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without lips. They were drowning me.'

I couldn't stop them.

The injection I gave you, with the needle,

- what happened to the voices?

- They stopped.

The drug is called Ephemerol.

It's a scanner-suppressant.

It does nothing

when it's given to ordinary human beings.

When given to a scanner,

it prevents the flow of telepathy.

It stops the voices.

- It can help you.

- How do you know these things?

It's my profession.

This is Mr. Keller.

Will my car be ready this evening?

'Tell us what you did, please, Darryl.'

- 'I drilled a hole in my head.'

- 'Where? '

'It's kind of obvious, isn't it? Right here.'

'Why did you do it, Darryl?

Why did you drill the hole?'

'Too much pressure.

'To lessen pressure.'

'You wanted to let the pressure out? You

wanted to let something out of your head?'

'Listen, I can't get anything past you, can I?'

'You wanted to let something

out of your head?'

- 'Uh-huh.'

- 'What?'

'People.

'The people in my head.

They're from the Devil.'

'You mean the voices?'

'No. All people. Arms, legs, hands.'

'What's that you've put over the hole?'

'It's a door. I put an eye on it so they won't

know it's a door and they can't get back in

- 'cos they'll see the eye, you know...'

- 'Do you think that will fool them? '

'Sure. Sure it will.

- 'I mean, sure it will, you know.'

- 'I mean, if that's the only way...'

'No!

'What do you know?

You don't know nothing, do you?

'You want to see if I can do it again?

Do you? You want to see how I did it?

'Aaaargh!'

- 'Darryl...'

- 'Get your hands off me.

'Get your hands... Get your hands off me!

'Get your hands off me!'

That's me, isn't it?

As you were...

without Ephemerol, without guidance.

Is he still like that?

- Worse.

- How could he be?

At the age of 22,

he was extremely self-destructive.

Now, at the age of 35,

he is simply destructive.

In many ways, Cameron, he is your enemy.

And mine.

But I don't even know him.

He... knows you.

Somehow he was able to gather

a master list

of all the scanners who were ever born.

He has sought them out, one by one,

asked them to join him in an insane crusade

to destroy the society that created him.

And me?

He was looking for you but I found you first.

You can help me.

I don't understand.

All the scanners

who didn't agree to join him were murdered.

These murders represent a loss to mankind

of the most spectacular human beings

that ever walked the face of this planet.

You, Cameron,

and your brothers and sisters,

can bring a glory and a brilliance to our

society that has never been seen before.

We must stop Revok. Now.

ConSec are not ready

to give up their programme.

Paul Ruth... came up with a secret weapon.

What?

Someone you've been looking for, I think.

A scanner. Calls himself Cameron Vale.

I've seen him.

And Ruth knew exactly where to find him.

He's in indoctrination right now.

Can he do anything?

What kind of shape is he in?

He seems to function.

But he's nothing to worry about.

He's weak.

Very weak.

Welcome to our little psychic gymnasium...

...Cameron Vale.

And please meet

yoga master Dieter Tautz.

Mr. Tautz has kindly consented

to be your psychic sparring partner.

He has publicly demonstrated

on many occasions.

By the power of his will,

he can control his heart rate,

his alpha-wave rhythm,

and many other supposedly uncontrollable

functions of the human body.

- Are we ready?

- Just about.

Proceed.

If you'd be kind enough

to sit facing this gentleman here.

I want you...

I want you to slowly release your scan.

Slowly, with focus.

I want it to touch... his heart.

But not his brain. You understand?

Telepathy is not mind-reading.

It is the direct linking

of two nervous systems

separated by space.

I want you to make a link...

from your brain... to his heart.

I want your brain to make his heart...

beat faster.

If his heart beats too quickly,

then he will take over control of his heart...

and slow it down.

Don't worry about him. All you have to do...

is make his heart beat faster.

Fast...

Fast.

Fast.

Fast.

Faster. Faster...

Faster. Faster!

Faster!

Aaargh!

End your scan.

End it!

- Stop him!

- End it!

End it!

You were right, Dr. Ruth.

It was easy.

This man's name is Benjamin Pierce.

These photographs were taken in a prison

for the criminally insane.

There's another one.

This is a plaster cast of him

at present on display

in the Crostic Art Gallery

He's our only lead.

A known scanner who may or may not

be part of Revok's underground.

Why was he in prison?

He tried to kill his entire family.

His father, his sister,

mother.

At the age of ten. That was in 1958.

A few years later, he was released.

They say here...

"Rehabilitation through art."

The man has incredible power, doesn't he?

Power?

Oh, yes, he does.

I'm Arno Crostic.

I'm pleased you came to my gallery.

Are you an aficionado of Benjamin Pierce?

I'm interested in buying this piece

for my apartment in Paris.

- Yes?

- I don't think it'll work out

unless I can get to meet the artist first.

I'm afraid, no.

I hope it won't prejudice you

against acquiring this piece

but I would lose Benjamin Pierce for good

if I even approached him with the idea.

You see, it's part of our agreement.

He will not meet his public.

Maybe you could just tell me where he lives.

Then I could approach him myself

and you wouldn't be involved.

I'm afraid I can't.

Then maybe you could just

think about where he lives.

Excuse me.

I'm suddenly... feeling ill.

Arno, what's the matter?

- Are you OK?

- I will be all right.

Let me take you back to your office.

You've got to lie down.

That's it, take my arm. I'll help you.

Benjamin Pierce?

Why don't you leave me alone?

I need some help.

You're the only one that could give it to me.

Is that right?

- Me?

- Yes.

Then I think you're in big trouble, chum.

I've heard you know

a man named Darryl Revok.

Who are you?

I was told

you were coming to pay me a visit, Mr. Vale.

How did you know that?

How did I know that? Well...

I have friends.

I don't want them...

but I have them.

Scanner friends?

What do you mean by that?

I'm one of you.

- You're one of me.

- Yes.

You know what I think?

I think you'd better tell me

what you really want.

It's the voices in my head.

They're driving me crazy.

How do you stop them, your voices?

My art.

My art keeps me sane.

My art...

Sane...

I don't have anything like this.

That's why I have to find Darryl Revok.

You,

my friend...

are a liar.

- Get out!

- Look...

I'm not leaving until you tell me

where I can find Darryl Revok.

No?

All right. Well, then, I'll get out.

Aaaargh!

Aaargh!

Ow!

No!

'The eye of Revok...

The eye of Revok...

'They're zombies, robots, killers...

'They'll turn me into a zombie...'

'There are others...

'Other scanners...

'Kill Obrist... Kill Obrist...'

Good evening, sir. Can I help you?

Are there any messages for me?

- Your name, sir?

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