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You'll never win, you'll always lose.

And you sympathize.

Of all the newsworthy stories around London,

I gotta get stuck with The Great Vorelli.

Well, he must have something.

Yeah, well, we'll soon find out.

You got that expert on mesmerism all set, that Dr. Heller?

Oh, I spoke to him earlier.

He said he'd find his own way to the theater tonight.

He doesn't want to see you.

He said he couldn't bear

to meet a journalist in the evening,

but he'll come by the office tomorrow morning at 10:30

to give you his opinion of Mr. Vorelli.

He's a bit independent, is he?

Does he know we're paying him for his services?

I don't think he's the least bit interested in the money.

Yeah, but these retired experts,

they don't care about the money, so they tell you.

Well, make a note so I won't forget

to be available for Mr. Heller at 10:30 tomorrow.

And what else?

What about the girl who's gonna volunteer?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mark.

I forgot to tell you, the one we picked, she won't do it.

She's afraid.

Afraid of what?

She's afraid of Vorelli doing things to her mind.

We'll go get someone else.

It will be difficult on such short notice.

Yeah.

Hello, can I speak to Marianne, please?

Hello, hello, Marianne?

How are you?

Yeah, Marianne, how'd you like to go to the theater tonight?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm going to suggest to this man that is life is in danger,

that he may die at any moment.

Mr. Harrison, look into my eyes.

Mr. Harrison, you told me that in China

you once saw a man executed in the streets.

I want you to imagine that you are in his place,

that you are on your knees.

On your knees.

You're about to be executed by a soldier,

who'll put a single bullet through the back of your head.

You're alone.

You look up and see the faces of the crowd.

In moments they will move away,

leaving you dead on the pavement.

You turn, and see the soldier standing behind you.

His face grim, his gun ready for firing.

You are moments from death.

You await the sound of the gun

and the pain of a bullet crashing into your head.

You wait for the sound of the gun,

and the pain of the bullet smashing into your head.

Now ladies and gentlemen, I should like another volunteer.

Anyone?

Perhaps the young lady in the seventh row?

Anyone at all?

Go on.

Mark, I really don't, I don't think so.

Come on, you promised.

Oh, all right.

Well, this is very kind of you.

But do you mind telling me your name?

Marianne Horn.

Are you frightened, Ms. Horn?

No, I don't think so.

Are you by any chance a professional entertainer?

No, no.

I didn't think so.

You seem like a very shy girl.

Well Ms. Horn, do you dance?

Well, everyone does.

Ballet?

Well no, not since a few lessons as a child.

I see.

Now Ms. Horn, don't be frightened.

Just look into my eyes.

That's right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have with us tonight an expert on modern dancing.

He will dance with Ms. Horn,

and I guarantee you

that she will dance as well with the expert.

Ms. Horn, in a few moments you'll be hearing some music.

When the music begins, you will become a dancer.

You are again Ms. Marianne Horn.

What a magnificent dancer has been lost.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,

for your very kind attention.

Magda, if you please.

What happened to you?

I don't know.

Where'd you learn to dance like that?

Mark, I don't know.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

I should like to introduce my esteemed collaborator, Hugo.

Now to look at him, you might think

he was just another ordinary ventriloquist dummy.

Indeed he is, but he has unexpected talents.

Well Hugo, what are you going to do

to amuse the audience tonight?

Anything you say, my dear Vorelli.

Except that kind of thing.

Why, what do you mean by that?

Simply that you are laughing while I am talking.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Oh, it's an old ventriloquist trick.

They're all doing it now, it's corny.

Perhaps we can show the audience a variation on the theme.

Give me some wine.

I want some wine.

A dummy, drinking wine?

Don't be ridiculous.

I want some.

Give it to me, I know what wine is.

I've had wine before.

I want some wine, why shouldn't I have some wine?

You are a dummy, Hugo.

Now, was that so corny?

Listen to the audience applaud.

They're not applauding you, they're applauding me.

Yes, me, Hugo the dummy.

Well, if it's for you,

you must go and thank the audience, mustn't you?

Go to the footlights and thank them.

You must obey me.

Hugo,

walk to the footlights and thank them.

Thank you.

Now return to your master.

Do you know who that girl was?

The one you were seducing mentally?

Ms. Horn, Ms. Marianne Horn.

One of the richest girls in all England.

Her aunt is giving a charity ball Saturday night.

I think I'll just ring up and offer my talents for charity.

Marianne...

Marianne...

Come to me.

What did you say?

Hmm?

Nothing, why?

Oh, I thought I heard you call my name.

You must be hearing things.

You know, I gotta hand it to that Vorelli.

His act's certainly different.

That dummy is fascinating.

He frightens me.

He really does seem to have some unusual powers.

Yeah, for once head office

came up with a good idea in this Vorelli.

I still think he's a phony, but he's a damn good one.

I'd certainly like to get a chance to examine that dummy.

There, there you can help me.

Oh, can I now? - Mm.

That's just what you think.

Oh, I've had enough, thank you.

No, come on, please.

What can I do?

Well, as your aunt is holding her annual charity ball,

all you've got to do is go and see The Great Vorelli,

and invite him to come.

I know he will.

I saw the way he eyed you when you walked up on that stage.

Besides, your aunt would love it, you know it.

Give you a chance to get a good close look at that doll,

'cause you will invite him to stay the night, hmm?

It's the only way I can get a chance to examine it.

With all the press clippings on Vorelli,

no one's ever been near that doll.

He won't let anybody see it or touch it,

unless he's using it.

How 'bout it?

Well, you know he's very attractive.

I might just be attracted to him.

Oh?

Well, I'll take that chance.

How 'bout it?

All right, the things I do for you.

You know, he's too good.

That Vorelli is just too good.

He must have some kind of gimmick.

It's the work of a highly trained hypnotist.

The art of hypnosis has advanced a great deal

since the days of Mesmer.

How do you account for that dummy walking?

I think if you were to examine the dummy,

you would find it a bag of mechanical tricks.

The tension between Vorelli and that dummy,

it was there, everybody felt it.

Mass hypnosis, Mr. English.

It's as real as individual hypnosis.

What we saw was a dramatical production.

I'm telling you, a succession of theatrical tricks.

Right, I don't want to see any jealousy.

If we keep on this way, you know what will happen.

You may go in now.

Thank you.

I am very pleased that we meet again, Ms. Horn.

Oh, I didn't even know if you'd remember me.

No, no, I did not forget you.

Oh, thank you, but I came to ask you for a favor.

To come to your aunt's charity ball?

Yes, but how did you guess?

Very prosaic, I'm afraid.

I read in the newspaper

that your aunt was giving a charity ball.

I'm afraid you're right.

Will you join me?

What is it?

A wine from Sicily.

Rather sweet, but very good at this hour.

I always have it.

It's called Sangue della Vergine, Blood of the Virgin.

Smell it, it has a lovely bouquet.

It's rather early for a drink.

Oh, but this is an occasion.

To the charity ball.

You mean you will come?

If you want me.

Oh, indeed we do.

This is marvelous.

I really didn't expect that I could walk in here

and you'd accept the invitation just like that.

Oh, but you do know it's a charity.

Your fee...

Will be nothing.

My aunt will be so pleased.

I don't know how to thank you.

I should be delighted.

Oh, but you haven't finished your drink.

It's rather sweet.

Look into it.

So deep and rich, and red and warm.

Deep,

rich,

red,

and warm.

Uh, you will come then?

If you want me.

Saturday then.

After your performance here, we'll send a car.

Thank you.

Aunt Eva, this is your fourth drink.

No dear, it's my fifth.

Oh, you're wicked.

Are you enjoying yourself, darling?

You're looking lovely.

Thank you.

Hi. - Hello.

Mark, you're absolutely marvelous.

You're doing everything beautifully.

You know, we've never had enough publicity.

Now remember...

Marianne, Marianne.

She adores it.

Don't worry, I will.

Oh dear, I must go talk to that dreadful Lady Hampton.

Oh, Lady Hampton!

What's the matter?

Hey?

Hmm?

Oh, nothing.

Daydreaming, I suppose.

Mark, I don't like it.

Well, your aunt loves it.

Hmm, she doesn't know what you're really here for.

As long as I get the Vorelli story, what does it matter?

Oh, it's just...

I don't know, I wish I had not seen him.

Oh Mark, when do I introduce Mr. Vorelli?

Just about time now.

Oh dear!

Come on, don't worry.

Everything will be all right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a great surprise for you tonight.

Now, will everybody at the back please come forward?

Thank you, and then I'd like you to form a semicircle.

I have much pleasure

in presenting The Great Vorelli and Hugo.

Well Hugo,

I think you should sing a song for the audience.

No, I'm tired.

Well, you're in a surly mood.

I'm going to leave you alone

and when you're ready to perform, fine.

In the meantime, if you'll excuse me,

I would like to have something to eat.

I've just come from the theater and I haven't had time.

Oh, ham.

I love it.

You cannibal.

Well, what would you have to eat, Hugo,

to make you a cannibal, sawdust?

Don't I get anything to eat?

I'm hungry.

Whoever heard of a ventriloquist dummy eating?

I can eat.

I can eat like you can.

You are not the only one who likes to eat.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm hungry, I want something to eat.

Now!

You surely don't expect me to wait on you?

No, but I do want to eat!

Very well then, get up and get it yourself.

Don't drink too much, Hugo.

It might make the sawdust in your stomach swell.

You're a dummy, Hugo.

A common puppet.

Hugo!

Put down the knife.

I said,

put it down.

You know you frightened the ladies.

You must apologize.

Tell them you're sorry.

I am sorry,

ladies and gentlemen.

And me?

I...

Yes, say it.

I am

sorry.

Master.

Master.

He went upstairs 10 minutes ago.

He should be back by now.

If he does come down, I'm going up.

I've got to have a look at that dummy.

It just isn't possible.

He must have someone inside it.

Some kind of a small man or a boy.

It's the only explanation.

Other than that, it's mechanical.

Darling, absolutely thrilling.

Perfectly marvelous.

Have you ever seen anything so marvelous, Mark?

No, never.

He comes.

Oh, excuse me.

Congratulations.

Mr. Vorelli, you were magnificent.

Thank you.

I think I should like a drink.

Would you care to join me, Ms. Horn?

Thank you.

What a wonderful performance.

And when I call, you will come.

Wherever you are, you will come,

but until I call, you will be yourself,

your usual charming self.

I must leave you now, my dear.

Marianne.

Come to me.

Remember, you promised to obey me.

You must obey me.

Come to me, Marianne.

Marianne.

Now.

Marianne.

Come to me.

Marianne.

You have come, my Marianne.

You've obeyed me, but you do not know you're here.

Tomorrow, you will remember nothing.

I will remember nothing.

You are very beautiful, my Marianne.

You must learn to respond.

Are you afraid of me?

No.

Then why do you resist me?

You're not strong enough.

My thoughts have already penetrated your mind.

You see?

I have only to think.

Help me.

Find me

in Berlin,

1948.

Find me

in Berlin.

Hugo?

Your morning coffee. Mr. English.

Thanks.

And how was your evening?

That dummy talked to me last night.

He came to my room.

He came to your room, the dummy?

That's right.

And what did he say to you, Mark?

I know this is gonna sound crazy, but he asked for help.

He mentioned Berlin, Berlin 1948.

When did you start having these nightmares, Mark?

Tell Dr. Louisa all about it.

There was no nightmare.

I saw and heard that dummy.

It was as real as...

You can't be serious.

I am.

Hello?

It's for you, Mark.

Hello?

Well hello, Mark.

Mark, Marianne is not feeling so well.

The whole house is in a shambles after last night.

I was wondering, I hoped you might come out here.

Well, what's happened?

Oh, you know, Mark,

the charity ball, the preparations, the excitement.

Well, she's upset, enough to upset anyone.

Well, is she all right?

Well, Dr. Keisling, our family doctor is here.

He'd like to have a word with you.

Hello, Mr. English?

Yes, doctor?

Well, there's nothing to be alarmed about, Mr. English,

but I think it would be best if you were to see Marianne.

Oh, what's wrong?

Oh, nothing serious,

but I just think that you should be here.

Well, it will take me about two hours.

Very well.

I shall look forward to meeting you, goodbye.

I'm very glad that you were able to come so quickly.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

She seems to be in a state of semicoma,

with overtones of delirium.

Make him stop, Mark.

I am, darling.

Mm.

Make him stop, Mark.

Mark, make him stop!

Darling, what is it?

He's calling me, Mark.

Please make him stop!

Who?

Please.

Make him stop.

Let her rest.

Perhaps if she sleeps, the fever will go.

Oh, make him stop.

A very strange case.

Ah, no thank you.

I was hoping your visit would've helped.

Perhaps she was hypnotized.

I beg your pardon?

Vorelli.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry, doctor.

She's been put in a trance by a professional hypnotist,

a man called Vorelli, The Great Vorelli.

Oh, Mr. English, in this day and age?

But how, for what reason, why?

You said yourself, you couldn't understand the symptoms.

Your very words were, "A strange case."

Yes, we still have to make the tests.

It's possibly some unknown virus.

Do you know Dr. Heller,

the expert on hypnosis and mesmerism?

I once attended one of his lectures at the university.

Very interesting theories.

I'd like him to see Marianne.

Oh, of course if you feel it will help,

I've got no objection,

but in the meanwhile we'll carry on with the tests.

Thank you, doctor.

Hmm, you don't believe a word I'm saying, do you?

Well, let us say that I will keep

what you Americans call, an open mind.

You, um, you wanted to see me?

It was a fine exhibition you put on out there tonight.

I wasn't feeling well.

You almost succeeded in ruining my entire performance.

I couldn't help it!

I'm not perfect.

Perhaps the work is becoming too hard for you, Magda.

You're not as young as you used to be.

No, not as young as that little bitch

who shakes the hips at you.

Oh, don't talk that nonsense.

You went to her house.

Did you have her?

I suppose the stupid girl thinks she's in love with you now.

You've always been a fool.

Well, you did stay out with her all night, didn't you?

Did you succeed?

Tell me, did she respond?

Stop worrying.

You worry about nothing.

You told me it was just her money,

but you won't fool me again!

Oh, I know that look in your eyes.

Money is very important.

Look, I was with you when you had nothing,

when I gave you money to eat!

You've had it back with interest.

Oh, if you think

that you can just throw me away like that.

Well, you're wrong!

You imagine things, my dear.

You must relax, be calm, quiet.

Oh, I know all about you,

and if you think that you can get rid of me, just try!

Because then I'll go and see

your precious little Marianne Horn

and tell her a few things.

Maybe even better, the police.

And what will you tell them, that I love you?

Oh, don't give me that.

You're a foolish girl and we're both upset.

I told you many times that I loved you.

You say anything.

But how many times have I had my arms around you?

And now you're getting tired of it.

You're a woman, and very, very beautiful.

Go, I think you need a little rest.

No, I can't, I, I have some work to do.

It will wait, come.

Would you like a cup of coffee, Mark?

Yeah, thanks.

Hello, Dr. Heller. - Hello.

Hello, Mr. English.

Oh, come in, doctor.

Louisa, how 'bout that coffee?

Yes, certainly.

Sit down. - Thank you.

I've just seen Ms. Horn.

Oh, how is she?

Well, she's slipped back into her semicomatose state.

Oh, by the way, I called Vorelli and talked to him.

He confirmed my findings

that Marianne has a subconscious fear of hypnosis.

It's all his fault, isn't it?

He can't be blamed.

Marianne agreed to be hypnotized.

Vorelli even offered to put her

into another state of hypnosis and break the control again,

but it's too dangerous, much too dangerous.

We must find some other solution.

Yes, but how?

I'm not quite certain yet.

In any case, it will take time.

The mind is fragile.

One has to be delicate and patient.

There must be something I can do.

Hugo, she said you were ugly.

Good morning, Mr. English.

We finally got through to Mr. Stanton...

Nevermind that, get me Bob Garrett on the phone in Berlin,

the elusive Mr. Garrett.

Try his hotel, if I know him, that's where he'll be.

Hey Mark, what's with the dawn patrol?

Say, how's the action in England?

Action, what action?

What are you talking about?

Limey broads, man, limey broads.

What else?

Nevermind that, I got a job for you.

A what?

Look man, I'm sweating my guts out here.

I'm at the typewriter right now

working like hell on the Berlin Wall article.

Get a pencil and pad ready.

Hold on a minute.

Honey, let me have the pad and pencil.

Thanks.

Okay Mark, fill me in, fill me in.

Magician, a hypnotist by the name of The Great Vorelli.

He used to work in Berlin.

I want you to find out everything,

repeat, everything available on him.

I want you to go way back, as far back as 1947.

I want to know who he is,

where he came from, and who he worked with.

Check the police files, the hospitals,

the birth records, and the theaters, you got that?

Slow down, Mark boy, slow down.

How do you spell that?

V- O-R-E-L-L-I, Vorelli, okay.

Now get your tail out of bed and go to work.

We'll call, we'll call.

Stay cool and all that jazz.

Hey, how did you know I was in bed?

It figures, boy, it figures.

Call me the moment you get something, okay?

So long, buddy.

Okay you.

Vorelli's assistant was found dead.

Listen to this.

"Ms. Gardinas was last seen alive by Carlos Santi,

"the stage dresser at 7:45 last night.

"He returned to awaken her

"for the evening performance at 8:10 and he found her dead.

"Mr. Jack Walton, the manager of the theater

"stated that Mr. Vorelli was in his office.

"He was talking with British customs officials concerning

"passport and clearance papers for a pending trip to Spain.

"The customs officials have verified Mr. Walton's statement.

"They were interrupted by shouts from Carlos Santi,

"who had just found the body."

Now here's the gem, listen.

Mr. Vorelli said, quote, "The poor girl

"had not an enemy in the world, a most shocking crime.

"I hope the police will persevere,

"find the murderer and see that justice is done.

"I will miss her very much indeed."

The Great Vorelli with an airtight alibi.

You know, what I think?

I think he killed her.

Somehow he killed her.

Let's see what Bob Garrett digs up in Berlin.

Well, nothing we've done so far has helped.

The new drug from America

seems to have a tranquilizing effect, that is something.

Mr. Vorelli called again today.

He seemed very concerned about Marianne.

Yes, he calls regularly, very nice chap.

Doctor, I think you should come up and see Ms. Horn.

She's still delirious.

I was afraid of that.

Another injection, nurse.

One half cc.

Phone call for you, Mark, your office.

How is she?

Hello, Louisa.

Yeah, what is it?

He's onto something, what does that mean?

Is that all he told you?

Louisa, get me a ticket on the next plane to Berlin.

Call Garrett and have him meet me at the airport.

Have him reserve me a room at the Hilton.

No, I don't know how long I'll be there.

Marianne, Marianne.

Yes, yes, it's coming now.

Oh, Grace.

Grace, you look very pretty.

Do you think you know the routine well enough?

Yes sir.

Poor Magda, I shall miss her in many ways.

You will go on in her place tonight.

Thank you, sir.

You may go now, Grace.

I shall try not to disappoint you, Mr. Vorelli.

I'm sure you won't, my dear.

Well, where do we start?

Relax, Mark, relax.

I'll tell you all about it.

In 1947, Vorelli was just breaking into Vaudeville,

but before that he was a doctor.

A doctor?

The way I get it, after he got his degree,

he refused to practice.

He became a fanatic on the mysteries of the East.

He even went out there to study.

Where?

Egypt, India, Burma,

and we suspect an entire year with the lamas in Tibet,

always studying the same thing.

Hypnosis?

No, not exactly.

It's more like he believed

that you could separate man from his soul.

It's really hard to pin down, Mark.

What about the Vaudeville act?

In December '47, he was kicked out of the medical society.

I haven't had a chance to check up on the reasons yet,

but anyway, he was kicked out.

The next anybody saw of him

was when he showed up in Vaudeville.

He had this act with a boy and girl,

hypnotism and all that jazz.

He'd put them under and they'd do things.

One of the tricks Vorelli did

was to stick a dagger into the boy.

Through a friend of mine,

I've been able to locate the woman.

That's where I'm taking you now.

Hmm, I think you might be from the American police,

looking for something!

We are not from the police.

What is it then you want?

I want to know what happened in 1948

from when you worked with him.

There was an accident, wasn't there?

Mm, yeah.

And they would not listen to me.

Your partner, a boy, part of the act?

Oh yes, Hugo.

Hugo?

Tell us about it.

It would be better to,

cut Vorelli's throat, hmm?

It was a long time ago.

I was younger.

Vorelli hired Hugo Novik and me.

We had an act, Hugo and I.

Dancers.

We made little money, but we were happy.

Vorelli said we would make more, okay.

Yes, go on.

Well, Vorelli would hypnotize us, make us do things,

but offstage, we were ourselves.

But then, Hugo changed.

Vorelli became his master.

Then, he got the dummy.

Oh, it looks like Hugo.

Yes, it could resemble me.

It will be, it will be.

Get out and don't come back until I call for you!

You will not believe this.

The police did not believe, but I saw!

One night, I come into the dressing room.

It is a dress rehearsal,

like taking the soul of Hugo,

giving it to the dummy.

I tell you, I saw!

I believe you, Mercedes.

Then you are the first, and I am not alone.

There is another who knows.

So go on, what happened next?

I told you, Vorelli would hypnotize us,

make me do foolish things.

He made Hugo lift incredible weights,

stick a dagger into him here, into his breast.

Then, one night.

This time, Hugo, you're going to die.

He is my slave.

He will feel nothing.

That is the power of hypnotism.

Behold.

Never before had he felt it, but this time,

every time, many times before, Hugo felt nothing!

But this time, Hugo felt the blood come.

A little hard to believe.

Nobody believes.

The police, nobody.

Hans, come here.

They would not believe Hans either.

Do you want me, Mercedes?

Hans, here he is.

He will tell you.

These are reporters.

They want to know about Vorelli.

Tell them, go on.

Tell them about the dummy.

Well, there isn't much I can say.

I was a cleaner at the time.

I was not even on the stage when it happened.

I was in Vorelli's room.

Everybody was out so I could clean up the room.

I did not see, but I heard, when the dagger went into Hugo.

I saw the puppet.

Terror, then the police, confusion, the hearing.

Did you both testify at the hearing?

Yeah, they asked questions, I tell them.

They laugh, call me crazy.

What was the verdict?

He willingly took the risk, accident.

He lived for three months after the accident

in a hospital like a vegetable.

He did not move for three months,

just laid there and looked at the ceiling.

Then, he died.

He died.

Gentlemen, I don't want to push you out,

but Mercedes has some business to attend to.

Customers come here, you know?

So if you're through,

perhaps you will give us 100 marks for the information.

Well, we lose more than that in time already.

Pay him, and Bobby, take me right back to that airport.

At first I thought Vorelli had a mechanical doll,

or even a living person inside the dummy.

I even sneaked into his room and examined the doll,

but it was nothing but a wooden puppet.

I never told you this before, doctor,

the night I examined that doll, it came to my room.

It talked to me.

You are dreaming.

Yeah, I knew you'd say that,

and at first I thought I was dreaming too.

But what that doll told me

led me directly to Mercedes in Berlin.

I know you'll think I'm mad,

but somehow he's put a man's life into that doll.

You have a most vivid imagination.

But I just don't like it, doctor.

Marianne is bedridden.

It's too like Hugo Novik.

For three months he lay in a bed helpless.

You are magnifying this problem.

With Hugo Novik, it was catalepsy.

Catalepsy?

Yeah, there's no question.

A perfect case of traumatic shock.

Well, that explains it.

The dagger, only instead of telling him it wouldn't hurt,

he probably told him he would die, or all but die.

And for three months he lay in a hospital helpless,

while Vorelli completed his transfer.

He put his spirit into that dummy before Hugo died.

And all this while,

Hugo Novik's soul has been inside the dummy?

Ah, this is madness, and besides,

Marianne never suffered from any traumatic shocks.

Well, maybe she did, I don't know.

The night Vorelli performed out at her aunt's house,

something happened to her in his room.

The next day she was laying helpless in bed.

Anyway, Hugo Novik was 15 years ago.

His powers may have advanced since then.

You are wasting your time, Mark.

I tell you, he's robbed this man's soul.

I don't know how,

and I can't give you any scientific explanations,

but I do know that's what's happened!

Mark, now do you really think

we should seriously discuss this?

A soul transferred by a Vaudeville magician?

Vorelli is no mere Vaudeville magician, look at Marianne.

She's a very highly strung girl.

Hers is a case of interrupted hypnosis.

This I can understand.

Okay, what do you suggest?

That you forget all this foolishness!

Forget about Vorelli.

You are tired, overworked,

perhaps even a little bit jealous.

And that's all there is to it?

You can take my word for it.

I wish I could believe you.

Dr. Heller here.

Oh yes, Dr. Keisling.

Yes?

Yeah, oh good.

Marianne is awake, and perfectly normal?

Oh yes, of course.

I shall be out there this afternoon.

Late, thank you, doctor.

Goodbye.

Well, thank God for that.

Now Mark, take my advice.

Forget about Vorelli, forget about dummies.

Marianne is much better now.

Vorelli is not the villain you imagine.

Perhaps you shouldn't stay too long.

I see, of course.

I understand.

You will tell your aunt and uncle that you love me.

I love you.

I love you.

And you will tell Mark that you are going to marry me.

I'm going to marry you.

I must go now, but when I call you, you will come.

Remember, when I call,

you will come, Marianne.

Hello. - Hi, how are you?

It's good to see you.

You're looking much better.

Thank you, the doctor took me off the drugs.

Mark, I've got to talk to you.

Hmm?

I'm going away with Vorelli.

I'm in love with him.

You're what?

I'm in love with him.

I'm sorry, Mark.

How can I explain?

It happened the night he stayed here.

I, I just don't know what to say.

I'm sorry.

Well Hugo, tonight we fly to Spain,

and there the very wealthy and beautiful

Ms. Marianne Horn will become my bride.

It's a delicious thought.

We'll give our last performance tonight and be on our way.

All four of us, you, Hugo,

my bride to be, and my ugly little wooden lady.

And then, after a few months when my transfer is complete,

my beautiful young wife will die, leaving me all her money,

and you an ugly little wooden companion.

But then you're ugly too, aren't you?

I'll have the same again.

Oh, I'm a bloody fool.

I've had to cop to a lot of unnecessary expense

for an article about a charlatan, a third rate phony.

The only woman I ever cared about falls in love with him.

If they don't fire me after this fiasco,

they're as crazy as I am.

Sleep, my Marianne.

Deep,

deep sleep.

We'll wake my lovely Marianne after the performance tonight.

Hugo, you must behave when we give our last performance.

You've been getting out of control much too often.

You've been in your little wooden body so long,

you've become an individual again.

I think I must teach you a little lesson.

Ah, dear Grace, I'm very busy.

I thought you wanted me, you know?

Not now, dear.

I have a few things to clear up

with the manager before I leave.

I shall come to your room.

Don't be long.

As soon as I'm through with him.

Hugo, I'm your master.

Get back in your cage or I will destroy you.

Don't be alarmed,

Mr. English.

Vorelli is now in wooden doll.

I am his master,

the tables are turned.

You need have no fear for Marianne.

She is sleeping peacefully.

When I wake her, she will be her normal self.

Mr. English,

get me out of here!

I am the Great Vorelli, he can't do this to me.

Please, Mr. English, don't let him do it!

I'll do anything you say.

Get me out of here!

I'll do anything you say.

Please, I am the Great Vorelli.