Just so I’ve got this straight, you- you witnessed the murder last night, but you believe this was a vision from the past, the murder of a young woman in the mid to late 1960s by a man you believe to be her pimp.
Yeah.
You're an art student, correct?
Uh, fashion.
Have you ever taken any hallucinogens? Acid, mushrooms, mescaline?
We’re not gonna get you into trouble if you have.
Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but I’m not on drugs. I don’t take anything.
You were at a party before. Could somebody have slipped you something? Maybe somebody bought you a drink? Get these down you.
Uh, no. No, it- it... it started before last night. When I was sober, I saw landmarks in my dreams, details of nightclubs, places that I’d never been to before, and then I saw those details in real life. I know something bad happened to this girl, ’cause I have these visions, these visions of the past. Ever since I moved to London, I keep seeing Sandie. Th- That’s the murdered girl.
Have you only been here a short time?
A few weeks.
London, well, it can be a lot. Maybe it would help if you spoke to someone.
Look, please just listen to me!
Is there a history of s- schizophrenia or mental health issues in your family?
I know who the killer is. It’s her boyfriend, uh, and her pimp, Jack. I’ve seen him in the present day. Look, there’s this man I’ve seen around Soho who follows me. The first time I saw him outside one of those models places, he didn’t take much notice of me, but he did suddenly take notice when I changed my hair to the same style as Sandie’s, the murdered girl.
What, this hairdo? Look... look, my point is I’ve seen Jack. I’ve seen the killer as an old man around Soho.
Can you narrow down "around Soho"?
He drinks at The Toucan.
I think we’ve got all we need.