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NIGHTMARES COME AT NIGHT

They were there again,

indifferent witnesses to my torment.

I knew I would only find peace after their disappearance.

Their presence was an omen of evil, of death.

No, not this.

I don't want—

Not this.

Is something wrong, Anna?

- They came back this time. I'm sure. - What are you saying?

You just had a bad dream, dear. It's obvious.

No, I swear. It wasn't a dream.

Come on, get out of here. It's all over now.

Calm down. Don't be afraid. I'm with you now.

There was a dead body next to me, and my hands were covered in his blood.

You're telling me it's all over, but I will never forget!

These hands were covered with blood.

Come on. Calm down, darling.

You need to understand. Listen.

This is what we're going to do.

Lie down and relax. I'll be right back.

Hi, Paul.

Careful with the suitcase.

What's new?

I'm very worried.

The bad news is that her hallucinations are more frequent.

Did she take her pills regularly?

Well, I have a strong feeling that her pills don't help.

We may have to get her into a psychiatric ward under observation.

- That would be terrible for her. - That may be the only way.

Here, I can treat her nerves, give her sedatives, nothing more.

But from what you're telling me, it could be a mental disease

which requires specialized care.

You mean Anna is crazy?

I don't know. She needs to be tested.

I have to go. I'll be back tomorrow.

In the meantime, she has to take this tranquillizer every two hours.

But be careful. Two drops at a time with warm milk.

Call me in case of emergency, otherwise I'll see you tomorrow.

Doctor. Wait!

Wait, Doctor.

What are you doing here? Go back home immediately.

I must have a private conversation with you.

No, not now. Impossible. Go back home.

Wait. I want to see you at the hospital tomorrow.

Why not?

Because I won't be there.

But if you want, we can meet at the Saint Agnès chapel at 11:00.

Be on time. I'll be waiting for you inside.

I'll be on time.

Have you finally relaxed?

Have you?

Hello, Doctor.

If you want, I can wait outside.

No, it'll only take a minute.

Are you a believer? I would've preferred thinking the opposite.

People generally misjudge me. It's true.

Do you know, I know you better than you know me.

It's normal because I'm your doctor.

Shall we go outside?

Calm down.

Please, calm down.

What's the matter with you?

It's the first time I've seen you in such a state, Anna.

Come on. That's enough. Please calm down, Anna.

No. Anna.

No, listen.

My name is not Anna at all.

Do you understand?

I have never been the Princess of Istria.

I have painful memories of my childhood

because I've never met my father, and I don't know who he is.

What's the importance of all that?

What matters is the personality.

What's important is that you exist.

Don't say that.

On the contrary, you don't understand.

It's more important to believe me.

I want to know what you told Cynthia yesterday.

Tell me the truth. Am I crazy?

No, not at all.

Are you sure?

You need to take care of your nerves.

You're overexcited.

You need to find emotional balance and tranquillity.

It's easy. Calm down.

Chase away the ghosts in your pretty head.

It's a lie, but I know why.

Because I really am mad,

and you don't want to hurt me.

No, don't be stupid. You just need —

You don't want to understand!

Forgive me. I can't explain why,

but I need to tell you how I feel,

and you're the only one who can understand.

Aside from you, nobody understands me.

What about Cynthia?

Cynthia?

She's not a woman but a statue.

She's always cold.

Nothing touches her, moves her or reaches her heart.

She stands proud, beautiful, indifferent, like an ice statue.

Not a peep. Not a move, nothing.

How did you meet her?

When did your friendship start?

You mean our love affair.

I've got no reason to hide it.

You don't know everything about me or my life.

Before I met her, I did a striptease act at a club in Zagreb.

But now I don't know who I am or where I'm going.

It's horrible. The sickness starts with my dreams.

Everything turns into a nightmare.

So I told you everything.

Tell me the truth.

Am I really a murderer?

A sadist?

Or is it only a horrible dream that obsesses and haunts me in my sleep?

I can't find the answer on my own.

My dear friend, if I understand, it's more serious than I thought.

I must speak to Cynthia.

Speak to her? About what?

I must explain to her

that with your condition she can't heal you.

You must have a treatment, specific care,

and you can't go on living with her.

- Why? - To be able to diagnose your case,

it would be better if you were in a hospital.

And if you stay with Cynthia it could be dangerous.

Dangerous? How?

Do you mean a physical danger?

Exactly.

I'm sorry, but it's better for you to know.

I'm not sure yet, but...

as your doctor, and since you asked,

I wanted to be frank with you.

Yes, you're right.

I asked for it.

I must talk with Cynthia.

I'm ready to follow your advice.

Tell me what I have to do.

Only a few months ago, I was still in a second-rate nightclub in Zagreb.

I had to attract the spectators' interest as long as possible,

with a striptease that lasted forever.

But the boss wanted me to last most of the evening,

and he thought that I was always going too fast.

"Anna," he said.

"I don't care how you do it.

Show them all you've got.

But little by little.

And when they think it's over, do it again.

Make it last longer.

It excites them, and then they drink. That's essential."

So I did what I could.

I invented lascivious gestures

and eccentric pauses.

In short, day by day, I was feeling more and more seedy.

Then, one day, I started noticing her.

She was in the club, staring at me with a chilling attention.

Despite the smoke that was fogging the room,

I felt her heavy stare penetrating me,

and it didn't leave me for a second.

It made me feel strange.

I would only see her eyes through the night.

For the first time,

I was feeling almost good doing this show.

I slowed down every move,

and every pause was done with an attitude.

And those eyes didn't leave me.

I didn't know exactly what I felt.

A pleasure, yes.

But tense, almost as discomforting as a disease.

The next night, she came back...

and still wouldn't let me out of her sight.

Her eyes were shining like diamonds in the pale light of the room.

Those eyes, I could see only them.

To me, they seemed unreal and obsessive at the same time.

On the dim stage,

I went on with my show without knowing what I was doing,

since I was under a spell,

dominated by those shining eyes in the dark.

One day,

she surprised me by visiting backstage just before the show.

- I want to make a deal with you. - She came to make me an offer.

At first I was defensive.

But her voice warmed up.

She wasn't trying to argue too much.

She was tempting,

insidious, bewitching.

Yes, that's the word.

I felt I was under her spell.

An invisible force was drawing me to her.

I couldn't resist.

I didn't know what was happening to me.

She told me she would make me a star,

she would train me,

that I must have success,

but to me it was all a dream.

An endless dream.

First, you must come live with me. I have a big house.

I think we are going to get along fine.

Are you interested?

I followed her home,

and she made a long speech in the same spirit.

She was trying to persuade me, maybe with too much insistence.

Because you think it's only about getting your clothes off.

I was passively listening to her, but her spell suddenly broke.

Maybe it was my will fighting against her or my lack of courage.

The inertia of everyday habits.

I thought that I had to stay the same,

to keep my life as it was.

Before making a move, I had doubts,

and despite myself, my subconscious was fighting Cynthia's tempting proposal.

Instead of attracting me, this time she made me step back.

It was like a feeling of vertigo.

The next day, I found myself back again on the sleazy cabaret stage,

but I was worried,

tormented,

and I had every reason to be,

because for the first minute of my strip, and like every other night,

I found Cynthia's eyes piercing me.

I was vanquished. I knew it was over, and I had to accept it all.

Anna, listen, I won't get upset.

Tonight, you must understand me.

This time the tone changed.

She was hard,

ironic, bitter.

I became the guilty one.

Guilty of not having understood sooner.

I had to be punished, brutally tamed.

Since then I think I only exist through her and for her.

Anna, don't you know I'm with you?

I wanted — Yes, I wanted you to be what you became.

Obedient, as you are now.

That's when the strange dreams started.

Cynthia would often appear in my dreams and talk to me.

Then came the silent flight of heavy birds.

Always this silence around me,

softening my steps through this big house,

a feeling of living somewhere else

in a strange world.

At every moment...

this feeling to delve in a dream...

not knowing if I was asleep or still awake.

Hello, Doctor?

This is Cynthia Robin speaking.

Could you come here right away, please?

Hello, are you Anna of Istria?

I'm Dr. Lucas.

How are you?

Fine, and you?

You're not sick?

Not at all. Who told you that?

You're Cynthia's friend, aren't you?

Yes, that's me. Why?

Cynthia called me earlier. She was very worried...

because of your nerves.

I didn't know she got so worried.

I only had a bad dream last night. That's all.

Then there is no need to worry.

Yes, no need.

- Anyhow, I'm very happy to — - Paul.

Hi, Cynthia. It's very nice of you to invite me,

but next time try not to do it during visiting hours.

I deserve that, and I apologize, because I heard your conversation.

What do I care? It was only natural to me.

I thought it was more serious.

I would have rather said nothing.

I was wrong to be so altruistic.

Come on, Cynthia. I was joking.

I am very glad it was nothing important.

See you soon.

Good-bye.

I would like you to follow me.

Do you think it's funny to humiliate me?

Tell me I acted like a maniac.

I didn't say that.

It's exactly what you intended to tell the doctor. I heard it all.

You don't want to admit what you feel.

"Doctor, you didn't need to come over!"

Meanwhile, last night you were acting like a raving maniac.

You were crying and screaming your head off

that you had killed a man with a spear.

And blood was dripping all over.

No, this isn't true.

Okay, then I'm a liar!

Leave me alone. Get lost.

I'm going to teach you, and you're going to listen.

Cynthia, please.

Let me out, please.

Have mercy.

Cynthia.

Open the door!

Cynthia. Open the door!

To escape a dream,

go to the daylight

through the long corridor of the past.

And death

and pleasure

begging me to join in.

It attracts me, irresistibly.

And to meet some familiar people,

who I've never seen before.

Is this going to last forever?

You will get that money, won't you?

We must wait.

I know. You keep saying that over and over,

and we stay here waiting.

This is boring.

And you sit here quietly. How can you do that?

I'm patient.

It's only a matter of a few days, and then we'll get the dough.

Yeah, a big load of cash.

Can you picture us with all those millions?

What are we going to do with it?

What are you going to buy?

I want loads of stuff.

Nothing will be too expensive for me.

I hope that when you get the money, you won't drop me.

You're not looking good today.

Are you eating well?

I've lost my appetite lately.

Do you feel depressed?

Why didn't she want to share her bedroom anymore?

You're better off in this room.

I think she's afraid of me.

Yes, you are a naughty little girl who, with a twitch of a wand,

can transform her into a little pink pig.

Seriously, get out of bed and have a walk.

Isn't it dangerous for me?

Very dangerous.

All the boys will fall in love with you.

You will get abducted.

See you tomorrow.

Paul, wait for me. I must talk to you.

Follow me.

Doctor, wait for me.

What's the matter?

Can I go with you?

Please do.

- Are you going to town? - Where do you want me to go?

Get in, quick.

What a beautiful day.

I must confess something.

It's rather funny. At least I think so.

I came outside without Cynthia knowing it.

You mustn't get angry. I felt oppressed.

You're worse than a kid.

I wanted to see people, to talk.

Do you think I'm completely crazy?

What makes you think that?

Cynthia thinks I am, but it's stupid.

I know I'm not crazy.

Why are you torturing yourself then?

Because at night, I'm afraid.

I have strange dreams.

Sometimes I wake up, and, in the darkness,

I see sinister people.

And they look like the ones I see in my dreams.

I don't know if it's real or not, but I do terrible things.

Poor Anna.

But when the day breaks,

the sun,

the everyday noises,

the birds singing, the dogs barking,

everything is like before.

The horrible night slowly disappears.

I finally relax.

At last, I'm feeling good.

Doctor, do you think I'm crazy?

I want you to tell me frankly.

Am I crazy?

I see, you don't want to say anything.

You also think I'm crazy.

No, listen,

it's something else.

You're right.

I won't bother you anymore.

Come on, Anna.

I think you'll be better off at home.

You must realize Cynthia can get very worried.

I know.

I have to tell you something else.

You mustn't be afraid of anyone.

We have to talk more often

to reduce your nervous tension.

Then, we will find out the cause of your problems together.

Now go back.

And stop torturing yourself. Go home.

Yes, thanks.

Yes, Doctor, I'm going home.

Don't worry.

So, Anna, you don't want to come with us?

Come on.

Slut!

What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you.

Why? Where's Cynthia?

She's asleep.

That's just like her. It's true.

You can give her all the passion,

the softest caresses

and the most voluptuous moments.

When you reach the peak, in the next minute,

forgetting what has happened, she stretches,

closes her eyes and falls asleep.

It isn't my style.

I adore making love.

Then I feel I can jump out the window and stroll on the rooftops

with her hand in mine.

I hope you understand me.

For instance, if you'd like,

we could run around in the moonlight, hand in hand.

I didn't think you could be so poetic.

Would you like a role in my play?

Cynthia told me you're a great artist.

That's not true.

I was doing a striptease.

As you know, it's rather easy.

No need to be an actress.

You forgot that I'm here and can be a magician.

And everything will change.

Everything will be as clear as your eyes.

Follow me.

A wonderful world awaits you behind this door.

You see?

This is the Big Dipper.

Around us, this dark mass, those are the mountains.

They dive straight into the sea.

The wave will soon reflect the moon.

The world is ours. Nothing can stop us.

Look, stare deeply into this magic world.

A thunderbolt.

You're not afraid, are you?

It's only showing us the way...

to the paradise that awaits us.

Look, the sun is rising.

It's so beautiful.

We're now entering a dark cave.

Don't be afraid. We'll find the daylight again.

And the sun?

It will shine again.

Only for us.

We're everywhere and nowhere.

We can love. The whole world belongs to us.

Let me guide you on the way to pleasure.

- And the others? - They don't exist.

There's only us.

Come.

We must hurry. We're expected.

Eddy Duchin plays the piano. He looks like Tyrone Power.

You love cinema too.

I love it when it allows us to escape from the daily routines.

It opens the doors to a wonderful world.

I understand.

It's exactly what happens to me. You only have to trust and let go.

You'll unravel ways you'd never have discovered on your own.

I know.

Take me forever.

Now he's dead too.

Just like me. Like all of us.

They look like they want me.

Why?

What do they want?

And this silence —

I don't know why —

Suddenly it seems like everything has another proportion.

Another dimension.

I think it's over. The final day has come.

We're getting to the last hour.

We're going to get the money.

Then we'll fly directly to Brazil?

Sure.

And you'll buy me anything I want?

Yes, of course I will. I told you so.

We just need to wait.

Yes, okay.

But what did you do to get all this money?

If you want to know, we successfully robbed a jewellery store.

I see now.

There were a lot of jewels we had to sell.

They couldn't surface on the market too fast because of the police.

I'm so happy I met you at the right time.

You're the most wonderful guy I ever met.

No, I don't want to do it. This is horrid.

We've gone too far.

We must find a solution.

Come on.

Look who's talking.

You should think it over,

since you agreed to go that far.

I didn't think we'd get to this point.

You're right, but it doesn't change anything.

Listen, Cynthia. Let me at least give her an injection.

She has to escape this torture.

Then anybody could see she isn't crazy.

It would be obvious that she's committed crimes under hypnosis.

And then we'd both land in prison.

Instead, let's say she just killed our last accomplice.

So we don't need to share the loot anymore.

- I won't be able to control her anymore. - Don't worry.

You know perfectly well...

we don't give a damn about anybody else,

and nobody will ever guess the real culprit is Dr. Lucas.

Calm down.

I'm going to make you forget about her.

You'll see, life will be beautiful again.

In my arms,

you'll get the peace and happiness you want.

In one week, it'll be over forever.

I don't know where I stand.

Nobody will know our secret.

Come on, darling.

Kiss me.

Cynthia.

Forgive me.

Kiss me.

I love you.

You're a fool to get such ideas.

I pray to the gods for the ones who die every day.

I pray for the restless souls.

For the souls who never have pity.

For the lost children.

For all the tortured people.

For all the fallen lives.

I pray for all who want justice,

love,

life and freedom.

For all who suffer around the world.

You're right. You're my everything.

Kiss me.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you too.

I weep tears on the ashes of the people burned alive.

I cry over the screams of the dying, lost unto eternity.

I cry over the blood I spilled.

I cry over my impossible dream of happiness,

of joy,

of sun.

Well, that's it.

We only have to call the police.

A perfect death.

Police?

Dr. Paul Lucas speaking, come at once.

One of my patients just shot herself. Nervous breakdown.

It's at 14 Acacias Street, Villa Cynthia.

Yes, of course. I'll be there, Inspector.

There's only one more thing to do.

Don't forget what you must do with the bodies,

if you don't want the police to suspect anything.

The evidence —

she was a schizoid pervert who became a murderer.

I'm starving.

I'm going to get a bite to eat.

What's the matter? You look funny.

What's going on?

You're not going to explain yourself?

Do you hear what I'm saying?

She's dead.

We killed her.

The blood is still dripping from her mouth.

You are being rather sensitive all of a sudden.

You better not treat me like that, because I've made up my mind.

- What do you mean? - You think you're always the best.

You decide everything.

But now it's all over, because I won't obey anymore.

I'm free now.

Do you understand?

So what? I believe you always have been.

When the police get here, then everything will be clear.

I made up my mind. I'll tell them the truth.

Do you get it? The whole truth.

You're nuts.

Yes, totally nuts, especially when I listened to you.

Let me go.

Get out of my way.