Hangover Square

Look!

It's old Ogilby's place.

Call the fire department!

Hey, look where

you're going, can't ya?

Here! What's the idea

of walking into me like that?

- Is something the matter, sir?

- Is he drunk?

Are you feeling badly, sir?

No, I'm... I'm all right now.

Thank you.

That... That's blood!

Look! You can see

the fire from here.

Oh, here you are, George.

We were beginning to wonder

what happened to you.

You didn't come home

last night, did you?

Oh, no.

I stayed with some friends.

We found the door open,

so we came in.

How did you get that cut?

I bumped into a man carrying

some baskets a little while ago.

- I'll get something to clean it.

- You sure you're all right?

- Yes, of course.

- Hmm.

Barbara's just been playing me

the opening of your new concerto.

The best work

you've ever done.

I always felt

you were very gifted.

I've been waiting for you

to do something like this.

As you know, in December I have

a series of musical soirees in my house.

Now I'd like to include

a new and modern work.

So, if you can

finish this in time?

Naturally you'll be at the piano.

Well?

- And you'd be conducting, Sir Henry?

- Yes.

I'm enormously complimented.

Of course everything depends

on how you complete it.

You're already established as a musician.

If this concerto is successful...

it could mean international recognition

of all your work.

I'd like to help bring that about.

Thank you, sir.

That's all I have to say.

Put everything else aside, my dear boy.

- Finish it.

- I'm so pleased.

So am I. Good heavens!

I shall be late for the philharmonic.

I think I've just time

to see you home.

- Perhaps George will, if you're late.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

- Good-bye, Father.

- Good-bye!

- Good-bye, sir, and thank you.

- You've been exceedingly kind.

- Not at all.

I don't know how

I shall ever thank you.

There's no need.

Barbara...

I didn't stay

with friends last night.

You mean that

it's happened again?

I don't know where I've been

or what I've done.

I remember having gone out

last evening...

and then nothing more until

I found myself a while ago over in Fulham.

There's the whole day missing.

Did you... do anything this time?

Not that I can recall.

Where could I have got this?

- I'll throw it away.

- No.

I'll keep it.

Read all about the Fulham murder!

A man stabbed to death,

house set afire.

Is he shouting

something about Fulham?

Paperboy!

Yes, sir?

Here you are, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Here you are! Paper! Fulham murder!

Man stabbed to death in Fulham!

Read all about

the Fulham murder!

Fulham.

Isn't that where you were?

Could I have done this?

Oh, no.

Barbara...

something's happened lately.

These moods are getting

deeper and longer.

I mean, 24 hours.

Barbara, I'm going

to Scotland Yard.

- To the police?

- No.

I know of someone there,

a Dr. Middleton.

My own doctor suggested him.

He's very brilliant

with new ideas about the mind.

I think he may be

able to help me.

I've got to go

to see him now.

- If you go, I'll go with you.

- No.

Please, George.

I want to.

All my life I've had

black little moods...

but just for a minute or two.

I've never known anything

like the one I've just had...

and certainly nothing

that's lasted a whole day.

Have you been

working very hard?

He works day and night.

You see, he's writing a concerto,

and I'm sure he wouldn't eat sometimes...

if our housekeeper

didn't send meals across to him.

What I really want to know is...

would I be likely to do anything criminal

during one of these moods?

What makes you ask that?

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