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in the whole place. Don't you, Mr. Pearce?

Absolutely.

Sometimes, I blame Hesther.

She brought him to me.

But of course, that's nonsense.

What is he but a last straw?

A last symbol. That's all.

I was ripe for the confrontation.

Alan Strang, Doctor.

Ah, thank you.

Hello.

My name's, uh, Martin. Yours is Alan.

Won't you sit down?

For today, I just want a few simple facts.

Uh, is... is this your full name?

Alan Strang?

And you're 17, is that right? 17?

You work in an electrical shop

during the week.

Electrical and kitchenware.

Well?

Double Your Pleasure

Double your fun.

With Double-good, Double-good

doublemint gum.

Yes.

Now let's see, you live with your parents,

and your father's a printer.

What sort of things does he print?

Double Your Pleasure

Double your fun.

With Double-good, Double-good

doublemint gum

I mean, does he do leaflets, calendars?

Things like that?

Try the taste of martini.

The most beautiful drink in the world.

It's the bright one

The right one, that's martini

I wish you'd sit down if

you're going to sing.

Don't you think you'd be more comfortable?

There's only one "T" in typhoo.

In packets and in teabags, too.

Any way you make it

You'll know that it's true.

There's only one "T" in typhoo.

That's a good song.

I like that better than the other two.

Sing that one again.

Double Your Pleasure

Double your fun.

With Double-good, Double-good.

Now, listen.

This is not a loony bin. It's not a prison.

If you behave yourself,

you'll have a reasonably all right time.

If you don't, you'll be packed off

to a mental hospital,

and you'll find things

much more restricted.

So it's up to you.

You'll be seeing me every day.

Your session will last exactly 45 minutes.

And I expect you to be absolutely on time.

All right?

By the way...

Which of your parents is it who won't allow

you to watch television?

Mother?

Father?

Or is it both?

Come in, David.

Uh, take Strang, here, on a tour of the...

Hospital, before lunch.

You'll find it quite pleasant.

There's a piano room,

a darkroom for photographers,

even a television room.

3 nights later, I had

this very specific dream.

In it, I am a chief

priest in Homeric Greece.

I'm wearing a wide gold mask,

all noble and bearded,

like the so-called mask of Agamemnon,

found at Mycenae.

I'm standing by a thick, round stone,

holding a sharp knife.

In fact, I'm officiating in some

immensely important ritual sacrifice

on which depends the fate of the crops,

or of a military expedition.

The sacrifice is a herd of children,

about 500 boys and girls

stretching in a long queue,

across the plain of Argos.

I know it's Argos, because of the red soil.

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