?

Not so bad, is it?

- It's opened up a whole new vista.

- "Vista."

See? What did I tell you, John?

I told you he was an artist.

Oi, where's that Simon that skulked off to, then?

- I think he's just gone to the toilet.

- Yeah, trying to slip out the back, more like.

- Yeah, well, he needn't bother.

I just took the rotor off his distributor.

[all laugh]

[dark orchestral music]

- Hey. Are you looking?

Here you've got the mechanical elements.

You've got an incredibly powerful motorized taker

that pulls the film through.

Now, there's no gate.

Couldn't find a shutter that works fast enough, obviously,

so the film travels loose over this prism.

It's a beautiful system.

Now.

Here you've got a little problem.

Because the film plane is so far from the lens,

you've got to bend the light an incredible amount.

Here's what we use to do it.

An extraordinary little substance, really

Here, are you concentrating? [suspenseful music]

You look like you've seen a ghost.

- [Graham] And indeed I had.

For there, in front of me, sat, row upon row,

an old friend I hadn't seen for many years.

Thallium.

Was this some kind of trick by the Home Office?

To see if I would fall back into my old ways?

Or had it been an illusion?

Was I losing my mind?

I had to find out.

[suspenseful orchestral music]

- 29, 30. [soft music from radio]

- Where are those bayonet mounts I asked you to get

half an hour ago?

- Oh, yes, bayonets. - Yes, bayonets.

You deaf, as well as daft?

- Sorry, Ray, I left them in the metal workshop.

- "Sorry, Ray, I left them in the metal workshop."

Dear, oh dear!

It's a good job your balls are in a bag.

[glass shatters]

- Ray?

Ray!

Ray, what's the matter?

- I can't feel me fingers.

[distant clattering]

- Hold onto him.

- Billy?

Billy!

Billy?

Billy!

Dennis, go and get an ambulance.

Go on!

Bill? Bill?

[Graham sobs]

[Graham pants]

[Graham grunts]

[upbeat funk music]

♪ All my friends

- Graham, I was wondering if you fancied having lunch.

There's this research film- - No, thanks Simon!

I'm a little busy.

♪ The low rider is a little higher ♪

- Are we feeling any better, Ray?

Is it just feeling sore,

or is it more a stitch sort of thing?

- Flaming Nora. I've told you a thousand times!

Just leave us alone, will ya? I'll be fine!

[typewriter clacks]

- Terrible news about Billy, isn't it, Debra?

- Oh, yes. Yes.

- I was wondering if you'd care to sign this get-well card.

Do they know what's wrong with him?

- Some kind of stomach thing, I think.

- Yes, but do they know what caused it?

- All that I know is that he's in hospital.

- I wonder if it's the same thing that Ray came down with.

Do you think there's a virus going around?

- Look, I've got to get on, Graham!

Haven't you got any work to do?

[Ray retches]

- God, Ray, are you all right?

I was going to ask you to sign this get-well card.

I don't suppose now is such a good...

[Ray pants]

Morning, John. Terrible news about Billy, isn't it?

- Why are you always snooping round here, Graham?

You don't work in here. You work in the store room.

- I was just getting Debra to sign this get-well card.

- Yeah, well...

Just keep your fairy fingers to yourself.

- Beg your pardon, John?

- There's something about you, Graham, I just don't like.

- What are you saying, John?

- I'm not saying anything.

Just get back down there, with the wooden tops,

where you belong.

♪ Low rider don't use no gas now ♪

♪ Low rider don't drive too fast ♪

- [Graham] This time there would be no error.

Tasteless, colorless, odorless, untraceable.

The ultimate elixir.

One drop and I would destroy the world.

♪ Take a little trip, take a little trip and see ♪

♪ Take a little trip, take a little trip ♪

♪ Take a little trip with me

- As most of you will know, Billy and Ray

have both been admitted to hospital.

Now, there seems to be a rumor that their illnesses

are related to some kind of bug,

and may therefore be contagious.

I don't know who started this, but it simply isn't true.

I don't need to remind you that this company

has a highly lucrative order due in Australia

at the end of the month.

So I'm sure I can rely on you to put your hands to the pump,

your shoulders to the wheel and, uh, so on.

Thank you.

[workers murmur]

[door creaks]

- Somebody said I was needed in stores!

Somebody want my body or something? [laughs]

Hello?

Anyone here? [lights clack]

Oi!

What's going on?

Nathan?

Graham?

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ And so say all of us

[colleagues cheer]

- John, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about the other day.

I was just trying to be friendly.

I would hate you to think that my intentions towards Debra

were anything but entirely honorable.

- Forget it, son.

Thanks for the cake.

[John blows]

[John laughs]

["Je Taime Moi Non Plus"]

[singing in French]

- [Man] Go on, my son! Hey!

[John laughs]

- They make quite a couple, don't they?

- Wah-hey!

- If I could have your attention, please.

Please. I'm sorry.

I've just received some devastating news.

[John grunts]

Ray Braithwaite is dead.

[colleagues murmur] [John grunts]

- John, control yourself!

- He passed away at half past six this evening.

[John grunts]

[John vomits]

[John screams]

[body clunks]

[muffled rock and roll music]

[coin clinks]

- Hello. - Hello?

- This is Graham. Graham Young.

I'm a friend of John's from work.

I just wanted to inquire about his health.

- [Woman On Phone] There's no improvement, I'm afraid.

- Oh.

Oh, dear.

Is he in much pain?

- We had the doctor in a little while ago.

He says if there's no improvement,

he's gonna have to have him admitted.

- Has there been much vomiting, so forth?

[woman sobs]

Yes.

Yes, I see.

Well, I wish you strength. Goodbye.

[John screams]

[footsteps clack in unison]

[Debra sobs]

- We've just heard about Billy. He's gone.

Went in the middle of the night.

They say he was begging for a gun

to shoot himself in the end.

John's in intensive care.

And Pete's wife phoned up to say he'd lost all his hair!

"Looks like a three quarters plucked chicken", she says.

- I don't want to lose my hair!

- She's been ill, too, over the weekend.

There's talk now we may have some new kind

of bubonic plague on our hands.

Well, I'm going to scour out

every corner of that kitchen for starters.

No one's going to say Edna hadn't done her bit.

- It's my hunch that there's some kind

of dreadful mismanagement going on here.

It's the chemicals used to produce the lenses.

They can't afford to lose the Australian order

and they will sacrifice as many workers as it takes

to get it in on time.

You mark my words.

This health inspection's going to be a whitewash.

- But if you believe this to be true, Graham,

why haven't you told the authorities?

You should go to the police.

[suspenseful music]

- When I was a child, I had a sort of breakdown.

My mother was killed in a terrible road accident.

They sent me to a home for treatment.

I made a complete recovery, of course, but,

no one here knows my medical history.

Once they know I was there,

they could use me as their scape goat.

Blame me in some way.

It was a terrible place, Debra.

I don't think I could live another day

if I thought that they were gonna send me back there.

- Don't you worry, Graham.

Nobody's gonna put you back in that home.

Your secret's safe with me.

- Well, we have some good news, and some bad news.

After extensive investigations.

I can happily say that everything here appears to be fine.

That's the good news, the bad news is that it doesn't

bring us any closer to understanding what this thing is.

It could be an as-yet unexplained strain of influenza?

Could be a mini-plague? Carried by fleas?

[chuckles] Could even be radioactivity

from your nearby government airfield.

Now, I'm just suggesting possibilities.

In the meantime,

I have no reason to keep you from your work.

[colleagues murmur]

- Have you considered heavy metal poisoning?

- What makes you ask that?

- Well, from what I've read on the Barchington Tribune,

Ray's symptoms and those of the other victims

are constant with some form of metallic toxicity.

The convulsions, tachicardia, rapid onset of allopecia,

blackening of the fingernails,

discoloration of the skin around the nose and scrotum.

- I'm anxious not to open this discussion up

to idle speculation.

We'll look into it. Meanwhile, back to work, thank you.

[colleagues murmur]

[upbeat music]

- As the days went by, it became clearer

and clearer that my life's work was nearing completion.

Soon I would be able to bring the fruits of my labor

to the world at large.

That Saturday morning, all hands were on deck

for the Australian order,

seriously jeopardized by the spate of ill health.

Here I would put my final compound to the test.

Soon, the ultimate weapon would be mine.

The final solution.

[doors creak]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[mug thuds]

- I wish he'd hurry up with that tea. I'm parched.

- Oh. I'll go and see what's keeping him.

[suspenseful music]

- Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

- Come on, Graham! They'll be frozen by the time-

- I'm coming!

- All right!

Don't forget the sugar there, in the cupboard.

- No, wait!

Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

Graham, Edna, Debra, Darcy, Mark, Simon, Ron, Tom.

- Tea's up!

- The two in the left are sugared for Tom and Ron.

- Look at these! Aren't they posh?

- What's happened to all our old mugs?

- He had me chuck 'em all out, 'cause of the disease.

- No, not those. They're for Tom and Mark.

I mean, Tom and Ron! - I don't take sugar.

- Don't have one, then.

No, no that! That's for Simon!

And Ron.

- I don't mind having one without sugar.

Oh, it has got sugar. It's all right.

- No, it hasn't. Put it back.

- Come on! Any one of these will do!

- Hold on! - Hold on!

I'll sort this out.

That's fine. No sugar.

- [Man] You have this and I'll take that.

- Stop!

- What's the matter, Graham?

It's him.

He's the disease.

It's been him all along.

He's been poisoning our mugs.

[mugs clack]

- Give me one.

You stupid woman.

[lively rock music]

[keys clink]

[door slams]

[objects clatter]

[Graham screams]

[Graham grunts]

[Graham groans]

[Graham groans]

[Graham retches]

[Graham coughs]

[Graham pants]

[ominous orchestral music]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[patients cheer]

[dark piano music]

Now my story is nearly at an end,

and I wonder why it all went so horribly wrong for me.

Perhaps my step-mother was right.

Maybe I really did contaminate everything I touched.

I wonder if it could ever have been any different.

Are we destined to live the lives we do?

Or does the power of change lie within our grasp?

I don't suppose we'll ever know.

In the meantime, I leave this handbook to those of you

who are thinking of traveling in my path.

And if you find yourself falling under the spell of poisons

and their influence, may it be of some use to you

on that strange and fascinating journey.

Your humble servant.

Graham Young.

[lights clack] [door squeaks]

[dark brass music]

[paper tears]

[dramatic brass music]

[upbeat jazz music]

♪ You know it's true

♪ I'm in love with you

♪ I try to hide it but I just can't do it ♪

♪ I know it's no good

♪ I've never been

♪ So sure before

♪ I can't ignore

♪ This feeling of love all around, everywhere ♪

♪ Everywhere I go, love

♪ It's a mystery

♪ What you do to me

♪ I get a feeling it's an oody-doody feeling ♪

♪ That you're the one for me

♪ I want to be

♪ Your company

♪ And all the world to see

♪ This feeling of love, all around, everywhere ♪

♪ I've never been

♪ So sure before

♪ I can't ignore

♪ This feeling of love, all around, everywhere ♪

♪ It's a mystery

♪ Ooh, what you do to me

♪ I want the world to see

♪ This feeling of love, all around, everywhere ♪

♪ Feeling of love, all around, everywhere ♪

♪ This feeling of love

♪ So good