Hangover Square

Look!

It's old Ogilby's place.

Call the fire department!

Hey, look where

you're going, can't ya?

Here! What's the idea

of walking into me like that?

- Is something the matter, sir?

- Is he drunk?

Are you feeling badly, sir?

No, I'm... I'm all right now.

Thank you.

That... That's blood!

Look! You can see

the fire from here.

Oh, here you are, George.

We were beginning to wonder

what happened to you.

You didn't come home

last night, did you?

Oh, no.

I stayed with some friends.

We found the door open,

so we came in.

How did you get that cut?

I bumped into a man carrying

some baskets a little while ago.

- I'll get something to clean it.

- You sure you're all right?

- Yes, of course.

- Hmm.

Barbara's just been playing me

the opening of your new concerto.

The best work

you've ever done.

I always felt

you were very gifted.

I've been waiting for you

to do something like this.

As you know, in December I have

a series of musical soirees in my house.

Now I'd like to include

a new and modern work.

So, if you can

finish this in time?

Naturally you'll be at the piano.

Well?

- And you'd be conducting, Sir Henry?

- Yes.

I'm enormously complimented.

Of course everything depends

on how you complete it.

You're already established as a musician.

If this concerto is successful...

it could mean international recognition

of all your work.

I'd like to help bring that about.

Thank you, sir.

That's all I have to say.

Put everything else aside, my dear boy.

- Finish it.

- I'm so pleased.

So am I. Good heavens!

I shall be late for the philharmonic.

I think I've just time

to see you home.

- Perhaps George will, if you're late.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

- Good-bye, Father.

- Good-bye!

- Good-bye, sir, and thank you.

- You've been exceedingly kind.

- Not at all.

I don't know how

I shall ever thank you.

There's no need.

Barbara...

I didn't stay

with friends last night.

You mean that

it's happened again?

I don't know where I've been

or what I've done.

I remember having gone out

last evening...

and then nothing more until

I found myself a while ago over in Fulham.

There's the whole day missing.

Did you... do anything this time?

Not that I can recall.

Where could I have got this?

- I'll throw it away.

- No.

I'll keep it.

Read all about the Fulham murder!

A man stabbed to death,

house set afire.

Is he shouting

something about Fulham?

Paperboy!

Yes, sir?

Here you are, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Here you are! Paper! Fulham murder!

Man stabbed to death in Fulham!

Read all about

the Fulham murder!

Fulham.

Isn't that where you were?

Could I have done this?

Oh, no.

Barbara...

something's happened lately.

These moods are getting

deeper and longer.

I mean, 24 hours.

Barbara, I'm going

to Scotland Yard.

- To the police?

- No.

I know of someone there,

a Dr. Middleton.

My own doctor suggested him.

He's very brilliant

with new ideas about the mind.

I think he may be

able to help me.

I've got to go

to see him now.

- If you go, I'll go with you.

- No.

Please, George.

I want to.

All my life I've had

black little moods...

but just for a minute or two.

I've never known anything

like the one I've just had...

and certainly nothing

that's lasted a whole day.

Have you been

working very hard?

He works day and night.

You see, he's writing a concerto,

and I'm sure he wouldn't eat sometimes...

if our housekeeper

didn't send meals across to him.

What I really want to know is...

would I be likely to do anything criminal

during one of these moods?

What makes you ask that?

This man was stabbed.

And when I came to myself...

I found this in my pocket.

There was blood on my coat.

The blood came from the cut

on his head, didn't it?

What do you think

sends you into these moods?

When I'm tense or...

or worked up...

then any discordant sound

seems to do it.

I never remember

anything afterwards...

except that I have

an odd sensation...

like the memory of an ache... here.

He couldn't have done

anything criminal, could he?

We'll determine that very quickly.

I want a specimen of your blood,

if you don't mind.

I'll make some

preliminary tests here...

and then I'll go out to the antique shop

and make a further examination.

- Shall I wait here?

- No, you can go home, Mr. Bone.

I live close to you, and

if everything's all right...

I'll call later and

set your mind at rest.

That would be very kind of you.

We should know all about it

in a couple of hours.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye, Dr. Middleton.

- Good-bye.

Superintendent Clay,

could you spare a moment?

If you have a couple of

plainclothesmen available...

I've just had someone here

I think should be followed...

in connection with

that Fulham case.

I don't think

I can wait any longer.

Well, I'll see you home.

Perhaps Dr. Middleton

will come in the morning.

I wonder what delayed him.

Sometimes these things

take longer than one expects.

I'm sure everything's all right.

Oh, come in, Doctor.

Well, here's your coat,

Mr. Bone.

You can clean the blood off

because it's entirely your own.

Here's your dagger.

I subjected it to every test

known to Scotland Yard.

I examined it chemically for blood stains

and microscopically for fibers.

What did you find?

I found no fibers that matched

the dead man's clothing...

and no trace of his

or anybody else's blood.

Then George had absolutely

nothing to do with the murder.

Well, I didn't say that.

But I can tell you this...

if Mr. Bone had done it,

we wouldn't be able to prove it.

As a matter of fact,

the antique dealer was...

a well-known crook

and dealer in stolen goods.

The official Scotland Yard opinion

is that one of his accomplices did him in...

and then set fire to the house

to conceal his crime.

I was afraid I'd done it.

I had a couple of plainclothesmen

following you, just in case.

I've sent them

back to the Yard.

I've been thinking about

these moods of yours, Mr. Bone.

The mind is a delicate mechanism.

Now, if a man lives

completely within himself...

if he upsets the normal balance

between work and play...

the mind may rebel.

Without conscious knowledge

or volition...

it may cause him to do strange things,

even dangerous things.

Now, that's what I think

is happening to you.

There must be

something one can do.

Yes, there is.

I suggest that you

get away from your music...

as often as you can.

Find some new emotional outlet.

Go out among ordinary,

everyday people.

See how they live,

learn how they work...

and above all,

learn how they play.

But, Dr. Middleton...

music is the most important thing

in the world to me.

No, Mr. Bone.

The most important thing is your life.

Now follow my advice.

- I'll see that he does, Doctor.

- And she will.

- Good night, Mr. Bone.

- Good night, Doctor, and thank you very much.

George, I really should be going.

Perhaps I can see you home.

Thank you, but I live

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