[theme music plays]
That's it then? I’m discharged?
Frank, it's been a long recovery,
you're still weak.
- I’m fine. - A few more days, eh.
Oh, no.
But you're still convalescing, your injuries are barely healed.
Healed. And I can convalesce at home.
- I’m a doctor, remember? - Uh, psychiatrist.
Liam, it's my wedding anniversary tomorrow.
Hmm, well, perhaps if Penny came to pick you up.
And spoil my surprise?
Come on now, it's the best present
I can give her, the homecoming.
- Well... - I’m all right, aren't I?
- Physically. - Well, then...
- Miss Pringle? - [over intercom] Yes.
Would you arrange for Dr. Bowers to be
discharged tomorrow?
[ticket puncher clicks]
[clears throat]
Well, it's our stop next.
I was stationed at Castleforge during the war.
Flew over 50 missions.
- Really? - Married a local girl, too.
Jean Grant. You know the Grants?
No, I’m from London, actually. It’s my first visit.
Oh, I thought you lived here.
No, Penny my wife, she found this place.
Fell in love with it at first sight,
so she bought a cottage.
She says it's perfect peace and quiet.
Is she meeting you?
- She doesn't know I’m coming. - Oh.
Well, it's just one of those silly things
we have between us.
Whenever we have anything special,
we like to keep it as a surprise.
Well, I hope it works out all right.
What do you mean?
Well, my wife, if she actually wasn't
entertaining the milkman, she'd accuse me
of trying to catch her at it...
[chuckles]
Penny and I haven't been married that long.
What brings you here?
Well, best fishing in the country. Do you fish?
No.
Oh, well, you should. There's nothing like it.
You just drop the line in and let them bite,
ideal form of convalescence.
Sounds it.
Well, not as though you look as though you need it.
It’s unbelievable, isn't it? Hardly a mark left.
I wish I could say the same for the car.
Oh, well, this is it.
You know, it's been a great pleasure,
Dr. Bowers, meeting you.
I do hope we bump into each other again.
Why don't you pop in sometime, Mr Sheppard?
Sam, please. Well, fine.
We're at Pretty Cottage, Chalk Pit Lane.
Pretty Cottage? I might take you up on that.
[birds chirping]
- What the-- What...? - Happy anniversary, my darling.
- What are you doing? - Don't worry,
I couldn't take that bloody hospital any more.
- It’s been too long. - Frank!
- It’s all right, darling. - Frank! Frank!
Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?
How did l-- It’s my home. Who the hell are you?
Your home?
Look, if this is some sort of joke.
Joke? Penny, who is this character?
- My husband. - Your--
- I’m Dr. Frank Bowers. - Frank Bowers?
Yes. Now, if you don't mind...
I’m Frank Bowers.
I’m Frank Bowers!
- I’m her husband! - Frank!
- Oh, no! - Penny! Get off of me.
- Get my kit! - Get off!
- Steady, now. - What's going on?
Penny, help me.
We'll take care of you.
No use. The brown bottle, 20 ccs, quick.
Leave me alone.
- Stay still. - Leave me alone!
- I’ll hold him. - Penny, help me.
Careful now.
[church bells chiming]
[Wedding March plays]
[male voice] Where did you come from?
Your name?
Where did you come from?
Your name?
Frank Bowers.
Where did you come from?
Hospital.
- Which hospital? - The Imperial.
- Where is that? - London. Knightsbridge.
New to me.
- Why were you in the hospital? - Car crash.
Does anyone know you've come here?
- Dr. Liam Moore. - Never heard of him.
Penny, you know Dr. Moore.
- When you came visiting... - I never visited you.
You did.
Why did you come here?
It’s my home.
Who told you it was your home?
Penny...
...you wrote to me about it, your letter--
A letter?
- No letter here. - There is.
- Where? - In my wallet.
You haven't got a wallet.
It’s in my pocket.
No, nothing here, some money, nothing else.
I tell you, there's a letter.
There's no identification at all.
- Nothing to show who you are. - I know who I am.
Where is this letter?
I had it, and my wallet. You must have destroyed them.
Penny, please, help me. [doorbell rings]
- Heavens, the Sherwoods! - Blast.
What about...?
He'll be all right.
So he said your dog needs his head examined.
- Quite right. - Oh, Frank...
Would you take him on as a patient?
No, but I could recommend a good canine psychiatrist.
- Canine headshrinker. - Why not a canine spiritualist?
Oh, dogs aren't superstitious.
Well, Sheila, now you know what to do.
But there's nothing wrong with our dog.
Of course there isn't, Sheila, but don't forget,
the poor beast is subjected
to the same stresses as you and I.
All that dog is subjected to is an excess of love,
nothing more, nothing less.
Oh, love can cause psychological stresses.
- Oh, really? - Of course it can.
Ask Penny.
[laughter from downstairs]
Well, Penny, how does it feel to be a veteran?
Oh, married a whole year, you mean?
Uh-huh.
Wait till the nappies come along.
I can't wait actually. I’m ready. [Frank laughs]
You won't laugh when it happens.
What about you, Frank? How does it feel?
- A whole year? - Sheer bondage, but I love it.
It'll be a darn sight more than bondage
when those nappies do come along,
believe you me.
What are you two trying to do anyway?
Prevent a population explosion?
[laughter, incoherent conversation]
[receiver dings]
Get me the police.
- Oh, there we are. - Well done.
- Sheila. - Thank you.
Oh.
Just look at that, Penny, that's lovely.
Happy anniversary, darling.
- Frank. - Yes, indeed.
Happy anniversary.
All right, that's enough.
John! Sheila! Thank heavens you're here.
You shouldn't be up now, come along...
No, John, stop him. He's got my wife.
I’m sorry about this. He's a patient. [doorbell rings]
- Oh, Sheila, answer the door, would you? - Extremely disturbed.
He just walked in, what could we do?
John, you know me, you were my best man.
Your best man?
- John! - [Penny] Sergeant Greene--
We received a call, Mrs. Bowers.
I called you. That man, he's--
I came home and, he seems to have some hold over my wife.
I don't know what, but together they've been...
That man is pretending to be me!
Now just one moment, sir.
Are you claiming to be Dr. Bowers?
- Sergeant... - Claiming?
- I am Dr. Bowers. - Are you now?
Doctor, who is he?
He just appeared this afternoon.
I’ve managed to establish that he's just come out of hospital.
The Imperial Hospital.
Just, just check with Dr. Liam Moore.
I see.
But he's claiming to be you, sir?
Yes, he's obviously suffering from
some sort of identity transference,
probably schizophrenic, though Lord knows
how he came to pick on me.
Have you never seen him before, sir?
Not that I know of.
Then how did he come to pick on you, sir?
The identity transference.
He could perhaps have seen me at my hospital.
Oh, God. John, please tell them.
He was my best man.
Sheila!
He needs treatment, sir.
He does, indeed. He must stay here.
Here, sir?
I’m qualified to treat him, Sergeant.
His condition interests me.
Besides, he thinks this is his home,
a total rejection now might unhinge him irreparably.
- Yes, sir, but-- - It’s all right, Sergeant.
I’m on holiday, I’ve no commitments.
I don't know.
You'd like to stay here, wouldn't you, at home?
Penny...
Of course you would. Come on, Frank.
[Frank's voice] Who loves Frankie?
[child] Daddy
Who loves Frankie?
Daddy.
Who loves Frankie?
Daddy.
[Penny's voice] Breakfast.
[dog panting]
- [Penny] Bye, bye. - [child] Bye, bye.
[dog barking]
[Frank] Penny...
Penny.
Darling Penny...
[Wedding March plays]
[brakes screech, crashing]
[Penny] Frank, you're going to live for me.
[Frank] Yes, for you.
Penny...
Penny!
[muted shouting]
Penny!
- Penny! - It’s all right, I’m here.
Hmm.
Time to put phase two into operation.
Penny, what about all my things?
My clothes and things, all my books?
I don't know.
All that stuff we had at the flat?
Suppose you tell me then, about us.
You love me for my ugly face
as much as my brilliant mind, as you put it.
When did we meet?
When you brought that sick child into my office.
Do you remember our honeymoon?
Sunniest fortnight in living memory.
What about Rome?
Rome? When was that?
Three months ago.
I was in hospital three months ago.
Oh.
Penny, why this charade?
Charade?
We're alone now, you don't have to reject me!
- Why? - I’m not rejecting you.
Were you in Rome with him?
Yes.
- I see. - What?
You're trying to get rid of me.
- It’s all some crazy plot. - No!
What then?
- Please don't ask questions-- - Why are you doing this?
Are you-- Is he threatening you?
What hold has he over you?
- You mustn't excite yourself! - Oh, for God's sake!
Look, we can get away from here now if you like!
I love you, Penny. I am your husband.
- You're not my husband! - I am, you know I am!
No!
What do I have to do, Penny? Kill him?
Don't.
- Don't ever harm him. - Why not? He's--
If you touch him...
You love him that much?
Yes.
You could have told me before that you were in love,
that you wanted to be free.
Oh, God.
These are his fingerprints, Sergeant, and a photograph.
I managed to get them while he was unconscious.
There must be a record of him somewhere.
Do you think you could check?
Well, I can circulate them around the hospitals, sir, yes.
And police records, if you can.
We've got to establish his real identity,
whether he's ever been known as Frank Bowers before.
Whether he's had any treatment, and if so,
where and what, everything.
What are you trying to do?
Frank, open the door!
[Penny] What are you up to? Please, open the door.
Frank?
Frank, please don't!
If you love me, don't do anything!
Frank, I care for you! I do, I do!
[shattering]
You must promise you'll never try.
- It would have been best. - No!
Yes.
You must rest, please.
Afterwards, later, things won't seem so desperate.
Won't they? Is there hope for us?
- Is there? - Please don't question me!
You are being threatened, aren't you?
Please! Don't ask.
Penny, Penny, I won't desert you.
You need me still.
[Penny] He could try again.
Hmm.
He won't. I promise you.
You're very confident, aren't you?
I’m not God.
Cheer up, it won't be for long.
- But-- - Come here.
Trust me.
[doorbell rings]
[man] Well, the name's Sheppard, Sam Sheppard.
Surely he told you about me, how we met on the train?
He hasn't been too well.
It is Penny, isn't it? It must be Pretty Cottage.
- Yes, of course it is. - Well, I'm delighted to--
- Sam! - Oh, excuse me.
My dear old chap, how's it going?
- And what's all this? - Am I glad to see you.
Mr Sheppard!
I thought a spot of fishing might help
with the convalescing.
- [Penny] Just a minute... - [Frank] It certainly would!
Well, come on, the fish are not going to wait.
Mr Sheppard! Frank, get straight back to bed.
- No. - No arguments now.
I’m sorry, Mr Sheppard, but I’m afraid you came
at a rather inopportune moment.
- No. - Frank's due for his treatment.
Could you perhaps come back some other time?
Oh, I am sorry. Well, yes, of course I could.
I only just popped in on the spur of the moment.
No, Sam, don't go--
Now, look, I’ll be down at the weir all day,
if later you feel like it, join me.
Is that all right with you, Mrs Bowers?
- If he's well rested. - Well, that's magnificent.
Sam, no, don't go, Sam.
Stay, Sam. My wife and I...
Sam!
Once again I apologise for my bad manners.
- That's all right. - But I do hope he'll be able to join me.
- Bye for now, Mrs. Bowers. - Bye, Mr. Sheppard.
[creaking] [gasps]
Oh.
It’s getting to be too much.
Well, you know what to do, don't you?
[footsteps on stairs]
[barrel clicks]
Why did you send him away?
Time for your pills, Frank.
Sam knows me, he would have helped.
- We must fight back. - We must do as Frank says.
Why must we do as he says?
Hasn't he got his own name?
Take the pill, Frank.
- To hell with the pills. - Frank...
I’m going to find Sam.
[gushing]
[panting]
[gunshot]
- He shot him! - Now, just a moment, sir...
Oh, don't you see, his plan misfired
when I turned up unexpectedly.
I mean, if he'd known I was going to discharge myself
from the hospital a day early,
he would have killed me on the way here,
like he just killed Sam Sheppard,
the only man who could identify me
as the real Frank Bowers!
It’s not easy to assume someone else's identity.
What about the records, birth certificate,
marriage certificate, passport?
They can be faked!
Of course they can, but, you know,
the point is that Dr. Bowers had no difficulty
in proving his identity.
Of course, he wouldn't.
But I can't say the same about you, sir.
Not only can you produce no identification
but you can't even remember which hospital
- you've been discharged from. - I told you, the Imperial.
Yes, I checked the Imperial Hospital, sir.
ln fact, I spoke to Dr. Moore as you suggested.
And?
He knows of no patient with your name and description.
He-- He what?
- I see. - Do you, sir?
So what about Sam Sheppard?
I’m telling you that man killed him!
- Did he, sir? - I tell you, I saw the body!
Oh, yes, the body.
Well, I expect we shall hear soon enough.
[water rushing]
ln a way, I...
I can understand it, Sergeant.
My wife's bloody marvellous.
They're taking a long time.
Yes.
Is Jones back yet?
Yes, well, what's he waiting for?
[knocking]
Come in!
- Well, did you find it? - No, Sergeant, nothing.
Charlie and me, we searched everywhere,
upriver, downriver, all them little islands, nothing.
What do you mean, nothing?
It was there, caught in the weir,
- against some driftwood. - No, sir.
Did you check the hotel?
Yes, sir. Mr Sheppard left at 12 noon.
Station master said he got the 12:51 train.
You're in on it, too, aren't you?
The plot?
You're all in on it, aren't you?
All right, Sergeant. I’ll take care of him.
Dr. Bowers, I’m glad to see you.
Look, sir, don't you think it'd be a good idea
if our friend here went back to hospital?
No, no, it's quite a familiar pattern.
You see, these delusions of his, his confusion of identify,
this body he thinks he saw in the weir,
it's all part of his persecution complex.
They could be manifestations of disintegration.
He doesn't feel safe in his assumed personality anymore.
Now I want to try a different course of treatment.
There's a new drug I’ve managed to get hold of.
- What drug? - Well, all right, sir,
but if there's a slightest chance
- that he might get violent-- - What new drug?
Sergeant, he's committed no crime,
there'll be no complaints against him.
Well, if you're prepared to take responsibility, sir...
I am.
This new drug...
- Yes? - It’s DK-5, isn't it?
What do you know about DK-5?
- Enough. - What?
It enables you to substitute suggestibility for memory.
- It’s uncanny. - What is?
That you should know about it.
I’ve kept up with developments.
What are your views on it? Would you use it?
- No. - Why not?
It’s bound to revolutionise psychotherapy.
- It’s too open to abuse. - How?
Like you've misused it.
l?
On Penny, Sergeant Greene, and the others.
Like you intend to misuse it on me.
[horn honking] Blast.
[ringing]
Dr. Moore's office. Yes.
Oh, Dr. Bowers, Miss Pringle here.
How are you feeling?
Hello, Miss Pringle. Is Dr Moore there, please?
It’s very urgent.
No, I’m afraid he isn't.
Well, he won't be back until late this evening.
Can I get him to call you, about 9 o'clock?
It’s a call-box...
Castleforge 0396X.
Yes, I’ve got it. Pardon?
No, nobody rang about you.
Not even a Sergeant Greene?
I see. No...
You'll give Dr. Moore the message, won't you?
Most certainly, Dr. Bowers. Goodbye.
[piano music plays]
He could be anywhere.
He had money.
Don't you care?
Of course I do, I’m also relieved.
Relieved?
His being here all the time, it was getting me down.
You knew what it would be like.
I thought I did.
But being in the same house with him...
The way he kept looking at me, so...
...so helpless, so hungry for love, you know.
No, I don't.
Pity, I suppose.
The frustrated maternal bit.
Then again, he's so much like you.
- Like me? - Like another you.
Don't you see?
Yes. Like another me.
Only younger, more attractive, more in need of you.
You're not jealous?
- About to be, I think. - Oh, no, I’m just being silly.
Are you?
I hope so, because this is something I didn't anticipate.
I love you, you know that.
Say that again.
I love you.
[Frank] Yes, I should have thought so.
[phone ringing]
[Frank] Speaking.
Hello. Yes.
I see.
When was this? How long ago?
Ah-ha.
Right.
Thanks for letting me know. Bye.
How would you like to go to Rome again?
What?
When this is all over...
Frank, how can you, when we're in the middle
- of this crisis? - There's no crisis.
- A minute ago-- - He's all right.
I’ve just seen him.
He's just burgled the study.
Well, I knew something was wrong,
but this, it's unbelievable.
We'll have to do something.
Perhaps I should go to the cottage.
- And risk getting killed? - Oh, come on.
He killed Sam Sheppard, a total stranger.
Do you think he'd hesitate killing you?
There must be something I can do.
There is.
I managed to get hold of these.
- Is that him? - That's him.
Careful, it's got his fingerprints on it.
- And so? - Check them with Scotland Yard.
Find out who he is, and bring help.
But, Frank, it's all so incredible.
I mean, however desirable Penny may be,
for him to go to such lengths to brainwash the police
and the entire village with the--
What's the name of that drug again?
DK-5.
DK-5, to do all this just to get a hold over Penny,
well, it's really inconceivable. And murder.
Maybe it's not just Penny that he's after,
- maybe there's more to it. - What do you mean?
I don't know. It could be anything.
- Such as? - Anything.
From an irresponsible field experiment
with a whole village as the guinea pig
to an alien takeover.
Alien takeover? You mean from outer space?
Not necessarily.
An enemy country looking for a bridgehead.
Oh, really.
It sounds wild, I know, but the facts are there.
Take your pick as to what they add up to.
No, no, no, it can't be.
Well, we have to find out somehow.
I’ll meet you here same time tomorrow night.
What, you're not going back there?
- I have to. - But, Frank, you're in danger.
So is Penny.
- He'll be back. - And then?
We go on. So much depends on it.
What happens if you break him and it proves irreparable?
- Nothing is irreparable. - The mind is.
He can hardly be worse off.
You won't break me, I can assure you.
Where have you been?
I won't be broken.
Well, sit down. You must be tired.
- Have you eaten? - No.
- Penny... - I just want to talk.
- Very well. - When you...
When you say break, I presume you mean
you will divest me of my identity, is that right?
On the contrary, I want to reinvest you
with your real identity.
Let's drop the pretence for once.
First, I thought it was Penny, but since Sheppard's death,
I’ve begun to think all sorts of things.
Sheppard is not dead.
I suggest you tell me just exactly
what it is you're up to.
Why all this mind-bending?
Mind-bending?
What good will it do? Tell me.
Will it help anyone? Will it improve humanity?
Will it, for instance, stop an inhuman father
scalding his child almost to death?
Will it?
Tell me!
Why? Were you scalded almost to death? Were you?
Belt up!
[child shouting]
Shut up!
[shouting continues]
Shut up!
[clattering] [child screaming]
No... No!
Then what about the scar on your face, Frank?
What scar?
No scar on my--
My scar...
- My scar! - What about your scar?
[doorbell rings]
[screaming, groaning]
Good morning, Mrs. Bowers.
Could I speak to the doctor, please?
I have the file on his patient.
Oh, do come in.
Thank you.
Would you mind waiting in there a minute?
I’ll tell my husband you're here.
Thank you.
- Sergeant Greene with the file. - No, not now.
- What shall I say? - Anything.
No, wait a minute.
- Yes, we'll see him. - Are you sure?
So soon after the session?
You can't... You can't, even with DK-5.
You can't wipe the mind blank!
You don't think so?
You haven't broken me. I’m still Frank Bowers!
Yes, well, we'll see, won't we?
- Frank, he's not-- - Don't interfere!
Come on, Frank.
All yours, Sergeant.
I don't think that what I have to say
is for your patient's ears, Dr. Bowers.
I want him to face the truth.
Yes, sir, but--
Truth is an essential part of the therapy, Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
Well, the fingerprints took us to Borstal, sir.
- His name is Peter Johnson. - Peter Johnson?
An aggressive psychopath with a long case history,
and there's reference to the father
as well, sir, brutality.
Battered baby syndrome?
Yes, that's just what it's got here.
Apparently that was at the root of his
maladjustment.
Yes, and there's a photograph, too, sir.
Apparently,
Peter Johnson had a pronounced scar.
It’s pretty ugly as you can see, sir.
Let me see that.
It’s me, but it's been retouched.
I haven't got a scar.
[child's voice] No! No! No!
But you have, sir.
- That's from my accident. - Oh, yes.
Go on, Sergeant, anything else?
Yes, sir. For the past seven years,
he's been in and out of mental institutions.
It’s all here in the file, sir.
Good.
He has never had a regular job, sir,
and the odd times that he's been out of hospital,
he's lived as a tramp.
That's the usual case of vagrancy, sir,
poor education, but a very high IQ.
Yes, I was wondering about that.
There's plenty more, sir. GBH, larceny.
That's all part of the psychosis, Sergeant.
If you leave the file with me, I’ll look into it.
Yes, sir.
Couldn't you've been more original?
Original?
I didn't expect Sergeant Greene to say
that I was Frank Bowers, but I hoped for something
more than a psychopathic tramp.
Indeed.
Logic, mate, when a psychiatrist flips,
he doesn't become a psychopathic tramp!
I never said you were a psychiatrist.
You were the one who invented that identity.
Sergeant Greene's report states officially
that you're Peter Johnson.
Sergeant Greene is part of the conspiracy!
Very well then, let's assume that Sergeant Greene and l
invented the identity of Peter Johnson.
- Lets. - Why should we?
- You tell me. - No, you tell me,
- you're the psychiatrist. - I don't know, do I?
You don't know because we had no reason
to invent it, it's the truth.
- Indoctrination! - Face it, man.
- You're Peter Johnson! - Look, shut your face!
Your accent, can you hear it?
- What accent? - Cockney. You're slipping.
- I’m not! - Oh, yes, you are.
You can't fool me, Peter Johnson!
No!
[smashing]
There you are, reverting to psychotic behaviour.
You're provoking me.
Yes, I am.
I had to.
But that's enough for now. Penny, he should rest.
[whispering] Come on.
- He's getting at me. - He's trying to help you, too.
Uh, just a moment. Dr. Bowers...
Not now, Sergeant.
He was violent, sir, and you saw it.
I’ve treated hundreds like him.
Yes, all the same, sir,
I’ll look after him now. It'll be safer all round.
Sergeant, is he officially certified?
No, sir.
Then how do you propose to take him?
By force?
[ticking]
[clock chiming]
[rattling]
The memory, it came back!
- Not altogether. - It did!
The fear, the terror, even the accent.
Agreed, but--
Well, doesn't that mean that DK-5 could fail?
Not necessarily.
Oh, you and your beloved drug.
Look, Penny, all right, so the memory came back,
briefly, under the shock and stress of having
his identity constantly challenged.
Yes! And DK-5 failed.
A temporary setback, that's all.
- [Frank] Help! - It’s him.
Help...
Someone... Quick...
[groans] [door rattling]
[lock clicking]
[continues to groan]
- What have you done? - Come on.
- No, you've hurt him. - No, come on.
- Dr. Moore's bringing help. - I’m not leaving here.
All right. I’ll come back for you.
But keep that door locked.
Don't open it, whatever he says!
I won't be long.
[knocking] [Frank] Penny? Penny?
- Darling, are you all right? - Just about.
- He's gone. - Yes, I heard.
Now what?
Well?
It’s all right, everything's all right.
Now come on, sit down, have a drink.
The fingerprints, the photograph,
what did you find out?
Well, who is he?
Ex-colonial civil servant,
served in the Caribbean 20 years or so.
Name?
Frank Bowers.
Frank Bowers? How?
He...
Go on!
He's been dead for two years.
No!
They've given you the wrong information.
They double-checked.
Then he's been falsely reported dead.
Frank, listen to me.
I think your homecoming,
the excitement has been too much.
What are you talking about?
It’s disorientated you.
I should never have let you leave the hospital.
You think I'm imagining it all?
I think you're having hallucinations, Frank.
Do you know what they tried to do today?
They tried to make out that I had a history
as an aggressive psychopath.
- Frank... - And they nearly succeeded.
How?
They managed to suggest a childhood vision...
An inhuman father scarring him horribly.
[child's voice] No! No! No!
Frank, you could be having delusions.
It happens in cases like yours.
I mean, there was extensive brain damage.
I know all about cerebral injury.
All right then, whatever is going on,
leave me to deal with it.
You will need proper care and treatment back in hospital.
- Oh, l-- - I mean it.
ln a month, we'll make you...
You'll soon forget all about this,
you'll be a new man.
“We'll make...”
You, they've got at you, too.
Frank...
They've made you one of them.
Frank, don't be a fool, you're not well.
No?
I tell you, Liam, I think it's time I stop
listening to people who tell me that.
Where will you go? What can you do?
Save Penny. At least, I can save Penny.
- That's what I can do. - Frank!
A gun, sir? What sort of gun?
Shotgun.
Anything else missing?
Just the gun and cartridges?
All right, sir, thank you. We'll be in touch.
Well, I think we ought to call it off.
- Yes. - Not yet.
Look, by using DK-5, we've made the poor fellow
believe that he is someone else. You, in fact.
Now, we've tested that belief under maximum
possible stress.
We've made him think he was the victim
of a fantastic damn conspiracy,
with fake murders, false identity reports
about dead colonial civil servants
and God knows what, lie after bloody lie.
We've contrived the most horrific situations,
the full paranoia pattern, in fact.
We've challenged the poor man's identity to the limit.
Yes, but--
It’s been the most useful field experiment,
and almost completely successful.
The only thing we haven't been able to do
is to completely eradicate the memory of his father.
I still maintain, if we persevere,
in the final phase, he'll wipe that memory out himself!
How can you say that?
You pump his subconscious mind,
fill a whole lot of photographs and phrases under narcosis,
pictures from somebody else's past,
and you expect that to overlay
the memory of a traumatic scalding that--
Yes, if we go on with DK-5!
No, Frank. We've already shown how DK-5
can help to rehabilitate a psychopath
as a useful member of society, isn't that enough?
What are you doing here, Liam?
Have you come to have a look for yourself?
You, you're dead.
Dead.
Dead?
What are you talking about, Frank?
- I saw your body in the water-- - No, Frank.
- No, it was an hallucination. - No.
Frank.
Frank, give me the gun.
No.
I’m taking you back to hospital.
The gun, Frank. Come on.
Come on, Frank, give him the gun.
No! Now, get over there, all of you.
Move!
Penny.
Penny...
Give it to me.
I won't harm you.
Penny, help me.
Yes, dear, yes-- Frank!
I’m not leaving you here, not with them.
Look, you have to try and understand.
They're doctors, psychiatrists.
They've been giving you this new form of treatment.
Can't you see? We're trying to help you.
[knocking]
Johnson, think what you're doing.
I’m not Johnson. Now get over there.
Look, be sensible, man.
Now come along, Johnson, give me that gun.
I’m telling you, I’m not Peter Johnson.
I am Frank Bowers.
[child's voice] No!
No! No!
Shut up!
[child screaming]
I am Frank Bowers!
- Johnson! - Sergeant, listen to me...
Yes, of course, you're Frank Bowers.
Sergeant Greene here has made a mistake, Frank.
What do you mean?
Please, Sergeant, leave this to us.
Penny, I’m trying to save you.
We can get away.
[father's voice] Shut up!
[child screaming]
I am your husband, Penny!
Please, do as they say, please.
I’ll explain it to you when you get better.
Please, Frank, give Sergeant Greene the gun.
I’m Frank Bowers. There can't be two of us.
- No! - Penny, get out of the way!
[father's voice] Shut up!
[child screaming]
If I’m not your husband, Penny, then who--
Shut up!
Who am I?
What am I, Penny?
You're a sick man, you need treatment.
[child screaming]
No!
If I’m not Frank Bowers,
if Penny's not my wife...
...then I’m nobody...
...nothing!
Don't! [echoes of child screaming]
[gunshot]