Screen One (1985–2002): Season 6, Episode 6 - Murder in Mind - full transcript
A detective investigates a suicide at a controversial therapy centre.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[ominous instrumental music]
[water dripping]
[sinister instrumental music]
[Therapist] Tell us what
you're hiding, Simon.
Help us understand what's
going on inside you.
[Simon breathes heavily]
What can't you face, Simon?
[Pam] Do you want help
taking your hands away?
[Simon cries]
Help!
Help!
[screams echoing]
It's time, Andrea,
in both senses.
The session's over,
but it's also time for
you to make the break now.
But I'm not ready.
I say that you are.
You've got to let go.
[water rippling]
Tara?
Tara?
[water rushes]
I really don't think...
I mean, I, I don't, I
don't think I can cope
without seeing you.
[Hysterical Girl] Tara?
[hysterical girl screaming]
You, you really
think I'd be okay?
[hysterical girl screaming]
Something's wrong.
-[ominous instrumental music]
-[hysterical girl screaming]
Let me through.
[hysterical girl screaming]
Put this 'round you, be quiet!
Danny! Danny!
[hysterical girl screaming]
[water splashing]
[suspenseful instrumental music]
[hysterical girl crying]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's okay. You're doing okay.
It's okay, shh, shh, shh.
[Sonya panting]
It's too late. She's
been dead for hours.
[spoon clattering]
Don't forget you're mowing
the lawn this evening.
Mm?
You said last week.
It'll have to wait. I'm
working late this evening.
It dies, you know, if
you don't look after it.
I'll do it tomorrow.
If you're so worried about
it, why don't you cut it?
Well, I could, Malcolm,
but, quite honestly,
if you didn't cut the
grass every now and again,
there'd be nothing left
to show you lived here,
apart for a few wrinkles
on your side of the bed.
Don't forget the dirty
underwear, Trish.
There's always that to
remind you I'm around.
Sod the grass.
[kiss smacking]
Will you be wanting to eat?
I'll get something out.
Don't wait up.
[Trish sighs]
Why would I do that?
[ominous instrumental music]
Oh, God.
You look terrible.
What about him?
Oh, God, I don't know. That's
Simon from my morning group.
He was in crisis
before this happened.
This, this, terrible...
I'll handle it.
Go and make yourself
some chamomile tea.
Simon?
We're all very shocked
at what's happened.
Come on.
It affects all of us.
How long have you
been in Danny's group?
It doesn't help.
What doesn't help?
Are you afraid of me?
Yeah.
What do you think
I could do to you?
You might want me to be braver.
Could I do that, do you think?
Do you have a job?
I was a cleaner once.
People don't like
having me around.
My mother sends checks.
Where do you live?
My sister's, at the
top of the house.
She explains to her
visitors about me.
"Ah, he's not right in
the head. Hopeless case."
Are you?
Yeah.
Well, I'm very pleased
to hear it, Simon.
There's nothing I like better
than getting my teeth
into hopeless cases.
-[phone ringing]
-[loudspeaker announcing]
Oh, she was supposed
to be in the pool,
but she wasn't supposed
to be face down.
Empty bottle of pills.
No sign of anything suspicious.
Seems it's some kind of therapy.
Apparently she'd been
in the pool all night,
according to the
uniform on the spot.
Not that he understood
much about it.
It seems they put something
in the water, minerals,
to make it like the Dead
Sea, so you can't sink.
It's meant to relax
you. Expand your mind.
Being dead is about as
relaxed as anyone gets.
We'll never know if
her mind expanded.
Of course, my money's
on that toe rag Jenkins.
Is it? Evidence?
Uh, just a feeling, sir.
All right, well, we'll see
how reliable your feelings are
when we've got the evidence
to convict your toe rag.
Sir.
Good. Hunches belong
in mystery stories.
The only mystery in this
job is why anyone does it.
[phone ringing]
Okay, let's get this
meeting started.
[Judge] Did you encourage Tara
in her attempt to live away
from home, Mrs. Davies?
Tara was showing
signs of independence,
and I believed it was vital
to support her new
sense of confidence.
She moved into my flat
while she looked for
somewhere permanent
so I could keep an eye on her.
I'm afraid her parents were
putting great pressure on her
to return home.
And I tried to get her to see
that she could separate
from her family
without excluding
them from her life.
That's a lie.
You're a liar!
Tell them how you made
Tara stop seeing us.
Tell them!
[Mrs. James sobbing]
Do you have medical
qualifications, Mrs. Davies?
No, I don't.
[Judge] And in your opinion,
was Tara in a state of
mind to take her own life?
I'm afraid she was.
Two nights before her death,
she told me she'd
found a flat share.
She was excited. She wanted
to do an all-night flotation.
She'd done a couple
of ones before,
and it made her feel very good.
I don't know what happened.
I wish I'd been
there that evening.
[Judge] A note was left
by Tara addressed to you.
Your opinion seems to have
been very important to her,
Mrs. Davies.
There is an intense need
to please the therapist.
In any therapeutic situation,
the patient must transfer
onto her therapist.
Tara needed me to be the
most important person for her
in order to break with the
patterns that had held her back.
[sombre instrumental music]
Very, very sadly, there
wasn't enough time
for that transference
to be worked through.
[Judge] Thank you very
much, Mrs. Davies,
you've been very helpful.
The cause of death of
Tara Ann James is given
as an overdose of drugs.
I find that Tara Ann
James killed herself
while the balance of
her mind was disturbed.
[Malcolm] Pete?
[Pete] Sir.
The Tara James suicide,
do a bit of checking
on that therapy
centre, will you?
Was it a suicide verdict, sir?
Uh huh.
Are we taking official interest?
No, just do a bit of digging.
Something wrong about it, sir?
No.
[silverware clinking]
I'm so sorry, darling,
have you been waiting ages?
No longer than usual, Mother,
not if you don't count
being cancelled last week,
though that's usual, too.
Nonsense. Something terrible
happened at the house.
There was an accident,
and I got soaked
and had to go home to change.
Yeah, that's really terrible.
Did someone cry over
your best blouse?
Not tears on the Jean
Muir, Mother, oh, God,
what a catastrophe.
I didn't mean getting
wet was terrible,
as you perfectly
well know, Fern.
Someone died. Even you must
find that death is important.
Must I?
Who died? Not another
one of your patients?
Getting a bit
careless, aren't you?
Do you have Dover sole today?
[Waiter] Yes, madam. Grilled?
Yes, thank you.
What are you having, darling?
Whatever's the most expensive.
Make that two, please.
Wine?
Red.
Two glasses of
Chablis, thank you.
[Sonya sighs]
Fern, must we have all
this unpleasantness?
Well, you're the shrink,
mummy dear. What do you think?
Well, dealing with you and
a suicide in the same week
is a bit trying.
So who topped themselves then?
Tara, one of my patients,
an emotional disaster area.
What, like me, you mean?
What did you say
to make her do it?
Lunch over.
Well, don't forget
to leave the money.
So what about her?
This Tara.
[Sonya sighs]
She was deeply
depressed, of course,
and I thought I was
getting somewhere with her,
but I'm afraid I lost her.
What did the police say?
About what?
About the fact that
there was a dead body
in your basement?
[Sonya] Well, nothing.
The inquest was
just a formality.
You seem almost disappointed.
Don't be ridiculous.
[clock tower bells ringing]
Your anger seems to have
sent Pam to sleep, Colin.
Maybe she's dead.
Killed by you?
You expressed a
sexual interest in Pam
a couple of weeks ago.
Why don't you ask Pam
if you've murdered her?
Are you dead from the
waist down, Pammy?
I am to you.
Perhaps she's dead because
that's what happens
to women 'round here.
Let's hang on to what's
happening between Pam and Colin.
Let's talk about dead
women in the basement.
You'd have preferred
it to be a man.
I wouldn't have
minded it being you.
Well, of course not. I've
got balls between my legs.
You've got balls
between your ears.
I'm not interested in you.
I wanna know if
anyone here cares
that someone just
killed themselves.
Tara was in this
group not long ago.
Doesn't anyone care
that she's dead?
Hang on, Sara.
Colin's in the
centre. Let him work.
Do you want to
tell him something
about your feelings towards him?
No, I bloody don't.
I don't have any
feelings towards him.
I have feelings towards
Tara. I want to express them.
Yeah, we all know about
your feelings towards Tara.
Jealousy, 'cause she went
off to live with Mama Sonya
instead of shacking up with you.
And now you're
jealous of me and Pam,
'cause she doesn't
want you either.
I don't want any of you.
[Pam sighs]
Thanks.
[water splashes]
Oh, bugger it.
[Malcolm sighs]
Do you think it's time to
lash out, buy another bar?
I'm sorry, I always forget.
A bar of soap that's only used
once a week lasts so long,
it seems eternal.
Yeah, but if you used
for the rest of the week,
you wouldn't have to buy two
lots of everything, would you?
Malcolm.
I've no objections to being
a once a week mistress,
well, not many, but
I like scented soap.
I don't mind laying
off it on Wednesdays,
but I want to smell
the way I want to smell
the rest of the time.
I'll buy you a new bar of
unscented adultery soap
for next week.
[Malcolm sighs]
You're tired.
Hmm.
I am, Malcolm. It's true.
Of me?
I'm tired of the clock,
of years passing.
Are you tired of me?
You're part of my routine.
Without you I'd have
a hole in my week.
I wouldn't know what to do
with it after all these years.
I couldn't be
without you, Eileen.
It's unthinkable.
[lips smacking]
Give us a ring if you, uh,
think of anything else.
[phone ringing]
You could at least look
where you're going.
It might give the
patients more confidence.
Who was that?
Oh, no one. A patient.
Business must be thriving
if we can describe our
patients as "no one."
How is your morning
group coping?
Excitable.
I'm finding it a bit hard
to get them back on track.
Is that them or you?
My problem, I suppose.
I thought Tara was
getting herself together.
She was. She couldn't keep
herself together, it seems.
How involved were you?
She told you about
us, didn't she?
Killing herself wasn't anything
to do with what happened
between her and me, was it?
I rather doubt it, if my
memory of our little romance
is anything to go by.
[Danny sighs]
You're not the stuff
suicides are made of, Danny.
It's the effect on your
patients that concerns me,
if you can't keep your
emotions under control,
or is it just your hands?
I know. I'm really sorry.
It just happened.
She was so needing.
And you imagined that
you were what she needed?
I'm afraid you're not
what anyone needs, Danny.
I'll be taking Simon over.
He's too vulnerable to be
in the group at the moment.
He's mine.
[knocking on door]
Take a look at these.
Thank you, Danny.
Hello, I'm Detective
Inspector Iverson, CID.
You were at the inquest.
Could I have a word?
Should we take some air?
[tense instrumental music]
[door squeaks]
[Malcolm] Thank you.
You look different from when
I saw you at the inquest.
Oh, well, this wouldn't
have been appropriate.
It's important to be
appropriate, don't you think?
So this is your place, is it?
Yes, I own it,
run it, repair it.
It's a sort of legacy from
an unsuccessful marriage.
[Malcolm] And business is good?
[Sonya] Surprisingly, for
a bunch of ageing hippies
hanging onto the past.
But there's been a growing
demand for what we offer.
People are unhappy
and unfulfilled,
and conventional therapy
often disappoints.
[Malcolm] What do
you do for them?
[Sonya] Help them take control,
but also to take pleasure.
People must learn to relax
and enjoy their bodies
as well as dealing
with their minds.
I see. Now, about these tanks-
Oh, about Tara, you mean?
The tanks are completely
safe, Inspector.
It's impossible
to drown in them,
unless of course you'd
taken a massive overdose
and your heart had stopped,
which is, as you
know, what Tara did.
What was she doing in there?
Killing herself, obviously.
Suicide is a decision
people sometimes make.
You can't force anyone
to stay alive and cope.
I failed with Tara, I'm afraid.
It's a risk all therapists face.
Is it usual for a therapist
to have their patients
live with them?
I'm not interested in
what is usual, Inspector.
I'm not a member of the
Freudian magic circle.
I don't have blanket rules.
I'm a healer, not a
butcher or a baker.
Or a doctor.
No, I'm not medically qualified.
I have been trained, however.
I didn't ask to see your
badge when you came in,
even though you are
investigating me.
I trust you're good at your job.
I wouldn't count on it,
but I'm not investigating
you, Mrs. Davies.
I just want to get
a clear picture.
I'm afraid the
picture's never clear.
Human beings aren't
simply ill or well,
they're usually
somewhere in between.
It's just that some
of us are trained
to put our own problems to one
side in order to help others.
You aren't incapable
of murdering your wife,
but you don't carry
your murderous potential
into the investigation of
other people's crimes, do you?
What made you
become a policeman?
My mother. [chuckles]
Too much potty training.
No, it seemed like a useful...
I had a romantic idea
about solving mysteries.
I thought I was gonna
be a Philip Marlowe.
Yes, I'm sure that
was part of it.
Well, it was the '60s.
I listened to the music,
smoked the dope. Didn't inhale.
Read the manifestos.
I became a policeman.
I'm sure you're a
very good policeman.
I was a bit scared, I suppose.
I didn't think I
could do all that.
You know, fighting authority.
And come out in one piece.
And did you manage
to stay in one piece
by joining the forces
of law and order?
Up to a point.
And now?
Now you're middle aged.
Now I'm middle aged.
The investigator who missed
his own investigation.
You want to be found out.
Everybody wants someone
to find them out.
I'm not clear whether
you're investigating me,
or wanting a therapist, or-
Or what?
-[tyres squeal]
-[Sonya screams]
[Sonya clears throat]
You all right?
Thank you, Inspector.
You saved my life.
[door squeaks]
Hello, Mum.
What are you doing here?
Mm, company. A travelling
salesman, maybe.
Are you in essential oils?
This is my daughter, Inspector.
I'm afraid she has
no manners at all.
Hello, excuse me.
An inspector, huh?
What's he inspecting,
then, Mother,
a nasty stink in the drains?
You make sure you give
her a good going over.
She has an unfortunate habit
of losing her patients,
and we all know that therapists
shouldn't lose their patients.
Fern, that will do.
See what I mean?
[footsteps click]
[plates clattering]
[faintly speaking]
Turned up something interesting
on that suicide
case, morning, sir.
Mm-hmm? What you got?
Been others.
At least two in the
past couple of years,
both seeing the Davies
woman for therapy.
Young lad, then a
middle-aged bloke
who'd been worried about work.
A couple of weeks of
therapy, chucks his job in,
leaves his wife and kids,
goes wild sort of thing,
then he kills himself.
Anything to suggest
she had a hand in it?
No, but there's a pattern.
Three suicides.
Each one of them isolated
from their families
when they start seeing her.
Maybe that's par for the
course for psychotherapy.
I looked up the
Suicides Act, sir.
Section two, it's
illegal to aid or abet,
counsel or procure
someone's suicide.
If all your witnesses are dead,
you're gonna have a hard
time proving anything.
Besides, it's not against
the law to tell a bloke
to leave his wife.
There's something
wrong though, sir.
Certainly a third
suicide does begin
to look a bit unlucky,
but what's the motive?
It's hardly good for business.
[Cashier] That'll be $1.52.
It's a bad smell, though, sir.
Got up your nose, has it?
[Cashier] Thanks a lot.
Well, all this mucking
in with the troops
is playing havoc
with my digestion.
Our young wiz kid tells me
there's been a trio of suicides
at that therapy place
in as many years.
Worth interviewing the
Davies woman, do you think?
He'll go far, that lad.
It won't come to anything,
but I'll call her in.
You're not eating into
yourself deeply enough.
You have to go deeper
than your cuticles.
Your mother and
your sister, Simon.
[Simon sucking]
They care for me.
But do they care
about you as well?
Did your father care about you
when he left you when
you were just a baby?
[sombre instrumental music]
Did your mother and sister
love you for making him leave?
I didn't.
He didn't want another
child, you said.
She said.
And she loved you
for it, do you think?
And your sister
loved you for it?
I have to say these
things, Simon.
I can't let you
live in the fantasy
that's made you feel like
this all of your life,
so guilty.
So sorry for being alive
that you stopped living
even before you could walk.
[Simon breathing heavily]
Your mother and sister have
punished you all your life.
You can't do anything,
because you've never,
never been loved.
Stop.
[Simon crying]
Help me.
Please.
Please.
[Simon slapping]
I will help you, Simon.
[Simon gasping]
That's why we're here.
I need to go to hospital.
You want to be locked up?
Yes.
What crime have you committed?
People who are locked up have
usually committed a crime.
What's your crime, Simon?
I haven't done anything.
No, apart from that crime.
Why do you have to be locked up?
[Simon breathes heavily]
My father, I killed my father.
That's right.
You made him leave and now
you want to go to prison.
I won't permit it.
I can't stay with
my sister anymore.
I know she hates me.
Sometimes I wanna...
Yes?
I might do something.
Another crime to
go with the first?
[doors banging]
In here, please.
[Pete knocking]
Mrs. Davies, I'm sorry
to bother you again.
Still investigating, Inspector?
You called and I've come.
No, no, I...
I asked you to come informally.
Our conversation the other
day, I wondered if...
Yes?
Well, perhaps you could
tell me a bit more.
About what?
What you do.
I'm interested.
As a policeman or a client?
Is that what you call
them? Not patients?
Well, it depends.
Some people are patients,
others just want to
know themselves better,
but we all have ways of
covering up our sadness
and our deepest wishes.
Ah, that's what interests me,
you see, policemen don't
know as much as they should
about why people
behave the way they do.
Are you still worried
about Tara's suicide?
I wonder why some people
are self-destructive.
The lot I come across,
they don't seem to care
what happens to them.
They seem to court disaster.
People like that are
very hard to handle.
I thought perhaps you
might be able to explain.
I don't explain.
Well, I didn't mean...
Well, perhaps we
can talk generally.
I don't talk generally.
[Malcolm chuckles]
That must make a lot of
people rather discontented.
Oh, such a sceptic.
That's my job, Mrs. Davies.
Funnily enough, it's mine too.
Psychotherapy is
about being sceptical.
What, with all that faith
healing and laying on of hands?
People come to me with stories.
I take statements, like you,
and I have to decide which are
fantasy and which are real.
But I pay attention to both.
That's where you and I differ.
Fantasies are where people
are at their most real.
I don't do laying on of hands,
except in special cases.
But aromatherapy is
available with the centre,
massage with essential oils.
It's perfect for
people under stress.
Does it work?
Why don't you try it?
You'll be amazed at
the effect it has.
And I'm free, as it
happens, this evening.
Do you have an hour to spare?
I'm afraid I'm...
I don't know.
Tonight's not...
Well, sir?
That's an end to it. There's
nothing to investigate.
Haven't you got any work to do?
[suspenseful instrumental music]
[phone keys clacking]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[dramatic instrumental music]
Where were you?
Today?
Nothing special, at the
station interviewing.
No, not today.
Just now, where
were you just now?
Oh.
Nowhere. Thinking.
Mm-hmm?
About psychotherapy. [chuckles]
Do you think it's true that
everybody has a part...
a part of themselves
that isn't expressed.
That's what they say.
Stuff that we can't face.
Like guilt.
If this is about your wife,
it's a bit late to
feel guilty about her.
On the other hand, if it's me
you're feeling guilty about,
then you have every reason.
You are guilty, Malcolm.
What's the matter?
[Eileen sighs softly]
I've known for years that
you'd never leave Trish.
And I pretended not
to mind, but I do.
I mind about the waste of us.
[Eileen sighs]
Do you know what I think?
I think you've been
waiting for something,
[tense instrumental music]
for something better,
more exciting.
And I hope you find it,
because it's time
for us to stop.
-Eileen.
-[Eileen crying]
Eileen, shh.
Don't cry.
I do love you.
And you're right, I've got no
business living with Trish.
Come on.
Come on.
I can't lose you.
[Sonya] This is Sonya Davies,
please leave your
message after the tone.
[voice recorder beep]
[Simon] I, I wanted to,
oh, I'm sorry, it's Simon.
I, I need to speak, um,
talk, uh, uh, I don't,
uh, I'm sorry, I'll see
you tomorrow morning.
I'm, that's all right,
I just, [sighs] sorry.
[receiver clicks]
Why has Simon left the
group? He's part of it.
He is having individual
sessions with Sonya.
I thought you were only
interested in women.
Oh shut up, you evil bastard!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.
There's no such thing
as an evil person.
She can't just take people
out of the group like that.
He's, uh, too vulnerable for
group work at the moment.
Like Tara, you mean.
Well, seeing Sonya did her
a lot of good, didn't it?
We've got to try and
focus on the here and now.
Not happily. Well, for years.
Maybe never.
So you have a mistress?
Yes, I do. Eileen.
She gives me what I need and
what I don't get from Trish.
So all your needs are satisfied?
I don't think so.
I see something in you
that's never been satisfied.
[overlapping chatter]
[Malcolm sighs]
I should have left Trish
years ago, married Eileen.
I love her.
[tense instrumental music]
Bodies are so eloquent.
They tell you much
more than words.
Just relax. I'm good at this.
I know what you need.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[both kissing]
[both panting]
I know you.
Everything you
want, you can have.
Everything.
Your darkest wishes,
I'll make them come true.
[both panting]
[knock on door]
Come in.
Sir.
Yes?
I've, uh, brought you this, sir.
It's my file on the
therapy house suicide.
Has DI Iverson seen it?
He won't, sir.
So, you're going over his head.
I know, sir, I don't want to,
but DI Iverson won't look at it,
and I think someone ought to.
Okay.
I'll read it tonight.
Sir.
I only hope for your sake
that it amounts to something.
Disregarding the judgement
of your superiors
is something we
take very seriously
in this police force, Sergeant.
I know, sir.
I think it's important.
It better be.
Sir.
[door thuds]
[TV Announcer] Again,
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this weekend will be on every-
Hi, Carol? Lee.
Do you fancy supper?
I've got a stew in the oven
and no one to eat it with.
Okay, well, another time then.
Yes, I know it's Wednesday.
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Good morning, Malcolm.
Leave out the good and
you've got it in one.
Trouble at home?
Trouble everywhere.
That, uh, suicide business,
how are you doing on that-
Well, there's no grounds
for reopening the case.
It was never opened
in the first place.
Got more important things
to do. Just drop it.
Well, I think we should-
Drop it.
-[overlapping chatter]
-[phones ringing]
-[water rushing]
-[phone ringing]
[TV Narrator] A
few elephants bulls
Hold on, I'll just get him.
Simon?
[birds cawing]
Telephone.
[water splashing]
[TV Narrator] They're
joined by a breeding herd
-with cubs and younger animals.
-Simon!
Simon, telephone!
[TV Narrator] The babies wander
in a moving forest of lakes,
but the adults are always
aware, and guide them gently.
[steps creaking]
My brother's just come.
It's Mrs. Davies.
Hello?
I have to cancel this
morning's session, I'm afraid.
I want you to see
me tonight instead.
But I'm feeling so
bad, just like...
I might go crazy.
I know you feel bad,
but you won't go crazy,
because I say you won't.
You'll stay in control and
you'll come and see me,
yes, at my flat, at...
at 10:15.
Not before, I'll be busy.
Come and see me at 10:15.
10:15.
Good.
[keys clacking]
Inspector Iverson, please.
Malcolm.
Yes, tonight's fine.
But I have a patient
coming at 10, an emergency.
So you'll have to
be gone by then.
No, I can't put him off.
If you want to leave it...
All right.
I'll see you later.
[tense instrumental music]
[doorbell buzzes]
Come along, Malcolm.
I brought, um-
Don't waste our time.
[tense instrumental music]
[clock ticking]
You better have a shower.
Put him off.
I can't.
He's a patient in crisis.
Do you ever get involved
with your patients?
All of them.
[Malcolm] I mean physically.
That would be very unethical.
What we did tonight,
have you ever done
that with anyone else?
You must learn to live
in the present, Malcolm.
I'm not one of your patients.
Then don't behave like one.
Don't they ever want you to
be more than a therapist?
Transference, you mean?
Sex, I mean.
Is this boy in love with you?
[Sonya] You better get dressed.
Why does he have to come here?
Do you think what
we do is ordinary?
Don't you know I found you out?
Why is he coming here
at this time of night?
'Cause he's very sick and
needs a lot of support.
Is he gonna die too?
Do they all have to want you
so much they have to die?
Time to go home,
Detective inspector.
So the second shift can come.
[sombre instrumental music]
[Malcolm groans]
[engine starts]
[feet skid]
You!
Police.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Why did you stop when
I turned on my lights?
[suspenseful instrumental music]
What are you scared of?
Nothing, you just
gave me a fright.
Scare easily, don't you?
Yeah, yes I do, I'm sorry.
All right, go.
Thank you.
[foreboding instrumental music]
[engine revs]
[keys clatter]
[Sonya clears throat]
Hello, Rosemary Mason?
This is Sonya Davies.
You were...
[Sonya chuckles]
Yes, you were my
training analyst.
Mm, uh, it was a long time ago.
Uh, I wonder if I
could come and see you?
Yes?
Good, fine.
Thank you. I'll see you then.
Goodbye.
[receiver clicks]
You stink.
Fancy scent and sex.
In all these years of you
coming home squeaky clean
and smelling of nothing
every Wednesday,
[sighs] this is my
first sniff of her.
Or is it?
This is someone new, isn't it?
New enough to make you
forget to be careful.
[Trish snickers]
I almost feel sorry
for the school teacher.
She didn't get very much
of you in the end, did she?
I know you're not asleep!
Get out.
Get out of my bed. Get out!
And don't you ever
come back to my bed
stinking of sex again.
[Trish sighs]
[overlapping chatter]
Ah, Malcolm.
How's life?
You should know. You're
a regular part of it.
Well, I meant the bit
when you're not at work.
You're looking tired.
Too many mistresses,
I'm a regular Don Juan.
I don't see any wild
glint in your eye.
That's all a bit of a mess.
Take it easy, Mal.
Got a lot to lose.
Trish, no, there's
nothing to lose there.
Well, no, I didn't
mean your missus.
I meant Eileen.
She's been good for you.
I wouldn't let her go
lightly, if I were you.
Eileen.
I know.
Pete's been on at me about
that therapist woman.
He's so sure, it's
beginning to bother me.
It doesn't bother me.
I've got enough on my plate
without looking for
nonexistent crimes to solve.
He showed me this.
I told you, there's
nothing there.
I looked into it. She's
had a run of bad luck.
Look at any local paper.
Any day, there are suicides,
and most of them had
doctors and therapists.
If we arrest them all,
do you think sick people
would stop killing themselves?
Let's drop it!
When you interviewed her-
Nothing!
Just a woman doing
a difficult job.
Okay.
You're the expert.
See you tomorrow.
[door squeaks]
I have a problem with a patient.
She rather frightens me.
I came to you because
what I remember about you
is your fearlessness.
She's a therapist and came to
me for professional support.
That's wise.
Yes, but I've become
increasingly alarmed.
She's got involved sexually
with one of her patients.
She came to me because she
thought he was suicidal,
and although she felt
responsible for him,
she found she couldn't help him.
There was some, something in
the way she spoke about him
that disturbed me.
[Rosemary] In what way?
Well, well, underneath
her concern for him,
I had the impression she
felt he deserved to die.
Why would she think that?
She thought he was weak.
I know this sounds ridiculous,
but I began to think
of her as evil.
What kind of word is
that for therapist?
Yes, I know,
but what if that's the
only description that fits?
I, I sense a kind of void.
But if you're right, why
would she come to you?
Would she want to be
recognised for what she is?
Not out of a sense of guilt,
but as a kind of game?
Why did you come to me?
I want you to know about her.
[Simon groaning]
No, Simon!
[Kathy yells]
[Simon cries]
[Kathy and Simon panting]
[Simon groans]
-[phones ringing]
-[overlapping chatter]
What the hell do you
think you're doing,
going over my head?
Had to, sir. This woman
could be killing people.
Mal, what's going on.
You bloody know what's going on.
I'm sorry, Mal, Pete was
right to show it to me.
There's nothing to investigate,
except that little snot's
overactive imagination!
I just had the sister of the
lad who tried to kill himself
on the phone.
She says it's all the
Davies woman's fault!
I'll deal with it.
You keep that kid out of my way.
If he wants my job
he's got to come out
with something better than this!
[door slams]
He's been under a lot of stress.
He'll be taking a couple of
weeks leave, immediately.
Simon.
Now it's Simon.
What's happening?
Nothing, except you seem to
have lost control of yourself.
Again?
Simon tried to kill himself!
And his sister.
It seems you hadn't noticed
what a disturbed
young man Simon is.
-Wha-
-That's why I took him on.
[book thuds]
Do you mind?
[books crash]
[sombre instrumental music]
I'm sorry.
I made a mess of it, didn't I?
You did rather.
It wasn't very efficient.
Not if you really
intended to kill yourself.
I did.
I can't bear being me.
Don't wanna be alive
anymore. I don't want it.
If that's how you
really feel, Simon,
if you're sure it's the
right thing for you,
perhaps you're right?
Some people don't get better.
You might be one of them.
[gentle guitar music]
* I'm full of good tensions *
* Like I never was before *
* It's too late for prevention *
* But I don't think it's
too late for the cure *
* So you call in your minions *
* And see what you can find *
* Nighttime and morning *
* And these hands are
sticky but I don't mind *
* Why must you
always be around? *
* Why can't you
just leave it be? *
* You've done
nothing so far but *
* Destroy my life *
* You cause as
much sorrow dead *
* As you did when
you were alive *
-Good evening, Inspector.
-What!
How did you get into my car?
It's just a little trick
that someone taught me.
All right, well do the
other trick and get out.
That's not very nice.
And I took so much trouble
to look nice for you.
I thought you'd like
me better like this.
Fern. [sighs]
Well, what do you think?
Very nice, but-
Oh, you must be married, so
we can't go to your place,
and you wouldn't like my room.
We'll have to book into a hotel.
Know one?
Fern, what are
you talking about?
I've decided to seduce you.
You can have mother
and daughter.
The set.
I see.
And why should I be so lucky?
Must be your devastating charm.
Don't you fancy me?
You haven't got any hands left.
God, hope none of your
colleagues come out
and see you with
your hand on my tits.
Don't you want me?
I must have half
my mother's genes.
Can you half want me?
Now what are we going to do?
You're going to do up your
blouse and behave yourself.
[engine starts]
[instrumental rock music]
[overlapping chatter]
[Long-Haired Man] Do you
want another drink, Gibbs?
Yeah, thanks.
So what was all that about?
What are you doing
with my mother?
Are you checking her out?
Of course not, she's...
We're, uh-
Mm, she's got you
hooked, doesn't she?
Everyone is.
Why don't you like her?
I can't get away from her.
I'm always hanging around,
waiting for her to notice me.
She'd like me to disappear.
I know too much about her.
She hates me.
No.
She's very cold, you know.
She hates weakness.
There's nothing weak about
the way you are with her.
I do what I like, but I don't
dare ask her to love me.
You aren't really doing
an investigation, are you?
[Malcolm scoffs]
Only of myself.
Simon, Simon, someone
wants to see you.
Thank you.
Hello, Simon.
Do you remember me?
Are you charging me
for cutting Kathy?
No, nothing like that.
I just came to see you.
What for?
You didn't really mean to do
that to yourself, did you?
I have to be dead.
I'm a mistake. I
shouldn't be here.
Surely Mrs. Davies told
you that isn't true
in your therapy.
Don't you believe her?
Yes, I do believe her.
She agrees with me.
[suspenseful instrumental music]
What?
I've never met anyone
like her before.
I told her how I
felt the other night.
Finally, she said
yes, I was right.
She couldn't see how things
could get better for me,
and if I really
felt the way I did,
then I should just do it.
She told you to kill yourself?
She understood.
But, wasn't she just
trying to get you to see
that you didn't
really want to die?
She's the only person who's
ever told me the truth.
You don't know what
a relief that is.
[dramatic instrumental music]
No.
No.
[ominous instrumental music]
I saw Simon.
Yes?
Did you tell him?
Are you a policeman
or my lover now?
Did you?
Yes, my darling, I did.
People like Simon
need to be confronted
with their own fantasies.
He doesn't want to die.
He needs to see that.
It seemed to me that he
wants to die very much.
Yes, but then,
you're the policeman,
and I'm the therapist.
But you didn't mean him
to kill himself, did you?
You don't-
Yes, Malcolm. I do.
And I'm dangerous. I
ought to be stopped.
Stop it. It isn't funny.
If people insist on me
being God, then I will.
The power of life and death,
that's what I've got, Malcolm.
You can only put
people in prison.
[indistinct]
[Malcolm chuckles]
Point taken.
It's time, you know.
For what?
To leave your wife.
And stop lying to Eileen.
You can't keep making
excuses every Wednesday.
An uncomfortable mistress is
no better than a tired wife.
You're damaging yourself
and them by staying.
Leave Trish, stop seeing Eileen.
You have to.
I have what you want.
[sinister instrumental music]
What no one else can give you.
So you finally left her?
Should've known that when
she went, I'd go too.
Well, you're free at last.
Can't say you're
looking good on it.
Have you moved in
with the new one?
She won't have me.
Not until I've...
She doesn't want me
to leave for her.
Think I'm gonna spend
some time on my own.
I don't want to know.
I love you, but I won't
have any more of you.
I can't help it. I'm sorry.
All the time, you were
wanting to be taken prisoner.
[door slams]
[Eileen sighs softly]
Sonya.
I can't stay.
[phone rings]
Yes?
Anyway, there are
hardly any patients.
Chief Inspector Mills?
Yes, of course I'll come in.
And a glass of Chablis
with the fish, please.
So why is Danny leaving?
We agreed it would be best
if he did something else.
Anyway, what do you think
about coming to work for me
at the centre?
Hmm?
Might be fun.
You even look more presentable.
Fern.
It's Iverson.
He sussed you out, hasn't he?
It's exactly as I explained.
He's a personal friend.
Well, maybe it wasn't such
a good idea, after all,
asking you to come
to work for me.
You aren't mature
enough, quite honestly,
to take the responsibility.
In any case, I'm
tired of it, I...
I've had the place long enough.
I'll get rid of it.
I couldn't take the
job anyway, Mother.
I'm not available.
I'm leaving London.
I've decided to go to college.
I'm going to take my A-levels
and try for university.
You can't.
Yes, I can. It's decided.
And me?
You don't need me, Mother.
Nothing bad will
ever happen to you.
Malcolm?
You don't have to
sack me, I'm going.
I've left Trish.
Eileen has always
been good for you.
No, not Eileen,
I've left her too,
if you could say
I was ever there.
What?
Then who?
Is she the woman you've
been having an affair with?
Jesus. Have you
moved in with her?
No, she says we can't
live together until I...
I'm staying in a hotel until...
It's all right.
It's not bloody all right!
It's a catastrophe!
You've been having it off with
someone we're investigating?
Are you crazy?
You could've
jeopardised the whole-
I'm resigning!
You don't have to worry
about that boy, Simon,
I'll make sure he's all right.
There's nothing you can do,
nothing you can use in court.
I'm dealing with it!
[door slams]
[engines rumbling]
[knock on door]
[TV show playing]
I couldn't get through to you.
Someone called Mills has
been asking to see me.
Routine, there's
nothing to worry about.
As a matter of fact, there is.
Danny's left, and I can't
run the centre without him.
Not that it matters.
There are no clients.
The hospital said that
Simon had left with you.
Would you like to tell
me what's going on?
I'm sorting something
out for him.
How dare you interfere
with my patient?
I'm making sure he's all right.
Simon is none of your business.
I'm making sure
he'll be all right.
Malcolm, what is it?
You don't believe that-
It doesn't matter
what I believe.
I've told Simon to
stop seeing you,
but you don't have to worry.
He won't give
evidence against you.
Even if he did, a defence
lawyer would have him in pieces
in no time.
And there's nothing anyone
else can prove, not legally.
The other witnesses
are dead, aren't they?
You think I-
You don't have to
worry about me, either.
I could give
evidence against you
that would at least lend
weight to the suspicion,
but I'm in love with you.
I think I know what you are,
but I can't stop wanting you.
I'll do anything you want, but
I won't let you get to Simon.
I know how tough it's
been for you, darling,
leaving Trish and Eileen.
It's difficult, but
it's for both of us.
Very soon, you should
move in with me.
Just a little while longer,
to be quite, quite sure.
[sinister instrumental music]
You're mine, Malcolm.
Don't forget that.
You want us to be
together, Malcolm?
Get me out of this.
I can get you out of it,
or I can get you into it.
[suspenseful instrumental music]
I'm certain she
wants him to die.
She seems to have no
remorse, no pity at all.
Yet she comes to you.
Does that mean she
wants you to stop her?
Don't you think something
ought to be done?
She urgently needs help.
She isn't treatable.
I told you, she
has this absence.
How can you treat
something that isn't there?
She ought to be stopped,
don't you think?
You're her therapist. Ethically-
Do you really think
confidentiality
is more important
than people's lives?
There is police interest.
An inspector from the local
station has been to see her.
He's a fool.
Or she thinks he's a fool.
He's being manipulated by her.
Just another victim.
Falling in love with her.
And you think that you,
the, uh, therapist,
should intervene.
You intervened when you
were my training analyst,
and you failed me.
I didn't think you
were the right person
to take that kind of
responsibility for others.
But I found a way
to be a therapist
in spite of what you thought.
From what you tell me
about your patient,
it sounds as if what
she's really worried about
is that she might
never get caught.
Perhaps there's nothing
more frightening
than thinking you're
cleverer than everyone else.
Makes a person
dreadfully lonely,
to manipulate the world
into doing your will
and not get caught and
punished like other mortals.
That's to be like God.
Who can punish God?
Who can forgive God?
And why would God want to
be punished or forgiven?
I can think of
nothing more terrible
than to be deprived of the
possibility of forgiveness.
It would be total isolation.
Never to be found out
is never to be known.
That would be the worst
punishment in the world.
What if she really doesn't care?
If she's gone to a therapist,
she wants to be recognised.
She may feel no remorse,
but she wants to be
known for what she is.
But what could ever be proved?
Nothing.
[phone ringing]
[Eileen] Hello, I can't
come to the phone now.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
[voice recorder beeps]
[Malcolm] Eileen.
Eileen, are you there?
Please, please, Eileen.
Pick up the phone
if you're there!
[phone beeps]
[dial tone]
Shit, shit.
[receiver clicks]
[doorbell buzzes]
[buzzer hums]
[suspenseful instrumental music]
You're still living out
the Philip Marlowe fantasy.
No one can prove anything.
Don't do this, Malcolm.
[foreboding instrumental music]
Malcolm?
[sirens wailing]
[sirens wailing]
Taxi!
Taxi!
[sinister instrumental music]
[discordant string music]
[sombre instrumental music]
[melancholy instrumental music]
The cause of death of
Malcolm David Iverson
is given as 1-A, laceration
of the wrists, 1-B, drowning.
I find that Malcolm David
Iverson killed himself
while the balance of
his mind was disturbed.
The witnesses in this case
may now leave the court.
[ominous instrumental music]
[footsteps clicking]
[sinister instrumental music]
[ominous instrumental music]
[water dripping]
[sinister instrumental music]
[Therapist] Tell us what
you're hiding, Simon.
Help us understand what's
going on inside you.
[Simon breathes heavily]
What can't you face, Simon?
[Pam] Do you want help
taking your hands away?
[Simon cries]
Help!
Help!
[screams echoing]
It's time, Andrea,
in both senses.
The session's over,
but it's also time for
you to make the break now.
But I'm not ready.
I say that you are.
You've got to let go.
[water rippling]
Tara?
Tara?
[water rushes]
I really don't think...
I mean, I, I don't, I
don't think I can cope
without seeing you.
[Hysterical Girl] Tara?
[hysterical girl screaming]
You, you really
think I'd be okay?
[hysterical girl screaming]
Something's wrong.
-[ominous instrumental music]
-[hysterical girl screaming]
Let me through.
[hysterical girl screaming]
Put this 'round you, be quiet!
Danny! Danny!
[hysterical girl screaming]
[water splashing]
[suspenseful instrumental music]
[hysterical girl crying]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's okay. You're doing okay.
It's okay, shh, shh, shh.
[Sonya panting]
It's too late. She's
been dead for hours.
[spoon clattering]
Don't forget you're mowing
the lawn this evening.
Mm?
You said last week.
It'll have to wait. I'm
working late this evening.
It dies, you know, if
you don't look after it.
I'll do it tomorrow.
If you're so worried about
it, why don't you cut it?
Well, I could, Malcolm,
but, quite honestly,
if you didn't cut the
grass every now and again,
there'd be nothing left
to show you lived here,
apart for a few wrinkles
on your side of the bed.
Don't forget the dirty
underwear, Trish.
There's always that to
remind you I'm around.
Sod the grass.
[kiss smacking]
Will you be wanting to eat?
I'll get something out.
Don't wait up.
[Trish sighs]
Why would I do that?
[ominous instrumental music]
Oh, God.
You look terrible.
What about him?
Oh, God, I don't know. That's
Simon from my morning group.
He was in crisis
before this happened.
This, this, terrible...
I'll handle it.
Go and make yourself
some chamomile tea.
Simon?
We're all very shocked
at what's happened.
Come on.
It affects all of us.
How long have you
been in Danny's group?
It doesn't help.
What doesn't help?
Are you afraid of me?
Yeah.
What do you think
I could do to you?
You might want me to be braver.
Could I do that, do you think?
Do you have a job?
I was a cleaner once.
People don't like
having me around.
My mother sends checks.
Where do you live?
My sister's, at the
top of the house.
She explains to her
visitors about me.
"Ah, he's not right in
the head. Hopeless case."
Are you?
Yeah.
Well, I'm very pleased
to hear it, Simon.
There's nothing I like better
than getting my teeth
into hopeless cases.
-[phone ringing]
-[loudspeaker announcing]
Oh, she was supposed
to be in the pool,
but she wasn't supposed
to be face down.
Empty bottle of pills.
No sign of anything suspicious.
Seems it's some kind of therapy.
Apparently she'd been
in the pool all night,
according to the
uniform on the spot.
Not that he understood
much about it.
It seems they put something
in the water, minerals,
to make it like the Dead
Sea, so you can't sink.
It's meant to relax
you. Expand your mind.
Being dead is about as
relaxed as anyone gets.
We'll never know if
her mind expanded.
Of course, my money's
on that toe rag Jenkins.
Is it? Evidence?
Uh, just a feeling, sir.
All right, well, we'll see
how reliable your feelings are
when we've got the evidence
to convict your toe rag.
Sir.
Good. Hunches belong
in mystery stories.
The only mystery in this
job is why anyone does it.
[phone ringing]
Okay, let's get this
meeting started.
[Judge] Did you encourage Tara
in her attempt to live away
from home, Mrs. Davies?
Tara was showing
signs of independence,
and I believed it was vital
to support her new
sense of confidence.
She moved into my flat
while she looked for
somewhere permanent
so I could keep an eye on her.
I'm afraid her parents were
putting great pressure on her
to return home.
And I tried to get her to see
that she could separate
from her family
without excluding
them from her life.
That's a lie.
You're a liar!
Tell them how you made
Tara stop seeing us.
Tell them!
[Mrs. James sobbing]
Do you have medical
qualifications, Mrs. Davies?
No, I don't.
[Judge] And in your opinion,
was Tara in a state of
mind to take her own life?
I'm afraid she was.
Two nights before her death,
she told me she'd
found a flat share.
She was excited. She wanted
to do an all-night flotation.
She'd done a couple
of ones before,
and it made her feel very good.
I don't know what happened.
I wish I'd been
there that evening.
[Judge] A note was left
by Tara addressed to you.
Your opinion seems to have
been very important to her,
Mrs. Davies.
There is an intense need
to please the therapist.
In any therapeutic situation,
the patient must transfer
onto her therapist.
Tara needed me to be the
most important person for her
in order to break with the
patterns that had held her back.
[sombre instrumental music]
Very, very sadly, there
wasn't enough time
for that transference
to be worked through.
[Judge] Thank you very
much, Mrs. Davies,
you've been very helpful.
The cause of death of
Tara Ann James is given
as an overdose of drugs.
I find that Tara Ann
James killed herself
while the balance of
her mind was disturbed.
[Malcolm] Pete?
[Pete] Sir.
The Tara James suicide,
do a bit of checking
on that therapy
centre, will you?
Was it a suicide verdict, sir?
Uh huh.
Are we taking official interest?
No, just do a bit of digging.
Something wrong about it, sir?
No.
[silverware clinking]
I'm so sorry, darling,
have you been waiting ages?
No longer than usual, Mother,
not if you don't count
being cancelled last week,
though that's usual, too.
Nonsense. Something terrible
happened at the house.
There was an accident,
and I got soaked
and had to go home to change.
Yeah, that's really terrible.
Did someone cry over
your best blouse?
Not tears on the Jean
Muir, Mother, oh, God,
what a catastrophe.
I didn't mean getting
wet was terrible,
as you perfectly
well know, Fern.
Someone died. Even you must
find that death is important.
Must I?
Who died? Not another
one of your patients?
Getting a bit
careless, aren't you?
Do you have Dover sole today?
[Waiter] Yes, madam. Grilled?
Yes, thank you.
What are you having, darling?
Whatever's the most expensive.
Make that two, please.
Wine?
Red.
Two glasses of
Chablis, thank you.
[Sonya sighs]
Fern, must we have all
this unpleasantness?
Well, you're the shrink,
mummy dear. What do you think?
Well, dealing with you and
a suicide in the same week
is a bit trying.
So who topped themselves then?
Tara, one of my patients,
an emotional disaster area.
What, like me, you mean?
What did you say
to make her do it?
Lunch over.
Well, don't forget
to leave the money.
So what about her?
This Tara.
[Sonya sighs]
She was deeply
depressed, of course,
and I thought I was
getting somewhere with her,
but I'm afraid I lost her.
What did the police say?
About what?
About the fact that
there was a dead body
in your basement?
[Sonya] Well, nothing.
The inquest was
just a formality.
You seem almost disappointed.
Don't be ridiculous.
[clock tower bells ringing]
Your anger seems to have
sent Pam to sleep, Colin.
Maybe she's dead.
Killed by you?
You expressed a
sexual interest in Pam
a couple of weeks ago.
Why don't you ask Pam
if you've murdered her?
Are you dead from the
waist down, Pammy?
I am to you.
Perhaps she's dead because
that's what happens
to women 'round here.
Let's hang on to what's
happening between Pam and Colin.
Let's talk about dead
women in the basement.
You'd have preferred
it to be a man.
I wouldn't have
minded it being you.
Well, of course not. I've
got balls between my legs.
You've got balls
between your ears.
I'm not interested in you.
I wanna know if
anyone here cares
that someone just
killed themselves.
Tara was in this
group not long ago.
Doesn't anyone care
that she's dead?
Hang on, Sara.
Colin's in the
centre. Let him work.
Do you want to
tell him something
about your feelings towards him?
No, I bloody don't.
I don't have any
feelings towards him.
I have feelings towards
Tara. I want to express them.
Yeah, we all know about
your feelings towards Tara.
Jealousy, 'cause she went
off to live with Mama Sonya
instead of shacking up with you.
And now you're
jealous of me and Pam,
'cause she doesn't
want you either.
I don't want any of you.
[Pam sighs]
Thanks.
[water splashes]
Oh, bugger it.
[Malcolm sighs]
Do you think it's time to
lash out, buy another bar?
I'm sorry, I always forget.
A bar of soap that's only used
once a week lasts so long,
it seems eternal.
Yeah, but if you used
for the rest of the week,
you wouldn't have to buy two
lots of everything, would you?
Malcolm.
I've no objections to being
a once a week mistress,
well, not many, but
I like scented soap.
I don't mind laying
off it on Wednesdays,
but I want to smell
the way I want to smell
the rest of the time.
I'll buy you a new bar of
unscented adultery soap
for next week.
[Malcolm sighs]
You're tired.
Hmm.
I am, Malcolm. It's true.
Of me?
I'm tired of the clock,
of years passing.
Are you tired of me?
You're part of my routine.
Without you I'd have
a hole in my week.
I wouldn't know what to do
with it after all these years.
I couldn't be
without you, Eileen.
It's unthinkable.
[lips smacking]
Give us a ring if you, uh,
think of anything else.
[phone ringing]
You could at least look
where you're going.
It might give the
patients more confidence.
Who was that?
Oh, no one. A patient.
Business must be thriving
if we can describe our
patients as "no one."
How is your morning
group coping?
Excitable.
I'm finding it a bit hard
to get them back on track.
Is that them or you?
My problem, I suppose.
I thought Tara was
getting herself together.
She was. She couldn't keep
herself together, it seems.
How involved were you?
She told you about
us, didn't she?
Killing herself wasn't anything
to do with what happened
between her and me, was it?
I rather doubt it, if my
memory of our little romance
is anything to go by.
[Danny sighs]
You're not the stuff
suicides are made of, Danny.
It's the effect on your
patients that concerns me,
if you can't keep your
emotions under control,
or is it just your hands?
I know. I'm really sorry.
It just happened.
She was so needing.
And you imagined that
you were what she needed?
I'm afraid you're not
what anyone needs, Danny.
I'll be taking Simon over.
He's too vulnerable to be
in the group at the moment.
He's mine.
[knocking on door]
Take a look at these.
Thank you, Danny.
Hello, I'm Detective
Inspector Iverson, CID.
You were at the inquest.
Could I have a word?
Should we take some air?
[tense instrumental music]
[door squeaks]
[Malcolm] Thank you.
You look different from when
I saw you at the inquest.
Oh, well, this wouldn't
have been appropriate.
It's important to be
appropriate, don't you think?
So this is your place, is it?
Yes, I own it,
run it, repair it.
It's a sort of legacy from
an unsuccessful marriage.
[Malcolm] And business is good?
[Sonya] Surprisingly, for
a bunch of ageing hippies
hanging onto the past.
But there's been a growing
demand for what we offer.
People are unhappy
and unfulfilled,
and conventional therapy
often disappoints.
[Malcolm] What do
you do for them?
[Sonya] Help them take control,
but also to take pleasure.
People must learn to relax
and enjoy their bodies
as well as dealing
with their minds.
I see. Now, about these tanks-
Oh, about Tara, you mean?
The tanks are completely
safe, Inspector.
It's impossible
to drown in them,
unless of course you'd
taken a massive overdose
and your heart had stopped,
which is, as you
know, what Tara did.
What was she doing in there?
Killing herself, obviously.
Suicide is a decision
people sometimes make.
You can't force anyone
to stay alive and cope.
I failed with Tara, I'm afraid.
It's a risk all therapists face.
Is it usual for a therapist
to have their patients
live with them?
I'm not interested in
what is usual, Inspector.
I'm not a member of the
Freudian magic circle.
I don't have blanket rules.
I'm a healer, not a
butcher or a baker.
Or a doctor.
No, I'm not medically qualified.
I have been trained, however.
I didn't ask to see your
badge when you came in,
even though you are
investigating me.
I trust you're good at your job.
I wouldn't count on it,
but I'm not investigating
you, Mrs. Davies.
I just want to get
a clear picture.
I'm afraid the
picture's never clear.
Human beings aren't
simply ill or well,
they're usually
somewhere in between.
It's just that some
of us are trained
to put our own problems to one
side in order to help others.
You aren't incapable
of murdering your wife,
but you don't carry
your murderous potential
into the investigation of
other people's crimes, do you?
What made you
become a policeman?
My mother. [chuckles]
Too much potty training.
No, it seemed like a useful...
I had a romantic idea
about solving mysteries.
I thought I was gonna
be a Philip Marlowe.
Yes, I'm sure that
was part of it.
Well, it was the '60s.
I listened to the music,
smoked the dope. Didn't inhale.
Read the manifestos.
I became a policeman.
I'm sure you're a
very good policeman.
I was a bit scared, I suppose.
I didn't think I
could do all that.
You know, fighting authority.
And come out in one piece.
And did you manage
to stay in one piece
by joining the forces
of law and order?
Up to a point.
And now?
Now you're middle aged.
Now I'm middle aged.
The investigator who missed
his own investigation.
You want to be found out.
Everybody wants someone
to find them out.
I'm not clear whether
you're investigating me,
or wanting a therapist, or-
Or what?
-[tyres squeal]
-[Sonya screams]
[Sonya clears throat]
You all right?
Thank you, Inspector.
You saved my life.
[door squeaks]
Hello, Mum.
What are you doing here?
Mm, company. A travelling
salesman, maybe.
Are you in essential oils?
This is my daughter, Inspector.
I'm afraid she has
no manners at all.
Hello, excuse me.
An inspector, huh?
What's he inspecting,
then, Mother,
a nasty stink in the drains?
You make sure you give
her a good going over.
She has an unfortunate habit
of losing her patients,
and we all know that therapists
shouldn't lose their patients.
Fern, that will do.
See what I mean?
[footsteps click]
[plates clattering]
[faintly speaking]
Turned up something interesting
on that suicide
case, morning, sir.
Mm-hmm? What you got?
Been others.
At least two in the
past couple of years,
both seeing the Davies
woman for therapy.
Young lad, then a
middle-aged bloke
who'd been worried about work.
A couple of weeks of
therapy, chucks his job in,
leaves his wife and kids,
goes wild sort of thing,
then he kills himself.
Anything to suggest
she had a hand in it?
No, but there's a pattern.
Three suicides.
Each one of them isolated
from their families
when they start seeing her.
Maybe that's par for the
course for psychotherapy.
I looked up the
Suicides Act, sir.
Section two, it's
illegal to aid or abet,
counsel or procure
someone's suicide.
If all your witnesses are dead,
you're gonna have a hard
time proving anything.
Besides, it's not against
the law to tell a bloke
to leave his wife.
There's something
wrong though, sir.
Certainly a third
suicide does begin
to look a bit unlucky,
but what's the motive?
It's hardly good for business.
[Cashier] That'll be $1.52.
It's a bad smell, though, sir.
Got up your nose, has it?
[Cashier] Thanks a lot.
Well, all this mucking
in with the troops
is playing havoc
with my digestion.
Our young wiz kid tells me
there's been a trio of suicides
at that therapy place
in as many years.
Worth interviewing the
Davies woman, do you think?
He'll go far, that lad.
It won't come to anything,
but I'll call her in.
You're not eating into
yourself deeply enough.
You have to go deeper
than your cuticles.
Your mother and
your sister, Simon.
[Simon sucking]
They care for me.
But do they care
about you as well?
Did your father care about you
when he left you when
you were just a baby?
[sombre instrumental music]
Did your mother and sister
love you for making him leave?
I didn't.
He didn't want another
child, you said.
She said.
And she loved you
for it, do you think?
And your sister
loved you for it?
I have to say these
things, Simon.
I can't let you
live in the fantasy
that's made you feel like
this all of your life,
so guilty.
So sorry for being alive
that you stopped living
even before you could walk.
[Simon breathing heavily]
Your mother and sister have
punished you all your life.
You can't do anything,
because you've never,
never been loved.
Stop.
[Simon crying]
Help me.
Please.
Please.
[Simon slapping]
I will help you, Simon.
[Simon gasping]
That's why we're here.
I need to go to hospital.
You want to be locked up?
Yes.
What crime have you committed?
People who are locked up have
usually committed a crime.
What's your crime, Simon?
I haven't done anything.
No, apart from that crime.
Why do you have to be locked up?
[Simon breathes heavily]
My father, I killed my father.
That's right.
You made him leave and now
you want to go to prison.
I won't permit it.
I can't stay with
my sister anymore.
I know she hates me.
Sometimes I wanna...
Yes?
I might do something.
Another crime to
go with the first?
[doors banging]
In here, please.
[Pete knocking]
Mrs. Davies, I'm sorry
to bother you again.
Still investigating, Inspector?
You called and I've come.
No, no, I...
I asked you to come informally.
Our conversation the other
day, I wondered if...
Yes?
Well, perhaps you could
tell me a bit more.
About what?
What you do.
I'm interested.
As a policeman or a client?
Is that what you call
them? Not patients?
Well, it depends.
Some people are patients,
others just want to
know themselves better,
but we all have ways of
covering up our sadness
and our deepest wishes.
Ah, that's what interests me,
you see, policemen don't
know as much as they should
about why people
behave the way they do.
Are you still worried
about Tara's suicide?
I wonder why some people
are self-destructive.
The lot I come across,
they don't seem to care
what happens to them.
They seem to court disaster.
People like that are
very hard to handle.
I thought perhaps you
might be able to explain.
I don't explain.
Well, I didn't mean...
Well, perhaps we
can talk generally.
I don't talk generally.
[Malcolm chuckles]
That must make a lot of
people rather discontented.
Oh, such a sceptic.
That's my job, Mrs. Davies.
Funnily enough, it's mine too.
Psychotherapy is
about being sceptical.
What, with all that faith
healing and laying on of hands?
People come to me with stories.
I take statements, like you,
and I have to decide which are
fantasy and which are real.
But I pay attention to both.
That's where you and I differ.
Fantasies are where people
are at their most real.
I don't do laying on of hands,
except in special cases.
But aromatherapy is
available with the centre,
massage with essential oils.
It's perfect for
people under stress.
Does it work?
Why don't you try it?
You'll be amazed at
the effect it has.
And I'm free, as it
happens, this evening.
Do you have an hour to spare?
I'm afraid I'm...
I don't know.
Tonight's not...
Well, sir?
That's an end to it. There's
nothing to investigate.
Haven't you got any work to do?
[suspenseful instrumental music]
[phone keys clacking]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[dramatic instrumental music]
Where were you?
Today?
Nothing special, at the
station interviewing.
No, not today.
Just now, where
were you just now?
Oh.
Nowhere. Thinking.
Mm-hmm?
About psychotherapy. [chuckles]
Do you think it's true that
everybody has a part...
a part of themselves
that isn't expressed.
That's what they say.
Stuff that we can't face.
Like guilt.
If this is about your wife,
it's a bit late to
feel guilty about her.
On the other hand, if it's me
you're feeling guilty about,
then you have every reason.
You are guilty, Malcolm.
What's the matter?
[Eileen sighs softly]
I've known for years that
you'd never leave Trish.
And I pretended not
to mind, but I do.
I mind about the waste of us.
[Eileen sighs]
Do you know what I think?
I think you've been
waiting for something,
[tense instrumental music]
for something better,
more exciting.
And I hope you find it,
because it's time
for us to stop.
-Eileen.
-[Eileen crying]
Eileen, shh.
Don't cry.
I do love you.
And you're right, I've got no
business living with Trish.
Come on.
Come on.
I can't lose you.
[Sonya] This is Sonya Davies,
please leave your
message after the tone.
[voice recorder beep]
[Simon] I, I wanted to,
oh, I'm sorry, it's Simon.
I, I need to speak, um,
talk, uh, uh, I don't,
uh, I'm sorry, I'll see
you tomorrow morning.
I'm, that's all right,
I just, [sighs] sorry.
[receiver clicks]
Why has Simon left the
group? He's part of it.
He is having individual
sessions with Sonya.
I thought you were only
interested in women.
Oh shut up, you evil bastard!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.
There's no such thing
as an evil person.
She can't just take people
out of the group like that.
He's, uh, too vulnerable for
group work at the moment.
Like Tara, you mean.
Well, seeing Sonya did her
a lot of good, didn't it?
We've got to try and
focus on the here and now.
Not happily. Well, for years.
Maybe never.
So you have a mistress?
Yes, I do. Eileen.
She gives me what I need and
what I don't get from Trish.
So all your needs are satisfied?
I don't think so.
I see something in you
that's never been satisfied.
[overlapping chatter]
[Malcolm sighs]
I should have left Trish
years ago, married Eileen.
I love her.
[tense instrumental music]
Bodies are so eloquent.
They tell you much
more than words.
Just relax. I'm good at this.
I know what you need.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[both kissing]
[both panting]
I know you.
Everything you
want, you can have.
Everything.
Your darkest wishes,
I'll make them come true.
[both panting]
[knock on door]
Come in.
Sir.
Yes?
I've, uh, brought you this, sir.
It's my file on the
therapy house suicide.
Has DI Iverson seen it?
He won't, sir.
So, you're going over his head.
I know, sir, I don't want to,
but DI Iverson won't look at it,
and I think someone ought to.
Okay.
I'll read it tonight.
Sir.
I only hope for your sake
that it amounts to something.
Disregarding the judgement
of your superiors
is something we
take very seriously
in this police force, Sergeant.
I know, sir.
I think it's important.
It better be.
Sir.
[door thuds]
[TV Announcer] Again,
let me just warn you
that the shipping forecasts
this weekend will be on every-
Hi, Carol? Lee.
Do you fancy supper?
I've got a stew in the oven
and no one to eat it with.
Okay, well, another time then.
Yes, I know it's Wednesday.
[TV Announcer] From
eight in the morning
until six in the evening.
There are warnings of
gales in Southeast Iceland,
with a general synopsis of
1900, high German bite, apart-
[engines rumble]
Good morning, Malcolm.
Leave out the good and
you've got it in one.
Trouble at home?
Trouble everywhere.
That, uh, suicide business,
how are you doing on that-
Well, there's no grounds
for reopening the case.
It was never opened
in the first place.
Got more important things
to do. Just drop it.
Well, I think we should-
Drop it.
-[overlapping chatter]
-[phones ringing]
-[water rushing]
-[phone ringing]
[TV Narrator] A
few elephants bulls
Hold on, I'll just get him.
Simon?
[birds cawing]
Telephone.
[water splashing]
[TV Narrator] They're
joined by a breeding herd
-with cubs and younger animals.
-Simon!
Simon, telephone!
[TV Narrator] The babies wander
in a moving forest of lakes,
but the adults are always
aware, and guide them gently.
[steps creaking]
My brother's just come.
It's Mrs. Davies.
Hello?
I have to cancel this
morning's session, I'm afraid.
I want you to see
me tonight instead.
But I'm feeling so
bad, just like...
I might go crazy.
I know you feel bad,
but you won't go crazy,
because I say you won't.
You'll stay in control and
you'll come and see me,
yes, at my flat, at...
at 10:15.
Not before, I'll be busy.
Come and see me at 10:15.
10:15.
Good.
[keys clacking]
Inspector Iverson, please.
Malcolm.
Yes, tonight's fine.
But I have a patient
coming at 10, an emergency.
So you'll have to
be gone by then.
No, I can't put him off.
If you want to leave it...
All right.
I'll see you later.
[tense instrumental music]
[doorbell buzzes]
Come along, Malcolm.
I brought, um-
Don't waste our time.
[tense instrumental music]
[clock ticking]
You better have a shower.
Put him off.
I can't.
He's a patient in crisis.
Do you ever get involved
with your patients?
All of them.
[Malcolm] I mean physically.
That would be very unethical.
What we did tonight,
have you ever done
that with anyone else?
You must learn to live
in the present, Malcolm.
I'm not one of your patients.
Then don't behave like one.
Don't they ever want you to
be more than a therapist?
Transference, you mean?
Sex, I mean.
Is this boy in love with you?
[Sonya] You better get dressed.
Why does he have to come here?
Do you think what
we do is ordinary?
Don't you know I found you out?
Why is he coming here
at this time of night?
'Cause he's very sick and
needs a lot of support.
Is he gonna die too?
Do they all have to want you
so much they have to die?
Time to go home,
Detective inspector.
So the second shift can come.
[sombre instrumental music]
[Malcolm groans]
[engine starts]
[feet skid]
You!
Police.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Why did you stop when
I turned on my lights?
[suspenseful instrumental music]
What are you scared of?
Nothing, you just
gave me a fright.
Scare easily, don't you?
Yeah, yes I do, I'm sorry.
All right, go.
Thank you.
[foreboding instrumental music]
[engine revs]
[keys clatter]
[Sonya clears throat]
Hello, Rosemary Mason?
This is Sonya Davies.
You were...
[Sonya chuckles]
Yes, you were my
training analyst.
Mm, uh, it was a long time ago.
Uh, I wonder if I
could come and see you?
Yes?
Good, fine.
Thank you. I'll see you then.
Goodbye.
[receiver clicks]
You stink.
Fancy scent and sex.
In all these years of you
coming home squeaky clean
and smelling of nothing
every Wednesday,
[sighs] this is my
first sniff of her.
Or is it?
This is someone new, isn't it?
New enough to make you
forget to be careful.
[Trish snickers]
I almost feel sorry
for the school teacher.
She didn't get very much
of you in the end, did she?
I know you're not asleep!
Get out.
Get out of my bed. Get out!
And don't you ever
come back to my bed
stinking of sex again.
[Trish sighs]
[overlapping chatter]
Ah, Malcolm.
How's life?
You should know. You're
a regular part of it.
Well, I meant the bit
when you're not at work.
You're looking tired.
Too many mistresses,
I'm a regular Don Juan.
I don't see any wild
glint in your eye.
That's all a bit of a mess.
Take it easy, Mal.
Got a lot to lose.
Trish, no, there's
nothing to lose there.
Well, no, I didn't
mean your missus.
I meant Eileen.
She's been good for you.
I wouldn't let her go
lightly, if I were you.
Eileen.
I know.
Pete's been on at me about
that therapist woman.
He's so sure, it's
beginning to bother me.
It doesn't bother me.
I've got enough on my plate
without looking for
nonexistent crimes to solve.
He showed me this.
I told you, there's
nothing there.
I looked into it. She's
had a run of bad luck.
Look at any local paper.
Any day, there are suicides,
and most of them had
doctors and therapists.
If we arrest them all,
do you think sick people
would stop killing themselves?
Let's drop it!
When you interviewed her-
Nothing!
Just a woman doing
a difficult job.
Okay.
You're the expert.
See you tomorrow.
[door squeaks]
I have a problem with a patient.
She rather frightens me.
I came to you because
what I remember about you
is your fearlessness.
She's a therapist and came to
me for professional support.
That's wise.
Yes, but I've become
increasingly alarmed.
She's got involved sexually
with one of her patients.
She came to me because she
thought he was suicidal,
and although she felt
responsible for him,
she found she couldn't help him.
There was some, something in
the way she spoke about him
that disturbed me.
[Rosemary] In what way?
Well, well, underneath
her concern for him,
I had the impression she
felt he deserved to die.
Why would she think that?
She thought he was weak.
I know this sounds ridiculous,
but I began to think
of her as evil.
What kind of word is
that for therapist?
Yes, I know,
but what if that's the
only description that fits?
I, I sense a kind of void.
But if you're right, why
would she come to you?
Would she want to be
recognised for what she is?
Not out of a sense of guilt,
but as a kind of game?
Why did you come to me?
I want you to know about her.
[Simon groaning]
No, Simon!
[Kathy yells]
[Simon cries]
[Kathy and Simon panting]
[Simon groans]
-[phones ringing]
-[overlapping chatter]
What the hell do you
think you're doing,
going over my head?
Had to, sir. This woman
could be killing people.
Mal, what's going on.
You bloody know what's going on.
I'm sorry, Mal, Pete was
right to show it to me.
There's nothing to investigate,
except that little snot's
overactive imagination!
I just had the sister of the
lad who tried to kill himself
on the phone.
She says it's all the
Davies woman's fault!
I'll deal with it.
You keep that kid out of my way.
If he wants my job
he's got to come out
with something better than this!
[door slams]
He's been under a lot of stress.
He'll be taking a couple of
weeks leave, immediately.
Simon.
Now it's Simon.
What's happening?
Nothing, except you seem to
have lost control of yourself.
Again?
Simon tried to kill himself!
And his sister.
It seems you hadn't noticed
what a disturbed
young man Simon is.
-Wha-
-That's why I took him on.
[book thuds]
Do you mind?
[books crash]
[sombre instrumental music]
I'm sorry.
I made a mess of it, didn't I?
You did rather.
It wasn't very efficient.
Not if you really
intended to kill yourself.
I did.
I can't bear being me.
Don't wanna be alive
anymore. I don't want it.
If that's how you
really feel, Simon,
if you're sure it's the
right thing for you,
perhaps you're right?
Some people don't get better.
You might be one of them.
[gentle guitar music]
* I'm full of good tensions *
* Like I never was before *
* It's too late for prevention *
* But I don't think it's
too late for the cure *
* So you call in your minions *
* And see what you can find *
* Nighttime and morning *
* And these hands are
sticky but I don't mind *
* Why must you
always be around? *
* Why can't you
just leave it be? *
* You've done
nothing so far but *
* Destroy my life *
* You cause as
much sorrow dead *
* As you did when
you were alive *
-Good evening, Inspector.
-What!
How did you get into my car?
It's just a little trick
that someone taught me.
All right, well do the
other trick and get out.
That's not very nice.
And I took so much trouble
to look nice for you.
I thought you'd like
me better like this.
Fern. [sighs]
Well, what do you think?
Very nice, but-
Oh, you must be married, so
we can't go to your place,
and you wouldn't like my room.
We'll have to book into a hotel.
Know one?
Fern, what are
you talking about?
I've decided to seduce you.
You can have mother
and daughter.
The set.
I see.
And why should I be so lucky?
Must be your devastating charm.
Don't you fancy me?
You haven't got any hands left.
God, hope none of your
colleagues come out
and see you with
your hand on my tits.
Don't you want me?
I must have half
my mother's genes.
Can you half want me?
Now what are we going to do?
You're going to do up your
blouse and behave yourself.
[engine starts]
[instrumental rock music]
[overlapping chatter]
[Long-Haired Man] Do you
want another drink, Gibbs?
Yeah, thanks.
So what was all that about?
What are you doing
with my mother?
Are you checking her out?
Of course not, she's...
We're, uh-
Mm, she's got you
hooked, doesn't she?
Everyone is.
Why don't you like her?
I can't get away from her.
I'm always hanging around,
waiting for her to notice me.
She'd like me to disappear.
I know too much about her.
She hates me.
No.
She's very cold, you know.
She hates weakness.
There's nothing weak about
the way you are with her.
I do what I like, but I don't
dare ask her to love me.
You aren't really doing
an investigation, are you?
[Malcolm scoffs]
Only of myself.
Simon, Simon, someone
wants to see you.
Thank you.
Hello, Simon.
Do you remember me?
Are you charging me
for cutting Kathy?
No, nothing like that.
I just came to see you.
What for?
You didn't really mean to do
that to yourself, did you?
I have to be dead.
I'm a mistake. I
shouldn't be here.
Surely Mrs. Davies told
you that isn't true
in your therapy.
Don't you believe her?
Yes, I do believe her.
She agrees with me.
[suspenseful instrumental music]
What?
I've never met anyone
like her before.
I told her how I
felt the other night.
Finally, she said
yes, I was right.
She couldn't see how things
could get better for me,
and if I really
felt the way I did,
then I should just do it.
She told you to kill yourself?
She understood.
But, wasn't she just
trying to get you to see
that you didn't
really want to die?
She's the only person who's
ever told me the truth.
You don't know what
a relief that is.
[dramatic instrumental music]
No.
No.
[ominous instrumental music]
I saw Simon.
Yes?
Did you tell him?
Are you a policeman
or my lover now?
Did you?
Yes, my darling, I did.
People like Simon
need to be confronted
with their own fantasies.
He doesn't want to die.
He needs to see that.
It seemed to me that he
wants to die very much.
Yes, but then,
you're the policeman,
and I'm the therapist.
But you didn't mean him
to kill himself, did you?
You don't-
Yes, Malcolm. I do.
And I'm dangerous. I
ought to be stopped.
Stop it. It isn't funny.
If people insist on me
being God, then I will.
The power of life and death,
that's what I've got, Malcolm.
You can only put
people in prison.
[indistinct]
[Malcolm chuckles]
Point taken.
It's time, you know.
For what?
To leave your wife.
And stop lying to Eileen.
You can't keep making
excuses every Wednesday.
An uncomfortable mistress is
no better than a tired wife.
You're damaging yourself
and them by staying.
Leave Trish, stop seeing Eileen.
You have to.
I have what you want.
[sinister instrumental music]
What no one else can give you.
So you finally left her?
Should've known that when
she went, I'd go too.
Well, you're free at last.
Can't say you're
looking good on it.
Have you moved in
with the new one?
She won't have me.
Not until I've...
She doesn't want me
to leave for her.
Think I'm gonna spend
some time on my own.
I don't want to know.
I love you, but I won't
have any more of you.
I can't help it. I'm sorry.
All the time, you were
wanting to be taken prisoner.
[door slams]
[Eileen sighs softly]
Sonya.
I can't stay.
[phone rings]
Yes?
Anyway, there are
hardly any patients.
Chief Inspector Mills?
Yes, of course I'll come in.
And a glass of Chablis
with the fish, please.
So why is Danny leaving?
We agreed it would be best
if he did something else.
Anyway, what do you think
about coming to work for me
at the centre?
Hmm?
Might be fun.
You even look more presentable.
Fern.
It's Iverson.
He sussed you out, hasn't he?
It's exactly as I explained.
He's a personal friend.
Well, maybe it wasn't such
a good idea, after all,
asking you to come
to work for me.
You aren't mature
enough, quite honestly,
to take the responsibility.
In any case, I'm
tired of it, I...
I've had the place long enough.
I'll get rid of it.
I couldn't take the
job anyway, Mother.
I'm not available.
I'm leaving London.
I've decided to go to college.
I'm going to take my A-levels
and try for university.
You can't.
Yes, I can. It's decided.
And me?
You don't need me, Mother.
Nothing bad will
ever happen to you.
Malcolm?
You don't have to
sack me, I'm going.
I've left Trish.
Eileen has always
been good for you.
No, not Eileen,
I've left her too,
if you could say
I was ever there.
What?
Then who?
Is she the woman you've
been having an affair with?
Jesus. Have you
moved in with her?
No, she says we can't
live together until I...
I'm staying in a hotel until...
It's all right.
It's not bloody all right!
It's a catastrophe!
You've been having it off with
someone we're investigating?
Are you crazy?
You could've
jeopardised the whole-
I'm resigning!
You don't have to worry
about that boy, Simon,
I'll make sure he's all right.
There's nothing you can do,
nothing you can use in court.
I'm dealing with it!
[door slams]
[engines rumbling]
[knock on door]
[TV show playing]
I couldn't get through to you.
Someone called Mills has
been asking to see me.
Routine, there's
nothing to worry about.
As a matter of fact, there is.
Danny's left, and I can't
run the centre without him.
Not that it matters.
There are no clients.
The hospital said that
Simon had left with you.
Would you like to tell
me what's going on?
I'm sorting something
out for him.
How dare you interfere
with my patient?
I'm making sure he's all right.
Simon is none of your business.
I'm making sure
he'll be all right.
Malcolm, what is it?
You don't believe that-
It doesn't matter
what I believe.
I've told Simon to
stop seeing you,
but you don't have to worry.
He won't give
evidence against you.
Even if he did, a defence
lawyer would have him in pieces
in no time.
And there's nothing anyone
else can prove, not legally.
The other witnesses
are dead, aren't they?
You think I-
You don't have to
worry about me, either.
I could give
evidence against you
that would at least lend
weight to the suspicion,
but I'm in love with you.
I think I know what you are,
but I can't stop wanting you.
I'll do anything you want, but
I won't let you get to Simon.
I know how tough it's
been for you, darling,
leaving Trish and Eileen.
It's difficult, but
it's for both of us.
Very soon, you should
move in with me.
Just a little while longer,
to be quite, quite sure.
[sinister instrumental music]
You're mine, Malcolm.
Don't forget that.
You want us to be
together, Malcolm?
Get me out of this.
I can get you out of it,
or I can get you into it.
[suspenseful instrumental music]
I'm certain she
wants him to die.
She seems to have no
remorse, no pity at all.
Yet she comes to you.
Does that mean she
wants you to stop her?
Don't you think something
ought to be done?
She urgently needs help.
She isn't treatable.
I told you, she
has this absence.
How can you treat
something that isn't there?
She ought to be stopped,
don't you think?
You're her therapist. Ethically-
Do you really think
confidentiality
is more important
than people's lives?
There is police interest.
An inspector from the local
station has been to see her.
He's a fool.
Or she thinks he's a fool.
He's being manipulated by her.
Just another victim.
Falling in love with her.
And you think that you,
the, uh, therapist,
should intervene.
You intervened when you
were my training analyst,
and you failed me.
I didn't think you
were the right person
to take that kind of
responsibility for others.
But I found a way
to be a therapist
in spite of what you thought.
From what you tell me
about your patient,
it sounds as if what
she's really worried about
is that she might
never get caught.
Perhaps there's nothing
more frightening
than thinking you're
cleverer than everyone else.
Makes a person
dreadfully lonely,
to manipulate the world
into doing your will
and not get caught and
punished like other mortals.
That's to be like God.
Who can punish God?
Who can forgive God?
And why would God want to
be punished or forgiven?
I can think of
nothing more terrible
than to be deprived of the
possibility of forgiveness.
It would be total isolation.
Never to be found out
is never to be known.
That would be the worst
punishment in the world.
What if she really doesn't care?
If she's gone to a therapist,
she wants to be recognised.
She may feel no remorse,
but she wants to be
known for what she is.
But what could ever be proved?
Nothing.
[phone ringing]
[Eileen] Hello, I can't
come to the phone now.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
[voice recorder beeps]
[Malcolm] Eileen.
Eileen, are you there?
Please, please, Eileen.
Pick up the phone
if you're there!
[phone beeps]
[dial tone]
Shit, shit.
[receiver clicks]
[doorbell buzzes]
[buzzer hums]
[suspenseful instrumental music]
You're still living out
the Philip Marlowe fantasy.
No one can prove anything.
Don't do this, Malcolm.
[foreboding instrumental music]
Malcolm?
[sirens wailing]
[sirens wailing]
Taxi!
Taxi!
[sinister instrumental music]
[discordant string music]
[sombre instrumental music]
[melancholy instrumental music]
The cause of death of
Malcolm David Iverson
is given as 1-A, laceration
of the wrists, 1-B, drowning.
I find that Malcolm David
Iverson killed himself
while the balance of
his mind was disturbed.
The witnesses in this case
may now leave the court.
[ominous instrumental music]
[footsteps clicking]
[sinister instrumental music]