You're a spy.
Sur le Pont d'Avignon On y danse, On y danse...
We can't...
Did I scare you?
- A little bit. - I'm sorry.
I saw your bag and thought I might find you here.
Listen to me, Miss.
Don't go down there anymore.
But Why?
My granddad said graves are the homes of the dead.
And the dead want to be left in peace. They're grumpy.
You'll have no trouble if you leave them be.
I thought policemen weren't superstitious.
Maybe in America. Here we all believe in certain things.
- Have a good day! - Goodbye.
Pull over, Martin.
I have an idea.
Thank you.
Come on.
The call it the Swans' Haunt. Nobody will disturb us here.
They used to be refrigeration wagons.
Come on, let's go in.
Come on.
Not bad, huh? The boat keeper bought them from the rail company
and made one of them into a bachelor pad.
He brings girls here sometimes.
Stan, I don't like it.
- Why aren't there any windows? - It's watertight.
But there's air conditioning.
Without it there'd be no air at all.
Without this you can't get out. It's like being in a safe.
Damn. The trip switch has cut in.
- Stan, I'm scared. - What are you scared of, Maureen?
It's just the two of us here. But I'll have to get out.
The master switch is outside.
- Did you take the key? - No.
I left it here, I'm sure. Now it's gone.
Where can it be? Help me find it, Maureen.
This grate wasn't broken earlier.
The air conditioning isn't working. The air is getting thin. I can't breathe.
Damn door. We'll never be able to open it.
Stan! Look.
The electrical wires go through those pipes. They've been cut.
Come on.
Maureen might still be awake. Let me check.
We used to be friends.
Tell me where you are.
Tell me!
Where are you? Answer me.
I'm begging you, answer me.
Yes.
You're Foreman.
Yes.
We couldn't find her. We looked for her all night. Stan's gone too.
Maybe they've eloped.
I hope so, Lillian.
Let's hope they've eloped.
I'm going to have to fine you, sir.
Is this how you welcome outsiders here?
No, sir, only when they're speeding.
I see, Sergeant.
But they asked me to get here quickly.
My name's Gorley.
I'm an inspector from Scotland Yard.
Welcome, sir. Our office is over there. Come.
It was me who phoned for help.
Two young people have disappeared.
We want to make sure they've eloped.
Next time call me in for chicken rustling.
She's a photographer, sir.
But she's not from here.
She's come from America to do a piece on our town's ruins.
I like them a lot.
- What? Ruins? - No, girls like her.
Are you going to pay the fine now or shall I send it to Scotland Yard?
I had been onto him for months but I never got him.
But last night I finally recognised him.
And I bet you heard him speaking to the dead.
I was far away. But it was a full moon.
I could see what he was doing.
God knows what you can see when you've had a few drinks.
I saw him, I swear. I saw him.
He has a machine he puts on graves.
Excuse me, who are you talking about?
Professor Miles.
Listen to me. Our friend here is full of beer, as usual.
Professor Miles is crazy.
You'd better stay away from him.
Yes, it's mine.
Now what do you want from me?
- Nothing. - I don't believe you.
You wouldn't have brought it back.
- You're not from here, are you? - No.
I wonder how much nonsense they told you about me.
Well, I heard you speak to the dead.
I record their voices. And I decipher them with my machines.
Why do it in secret? What are you afraid of?
People's stupidity and meanness.
Those idiots think I desecrate graves.
But some men have supernatural powers
that go beyond the imagination.
Abilities we still can't control.
Or that we choose to ignore because we're scared of them.
I have those powers.
And it's my duty to use them.
Death is not the end of everything.
It's the beginning of a new existence.
I consult the dead in order to be sure of this.
What are you going to do afterwards?
I don't know yet.
I'm familiar with the power of the senses.
What it means to see, to hear, to touch.
But my mind can't stop at that.
It must go beyond.
There are limits and barriers.
That's not true.
You have created them with your stupidity.
You're scaring me.
I know. It would be strange for you not to be fascinated by me.
No, I'm just scared that you won't be able to stop.
You're beautiful, miss.
Your hands are delicate and soft.
Your eyes are light-coloured and deep.
Look at me. I'm ordering you to look at me.
Now you can't move anymore.
I could order you to do anything.
You'd obey without hesitation.
You have no free will anymore.
My mind dominates you.
It attacked you.
It's not the first time it's done so.
Why don't you get rid of it?
It's our fate.
We need each other.
Our common hatred is our bond.
It's a devilish creature.
But it's just a cat.
A cat that sooner or later is going to kill me.
I'll die like this. It's my fate.
- He must be a great customer. - Yeah.
Who is it?
Inspector Gorley. I need to speak to you.
Good morning. I know what time it is.
I wouldn't bother you if I didn't need your help.
- I don't understand. - There's been an accident.
A man has died and apparently you're the only photographer in town.
I need photos so the body can be removed.
Who is he?
He was certainly drunk.
He must have leaned a bit too far forward up there.
So he fell.
You can go now.
- Inspector Gorley? - Yes?
- Can we take him? - When she's done with the photos.
- You said he has nobody, right? - He had a wife.
But she went off with another man.
Our common hatred is our bond.
It wants to kill me. It wants to kill me!
Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you?
It's him.
What have you come here for?
You must help me.
You're the only one who can find Maureen.
No, I can't do it.
Robert, please. Have mercy.
I'll come and live with you again if you want me to.
You had no mercy on me, remember? You cannot go back.
Have you got anything that belongs to your daughter?
Reflection. Light.
It flows.
Liquid. Water.
Green.
Trees.
It's dark.
The swans.
The key. We have to find the key.
I can't breathe.
The boat cover.
Help me, please. Help me.
Mother, I can't breathe!
I can't breathe!
I know where she is now.
I know where she is.
I've always kept it there. I thought it was a secret but someone found out.
We'll have to knock the door down.
The boat cover.
They cut off the electricity.
Yes, this is it.
This is the key.
Yes.
I'll come straight away.
There was no air inside.
- They could've taken the door down. - It's like a safe.
Hey, you. Go to the end of the pier.
And don't let anybody through.
Professor Miles, thank you for coming.
Have you ever seen this place?
Yes, of course. I've seen it, Inspector.
But I've never been here, if that's what you mean.
Yes, sure. They say you have paranormal powers.
Are you being ironic, Inspector?
You see, Professor Miles, for a policeman
what is not normal is difficult to digest.
Am I a suspect? Tell me. Do you think it was me?
To be a suspect
you'd have to be small enough to go through that opening.
I don't understand.
According to forensics, the door was locked from the inside.
So the guys locked themselves in after cutting the electricity.
That hole in the grate is the only way out apart from the door.
Suicide, then?
Yes, if the key had been inside.
But we found it outside.
On the boat cover. Someone must have taken it there.
Who?
Hello? Yes, but who's speaking?
Jill, of course I remember you.
Which photos?
Yes, of course. Whenever you want.
Sure, even now.
Come, I'll wait for you. I won't go anywhere.
For you it's a theory.
For me it's a certainty.
But they'll think we're crazy if we say it was a cat.
It's the fate of those in the know.
It killed the young couple too.
Are you sure? Maureen and Stan?
Yes. It took the key outside through the air duct.
This is absurd.
You need to be able to think. Only humans can do that.
A man will be hanged.
But we're talking about a cat.
What you're saying is impossible.
It was you...
...who brought these photos.
Three similar accidents in three days.
And we ignore this sequence of events.
Really strange.
Two guys dying mysteriously with the key and all that.
A drunk Ferguson falling from scaffolding and getting spiked.
And now Maureen's mother jumping from the window of her burning house.
You're forgetting Foreman.
Foreman? Who's that?
Before you arrived he had a car accident. He crashed into a van.
There was no fog that morning.
An epidemic of accidents. Isn't it curious?
Good job...
...for an amateur.
You're wrong, Inspector.
I'm a very appreciated photographer in America.
I know that. But you usually don't photograph corpses.
No, I don't. Actually, this is the first time.
The forensics sent through some more reports on the couple's death.
What's this?
It's cat hair, Inspector Gorley. Hair from a black cat.
- Did they find it in the air conditioning? - Yes, in the air duct.
How do you know that?
Look.
It's so strange.
I must have lost them.
Did you hear anything unusual that night?
- The scream of the poor guy who fell. - Just that?
Isn't that enough?
I mean, any argument, any fight?
Who would be fighting? The cats?
Nobody comes here at night.
It's just me, Violetta, and a few cats.
- And a few cats. - I beg your pardon?
Nothing, nothing.
- Many thanks, goodbye. - Goodbye.
Am I disturbing you? Were you sleeping?
No, not yet. Come in.
What's the matter?
You didn't make me get up just to see me again, did you?
Would that be a bad idea?
I hope you have better ones.
I don't know if it's better or worse.
But it's your fault. You put that idea of cats into my head.
Not cats, a cat.
True, a cat.
A killer cat.
That could have something to do with Professor Miles.
Correct me if I'm wrong.
Unfortunately, you're not wrong.
Do you know Miles?
Everybody in town knows him.
And have you also heard the stories going round about him?
Maybe I know a little more.
Why don't they teach parapsychology
in your academies?
It would be black magic.
Even an intelligent cat couldn't decide to enter a room, steal a key
and cut the electrical wires.
And that's not all. How do you think he set Lillian's house on fire?
Let's suppose that he's just an instrument.
That his mind is dominated by another.
By a human mind.
No, that's not a valid theory.
It's a crazy theory, even.
But it's the only one that can explain those accidents.
Should I report all this back to London?
You don't know my boss, Larry Flynn. You know what he'd say?
"Stop walking around drunk, Gorley."
To avoid that you just have to drink a bit less.
You kill yourself how you can.
I think you're better than you let on.
Because you don't know what's on my mind now.
I can guess. And I don't mind.
I can't stop it.
It doesn't obey me anymore.
There's no controlling it.
Even death
was defeated by it.
No.
No, I did not want this.
You shouldn't have done it.
How many times must I tell you?
He was either drunk or wanted to kill himself.
He was on the pavement and he suddenly jumped in front of my car.
Did it looked as if...
...someone ordered him to do it?
What do you mean, "ordered"?
Wait.
Earlier you said that his movements
appeared to be automated.
Yes, he looked like a robot.
And have you seen a cat?
A cat?
Yes, on the pavement where he was.
Before throwing himself under your car. A black cat.
Miss, I don't think it's important whether there was a cat or not.
It's very important.
Please, try to remember.
Let me think.
A black cat.
Yes? Yes, sir.
I will, sir.
Inspector Flynn is leaving London.
He'll be here in two hours.
You knew.
You should have stopped it.
Calm down now and come with me.
I buried him here.
What about last night?
I told you, he's dead.
Nothing else will happen.
What about what happened to Gorley?
It was an accident. Nothing but an accident.
It's a devilish creature. It's going to kill me.
It's a devilish creature.
I consult the dead.
I record their voices.
I'm about to uncover the big secret.
We can't.
Sur le Pont d'Avignon On y dense, On y dense...
You lied to me.
You can't always tell the truth.
I tried to kill it but I didn't succeed.
- Did it commit all those crimes? - Of course.
But someone must have guided it.
Cats don't take orders from anyone, my dear.
Regular orders.
But you spoke of supernatural powers of the human mind.
Unimaginable abilities.
You remember. Uncontrollable.
You killed them.
With your paranormal abilities.
You used the cat as a weapon.
A devilish weapon.
You entered its mind.
To realise your crazy murderous plans.
You subjugated and hypnotised it.
- And ordered it to kill. - No.
What you're saying is so unfair.
It was that monster that triggered my repressed hatred.
And provoked my rage.
For those who don't understand me.
For the loneliness in which they forced me to live.
That beast didn't obey me, only the worst side of me.
The evil that is hidden in me, as in everyone.
But when I realised this and found the strength to kill it, it was too late.
- So it's alive. - Yes. It won.
It defeated me. It became stronger than me.
It annihilated my will.
From now on, it can only give orders.
It's evil.
And I'm at its service.
It dominates me now.
She's not home. Mrs Miller hasn't seen her since last night.
- Do you think she left? - Such a good, tidy girl.
- Why would she leave? - Maybe she was scared.
With all that's been happening, it's understandable.
All the photos she's taken since she came here.
I met her at the strangest time and place.
And she left everything, just like this.
It's absurd. These photos meant a lotto her.
Even when people leave suddenly
they never throw months of work away.
Hypnotised by a cat? Have you gone insane, Gorley?
That's why I wanted you to believe I was drunk.
Are you sure you're not drunk now?
Yes.
- Wilson, help me get dressed. - Sir, I don't think...
Help me, let's not waste any time.
Cat or no cat, that girl's in danger.
Good evening, Professor Miles. Inspector Flynn wants to speak to you.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Inspector Gorley too.
We've met before, remember?
But you had an accident.
Nothing serious. Just a few scratches.
We'd like to know if Miss Jill Trevers has been here today.
Jill? Yes, she came to say goodbye.
She said she had to leave suddenly.
We have some doubts about that.
We think she came for a different reason.
What reason?
To see if your cat's still alive.
How silly.
Why would she care about a cat?
Not a cat,
that cat.
My cat's gone. It's dead.
Do you mind if we take a look around?
You're not looking for the cat, you're looking for Jill.
Come on in, gentlemen.
Look wherever you like.
- Excuse us. - Be my guest.
No.
I didn't want to.
I never meant to kill.
It was that devilish beast.
It forced me to do it.
Spirits plunder each other.
This time it won.
And it's handing me to my executioner.