All language subtitles for Out Of The Unknown S04E06 - Welcome Home - 1971.english

[theme music plays]

That's it then?
I’m discharged?

Frank, it's been
a long recovery,

you're still weak.

- I’m fine.
- A few more days, eh.

Oh, no.

But you're still convalescing,
your injuries are barely healed.

Healed.
And I can convalesce at home.

- I’m a doctor, remember?
- Uh, psychiatrist.

Liam, it's my wedding
anniversary tomorrow.

Hmm, well, perhaps if Penny came
to pick you up.

And spoil my surprise?

Come on now,
it's the best present

I can give her, the homecoming.

- Well...
- I’m all right, aren't I?

- Physically.
- Well, then...

- Miss Pringle?
- [over intercom] Yes.

Would you arrange
for Dr. Bowers to be

discharged tomorrow?

[ticket puncher clicks]

[clears throat]

Well, it's our stop next.

I was stationed at Castleforge
during the war.

Flew over 50 missions.

- Really?
- Married a local girl, too.

Jean Grant.
You know the Grants?

No, I’m from London, actually.
It’s my first visit.

Oh, I thought you lived here.

No, Penny my wife,
she found this place.

Fell in love
with it at first sight,

so she bought a cottage.

She says it's perfect
peace and quiet.

Is she meeting you?

- She doesn't know I’m coming.
- Oh.

Well, it's just
one of those silly things

we have between us.

Whenever we have
anything special,

we like to keep it
as a surprise.

Well, I hope it works out
all right.

What do you mean?

Well, my wife,
if she actually wasn't

entertaining the milkman,
she'd accuse me

of trying
to catch her at it...

[chuckles]

Penny and I haven't been
married that long.

What brings you here?

Well, best fishing
in the country. Do you fish?

No.

Oh, well, you should.
There's nothing like it.

You just drop the line in
and let them bite,

ideal form of convalescence.

Sounds it.

Well, not as though you look
as though you need it.

It’s unbelievable, isn't it?
Hardly a mark left.

I wish I could say
the same for the car.

Oh, well, this is it.

You know, it's been
a great pleasure,

Dr. Bowers, meeting you.

I do hope we bump
into each other again.

Why don't you pop in sometime,
Mr Sheppard?

Sam, please.
Well, fine.

We're at Pretty Cottage,
Chalk Pit Lane.

Pretty Cottage?
I might take you up on that.

[birds chirping]

- What the-- What...?
- Happy anniversary, my darling.

- What are you doing?
- Don't worry,

I couldn't take that
bloody hospital any more.

- It’s been too long.
- Frank!

- It’s all right, darling.
- Frank! Frank!

Who the hell are you?
How did you get in here?

How did l-- It’s my home.
Who the hell are you?

Your home?

Look, if this is
some sort of joke.

Joke?
Penny, who is this character?

- My husband.
- Your--

- I’m Dr. Frank Bowers.
- Frank Bowers?

Yes.
Now, if you don't mind...

I’m Frank Bowers.

I’m Frank Bowers!

- I’m her husband!
- Frank!

- Oh, no!
- Penny! Get off of me.

- Get my kit!
- Get off!

- Steady, now.
- What's going on?

Penny, help me.

We'll take care of you.

No use. The brown bottle,
20 ccs, quick.

Leave me alone.

- Stay still.
- Leave me alone!

- I’ll hold him.
- Penny, help me.

Careful now.

[church bells chiming]

[Wedding March plays]

[male voice]
Where did you come from?

Your name?

Where did you come from?

Your name?

Your name?

Your name?

Frank Bowers.

Where did you come from?

Hospital.

- Which hospital?
- The Imperial.

- Where is that?
- London. Knightsbridge.

New to me.

- Why were you in the hospital?
- Car crash.

Does anyone know
you've come here?

- Dr. Liam Moore.
- Never heard of him.

Penny,
you know Dr. Moore.

- When you came visiting...
- I never visited you.

You did.

Why did you come here?

It’s my home.

Who told you
it was your home?

Penny...

...you wrote to me
about it, your letter--

A letter?

- No letter here.
- There is.

- Where?
- In my wallet.

You haven't got a wallet.

It’s in my pocket.

No, nothing here,
some money, nothing else.

I tell you,
there's a letter.

There's no identification
at all.

- Nothing to show who you are.
- I know who I am.

Where is this letter?

I had it, and my wallet.
You must have destroyed them.

Penny, please, help me.
[doorbell rings]

- Heavens, the Sherwoods!
- Blast.

What about...?

He'll be all right.

So he said your dog
needs his head examined.

- Quite right.
- Oh, Frank...

Would you take him
on as a patient?

No, but I could recommend
a good canine psychiatrist.

- Canine headshrinker.
- Why not a canine spiritualist?

Oh, dogs aren't superstitious.

Well, Sheila, now you know
what to do.

But there's nothing
wrong with our dog.

Of course there isn't,
Sheila, but don't forget,

the poor beast is subjected

to the same stresses
as you and I.

All that dog is subjected
to is an excess of love,

nothing more, nothing less.

Oh, love can cause
psychological stresses.

- Oh, really?
- Of course it can.

Ask Penny.

[laughter from downstairs]

Well, Penny, how does it feel
to be a veteran?

Oh, married a whole year,
you mean?

Uh-huh.

Wait till the nappies
come along.

I can't wait actually. I’m ready.
[Frank laughs]

You won't laugh
when it happens.

What about you, Frank?
How does it feel?

- A whole year?
- Sheer bondage, but I love it.

It'll be a darn sight
more than bondage

when those nappies
do come along,

believe you me.

What are you two
trying to do anyway?

Prevent
a population explosion?

[laughter,
incoherent conversation]

[receiver dings]

Get me the police.

- Oh, there we are.
- Well done.

- Sheila.
- Thank you.

Oh.

Just look at that,
Penny, that's lovely.

Happy anniversary, darling.

- Frank.
- Yes, indeed.

Happy anniversary.

All right,
that's enough.

John! Sheila!
Thank heavens you're here.

You shouldn't be up now,
come along...

No, John, stop him.
He's got my wife.

I’m sorry about this. He's a patient.
[doorbell rings]

- Oh, Sheila, answer the door, would you?
- Extremely disturbed.

He just walked in,
what could we do?

John, you know me,
you were my best man.

Your best man?

- John!
- [Penny] Sergeant Greene--

We received a call,
Mrs. Bowers.

I called you.
That man, he's--

I came home and, he seems
to have some hold over my wife.

I don't know what,
but together they've been...

That man is pretending
to be me!

Now just one moment, sir.

Are you claiming to be
Dr. Bowers?

- Sergeant...
- Claiming?

- I am Dr. Bowers.
- Are you now?

Doctor, who is he?

He just appeared
this afternoon.

I’ve managed to establish that
he's just come out of hospital.

The Imperial Hospital.

Just, just check
with Dr. Liam Moore.

I see.

But he's claiming
to be you, sir?

Yes, he's obviously
suffering from

some sort of
identity transference,

probably schizophrenic,
though Lord knows

how he came to pick on me.

Have you never
seen him before, sir?

Not that I know of.

Then how did he come
to pick on you, sir?

The identity transference.

He could perhaps
have seen me at my hospital.

Oh, God.
John, please tell them.

He was my best man.

Sheila!

He needs treatment, sir.

He does, indeed.
He must stay here.

Here, sir?

I’m qualified
to treat him, Sergeant.

His condition interests me.

Besides, he thinks
this is his home,

a total rejection now might
unhinge him irreparably.

- Yes, sir, but--
- It’s all right, Sergeant.

I’m on holiday,
I’ve no commitments.

I don't know.

You'd like to stay here,
wouldn't you, at home?

Penny...

Of course you would.
Come on, Frank.

[Frank's voice]
Who loves Frankie?

[child]
Daddy

Who loves Frankie?

Daddy.

Who loves Frankie?

Daddy.

[Penny's voice]
Breakfast.

[dog panting]

- [Penny] Bye, bye.
- [child] Bye, bye.

[dog barking]

[Frank]
Penny...

Penny.

Darling Penny...

[Wedding March plays]

[brakes screech, crashing]

[Penny]
Frank, you're going to live for me.

[Frank]
Yes, for you.

Penny...

Penny...

Penny!

Penny!
[muted shouting]

Penny!

- Penny!
- It’s all right, I’m here.

Hmm.

Time to put phase two
into operation.

Penny,
what about all my things?

My clothes and things,
all my books?

I don't know.

All that stuff
we had at the flat?

Suppose you tell me then,
about us.

You love me for my ugly face

as much as my brilliant mind,
as you put it.

When did we meet?

When you brought
that sick child into my office.

Do you remember
our honeymoon?

Sunniest fortnight
in living memory.

What about Rome?

Rome?
When was that?

Three months ago.

I was in hospital
three months ago.

Oh.

Penny, why this charade?

Charade?

We're alone now,
you don't have to reject me!

- Why?
- I’m not rejecting you.

Were you in Rome with him?

Yes.

- I see.
- What?

You're trying to get rid of me.

- It’s all some crazy plot.
- No!

What then?

- Please don't ask questions--
- Why are you doing this?

Are you--
Is he threatening you?

What hold has he over you?

- You mustn't excite yourself!
- Oh, for God's sake!

Look, we can get away
from here now if you like!

I love you, Penny.
I am your husband.

- You're not my husband!
- I am, you know I am!

No!

What do I have to do, Penny?
Kill him?

Don't.

- Don't ever harm him.
- Why not? He's--

If you touch him...

You love him that much?

Yes.

You could have told me
before that you were in love,

that you wanted to be free.

Oh, God.

These are his fingerprints,
Sergeant, and a photograph.

I managed to get them
while he was unconscious.

There must be
a record of him somewhere.

Do you think
you could check?

Well, I can circulate them
around the hospitals, sir, yes.

And police records,
if you can.

We've got to establish
his real identity,

whether he's ever been known
as Frank Bowers before.

Whether he's had any treatment,
and if so,

where and what, everything.

What are you trying to do?

Frank, open the door!

[Penny] What are you up to?
Please, open the door.

Frank?

Frank, please don't!

If you love me,
don't do anything!

Frank, I care for you!
I do, I do!

[shattering]

You must promise
you'll never try.

- It would have been best.
- No!

Yes.

You must rest, please.

Afterwards, later, things
won't seem so desperate.

Won't they?
Is there hope for us?

- Is there?
- Please don't question me!

You are being threatened,
aren't you?

Please! Don't ask.

Penny, Penny,
I won't desert you.

You need me still.

[Penny]
He could try again.

Hmm.

He won't.
I promise you.

You're very confident,
aren't you?

I’m not God.

Cheer up, it won't be for long.

- But--
- Come here.

Trust me.

[doorbell rings]

[man] Well, the name's
Sheppard, Sam Sheppard.

Surely he told you about me,
how we met on the train?

He hasn't been too well.

It is Penny, isn't it?
It must be Pretty Cottage.

- Yes, of course it is.
- Well, I'm delighted to--

- Sam!
- Oh, excuse me.

My dear old chap,
how's it going?

- And what's all this?
- Am I glad to see you.

Mr Sheppard!

I thought
a spot of fishing might help

with the convalescing.

- [Penny] Just a minute...
- [Frank] It certainly would!

Well, come on, the fish
are not going to wait.

Mr Sheppard!
Frank, get straight back to bed.

- No.
- No arguments now.

I’m sorry, Mr Sheppard,
but I’m afraid you came

at a rather
inopportune moment.

- No.
- Frank's due for his treatment.

Could you perhaps come back
some other time?

Oh, I am sorry.
Well, yes, of course I could.

I only just popped
in on the spur of the moment.

No, Sam, don't go--

Now, look, I’ll be down
at the weir all day,

if later you feel like it,
join me.

Is that all right with you,
Mrs Bowers?

- If he's well rested.
- Well, that's magnificent.

Sam, no, don't go, Sam.

Stay, Sam.
My wife and I...

Sam!

Once again I apologise
for my bad manners.

- That's all right.
- But I do hope he'll be able to join me.

- Bye for now, Mrs. Bowers.
- Bye, Mr. Sheppard.

[creaking]
[gasps]

Oh.

It’s getting to be too much.

Well, you know
what to do, don't you?

[footsteps on stairs]

[barrel clicks]

Why did you send him away?

Time for your pills, Frank.

Sam knows me,
he would have helped.

- We must fight back.
- We must do as Frank says.

Why must we do as he says?

Hasn't he got his own name?

Take the pill, Frank.

- To hell with the pills.
- Frank...

I’m going to find Sam.

[gushing]

[panting]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

- He shot him!
- Now, just a moment, sir...

Oh, don't you see,
his plan misfired

when I turned up unexpectedly.

I mean, if he'd known
I was going to discharge myself

from the hospital a day early,

he would have killed me
on the way here,

like he just killed
Sam Sheppard,

the only man
who could identify me

as the real Frank Bowers!

It’s not easy to assume
someone else's identity.

What about the records,
birth certificate,

marriage certificate,
passport?

They can be faked!

Of course they can,
but, you know,

the point is that Dr. Bowers
had no difficulty

in proving his identity.

Of course, he wouldn't.

But I can't say
the same about you, sir.

Not only can you produce
no identification

but you can't even remember
which hospital

- you've been discharged from.
- I told you, the Imperial.

Yes, I checked
the Imperial Hospital, sir.

ln fact, I spoke to Dr. Moore
as you suggested.

And?

He knows of no patient
with your name and description.

He-- He what?

- I see.
- Do you, sir?

So what about
Sam Sheppard?

I’m telling you
that man killed him!

- Did he, sir?
- I tell you, I saw the body!

Oh, yes, the body.

Well, I expect
we shall hear soon enough.

[water rushing]

ln a way, I...

I can understand it, Sergeant.

My wife's bloody marvellous.

They're taking a long time.

Yes.

Is Jones back yet?

Yes, well,
what's he waiting for?

[knocking]

Come in!

- Well, did you find it?
- No, Sergeant, nothing.

Charlie and me,
we searched everywhere,

upriver, downriver, all them
little islands, nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

It was there,
caught in the weir,

- against some driftwood.
- No, sir.

Did you check the hotel?

Yes, sir.
Mr Sheppard left at 12 noon.

Station master said
he got the 12:51 train.

You're in on it, too,
aren't you?

The plot?

You're all in on it,
aren't you?

All right, Sergeant.
I’ll take care of him.

Dr. Bowers,
I’m glad to see you.

Look, sir, don't you think
it'd be a good idea

if our friend here
went back to hospital?

No, no, it's quite
a familiar pattern.

You see, these delusions of his,
his confusion of identify,

this body he thinks he saw
in the weir,

it's all part of his
persecution complex.

They could be manifestations
of disintegration.

He doesn't feel safe in his
assumed personality anymore.

Now I want to try
a different course of treatment.

There's a new drug
I’ve managed to get hold of.

- What drug?
- Well, all right, sir,

but if there's
a slightest chance

- that he might get violent--
- What new drug?

Sergeant,
he's committed no crime,

there'll be no complaints
against him.

Well, if you're prepared
to take responsibility, sir...

I am.

This new drug...

- Yes?
- It’s DK-5, isn't it?

What do you know about DK-5?

- Enough.
- What?

It enables you to substitute
suggestibility for memory.

- It’s uncanny.
- What is?

That you should know about it.

I’ve kept up with developments.

What are your views on it?
Would you use it?

- No.
- Why not?

It’s bound to revolutionise
psychotherapy.

- It’s too open to abuse.
- How?

Like you've misused it.

l?

On Penny, Sergeant Greene,
and the others.

Like you intend
to misuse it on me.

[horn honking]
Blast.

[ringing]

Dr. Moore's office.
Yes.

Oh, Dr. Bowers,
Miss Pringle here.

How are you feeling?

Hello, Miss Pringle.
Is Dr Moore there, please?

It’s very urgent.

No, I’m afraid he isn't.

Well, he won't be back
until late this evening.

Can I get him to call you,
about 9 o'clock?

It’s a call-box...

Castleforge 0396X.

Yes, I’ve got it.
Pardon?

No, nobody rang about you.

Not even a Sergeant Greene?

I see.
No...

You'll give Dr. Moore
the message, won't you?

Most certainly, Dr. Bowers.
Goodbye.

[piano music plays]

He could be anywhere.

He had money.

Don't you care?

Of course I do,
I’m also relieved.

Relieved?

His being here all the time,
it was getting me down.

You knew
what it would be like.

I thought I did.

But being
in the same house with him...

The way he kept looking
at me, so...

...so helpless, so hungry
for love, you know.

No, I don't.

Pity, I suppose.

The frustrated maternal bit.

Then again,
he's so much like you.

- Like me?
- Like another you.

Don't you see?

Yes.
Like another me.

Only younger, more attractive,
more in need of you.

You're not jealous?

- About to be, I think.
- Oh, no, I’m just being silly.

Are you?

I hope so, because this is
something I didn't anticipate.

I love you, you know that.

Say that again.

I love you.

[Frank]
Yes, I should have thought so.

[phone ringing]

[Frank]
Speaking.

Hello.
Yes.

I see.

When was this?
How long ago?

Ah-ha.

Right.

Thanks for letting me know.
Bye.

How would you like
to go to Rome again?

What?

When this is all over...

Frank, how can you,
when we're in the middle

- of this crisis?
- There's no crisis.

- A minute ago--
- He's all right.

I’ve just seen him.

He's just burgled the study.

Well, I knew
something was wrong,

but this, it's unbelievable.

We'll have
to do something.

Perhaps I should
go to the cottage.

- And risk getting killed?
- Oh, come on.

He killed Sam Sheppard,
a total stranger.

Do you think
he'd hesitate killing you?

There must be
something I can do.

There is.

I managed
to get hold of these.

- Is that him?
- That's him.

Careful, it's got his
fingerprints on it.

- And so?
- Check them with Scotland Yard.

Find out who he is,
and bring help.

But, Frank,
it's all so incredible.

I mean, however desirable
Penny may be,

for him to go to such lengths
to brainwash the police

and the entire village
with the--

What's the name of
that drug again?

DK-5.

DK-5, to do all this
just to get a hold over Penny,

well, it's really inconceivable.
And murder.

Maybe it's not just
Penny that he's after,

- maybe there's more to it.
- What do you mean?

I don't know.
It could be anything.

- Such as?
- Anything.

From an irresponsible
field experiment

with a whole village
as the guinea pig

to an alien takeover.

Alien takeover?
You mean from outer space?

Not necessarily.

An enemy country looking
for a bridgehead.

Oh, really.

It sounds wild, I know,
but the facts are there.

Take your pick
as to what they add up to.

No, no, no, it can't be.

Well, we have to find out
somehow.

I’ll meet you here
same time tomorrow night.

What, you're not going
back there?

- I have to.
- But, Frank, you're in danger.

So is Penny.

- He'll be back.
- And then?

We go on.
So much depends on it.

What happens if you break him
and it proves irreparable?

- Nothing is irreparable.
- The mind is.

He can hardly be worse off.

You won't break me,
I can assure you.

Where have you been?

I won't be broken.

Well, sit down.
You must be tired.

- Have you eaten?
- No.

- Penny...
- I just want to talk.

- Very well.
- When you...

When you say break,
I presume you mean

you will divest me
of my identity, is that right?

On the contrary,
I want to reinvest you

with your real identity.

Let's drop
the pretence for once.

First, I thought it was Penny,
but since Sheppard's death,

I’ve begun to think
all sorts of things.

Sheppard is not dead.

I suggest you tell me
just exactly

what it is you're up to.

Why all this mind-bending?

Mind-bending?

What good will it do?
Tell me.

Will it help anyone?
Will it improve humanity?

Will it, for instance,
stop an inhuman father

scalding his child
almost to death?

Will it?

Tell me!

Why? Were you scalded
almost to death? Were you?

Belt up!

[child shouting]

Shut up!

[shouting continues]

Shut up!

[clattering]
[child screaming]

No... No!

Then what about
the scar on your face, Frank?

What scar?

No scar on my--

My scar...

- My scar!
- What about your scar?

[doorbell rings]

[screaming, groaning]

Good morning,
Mrs. Bowers.

Could I speak to the doctor,
please?

I have the file
on his patient.

Oh, do come in.

Thank you.

Would you mind waiting
in there a minute?

I’ll tell my husband
you're here.

Thank you.

- Sergeant Greene with the file.
- No, not now.

- What shall I say?
- Anything.

No, wait a minute.

- Yes, we'll see him.
- Are you sure?

So soon after the session?

You can't...
You can't, even with DK-5.

You can't wipe
the mind blank!

You don't think so?

You haven't broken me.
I’m still Frank Bowers!

Yes, well,
we'll see, won't we?

- Frank, he's not--
- Don't interfere!

Come on, Frank.

All yours, Sergeant.

I don't think that
what I have to say

is for your patient's ears,
Dr. Bowers.

I want him to face the truth.

Yes, sir, but--

Truth is an essential
part of the therapy, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Well, the fingerprints
took us to Borstal, sir.

- His name is Peter Johnson.
- Peter Johnson?

An aggressive psychopath
with a long case history,

and there's reference
to the father

as well, sir, brutality.

Battered baby syndrome?

Yes, that's just
what it's got here.

Apparently that was
at the root of his

maladjustment.

Yes, and there's a photograph,
too, sir.

Apparently,

Peter Johnson
had a pronounced scar.

It’s pretty ugly
as you can see, sir.

Let me see that.

It’s me,
but it's been retouched.

I haven't got a scar.

[child's voice]
No! No! No!

But you have, sir.

- That's from my accident.
- Oh, yes.

Go on, Sergeant, anything else?

Yes, sir.
For the past seven years,

he's been in and out
of mental institutions.

It’s all here in the file, sir.

Good.

He has never
had a regular job, sir,

and the odd times that he's been
out of hospital,

he's lived as a tramp.

That's the usual case
of vagrancy, sir,

poor education,
but a very high IQ.

Yes, I was wondering
about that.

There's plenty more, sir.
GBH, larceny.

That's all part of the
psychosis, Sergeant.

If you leave the file with me,
I’ll look into it.

Yes, sir.

Couldn't you've been
more original?

Original?

I didn't expect
Sergeant Greene to say

that I was Frank Bowers,
but I hoped for something

more than
a psychopathic tramp.

Indeed.

Logic, mate,
when a psychiatrist flips,

he doesn't become
a psychopathic tramp!

I never said you were
a psychiatrist.

You were the one
who invented that identity.

Sergeant Greene's report
states officially

that you're Peter Johnson.

Sergeant Greene
is part of the conspiracy!

Very well then, let's assume
that Sergeant Greene and l

invented
the identity of Peter Johnson.

- Lets.
- Why should we?

- You tell me.
- No, you tell me,

- you're the psychiatrist.
- I don't know, do I?

You don't know
because we had no reason

to invent it, it's the truth.

- Indoctrination!
- Face it, man.

- You're Peter Johnson!
- Look, shut your face!

Your accent,
can you hear it?

- What accent?
- Cockney. You're slipping.

- I’m not!
- Oh, yes, you are.

You can't fool me,
Peter Johnson!

No!

No!

No!
[smashing]

There you are, reverting
to psychotic behaviour.

You're provoking me.

Yes, I am.

I had to.

But that's enough for now.
Penny, he should rest.

[whispering]
Come on.

- He's getting at me.
- He's trying to help you, too.

Uh, just a moment.
Dr. Bowers...

Not now, Sergeant.

He was violent, sir,
and you saw it.

I’ve treated
hundreds like him.

Yes, all the same, sir,

I’ll look after him now.
It'll be safer all round.

Sergeant,
is he officially certified?

No, sir.

Then how do you propose
to take him?

By force?

[ticking]

[clock chiming]

[rattling]

The memory,
it came back!

- Not altogether.
- It did!

The fear, the terror,
even the accent.

Agreed, but--

Well, doesn't that mean
that DK-5 could fail?

Not necessarily.

Oh, you
and your beloved drug.

Look, Penny, all right,
so the memory came back,

briefly, under the shock
and stress of having

his identity constantly
challenged.

Yes! And DK-5 failed.

A temporary setback,
that's all.

- [Frank] Help!
- It’s him.

Help...

Someone...
Quick...

[groans]
[door rattling]

[lock clicking]

[continues to groan]

- What have you done?
- Come on.

- No, you've hurt him.
- No, come on.

- Dr. Moore's bringing help.
- I’m not leaving here.

All right.
I’ll come back for you.

But keep that door locked.

Don't open it,
whatever he says!

I won't be long.

[knocking]
[Frank] Penny? Penny?

- Darling, are you all right?
- Just about.

- He's gone.
- Yes, I heard.

Now what?

Well?

It’s all right,
everything's all right.

Now come on,
sit down, have a drink.

The fingerprints,
the photograph,

what did you find out?

Well, who is he?

Ex-colonial civil servant,

served in the Caribbean
20 years or so.

Name?

Frank Bowers.

Frank Bowers?
How?

He...

Go on!

He's been dead
for two years.

No!

They've given you
the wrong information.

They double-checked.

Then he's been
falsely reported dead.

Frank, listen to me.

I think your homecoming,

the excitement
has been too much.

What are you
talking about?

It’s disorientated you.

I should never have let you
leave the hospital.

You think I'm imagining it all?

I think you're having
hallucinations, Frank.

Do you know
what they tried to do today?

They tried to make out
that I had a history

as an aggressive psychopath.

- Frank...
- And they nearly succeeded.

How?

They managed to suggest
a childhood vision...

An inhuman father
scarring him horribly.

[child's voice]
No! No! No!

Frank, you could be
having delusions.

It happens
in cases like yours.

I mean, there was
extensive brain damage.

I know all about
cerebral injury.

All right then,
whatever is going on,

leave me to deal with it.

You will need proper care
and treatment back in hospital.

- Oh, l--
- I mean it.

ln a month,
we'll make you...

You'll soon
forget all about this,

you'll be a new man.

“We'll make...”

You, they've got at you, too.

Frank...

They've made you one of them.

Frank, don't be a fool,
you're not well.

No?

I tell you, Liam,
I think it's time I stop

listening to people
who tell me that.

Where will you go?
What can you do?

Save Penny.
At least, I can save Penny.

- That's what I can do.
- Frank!

A gun, sir?
What sort of gun?

Shotgun.

Anything else missing?

Just the gun and cartridges?

All right, sir, thank you.
We'll be in touch.

Well, I think
we ought to call it off.

- Yes.
- Not yet.

Look, by using DK-5,
we've made the poor fellow

believe that he is someone else.
You, in fact.

Now, we've tested
that belief under maximum

possible stress.

We've made him think
he was the victim

of a fantastic damn
conspiracy,

with fake murders,
false identity reports

about dead
colonial civil servants

and God knows what,
lie after bloody lie.

We've contrived
the most horrific situations,

the full paranoia
pattern, in fact.

We've challenged the poor man's
identity to the limit.

Yes, but--

It’s been the most useful
field experiment,

and almost completely
successful.

The only thing
we haven't been able to do

is to completely eradicate
the memory of his father.

I still maintain,
if we persevere,

in the final phase, he'll wipe
that memory out himself!

How can you say that?

You pump
his subconscious mind,

fill a whole lot of photographs
and phrases under narcosis,

pictures
from somebody else's past,

and you expect
that to overlay

the memory of a traumatic
scalding that--

Yes, if we go on with DK-5!

No, Frank.
We've already shown how DK-5

can help
to rehabilitate a psychopath

as a useful member of society,
isn't that enough?

What are you doing here, Liam?

Have you come to have
a look for yourself?

You, you're dead.

Dead.

Dead?

What are you talking
about, Frank?

- I saw your body in the water--
- No, Frank.

- No, it was an hallucination.
- No.

Frank.

Frank, give me the gun.

No.

I’m taking you
back to hospital.

The gun, Frank.
Come on.

Come on, Frank,
give him the gun.

No! Now,
get over there, all of you.

Move!

Penny.

Penny...

Give it to me.

I won't harm you.

Penny, help me.

Yes, dear, yes-- Frank!

I’m not leaving you here,
not with them.

Look, you have
to try and understand.

They're doctors,
psychiatrists.

They've been giving you
this new form of treatment.

Can't you see?
We're trying to help you.

[knocking]

Johnson,
think what you're doing.

I’m not Johnson.
Now get over there.

Look, be sensible, man.

Now come along, Johnson,
give me that gun.

I’m telling you,
I’m not Peter Johnson.

I am Frank Bowers.

[child's voice]
No!

No! No!

Shut up!

Shut up!

[child screaming]

I am Frank Bowers!

- Johnson!
- Sergeant, listen to me...

Yes, of course,
you're Frank Bowers.

Sergeant Greene here
has made a mistake, Frank.

What do you mean?

Please, Sergeant,
leave this to us.

Penny, I’m trying
to save you.

We can get away.

[father's voice]
Shut up!

Shut up!

[child screaming]

I am your husband, Penny!

Please, do as they say, please.

I’ll explain it to you
when you get better.

Please, Frank,
give Sergeant Greene the gun.

I’m Frank Bowers.
There can't be two of us.

- No!
- Penny, get out of the way!

[father's voice]
Shut up!

[child screaming]

If I’m not your husband,
Penny, then who--

Shut up!

Who am I?

What am I, Penny?

You're a sick man,
you need treatment.

[child screaming]

No!

If I’m not Frank Bowers,

if Penny's not my wife...

...then I’m nobody...

...nothing!

Don't!
[echoes of child screaming]

[gunshot]