Psychomania

Well, he's on the hook.

- Do we let him go? - No. Teach him a lesson.

Yeah. Blow his mind.

- Yeah. - Abby?

Are you game?

Why not?

Aghh!

Hello, little green friend.

Gently there.

- I won't hurt you. - Tom, what are you doing?

Tom! Are you all right?

Tom, you're not human!

I'm sorry, but...

But sometimes i just don't understand you!

One minute you want to make love to me, the next you don't even notice I'm there!

Sometimes you scare me.

It's not me that scares you.

It's the world.

Let's get out of it, Abby.

Let's cross over.

Cross over?

- To the other side. - How do we do that?

We kill ourselves.

- Oh, tom. Not that again. - Yes.

- I'm sorry, but I can't. - Why not?

Well, I promised...

I promised my mother I'd help her go shopping in the morning.

Besides...

We'd miss all this.

But we'll come back.

It'll be even better.

You mustn't cry, mummy.

No, darling.

I'm sorry. I'll try.

I'm happy here.

I miss you all, of course.

But, mummy, you mustn't be sad for me.

It's so lovely.

I couldn't be happier.

May we ask her...

Over 100 years old.

Maximus leopardus, isn't it?

Yes, the tree-climbing variety.

So very rare now.

They're usually only found in graveyards.

That's right.

Anyone taking a Maximus leopardus from a graveyard

is either foolhardy or ignorant.

You're always saying I'm foolhardy. But I'm not ignorant, shadwell.

Except about certain things.

Three things. So answer me.

Why did my father die in that locked room?

Why do you never get any older, shadwell?

And what is the secret of the living dead?

Why do you ask me these questions?

You have already decided to force an answer out of your mother tonight.

I have to go now.

- Goodbye, mummy. - Bye, darling.

- Daddy. - Goodbye, susie.

- Granny. - Goodbye, lovely.

- Grandfather. - Goodbye, baby.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Goodbye.

- Mrs latham? - Are you all right, mrs latham?

Do you mind?

Rest now.

Now... relax and start to breathe deeply.

Rest.

You're going to go into a nice deep sleep.

A deep, deep sleep.

Wasn't she wonderful?

Do you think we can go orjust wait?

I'll speak to him.

I, er, understand that mrs latham never accepts any payment.

No, we're only servants of a greater power.

- There's a present we'd like her to have. - No, thank you.

It's been in our family for generations.

- No, thank you. - Please!

- No! - I insist.

- You must take it. - Get out! Get out! All of you!

- I'm sorry if I'm upsetting you. - Get out!

In you go, little green friend.

Hello, darling.

Good evening, mother.

I hear it went very well tonight.

Yes, it did. All except for one thing.

I had a telephone call from the police.

The word, mother, is fuzz.

I don't know what you and your gang of delinquents have been up to,

but if you get into any more trouble, you're going to be arrested.

The word, mother, is busted.

Oh, tom. Tom!

You're up to something, aren't you?

Everybody dies, don't they?

But some come back.

Isn't that so?

You tried to get into the locked room today, didn't you?

How do the dead come back, mother? What's the secret?

Oh, tom, don't go on with this.

You don't know enough.

That room's been locked for 18 years.

And my father's been dead for 18 years.

You know why the fuzz called, mother?

We blew a fellow's mind.

It was beautiful.

Should've been there.

He went right through the windscreen.

It was great fun.

But just you wait till you hear what we've got planned for tomorrow night.

You're threatening me, aren't you?

You want me to behave, mother? Then give me the secret.

I think we should give him the key.

We can't.

That room could destroy him.

Not with this protection.

- Will the room give me the secret? - It may.

It depends on you.

On what you are.

If you're afraid, we won't think any less of you.

I'm not chickening out, shadwell.

Shadwell!

Mother!

Oh! My poor boy!

Pulse is a bit slow, but that's quite usual in shock.

Oh, no.

His father's glasses.

If only he'd had more courage.

If he'd had more courage, he'd be with you now.

I warned him.

I said, "Charles, don't try.

"Don't cross over.

"You haven't got the faith to come back."

At the last moment, he must've had doubts.

I said, "when you die,

"you've got to believe that you're going to come back.

"You've got to believe that with all your being."

Thank you, mother.

Thank you very much.

- What do we do now, then? - I don't know.

What's the fastest anybody's done on the motorway?

- 95. - And then you woke up!

You must be dreaming, out of your cotton-picking mind!

Today we do the ton.

- And hold it. - But that's suicide.

So?

Well, hell, you've gotta go some time. Which way, tom?

Through the town first, I think.

What are you doing?

' - Oh!

Get out!

Fred!

Hey, it's terrible weather.

Timber!

Ice cream? Cornet?

On!

Down there, constable!

Constable, what are you gonna do about my...

Come on, get out of here!

Whey-hey!

Aghh!

Ohh.

Tom, you'll kill yourself!

I'll try. Off the bridge!

Tom, please, don't!

I'll going! See you around!

Oh, look!

- I'm Abby holman. - Mrs latham is expecting you.

Miss Abby holman, madam.

So you're tom's girlfriend.

I hope you didn't mind my asking to see you.

Won't you sit down?

You're not at all what I... expected.

I mean, you're... you're wearing a dress.

You're probably wondering why I came here.

You were with him when it happened, weren't you?

Yes.

Tell me...

Was it an accident?

Don't you know or...

Or don't you want to tell me?

It wasn't an accident.

He killed himself.

Yes.

Mrs latham,

why would tom want to kill himself?

- Sherry? - No, thank you.

Thank you, shadwell.

Now, what did you want to see me about, Abby?

Well, this may sound strange,

but we'd like to bury tom in our own way.

- What do you think, shadwell? - Well, it's a little unusual, madam.

But I think it's what tom would've wanted.

Very well.

Where will you bury him?

- Down at the seven witches. - Oh. Good.

You know the legend?

Yes, erm, witches were supposed to have been turned into stone, weren't they?

Yes. You see, they broke a bargain that they'd made with superior powers.

They had to be punished.

Good day, miss holman.