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Thank you.

Magnificent! Thank you, Your Honor. They're still applauding.

One more quarter. Let me out this time, all right? Mr. Orlach, the press awaits.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

How do you like, Mr. Orlach? I'm sorry.

I have to be in Paris in exactly two hours from now. There's a plane waiting

for me at the airport.

A professional engagement, Mr. Orlach? No, this time it's a private one, if you

don't mind. Excuse me. Thank you.

He'll be over France by now.

Quick, Emily.

We have plenty of time.

Mademoiselle must look her best tonight.

Emily, I'm scared.

Scared? I can't live up to him. All those females around him.

Nonsense.

Mademoiselle must look at Mademoiselle. So beautiful.

Tonight, Monsieur Orlac will ask Mademoiselle to become madame.

I feel it. Bless you, Emily.

Sorry, sir, we're out of luck.

What do you mean?

We're running slap into it.

Le Bourget said he's coming in over the whole Paris area.

We'll have to push on to Lyon.

That's impossible.

I must land at Le Bourget.

It's too dicey, sir.

By the time we get there, visibility will be down to zero.

Look, I'm paying for this. It's absolutely vital I reach Le Bourget by

midnight.

His hand.

Poor hand.

Why have we stopped? Don't go wrong.

You must go wrong.

But I tell you, we must get through. It's urgent. Sorry, madam, it is

forbidden. The boulevard is for the present closed.

But why?

An execution at the Santé prison.

Vasseur, the strangler.

But it's Stephen Orlac.

His hands are burned to the bone.

Unless they're operated on at once, he may never play again.

You must let us through.

That monster Vasseur is going to die. His hands will never strangle again.

But the hands of Orlac can still be saved.

You are right, madame.

Drive on!

will never strangle again.

With the hands of all that can still be seen.

Professor Volchek.

Yes, yes, I know. They telephoned me from Le Boucher.

The patient, Stephen Orlack, pianist. Yes, the pianist. They wanted to take

him to the hospital.

But I insisted that he be brought here.

Yes, yes, I know who he is.

Who are you, his wife?

No, not yet.

But... Sit down if you want to.

Do you mind if I have some coffee?

I can't work on an empty stomach.

What's your name?

Louise Cochrane.

Louise...

You're the niece of Dr. Cochrane?

Yes. You know him?

Know him, yes. A good man, a good psychiatrist.

Still practicing in London?

He says you're the greatest surgeon in the world.

That's why I've brought Stephen to you.

Well, I'll do what I can.

The patient is ready, Professor.

Is the other one ready?

Yes, Professor.

in the sterilizing room.

Sorry to be late, darling.

Have you been practicing?

No.

Oh? I thought... I was going to, but somehow I couldn't.

These hands don't feel as if they belong to me.

It's only six months, you know.

Professor Volchev said it would take time.

Yes, I know.

Darling, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Can't I help?

It's nothing, I tell you, nothing.

Stephen.

Six months ago, we were going to be married.

Then this awful thing happened.

Perhaps it has changed you.

You think so?

I don't know.

I haven't changed.

But if you have, you've only got to say so.

You're free as the wind.

One thing hasn't changed, my love for you.

It never will.

We'll be married soon.

Very soon.

I'm going to be blue for a month.

Did I hurt you?

Darling, what is it?

Stephen. I seem to have a headache.

I think I'll go home if you don't mind.

Yes, Koomps, if you want to.

The car's outside.

I'll run you back, shall I? No, thanks. I'd rather walk.

All right, then.

Goodbye, darling.

this machine everything about 50 applies come along gentlemen try your hands now

what about you sir now don't be shy there sir try your hands on this machine

here come sir show your girlfriend what you're made of now play this machine

here

Peggy, Mr. Peggy, you're like my machine.

Go on, give him his prize.

Here you are, monsieur, a lovely doll to take back to your girlfriend.

Hello, is that Professor Volchev's clinic?

Could I speak to the professor, please?

The professor is not here. He's at a medical conference in Moscow.

When will he be back?

Not for several weeks.

Who is speaking?

This is Stephen Orlack.

Oh, but of course, Monsieur Orlack.

I am so sorry he is not here, but he's so much in demand, you know.

And you, are you pleased with your new hands?

You ought to be.

The Professor is a real magician, and your case is one of his greatest

triumphs.

Stephen. Louise.

Help me.

Yes, yes, my darling. That's what I'm here for.

Help me. Help me.

I'm going to take you away.

Uncle Franz is my guardian.

He says we can have his villa for just as long as we want it.

You'll come, won't you?

Yes, I'll come.

Lots of sun, plenty to eat, nothing to do.

That's what you need.

And me, of course.

Especially you.

It's like being in a cloud where nothing can touch you.

Thank you for bringing me here.

Here's someone come to pay his respects, mademoiselle.

Michou.

Darling Michou. Have you missed me?

Isn't he beautiful?

He certainly is.

Michou.

Michou.

Mishu! Mishu, don't be so rude. Come back at once.

I'm sorry, darling.

He doesn't seem to like me. Funny.

He's friendly enough with strangers, as a rule.

Oh, well.

Dinner will be ready in half an hour.

He's dead.

He did not come this morning when I called, so I went to look for him.

He was already called when Ange found him there under Monsieur Aurelien's

window. It must have happened in the night.

But what can have done it? Do you think it was a dog?

No, mademoiselle.

A dog has no hands. He cannot strangle.

But who did it, Ange?

Who?

I cannot say, mademoiselle.

There were some gypsies hanging around last night.

Time to steal things.

Perhaps it was one of them. Yes, of course. It must have been.

I'll go and ring the police. No, mademoiselle. Do not call the police.

Perhaps it was not the gypsies. No.

Yes, monsieur.

It hasn't rained for a long time, I suppose.

Here, let me give you a hand.

No, monsieur.

Why? Monsieur should take care.

The sun is like the mistral. It can be dangerous.

What are you getting at? I, monsieur?

Yes, you, monsieur. What are you hitting at?

You think I killed that cat, don't you?

I've seen the way you looked at me.

With your sly, insinuating little remarks.

Well, if that's what you think, why don't you say something? Why don't you

say it?

Go on! Say it! Monsieur! Monsieur, please!

What are you afraid of? You think I'm gonna kill you, too?

Huh?

Did I hurt him?

No.

He was a little shaken, that's all.

He'll soon get over it.

I don't know what came over me.

You know, if you hadn't come along when you did, I think I might have killed

him. No, you wouldn't, darling.

Probably this wretched mistrial.

It's true, you know. It does get on one's nerves sometimes.

Even so.

Oh, Stephen, please.

It's over.

Let's forget it ever happened.

It's no use.

No, don't stop. Go on. Please, begin again.

All right.

Come and stand over here.

Where I can see you.

You see, Stephen?

With you, so many things are possible.

Forgive me, Louise.

Forgive me.

But I mustn't stay here.

Not another moment.

You're not safe with me.

No, please let me go.

Please let me go!

Madame! Madame Alberti!

Thank you.

Monsieur?

I'd like a room, please.

You are alone?

Yes. For how long?

I don't know.

Well, I am going to give you number three on the first floor. It's a very

nice little room with a balcony.

Would you like to see it?

I'll take it.

Would you mind filling in your form?

And what about your luggage?

I haven't any.

Well, in that case, I must ask you for money.

Thank you.

This way, please.

Don't worry, Mr. Stephen.

I am going to get it myself.

Good afternoon, madame.

Good afternoon, Mr. Nero.

Be long, my dear.

We have a new neighbor.

Number three.

So what?

A very interesting neighbor.

At least he interests me.

And I'm hoping to persuade you to take an interest in him.

What? Again?

Yes, my dear. Again.

Who is he?

I don't know. He calls himself Mr. Steven, but that's not his name.

I've seen him somewhere before.

Maybe in jail?

I don't think so.

What's he look like?

That's an distinguished man of the world.

Plenty of money.

Just your type.

Very funny.

If he's all that, what's he doing in a dump like this?

Ah, how very perceptive you are, my dear. That's the whole point. What is he

doing here?

If a man like that isn't at the Grand Hotel... It's because he's got something

to hide.

And if he's got something to hide, he'll pay through the nose till his eyes drop

out. You are vicious blood, Neil.

You hate people.

Made? My dear, I couldn't stop you.

You were born a slut and you'll always be one.

It's I who've lowered myself.

I'm sorry.

Now may I continue?

What do you want me to do?

You're supposed to be an artist, my dear.

Well, tonight you will play a little comedy for him.

Suppose I say I won't.

Oh, then I shall have to be a little more persuasive.

Please. I thought this room was empty.

It was.

I woke you up, didn't I?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Well, I had better be going.

Just look at me.

Oh, will you fix it for me, please?

That swine Nero nearly busted my arm.

How? What happened? Who's Nero?

Great Nero, king of magic.

And his partner, Lila, queen of dance.

I don't suppose you have heard of us?

I'm afraid not.

Here.

Use this.

Thank you.

He's a devil, that Nero.

He ought to be behind bars, if you ask me.

Why don't you leave him?

You don't know what it's like to be afraid of someone.

Yes, I think I do.

You?

Who have you got to be frightened of?

You need money?

Oh, no, thanks.

You can give me a drink, if you like.

Help yourself.

Do you think I am a... too?

No nice looking, too.

And kind.

And generous.

Wanting to give me that money.

Why don't you take it?

Well, I don't know you very well, do I?

I'd like to... I'd like to know you a whole lot better.

Tell me something.

Yes?

What is it you're afraid of?

Oh, all right.

Don't tell me if you don't want to.

I was only trying to be friendly.

We are going to be friends, aren't we?

Yes, why not?

That's better.

I must go.

Will you come and see me dance? We are at the Blue Monkey.

Maybe.

When? I don't know.

Sometime.

I shall be looking out for you.

Well, well. On with the show.

Well? Well, what?

How did it go, your meeting with Mr. Stephen?

All right.

You're not very communicative, my dear.

Talk.

I did like you told me.

And? He fell for it.

And you?

He'll be around all right.

He did not say when, but he will come.

My clever little Lila.

What did you find out?

He's scared about something.

He will not say what, though.

And you were right about another thing.

He's loaded.

You should have seen his wallet.

I shall, my dear. I shall.

No. You're not going to hurt him, are you?

That will depend on him, my dear.

Why do you ask?

I don't know.

He's not such a bad chap.

He wanted to give me some money.

How touching.

The service is rendered, no doubt.

No. to help me get away from you.

Oh, you can laugh.

I was a fool not to take it.

Maybe next time I will.

Oh, no, my dear.

I go out.

She'll never get away from us, will she, Pluto?

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

J'ai eu vraiment envie de tout le temps. Mais non, il m'avait bien annoncé dans

une cave à Saint-Germain d'être prêt.

Tant pis pour moi et pour lui. Je crois bien que j'aurais dit oui.

C'est parti!

I don't

know what to say.

C'est parti!

He was out in front.

Stephen? I told you he'd come, didn't I?

So he's hooked.

He's hooked, right.

Could not keep his eyes off me.

You'd better get out quick.

He'll be around in a minute.

Plenty of time, my dear, plenty of time.

Come in.

A message for Mademoiselle Leelang.

What? Monsieur Stephen's compliments on Mademoiselle Leelang de Indiana of

joining him at his tavern.

You tell Monsieur Stephen that Mademoiselle Leelang...

would be simply delighted.

We men of the world, my dear, we do these things differently.

Here, make yourself beautiful for your prince charming.

He looks more like a tramp tonight.

You could strike a match on his chin.

Well, perhaps his conscience is bothering him. I sincerely hope so,

anyway. It'll make things much easier for me and much more profitable.

While you are entertaining our friend, I shall go back to the hotel.

You will leave here at midnight.

And at half-past twelve exactly, I shall burst in, in the nick of time, to save

you from a fate worse than death.

Or perhaps you would rather I gave you another ten minutes.

No, madame, we have no Mr. Urlach here.

Thank you. I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Well, maybe you could try the hotel on the other side of the street.

Hotel des Deux Sicilies. Maybe there, you know.

Pardon me, madame.

Are you looking for Monsieur Orlac?

Yes. Monsieur Stephen Orlac, the pianist.

Yes. Do you know him? I recognized him the moment I saw him. I, too, in my

humble way, am an artist.

He's staying here in the Sertol room number three.

You don't know what you are talking about.

In number three, it is not Monsieur Orlac. It is Monsieur Stephen.

Monsieur Stephen Orlac, madame.

We artists, we have our caprices. You understand sometimes we prefer to remain

incognito. Well, he's not here anyway. No doubt he'll be back soon.

In the meantime, if you would care to wait in his room.

I happen to live on the same floor and I'd be delighted to escort you.

Nice of you to come. Did you like the show?

Very much what I saw of it.

From this close, you must have seen plenty.

I liked what I saw very much indeed.

I must say, you don't look as if you have been enjoying yourself.

Couldn't we go somewhere else?

I'd like to, of course.

Good, I'll get the bill.

But I can't go yet. Not before 12.

I've got to stay and entertain the customers.

It's in my contract.

Well, perhaps if I spoke to the manager.

Oh, no.

Don't do that.

Why? If Nero got to hear it, he would skin me alive.

Why don't you go on back to the hotel?

Soon as I get away, I shall sleep in for a while and have a little drink with

you. How would that be?

Fine.

Don't be too long.

Stephen, I've been so worried.

How did you find me?

It was your car.

The police found it. The police?

I asked them to make inquiries. I thought something might have happened to

you.

Oh, but you see, I'm in the best of health.

I wasn't running from you.

I was running for myself.

It doesn't seem to have done much good.

You're still brooding about that terrible accident?

Not about the accident.

What happened afterwards?

Afterwards?

Only a few hours later at dawn, a man went to the guillotine.

Yes, I know. Louis Vasseur.

Louise, why did you take me to Vulture?

Why?

He seemed the obvious man to go to.

I mean, his reputation.

He's a genius. Everybody says so.

He's done the most amazing things. Grafting tissue, bones, even limbs.

And hands?

No. No, you don't think that.

It's not possible.

It's just your imagination.

Darling, it's an obsession.

Just look at these hands. They're not mine. They belong to someone else. They

have their own thoughts, their own will. I can't control them.

You'd better go, Louise.

No, Stephen, no.

Darling, I'm not frightened of you.

Go, I tell you, go!

Very well, then.

I'll go if you want me to.

Perhaps it's better for you to be alone for a while.

to work this out of your mind.

But when you need me, and you will need me, you'll know where to find me.

You couldn't find him, mademoiselle?

Yes, I found him.

And where was he?

In hell, Ange.

In hell.

Had you given me up?

I'd completely forgotten about you.

What's happened to you?

You've changed.

Have I?

For the better, I hope. I'm just leaving, Leland.

I thought you liked me.

I do.

Oh, stay with me.

Good evening.

Or should I say good morning? I trust I'm not premature.

It's Neil.

Now calm yourself, my dear, calm yourself.

Monsieur and I have one or two little things to discuss together, so off you

go.

Now, Monsieur Lecq, so you know my name.

Yes, I know everything about you.

Tragic accident.

How I wept when it was rumoured that you might never play again. Thank you, but

why don't you come to the point?

Fortunately, you were in very good hands.

Professor Wolchoff, remarkable surgeon.

I had a friend once who was also patient of his.

Paul Louis.

Paul Vasseur.

Vasseur?

Monsieur Arnach, would you do me a very great favour?

What?

In memory of my poor friend Louis Vasseur.

Would you permit me to shake his hand?

Excuse me, Mr. Orlack. This has just been delivered by special messenger. I

thought it might be important.

I shouldn't think so.

Just put it down, will you, John? Yes, sir.

Will you be requiring me any further now, sir?

Oh, thank you.

Standing room's sold out.

So, you ready?

Just give me a moment, will you, Morris?

Good heavens, man, you're as white as a sheep.

I'll bet you haven't had a thing to eat since breakfast.

No, as a matter of fact, I haven't.

I thought so. Great mistake.

Food's a great help at a time like this.

The condemned man ate a hearty breakfast and walked with a firm tread to the

scaffold.

How about a trot of brandy? Also very appropriate on these occasions.

Thank you.

You sure?

Well, shall we go?

Thank you.

Stephen! Bill!

Let me get a doctor.

Where can he be all this time?

Well, let's give him time to get here.

I can't understand it. He seemed fine when I left him.

A little nervous, perhaps, but no more than usual.

He's highly strung.

Yes, I suppose so. Most artists are.

Not all.

Have you ever seen him in this condition before?

Uncle Francis, please.

I'd prefer not to talk about it. What don't you want to talk about?

My little exhibition tonight?

I can't say I blame you.

Stephen, we've been so worried.

There was no need.

I'm quite all right.

That was just a display of artistic temperament, if you can call my

performance artistic.

It was certainly unorthodox.

Darling, what happened? It wasn't like you.

Stephen, I'm no musician, but I should say that your performance this evening

was that of a man undergoing severe nervous strain.

Why don't you let me get one of my colleagues to give you a check over?

Yes, why don't you?

Thank you.

But I can prescribe for myself.

What about you, Doctor?

One for the road?

Thank you, no.

I think I'll have an early night.

And I'd advise you both to do the same.

Good night, Stephen.

Good night.

Poor Uncle Francis.

You weren't very nice to him.

I wasn't very nice to you.

It doesn't matter about me.

I'm your wife.

I love you.

Yes?

May I speak to Monsieur Louis Vasseur?

Who?

Vasseur.

Who was it? What was it? Wrong number?

Yes.

Wrong number.

Go back to sleep.

Well, I hope you know what you're doing.

My dear, I always know what I'm doing.

That's the reason why we came to London.

You must be patient, my dear, just a little more patient.

Before I'm through with him, he'll be on his knees begging to give us every cent

in his gut.

Unless he kills himself first.

Yes, it might be a little difficult if he died before I could get my hands on

his money.

Isn't it, mefisto?

Think what you like, but I've done too much already.

If you go on, you go on alone, without me.

My dear little Lila.

I picked you out of the gutter.

You want me to throw you back?

I don't need you.

I could earn a living all right.

Yes, of course you could.

With a scar on your face.

Sweetheart. Felix here.

Nero and Leelang on stage for rehearsal.

Come in, Monsieur Felix.

Yes. This is Monsieur Horlach's apartment.

I'm afraid he's out at the moment.

Can I give him a message?

You are Madame Horlach?

Yes. I must speak with you, please.

It is very important.

Very well. Come in, please.

Sit down, please.

Thank you, Madame. Thank you.

As you see, Madame...

I am a widow.

My poor husband died in the most tragic circumstances.

I am sorry.

Can I get you something?

Perhaps a glass of water?

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Madame.

I have come to bring you a message from the other world.

A message?

Madame, my husband cannot rest.

He told me, fine, Monsieur Stephen Norlock, implore him to give back that

which belongs to me.

My husband's got something which belongs to him. Have you any idea what it can

be?

I don't know, madame.

You will ask M. Orlac.

I'll ask him, but... Oh, thank you, madame.

Just a moment.

You haven't told me your name.

It is an unhappy one, madame.

But perhaps it will be familiar to you.

My husband was Louis Vasseur, big day.

I don't believe in that. No, no worries.

Oh, hello, Graham. Am I interrupting you? Don't be angry.

I want to meet your guest.

It is Mr. Orlack, isn't it?

Oh, don't you two know each other? Stephen Orlack, Graham Coates, the

sculptor. How do you do, Mr. Coates?

How do you do, Mr. Orlack?

I'm sorry to miss your recital last night.

Have I said the wrong thing?

What? Oh, no, no, my dear Chapman. Not at all.

I've been in Brussels.

Flew back this morning.

And you're fortunate.

You missed a fiasco.

I can hardly believe that.

I'm going to ask you a big favor, Mr. Orlatt.

I want you to let me use your hands.

My hands? I'm not asking you to sit for me. I know you'd be much too busy for

that. But if you could spare me a couple of hours, I'd like to photograph them

and take some wax impressions.

I'm sorry. Now, don't say no until you've heard me out.

This is a major work. It's the most ambitious thing I've ever tackled.

It's going to stand in Duncester Cathedral, the raising of Lazarus from

the dead, above the high altar.

Now, this is how I see it. On the left, Jesus, his arm outstretched.

Lazarus, come forth.

Behind him, Thomas, doubting Thomas, Martha, Mary, the disciples.

Over to the right, the tomb, a gaping void, the stone rolled away.

All we see of Lazarus is his hands.

His hands.

Your hands, Orlac.

projecting from the tomb, the mouldering grave clothes trailing behind them.

What do you think of that?

No!

No!

No!

I don't know what to believe.

A woman called today.

I'm frightened to tell Stephen what she said.

She said she was Madame Vasseur.

Madame Vasseur?

Oh, uncle, it couldn't be true.

Stephen couldn't have the hands of Vasseur.

I should say that at the present time it would be utterly impossible.

But surgeons have done some remarkable things.

Uncle Francis, if Professor Volfsheff told you that he had grafted the hands

of Louis Vasseur onto Stephen's wrists, would you believe him?

I suppose I should have to.

I have to be sure.

Hello, Stephen.

Hello. Forgive my intrusion.

Hello. Where's Louise?

She left a message for you. That's why I'm here.

Cigarette? No, thank you.

How do you like the case? Gift from a grateful patient.

Rather a touching inscription.

Very nice.

What's this about Louise?

Nothing much. Migraine, a little out of sorts, that's all.

However, purely as a precautionary measure, I've sent her into the Maribyrn

Clinic for a complete check-up.

You're keeping something from me.

Why, dear Stephen, it's a simple routine procedure.

There's absolutely nothing to be alarmed about.

You're sure?

She may be back tomorrow with a clean bill of health.

Thank God for that.

Go a little gently with her, that's all.

What makes you think I don't go gently with her?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

You know, a lot of Americans have a check-up every six months.

You know, if you ever thought of it,

I could always arrange for you to have one.

Why me?

Why not?

I thought British doctors weren't allowed to drum up trade.

That's rather an offensive remark, Stephen.

It was an offensive suggestion.

Oh, I think I'd better be going.

As you wish.

Fool that I am. I've left my cigarette case on that table.

Here you are. Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Hello, the Marylebone Clinic.

Could I leave a message for Mrs. Orlack, please?

Orlack. O-R-L-A-C.

She's not there?

Are you quite sure?

Give me back my hands.

Bolchev gave you my hands, but he also gave me back my head.

Nero, I fooled you that time, didn't I, Mr. Sherlock?

It was a very convincing performance, wasn't it?

I should have been famous, too, you know.

As famous as you are.

But you were always the lucky one.

It was lucky for you that you met me in Marseilles.

What are you after, blackmail?

Oh, how unkind, Monsieur Luck.

Surely you must know that I'm your friend.

Besides, I came here on an errand of mercy.

Did you know that your charming little wife and her wise old guardian were

planning to have you certified?

They want to put you away.

Get out.

Get out or I'll kill you.

How murderous we are.

Last night, Beethoven, and tonight, poor Nero.

I'm grateful, Monsieur, but Nero is generous.

Here, take these, and I will leave you your hands.

Or should I say the hands of the unfortunate Louis Rousseau.

Goodbye, Stephen.

I hope that the next time I call on you, it won't be in the madhouse.

Excuse me.

You come at a bad moment, madame.

Professor Wolscher has suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.

These gentlemen are about to perform an emergency operation.

Forgive me.

I hope it will be successful.

Are they clear prints?

Yes, they're very good.

Are they identifiable?

Oh, yes.

What are your relations with the French Cirque?

Oh, usual entente, non so cordiale.

Why? Could you check those prints against the records of a man called

Vasseur, Louis Vasseur?

Vasseur?

Yes, I remember, a strangler.

But he's dead. He was guillotined almost a year ago.

I want those prints checked against his.

You need a spiritualist, not Scotland Yard.

I know it sounds odd, but can you do it?

Yes, very simple.

Would you like to tell me why?

Not just at present.

Darling, I'm back.

Missed me?

Where have you been?

Didn't Uncle Francis tell you?

Oh, yes, he told me.

It's a most affecting little tale.

I was quite worried about you.

Darling, what's wrong?

I've spent the time looking at this.

How horrible.

Who did it?

Don't you know?

I can't imagine.

Surely you don't think I did?

Didn't you?

No. No, of course not.

Darling, you must believe me.

Why should I believe you?

Stephen, don't turn against me. You need me.

If it wasn't you, then it must have been Nero.

Nero? Yes.

The man I met in Marseille.

Now he's here in London.

Excuse me, miss. Are you from the press?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Felix just went up on the stage. I'll call him.

No, don't trouble.

I'm in no hurry.

I'll watch the show.

Please yourself.

The girl's not bad.

Nero, I want to work with you.

You can cut along, my dear.

Oh, Joy.

But, Miss.

Good afternoon, Madame Vasseur.

You? You are mistaken, Madame.

My name is not Vasseur.

No, I didn't think it was.

Go away.

You have no right to come in here. It is private.

I'm only returning your call.

I tell you, I have never seen you before.

You are taking me for somebody else.

I don't think so.

What about this?

I told him it would not work.

I warned him.

Look, all I'm saying is we want to see a bit less of your conjuring tricks and a

bit more of your fair lady.

See what I mean?

Yes. Yes, I see what you mean.

Well, do something about it before tonight, okay?

They ought to be the unbarred, doesn't it?

We don't know what they've been through.

Like living with a wild beast.

Get the cake out of hurting people.

Madame Orlac, bring the police.

Bring them tonight.

I will talk to them.

Yes, but please, they must protect me from him.

I'll tell them.

What was that?

I thought I heard something.

You must go now, quickly, before he comes back.

Go by the back way at the end of the passage.

Expensive perfume you're using, my dear.

Like it?

I could smell it all the way down the passage.

What did Felix want?

Felix? Felix informed me with his usual tact that his patrons are less

interested in my brains than in your delicious body.

What did you say? My dear, what could I say? An artist has a duty to his public.

If they want your body, then they must have it.

You mean we've got to change the act before tonight?

It's only a minor alteration.

But the effect will be sensational.

Well, hadn't you better let me in on it? No, no, my dear.

I want to surprise you, too.

Yes?

This is Ward 05780.

I'm giving you my number, Monsieur Eulach, before you hang up, in case you

should want to talk to your friend Nero.

And I'm sure you will want to.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, I know who it is.

What have you to say to me?

I told you Madame Orlac and her guardian were planning to put you away.

Well, it's going to happen tonight.

Unless you act first, you will wake up tomorrow in very unpleasant

surroundings.

A bientot, dear Monsieur Orlac.

These fingerprints are Stephen Orlack's, aren't they?

Why do you say that? Mrs. Orlack is a relation of yours, isn't she?

She was here a few minutes ago.

Here? Inspector Jagger saw her.

Tell Dr. Cochran.

Well, the lady was in a very excitable condition, sir.

She said that there was some fellow called Nero who was persecuting her

husband. Do you know anything about this, Doctor?

No. Go on, Jagger.

Well, it was something about her husband's hand, she said.

She wanted me to have this man arrested.

It wasn't until I'd heard a word with the super here... That it began to make

sense. If you can call blackmail making sense.

Anyway, I'm having this man Nero picked up and brought in for questioning. When?

Tonight. These fingerprints are Stephen Orlick's, aren't they?

His mind's tottering on a razor's edge.

Anything might happen.

I thought that if his fingerprints were compared with Vasseur's and proved to be

different, it should relieve him of his morbid fixation.

This is a reply from France.

As you see, they won't let us have Vasseur's prints.

But... This is of the utmost importance.

We must let Louisa know at once.

Hello? Uncle Francis, I've been trying to get you.

Scotland Yard? But I just came from there.

Yes, I told them, but I don't think they believe me.

Uncle Francis, he must be stopped. He's out of his mind.

Well, they're going to.

Tonight.

Oh, thank God.

What a relief.

So Nero was right.

Louise? Louise, what's happened?

Louise!

Louise!

Tell him to get my car around. Hurry!

He put me in his arms as soon as I got out of the cinema.

Oh la la.

And he asked me to do a little dance in the woods.

He put me in a taxi at the edge of the night if I was really afraid of him.

Yes, yes, yes.

Never mind for me and for him. I think I would have said yes.

He gave me a cup of tea and then big cookies at his mother's

and at the end of a little moment.

J'ai eu vraiment envie de foutre le camp. Plus long.

S'il m'avait dit, viens danser dans une cave à Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

Tant pis pour moi et pour lui. Je crois bien que j'aurais dit oui.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The porter will have a key. I'll fetch him.

Wait, there's someone coming.

Where's Louise?

My dear, are you all right?

He hasn't hurt you?

He tried, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't do it.

Uncle Francis, Stephen loves me. He loves me just as before.

Stephen.

Where is Stephen?

He's gone.

Maestro!

She was innocent.

I saw it in her eyes.

It was you.

Come on, bring it on.

All right, all right, that's enough.

Take him away.

Aren't you going to arrest me?

No, I don't think so.

Well, you should.

Didn't my wife tell you? I tried to kill her.

It's these hands.

I can't seem to control them.

There's nothing wrong with your hands, Mr. Orlake.

Here.

You'd better read this.

It's from the Société in Paris.

The case of Louis Vasseur has been officially reopened.

It's a nasty business, but there seems to be no doubt that he was innocent.

Innocent? Yes.

They've got the real murderer. He's confessed.

Louis Vasseur was innocent.

S'il avait eu l'air méchant ou bien jeune, ne sais quoi d'inquiétant, le

brigand. S'il m'avait dit, mon petit, avec moi on ne fait jamais de chichi.

S'il m'avait emmené chez lui, s'il m'avait vers minuit apporté un grand

verre de whisky.

Ou ainsi, tant pis pour moi et pour lui, je crois bien que j'aurais dit oui.

Car c'est comme ça que j'aime les gars qui ont des arguments qui vont dans le

bal. Si tant je prends mon temps et... Thank

you. Thank

you.