The Black Cat (Gatto nero) (Black Cat: Gatto nero)

He's a SPY-

Please let me go.

Did I frighten you?

- Just a little. - I'm sorry.

I saw your gear there and so I knew you weren't far off.

Let me give you some advice.

Don't go down there anymore.

Why not?

My grandfather told me when I was a lad

the dead like to be left alone.

They're not very hospitable.

I didn't think policemen were superstitious.

Perhaps in London they aren't, but in a village like ours...

- Good day, Miss! - Bye.

Hey!

Tie her up, John.

I know where we can go.

- There you go, Mother. - Thank you.

- We picked a nice day for it. - Yes.

- Come on. - ls it all right?

Nobody will bother us here. It's perfect.

- Are you sure it's all right, Stan? - Yes, of course it is.

- It even has a camp bed. - What a funny smell!

I don't think I like it.

It's an airtight room. They use it for storing sails or something.

Not bad, is it? Belongs to the chap who runs the boathouse.

Only comes here from time to time.

Nobody will disturb us here.

- N0, I don't like it. - Come on, Maureen. Don't be silly.

- There aren't any windows. - All the better.

Anyway, it's air-conditioned.

Oh, Stan.

You'll need this to run away. Come on, give us a kiss.

Vvhathappened?

- I'm scared. - Scared of what?

We're alone! The d00r's locked. Look, I'll find you the key.

- Hey, did you take it? - N0.

The key's disappeared!

Can't have walked off by itself. Must be here somewhere.

The griddle's broken.

The air conditioning is not working. Please find the key. I'm frightened, Stan!

Somebody let us out of here! Please, help us!

Stan! Look.

God, somebody wants to kill us!

N0, wait a minute. I must go and check on Maureen.

She should be asleep.

I'm trying to reach you. I'm a friend.

You can trust me. Speak to me, my friend.

- Yes? - There's not a sign of Maureen.

We searched all night. Stan's disappeared too.

They've run off together.

Let's hope so, Mrs Grayson.

Let's hope they went off together.

You were well over the limit, there.

Is this the way you welcome strangers to your village?

N0, sir, only when they exceed the speed limit.

I understand.

It was you people who asked me down here.

I'm Gorley.

- Inspector Gorley from Scotland Yard. - Sergeant Wilson, sir.

The police station's over there.

I was the one who phoned the Yard asking for help.

These two young people have disappeared.

I really don't know if they haven't just eloped.

Could have been worse. Could have been a case of chicken rustling.

She's not a local girl, sir. She's an American.

She's come here to take photographs of the ruins.

I'd like to see them.

- The ruins, sir? - The photographs.

Excuse me, sir. Now, about the fine.

Will you pay it now or shall I send it to Scotland Yard?

It wasn't the first time I kept an eye on him.

Last night there he was at the cemetery.

You actually heard him talking to the dead?

Well, I couldn't actually hear him.

But I could see what he was doing.

God knows what you're capable of seeing when you've had a few.

Itell you I did. I saw him.

He's got this tape.

Tape recorder.

I'd like to meet this man.

He's called Miles.

Madam, he's a queer one, is Miles. I'm telling you.

A bit mad, I'd say.

You'd do well to keep away from him.

Yes, I lost it.

What do you want to know?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

Why did you bring it back?

- You aren't from the village. - N0.

I suppose they told you a lot of nonsense about Robert Miles.

Well, they say you communicate with the dead.

Scarcely unusual. Any medium does that.

Why do it secretly? What are you afraid of?

Because of the stupidity of these people.

Their ignorance makes me behave like a bloody grave robber.

Perhaps we've all possibilities within ourselves we are not aware of.

Powers we ourselves don't understand.

Maybe we don't want to, because we're terrified.

I have such powers and I'm not terrified.

You see death is not the end of everything.

Just the beginning of a newjourney.

I want to speak with them to find out.

What will you do once you do find out?

I'm not sure. I know the power of the senses.

What it means to see, hear, touch.

Must my mind be limited to that?

Can it not reach out for something else?

But there are limits, barriers.

Perhaps not.

We set up those barriers in self-defence.

You frighten me.

I do? Oh, I'd be very disappointed if I thought you were superstitious.

N0, I'm just afraid you won't know when to stop.

You're a lovely girl, Jill.

Your hands are gentle and soft.

Your eyes are clear and deep.

I like to look into them.

When I speak to you, you can't move away.

I could command you to do anything.

And you would act without being aware.

Your will incapable.

Obeying only my mind.

He attacked you.

He does, whenever he can.

Why on earth do you keep him?

We need each other.

Oh, don't try to understand. We are bound together by hatred.

He wants to kill me.

But he's only a cat.

A cat that sooner or later will kill me.

But there's nothing I can do to prevent it.

Hm. There goes one of the better customers.

Yeah.

Who is it?

Inspector Gorley. I need your help.

Good morning. I'm sorry to drag you out of bed like this

but I'm afraid it's pretty important.

- What's happened? - There's been an accident.

I understand that you're the only photographer this village has to offer.

I need some photographs before I can move the body.

Who is it?

He was unbelievably drunk.

He must have got lost in the dark up there, then fallen.

Let us pass over.