Scream and Scream Again

What"s happened?

Nurse.

What is this?

Your papers.

Right. Through there.

Your documents.

Come out of the car.

Open the front up. Open.

Now open the back.

Welcome home.

Come in.

- Konratz. - Capt. Salis.

How are you? You"re looking well.

L"m due at a Central Committee meeting. I only have a few moments. Sit down.

Five years of power. Do you think we are finally winning?

I thought we already had.

What have you got for me?

The MX-12.

But look closer.

Fortunately, they aren"t sensitized.

We can program our K-718 to misdirect it.

K-718?

That information is privileged, Konratz. So how can you know about it?

Only Maj. Benedek and myself have access to that information.

Get me Maj. Benedek, please.

Sir.

Please. If you will let me explain...

...you will find it is to our mutual advantage.

I... Please...

Look. Look again.

- Life extinct. - How are we doing?

Some good prints, but not good enough. Look at this.

"Eileen Stevens."

We need all the help we can get on this one.

At least she"s got a name, Phil.

"Wish you were here. The Crossways, Croydon."

Sounds impressive.

- It"s in Sussex, isn"t it? - Right. About 40 miles.

Excuse me, sir. Prof. Kingsmill has gone to the theater.

- I hope he enjoys it. - It"s his first night off in a month.

My heart bleeds for him. Who the bloody hell has?

Sorry, sir?

- Get my car, will you? - Yes, sir.

Get a hold of Kingsmill. No messing about.

I want the PM as soon as he can make it.

Go to the mortuary with the body. You"re in charge of all the exhibits.

- Ask them to send the PM to the station. - Right away.

- Hold it. - Get out of the way.

Get some of the special patrol boys stationed round the common tonight.

Do you think he"ll return?

He might not be too far away. We can"t take any chances.

Do you think he"s a weirdo, sir?

What do you think? I want more men, more phones.

Get the murder room set up. In the car, Joyce.

- Where to, sir? - Croydon.

Is it murder, sir?

"Is it murder?" Don"t be so bloody stupid. Come on.

- Who is it? - Police.

Just a moment.

What"s it all about?

Dr. Browning won"t like being disturbed this time of night.

He"s not supposed to like it. Just get him, will you?

Come this way.

- L"ll get the doctor, sir. - All right.

Snotty little bastard, isn"t he?

Good evening. L"m Dr. Browning. Did you want to see me?

Detective Superintendent Bellaver.

It"s about a Miss Eileen Stevens. Do you know her, sir?

She works here, yes. Is she in trouble?

Why do you ask, sir?

You"d hardly get us up at this hour of the night if she wasn"t.

She with a boyfriend, do you know?

I really have no idea.

Tell me, is she from London or around this way?

I think she"s from the North. I got her through an agency.

Please, can"t you tell me exactly what she"s done?

She hasn"t done anything. Putting it crudely, someone"s done her.

- What? - She"s dead.

That"s terrible!

Perfectly terrible!

- How did it happen? - Her throat was cut.

You don"t believe in breaking things gently, do you?

I have to know all you can tell me. Her movements, friends, family.

L"ll tell you all I can. I really didn"t know her very well.

I took a couple of phone calls for her once from a girlfriend...

I don"t think we"ll be looking for a girl in this case.

- No? - No.

She wasn"t just murdered, if you know what I mean.

Injuries:

Bruising and edema around the eyes...

...bruising of the nose, nasal bones fractured...

...laceration of the lips and inner right cheek...

...jugular vein cut repeatedly...

...probably violent sawing done.

Small punctures on right wrist, vaginal contusions...

...scratches around both breasts...

...probably done with the nails of the right hand.

Lord, I haven"t seen anything like this in donkey"s years!

Scalpel.

What"s the matter?

I was just wondering what was the last thing she ever thought.

It"s the fastest transition in the world, from human being to corpse.

And it doesn"t do to get the two confused, or you"ll never be successful.

Forceps.

Better wake him up, Sergeant. We"re back.

- Sir? - I know, I know. I can smell it!

Give Browning"s statement to a typist, then start an action book and log it.

Right.

Caruso"s back. Griffin, l"ll... Shut up, will you?

Get the new numbers and ring "em round to all the other divisions, will you?

Anything?

No, sir.

- How about you, sir? - No.

You better get on to the Yard"s method index.

I already did, sir.

We"re checking on girls of the same age. Servants.

Every assault in this area for the past 12 months, sir.

How long have these been here?

They"re curling up like Charlie Chaplin"s boots.

Everything okay at Croydon, sir?

If the statements check out all right.

See what you can find on Browning. A conviction or some record or other.

Can"t tell one from the other of these bloody things.

Smells like cheese, looks like ham.

Not far wrong. It"s chicken.

Harry"s going through the girl"s address book today.

If that and the method index don"t work, we"re really up the wall.

Problem is, there"s no motive to a sex crime, apart from the sex.

That bloody chicken wasn"t killed. It died of old age.

You made many runs today?

- Who are you? - L"m Dr. Sorel. L"m the PM.

Right. Let"s have it.

- You work for Prof. Kingsmill? - Yes, l"ve just qualified.

He was one of my professors.

: : : fracture of nasal bones, laceration of lips: : : :

I can"t waste my time listening to that. Write it out like you used to.

- Just give me the main points, will you? - Okay. The skull was caved right in.

The bone was depressed in one area the size of a penny.

- Is that what killed her? - No.

Death was caused by the severing of the jugular vein and loss of blood.

- Yeah. Go on. - Just before that, she"d been strangled.

It was all incredibly brutal and extremely crude.

- Is there anything else you can tell me? - Yes. A funny thing on her wrist.

Two little wounds like punctures, side by side, an inch apart.

Any ideas?

Looks like the sort of thing that could have been made by...

...a meat skewer or knitting needle, something like that.

It"s quite common, this kind of violence, though not to such a degree, of course.

- Too bad for us, though, isn"t it? - I don"t get you.

Strangled, head bashed in, throat cut.

Doesn"t sound like it was for the sex at all, does it?

- A psychopath? - That"s about it.

And the psycho"s the most difficult of all to get.

There"s hardly ever any rational motive...

...just the animal compulsion to kill, that"s all.

Nurse.

What are they doing to me?

Nurse.

What are they doing to me?

What"s happening? What are they doing...

No! Stop, please!

We can"t make her tell us why they were escaping.

Your lover, I have to tell you, he is dead.

Don"t worry.

You will tell me.

You will.

You will.

What about him?

What do you think?

He wouldn"t fancy you.

Who says?

He"s a good dancer.

- Lovely mover. - Yeah!

Where"s he gone?

- I didn"t see him go. - He was over there a minute ago.

Don"t look now, but he"s over there...

...looking at us!

- Go on! - Do you think I should?

Don"t be silly!

You gonna buy me a drink?

How "bout coming for a ride?

Not here. It"s no good here.

You don"t have to hurt me.

I am utterly appalled.

- What is your opinion, Minister? - I want you to look at the pictures.

It"s really an internal problem.

Technically, Minister, they were Maj. Benedek"s prisoners, not Konratz"s.

And there are wider implications.

In some cases, we have found it necessary to instill fear...

...in order to make the more stubborn behave themselves and cooperate with us.

But in this instance, I agree...

...that license has been taken to an unnecessary and gruesome extreme.

Stories are filtering out already.

There have been stories enough in the foreign press.

It could create an embarrassing political situation.

It"s difficult, Major.

I have always been sympathetic to the military concept of order, but...

Yes, that is why we allowed you to remain in our government.

- But for the total good. - I understand, Minister.

Politicians require more subtlety than the militia. Yes?