Schizo Page #4

Night-night.

Hey, hey, Beth--

Oh, now, come on, off you go.

Hello, Alan.

Is she hiding here somewhere?

Samantha, you mean?

No.

No, I mean Elizabeth Taylor.

Samantha's just left.

Oh.

You must find this very useful.

Look, I know you've both

been very busy just recently

but you should find more time to talk

to each other, you know.

I can't talk to her, Leonard,

if she's around here, can I?

You don't know what to say to that, do you?

Well, to be honest, I don't.

And it was rather a stupid remark.

Sh*t.

Look, perhaps we ought to meet again

when you're sober, hmm?

Well, perhaps you ought

to leave my wife alone.

I mean it, Leonard,

leave her alone or you'll regret it, clear?

I don't think there's much point

in pursuing this.

Okay.

We'll play it your way.

(door shuts)

(sighs)

(bell tolling time in the distance)

(starts engine)

(r&b playing on radio)

(music continues)

(gasping and gurgling)

(music continues playing)

(car door opens and closes)

(engines revving, horns honking)

(gasps)

(sighs)

Where have you been?

Had a drink.

Not looking for me?

No.

I shouldn't have walked out

like that, I'm really sorry,

but things just got on top of me.

I just had to get out.

I'm all right now, though.

(sighs)

So am I.

(man snoring)

Morning.

Just 'round the corner.

What?

This murder.

Yes, I knew him.

Good heavens.

I must have been one of the

last people to see him alive.

Dr. Hawthorne.

Well, of course he's been here, hasn't he?

Mm.

I must have told him

more than I ever told anyone.

Even Alan.

Have you been to the police?

Oh yes, I just rang them.

He said it doesn't matter.

They've got the man who did it.

Oh, who was it?

It was one of his patients,

Um-- Johnson or Stevens or something.

I was there when he threatened him.

Odd, I just thought

something like this might happen.

What is this?

The Psychic Brotherhood.

My daughter's the president.

I wish you'd come to one of our meetings.

At first I thought that he might leave her.

Well, I used to pretend to myself.

Well, we all know what he was like.

(sobs)

One thing I'll give him,

he didn't bullshit me.

Beth, you don't want to stay

in that flat on your own.

Why don't you come over

to our place for a while?

No.

It'd be good for Sam, too.

I don't want to bother you.

There, there.

(crying)

(door creaking)

Oh, you finished quickly today.

I have a meeting of the Brotherhood at 12.

Oh.

That wasn't here yesterday, was it?

No-- don't really know where it came from.

But it's your mother, isn't it?

Yes, yes, it is.

It must have been

at the bottom of the trunk

and I'd forgotten about it.

She would be upset if she knew.

I'll call for you at about 7:00 then.

Okay.

I'm glad you decided to come.

You won't be disappointed.

Quite looking forward to it, really.

Buh-bye. Bye.

(door shuts)

(indistinct broadcast fading in)

(glass breaking)

(man) --Mr. James Sillers,

the MP for South Ayrshire

and Mr. John Robinson, MP for Paisley.

They formed the breakaway

Scottish Labour Party last year,

but since then they've voted

with the government

in almost all important divisions.

But now they say the government

would be ill-advised

to count automatically on

their support in the future.

(man continues indistinctly )

(gasps)

(locks door)

Hello, police, please.

Quickly, for God's sake.

Hello, yes,10 St. Anne's Lane, NW3.

I'm on my own here,

please try and hur-- (gasps)

(screaming)

No, no, no--

(gasping and moaning)

(knocking at the window)

(banging at door)

(banging continues)

(banging continues)

You all right? Yeah.

Is he still here?

I think, uh--Up there?

Mm-hmm.

Is there a basement? Yeah.

'Round the back.

There's no one up here, love.

In the bathroom?

I looked.

But on the floor, the blood.

Would you like to come up?

It's all right.

Is this what you meant?

No-- no, that's not what I meant.

Nothing outside, Sarge.

I don't think there's anything else

we need to know.

Well, I'm very sorry about all this.

Nothing to be sorry about, sir.

We're glad your wife called us.

This is the sixth or seventh

report we've had

of a Peeping Tomin this area.

Yes, well, there's more to it

than that, isn't there?

Sam was going on about blood

or something, wasn't she?

I didn't understand.

Yes, well, it affects people

in different ways.

I'm sorry?

Under stress, they imagine things.

I shouldn't worry.

We'll see ourselves out.

The minute you see anyone

hanging around the house,

you call me, day or night.

Yes, I will.

God--

What is going on 'round here?

Everything's going crazy.

Alan, whatever happens,

you mustn't cancel

your honeymoon a second time.

I'm not going to.

What made you bring that up?

Sam needs to get away.

Oh, don't we both?

Alan, she's building up a fantasy

about a man who's following her,

someone called Haskin.

Come and tell me.

(Beth) Yes?

How's things?

Okay.

I'm really glad you're here, Beth.

So am I, thank you.

Look, I found this picture.

It is a bit old but it'll do.

What are you talking about?

Well, this is Haskin.

He's bound to come again and when he does

I want you to be able to recognize him.

Then you'll know I'm telling the truth.

Sam, I believe you, we all do.

There was someone here today,

but it was a Peeping Tom, not Haskin.

Oh, Beth--

Beth, I have seen his face.

(sighs)

(doorbell ringing)

It's all right, it's for me.

I'll only be an hour or so.

Okay.

Bye.

Hello.

I was afraid I'd be late.

Bye.

Where are you going?

The Psychic Brotherhood--all are welcome.

(laughs)

I don't think so, Mrs. Wallace.

What?

I'm going to a sance, Beth.

Why?

Because I was invited.

Goodbye.

(thunder rumbling)

I think it's about to rain, Mrs. Falconer.

Yes.

Just wait there for a moment.

Mrs. Falconer?

This is my daughter Joy.

How do you do?

Hello.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, thank you.

It's fourpence.

Would you like a biscuit?

How much are they?

Oh, they're free.

I see.

(thunder rumbling)

I know we have a number

of new friends with us tonight

and so for their benefit

I would like to introduce my daughter Joy,

the founder member

of the Psychic Brotherhood.

A young woman who with the

help of her great Indian guide,

Suta Marcus,

has brought happiness

and reassurance to so many of us.

On the death of the physical body,

the human spirit remains alive

and moves on into one or another

of the considerable range of worlds.

Since the spirit has not died,

but exists with full

and even expanded consciousness,

it is possible for it

to make its presence known

to the beings it has temporally

left behind on Earth.

Suta Marcus is here.

He has agreed to act as our guide again.

Suta Marcus, could I speak

to my husband again, please?

You took him away last week

before I'd finished talking to him.

Your husband is with us.

Well, Harry, you know this,

I've lost my wedding ring

and you know how much it means to me

now that you're not here.

Well, I wondered,

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