The Medusa Touch Page #5

I was afraid, to tell anyone.

So I went to the one place

where people who are afraid can go.

Come in, Mr. Morlar.

It is Morlar, is it?

Come in.

It's a little dim in here,

but most of my clients expect it.

The truth is we're nearer the dark ages

than we care to admit.

Sit down by the table, don't be nervous.

I have a very varied clientele.

Young girls who are pregnant,

stockbrokers whose business are failing,

ladies in love with their hairdressers.

We all need to know our destiny.

Just a simple reading you require, or...

Just a simple reading.

Is something wrong?

A simple reading will be fine.

Your hand, please, left hand.

There's been a recent tragedy...

I'm sorry, I'm not feeling...

I suggest

that you go elsewhere.

Coincidence.

Palmistry, I'm surprised at you.

Let's say you are possessed,

where do we go... Church?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps it would be better if we understood

why the child was all you wanted

from your marriage.

If you had met my wife that would be

totally understandable.

It's the first time

you mention your marriage.

We're separated, the one time in my life

when I almost felt

pleasure at what I am.

There you are.

Yes, here I am.

Don't I look ravishing?

What's the occasion? A traffic accident?

I am going to the theatre with Edward.

Edward Parrish,

I'm sure you recognise the face.

Vaguely.

Isn't he the peculiar fellow

who played Jesus with a wig once?

No, it couldn't be,

adultery wouldn't be his game.

Do you mind?

Go right ahead,

I think you may need the drink.

He isn't going to perform for us, is he?

No, but I see you are.

We're performers: me, the dutiful husband,

you, the loving wife.

I can see what Patricia means.

You really don't deserve her.

Nobody deserves Patricia,

She was invested by God to test

our belief in him.

She is a girl of extraordinary

sensitivity and talent.

Patricia was never a girl,

childhood has to do with innocence,

her gift is for prussic acid

and flying on broom sticks.

How did she ever choose you?

Divination.

I suppose daddy's going to finance

your next escapade on film.

I want to marry her.

He's offered that much!

You bastard!

- It was you who wanted to Get married.

- I mistook you For a woman.

You really are as foul as she says.

I have a gift of speaking the truth,

it leaves a strange stench in her nostrils,

something you have in common.

You go too far, dear boy.

I doubt it.

There's only one issue,

are you prepared to let her go?

Let her go?

If I weren't a faintly interested party,

I'd appear for you myself.

To the happiest day.

It is.

Daddy was right.

You aren't capable of producing anything...

...but a vegetable.

Goodbye, my dear husband,

don't expect me back.

I won't.

You know the rest.

An hour later an artificially

sympathetic policeman told me that my wife

and an unidentified male companion

had been killed in a car crash on Baywater.

I can see how, after your baby's death...

I made it happen.

It wasn't like the others where

I knew it would happen.

I made it happen.

Perhaps you wanted it to happen

more than the others,

but you couldn't cause an accident so far.

You wanted it badly,

that's what we must concentrate on.

I made that accident happen.

Inspector, your thinking

has come round to his.

You've given me another suspect to chase,

her father.

But I confess if I were Morlar,

I would be coming to see you too.

Were you able to help him?

I think that was the last time I saw him.

He never returned.

That's all.

I'm sorry we won't have to meet again,

but that is all I have to tell you

about Mr. Morlar.

Thank you, doctor.

Zonfeld is no more than a witch doctor

who conditions doubters

to accept the dung heap.

The planes are keeping me awake at night,

screaming over my head, hour after hour.

Delusions my dear friend.

My skin's black and I keep thinking

I'm different.

Delusions.

When I get behind a wheel,

I have an insane urge to kill.

Delusions, my dear friend, delusions.

Like a ride, Inspector?

English humour?

You're wanted at the hospital.

No more deaths from the Jumbo crush,

everything's back to normal.

The long hairs are planning a protest march

on the Atomic Energy Plant at Windscale.

- the old British public Are calling...

- Stop the car!

Inspector, wait, you can't!

I'm sorry,

but you're coming to the hospital with me.

- I have a patient due in!

- the patient will wait.

I want you to come to the hospital now.

I'm not sure why I called.

Perhaps I just needed someone

to share my astonishment.

Somewhere deep within

what's left of that brain

something is going on.

It's grown stronger almost every hour.

Is he recovering?

We've kept the respirator going,

we've tried to stimulate the heart,

but if it weren't for that, nothing.

- How can That be?

- the brain is complicated.

Ask her.

It begins in blood and flesh

and ends in incomprehensible tangles

of fear, dreams, love...

...will.

That's the ordinary brain.

All I can tell you is

you're looking at a mind

determined not to die.

Why?

Is there something he's trying to tell us?

Maybe he forgot to turn off the gas.

Extraordinary.

You know more about that brain than anyone.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's keeping him alive.

- I apologise.

- That's all right.

It's something I ought to have seen.

Goodbye again, Inspector.

...settlement was reached about

allowances and overtime pay.

Prisoners normal exercise periods

and other privileges which were stopped

during the work to rule

will be restored tomorrow morning.

A mass meeting of the Environmental

group of friends of the Earth

has unanimously approved a plan

to hold a protest march from London

to the Nuclear Power Station at Windscale

as part of their latest campaign

directed at the dangers

of nuclear pollution.

A spokesman for the campaign

said the Atomic Plant and associated

waste materials at Windscale

constituted a threat...

It's simmering.

Are the onions browned?

What now?

Put the onions and bacon in.

Onions and bacon going in.

Then pour in the wine

and have it "bouillee".

What?

Bubble for 2 minutes.

The Dean of Minster Cathedral

has announced that the Queen,

Members of the Cabinet

and representatives of the Commonwealth,

will be among the guests

at a Thanksgiving service

being held to commemorate the completion

of the restoration...

It's amazing how many of those who might

have a grudge against him are dead.

The family of those kids

and that Lovelass, poor old bugger,

got out of the nick,

spent 6 months on the dole,

became a tramp

and was finally knocked flat by a bus.

I want you to check on the father-in-law.

I've discovered he's in property

here and abroad.

She was the only daughter...

Yes, it is.

Flat B, 27 Latimer Gardens.

It's her?

I knew she couldn't drop him like that.

Sh*t! After all that work.

You wait in the kitchen.

- I'm sorry to disturb you.

- Not at all, I was glad to get your call.

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