Good morning, sir.
It's a damn strange business, Tom.
A man literally shredded to death right in the heart of London.
That's the last one.
Bats appearing out of nowhere... I don't know, it just doesn't make sense.
Nasty-looking little blighters, aren't they?
Seen them in Mandalay. Suck your throat dry, they would.
Well, that's where they belong, in the tropics, not here.
All right, take them off to the laboratory. And have them checked for rabies.
- Now, Morgan... - Yes, sir?
- Where the hell are you? - Up here.
I want you to question the butler again. There may be something he overlooked.
Very good, sir.
Remember when you were in Scotland last week?
There was another surgeon who died. A Dr. Thornton.
- What about him? - It's how he died. This reminded me of it.
He was stung... To death by bees in his library.
Bees in his library?
That's right. The place must've been swarming with 'em.
I've got the file on my desk.
You should've seen his face. The whole flesh was a mass of... well, boils.
- Boils? - All over. Stings, I suppose.
I wonder if there is a connection.
Well, I'll go through the file.
God knows what we've got. Two doctors, both dead...
Oh, don't take him out like that! At least cover his face up.
What's left of it.
Good God. Nobody told me this was a masked affair.
For me?
How very elegant.
But, my dear fellow...
...it's beautiful.
I say, jolly fine party, what?
Don't believe we've met. My name's Hargreaves. Dr. Hargreaves.
I'm a psychiatrist, actually. Head shrinker.
I say, would you mind? Some fancy catch.
Much obliged. Now, point me towards the ladies.
Thank you.
I say, is that you, Freda?
This mask is jolly tight.
Absolutely not. We're short-staffed as it is...
...and you want more men to charge off on one of your half-baked theories?
- Medical men die every day. - I'm aware of that, sir.
They're flesh and blood, like you and I.
I'm aware of that too. I've seen rather a lot of their flesh and blood lately.
And another thing - suppose the press get hold of this?
Don't talk to me about the press, Trout. Keep your ideas to yourself on that one.
Mention this to the press and they'd whip up a panic story overnight.
There'd be an uproar.
- It was not my intention. - It's certainly not mine.
I want no statements.
Can you imagine what they'd make of bats, bees and... And what?
- Frogs. - Exactly.
Why don't you go and reread Aesop's Fables?
Perhaps you'll come up with a more pertinent theory. That's all.
Three men have died, all in the medical profession.
- Does that not suggest... - No, it damn well doesn't.
Some very strange people practice medicine these days.
- Dr. Longstreet? - Agh...
- Mrs. Frawley. - I'm off.
- You're what? - Off.
Oh, yes. Yes.
Sure you don't mind me having the evening off?
No, no. I shall rather enjoy it. I mean, have a good time.
- I've got you some cold brawn. - Oh, that sounds delicious.
I won't be back late. I'll be back before midnight.
You don't have to hurry - you won't turn into a pumpkin.
I don't know, though.
Mrs. Frawley!
Dr. Longstreet, we are naughty, aren't we?
Haven't touched our supper, have we?
- And what is this? - This? Well, it's...
Oh, I see what you mean. It's a new thing on the market. It keeps out draughts.
Dra...
I'm... I'm Dr. Longstreet, you know.
Who's this?
- How did it go, Harry? - It didn't.
It came to a grinding halt. All he's worried about is the press.
They've been on, of course.
I've killed it, don't worry. I'm sitting on the lab reports.
I don't care what the old man says, Tom. There is a definite pattern here.
- Is there anything in there? - It's correspondence, family...
- What does it tell us? - They have one thing in common.
If you say they all died mysteriously, I'll kill you.
- Vesalius. - What?
Dr. Vesalius.
- Funny name. Who the hell's he? - They all worked for him.
And, judging by this, were fairly close associates.
Good. What else?
Nothing.
Nothing?
After 24 hours diligent research, that is all you have discovered?
Well, do we have an address for this man?
An address...
Damn it all, Tom, where does he live?
- He's through here, sir. - Thank you very much.
Father? Father, there's someone to see you.
Inspector Trout.
- From Scotland Yard. - Detective inspector.
Good evening, sir.
I'm sorry to intrude like this, but it is a very urgent matter.
I thought you might be of some assistance to us, sir.
How?
Three men...
Three men in your profession have all died in the past week.
...in most unusual circumstances.
Inspector, men in my profession die every day.
- You have your foot on my pliers. - I'm sorry.
Do the names Hargreaves, Thornton and Dunwoody mean anything to you, sir?
- It's hard to believe. - I'm sure of that, sir.
But can you think of anything at all that would relate to the killing of these men?
Nothing. Nothing.
Only last week I was talking to Thornton.
Hello?
Yes, he is.
It's for you.
Thank you.
Hello. Trout.
I see. Where's that?
Yes, all right. Ten minutes.
Did you know Dr. Longstreet?
You heard a what?
Well, a violin or a cello or something.
At half past two in the morning, woman? In the street?
Yes. I told you. Don't keep on at me.
I'm sorry.
Like I said, I heard it. Then there was this car door banging.
I couldn't get off to sleep, so I came down to find some aspirins.
The door was open a bit and as I looked through, there he was.
- And then I rang for you lot. - And that's all?
Well, that's enough for one night.
I mean, look at him. All white and everything.
There's nothing, except this. And, uh, that.
Ah, now...
Do you recognize this, madam?
Uh-uh. Fingerprints.
No. It's not mine. And it's certainly not his.
That's all for now. We'll come back in the morning and take a full statement.
- Thank you, Mrs.? - Frawley.
He was a nice man. Good to me, in his own sort of way.
Yeah... You were his...
...housekeeper?
Whoever did it must've been a real pro. He's as dry as a bone.
That is his bone. Poor devil - I bet he was conscious when it happened.
- Do you think it's the same... - I don't think any more, Tom.
This is the object in question, sir.
- Dear me, you've broken it. - What, sir?
It's incredible the amount of vandalism these days.
I make something like this, a thing of beauty...
- You did make it? - Of course.
- I wished to establish that, sir. - That's my mark on the back.
Can you tell me a little bit about it, sir?
Yes, certainly. It's one of a very unusual set.
- A set? There's more than one? - Of course. It's a set.
- How many in the set, sir? - Ten.
- Ten? - Ten.
Were they all the same?
Of course not. Would you want ten amulets looking exactly the same?
Each had a different symbol.
I see. Well, who ordered the set?
- It was a lady. - A woman, eh?
No. A lady.
I remember the occasion well. She came in, gave me a set of working drawings...
...she paid half the cost there and then in cash...
...and the other half later.
She was delighted with them - as well she might be.
That's beautiful craftsmanship, you know. Could I take another look at it?
One more question, if I might, sir. What did she look like?
She was a tall... Attractive... Young lady.
She didn't speak much, as I remember.
- But she was... - Smart, sir?
Fashionable.
Ah. Yes, sir.
Can you tell me anything else about her?
No, I don't think so. Aren't you going to write down "fashionable"?
- I think I can remember that. - Oh, good.
No, she didn't stay very long. And then there was the money to be counted.
Yes...
Thank you, sir. I'm sorry to take up so much of your valuable time.
Reasonably valuable, yes.
- Good day, sir. - Good day, Inspector Pike.
- Trout, sir. - Yes, of course.
Oh, by the way... Psst, psst...
Sir?
That sign, that mark on the amulet...
I don't know whether this is of any assistance, but it is, I believe, Hebrew.
Thank you very much, sir.
Hebrew.
This is it, sir.
It's a Hebrew symbol for blood.
- Oh, I see. - Part of the G'tach.
- The what, sir? - The G'tach.
The ten curses visited upon the Pharaohs before Exodus.
- Here, I'll show you. - Thank you, sir.
They were all ancient maledictions.
Solemn curses, anathemas...
wished upon the Pharaohs for keeping the Israelites in bondage.
Ah, here it is.
But all this would just be myth, of course, sir?
- Oh, I think not. - No?
No. There is little doubt that the plagues did occur -
...though so distant now as to seem a myth.
I see. What form would the curses take, sir?
Oh, such as the curse of boils, of bats...
- Frogs? - Frogs, yes. And the curse of blood...
I see, sir, yes...
These ten curses - would they follow any particular order?
That is a point Talmudic scholars have debated for generations.
But there is no doubt that the classical tradition is the curse of boils...
...bats, frogs, the curse of blood, the curse of rats...
...hail, of beasts, the locusts of course...
...the death of the first-born...
...and then, finally, of darkness.
- Darkness, Rabbi? - Yes.
The final curse upon the land.
To end for ever the sleep of man.
My love...
...sweet queen and noble wife...
I alone remain to bring delivery of your pain.
Severed, my darling, too quickly from this life.
...of fires drawn and of memories met.
I shall hold our two hearts again in single time.
I have prepared a little mathematical equation for you, Inspector.
These files represent all of the surgical cases.
...on which I have served over a decade - Some 1200.
As you know, modern surgery is all a matter of teamwork...
...sometimes involving a dozen or more people - interns, residents, specialists...
Quite so, sir.
Now, ruling out all the cases that are over five years old -
...the year that Dr. Dunwoody, our bat victim, resumed his practice in London -
...that leaves us 37 cases on which I worked with any two of the four now-dead men.
A scant dozen with three...
...but only one...
...just one case...
where I worked with all of them.
"Victoria Regina Phi-bes. "
I think they called it Phibes.
"Victoria Regina Phibes. Born November 27th, 1893...
...married, no children. Diagnosis: Immediate radical resection. "
- Well, what happened? - We were too late.
Nine killed you.
Nine shall die, and be returned your loss.
Nine times nine.
Nine killed you.
Nine shall die.
Nine eternities in doom!
- Very attractive. - Quite beautiful.
A strange presence, even in death.
- And the husband? - Dr. Anton Phibes.
He was in Switzerland. We cabled him.
But, as he raced back, his car went off the cliff and he was burned to death.
Are you quite sure of that, sir?
I know it must be a tempting theory for you...
...but they were interred at the same time in the family vault just outside London.
- Were they fond of each other? - They seemed so. Completely devoted.
Of course, you realize what your equation proves.
Some madman has condemned the whole surgical team for her death.
Everybody in this list here - including yourself.
Obviously you'll put the remaining people involved under police protection.
Although, heaven knows, from what?
From the G'tach, sir - if you know what that is.
Isn't that the... Curse of the Pharaohs?
That's right, sir. Someone is using these ancient biblical curses.
...to kill everyone associated with the Phibes operation.
But the husband's dead, there's no children, so who are we looking for?
There's a young lady in trouble, Benson. See if you can help her out.
Hello, what have we got here?
Ah. Needing some help, miss?
Hail, rats, beast, locusts - Take your pick.
Or there's death of the first-born, and darkness.
- Darkness? - Yes, darkness.
- Coffee. - Thank you.
On this list of Vesalius', five people are in danger.
- There's Hedgepath, Kitaj... - It's pronounced "Kit-eye".
...Whitcombe, the woman Nurse Allen and Vesalius himself.
I've located everybody else, but so far we can't find... Kitaj. We think he's in Europe.
What about the Phibes estate in Switzerland?
The insurance and bank accounts were closed after his death.
- So his money's still over there? - No.
Two years ago the bulk of it was transferred here.
- To whose account? - I don't know.
But later it was withdrawn by a woman, in cash.
In fact, the whole estate was transferred into her name.
A woman.
- Tall, attractive, hardly speaks a word? - Right.
Now I'm very interested in her.
# It's a quarter to three.
# There's no one in the place.
# Except you and me.
# So set 'em up, Joe.
# I've got a little story.
# I think you ought to know
# We're drinking, my friend.
# To the end of a brief episode.
# So make it one for my baby.
# And another one...
# For the road.
Over here, Inspector. We found him beside the road, sir.
He's in shock. You won't get much out of him, poor devil.
- Well, what happened to him? - Well...
- I see. Is that the car? - Yes, sir.
We traced the owner. A man called Hedgepath.
- Dr. Hedgepath? - What's all this?
He's in the back, sir.
It's frozen solid.
A curse of hail. In the bloody middle of nowhere!
Take a look at this, sir.
He worked it off the motor.
He brought the internal temperature down to at least 100° below zero.
- Mercifully, he didn't feel much, sir. - Like hell he didn't.
Check.
- Check. - Huh? Oh.
Well done. Go up to bed.
It's not mate, father. You can still move.
Oh, well, we'll finish tomorrow, Lem.
Up you go.
- You wouldn't like to hear some... - I'm not very good company tonight.
I must play to you tomorrow. Old Darrow put me onto it. It's a super piece.
Darrow.
You know, the chap at the music shop.
I always thought he was a bore, but what a fantastic memory he's got.
Get him talking about the great organists...
Bridges, Drew and Phibes, he knew 'em all.
Anyway, 'night, Dad.
Good night.
Mr. Darrow.
Mr. Darrow, did you know this man?
Excuse me, Mr. Darrow? Did you know this man?
Sixpence.
Yes, but did you know him?
- God knows what the old chap meant. - He couldn't tell you anything else?
He kept insisting in his strange way that Phibes has been his patron for years.
And still is.
- He didn't tell you what he looks like? - Oh, he's blind as a...
Well, he can hardly see at all.
There's something I very much want to have a look at. May I use your phone?
- What do you expect to find here? - We've drawn a blank everywhere else.
Fools. Fools!
They'll have the worms soon enough.
What happened to the Phibes estate?
That's complicated, sir.
It seems he had money invested all over Europe. We're still investigating.
- Where did he get all those degrees? - That I can tell you.
He took a degree in music in Germany at Heidel...
...berg.
- And another one in Paris at the... - Sorbonne?
Yes. Now that was a PhD in theology.
Theology? That rather neatly explains his knowledge of the Old Testament.
The G'tach, sir.
Open up, please.
Does anyone ever visit this place?
Well, someone has.
Are you sure that...
Well, here he is. Anton Phibes.
Right next to his wife.
Let's take a look.
- Notice that smell. - Roses?
- More like formaldehyde. - Mind your fingers.
Careful.
There. Ashes. Anton Phibes. Now are you satisfied?
Well, I'm not sure that I am really, sir.
Think. All this proves is that somebody was incinerated in that car crash.
- The Swiss police told us that. - Exactly.
But suppose that somebody was not Phibes at all, but his chauffeur.
- And Phibes is back in London? - Just like the old man told you.
She was not incinerated. Let's have a look at her.
My love, my sweet queen...
...my noble wife...
...severed too quickly, too cruelly from this life.
I remain and suffer to bring delivery of your pain...
...of fires drawn and of memories met.
Soon we shall hold our two precious hearts in single time.
This one here, Kitaj, or however you pronounce it...
Schenley's on his way down there?
Crow! I've been looking for you.
This is most unsettling. Thank God the press haven't picked up on it.
- We've managed to withhold most... - But if the press do get hold of this...
- We'd have a disaster on our hands. - What the hell d'you think we've got now?
If we're not careful, there'll be questions in the House.
This whole thing's a political time bomb.
We're all of us as vulnerable as hell. Especially me.
- My men are working as hard as they can. - Not hard enough! Come with me.
- And you... What's your name? - Trout, sir.
Trout. Why are you standing there? Where's your jacket?
Get out there! There's a madman out there and I want him brought in! Now!
- All right, Harry? - OK.
- OK, Dr. Kitaj, brakes on. - Brakes on.
- Throttle closed. - Throttle closed.
- Switches off. - Switches off.
- Throttle set. - Throttle set.
- Contact. - Contact.
Yup...
Agh!
- You should've driven faster! - Faster?
- I got there before the locals. - Yeah, but after the crash.
I was going over 90 mph. I thought the damn thing was going to explode.
- Whose car is it, by the way? - God knows.
I got the call about Kitaj and got the fastest car I could see.
But it is one of ours?
It must be. There's a police book in the front.
Needs a good service now, though. A couple of the oil seals have gone.
- Hey, you! What's-your-name, Pike! - Trout, sir.
Why has my car been moved?
Yes...
- Is it your car, sir? - Of course it is!
It's not to be moved at all, not even pushed. Understand?
- Perfectly, sir. - The engine's not run in yet.
Have we located this fellow Kitaj yet?
Pronounced "Kit-eye", sir.
Well, I wanted to talk to you about him. You see...
I'll expect your report in the morning. I can't wait now.
I say, any more news on this fellow Pheebes?
Phibes, sir.
Are you in the habit of contradicting your superiors, Bream?
We are onto him, sir.
Where are you concentrating the search? Where was he last seen?
- Highgate, sir. - Highgate. Good. Whereabouts?
- The cemetery, sir. - The cemetery?
- Yes, sir. That's where he's buried. - Good. Well done, Perch.
- And this nurse? - Nurse Allen. I've got men at the hospital.
- Vesalius? - He's covered too.
- That just leaves that fellow... - Dr. Whitcombe.
We're taking him to the country for a few days, if he'll come.
If he'll come?
I appreciate your concern, Sergeant...
...but I owe it to my patients to be back in London within the week.
Of course, Doctor. I guarantee we'll have you back within a few days.
Inspector Trout, sir.
I must say, I feel rather like a head of state!
Right, now careful, son. Easy does it. I think it's a left-hand thread.
Yes, it is.
Shh.
It's coming...
Gentlemen, can't we have a little quiet in this club?
It's brass!
He's cast the thing in bloody brass!
It appears to have been fired by a catapult, sir.
Oh, brilliant.
Where can we find two better hemispheres...
without sharp north...
without declining west?
My face in thine eye...
...thine in mine appears...
...and true, plain hearts...
...do in the faces rest.
Within 24 hours my work will be finished.
And then, my precious jewel, I will join you in your setting.
We shall be reunited for ever.
...in a secluded corner of the great Elysian field...
...of the beautiful beyond.
70 men are on this case, trying to find a man who, according to you, is buried.
- One of Trout's theories, sir. - Theories? Trout's practice concerns me!
- I'm talking about you. - Sir?
It seems that with immaculate precision.
...you've been arriving on the scene just after the victim's death.
This time, due no doubt to an organizational oversight...
...you arrived before the crime.
But, as I've come to expect, that made little difference. It was still committed.
A brass unicorn has been catapulted across a London street.
...and impaled an eminent surgeon. Words fail me, gentlemen.
- Excuse me. - Where are you off to now?
- The lavatory. - Highly appropriate.
- Evening, Constable. Everything normal? - Nothing to report, sir.
The whole place is completely sealed. It's as simple as that.
"Simplicity" isn't exactly the word I'd use in dealing with this man, Inspector.
I've got half the Yard, plus some of the local boys, and a small mobile unit here.
I've got cars all-round the place, and, of course, some plain-clothes men.
So, unless he drops in on us from above in a balloon -
which I wouldn't put past him -
...she should be safe.
Supposing... He's in the building already?
I hope he is. Cos if he's in, he can't get out and we've got him.
After all, he has killed seven people in the last 14 days.
- Dr. Vesalius. - Ah.
What are you doing here? You're not involved in this charade, I hope?
I am afraid I am, Nurse.
These men have told me I must not leave the hospital.
- For your own... - Why me? Just what is going on here?
Please, go to your room. We'll have your supper sent up.
- I've already eaten. Now... - Inspector Trout is doing his best.
Please, you must go to your room and stay there for at least 24 hours.
Don't say a word, please. I know just what your feelings are.
The police have reason to believe...
What do the police have reason to believe, Doctor?
Do you remember assisting me in an operation four years ago?
Yes.
In connection with that, the police believe a man is going to try to kill you.
- Kill me? - Yes. Within a few hours.
I'm sorry.
I don't know how you expect me to sleep with this going on.
I suggest you take a sleeping pill.
- Good night. - Good night!
There is one aspect of this situation we have not yet explored.
Oh, don't worry, sir.
Sooner or later he'll get stopped by the oldest snag of all: Human error.
- Human error won't stop him. - Why? What do you mean?
He's had years to hide, to plot this damnable thing.
He's compelling himself to follow exactly the classic death pattern of the G'tach.
It's a psychic force that holds the man together, this maniacal precision.
If we could just throw it off, interrupt the cycle...
...then he might be stopped - by his own inflexible standards.
Three curses left.
Yes...
Of course, the thought does occur, if you'll pardon the liberty...
...that it could be your turn tonight.
I've considered that.
I have a feeling that I'll be last. After all, I was chief surgeon on the case.
If he keeps to the pattern, it should be the darkness for you.
Though heaven knows what that could be.
Have you considered the death of the first-born, sir?
The fact that my older brother is dead.
...should surely exclude me from that particular curse.
Well, I am going to remain by your side until we apprehend this man.
- Thank you. - Not at all, sir. It...
What about your first-born?
Schenley! Take the doctor home, put a guard on his house and report back here.
The sergeant will take you, sir.
The back door was hanging off. Lock had been forced.
A struggle upstairs, by the look of it. The lad's been taken all right.
Stay here with Vesalius. I'll get back to Trout.
Poor little devil.
- The boy's gone. - Oh, no! Any sign of Phibes?
None at all.
We'll check Nurse Allen and get over there.
- How's he taking it? - Vesalius? You can imagine.
Open it. Slowly.
Soon, Victoria, soon...
...but one world to possess...
...there to love and sleep again...
...in our own eternal paradise.
We're doing everything we can, sir.
Perhaps a brandy might help.
There must've been some way I could have prevented this.
Hello?
Who's there?
Nine killed her.
Nine shall die.
Is that you, Phibes?
Phibes? Phibes?
Eight have died.
Soon to be nine.
Nine eternities in doom.
Phibes, I must see you.
Where are you, Phibes? I must speak...
Phibes, where is my son?
The organ plays till midnight.
The large house in Maldine Square.
Come alone.
I'm going alone. Perhaps he'll trade my life for my son's.
If you think you can reason with him, you're as mad as he is! We're coming too.
Your men's presence there could only accelerate the death of my son!
Sorry, I cannot allow you to go alone.
- My son's life is at stake! - We'll take every precaution...
...but I cannot allow you to go alone.
I am prepared to use force if necessary! I'm sorry, but you are my responsibility.
All right, Trout. I'll do whatever you say.
At least there's time to make a telephone call, I hope.
If you're quick, sir, yes.
Your brandy.
I'm sorry too, Trout.
Good evening, Dr. Vesalius.
I have come for my son.
He will die at midnight.
If you must take a life, take mine.
I will have killed nine times in my life, Dr. Vesalius.
How many murders can be attributed to you?
- None. I did not kill your wife. - No?
I tried to save her.
With a knife in your hand? Doctor, I have no faith in your profession.
I was told after my crash that I would never speak again.
The doctors were, of course, wrong.
For, as you see and can hear, I have used my knowledge of music and acoustics.
...to re-create my voice.
You don't have to remind me of your ingenuity, Dr. Phibes.
Where, where is my son?
May I give you one final reminder, Dr. Vesalius?
You will see your son under circumstances.
which may bring back memories to you.
- What is it you want? - The skill of your hands, Doctor.
I am giving your son the same chance that my wife had.
You need not be alarmed.
He has already been anaesthetized.
Your wife, no, Phibes. But you I will kill.
But you can't, Doctor.
I am already dead.
Your son needs you.
Sergeant!
Are you receiving me, Vesalius?
That is an x-ray of your son's ribcage.
You will see from it that a tiny key has been lodged close to his heart.
It will unlock the halter around your son's neck and will free the trolley.
If you are wondering why you need to free the operating table...
...then I suggest you look above his head, Doctor.
In a few moments, acid will be released into that tube.
It will creep down...
...slowly, inexorably.
It will take six minutes to reach the outlet over his face.
Exactly six minutes, Doctor.
Please hurry.
For God's sake!
Don't cry upon God, Dr. Vesalius.
He is on my side!
He led me, showed me the way in my quest for vengeance.
Not God, Doctor. Look to yourself.
Those hands, those skilled hands of yours.
You can be his only salvation.
Look above your son, Doctor.
Vulnavia, my work is nearly finished.
Go now, destroy all I have created.
Work faster, Doctor. The acid is descending.
My wife existed only six minutes on the operating table...
...and then she was dead.
- You murdered her. - No!
Murdered her!
But he will have what she did not... a second chance.
Perhaps your hands will shake and he too will die under your knife.
A few remaining minutes are all you have.
Because, when the acid reaches him...
...he will have a face like mine.
Follow me, men.
- Vesalius! Is the boy all right? - Yes.
Turn that damn thing off!
- We'll need an ambulance for Lem. - What about?
Right, you two get downstairs and bring that boy up here.
The rest of you, keep searching the house. We have got to find Phibes.
Where the hell is he?
- Where the devil did this come from? - What comes up must go down.
Brilliant.
No, don't touch it, sir. Much better leave it to us.
You never know, it could be a trap.
He's gone. Vanished.
That's bloody impossible.
That still leaves the final curse.
Darkness.
Well, he'll be working on it.
Wherever he is.
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