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(RETRO ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(SOFT EERIE ELECTRIC GUITAR)

(LIGHTNING LOUDLY CRASHES)

(SOFT EERIE ELECTRIC GUITAR)

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(SOFT EERIE MUSIC)

(MYSTERIOUS VOICE SOFTLY WHISPERING)

What the hell are you doing?

Do you want to get us all killed?

She wants to be let out.

Don't let it inside your head, do you hear me?

Get moving, you miserable scum.

(SOFT MARCHING DRUM MUSIC)

Your men always tire so easily.

We haven't stopped, Minister,

not for two days and nights.

And we won't, not until this thing's been dealt with.

Can't we destroy it now, here?

We take it across the border as planned.

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (SOFT MARCHING DRUM MUSIC)

Halt.

You there, what business do you have here?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Get down here now.

But my dear fellow,

the view from up here is so much better.

(SOFTLY CACKLING)

If we cannot be of assistance to our dear British ally,

then I politely ask you be on your way.

(SOFTLY CACKLING)

She knows what you are planning.

What are you talking about?

She won't let it happen.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Come!

Let me show you!

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GUNS FIRING) (SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GUNS FIRING) (SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

Forward, men!

(GUN LOUDLY FIRES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (GUNS FIRING)

Stay down, there's too many!

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (MEN SOFTLY SHOUTING)

(GUN LOUDLY FIRES)

(MUFFLED GUNS FIRING) (VOCAL CHOIR MUSIC)

Peter, lower further.

(GUNS LOUDLY FIRING)

Peter!

Peter, what are you doing?

Peter?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFTLY SCREAMS) (SOFTLY GRUNTS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Halt!

(MEN LOUDLY SCREAMING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(PHONE SOFTLY RINGS) (FOOTSTEPS SOFTLY THUMPING)

ROSE: Brendan, it's for you.

BRENDAN: I'm in a meeting.

How was your imaginary meeting?

Terrible, too many interruptions.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC) (FIRE SOFTLY CRACKLING)

Is that one of your mother's?

Just deciding what to keep.

Keep that one, looks good on you.

So, the reason I summoned you here,

oh, Stepfather of mine, is that the man

who just called sounded very eager to talk to you.

Strange, I don't think I owe anyone money.

You should call him back.

Did you get his number?

Ooh, very professional.

Get what you pay for.

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

Hello, this is Dr. Brendan Cole, you called?

Yeah, and what would the purpose of the meeting be?

Well, if you're not gonna tell me what it's in relation to

or even who I'm to meet, then I can hardly...

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(PHONE SOFTLY CLICKS)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

What are you working on?

Nothing.

Oh, go on.

Look, I know you think it's a load of rubbish,

but you have to admit, it's a good story.

Ah, yes, the terrible tale of The Inferno Princess.

Famous round campfires the world over.

As long as you don't buy into it,

you can draw it all you like.

Don't worry, I've red your book.

She's just a myth, I get it.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC) (RAIN SOFTLY TAPPING)

Am I correct in saying

that you are the foremost authority

on the work of Alexander Maclntosh?

Yes, as a matter of fact,

I've just published my third book on the man.

I hope it will help to debunk this obsession with...

The Inferno Princess, yes, I know, I've read your book.

It's how I came upon you.

Fact or fiction, Dr. Cole?

And tell me, my dear, do you know the story?

A little, I mean, I know it's just a story,

but I think it's really cool.

It's one of my favorites, may I?

The legend started in 1763 with a general

renown for his victories in service of my family.

The general had a daughter whose beauty was known

throughout the kingdom, her name was Talia.

But the general called her Princess, his princess.

So terrified was he by the thought of losing her

that he commissioned a clockwork doll

to be made in her image.

She was to be the most marvelous automaton ever imagined.

Through this perfect creation,

his daughter would become immortal.

Forever young, forever beautiful, forever his.

At first, the doll drew great acclaim

and brought untold joy to the doting father.

But there soon followed a great tragedy.

Talia went missing, never to be found.

The general in his profound grief

could not be separated from the doll.

For days he remained by its side

until one morning he was found dead.

But that was just the beginning.

One by one, all who had come to love the princess

fell victim to her curse.

Those noble courtiers who had so cheerfully marveled

at it only weeks before now perished.

Whole families succumbed to suicide, madness,

and murderous debaucheries so unspeakable

that my ancestors buried all records.

Only when it was ordered

that this Inferno Princess be destroyed

that the cursed creation unveil its greatest act of wonder,

vanishing out of sight, never to be seen again.

Until now.

Rose,

would you give us a moment alone?

(ROSE SOFTLY SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS SOFTLY CLATTERING)

And Dr. Cole,

I need your help.

And for years I believed that the Inferno Princess

had somehow found its way back to its creator.

Alexander Maclntosh had hidden it in the same place

he had forced to hide his Catholic faith,

in an underground chapel,

found at last under the ruins of a mansion

built and rebuilt over the ages.

All those years, the basement chapel survived,

undisturbed and undiscovered,

until now. (RUBBLE SOFTLY SHUFFLING)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Yes, but where?

(PIANO CHORD SOFTLY CHIMES)

Dr. Cole, we are standing on it.

(CHORD LOUDLY STRIKES OFFKEY)

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

What, you can't be talking about...

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

Is this some kind of a joke?

This is exactly why I chose you.

I want you to authenticate her.

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

You have the wrong man, I'm sorry.

But there is just no way the thing is real.

One week, one million pounds.

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

Perhaps you'd like to meet her

before you make up your mind.

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC) (OMINOUS MUSIC)

Please.

Sorry, I heard music.

I present to you the Inferno Princess.

(SOFT MUSIC)

Let's say for a moment she's not what I believe she is.

Then what is she?

You're not intrigued to find out?

But it can't be.

(SOFT MUSIC)

FREDERICK: I have assembled some documents

from my family records, for your eyes only.

They describe the unveiling of the doll

and the five incredible deeds she performed.

Get her to repeat these functions

and you will get your money.

You haven't been able to do it?

We tried of course, but she would not perform for us.

Perhaps she will for you.

Still think it's a fake?

(SOFT MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Still, easily forged.

Till tomorrow, Princess.

It began shortly after the passing

of our beloved comrade, General Ernest Von Haugwitz

when his aid to camp, Officer Wurzel was found dead,

murdered.

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(VOICE SOFTLY WHISPERING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Someone, something...

Had ripped his tongue from his head.

No such suspicion was yet placed upon the doll.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

It was superstitious times, Rose.

We have to take these reports with a pinch of salt.

What does yours say?

Let's find out, shall we?

As personal doctor to His Highness, Frederick II,

I have pleaded that the Inferno Princess be removed

from the palace to spare our king from the evil scourge

that has so affected the nobles of our court

since the unveiling of this doll.

Those attending have been plagued by a strange malady,

a sickness of the mind that has caused untold misery.

All of them claimed to be haunted

by a voice urging them to do harm,

that they are being watched in the night by an unseen devil.

I did it for you, my princess.

Here's another one from the doctor.

I don't want you to get nightmares.

Lady Sophie was found drowned

this morning in a lake in the palace grounds.

She was discovered by a guard

who now stands accused of her murder,

weighing to a reason of judgment,

or perhaps our cowardice,

we prefer to believe this over his terrifying testimony.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

The Military Court has found you guilty

of the charge of murder,

and I sentence you to death by firing squad.

Do you have any last words, you filthy dog?

I have told you, sir, I am innocent.

I would never have hurt The Lady Sophie.

It was the devil by the lake, sir!

Devil by the lake!

Even now, before God himself,

you perpetuate this, this lie!

I did not do it!

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

The only devil you need fear now...

Is me.

(LOUDLY SCREAMS)

What are you doing?

(SOFT CHOIR VOCALS)

(LOUDLY GROANS)

Present!

(SOFT CHOIR VOCALS)

Aim!

Fire!

He claims that as he brought

the poor girl out of the water,

he saw another watching silently, stoic.

A woman who moved like clockwork.

Shit, that's creepy.

(SOFT MUSIC)

The first action exhibited

by the General's creation was hardly remarkable,

but was nevertheless demonstrated

with a level of dramatic flair.

Maclntosh, a rose between his teeth,

first knelt before the doll.

She did not respond to this.

But, hitherto?

Hitherto.

Hitherto, he placed a hand upon the doll's arm,

in some way priming the thing to raise her hand for a kiss.

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

(CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

Your Highness,

today shall be unveiled a true beauty,

the most advanced automaton ever conceived,

a symbol of the enlightened minds of its creator,

and patron.

(ARISTOCRATS SOFTLY APPLAUDING)

And on this momentous occasion,

she will perform for you a variety of talents...

As might befit a lady...

Of polite society.

I present to you,

the Immortal Princess.

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(ARISTOCRATS SOFTLY APPLAUDING)

But how may we rouse the sleeping beauty?

Perhaps with a rose?

Which I just so happen to possess.

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Or is perhaps a little manipulation required?

(ARISTOCRATS SOFTLY CHUCKLING)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (SOFTLY APPLAUDING)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Let's see.

(CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING) (WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

You have to do it properly.

(ARM SOFTLY CLICKING)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Still got it.

Don't forget about me.

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (WIND LOUDLY WHOOSHING)

(SOFT WOODWIND MUSIC)

How did you know to touch her right arm?

Alexander was left handed.

Like you.

You're drawing me.

Do you mind?

Show me.

It's not finished.

You'll see it when it's done.

BRENDAN: Supposing for a moment that this story is true,

why did he take her, why bring her here?

You mean Alexander?

The doll disappears, and ended up back

with its creator, but in secret.

And after that, neither of them are seen again.

Alexander disappeared right before the fire.

Maybe he died in the fire, all alone.

(SOFTLY CHUCKLES) In the dark with her.

I'm not convinced.

Of what?

BRENDAN: Any of it.

But the documents.

Easily forged, and as for the doll...

She's amazing.

She's something.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

You are keeping secrets from me.

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

(WOMAN SOFTLY GIGGLES)

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

Rose?

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(FLOORBOARDS SOFTLY CREAKING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(DOOR SOFTLY CREAKING) (WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

MYSTERIOUS WOMAN: My love, come, my love.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(WIND LOUDLY HUMMING)

(EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (WOMAN SOFTLY MOANING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (ROSE SOFTLY CHOKING)

(DOOR SOFTLY CREAKING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(DOOR SOFTLY CREAKING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(SOFT EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (FLOORBOARDS SOFTLY CREAKING)

(SOFT EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(SOFT EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

That does not belong to you!

Thank you...

Daddy.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(BIRDS SOFTLY CHIRPING)

Rose?

(SHOES SOFTLY CLATTERING)

Why did I get...

Finally decided to join us?

I found you like that this morning.

Seems you're sleepwalking again.

I made you coffee.

I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing.

Not that I'm aware of.

Although, I'm sure I caught the princess blushing.

You should have woken me.

No, thanks, you know how grumpy you get.

Anyway, I'm off to get some fresh air.

Have fun with our dear Talia.

(SHOES SOFTLY CLATTERING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

Not only does the Princess possess a devastating beauty,

she also boasts a brilliant mind.

To display for you her keen interest

in literature and the arts,

she will now transcribe for you a poem.

(ARISTOCRATS SOFTLY APPLAUDING)

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(BIRDS SOFTLY CHIRPING) (OMINOUS MUSIC)

(CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

"Art hid with art, so well perform'd the cheat,"

"caught the carver with his own deceit."

"He knows 'tis madness, he must adore,"

"and still the more he knows it, loves the more."

"The flesh,"

"or what so seems,"

"he touches oft,"

"which feels so smooth"

"that he believes it soft."

"Fired with this thought that once he's strained the breast"

"and on the lips a burning kiss impressed."

Ovid, isn't it?

Is it?

How do you know that?

Yeah, Pygmalion and the Statue.

Must've studied it at school or something.

Not just a pretty face, you know.

The thing is, that's not the piece

she was supposed to write.

According to the report,

it's a poem by Friedrich Schiller.

ROSE: Maybe she knows a few.

It's not unheard of.

Jaquet-Droz's automaton could be programmed

to write any piece up to 40 characters.

There you go, what's next?

Next,

she speaks.

I wonder what she'll say.

If she does speak,

it'll have to be pretty crude.

(SOFTLY CHUCKLES) You mean like, fuck me, Brendan.

BRENDAN: Rose.

What?

That's crude.

You know that's not what I meant.

Do I?

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (FIRE SOFTLY CRACKLING)

Goodnight, Rose.

Night.

(SHOES SOFTLY CLATTERING)

WOMAN'S VOICE: Rose.

Rose.

Rose.

(FIRE SOFTLY CRACKLING) (EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

What's wrong, my prince?

Brendan.

Sorry,

I'm scared.

Hm?

Think I heard something.

BRENDAN: What did you hear?

A scream, I think.

Think that's what I heard.

But no, don't go.

Let me stay here?

With you, can I?

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

My prince.

(CHORD SOFTLY STRIKES)

(BIRDS SOFTLY CHIRPING)

THE GENERAL'S VOICE: Dear Alexander,

I trust that by now you have received word

from King Frederick regarding your commission.

It is of great importance

that our communications remain secret.

So fundamental is this stipulation

that I must insist you carry out all work

at my home here in Prussia.

This work is, as you can imagine, deeply personal to me.

Although you are to be the engineer of the piece,

it is I who will guide your skilled hand

at all times towards perfection.

My specifications are exact and my standards high

as they have always been in matters regarding my dear,

sweet Talia.

I thank you in advance for bestowing upon my princess a kind

of immortality of immutable virtue

that so soothes

a doting father's heart.

ALEXANDER'S VOICE: My Dear General,

rest assure that we will recreate her vital essence

employing the finest methods and materials known to man.

Together, we will astound the peoples of the world

with the wonder of our creation.

I am in love already with the very idea

of our Immortal Princess

and I dare say we shall find ourselves entranced

as she comes to life through us.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(BIRDS SOFTLY CHIRPING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Sorry, I thought you might have heard me coming.

Well, I didn't.

And what were you drawing

before I snuck up you so cruelly?

Nothing.

I thought we were past this.

I said nothing.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

What are you looking at?

Stay here, I'll be back in a minute.

What is it?

BRENDAN: Just stay put, okay?

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(FLOORBOARD SOFTLY CREAKS)

(BIRD SOFTLY CAWING)

(LIGHT BRIGHT MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(ROSE SOFTLY SCREAMS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

What's wrong?

What do you mean?

BRENDAN: I heard you scream.

It was nothing.

Are you sure?

What's for lunch?

(BIRD SOFTLY CAWS)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(LOUDLY SLURPING)

(SOFTLY CHUCKLING)

So, have you solved it yet?

BRENDAN: Solved what exactly?

The great riddle of the amazing doll

that should have never existed. (SOFTLY CHUCKLES)

Yes.

Yes what?

The lines the doll wrote, they came from separate poems.

That's why I couldn't place them at first.

A mashup.

No,

no, it can't be.

Both the poems were written long after the doll was created.

You think that proves it's a fraud?

Suppose that poets could have borrowed the lines

from earlier books.

You're starting to fall for her, aren't you?

Still so much that doesn't add up.

So far I've seen effects but no workings.

Whatever machinery drives her is very well hidden.

Surely it's actions and not motivations that count.

I'm still skeptical,

but I have to be fair and thorough.

Fair and thorough.

Good man.

Then you'll do the washing up.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Now, Your Highness,

I have a particular demonstration in mind,

especially for you.

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(SOFTLY CLICKING)

(ARISTOCRATS APPLAUDING) (OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(ARISTOCRATS SOFTLY APPLAUDING)

(MUSICAL CHORD SOFTLY SHRIEKS)

Why would you tremble?

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

Just more hearsay?

(TRANQUIL PIANO MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES) (SOFTLY CRUNCHES)

(DRAMATIC EERIE MUSIC) (SOFTLY CLICKING)

(WOMAN'S VOICE CHANTING) (DRAMATIC EERIE MUSIC)

(SOFTLY CLICKS)

(DRAMATIC EERIE MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

It's fine,

just a stupid accident.

You're bleeding.

Calm down.

It's not so bad.

Needs cleaning though.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

That's what you get for playing with dolls.

(LOUDLY SMACKS) (SOFTLY LAUGHING)

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

I'm, I'm just gonna go do some more reading, I think.

Can I help?

No, get some rest.

Sorry, I just, I need to concentrate.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(DOOR LOUDLY CREAKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (WOMAN SOFTLY WHIMPERING)

(MAN SOFTLY GROANING)

(SOFTLY WHIMPERING)

TALIA: No.

(WHIP LOUDLY CRACKS)

(SOFTLY WHIMPERS)

(WHIP LOUDLY CRACKING) (TALIA SOFTLY WHIMPERING)

(EERIE FOGHORN MUSIC)

Daddy loves you, Princess.

Daddy loves you.

Thank you, Daddy.

(LAMP SOFTLY CLICKING)

(MECHANICAL CREAKING)

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

WOMAN'S VOICE: Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

DEMONIC VOICE: Do you love

me? (DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(BRENDAN BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SOFTLY THUMPING)

(WIND LOUDLY WHOOSHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (BRENDAN SCREAMING)

(DRAMATIC EERIE MUSIC)

(BRENDAN SOFTLY GURGLING)

(LOUDLY BREATHING HEAVILY)

ROSE: I know,

Really want to.

No, no, no. (SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

You're so beautiful,

I just thought I'd...

Is everything all right?

(OMINOUS PIANO MUSIC)

Fine.

Were you talking...

To myself, and you can hardly blame me for that.

You know, if anything's the matter, you can tell me.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(DOOR SOFTLY CLICKS)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

There's just no way.

You could hardly have stood up on your own.

And you would hardly have done it yourself.

So.

The Princess wishes to perform a dance for you,

if you would allow it.

(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)

It's just not possible.

She must be a fake.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

You insult me, sir.

(LOUDLY SCREAMS)

(SOFTLY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(FAUCET SOFTLY RUNNING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(ARM SOFTLY CLICKS)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

What are you waiting for?

Dance, I haven't got all day!

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

I'm so sorry.

(PIANO CHORD SOFTLY STRIKES)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

(BRIGHT CELESTA ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(TALIA SOFTLY SIGHS)

My prince.

(SOFTLY GASPS)

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

What are you?

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(SHOES SOFTLY CLATTERING) Rose?

(EERIE HYMN VOCAL MUSIC)

(SOFT TRIBAL DRUMS)

(SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC) (SOFT TRIBAL DRUMS)

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC) (DOLL SOFTLY CREAKING)

ROSE: Afternoon.

I've been looking for you.

ROSE: Well, you found me.

Rose, we have to talk about a few things.

ROSE: We do?

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

ROSE: All these plants are dead. (SOFTLY GIGGLES)

Rose,

the dance, the one you did in the garden,

where did you learn it?

I made it up.

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

We both know that's not true.

Calling me a liar?

The doll did her dance today

and it was exactly the same as yours.

I mean, exactly.

You've been messing with her, haven't you?

Don't you know what they say about people in glass houses?

This is serious, Rose.

I need you to answer me,

have you been messing with the doll?

You've obviously already made up your mind.

I haven't done anything.

The other poem,

you wrote it, didn't you?

What is this?

What is this?

Are you trying to, trying to trick me?

Trying to mess me up?

You looked at my sketchpad.

My private drawings!

I don't know who you are anymore.

What's gotten into you?

You're not yourself.

And you're exactly yourself.

Same old same old.

Grow up, Brendan.

I have. (DRAMATIC EERIE MUSIC)

Admit it.

You want me.

(LOUDLY SMACKS)

(DRAMATIC EERIE MUSIC)

(SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC) Thank you, Daddy.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

It was perfect.

Let go.

Don't you love me?

Don't go, please!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(LOUDLY SCREAMING)

(SHOES SOFTLY CLATTERING)

BRENDAN: We're leaving.

No, we're not.

- Rose... - Please, just listen.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

I'm so sorry about how I've been lately.

It's all right.

It's not all right.

Don't know what came over me the past few days,

but I feel better now.

I swear.

And it would kill me to think we left because of me.

It's not because of you.

It's this place.

It's no good for us, either of us.

But you're so close.

Think of what that money could do for us.

It's only money.

It's only a shitload of money.

Language.

Brendan,

I read about the dance in some documents.

That's how I know about it.

Please?

Can we stay?

You're so close.

All right.

But if we do stay, you have to be honest with me.

No more secrets, okay?

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

Just the...

Final life now, final test.

The last supper.

So ignonymous.

We should make a meal of it.

What have I told you about using puns?

To make lots of them because they're hilarious?

Come on, I'll cook.

And we could get dressed up all fancy.

May as well enjoy our last night

as Lord and Lady of the Manor.

Please?

Let's go out on a high.

Fine.

You're scared of how close you are

to proving it's real, aren't you?

(SOFT PIANO AND STRING MUSIC) (FIRE SOFTLY CRACKLING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(SHOES SOFTLY CLATTERING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

Time for you to start revealing your secrets.

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

Is that what he built you for?

(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

I am Alexander Maclntosh,

and this is my confession.

The Immortal Princess is not a mechanical marvel

but abomination for which I bear full responsibility.

Not long into the commission it became clear

that what The General was demanding

was an impossibility.

Such an automaton could not be built.

Fearing the consequences of failing The King,

I entered into a devil's pact,

suggested by The General himself.

The doll could not operate of its own volition,

an actress hidden inside.

The General embarked on a crazed plot

to fake his daughter's disappearance

and force her into performing as the doll in secret.

A dark plan

that I found myself accomplice to.

But Talia and I had a secret also.

We were in love.

(SOFT MUSIC)

But our affair was soon discovered.

Only then did I learn just how jealous

how monstrously deranged.

The General was.

He took his own daughter

and mutilated her...

- No! - Body and mind.

TALIA: No!

In my cowardice, I acquiesced to his

depraved plan to imprison... No, please!

- Please! - The breath

that she had become.

TALIA: No!

Talia!

No! (MUFFLED SHOUTING)

Get away!

Talia!

No!

(DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC)

(SCREAMING)

(DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC) (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

A hostage made silent encased within the doll.

But since the night of the unveiling,

over the applause and the music,

I can still hear her lasting scream

no louder than a whisper,

unheard by all but me.

The General swore to me he would release her to me

after the performance.

Instead,

he sealed poor Talia inside the doll

to preserve within it

her innocence forever.

Preserve his furious lust.

(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)

By then, I knew not whether she was even alive

until that night.

Forgive me.

Oh, God, forgive me.

Talia!

Talia.

(SOFTLY CRUNCHING) The thing that I found

behind the mask was a devil,

a wild bird who had come to love her cage.

(OMINOUS MUSIC) - My God!

(DEMONIC VOICE MUFFLING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(AUTOMATON SOFTLY CLICKING) (INTENSE MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (AUTOMATON SOFTLY CLICKING)

Thing that was once Talia knocked me unconscious.

(LOUDLY SCREAMING) (SOFTLY SMACKS)

Then took up a torch from the basement

and ran about the house setting it alight.

I have awoken to smoke and fire

and yet she had returned to me

to prevent my escape. (AUTOMATON SOFTLY CLICKING)

(DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC) Here I shall remain with her

as my final breath draws near.

I only hope that she will find peace in the darkness.

I fear that I will not.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (PAPERS SOFTLY SHUFFLING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

You performed for me.

How is that possible?

(VOICE SOFTLY WHISPERING) (SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFTLY THUMPING)

(EERIE FOGHORN MUSIC)

Inquisitive runt.

Like the curious boy,

fumbling for lust.

It takes but the slightest of secrets

to unlock an eruption!

You, the little maggot,

in spoiled undergarments,

sobbing in the dark.

(SOFTLY SNICKERING)

But you are no longer alone

for I shall take your devilish attributes

and make of them

a real man.

And then,

we shall share in delight...

Of a freshly..

Pricked...

Rose.

(SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC)

You're not real.

You're just in my head.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(LOUDLY ROARING)

(BRENDAN SOFTLY WHIMPERING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

So full, your sweet Rose, so ripe,

and when the fruit hangs heavy on the tree,

it must be plucked!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (BRENDAN SOFTLY CHOKING)

Do you not see

that every little girl desires attention

craves discipline?

I have much to teach you.

(BRENDAN SOFTLY GROANS)

ROSE AND TALIA: Rose bud, rose bud, rose bud red,

there grows it ever, there blooms it yet.

Rose bud, rose bud, rose bud red,

there grows it ever, there blooms it yet.

Rose bud,

rose bud,

rose bud red,

there grows it ever...

And blooms it yet!

(LOUDLY CACKLING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

Since when do you smoke a pipe?

(SOFTLY MUMBLES)

Suits me, don't you think?

You've been up all night?

Sleep is for the weak.

Make any revelations?

All these questions, questions, questions.

Doesn't your little mind ever rest, Rose Bud?

I'm just interested, Jesus.

I don't like your tone, young lady.

Well,

I don't like yours.

Seem to be under the illusion

that insolence will be tolerated under my roof!

Well, let me assure you it will not.

Why are you being like this?

You are just like your mother.

Willful, arrogant, wanton!

And beautiful.

You think so? (EERIE MUSIC)

Oh, yes,

so very beautiful.

Thank you,

Daddy.

Wear the red dress to dinner.

(SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC)

All right.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(OMINOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (HEELS SOFTLY CLATTERING)

(OMINOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(WIND LOUDLY HUMMING) (OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (SILVERWARE SOFTLY CLINKING)

(SOFT EERIE STRING MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFTLY CHOKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC)

I think I need to lie down.

TALIA'S VOICE: She yearns for you, Brendan.

Take her and you will find me.

She dreams of you.

I know because her dreams are mine now, and mine hers.

We are one in spirit,

in flesh, our flesh,

so pure, so eager to be touched.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(SOFT TRIBAL DRUMS)

(SOFT EERIE VOCAL MUSIC) (SOFT TRIBAL DRUMS)

You're awake.

If you want me to be.

Close your eyes.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Oh, God.

What, what have I done?

What's wrong?

BRENDAN: I'm sorry.

You don't want me!

(BRENDAN SOFTLY WHIMPERING) (SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)

ROSE: No!

(BRENDAN SOFTLY SOBBING) (SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)

I'm so sorry.

No!

(SOFTLY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EERIE FOGHORN MUSIC) (SOFTLY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC) (SOFTLY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ROSE SOFTLY SOBBING) (SOFTLY CACKLING)

No!

No, no, no (LOUDLY SCREAMING) Rose, no!

Don't!

(LOUDLY SCREAMING) (LOUDLY POUNDING ON DOOR)

(SOFT CHOIR VOCALS)

I don't understand.

Where's Rose?

Everything is all right now.

Do it.

(EERIE FOGHORN MUSIC)

(WHIP LOUDLY CRACKING) (TALIA MOANING)

Thank you, Daddy.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(BRENDAN SOFTLY SOBBING)

(LOUDLY SCREAMING)

(ROSE SOFTLY WHIMPERING)

(INTENSE TECHNO MUSIC) (ROSE SOFTLY SOBBING)

(DOOR SOFTLY SLAMS)

(DOORS LOUDLY CLATTERING) (THE GENERAL SOFTLY GRUNTING)

(INTENSE TECHNO MUSIC) (ROSE SOFTLY SOBBING)

(SOFTLY ROARS)

(INTENSE TECHNO MUSIC) (ROSE SOFTLY SOBBING)

Whore!

(SOFTLY GRUNTING) (INTENSE MUSIC)

No, no!

(ROSE LOUDLY WHIMPERING) She's a wild one

but I know just how to break her in.

ROSE: Brendan!

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(SOFTLY GIGGLING)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (ARISTOCRATS SOFTLY CACKLING)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (ARISTOCRATS LOUDLY CACKLING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (ARISTOCRATS LOUDLY CACKLING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

Rose!

Rose!

Rose!

Rose!

Rose!

Rose!

Oh, little man, in your little boots,

which bed will you hide under now?

Or shall I find you hidden under your mother's skirt?

But wherever you are, I shall sniff you out,

my pretty little quim.

Fly, cherub, fly!

As fast as you can!

Or it's the hounds of hell that you chase

and their flame is hot, as hot as fire!

Rose!

THE GENERAL: Oh, you shan't escape my hounds!

(SOFTLY SNARLING)

(HORN SOFTLY BLOWS)

Faster, cherub, faster, faster!

You shan't escape my hounds! (DOGS SOFTLY BARKING)

(DRAMATIC TRIBAL DRUMS)

(EERIE MUSIC) (DRAMATIC TRIBAL DRUMS)

(BRENDAN SOFTLY WHIMPERING) (DOGS SOFTLY SNARLING)

No. (SOFTLY WHIMPERING)

(LOUDLY SCREAMING) (INTENSE MUSIC)

(ROSE LOUDLY CRYING)

(LOUDLY CACKLING)

No! (LOUDLY CRYING)

(LOUDLY WHIMPERING) (OMINOUS MUSIC)

Boo, peekaboo! (BRENDAN SOFTLY GROANING)

Oh, there, there.

I know, I know, your suffering has been great.

And I know that because we have tortured you

so magnificently.

But alas, while The General,

he may well be content with your body,

The Princess, she wants something more special.

Wait, oh, God, no!

(LOUDLY CACKLES) God?

Oh, he doesn't come round here very often.

She's upset because you tried to run away.

Well, if she can't have you,

maybe she will have your little whore instead.

No! (LOUDLY CACKLING)

No! (LOUDLY CRYING) (LOUDLY CACKLING)

Ah, here they come,

the sweet angels of death,

sent to take you back to her sweet embrace.

No, please, no, no!

No!

No!

No!

(SOFTLY SCREAMING)

(INTENSE MUSIC) (HORSES LOUDLY NEIGHING)

(LOUDLY SCREAMING)

(INTENSE MUSIC) (HORSES LOUDLY NEIGHING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(LOUDLY SCREAMING) Stop it, no, no!

No, you can't, no!

(BRENDAN SOFTLY GROANING) (OMINOUS MUSIC)

I won't run.

Please, please, no, let her go.

Let her go!

Let her go, I'll do whatever you want, just let her go.

What happened to you, it was wrong and I'm sorry.

But you could stop it, you could stop it now.

(LOUDLY SCREAMING) (INTENSE MUSIC)

(LOUDLY CRYING) Shh, shh, shut up, shut up!

(LOUDLY SCREAMING)

(LOUDLY CRYING)

Please, Talia,

please, I'll be yours, forever.

I swear. (SOFTLY SOBBING) (INTENSE MUSIC)

Forever.

(CLOCKWORK SOFTLY CLICKING) (BRENDAN SOFTLY SOBBING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

(SOFTLY WHIMPERING)

(SOFT DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Rose.

(LOUDLY SCREAMS) (LOUDLY CRASHES)

(SOFT DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING) (BIRDS SOFTLY CHIRPING)

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

Go outside and wait in the car.

Go on.

It's all right.

Okay.

Don't be long.

(WIND SOFTLY HUMMING)

(THUNDER SOFTLY CRASHING) (RAIN SOFTLY TAPPING)

(RAIN SOFTLY TAPPING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(THUNDER SOFTLY CRASHING)

(RAIN SOFTLY TAPPING) (CLOCKWORK SOFTLY TICKING)

(EERIE FOGHORN MUSIC)

Rose, Rose!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

No, no, no! (SOFT MUSIC)

(LOUDLY SCREAMING) (SOFT MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKES)

Brendan!

You have to get out of here, now.

(SOFTLY SOBBING)

And never come back.

What?

No!

Brendan, run!

Brendan, run!

I have to stay here, Rose.

But you can go, now. (INTENSE MUSIC)

Be happy, Rose.

(DOOR LOUDLY SLAMS)

(SOFTLY SOBBING) (RAIN SOFTLY TAPPING)

(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC) (RAIN SOFTLY TAPPING)

(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)

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(SOFT CELESTA MUSIC)

(SOFT CELESTA ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)