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- There you are, sir.

- Splendid.

- Thank you, sir.

Sir Clark!

- I'm sorry?

- Campbell Clark.

- George Durand.

Are you going north
of the border too?

- Only as far as Durham,

won't you join me, I have
an empty compartment.

- Oh, I'd be
delighted to join you.

This is a pleasant coincidence.

- I was actually expecting
a companion but sadly

he's missed the train.

- Oh, dear.

- These seats are vacant?

One of them is
possibly occupied but--

- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- Good lord, he's here.

Come along, Parfitt, don't
keep the whole crew waiting.

Oh, my goodness.

- It's alright, young
man, you've made it,

the fella hasn't
blown his whistle yet.

- Oh my,

Oh my goodness, I had
to run all the way from

the taxi cab wreck.

I say.

What's delayed you?

- Late supper with
Wooliten and Alburns.

Conversation got deep,

oh, I thought i
was gonna miss it.

Parfitt, do you
know Sir Campbell Clark?

- Only by reputation.

- Then allow me,
Sir Campbell Clark,

Canon Parfitt, Canon
Parfitt, Sir Campbell Clark.

- Ah, yes.

- It's a very great
honor for me, sir.

You've been causing
quite a stir, I believe.

- Only among the ignorant.

- So, here we all are.

- Yes, indeed.

How pleasant.

- I fancy we have a
quorum, don't you?

The law of the church and
the medical profession.

- Between us, we
could cover any ground

pretty completely, I fancy.

And indeed.

- Oh, I wonder, there is
another point of view, you know.

Meaning?

- The point of view of
the man in the street.

- Ah, the man in the street.

- As usual, the man in
the street is dozing.

You going all the way to
Edinburgh for the night,

Sir Campbell?

- I can never wait to get
back north of the border.

- You just sorted south to
sort us out, eh ?

- You'll be referring
to my lecture to

the Royal Scientific Society?

- Uh-huh.

- You were at it?

- Regrettably no.

They were in St. Albans though.

- You should have
been there, Durand,

I fancy it's more
your line of country,

the church and science never
did go hand in hand but

you men of the law
are more persuadable.

- I doubt that, Sir Campbell,
the legal mind requires

chapter and verse
like the church.

- We don't care for
change, it upsets us.

What was the gist
of your lecture?

- Dual personality.

- Of course, that' your
latest hobby horse, isn't it?

- Latest?

My lifetime's work,

they're all surfaces of
the mind rubbing together

causing terrible illness.

My subject was a poor
demented peasant girl, French,

her name was Felicie Bault.

I heard the name.

- Yes, she became
something of a celebrity.

Perfect example of
dual personality.

I was one of the doctors
lucky enough to study

her over several years,
extraordinary behavior pattern

was quite baffling.

My talk tonight was the
result of our findings.

Which were?

- Oh, you'd have to
understand the whole case.

Did you?

- I do beg your pardon, sir,
we thought you were sleeping.

- The man in the street
who always dosing, eh?

- Who are you?

- My name is Raoul Latarden.

- I feel I've seen
you somewhere before.

- Yes, yes, I was at your
lecture, Sir Campbell.

Ah, you're
a member of the society?

- Ah no, I am a
gentleman of the press.

- Oh yes.

I remember.

You expressed an opinion.

I did.

- I hope it was a good one.

Are we allowed to share it?

- I simply asked
the eminent doctor,

how could it possibly
have happened?

- That is a question
not an opinion.

- The opinion came later.

- I said that all the
doctors had been looking

in the wrong direction.

- A point of view of
the man in the street.

And is
our friend right?

- I don't think so.

- Well, you can't leave
it there, Campbell.

Come on, give us some facts.

- Very well,

Felicie Bault was a
Britain peasant girl.

From the age of five
she'd been brought up

by a charitable maiden
lady who ran a home

for destitute children
on the Brittany Coast

near Dinard.

Are these the kind of
facts you want, Durand?

- What happened to her?

- She committed suicide.

- No, no, before that?

- And was it, are you so sure?

Was it suicide?

- Of that there
can be no question.

- I question it.

- What else could it have been?

- Murder.

- Ah, over to me,

in what way did this unfortunate
woman meet her death?

- She strangled herself.

- Strangled herself?

- Is that possible?

- Her hands were around her
neck when she was found,

locked in the death grasp.

As herself, Felicie was
a dull, loutish girl,

stupid and slow witted but

in her 20s she suffered
what we can only describe

as a mental breakdown
and it was after that

that the other Felicie
began to appear.

- Was this sickened
persona very different?

- Oh, shockingly so,

Felicie Two, as we termed it,

spoke several languages,
played the piano passably well,

sang, danced, had the most
exquisite handwriting,

beyond comprehension, this
other creature knew things

that Felicie couldn't
possibly have known.

- It smells like a hoax to me.

Did she make money out of it?

- No.

Oh, she got a certain
amount of attention

she might have
enjoyed, nothing more.

- Enjoyed?

She didn't want attention.

For years, you
doctors, you experts,

you studied her, you
probed and prodded her.

- And where were you,
sir, that you know so

much about it?

Oh, I knew
Felicie very well.

- Ah.

- And Annette.

- Who?

- Who?

You say who.

Annette Ravel, the
beautiful Annette.

When I was 14, my parents
were killed in a train crash

and I went to Dinard.

I lived at that home.

- You lived there?

- Oh yes.

It was a cold house
with always a wind.

A narrow path led down
to a beach and road

led to the village.

There were 20 of us
children and the first one

I saw was Felicie Bault.

Mademoiselle came and met me
off the train from Reading.

It was the first
time I had met her.

All the arrangements for
my guardianship had been

made for me by the
authorities in Reading.

- Are you looking forward
to your new home, Raoul?

- Yes, Mademoiselle.

- You must work hard so
that you can be a credit

to us all.

- Yes, Mademoiselle.

- Are you quick and clever?

- I don't know, Mademoiselle.

- Look Raoul, here's
one of your new sisters.

Felicie, come and say
hello to your new brother.

She was plain and
clumsy and incredibly strong.

I remember on that first
day, she took my suitcase.

- Stop that at once, Felicie.

Hey.

- Felicie, no, it'll
be too heavy for you.

- It's mine, it's my case.

It was such an
inconsequential little act

and yet now, it seems
strangely typical of Felicie.

Part of her wanted to reach out

and another part
wanted to reject.

- You think dual personality
was manifest even then?

- No, no,

you're not understanding me.

They were separate then.

- They?

Who?

- No, no, no, let
him tell his story.

- Yes, do go on, please,
we're all attention.

- How strange.

What?

- To you, it's just a story.

Oddly enough, the three
of us spent so much

time together, I never recall
any of the other children,

just Felicie and
Annette and myself.

Catch
it, go on, catch it!

It was as though
the two girls, even then,

were drawn to each other
by some mutual contempt

and yes, and envy.

Annette had everything
to be envied

but Felicie had one thing
that Annette longed for,

though I didn't
realize at the time.

- Felicie!

- Bloody hell,

if she wants to play with
me, she must play the rules.

No, no, Raoul, don't
let her hurt me.

She's so big and strong,
like the oxen of the fields.

Don't let her hurt me.

And so she was.

Strong and healthy
and Annette was not.

Come here, come here,
you big fat doll.

Now, kneel down
and kiss my foot,

my beautiful dancer's foot.

Kiss it, Felicie,
you know you want to.

- Big fat doll,

I can make her do anything,
Raoul, I can, I can!

She was
that kind of a girl.

She sounds a
fairly unpleasant one to me.

- Yes, I 'm sure, that's
the way I make her sound

and if you go by the
bare facts then yes,

but Annette was so much more.

To begin with, she
was oh, very beautiful

and she became more
so as she grew older,

delicate looks, restless energy.

Felicie didn't have to
spend all her time with her

but she was drawn to her.

- Are you alright my dear sir?

- Sir Campbell, is he ill?

- Monsieur?

- You should have helped her.

She needed you.

- We helped Felicie Bault
all that we were able to.

No, no.

- Short of putting her
in a straight jacket.

- You don't understand.

Annette Ravel, it was that
summer that I really began

to notice her.

After a year, the grief
for my parents was

beginning to fade.

Indeed, ashamed to
tell, I almost blessed

their sudden deaths for
bringing me to the feet

of my adored Annette.

- Dear, dear, Raoul.

Dry my feet, Raoul,

put on my stockings,
over there, see?

Run for them.

Raoul, you're so sweet.

My mother would have liked you.

She was,

she knew so many young men.

They gave her presents.

Shall you give me
presents, Raoul?

A peridot pendent and a
diamond clasp, shall you?

Dear, sweet, handsome Raoul.

She was a dancer, you know,

very famous,

but I shall be more
so, shan't I Raoul?

I shall be very famous
and people shall come

from all over to see me dance.

I shall be the toast of Paris.

Oh, how I miss Paris.

That's Italian, Raoul,
do you speak Italian?

I do

and German,

Mother had a German lover
and an Italian prince

but she died and I had to
come to this beastly place

with all these brats
and poor Mademoiselle.

Oh, Raoul, Raoul,

put my stockings on.

Please, Raoul, my feet
are lovely and dry now,

please, Raoul?

Kiss me, Raoul.

But she was
only a child, you all were.

- A child?

Annette could never
have been a child

as you would have it.

From the earliest times,
she had fended for herself.

Annette's mother had
been a

and she'd been a dancer
and Annette's childhood

was spent backstage
in the Paris halls.

- How did she come
to be at the home?

- Are you still looking
for your facts Mr. Lawyer?

Annette's mother had died
of consumption and the man

she had been living with
abandoned the child.

- Where is Annette Ravel now?

- She's dead.

And
how did she die?

- Oh, that comes later.

- How aware of Felicie
of this other girl?

- She used to watch her,
morning, noon and night.

She was attracted to her
like a bird is attracted

to a stoat.

You
know that for a fact?

- Well, of course, I
knew Felicie very well.

We were both slaves, you see?

Hello, Felicie.

Where's Annette?

I thought she might
be practicing?

- She's not, is she?

- No.

Have you seen her?

- Thought she was
always where you were.

- She's not, is she?

- Monsieur Raoul?

- Felicie, you don't have
to keep calling me Monsieur.

- I saw you with you,
Monsieur, down on the beach,

don't wanna have to tell
Mademoiselle what I saw.

- You didn't see anything.

- She's beautiful, isn't she?

But weak, I'm strong,
Monsieur, I'm strong.

- I know, Felicie.

- Stronger than you even.

Stronger than her.

- What are you doing in
here all on your own, eh?

- Playing the piano, Monsieur.

- Go on then.

Felicie, Felicie, don't,
you'll upset Mademoiselle.

Felicie, quit.

- What's this noise?

Stop it, Felicie
, stop it!

You must not ruin that piano.

Shame on you, Raoul,
for encouraging her.

- I didn't, Mademoiselle.

- Stop that noise, Felicie.

- Felicie, Felicie,

don't spoil the piano.

Let me play for you.

* When winter's gone
and spring's returning *

* And hope and love
are born anew *

- That's better.

* For Normandy

This piano's not to be
used except by Annette.

One day she's going
to be a find singer

and go to the conservatoire.

Practice, Annette.

Practice makes perfect.

- Yes, Mademoiselle.

* And dream in vane
for in my dream *

Can you see me at
the conservatoire?

No thanks, old girl.

Not for me, musical
evenings with old fogies

whose wives sit prim
while thy lech you from

behind their big cigars.

- I love you, Annette.

I love you.

.

Don't paw me, Paul.

Keep your hands to yourself.

- But.

- What?

- Yesterday on the beach.

- That was yesterday.

- I was her slave or her
plaything, like Felicie.

Yes, perhaps we
were both her dolls,

sometimes she would favor me,

often she would not.

Usually I was wretched
but when she was kind,

I knew such happiness.

It was like that until
the day I left that house.

I never knew from one
day to the next whether

I was in favor or
not but with Felicie,

oh, she was much less subtle.

She despised her for her
looks, her clumsiness,

her dull, heavy ways
and yet she, Annette,

was also drawn to Felicie.

- Why?

- Felicie's strength
fascinated her

and her health, Annette's
cough was getting worse

and I think perhaps she knew.

- She inherited her
mother's consumption?

- Perhaps Mademoiselle
realized it,

I certainly did not.

Besides, I had other
matters to occupy my mind.

It had been decided I shall
go to the military academy.

Now, part of me
dreaded this decision,

another part of me welcomed it.

You see, I wanted to
get away, I had to,

my love for Annette
was becoming a torture

and she, on the other hand,
seemed less interested in me

or perhaps she really did
love me but was to young to,

it was the day of my departure

and I wanted to be
alone with Annette.

There was so much
that I wanted to say

but she had become more
and more aloof with me

while still wanting my company,

she rejected my advances.

- You're going to sleep.

It was a
trick that she had seen

performed on the halls

in her youth.

She said it was easy but I
didn't think it would work.

- Felicie?

Felicie?

- She's pretending.

- You think so?

- I don't care.

Let's go outside, I
have to leave soon.

- Lucky you.

God, I wish I could
get away from here.

Well, I will, don't you
worry, just as soon as,

Felicie?

I'm going to whisper
something in your ear

and you will do just
what I tell you.

Yes, Felicie, just what I say.

Felicie, Felicie, Felicie,
my doll, what are you doing?

What are you doing, Felicie?

- What does it look like?

- Does it taste good?

- Why, yes, it is the best
bread that I've ever tasted.

- Stop it, stop it, Annette.

It's inhumane.

, Felicie!

Wake up, wake up!

- What am I doing here?

- What do you suppose?

You were eating a candle.

I made you do it.

I can make you do anything.

You're my big, fat doll.

- You made me?

Yes.

I remember.

You made me look ridiculous.

- I didn't have
to try very hard.

- Annette.

- You're mine.

I can make you do anything.

- One day, Annette,

I'm going to kill
you, you'll see.

- It was only a joke.

- Kill you, one day.

I will.

Innocence of
a child is a divine gift,

the very structure of
the bible relies upon it.

- Oh, Parfitt, humbug,
old boy, humbug,

you're not a father,
I am, little tykes,

the lot of them, give
them half a chance.

This girl was dragged
up from the gutter.

You heard what our friend says,

well, the gutter
stinks, old boy.

I know, believe me, I know.

Half my clients have a more
than passing acquaintance

with it.

- But children,
Durand, young children.

I don't mind telling you, if
we had a Church of England home

none of it would have happened.

Children are in a state
of innocent grace.

- Spare us the sermon,
Parfitt, they weren't children.

- They were when they began.

As far as I can understand it,

this girl Annette
was behaving like,

well, I have to say, a
flirt, a harlot even,

from her pubescence.

I'm sorry but that's
how it seemed to me.

- But a creature from
the gutter, Parfitt,

what example had she to follow?

She was her mother's daughter
or that's how I see it.

- That does not excuse her
in the eyes of the Lord,

we're given our trials
to prove ourselves.

- You are amused, sir?

- Yes, I'm sorry to show it,

What a nonsense
you experts make.

- You think so?

- Yes, you see, for you,
life must conform to your

set patterns, but it
doesn't, you know?

I'm sorry to shake you out
of your complacent corners

but out there in the world
are an infinite number

of imponderables.

- More things in
heaven and Earth, hmm?

- Oh, you begin to see.

- Perhaps.

- You will.

That's why I followed you here.

You must.

- Followed him?

- I need you to understand,
to get it right.

- Is that really
possible, old man?

- When next I caught
up with Annette,

the war was over,
I was in Paris,

I was in uniform but I was
about to leave the army.

- Pigs, dirty,
lecherous, old pigs!

Don't they know how good I am?

I'll go south and then they
won't have me here anymore!

- The Count's in your
dressing room, Annette.

- So, that'll teach them.

I'll marry the Count.

- Hello,, Annette.

- The public are not
allowed backstage.

- But don't you recognize
me, it's me, Raoul.

At first, I thought she was
going to refuse to see me

and I knew well enough why.

The theater she was playing
in was not the palace

of entertainment she
had promised herself.

It was a low dive where
the shape of her body

mattered more than
her voice but then--

- Raoul?

You can come now.

Raoul, I didn't recognize you,

so handsome in your
uniform .

Have you been fighting
for us, brave Raoul?

- Ah, it's not so brave, really.

It wasn't the best
time to join the army.

- Hmm.

Are you going to
stand in the doorway?

I might catch a
cold from the draft.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

- Oh, Brovoff, this is a
boy from that ghastly home

I told you about.

Are you surprised to
find me here, dear heart?

Only a temporary engagement,
the Olympia wants me

but we cannot
agree the contract.

Did I tell you that, Brovoff?

- Yes, my dear, every other day.

Don't you think you
should introduce us?

- Raoul, this is
the County Brovosky.

He's Russian or so he says.

This is Raoul.

Perhaps she couldn't
remember my family name.

I complimented
her on her success

but I felt stupid and
tongue-tied in her presence.

I wanted him to go away so
that I could talk to her.

All the time she kept
a flow of chatter.

At one moment, she
disappeared behind a screen

and I was left alone
with the Count.

- A divine creature.

- I beg your pardon?

- Anya, divine, in
every way .

Hurry, Anushka, I'm hungry.

I'm coming.

Give a working girl a chance.

- Oh, but I do, I
do, every chance.

Run along, soldier boy,
you're out of your depth.

- Voila.

.

I will do?

.

- This is how he
is all the time,

full of passion.

These Russians.

- Annette?

- Hmm?

- I thought we might
dine this evening.

- Oh, that would be
lovely but tonight--

- Run along, soldier boy.

Annette?

- You see how
famous I've become?

I told you so.

- Have you seen Felicie
and Mademoiselle?

- That old hag, no thanks.

I shall never set foot in
beastly Brittany again.

Shall I, Boris?

What is it, what is it?

- A trinket.

- Show me.

- Oh, Boris, oh!

You see?

I've arrived.

I told you I would, all
the world is before me.

- Oh, you are cold, then
we must make you warm.

- How far are you going, sir?

- As far as is necessary.

For what?

- To make you understand.

It is
only your version.

- Yes, well,

two years later, I
was working in Leland

on a newspaper, only
as an office boy

and I got a letter
from Mademoiselle.

I was to come home
quickly to Dinard,

Annette was there.

What did the doctors say?

- They say they cannot save her.

The consumption has
ravaged the lungs.

Oh Raoul, she was our
brightest hope, you know?

She went to Paris to study
at the conservatoire.

She had such salt.

- How long will it take?

- They don't know.

Not much longer.

That's why I sent for you.

I felt always that you two...

- Yes?

- Oh, Raoul.

- Where's Felicie?

- She attends her day and night,

poor, dumb creature, she
worships Annette, you know?

I suppose Annette is all
the things poor Felicie

ever wanted to be.

It is odd
how people see only

what they want to see.

- I'm glad that you came.

You know what they say?

That I will not get well.

They say it behind my back,

to my face, they are soothing,
like talking to a baby.

I'll show them.

I will not permit myself to die.

Mother did because she was weak.

I won't, I won't, you hear me?

With beautiful life
stretching before me?

It is the will to
live that matters,

all the best doctors say so.

I am not one of the
feeble ones to let go,

I already feel better,
infinitely better .

Oh, Raoul,

Raoul.

.

Bitch, bitch!

You see her, Raoul?

This is how she always is,

she's glad I'm going to die.

,

never a day's illness
in her life, bitch.

Bitch,

and all for what?

What good is that great
carcass of hers to her?

What did she make
of it ?

- I don't mind what she
says, Monsieur Raoul,

soon she will be dead,

we will be alive.

You and I, Monsieur Raoul.

She'll be dead.

She'll be knowing the
fires of purgatory.

I'm a good girl.

I'm respectable.

.

She'll be dead but I'm
healthy and strong.

- You hate me.

You always hated me

because I am
beautiful, you hate me,

but I can charm you
all the same .

I can possess you,
Felicie Bault.

Remember the candle,
Raoul, remember ?

Felicie, if I was to ask you,

you would get down on your
knees before me here, carcass,

big, fat, doll.

- You're absurd.

You're dying.

- But yes, you will
do it, to please me,

down on your knees for
Annette, please, Felicie,

I ask you, down on your knees.

You see, Raoul, with her
stupid face, how ridiculous.

You may get up now,
Felicie, thank you.

It's no use scowling,

I am your mistress.

I own you.

- You're going to die.

I'm going to live.

.

- I was not there when she died.

Apparently, it had
been a fearful death.

Mademoiselle said she
had fought against it

like a mad woman.

I will not die, do you
hear me, I will not die,

I will live, I will live

but even she could
not cheat death

and so it was over.

Annette Ravel was no longer
with us or so it seemed.

Six months later, I
was called to the home.

- Felicie Bault,
she's so changed.

After poor Annette left us,

Felicie, it was
a total collapse,

perhaps into grief, she took
to her bed, was restless,

crying out in the night,

almost as though
she had a fever.

- She's better now?

- Better?

Sometimes she is
as she used to be

but sometimes she's changed.

- How?

- Like a different person.

And do you know, she
even plays the piano.

- Felicie?

- Sometimes.

Only sometimes, when
she's different.

Little things, Raoul.

- Dear, dear Raoul.

Don't look so
surprised .

- No, I refuse to listen
to anymore of this

ridiculous nonsense.

It goes against the very
structure of my belief.

I think you, sir, are
making the whole thing up or

are the unwitting
dupe of an evil hoax.

- It is what we doctors, when
we were finally summoned,

observed.

- Then you also are fooled.

You doctors, what do you know?

- It's clear to
me it was a hoax.

Felicie had been studying
Annette for years,

you said so yourself.

Now, with her out of the way,

Felicie was able to have
a moment of attention,

her moment of glory.

Up till then, the
wretched Annette

had always stolen it from her.

You should have had
a lawyer on the case,

we'd soon have
sniffed out the lie.

- We did have, Major
Cane Bellingham,

most prominent man of his day.

- I simply refuse to believe it.

- What do you think I'm
asking you to believe?

- That this girl's
spirit could take over

Felicie's body, could share
it, preposterous nonsense.

Sir Campbell, you simply
cannot believe it.

- Belief, I've always
found belief a tricky one.

- I will not sit by and
accept the evidence of a man

in the street.

Spirit after death
is called to God.

- Spirit?

What exactly do
you mean by that?

I've always found
you a bit vague,

you church chaps, when
talking about spirit.

- God is a spirit and
they that worship him

but worship him in
spirit and in truth.

- Mumbo jumbo.

- I must protest, Sir Campbell.

See John, 4:24.

Yes, yes, yes, Parfitt,
but what does it mean?

What is spirit?

What is life?

I confess I don't know.

I, a doctor, am forced
to admit that I haven't

an inkling what life is
or where it goes at death.

The church
is very clear about it.

- The church is
not clear about it.

The church seeks to
possess it's flock,

just like the girl, Annette,
down on your knees, you say.

Believe whatever we tell you,

well, I'm asking you,
Parfitt, what is life, hmm?

What is it?

Where does it go?

- You see how we experts
bicker, my dear sir,

when what we should
do is just listen.

I don't think you'd
finished your story.

- Oh no.

I ran away.

I couldn't help myself

but I didn't stay away.

I went back several
times over the year

and I saw, Felicie, gradually.

Play something for me, Felicie.

- Don't mock me, Monsieur Raoul.

I cannot play.

- But you can, Felicie,
I've heard you.

- Don't mock me,
please, Monsieur.

People,

people play tricks on
me here, such tricks.

- What tricks?

- They put the clocks forward,

days disappear.

It's her, isn't it?

That bitch.

She's still...

Help me, Monsieur Raoul.

Help me.

Dear, dear, Raoul, it's
so good to be healthy,

to be strong.

.

.

- Felicie?

- What?

- You're speaking Italian.

- Of course, I am not as
stupid as I look .

- And how do you look, Felicie?

Come with me, come.

How do you look?

- Why?

What are looks?

I am strong

and I'm a very fine actress

and I can play many parts and
play them very well .

Kiss me, Raoul.

You know that you want to.

You know that you do.

- We must do something.

- I know that

but it has nothing to
do with poor Annette,

she was such a refined girl,

so sweet and gentle.

Poor Annette.

- Mademoiselle, Felicie
needs your help,

she needs you.

- Felicie?

Are you alright?

- Of course.

- Raoul is leaving,
say goodbye to him.

I'll pack you some
food for the journey.

Don't worry, I will
look after her.

I will contact the doctor
if you think that is best.

- You must.

Goodbye, Felicie.

- Monsieur Raoul?

Yes, Felicie?

- It is her doing.

Who's doing?

- That bitch.

When she lived she
always tormented me

and now that she's dead,

she's bad, that one,

she's bad, I tell you.

She would take the
bread from your mouth,

the clothes from your back,
the soul from your body.

- Oh, dear God.

- Sometimes I hear her voice.

Not in my ear, not in my ear,

inside my head.

She will drive me away.

She will drive me
away altogether

and then what shall I do?

What will become of me?

Where I will be then?

If it should come to
it, Monsieur Raoul,

I am very strong with my hands,

far stronger than she
can ever be, very strong.

She will not survive me.

- That was the last time
I ever saw Felicie Bault.

I came to London, I started
working in Fleet Street

and I tried to put the
whole story out of my mind

and then tonight,

all these years later,

I attend a lecture
for my newspaper

given by the famous
doctor Sir Campbell Clark

and he's speaking about
the case of Felicie Bault

and I have to tell
him, for all our sakes.

- I don't believe it.

- The clothes from my back,

the soul from my body.

- I won't believe it, I daren't.

- Did Felicie
strangle herself or

I tell you, the history
of Felicie Bault

is the history of Annette Ravel.

You did not know her,
gentlemen, I did.

She was very fond of life,
I promise you, I know.

Where does the life go, you ask?

If this is the only
the residence for life,

what do you do if you find
a burglar in your house?

You get rid of him, don't you?

Perhaps you even kill him.

- Dear God.