(Growling)
(Screaming)
(Italian spoken)
(Distant laughing)
(Man) He's a SPY-
(Child's voice) Please let me go.
(Growling)
(Gentle orchestral music)
(Growling)
(Music intensifies)
(Growling)
(Sudden fierce growling)
(Music grows louder)
(Birdsong)
(Camera clicks)
(Gentle orchestral music)
(Water dripping)
(Sudden whistling sound)
(Music grows louder)
(Gasps)
Did I frighten you?
- Just a little. - I'm sorry.
I saw your gear there and so I knew you weren't far off.
Let me give you some advice.
Don't go down there anymore.
Why not?
My grandfather told me when I was a lad
the dead like to be left alone.
They're not very hospitable.
I didn't think policemen were superstitious.
Perhaps in London they aren't, but in a village like ours...
- Good day, Miss! - Bye.
Hey!
(Birdsong)
(Sound of boat engine)
(Man) Tie her up, John.
I know where we can go.
- There you go, Mother. - Thank you.
- We picked a nice day for it. - Yes.
(Sound of boat engine)
- Come on. - ls it all right?
Nobody will bother us here. It's perfect.
- Are you sure it's all right, Stan? - Yes, of course it is.
(Growling)
- It even has a camp bed. - What a funny smell!
I don't think I like it.
It's an airtight room. They use it for storing sails or something.
Not bad, is it? Belongs to the chap who runs the boathouse.
Only comes here from time to time.
Nobody will disturb us here.
- N0, I don't like it. - Come on, Maureen. Don't be silly.
(Door locks)
- There aren't any windows. - All the better.
Anyway, it's air-conditioned.
Oh, Stan.
(Mysterious music)
You'll need this to run away. Come on, give us a kiss.
(Mysterious music continues)
(Growling)
(Sudden growling)
Vvhathappened?
- I'm scared. - Scared of what?
We're alone! The d00r's locked. Look, I'll find you the key.
- Hey, did you take it? - N0.
The key's disappeared!
Can't have walked off by itself. Must be here somewhere.
The griddle's broken.
The air conditioning is not working. Please find the key. I'm frightened, Stan!
(Struggles)
(Agitated) Somebody let us out of here! Please, help us!
Stan! Look.
God, somebody wants to kill us!
(Clock ticking)
(Clock chimes)
N0, wait a minute. I must go and check on Maureen.
She should be asleep.
(Clock ticking)
(Creaking)
(Mysterious music)
I'm trying to reach you. I'm a friend.
You can trust me. Speak to me, my friend.
(Music intensifies)
(Music grows louder)
(Music stops)
(Doorbell rings)
- Yes? - There's not a sign of Maureen.
We searched all night. Stan's disappeared too.
They've run off together.
Let's hope so, Mrs Grayson.
Let's hope they went off together.
(Mysterious music)
(Groans)
(Sound of motorbike)
You were well over the limit, there.
Is this the way you welcome strangers to your village?
N0, sir, only when they exceed the speed limit.
I understand.
It was you people who asked me down here.
I'm Gorley.
- Inspector Gorley from Scotland Yard. - Sergeant Wilson, sir.
The police station's over there.
I was the one who phoned the Yard asking for help.
These two young people have disappeared.
I really don't know if they haven't just eloped.
Could have been worse. Could have been a case of chicken rustling.
She's not a local girl, sir. She's an American.
She's come here to take photographs of the ruins.
I'd like to see them.
- The ruins, sir? - The photographs.
Excuse me, sir. Now, about the fine.
Will you pay it now or shall I send it to Scotland Yard?
(LaUghs)
It wasn't the first time I kept an eye on him.
Last night there he was at the cemetery.
You actually heard him talking to the dead?
Well, I couldn't actually hear him.
But I could see what he was doing.
God knows what you're capable of seeing when you've had a few.
Itell you I did. I saw him.
(Background chatter)
He's got this tape.
Tape recorder.
I'd like to meet this man.
He's called Miles.
Madam, he's a queer one, is Miles. I'm telling you.
A bit mad, I'd say.
You'd do well to keep away from him.
Yes, I lost it.
What do you want to know?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
Why did you bring it back?
- You aren't from the village. - N0.
I suppose they told you a lot of nonsense about Robert Miles.
Well, they say you communicate with the dead.
Scarcely unusual. Any medium does that.
Why do it secretly? What are you afraid of?
Because of the stupidity of these people.
Their ignorance makes me behave like a bloody grave robber.
Perhaps we've all possibilities within ourselves we are not aware of.
Powers we ourselves don't understand.
Maybe we don't want to, because we're terrified.
I have such powers and I'm not terrified.
You see death is not the end of everything.
Just the beginning of a newjourney.
I want to speak with them to find out.
What will you do once you do find out?
I'm not sure. I know the power of the senses.
What it means to see, hear, touch.
Must my mind be limited to that?
Can it not reach out for something else?
But there are limits, barriers.
Perhaps not.
We set up those barriers in self-defence.
You frighten me.
I do? Oh, I'd be very disappointed if I thought you were superstitious.
N0, I'm just afraid you won't know when to stop.
You're a lovely girl, Jill.
Your hands are gentle and soft.
Your eyes are clear and deep.
I like to look into them.
When I speak to you, you can't move away.
I could command you to do anything.
And you would act without being aware.
Your will incapable.
Obeying only my mind.
(Music indicating suspense)
(Music grows louder)
(Growling)
(Fierce growling)
(Screaming)
(Trembling)
He attacked you.
He does, whenever he can.
Why on earth do you keep him?
We need each other.
Oh, don't try to understand. We are bound together by hatred.
He wants to kill me.
But he's only a cat.
A cat that sooner or later will kill me.
But there's nothing I can do to prevent it.
(Soft growling)
(Mysterious music)
Hm. There goes one of the better customers.
Yeah.
(Door slams)
(Sudden growling)
(Music indicating suspense)
(Troubled meow)
(Soft growling)
(Music indicating suspense)
(Music intensifies)
(Troubled meow)
(Door slams)
(Creaking)
(Growling)
(Door creaking)
(Growling)
(Music intensifies)
(Fierce growling)
(Screaming)
(Doorbell rings)
Who is it?
Inspector Gorley. I need your help.
Good morning. I'm sorry to drag you out of bed like this
but I'm afraid it's pretty important.
- What's happened? - There's been an accident.
I understand that you're the only photographer this village has to offer.
I need some photographs before I can move the body.
Who is it?
He was unbelievably drunk.
(Background chatter)
He must have got lost in the dark up there, then fallen.
(Music indicating suspense)
(Cat shrieking)
(Male voice) Let us pass over.
(indistinct voices)
(Child's voice) Please let me go.
(Bell ringing)
(indistinct female voice)
(Distant muffled scream)
What do you want now?
I need your help.
You're the only person who can help me find my daughter.
I can't help you.
Miles, please. I'll come back to you if you want.
I'll do anything.
That was so long ago. We can't go back in time.
Have you an object belonging to Maureen?
(Music indicating suspense)
White. Rushing.
Light.
Running water.
Green grass.
Trees.
Dark.
T00 dark. T00 dark.
(Groans)
Open the door.
The key. You must find the key.
Find the key.
The tarp is wet.
Help me, please. Help me!
Please, please, please! Help me!
I think I know.
I know where she is.
(Sound of boat engine)
I always kept the key there. I thought it was a secret.
Only me and Stan knew about it.
We'll have to try and break the door down.
OK, Sergeant. Try not to make too much mess.
The tarp... The tarpaulin.
(Music indicating suspense)
The current's been cut off.
Yeah, that's it. Where'd you find it?
Urgh!
(Screaming)
Yes.
I'll come right away.
Look. The room's sealed.
Come along, Madam. N0 point staying here.
OK, one over here and one over there while you're at it.
Mr Miles, thank you for coming.
Have you seen this place before?
I've seen it, so to speak.
But I've not been here, if that's what you mean.
Oh, yes, of course. You're supposed to have supernatural powers.
You don't seem very convinced.
Mr Miles, a policeman likes to have more practical, realistic evidence.
D0 you suspect me? Well, say so frankly if you do.
Mr Miles, I would suspect you,
if I thought you were small enough to pass through that grill.
I don't understand.
The lab tells us that the door was locked from the inside.
S0 they must have locked themselves in before turning off the ventilator.
This grill was the only way anyone could leave with the key
without unlocking that door.
Suicide, then?
We didn't find the key inside.
We found it outside.
Sitting on one of the boats on a tarpaulin.
(Muffled cries)
Maureen!
(Music indicating suspense)
(Faint growling)
(Music intensifies)
(Sudden growling)
(Smashing)
(Coughing)
(Burning)
(Clattering)
(Cries)
(Screams)
(Loud screams)
(Phone rings)
Yes... Speaking.
Jill, yes, of course I remember you.
What photographs?
Yes. Whenever you wish.
Now, if you like.
Fine, I'll wait for you.
For you it's a theory.
For me it's a certainty.
But they'll think we're crazy if we say it's a cat.
But we're not crazy.
In the case of the two kids it was the cat also.
Maureen and Stan?
Yes. He brought the key through the air-conditioning conduit.
That's absurd.
He would have to have thought it out. You can't seriously think that.
If he was human, we'd hang him.
But he's only a cat.
What you're saying is impossible.
You brought... these photographs.
(Door closes)
(Mysterious music)
(Music continues)
(Muffled cries)
(Sudden wail)
(Smashing)
(Screaming)
(Music intensifies)
(Frenzied music)
(Wind howling)
(Music stops)
(Screams loudly)
(Clattering then silence)
(Creaking)
(Sudden burst of music)
(Burning)
(Music indicating suspense)
Two deaths in the same family. The plot thickens.
What do you mean?
The daughter's death was an accident which we haven't managed to explain.
Don't forget that business about the key and how it turned up on the boat.
Then there was that drunk, Ferguson, who turned himself into shish kebab.
- There was Foreman too. - Who's he?
Before you arrived, he was killed in a road accident
on a perfectly straight dry road.
He drove into a parked car at full speed.
An epidemic of accidents. And all of them pretty weird.
Not bad...
...f0r a beginner.
I'm not exactly a beginner.
I happen to make my living as a photographer.
Yes, I know. I mean I hope you're a beginner at photographing corpses.
Yes, I am. This is my very first time.
Inspector, the autopsy reports have arrived. The ones on those two kids.
Looks like, um... hair.
A cat's fur, to be precise. A black cat's fur.
- Did you find it in the air conditioner? - Yes, miss. That's exactly where it was.
What do you know about this?
Look.
That's funny.
I must have left them at home.
Did you hear anything special that night?
- I heard Ferguson scream when he fell. - That's all?
Then he got spiked, didn't he?
Did you hear a fight or a quarrel?
There's no one to quarrel with. N0 one comes in here during the night.
There's only me. Oh, and Violet and a couple of cats.
- I thought, um... - What have you thought?
Nothing, nothing.
Thanks very much. You've been a great help.
(Growling)
Sorry. Getting you out of bed is becoming a habit. Were you asleep?
Not yet. Come in.
What's the matter?
You haven't gotten me out of bed just to look at me.
Well, I think it's a good idea.
Well, I hope you've got a better one.
Better, but not so good.
I need some more information on your theories about cats.
Not cats... One cat.
All right, one cat. Or rather, a killer cat.
Would this cat have anything to do with Mr Miles.
Or am I mistaken?
You might not be.
You know Mr Miles, then?
Everybody knows him.
And you know what the people in the village say about him?
I might know more than that.
(indistinct voices)
(Growling)
After everything I've told you,
you still don't believe in the supernatural?
You mean witchcraft? N0.
A cat is still a cat.
A cat doesn't come through a grill, blow a fuse and steal a key.
It can't turn off an air ventilator.
And how does a cat set fire to Mrs Grayson's house?
What if the cat's only an instrument?
What if his mind is being dominated by another mind?
By a human mind.
N0, it's completely mad.
I know it's mad, but it's the only way we can explain all those crimes.
D0 you expect me to go to London and tell them all this?
I know what my boss Larry Flynn would have to say.
Haven't been off the bottle since I've down here.
Maybe he wouldn't say that if you drank a little bit less.
Well, every man to his own folly.
I'm sure you're a better person than you want me to believe.
Not if you knew what I was thinking.
It's not hard to imagine.
(Mysterious music)
(Growling)
(Music grows louder)
You will no longer obey me.
There's no way I can control it.
He has cheated death itself.
(Growling)
(Mysterious music continues)
(Sudden growling)
(Sudden fierce growling)
(Music grows more intense)
(Fierce growling)
(Growling)
(Fierce growling)
N0.
(Car brakes screeching)
(Shouting) N0, I didn't want that.
It shouldn't have happened.
How many times do I have to tell you?
If he wasn't drunk he was trying to get himself killed.
There was no way could avoid him. He suddenly lurched towards my car.
May I ask you something?
Did he act as if he were being commanded?
Commended?
Excuse me.
You said before that his movements were like those of a robot.
Yes, like a robot.
Was there a cat there?
- A cat? - Yes, a black cat on the sidewalk.
Before he ran out in front of your car.
I can't think why we should be worrying about a cat.
Please try and remember.
It's actually very important.
A black cat. It was rather dark.
(Phone rings)
Yes? Oh, yes.
Right, sir.
Inspector Flynn has already left London. He should be here in an hour or so.
(Bell ringing)
You knew.
You should have stopped him.
Maybe you're right. Come with me.
I buried him here.
What about last night?
He's dead, I tell you. Nothing more can happen.
- And what about Inspector Gorley? - An accident.
Nothing more than an accident.
(Gentle music)
(Music intensifies)
(Music continues)
(Male voice) You're a spy... a spy...
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
(Child's voice) I want to be happy again.
(Bell chiming)
(Laughing)
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
(Child singing in French) Sur le pont d'Avignon
On y danse, on y danse...
(Screaming)
(Clattering of door)
(Gasps)
(Growling)
(Music indicating suspense)
(Camera clicks)
(Growling)
(Growling grows louder)
(Music intensifies)
(Sudden fierce growling)
You lied to me.
One is not always free to tell the truth.
The cat simply decided to live. I didn't succeed in killing it.
- He's responsible for all those deaths. - I know.
But it couldn't have acted alone.
Cats take orders from no-one.
Not normal orders.
But you yourself said the human mind has possibilities we aren't aware of.
G0 on.
You're the killer, Miles.
You have extraordinary powers.
The cat was only an instrument.
Just one of your victims.
You entered his mind
and took control of his will.
You forced him to obey you.
- You forced him to kill. - N0.
I haven't wanted to kill.
The beast just understood my supressed hatred,
and... people's failure to understand.
The frustration of the solitude I was forced into.
They forced me to obey the evil side of my nature.
That evil that exists in all of us.
When I understood that, I decided to kill him to suppress the evil.
- But he's still alive. - Yes, he's still alive.
He has beaten me. He's stronger than me now.
He has destroyed my will.
He is the evil one. He doesn't have to hide in the shadows.
Now I do whatever he wants.
It's he who dominates me now.
(Short scream)
(Bats shrieking)
(Screams)
(Screams continue)
(Birdsong)
She's not at home. Plus no-one's seen her around the village.
(Mysterious music)
(Music intensifies)
(Quiet groans)
- Looks like she's flown the coop. - I thought she was such a tidy girl.
Strange she should leave without a word.
Sheer terror, I imagine.
She even believed that mad story she told us.
These must be some of the photographs she was working on.
The ruins is why she came here in the first place.
And yet she left them behind.
Look, sir. There are hundreds of them.
If you ask me, she wasn't running away.
She wouldn't have left work like this behind.
(Discordant musical notes)
(Mysterious music)
Hypnotised by a cat? Are you mad, Gorley?
That's why I preferred you to think I was drunk.
Are you sure you're not now?
Yep.
Help me get dressed.
- You're in no condition... - Oh, belt up.
If she's looking for a pussy cat, she's got problems.
(Mysterious music)
(Quiet groans)
(Music intensifies)
(Bell rings)
Good evening, Mr Miles. Inspector Flynn would like a few words with you.
Of course.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
I'm Inspector Gorley. We've met before, remember?
But you've been hurt.
Only hurt, Mr Miles.
We'd like to know whether Miss Jill Trevers has been here today.
Oh, Jill? Yes, she has been here today, to say goodbye.
She decided to return to London.
We doubt that.
We think she came here looking for something.
And that is?
To see if your cat is still alive.
Don't be silly.
Why would Jill be interested in a cat?
Not a cat... Your cat.
My cat is dead, Inspector.
You don't mind if we take a look around?
You are not looking for a cat, you're looking for Jill.
She's not here.
Look where you choose.
Excuse us.
(Footsteps)
N0 luck.
(Cat meows)
(Cat meows grow louder)
(Cat meows continue)
(Sudden shriek)
N0.
I didn't want...
I didn't want to kill.
I was forced to by this diabolical beast.
He has had his revenge on me.
He always hated me.
And now he has won.
(Music intensifies)
(Fierce growling)
(Theme music)