All language subtitles for Craze.1974.vo-4,23Go.mkv.s1

(ominous music)

(ominous music cont.)

- Oh, sacred Chuku,

look with favor upon
your abject supplicants,

and cast the mantle of your protection

around our shoulders.

In the name of the power,
give of your generous bounty,

so that we may serve your needs forever.

Our flesh and our blood are yours.

Behold, your bride.

(ominous music)

(ominous music cont.)

(dagger swooshing)

(ominous music)

(woman groaning)

(ominous music)

Valadino.

- [Group] Valadino.

- [Neal] Osofano.

- [Group] Osofano.

- [Neal] Sacramontu.

- [Group] Sacramontu.

(low, eerie music)

- Oh, great Chuku, I pray the
blood-letting pleased you.

For your humble subject
lives in your shadow.

(coal rattling)

(footsteps tapping)

What are you doing here?

- You know very well.

I've every right to be here.

I'm witch of the coven.

- You were expelled.

- Because of jealousy.

I should have led the worship!

- Get out.

- Not until I take Chuku.

He's mine.

Before Alister died, he
promised to leave him to me.

He belongs to me.

You stole Chuku!

He belongs to me and I'm taking him!

- You're crazy.

This god, it belongs to me and me alone.

This altar is his home
and here he will stay.

- [Muriel] You're not a believer.

You're in it for what you can get.

To you, he's no god.

- Get out.

- And the kicks you get
from these sacrifices!

- Get out!

(Muriel groans)

You're no longer a member
of this coven. Now, get out!

Get out of here.

Get out, get out!

(Muriel groaning)

Get out!

(Muriel screams)

(Muriel groaning)

(low, eerie music)

There is your sacrifice.

(eerie music cont.)

(door clicks)

(engine rumbling)

(car honking)

(door rattling)

(paper rustling)

(cup clanging)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(footsteps tapping)

- Good morning, Neal.

- Ronnie, your room is a mess.

Why in the hell don't you clean it up?

- I'll do it later.

- Get me some coffee.

- You'll need three cups at least

to face that bundle of bills.

- Why? What's so special about them?

- Well, they have to be paid.

I sorted out the overdues
from this morning's mail,

and especially that one on top.

The second notice from the Inland Revenue

and that Amsterdam export house,
screaming for their money.

- Yes, I know, I know,
but with a bank balance

that won't buy a decent lunch,
they'll just have to wait.

- They won't.

Getting nastier every day.

- It's so depressing, Ronnie,

but while we're praying for a miracle,

get your ass over to the
store on Portabello Road

and try to stir up some business.

The Capaloza, ivory chess
sets, the African love rings.

Safer than the pill.

Oh, and there's psychedelic
heads and Indian head bands.

- I'll do my best.

- Just don't turn down any sale.

- I won't, I promise.

(bell ringing)

- Good morning.

May I help you?

- I'm Detective Sergeant Wall

and this is Detective Constable Russett.

Are you Mr. Neal Mottram?

- Yes.

- Do you know this woman?

- She seems vaguely familiar.

- Her name is Muriel Sharp.

Was she a customer of yours?

- No, no. Unfortunately, no.

She came in a few times,
but just to browse.

Never bought a thing.

The last time was five or six weeks ago.

- Sure?

- Yes, of course I'm sure.

Why are you questioning me?

- [Wall] Her body was
fished out of the river

by some bargemen, near the Isle of Grain.

- That must have been a grisly sight.

- It wasn't pretty.

- I'm really sorry to hear about that.

What has it got to do with me?

I mean, you're not implying that...

- Oh, no, Mr. Mottram,
we're calling on you only

because your name was in an address book

we found in her flat.

One of 15 names.

- Just a routine check.

- Well, perhaps you'd
better talk to the other 14.

- We Will.

- Oh, thank you.

Sorry to have troubled you.

- I don't like that bugger.

- Now cool it, lad, and
don't jump to conclusions.

The woman wasn't robbed

and according to the coroner's report,

was not sexually molested.

But before anything else,
we have to find a motive.

- Motive or not, I still don't
like that arrogant bastard.

(doors clicking)

(engine rumbling)

(object clattering)

- Great Chuku, father of us all,

listen to me as I pay tribute
to you, master of my fate.

Bear me no evil if I remind you,

all powerful, all generous Chuku.

I gave you that depraved
witch Muriel Sharp

as your sacrifice in blood.

Days and nights have passed.

If I am to serve you
again, I beseech your help.

(object rattles)

How long have you been back?

- Long enough to have seen and heard you.

- Oh.

- Neal, you killed Muriel!

- No, it was an accident.

Don't stand there like a blithering idiot

and don't give me that shocked routine.

Chuku demanded a sacrifice
in blood and he got it.

- You and those crazy witches
may call it sacrifice,

the police will call it murder!

- I'm signing you on,
you miserable ingrate!

You were starving, a filthy rag,

a beggar when I picked you up.

Sleeping in Hyde Park,

hustling old queens when
you could turn a trick!

I took you in, cleaned you up, clothed,

housed and fed you,
taught you a profession!

Some day, Ronnie,

all this will be yours.

- Please, Neal, I'm not ungrateful!

- I even tried to bring you
under Chuku's protection.

- I know, but I'm not convinced.

I don't believe.

I don't feel as you do about
this bloody, silly idol!

- Dare utter one word against Chuku!

- It's only for your good, your safety.

You risk everything for this idol

and what has it brought us?

Look at the fix we're in.

No luck at the store and nothing here.

If we can't pay the rent,
we're going to have to pack up!

- Chuku will help us.

But in the meantime, you're right.

It must be for something.

(footsteps tapping)

- Not the Ming vases?

Those white elephants!

You might as well junk them.

- You negative bastard.

It's my experience that no
matter how odd the object,

somewhere, there's a buyer for it.

But with these, we could have a long wait.

- Look, I know you're
attached to this antique desk,

but I know an old
solicitor who fancies it.

I could squeeze a hundred
quid out of him, I know I can.

- Well, that would help.

- I'll ring him.

- I'll clean out the desk.

- Hello, Mr. Cassel?

This is Ronnie, of Neal
Mottram's antique shop.

You remember that desk
you were interested in?

- Damn it!

- [Ronnie] Hello, Mr. Cassel?

That desk you were interested
in, well it just so happens --

- Jesus Christ almighty!

There must be more than 1,000
pounds in gold coins here.

- I can't believe it!

- We can pay off everyone!

(paper rustling)

I told you, Ronnie,
Chuku is a generous god.

Just like in Africa, under his
protection we will grow rich.

Give him a sacrifice
and you get the reward.

Truly, now you believe?

You must never, never doubt

Chuku.

Oh, sacred Chuku,

your grateful believer thanks you

for your generous protection.

Once again, I pledge eternal service.

We shall never forget.

We shall always serve you.

(muffled upbeat music)

I For you and for me I

I Get out while you got the chance, girl I

I Make her dance with the world outside I

I Because freedom and romance are dead I

I So freewheel it in style I

I For a while I

I Wake up and wait for the sun, girl I

I You're the one, only you can decide I

I So now is the time to have fun, girl I

I Freewheel it in style, for a while I

(upbeat music)

(indistinct chattering)

- Thanks.

Are you trying to pick me up?

- Let's not say, "pick up."

Let's just call it British hospitality.

- I'll drink to that.

Well, I thought London might be a drag.

- Not the London I'm going to show you.

- I bet you could improve in Rome.

- Then you didn't like Rome?

- Left a bad taste in my mouth.

- Why?

What kind of men did you meet there?

- Mostly kooks, all hands.

On a one block walk, I had
my ass pinched 11 times!

(Helena laughing)

- There are an awful lot of weirdos around

and who can tell what
it takes to please them?

- My last Italian Romeo really
sold me a bill of goods.

He used to call me his Madonna.

Said he was madly in love with me

and even proposed marriage.

Then he took off with all
my checks, money, jewels...

Except my Fing-

- At least you saved
something out of the wreckage.

- This ring, and you might say my skin.

- Yes, that's...that's lovely skin.

Tell me, after you lost everything,

how did you manage to get to London?

- I cabled my dad.

He has a very good business in Stockholm.

He's used to me needing money.

I've been traveling a lot,

doing my own thing since I was 20.

Every now and then, I get jammed up

and Papa bails me out.

- Your old papa,

and then there was nobody that
you could count on over here?

- No, I'm on my own.

No strings attached.

I like it that way.

- So do I.

- Just me and you.

- Should we carry this one step further?

(indistinct chattering)

(soft, moody music)

(Helena exhales)

(Neal sighs)
- No.

Haven't you had enough?

- Just one more.

(Helena exhales)

(soft, moody music)

(Helena squealing excitedly)

Every bone in my body is relaxed.

I had a hunch you'd be great for me.

- The right chemistry.

- The best.

I like everything around here,

including all that. I'm cheap, yes.

I'd love to stay.

- You could get bored.

- Not with you.

You're very different.

- Thanks to Chuku.

Even if he is invisible,
his presence is here.

- What are you talking about?

- Our love god.

' Who?

- It may sound strange to you, my dear.

- What's all this "love god" bit?

Sounds kinky to me.

- It won't after you've met him.

- You mean you're not making all this up?

(low, eerie music)

- Come with me, Helena.

Come, I want to present you.

(ominous music)

- What is all this?

Where are you taking me?

(ominous music)

- Now, don't be frightened.

We are in the presence of the
great, all-powerful Chuku.

Our love god.

(footsteps tapping)

Show him that you are not frightened.

- Come on, let's go back.

- No, no, no.

Not 'til you've revealed yourself to him.

Show him how beautiful you are, Helena.

Come on now, darling.

Dance for him.

- You're crazy.

- Come on.

Dance for him.

- You're crazy.

- Come on, dance.

- No, I don't want to dance.

I don't want to dance for you or him.

This is crazy!

(Helena screaming)

- Dance, dance!

Dance!

- Let me out!

(tense music)
(Helena whimpering)

(door rattling)

(Helena screaming)

(footsteps tapping)

(tense music)

(Helena screaming)

(low, eerie music)

- Oh, sacred Chuku. At your feet,

I humbly place this sacrifice.

And once again, I pledge eternal service.

- Ronnie, don't go yet, it's
too early for deserters!

- I'm working, remember?

- Oh, come on, Ronnie.

- Well, if you change your mind

the action's at my place, okay?

- Ciao.
- Bye.

(engine rumbling)

(bell ringing)

(cat wailing)

(bell ringing)

- Where have you been?

You're never around
when I really need you.

- You told me to get lost tonight.

- Oh, shut up!

I've been sitting here waiting for you.

Come and help me.

- Neal, what happened?

(low, eerie music)

My God, what have you done?

Who is she?

- Stop asking stupid questions.

Help me to roll her onto this.

- But l...l can't!

- Now, don't get squeamish on me.

Do as I tell you.

- What about the rest of her clothes?

- I've already burned them.

Now we've got to get rid of her.

Take the robe off and burn that too.

- How about this ring?

- No, leave it where it is.

Come on.

(car whirring)

- We're being followed.

- No, it's a lorrie.

(truck honks)

He wants to pass.

(truck honking)

Light me a cigarette and stop worrying.

(car whirring)

(footsteps tapping)

(dog barking in distance)

(water splashing)

No doubt about it.

These are genuine Ming vase
from the Fourth Dynasty.

- I'm inclined to agree.

- And if I may intrude, gentlemen. Please.

Note the excellent state
of their preservation,

especially when you
consider they date back

to the 15th century.

- Oh, yes.

- Except for natural aging
process, not a crack.

Not even a bruise.

- Yes, indeed.

Their condition is quite remarkable.

- Yes.

- If I may ask, how did you come by them?

- Gentlemen, I am not at liberty

to disclose all the details,
except to assure you

that it was a fortuitous estate purchase

under a court order.

After all, who can fathom
the secret journeys

of priceless art objects?

- Quite true, quite true.

- Speaking of rare art objects,

what are you asking for them?

- Actually, as museum
pieces, they are priceless,

but I could let you have
them for 5,000 pounds.

- [Buyer] The price is rather high.

- There are no others on the market.

- Mr. Mottram, we will
take them off your hands

for 4,000 pounds.

- I must say, you drive a hard bargain.

- 4,000 is our limit.

- Gentlemen, they are yours.

- 4,000 pounds!

That's absolutely incredible!

- You saw it happen with your own eyes!

Here is the proof.

- We can do anything we want.

I know what would be perfect,

let's close the shop and go to Majorca.

I've been dreaming of the beach

and you could do with a holiday.

Let's live it up!

You've got it in your hands.

- Let me bring you back to earth.

A lot of work has to be done.

Some of this money goes right back

into improving the shop
more, better merchandise,

and you're forgetting
the most important thing.

Our first move is not pleasure,

but to remember who made
this windfall possible.

We must thank Chuku.

Come along.

(footsteps tapping)

- Identification will be very difficult.

- We'll have the newspapers
publish identikit pictures.

Artists sketches.

- What good will that do?

With most of her face burned
away, who can recognize her?

- Perhaps someone will report her missing.

- Don't count on that.

You know how many people
disappear in London.

- One thing's for certain,
the motive wasn't robbery.

Just look at this ring.

It must be worth a thousand pounds.

Whoever killed her wasn't
interested in loot.

- But what we do have is a pattern.

Two mutilated bodies
fished out of the river.

Neither one robbed and both very dead.

- That still leaves us
without any answer who did it.

- That's exactly what the
papers will be asking. Who?

About five feet, four inches tall,

weighing about nine stone.

Caucasian female.

Anyone with information, please contact --

- They'll never find out who did it.

- People will phone in.

- Oh, sure. Cranks, lunatics, weirdos,

but no one with any reliable information.

I was very careful about
that after I picked her up.

The girl was a drifter, a loner.

Her only living relative,
Papa, thousands of miles away.

And from what she told me about him,

not very concerned.

I wager it'll be months before
he even reports her missing.

- But the police are sure to find out.

- Ronnie!

They've got absolutely nothing to go on.

Besides, Chuku will protect us.

- For how long?

- Forever, if we serve him.

And serve him we must.

Hello?

Hello, Louise, this is Neal.

Terribly sorry, but I shall
have to postpone my visit.

I've been improving my shop

and have to take care
of some new merchandise.

You will forgive me, won't you?

- Oh, what a pity.

- [Neal] I know it's a nuisance.

I was so looking forward to seeing you.

- So was I.

You know, Neal, I don't get
many visitors now at my age.

- [Neal] Now, now, you'll
certainly outlast me.

- Well, if you change your
plans and you find you can come,

I'll be home.

- Fine, let's leave it
at that then, shall we?

And do keep well, love.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Stupid whale.

(phone whirring)

Hello, Mr. Penwhale, this is Neal Mottram.

I wrote you last week.

- [Mr. Penwhale] Yes of course,
I've been expecting you.

- Yes, that's why I'm phoning.

I shall make the trip this Saturday

and bring the India brass work.

I think you'll be quite delighted,

because I was able to acquire

some very interesting objects.

Quite unique.

- [Mr. Penwhale] I'm
very eager to see them.

Saturday's fine.

About what time will you be here?

- Oh, in the late afternoon, about five.

- [Mr. Penwhale] I'll be here waiting.

- Yes, thank you very much.

(phone clicking)

(ominous music)

- Tell me, Mr. Kingsley-Dawson,
are you paying cash?

- Yes, it's the only way I do business.

(engine rumbling)

(ominous music)

' Yes?

- London, please.

Return.

- There you are.

(ominous music)

(train rumbling)

(ominous music)

(bell ringing)

(low, eerie music)

(moody music)

(ax clanging)

(low, eerie music)

(wood scraping)

(eerie music cont.)

- Ooh, heavy, isn't it?

What's in here?

- It's loaded with Indian
brass work for Mr. Penwhale.

- I'll put them in the van for you.

- No, no, I can manage, thank you.

- How long will you be gone?

- Just overnight, unless I'm
delayed by an estate sale.

I'll take a look at the local papers

and see if there are any auctions,

otherwise I'll just deliver
the brass work to Mr. Penwhale.

- Don't hurry back.

It'll do you good to get away.

- While I'm gone, Ronnie,

you stay here and don't leave the store.

- Of course I won't.

Have a successful trip.

(ominous music)

- Hello, Rexford Garage?

Look, I just can't get my van to start.

It's in the car park of
the pub in the village.

I'll leave the keys under the floor mat.

Would you be good enough
to tow it into your garage

and I'll call you later?

(ominous music)

(doorbell ringing)

Good evening.

I was wondering if you might have a room

for a stranded traveler?

- Neal, what on earth are you doing here?

Come on in.

- Hello, Dolly. Surprised?

- Well, yes, but pleasantly.

I mean, are you serious about a room?

- Oh, yes, I've got
some business near here.

My van broke down just outside of town.

I had to tramp around for hours

to find a garage for repairs.

- Oh, too bad.

- So if you could put me up for the night,

but no favors, please.

I intend to pay the same rates
as any of your other guests.

- Well, we'll worry about that later.

Come on.

- You've still got it, Dolly.

- You don't change, do you?

- You're not married, are you?

- Oh, hello, love.

Have a good time at bingo.

No, I'm not married, actually,

but I do have a boyfriend.

A very jealous one.

He works as a steward on
a cross-channel ferry.

Tonight, he's in Ostend.

- That means that we
could go out to dinner?

I'll buy you the best meal around here.

(door clicking)

- You know, that was the
best meal I've had in weeks.

- Yes.

Oh, I almost forgot, I brought
you something for dessert.

- Mm.

- I'll bring it right down for you.

(Dolly chuckling)

(footsteps tapping)

- Cherry brandy, you remembered.

- Yes, it's your favorite.

Here, have some.

- Nice.

- Yes.

- Bit strong, isn't it?

- Oh, I don't think so.

It's just that you haven't had any lately.

- Aren't you going to have one?

- Oh, Dolly, lwouldn't
dream of cutting in

on your cherry brandy.

Besides, I had too much wine for dinner.

- I'm making a pig of myself.

- Now, now, now, let me
be the judge of that.

Actually, you look irresistible.

- Hey, I can't finish the bottle.

- [Neal] I know.

You've always had a good head for brandy.

- Are you trying to get me sloshed?

- No.

I'm just trying to lower your resistance.

- You really don't have to.

I wouldn't want to get too drunk

to enjoy our lovely reunion.

- Let's go upstairs.

Come on, beautiful.

(low, eerie music)

(Dolly giggles)

Just one little one for a bonus.

- You know I can never
refuse you anything.

(zipper whirring)

I must look a mess.

- You're lovely, Dolly.

Lovely.

(low, eerie music)

Dolly? Dolly?

(Dolly groaning)

(low, eerie music)

(phone whirring)

- [Speaker] Hello?

- Could I speak with Mr. Penwhale, please?

- [Speaker] I'm sorry,
sir, Penwhale is out.

- This is Mr. Neal Mottram calling.

May I leave a message?

- [Speaker] Of course, sir, go ahead.

- Tell him I was delayed because
my van broke down. However,

I can arrange to bring the
brass work tomorrow afternoon.

I shall call first.

- [Speaker] I'll give him
the message when he returns.

- Thank you very much.

- [Speaker] Bye.

(door clicks)

(engine rumbling)

(cat meows)

- Bad Bruno!

Come on children, up to bed.

Come along, come on, come on.

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(dog barking)

Ah, be quiet.

(dog growling)

All right, nobody there.

(dog growling)

Yes.

(Neal screams)

(tense music)

(low, eerie music)

Oh, sacred Chuku, here is
the sacrifice I promised you.

This body and this soul
now belongs to you.

(low, eerie music)

(traffic whirring)

(door clicks)

(cars honking in distance)

- [Announcer] The 94 train,
about to leave platform 14.

(train rumbling)

(person rustling)

(vehicle whirring)

(glass shattering)

- Neal?

Neal?

- Morning, beautiful.

- Must be close to noon.

- You deserved a rest.

- I had the strangest
dream that you'd gone.

- I'd be a fool to get out of
a warm bed with you any night.

- Neal, did we...?

- Did we ever!

In a way that I shall never forget.

- But I didn't disappoint you?

- No, you were absolutely marvelous.

You're everything I
ever wanted in a woman.

- Then why are you rushing off?

- I've got these brass works to deliver

and I'm late already.

Why don't you go back to sleep?

- I can't sleep.

I'm awake now and I want you.

- I want you too, Dolly, I really do,

but I've got to go.

Maybe next weekend.

(Wall knocking on door)

(bell ringing)

- ls Mr. Mottram around?

- No, he's away delivering an order

to a client in the country.

- Do you expect him back today?

- I really couldn't say.

- Are you his assistant?

- [Ronnie] No, I'm his
associate, actually.

- Is that why you work on Sunday?

- Just a few odds and ends.

Besides, I live here.

- Mind if I have a look around?

- I couldn't really say no, could I?

- What's upstairs?

- Mr. Mottram's flat.

And a room for me.

- What's downstairs?

- The, uh --

(car whirring)

As you see, we keep lots
of things down here.

A work bench, a few tools.

When we can, we patch
up and repair antiques.

- Hmm.

(door clicks)

(dog barking in distance)

Ah, Mr. Mottram. lwas
hoping you'd get back.

- What can I do for you?

- I wonder if you'd be good
enough to come along with me?

Superintendent Bellamy
would like to speak to you.

- Oh? What about?

- Something urgent has cropped up.

Can you come now?

- Can't it wait until tomorrow?

L've only just returned --

- The superintendent
would like to see you now.

Unless you have any objections?

- Ronnie, take my suitcase upstairs

and then park the van.

(bell ringing)

Now, Superintendent, if
you can please tell me

why I was dragged away from
my shop just as I arrived

after an exhausting weekend business trip?

- I'm sorry, but it was
of the utmost importance.

I sent for you because
of a Mrs. Louise Nash.

- My dear old Aunt Louise.

Now, you're not going to tell me

that she's committed a crime?

- Hardly, Mrs. Nash is dead.

- How? Some kind of accident?

' Why do you say that?

- Well, if Louise had
died a natural death,

you certainly wouldn't
have summoned me here.

- Your aunt was murdered.

Her body was discovered early
this morning by a milkman.

- Aunt Louise, murdered?

- Stabbed in the throat.

Must have happened between
midnight and five a.m.

- Have you found the killer?

- Not yet, but we will.

- Mr. Mottram, you don't
appear to be too shocked

by what I've told you.

- I'm a realist.

Sure, it's a horrible way
for Aunt Louise to die,

but all things considered,

she had a good life and a long one.

Her husband made that provision for her.

- She had a lot of money?

- As I said, she was very well off.

- Any idea who was going
to inherit her money?

- Once, when she was in a very good mood,

she told me that she would
remember me in her will.

Superintendent, you don't think

I killed my aunt for the money?

- I didn't say you had murdered her,

Mr. Mottram, for her money,
or for any other reason.

- Yet, you haven't ruled
me out as a suspect.

Otherwise, why bring me here?

- All I would like you to do is help us.

' How?

- Your aunt has not
officially been identified.

As her nephew, you could do that.

- Unless, of course, the
sight of her dead body

would shock you?

- I've never seen a corpse,
but if it is necessary,

I could try and bear up to it.

(wheels whirring)

- Mr. Mottram, is this your
aunt, Mrs. Louise Nash?

- Yes.

The man must be mad to do this

and think he can get away with it.

Will it be all?

- [Bellamy] Just a formality

to sign the identification papers.

- Here?

- One more thing, Mr. Mottram.

As you informed us, you
were away over the weekend.

- That's right.

- Any special reason?

- Partly business, partly
to renew an old friendship.

Perhaps, if instead I had
gone to visit Aunt Louise,

she might still be with us.

- We know you're tired.

Just a few details about
where you stayed and who with.

- Where did you spend Saturday night?

- The Kings Wood Lodging House,

with an old friend of mine, Dolly Newman.

- Will Miss Newman be
willing to testify to that?

- It's rather a delicate situation.

It could put her in a
difficult spot, you see...

She happens to be engaged to another man

and I spent the night with her.

- You're quite a lady killer, aren't you?

- I do my share.

- I promise you, Mr. Mottram,
I'll be very discreet.

I rather thought, Miss Newman,
you'd prefer to talk here.

- Oh, yes, I do appreciate it.

Luigi would be furious if he found out.

Italian blood, you see,
and he's crazy jealous.

I mean, if some man so much
as looks in my direction.

- But this little episode went
further than just looking.

- Well, yes, we did get carried away.

I won't lie about that.

- And Mr. Mottram spent
the night with you?

- Well, I went to bed with
him, if that's what you mean.

- What time?

- Really, Sergeant, I
wasn't clock watching.

I was full of food and
wine, and feeling no pain.

- And then?

- Well, then I woke up
and I was with Neal.

As I said, ldon't really
remember too much about it.

I had such a lot of
cherry brandy, you see.

It's my weakness.

Anyway, I did spend the
night with him, yes.

- Does he call on you often?

- Oh, this was his first
visit in three years.

- Three years? And no
communication in all that time?

- You could have knocked
me over when he turned up.

- Apparently, he did.

- Neal's the sort of person
who's very hard to forget.

Hey, I don't want you
to think I'm the sort

who flops into bed with
any Tom, Dick or Harry.

- Of course not.

And really, what you
do in your own bedroom

is really none of my business.

Have all angles of his story checked out?

- The van was picked up by
the Rexford Garage and fixed.

He did call on Mr. Penwhale
and transact some business

in brass antiques.

I don't think he's our man.

- And I'm certain he is.

- Well, if you question
him, he won't crack.

- Oh, I'll give you that.

He's got nerves of steel.

I watched him when he was staring
at the corpse of his aunt.

- [Russett] He seemed in a state of shock.

"Apllt on!

I know he turned away as
delicately as a ballet dancer,

but he didn't fool me.

He'd have high tea on a slab
in the morgue and enjoy it.

- Don't forget, you checked out his story.

He spent the whole
night with Dolly Newman.

That's his alibi.

- Look, I saw Dolly, you didn't.

Whatever else Mottram may be,

he certainly looks fastidious.

That Dolly woman is not the
kind of bird he'd go for.

In fact, one would have
to be pretty desperate

to sail into that port.

(car whirring)

- Oh, Lord, we beseech
thee to bless this grave

to be the peaceful resting place
of the body of Louise Nash.

We restore to thy divine keeping her soul,

and to the earth her remains.

May she find everlasting
peace in thy care.

- We are gathered here for
the reading of the will

of the late Louise Nash, which
I drew up myself a year ago.

It is a simple document,
brief and to the point.

I, Louise Nash, being of
sound mind and memory,

do declare this to be my
last will and testament.

To my dear best friend, Mary Lamsil,

I bequeath 1,000 pounds.

And for the Avery Home
for the aged, 500 pounds.

To Frank Trainer, my faithful gardener,

all the tools in the potting shed.

(indistinct mumbling)

Yes.

All the balance of my estate, stocks,

bonds, bank deposits and other effects,

together with the freehold of the property

known as The Laurels, I
bequeath to my nephew,

Neal Mottram, my only living relative.

(low, eerie music)

Mr. Mottram...

Mr. Mottram?

Mr. Mottram!

I hate to startle you, Mr. Mottram,

but you seem to be lost in your grief.

- Sorry, sorry.

- Mrs. Lamsil, Mr. Trainer,
would you be so kind

as to step into my outer office?

My client has some papers
there for you to sign.

- Of course.

This is a private discussion, Mr. Mottram,

concerning your interest only.

You already know that you
are the major beneficiary

of your aunt's estate.

(indistinct mumbling)

Yes, indeed.

I hope you don't mind, but
I have taken the liberty

of finding out a few facts.

I had, of course, the
full co-operation of the,

pardon me, the bank manager.

I thought you might like to
know the amount you inherit.

- I suppose sooner or later,

one must face up to these matters.

- Yes, indeed.

You must understand that these
figures are only estimates.

I would say, excluding your aunt's house,

and after deducting death
duties and all the et ceteras,

your total will come
to about 25,000 pounds.

- I had no idea Louise had that much.

- Oh, yes, yes.

Her investments were very sound.

I say to myself she was very well advised

in business matters.

Also available at the bank in cash,

on her account, is a
matter of 1,500 pounds,

which you can pick up immediately.

About the house, well,

it's open for you to
occupy whenever you like.

- I have no intention of
moving into that house.

Well, I would feel a bit queasy

about living in a house where
Aunt Louise was murdered.

- I understand.

- In fact, lwould like to
dispose of the property.

- Oh, as you wish.

I could easily put it on the market.

- Yes, please do, including the furniture.

As soon as possible.

I would like to erase that
awful memory from my mind.

- Yes, I don't blame you.

It so happens I do know of a
very good family estate agent

who could take care of the whole matter.

Cheers.

- Yes, cheers.

- This much we have established.

Mottram left his shop in Spalding Street

around 12 on Saturday.

En route, he had lunch
in a pub in Fairford,

after which he drove to the
outskirts of King's Wood,

where his van broke down.

He phoned Rexford Garage while
there and about five o'clock,

they came 'round and picked up the van,

and towed it back to the garage.

Mottram then walked to 14 Merson Road,

where he met Dolly Newman
and engaged a room.

They had dinner around the corner

at a restaurant called La
Strada, at eight o'clock,

and walked back to the boarding house.

- Then, supposedly, he
spent the night with her.

- After leaving Dolly Newman's
the following morning,

he picked up his van,
which had been repaired,

and drove to Sinford, here,

where he called on a Mr. Penwhale
with some brass antiques.

That transaction lasted about two hours,

after which he drove back
to his shop in London.

So you see, gentlemen, our
investigation of Mr. Mottram

as a prime suspect leads to a dead end.

And walked back to the boarding house.

- I can't buy that, sir.

I've studied the man.

He has the smell of a lone wolf.

- Still, we have to face the possibility

of barking up the wrong tree.

- He spent the night in Kings Wood.

71 miles away, in Redclifie,
between midnight and five a.m.,

his aunt Louise was murdered.

His alibi's airtight.

- That's what makes me suspicious.

His alibi's too good.

All openings are covered.

He's never said one wrong word.

Never made a wrong move.

But he will.

- How can you be so sure?

- Well, sir, his name has cropped
up twice in three murders.

There are 6O million people
living in the British Isles.

Almost nine million live of
them in metropolitan London.

I'm no mathematician, but the
odds against the same name

coming up twice are astronomical.

I tell you, he's our man.

- But proving it is another matter.

We need strong evidence
to stand up in court.

- If we could only crack his alibi.

- Dolly Newman, she's the
only weak spot in our story.

(doorbell ringing)

- Sergeant, this is a surprise.

- Miss Newman, there
are some more questions.

(door clicks)

You know more about Neal Mottram,

much more than you've told me.

I'm going to get the whole story.

Now, just clear your head and think back.

You told me you hadn't
seen him in three years.

- That's right.

- When did you first meet him?

- Actually, it was a pickup
in a pub, in Piccadilly.

Oh, nothing vulgar.

I don't go for rough trade.

And after we'd had a few drinks,

I asked him to give me a lift home.

And at the door, he asked me
for a date and I said yes.

- Where did he take you?

- Dinner, pictures.

- That's all?

- The first time, yes.

Oh, he wasn't the pushy sort.

After a while, well...we
did get quite chummy.

- How long did that go on?

- About six months.

- [Wall] Why did you stop seeing him?

- He had weird ideas of entertaining.

I mean, his idea of a good night out

was to take me to a coven.

You know, all those
crazy witches and things.

Frightened me out of my wits.

And I suddenly realized
that he was all involved

with this black magic.

He tried to get me involved as well,

but I just thought it was
ridiculous and I told him so.

Witchcraft isn't my cup of tea.

I didn't want any part of those kooks!

- What went on at those sessions?

- Oh, they were wild!

In the woods, flaming torches.

And a fellow all dressed
up as a high priest,

with big devil horns.

Well, then they suddenly
brought in a young girl

and started talking a lot of mumbo-jumbo

about being offered as a human sacrifice.

- Oh, great Chuku, father of us all,

listen to me as I pay tribute
to you, master of my fate.

I thank you for the generous gifts

you have heaped upon me.

I swear renewed allegiance
to you, my sovereign.

Save and protect me in all I do.

Our bond is sealed in blood.

Lord of the night, we make
this compact with you,

whose power rises from below,

and extends over the
vast reaches of the earth

and the seven seas.

We beseech you to grant our wish.

So that we may serve you.

Now, repeat after me.

Valadino.

- [Group] Valadino.

- [Neal] Osofano.

- [Group] Osofano.

- [Neal] Sacramontu.

- [Group] Sacramontu.

- Witches of the night.

(fire hissing)

- The fact that Mottram is tied in

with black magic is very significant.

- There's no law against witchcraft.

If people think they
can fly on broomsticks,

nobody can stop them.

- I know that, but when there
are ritualistic killings,

when there are human sacrifices,

it certainly adds up to murder.

I admit we haven't proved it yet,

but now there's something
concrete to go on.

We've connected Mottram with black magic.

- Three women have been murdered
in the last eight weeks.

We've ruled out rape and robbery.

Two have been fished out of the water

and one was found on the lawn of her home.

Each a victim of strange mutilation.

- They look like ritualistic murders

and in two of them, as we know,

Mottram's name has come up.

I Where is the place to be now? I

I What are the names that I should know? I

I Who is our lovely queen now? I

I Everything is a craze, so I'm not sure I

I Where is the secret? I

- Hey, Ronnie, look,

I think you've got a new admirer.

- He's been staring at
you ever since he came in.

- He looks absolutely bewitched!

- I wish he'd go to hell!

- I think he's trying to pick you up.

- I bet.

- You can never tell
about these businessmen.

By day, the executives rattle
around their plush offices,

shouting orders, frightening
the poor secretaries,

and by night, they let their hair down

and become screaming queens!

(group laughing)

- Not this one.

- Not this one?

He's coming over!

I I'm part of the craze now I

I Here is the place to be now I

- Finish your drink.

I want to talk to you.

- What do you want from me?

- First, I'll tell you what I don't want,

and that's a lot of palaver
and lies about your boss.

- I've already told you what I know.

- Not all of it, Ronnie.

- Yes, I have.

- Don't play games with me!

You tell me the truth, or
I'll knock it out of you.

- You've no right to
push me around like that.

- Don't tell me what to do.

I want to know about Neal
Mottram and his black magic.

How deep is he in witchcraft?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You're a stinking liar!

(hand smacks)

You call yourself his
associate, you live in his flat.

You must share his secrets.

Has he ever taken you
on one of those visits

to the Prince of Darkness?

- Never!

All I know about is my work at the shop.

Buying and selling.

- Don't give me that.

You tell me the truth about Mottram.

- I've given it to you!

- Ronnie, it seems I'm not
getting through to you.

Well, we'll just have
to start all over again.

- I can't stand it, Neal.

The way they questioned and slapped me.

He nearly choked me to death!

I tell you, this Sergeant
Wall is on to you!

He knows you're into black magic.

One more day and I'll make a run for it!

(indistinct ranting)

- Run away into the arms of the police?!

Don't you understand, Ronnie?!

That's exactly what
they're hoping you'll do.

Run and you play their game now!

How... come back to your senses.

Ronnie, black magic is no crime.

Thousands and thousands of
people practice witchcraft.

Here.

- Even if they can't prove
anything, I'm still scared.

It just doesn't make sense.

- What doesn't make sense?

- The fix we're in.

You've just come into a
bloody fortune in cash.

More money than we've ever dreamed of.

With the sale of the house,
nearly 60,000 pounds!

We could close the shop.

Travel.

Get those damned buzzards off our backs.

Enjoy life, feel safe.

- You forget one thing, Ronnie.

Who made that fortune possible?

Chuku.

Oh, yes, we can run away from the police,

but never from Chuku.

As long as we serve him, we are safe.

He will always protect us.

' How?

On whose terms?

- You know the answer to that.

- That means what it's always meant.

Sacrifice, reward.

Then another bloody sacrifice!

When does it all end?

- Never.

Is this Sally?

' [Sally] Yes.

- I've seen your advert

and I would like to
come in for a treatment.

Could I have you address, please?

- [Sally] Can I know to whom I'm speaking?

- This is Mr. Lombardi.

Peter Lombardi.

- Oh, Mr. Lombardi,

were you referred, or
did you read my notice?

- Yes, on the board in Soho.

I would like to call on you.

- Oh, very well.

The address is 214 -- 214
Aislinn Place.

It's flat five, on the second floor.

- 214 Aislinn Place.

- [Sally] When are you thinking of coming?

- This afternoon.

- In a hurry, are we?

Oh, well, I can understand that,

but we better make an exact
time, because, you see,

the kind of massage that
I give is rather popular.

It's quite electrifying, in fact.

- Yes, I'm sure.

Two o'clock all right?

- Yes, two o'clock will be fine.

Oh, but you better be prompt,

because no matter how
much time you use up,

I always charge the full hour.

Of course, some gentlemen
are faster than others,

but you can have from two 'til three.

- Thank you very much.

Bye.

- Bye.

Two 'til three.

- Neal, are we having lunch together?

- No, I've something more
important than food on my mind.

Go anywhere you wish.

It's Sunday, you're on your own.

I'm busy.

- What are you up to?

Another sacrifice for the hungry Chuku?

(door clicks)

(footsteps tapping)

(bell ringing)

- Follow him.

I'll keep an eye on the shop.

(door clicking)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

- Hello, Ronnie.

- Hi, Jane.

- What shall you have?

- I'll have a scotch, a large one.

(footsteps tapping)

(eerie music)

- Anything happen?

- No, nobody came out here.

- Right, I'll report to Sergeant Wall.

(car whirring)

(ball clanking)

- Jane, I'll have one more. Double.

- What, is it your birthday?

(door creaking)

(low, eerie music)

(buzzer buzzing)

- Who is it?

- It's Mr. Lombardi.

- Oh, I'm Sally.

Do come in.

I do hope you don't mind me asking,

but I always wait for the
party to identify themselves.

That way, I can be sure.

Oh, we are prompt, aren't we?

Right quickly on the dot.

- You did warn me to take
advantage of the full hour.

- Yes, yes, good shopper, are we?

- I like to get my money's worth.

- Oh, you will, you will.

Come on, sit down.

And talking of money...

As you were.

You know, I never speak
about it on the phone.

It's not elegant.

- It's not very discreet.

- It's not discreet either.

But of course, we can talk about it now.

Mind you, it does depend what you want.

Some of my clients require
more special treatment.

Even takes both of us.

" Oh?

- Oh, I'm referring to
my flatmate, Myrtle.

Of course, if you're one
of those foreign kind,

you'll have to wait, 'cause
she's out at the moment

visiting a sick friend.

She'll be back at three.

- Oh, I don't think we'll
require any help from Myrtle.

I'm sure you can handle
things by yourself.

- Of course I can.

I've never had any complaints.

Come on, this way.

Look what we have here.

Ultra red lamp, double voltage vibrator,

nerve point penetrator.

Muscle soother.

You name it, we have it.

You need it, we use it.

Well, hmm?

- Well, now that you've
shown me what you can do,

how much do you charge?

- Looking at you, I'd say Swedish massage,

just for a general tone up.

Followed by double voltage vibrator,

guaranteed to make a new man of you.

Comes to 2O pounds.

- It isn't very much, considering.

- I like to get paid in advance.

Advance.

That's it.

Now, take your clothes
off, lie on the couch,

and let's pretend you're
at the doctor's, hey?

(footsteps tapping)

- You going to have another one, Ronnie?

- No, I've had enough.

I've really had enough!

(door thudding)

- Oh, Mr. Lombardi, look at you.

Still dressed?

I didn't think you were the bashful kind.

Perhaps it wasn't a
massage you came for, eh?

Look what we have here!

I mean, if you're on the kinky side.

Oh, we have everything for your pleasure.

- You're right, Sally.

I didn't come for a massage.

- Oh, you are a soft one, aren't you?

(eerie music)

- Here's your sacrifice, as you required.

(door clicking)

(footsteps tapping)

- I'm so sorry I pushed you.

Rude sod.

(door thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

(door thuds)

Rude bastard.

(Myrtle screams)

(bell ringing)

(footsteps tapping)

- How far did he go?

- Down to the corner pub.

Knocked back quite a load.

He had three doubles while
I sipped half a pint.

(footsteps tapping)

- [Wall] Calling car K3, calling car K3.

- Car K3, Wilson speaking.

- [Wall] This is Sergeant Wall.

Another girl has been murdered.

We're on our way to Mottram's shop

and we're bringing armed men.

Do not attempt to enter.

Wait for our arrival, over.

- Message understood, over and out.

(objects thudding)

(ax thudding)

- Ronnie!

Bastard!

- And you're a stark raving mad!

- Bloody bastard!

- Anyway, your bloody Chuku
won't protect you any longer.

The police are onto every move you make!

- Give me that!

Give me that!

- You're insane to think

that you can keep
getting away with murder!

I'm putting an end to this devil!

(tense music)

(Neal grunts)

(tense music)

(door rattling)

(tense music)

- Bastard!

" No!

(glass shattering)

(suspenseful music)

- Sacred Chuku, I humbly
beseech your protection.

(sirens wailing)

- Where's Mottram?

- He's inside.

- Get in the back door.

Get this door open, Constable.

(glass shattering)

Come on!

(bell ringing)

(footsteps thudding)

Mottram, open up.

Open this door.

(door rattling)

Open this door, or we'll break it down.

(door thudding)

- Stand back, all.

Stay back, you.

You son of a bitch!

Stay back, or I'll chop you in half.

Stay back.

Stay back!

(tense music)

Stand back! Back!

Back, or I'll let it fly!

Stand back!

You can't hurt me.

Stand back!

- Come on, Mottram, you bloody lunatic.

Drop that axe!

- Don't come near me, or I'll let it fly.

You can't hurt me!

(gun banging)

- It's your last...

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)