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How is she?

Go.

You look beautiful.

Like a young girl.

God, I think in her, it was about to.

Oh,

Teresa.

I'm here.

No, no, no, no.

Thank you.

To my maid Therese, I leave 100 francs
and my silver tea service, which

she frequently admired.

To Madame Soretsky and the faithful
members of the Church of Celestial

I leave my pipe organ that restless
spirits may console themselves with

music.

And to my nephew Passepartout,

who has been a beloved son to me, I
leave the remainder of all my worldly

possessions.

Beloved son.

I don't believe that he'd betray our own
agent.

Seemed rather proud of his treachery.

When he was arrested, he boasted that
the French had paid him a tidy fortune.

Richard?

He's modest to a fault.

I don't know what the world of espionage
is coming to. In the past month, at

least six agents have betrayed their
respective countries.

Where are you holding him?

Here in the embassy.

I've got him under constant watch. I
don't want him hanging himself before I

the chance to do it for him.

Madame Zaitzky?

Oh, thank you, Therese.

But this house may not be in the most
fashionable district of Paris, but I

think it should fetch a pretty penny.

You think so?

Yes, I do. Unless, of course, you decide
to live in it yourself.

Oh, I already live someplace.

As a manservant. You might want a
manservant of your own now.

A valet with his own valet?

I'm afraid, sir, I have to disappoint
you.

Your aunt had to mortgage the house to
make ends meet.

What little girl is left should just
about cover her outstanding debts.

You hear that, master?

I can be till your valley.

Well, it's Delphish of me, of course,
but... I'm delighted to hear it.

Cheers. Cheers, master.

She wants to talk to us.

We must help her break through. We must.

Oh,

come on, Richard.

I don't remember a thing.

I wish I had a more convincing story,
but I don't. Well, maybe you better make

one up.

I've saved your life on two occasions.
You've saved mine on three.

If you don't believe me, Rebecca...

Oh,

look, if it's any consolation.

None of our people was hurt.

But you have to try and remember
something.

What's the last thing you do remember?

Music Hall in Chelsea.

I was sitting there with my wife,
watching that woman who talked to

Madam Sretzky.

That's it.

When was this?

It was a Friday. Twelve.

My wife had lost her mother ten years
before today.

That's why she dragged me there.

Is there anything unusual about the
performance?

The whole thing was bloody odd, if you
ask me.

A grotesque voice came out of this
woman's mouth.

The hairs on my neck stand on end.

Nothing. You remember nothing since that
day?

Not till I woke up here.

Not too good, does it?

Ah, that's part two. Come in, come in.

This is my friend Jules.

Enchanted.

Dr.

Draco. Yes?

Do I know you, young man?

Jules Verne. I heard your lecture on the
neurological use of hypnosis at the

University of Paris.

Ah. I trust I was not too dull.

No. No.

Fascinating.

I'm, uh...

Surprised to see you here.

Ah, yes. Well, Madam Zaretsky has been
helping me with my investigations

into the nature of the preconscious
mind.

Well, before we sit down, we have to rid
our mind

of fear.

Because the spirit needs our hearts to
be open.

So.

So come, come. Come sit down. We do
this.

Oh, come to me, spirit.

And share through me the wisdom of the

eternal realm.

Is Louisa there?

May we speak to her, please?

I shall be avenged!

This is not my auntie. That witch
betrayed me.

Run, Paspato.

Escape while you still can.

I shall build it on her.

All the flaming vermin of hell.

Leave her alone.

I who live, she must let her go.

That's enough!

Spare me the theatrics.

It was him.

You should be ashamed of yourself
exploding a poor man's grief.

I admit to have occasionally have
embellished

the work of the spirits, but this
visitation,

this was real.

Just how it feels.

I'm right.

You are, Charlatan.

Young man, meet me in my clinic in an
hour. Rue du Moulet.

it was him I saw the eyes you must send
him back I can't not yet

I don't understand enough but he's
getting stronger stronger

Dr.

Draco

The power of magnetism, Mr. Byrne.

Each of us is possessed of an animal
body, muscles, skin, bones.

But we also have an ethereal body,
personality, spirit.

Call it what you will, but when these
two bodies are no longer in harmony, we

become insane.

I've read about your success in treating
hysterical paralysis.

Yes, well, the inability to move is one
of the more dramatic indicators of

magnetic disharmony.

But your friend's symptoms are both more
subtle and more deadly.

I'll admit that Passport 2 seems
different, but... Oh, I assure you, Mr.

his life has never been in greater
danger.

As far as I know, he's out cavorting
with the Church of Celestial Spirits.

Perhaps I could leave these documents
for him to find.

Documents? Pass it to Dewar.

These are few.

Did you make contact with the great
beyond?

It's just as you said, Master.

He's covered his tracks well.

I beg your pardon.

Mr.

Fogg thinks that you've been cheating my
aunt for years.

What? I assure you, sir, I've never
cheated anyone.

I told you, he's an honest man.

There is no need in confiscating the
books. What the hell are you playing at?

This is obviously some kind of joke.

Slender is hardly a joke, monsieur.

Quite. Possible to? Possible to.

Apologize at once.

For what, master?

You may come in my books anytime you
choose.

I have nothing to hide.

Now, what the hell was all that about?

Oh.

Did I embarrass you, Master?

Science must have unhinged you.

You know, I believe you're right.

But I'll never get cut.

that one again.

Come to me, spirit, and share through

me the secrets of the eternal realm.

Does someone here have they lost

a loved one whose name begins with T?

Huh?

No.

Someone here has lost someone they care
about whose name

begins with T.

Me? I have.

I have.

And his name, was it

Piri?

Oh, my God.

That's right.

It is.

Something he has to say to you.

What?

What does he want to tell me?

Danger!

Extreme danger!

Death!

what you said. I got a right to be paid.

I want my money.

Are

you

feeling better, Cosmoson?

I fell asleep and I dreamt I was you.

And your body fit me perfectly.

As if... As if you and I were meant to
be as one.

What are you talking about?

Even the gesture felt right to me.

The cool embracing of the glance.

Deep. arrogant tilt of the chin.

For God's sake, man.

Well, I thought you would be flattered.

My God.

Maybe Draco was right.

Draco.

You are behaving like a madman.

Is it mad to seek revenge?

And the man who tried to destroy you.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Draco.

Can help you.

Draco would banish me from the last
circle of hell.

We are.

It'll only hold him for a little while,
so we'd better hurry.

These cases are more common than you'd
think.

But can you cure him?

That remains to be seen.

This magnetic treatment's been used to
make the lame walk again, Fogg.

Fern, Passepartout walks perfectly well.

His illness is of the ethereal body,
what most people call the soul. It's not

about his legs.

Cathode rays?

Yes. When deflected onto a photographic
plate, they produce an ethereal

likeness.

Extraordinary. Look.

Just what the devil has all this got to
do with Passport 2?

I'll have to keep your manservant here
for a while.

His condition requires complete
isolation.

His condition? His what what condition?

At this stage, he needs time to reflect,
quietly, to rediscover his true

personality, the one that for the time
being, is lost to him.

Don't worry, Fogg.

He's in good hands.

You will take care of him.

We have the highest standards in all of
Europe.

Because if you don't, Doctor, you'll
wish you'd never been born.

Threats are easy to form.

Medicine is very, very hard.

Pierre?

Fire up the capacitors, please.

And where have you been?

Oh, communing with the spirits.

Oh, God, not you as well.

Do you know how the world's gone mad?

Pay no attention, Rebecca. He's been
communing with spirits as well.

So I see.

Passepartout's given up on him and
retired.

No, no, no.

He's into something.

It's not funny.

Jules?

I'm afraid the Passepartout is not well.

Did you know he tried to kill me?

He did. He did. I know that.

Damn nearly succeeded.

It's true.

He took complete leave of census.

So you just locked him away in one of
those medieval houses of horror?

It's a very modern clinic, Rebecca.

Oh, that's right then.

And just where is this enlightened
establishment to be found?

In the Rue du Malais, the ethereal
science clinic.

Where are you going?

To see this dangerous lunatic for
myself.

You don't see no one?

Don't touch me, man.

I'll bring your meals myself.

Feed you like a baby if I have to.

No, I'll touch you.

Madame Sheretsky says that you're
getting stronger.

She thinks that soon you'll be able to
cross over for as long as you choose.

So why don't you move a bit?

Closer.

I'll let you go twice.

I won't do it again.

I think I found a way to send you back.

You need me.

I'm your proof of a living spirit.

And you're a monster.

You fool meant war.

Said nations at each other's throats.

Well, we all need a hobby.

You won't be satisfied until all of
Europe lies

in ruins.

It's already corrupted the core.

Yes, what is it?

A Miss Fogg, sir.

She refuses to leave.

President Bing is in confinement.

So you are keeping him against his will?
He has no will in his present

condition.

Will you let me see him?

I told your cousin that his treatment
requires complete isolation.

His treatment?

Yes, I do know what goes on in these
places.

Bloodletting, blistering, starvation. I
believe this interview is concluded.

Oh, thank you so much for your time.

You're entirely welcome.

Passport 2?

Passport 2?

Passport 2?

Oh, my God.

It won't take a minute.

Hold on.

Oh, my dear man.

What have they done to you?

Well, I hear you tried to kill Filius.

Not that I'd blame you. He can be very
annoying.

Oh, that's quite true.

a little bloodthirsty.

Perhaps

we

should send you to Dr. Draco.

As a matter of fact, I did.

Is it alright?

Not bad.

Considering he is chained to the floor
of a cold, dark cell.

Rebecca, he was violent.

I mean, what else could I do?

Oh, poor feet.

Lazarus?

No,

that's impossible. You're lying.

Who was here with you? Try to remember.

Excuse me.

Get out of the way!

Master.

Is this what you call...

Spotsville. Don't worry about
Spotsville. Don't worry.

We'll soon be out of these goddamn
chains.

precisely do you think you're doing?

Well, I was looking for all we had on
Agent Lazarus.

Nothing since his death six years ago.
Why?

A great loss to espionage.

Don't you think?

Lazarus' death was a triumph over
anarchy and treachery.

Really?

You as well, Miss Fogg.

I'm afraid so.

I enjoyed that.

Look to Sir Jonathan.

Sir Jonathan. Sir.

Are you all right?

Aunt Louisa warned me.

There's danger.

Tell me about her.

She's a bit crazy.

But so am I.

I was suffocating in the darkness.

I couldn't breathe.

It's all right.

It's all right, Passepartout.

Passepartout.

Passepartout.

My dear man.

Don't you... Don't you... Miss Rebecca.

She's in danger.

No, no, no, Passepartout. You were just
having a dream. No.

She was there.

In the room.

Before the doctor came in and called me
Lazarus.

Lazarus.

Is that for me?

Doesn't look very comfortable.

A woman this time.

Makes a change.

Lazarus was the code name of the British
secret agent.

He was a great friend of my father's.

Until he joined a group of anarchists.

Started wreaking havoc all over Europe.

Well, he's wreaking havoc now, Master.

You're taking quite a chance coming
here, aren't you?

Next time I catch you, I won't let you
go.

Yes, I know.

That's why I've decided to kill you.

You're just no fun anymore.

And you, Madame, I no longer require.

You can't kill me.

And we're bound together, you and I.

We're bound together deeply.

And deeper by far than either of us
know.

Stop it.

You need me.

You have desire deep for someone who
knows you.

Knows you deeply.

Who understands you. Who you truly are.

You can't keep awake from me.

You need me.

Lazarus.

See?

The twig.

Your timing, as always, is impeccable.

It is here.

After all the trouble you went to to
kill me.

Well, you were about to blow up the
Russian embassy.

As you said, the ambassador was a bore.

Shoot.

Yeah, let me kill Rebecca.

I am going to enjoy this.

Not many men get to kill the man who
killed them.

Hit me. Go on.

I can hit you.

You are such a gentleman, Fig.

I do believe I can beat you to death.

And you still wouldn't hit back.

Frankie, it's too much trouble.

Help me get her on the table.

It's her only hope.

Do you want her to destroy us all?

I'm driving him out of her body.

A spirit is angry. Aunt Louisa.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Good morning.

Hello.

You're back in your body, where you
belong.

Have you been drinking?

Have I?

You did it.

He's gone.

For now.

He'll be back.

He'll always be back.