The Medusa Touch Page #3

he could've pasted in the moon shot.

There's no end to disaster, Sergeant.

Whenever he died,

there'd always be another.

- So what's the point?

- I don't know.

I thought you'd come up with some idea.

His death will be a disaster.

Perhaps he wanted to get into the book too.

Not bad, perhaps.

Get Rogers to send the rest of the journals

to my place.

With those and his novels

I have a lot of reading to do.

- How Did It go with the psychiatrist?

- I'm seeing her again.

Now.

At least I'm getting an idea

of what the man was like.

- Her?

- Yes, "her".

Not your type.

I want to be all the help I can to you,

but I've been through my notes on

Mr. Morlar and I can't find anything

that would prompt someone to assault him.

And tonight is very important to me.

I will be brief.

Do you know who "L" might be?

In his journal he has written:

"No sign of L".

Does that mean anything to you?

No, he never referred to anyone that way.

He seemed fixated on disasters.

Could any of the other incidents Morlar

felt responsible for

be called disasters?

One of them could be described that way.

- were there any deaths involved?

- Yes, a few.

A few.

Was Morlar blamed for any of them?

Yes, he was under suspicion.

May I take my coat off?

Parsons.

Since your first name is Walter

and your father is an expert in finance,

perhaps you'd care to contribute.

The First Crusade in...

I have given you a clue.

As the exquisite torture went on,

I chose to watch the scarlet leaves

being tossed by the autumn wind.

I took myself out of the arena.

Sit down, for God's sake,

you make me quite ill with your retchings.

Retention of the facts that is...

Can we assume that you are with us

in body if not in spirit?

Yes, sir.

- What is That supposed to mean?

- That your assumption is correct.

I was watching the leaves.

Get to your feet.

Are you trying to make a fool of me?

I'm sure one can only

a fool of himself, Mr. Copley.

Silence!

Very interesting.

It appears we have a philosopher

watching the leaves.

I'll assist you in your philosophic bent.

After chapel you'll go out into the grounds

and you will pick up exactly 1149 leaves,

which number, as you know,

is the terminating date

of the Second Crusade.

Then you'll bring those leaves to my study

and we will count them

and if I find one leaf more or less,

I will trash you, Morlar.

I will trash you so that you'll remember it

for the rest of your life.

Out of my way!

Your leaves, sir... 1149.

This won't do, Morlar.

These leaves are wet,

I can't have them soiling my carpet.

- go and dry them.

- Yes, sir.

How dare you look at me like that?

Get out.

Get out!

One master and 4 boys

died in the fire.

The master was the one who had made him?

At the inquest the whole story came out.

He admitted he left the furnace door open.

That was seen as the cause of the fire.

No one believed it was deliberate.

- he was exonerated of all blame.

- Even by the parents of the boys?

I don't know.

You've given me my first lead.

- I'm grateful.

- I'm glad I could be of some help.

What did Morlar feel?

When I looked Copley in the doorway,

I knew he was going to die.

What about the 4 boys?

They're one of the reasons I'm here.

- Did you set the fire?

- I didn't set fire to my school.

I did not touch my father's car.

Therefore?

Therefore must be something else.

Was there something else?

What else could there be?

That's right, the south of Kent.

I would like you to get the names

of the boys who died.

I would like a biography of their families.

Who's living, what they're doing, when...

I know, it's late Sergeant.

May I suggest you start

tomorrow morning early.

L today.

They blast off tomorrow.

One of them said:

"I'm just an ordinary fella doing a job"

and other finger-licking nausea.

They are worried about cracks

in the West Front.

We shall see.

Coming.

Telekinesis.

Sergeant Duff, come in.

I think I have found something.

So have I.

Two of the neighbours say Pennington felt

Morlar was responsible

for his wife's death.

- How Did she die?

- Apparently a suicide.

Morlar did have the habit of making himself

responsible for such things.

That one Pennington,

would he have the nerve to kill?

Maybe if you loved your wife enough.

Neighbours. People should mind

their own business.

- They were trying to help.

- They weren't trying to help me.

I hated him, I never tried to kill him.

Of course, but the more we learn about him,

the easier it will be to find who did it.

He'd deserve to get away with it.

You ever see Morlar's eyes?

A man can't be done in because of his eyes.

Maybe some should, the Church says

they're demons in some people.

And there are.

My Grace would be alive today,

if it hadn't been for him.

- he killed Her?

- He didn't take a gun to her.

There are more ways of killing a cat.

What exactly did he do, Mr. Pennington?

It was because of the fish.

Fish?

How can you pay money for something

that's diseased and rotten like that.

I looked it over carefully.

It's not rotten, it's the light in here.

The light has nothing to do with it.

It is foul, look at that colour,

it's most disgusting.

- Fishes look like that when they're dead.

- I'd like to know what that fish died of.

It's probably full of mercury and lead

and every poison in the sea.

It died like any other fish,

I'll make a little parsley sauce.

If you want to poison me,

don't try to disguise it.

I'm not trying to poison you, it's good,

The fishmonger won't...

The fishmonger... he sees

you coming, you fool.

I won't eat it

until you eat it first.

All right.

For heaven's sake, stop panicking,

we'll eat something else.

I planned this meal all day

and you bring something full of infection.

I don't know how I can go on.

Keep your voice down.

How can I? The TV is screaming!

You worry more about the neighbours

than about me.

I don't. I've wrapped the bloody fish up

and thrown it away.

Now take a pill and calm down.

Take a pill.

God, you and that Doctor!

I just don't know why I go on,

I just don't know why.

I'll open a tin of ravioli,

it'll be all right.

I'd rather die

and get it over with before you kill me.

- Stop talking like that.

- You wouldn't care, nobody cares.

- I've a good mind to jump.

- For God's sake woman, jump.

- was Morlar always a writer?

- No, he began as a lawyer.

Poor devil.

I glance through the paper every day

to see whether he's still with us.

- A medical wonder, they say.

- he has a great will to survive.

There we are, life and death,

damn funny things.

What do I know about him?

He was my junior for a time.

Just another ordinary young hack buck

trying to make his way to an odd guinea.

Never had a great deal to do with him,

little in common.

Not even the law.

Heart wasn't in it

and that's death in any profession.

He married not wisely,

but too well connected,

that probably didn't help.

What kind of person was he?

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