All language subtitles for Mill of the Stone Women 1960 1080p BluRay FLAC1.0 x264-SB

(Ship's horn blares)

Excuse me, can you tell me
where Professor Wahl lives?

Who?

Professor Wahl,
the famous sculptor.

I know he lives near here
in a mill.

Oh, now I know!

Follow me.

- Is it far away?
- On the other side of the canal.

At the Mill of the Stone Women.

- What's that?
- That's what we call it.

The Windmill
of the Stone Women.

- Is that it?
- No, it's further on.

Beyond the cemetery of Veeze.

(♪ Piano playing)

(Woman) Who's there?

Von Arnim.
Hans von Arnim.

What do you want here?

I have an appointment here
with Professor Wahl.

Good.

(Door unlocking)

Come in.

Wait here if you please.

(♪ Piano stops)

(Bells jingling)

(Dog whining)

(Wailing)

If you please, sir.

The Professor said
you are to wait for him in the studio.

- Yes, but I...
- You will come this way.

Through this door.

(Wailing)

(Whirring)

(I Fairground music)

- (Professor) Stop it, Conrad!
- (♪ Music stops)

Never abruptly.

You understand?

- Hans von Arnim?
- Yes, sir.

Professor Gregorius Wahl.

Why didn't you send me word
in advance?

I would've advised you right away
not to bother leaving Rotterdam.

It was Professor Caran who sent me here.
I'm only his assistant.

He told me you had been informed
of my arrival.

He should've waited for me to confirm it.
Why does it have to be so urgent?

We're very close to the deadline
Professor Caran agreed upon with the editor.

The monograph about your carousel
should come out in time for the centennial.

Ah, yes!

- I'd forgotten all about that connection.
- That so?

This coming February
it will be exactly one hundred years

since my great-grandfather
first opened the carousel to the public,

just as it is today.

And you -
when do you want to begin?

Uh, tomorrow, if I may.
Professor Caran has given me just ten days.

Ah, no! Now that you're already here,
you'd better begin right away.

I don't have much time that I can spare.
You'll have to work very quickly.

Well... if you'll follow me, please.

Conrad, adjust the brake!

It's dangerous the way it is.

Yes, Herr Professor.
I'm just doing it now.

Please be very careful.

This part of the loft
is full of obstructions.

It houses the gears and cogwheels.

Once they moved the grindstones,

but then they were converted
to make the statues move.

(Hans)
Are they still the original statues?

(Professor) Most of them are, yes.
Some of them I've had to duplicate myself.

You saw an example in my studio.

(Hans) It was certainly very striking.

And you do the finishing, too?

(Professor)
I must do everything by myself.

This way, please.

Here you are.

You can do your work in here.
It's a very peaceful little nook.

You see, I've already made
a preliminary selection

of the more interesting
and curious documents

concerning the history
of the carousel.

If you want them,
they're here for your perusal.

- Could I take them home with me?
- No!

I prefer you not to.

I'll have the pleasure of being
at your disposal while you're working,

and I would like everything that is written
to be accurate and precise.

I shall take a few days off
from my duties at the Academy.

Oh, it's late already!

I have a lesson to give.

You have only three hours
to work in.

The last ferryboat departs at seven o'clock.
Don't miss it, please.

Don't worry about me.

Ah, I nearly forgot!

You must keep in mind
that everything will have to be finished

within five or six days at the most.

Have a pleasant time, Hans.

Selma!

Selma!

How is she?

She's better.

Resting peacefully.

Good.

(Exhales)

Hey! Annelore!

Annelore!

ANNELORE,
I'D EVEN GO TO HELL WITH YOU!

(Laughing)

Why do you have to bother her, too?

I haven't been able
to get a clean line drawn all day.

You're nervous,
my dear Liselotte.

You're in such a temper
whenever you expect Hans.

Huh!
What a clown you are, Raab.

(Chuckles) Today, you've obviously
let your mind go off wool-gathering.

- What can be the matter?
- Oh, nothing.

I guess I'm just a bit distracted.

- Excuse me, Professor.
- Yes?

Did a Mr. von Arnim come round
to call on you today?

Yes. Why?
Do you know him, too?

Oh, we've been friends
since we were children.

Oh! I'm glad to hear it.

That young fellow
seemed to be very serious.

I believe he's going to do
an excellent job.

Students...

The life class is over.

And I want to tell you that on Tuesday
I shall not be at the Academy,

and we will meet on the following Friday
in the sculpture class.

Good afternoon.

Four whole days on holiday.
Oh, how wonderful!

What are you planning to do?

To go to Darzen with Hans.
It's our hometown.

Carpe diem, Lottie.

Pluck the occasion,
because if you don't get hold of Hans now,

the next time you see him,
he'll have white hair.

That's what I hope to do.

But it would be a miracle.

You stop that now!

We're the last ones here.
Hans is waiting outside. He might go away.

Come on. Shame!

(Sighs)

(Bells jingling)

(Man) Excuse me, sir.

(Chuckles) Can you give me a light
for my cigar, if you please?

I think I have one.

I requested a light for my cigar.

Oh, forgive me. I'm sorry.

Very kind of you, Mr. um...

Von Arnim.
Hans von Arnim.

Bohlem.
Dr. Bohlem.

Good evening, Mr. von Arnim.

Good evening.

Excuse me, please.

(I Band strikes up)

(In French) ♪ My mom once told me,
you aren't that great

♪ Use your ankles,
they aren't that bad

♪ They're made for dancing -
Olé! Hola!

♪ And if you have to move,
they will be your allies

♪ This is the new dance
that everyone loves

♪ The dance that entices you,
it's the maxixe

♪ It'll pump through your veins
at the centenary

♪ If you can learn it,
you can dance it

♪ What do I care,
I'm not good-looking

♪ My man is a painter
and he adores me

♪ He painted me out
like a shooting star

♪ What do I care,
I'm not good-looking ♪

Shall I start over?

I'll start over.

Wonderful! Wonderful!

(Laughing)

- Oh! Careful, Raab!
- Tell me, is it all set?

Yes, an iron bound contract
with the Globe in Paris.

- Star billing!
- Aha!

That means we won't see
each other anymore.

No, but I'll drop you a postcard
every now and then.

Goodbye, Raab darling.

The best of luck to you, Annelore.

(♪ Band strikes up)

Lottie, what are you doing here?

Me? Oh, nothing.

Just standing here,
watching the show without paying.

What a little goose you are!

I went by your house for you,
and you weren't there.

I was beginning to worry.

It's not a habit of yours
to worry about me.

Oh, alright, I know I'm late,

but you have to thank your old professor
who made me start working right away.

It was he who made me late.

- Alright? Are you satisfied?
- Mm...

No? Then there's only one remedy -
have dinner with me.

Oh, cheer up now.
Come on!

Oh! Finally you two have the kindness
to come and share my solitude with me.

(Laughing)

- How are you?
- Uh...

Instead of being a student, I would've
done better if I'd learned to be a dancer.

And you, we've missed you.
What have you been up to all this time?

Oh, bowling a few games
with Professor Wahl.

Your order, please, sir.

How did things go today with Wahl?

My impression was that he wanted
to impose an ultimatum.

I have to finish everything within a week.

I have to stay at the mill
from morning till evening.

You know him so well...

Do you know
if he has a daughter?

A daughter?

I believe so.

The mother died
due to defects of childbirth.

Wait a minute,
she has an unusual name.

Elfie, as I remember,
or something like that.

Elfie, yes.

What kind of woman is she?

Oh, well, I wouldn't know.
No one has ever seen her in town.

Maybe her father will never let her
out of his sight.

Or maybe she's such a monster
he's ashamed to let her be seen.

I think it's strange.
Very strange.

- And why?
- Because she's beautiful.

Perfectly lovely.
Don't you get what he really means?

How do you know?
Do you know her?

No!
But I do know you.

You said it on purpose,
just to make her angry.

No, I was only telling the truth.

But I didn't think she would be so upset.

Be a good fellow, Raab.

See what you can do for me.

Alright, then, I get you.

(Bells jingling)

(Door opens)

(Creaking)

I'm Elfie.

Hans.

Hans von Arnim.

Won't you sit down a while,
if you like?

No. I mustn't, Hans.

I mustn't stay now.

There are always people
who are spying,

eyes that are watching.

Hans,
I've no explanation to give you.

Oh, but I have to see you,
absolutely I must.

This evening.

This evening? But where?

Here. In the windmill.

But that seems imprudent.
Someone might see us together.

Is it so urgent?

Yes, Hans, I beg you.

At eleven o'clock.
Everyone will be asleep.

Nobody will discover anything.

Take this key.

It opens the door to the windmill.

I implore you,
you must come here.

I'll be waiting.

(♪ Piano playing)

I feel tired now.

I want to get some rest.

I'll see you to your room,
if you'll permit me.

Good night, dear Papa.

Good night, my child.

I must compliment you, Elfie.

You played that excellently.

I've never heard you play that way before,
with so much passion.

I wasn't playing it for you, Bohlem.

I was aware of that.

But don't forget that I'm the only person
in the whole world

who knows everything about you.

I'm the only person
you have a right to love, Elfie.

Pity, Bohlem.

Forgive me.

Elfie...

Elfie!

Hans.

You gave me a fright just then.

Didn't you hear me knock?

I was sleeping, Hans.

Excuse me
if I've awakened you, but...

today you said it was urgent
for you to speak to me.

Then I saw you lying here like this.

So strange. So still.

I was dreaming, Hans.

I was dreaming that you were
on your way to me from far off.

And I was still waiting for you.

I expected you to be...

I don't know -
someone dear to me.

And finally, there you were,
moving closer,

and all I wanted to do
was go on dreaming.

I wanted...

the dream to continue.

I never want it to end now, Hans.

That was a dangerous dream you had.

You never know how it might end.

Why do you want it to?

Don't I please you?

You do please me, Elfie.

But afterwards...

Afterwards doesn't matter.

I'm here, and I want you.

I'm here for you, don't you see?

Take me in your arms.

There are some friends of yours waiting
downstairs at the entrance of the carousel.

- Who?
- Don't know.

- A young gentleman with a young lady.
- I'm coming.

(♪ Fairground music)

You won't mind if I show more interest
in the statuary... (Chuckles)

How many years
have we known each other, Lottie?

I don't know.
It seems forever.

And have you always loved me?

Yes.

And you?

Well, I...

I didn't know I was in love with you.

I only realized it recently.

Because only recently...

I realized what love means.

Your love.

But I don't believe I'm worthy of you.

Why not?

I'm ashamed to tell you the reason.

Don't tell me.

Could you forgive me?

For everything?

Oh, yes, Hans.

I love you.

I ABSOLUTELY
HAVE TO SEE YOU THIS EVENING.

NOBODY WILL BE THERE.

I WANT YOU TO TELL ME EVERYTHING,
OR ELSE.

(♪ Fairground music)

They frighten me.

There's the Poisoner of Poitiers.

- (Screams)
- Oh!

Stop it! Stop it!

Call a doctor!
She's frightened.

- Look how pale she is.
- What's happened here?

A young lady seems to have fainted.

Quick, quick. Come along.
Oh, yes, Doctor.

Yes, Professor.
Oh, yes, Professor.

Oh, my dear Miss Liselotte,
what's the matter with you?

What happened to her?

I really don't know.
I can't understand.

Oh, just a moment.

I ought to have
something here for her.

Oh, yes, here you are.
Let her sniff these smelling salts.

It's nothing serious.

It's only a minor fainting fit.
She'll recover in no time.

It's a common occurrence here.

How are you feeling, Lottie?

Oh...

Oh, better, thank you.

Please, Hans,
let's not stay here any longer.

It would be better
if you took her outside.

Oh, wait a minute,
if you please.

Just one moment.
What have you done here?

(Laughs)

You must've stuck yourself
with the point of one of your hatpins.

Yes, nothing to worry about.
It's no more than a tiny scratch.

There! Come, my dear,
just lean on me.

That's a girl. (Laughs)

Do forgive me.

I'm really embarrassed
at having made such a disturbance.

Oh, not at all!
Think nothing of it, my dear young lady.

Just concentrate on staying well.

I want to see you there at our regular
sculpture lesson on Friday morning.

Thank you.

If you please, Hans,

before you go up to your own study,
would you drop in on me?

Of course, Professor.

Hmm...

Excuse me, you two,
if I don't come along with you,

but I have to return to my work.

Now I'm in a hurry to finish it up.

We have to take that trip to Darzen,
don't we?

Yes.

- So long, Raab, and thanks for everything.
- So long.

(Chuckling)

My compliments to you.
He's in your clutches again, huh?

- Of course he is!
- (Laughing)

May I come in?

Ah, please come in.

Listen carefully.

You will probably think it strange
that I've interrupted your work

to discuss a subject that would seem
to belong more appropriately

in the circle of my own
immediate family.

But you will soon understand
why I do so.

I have...
a young and only daughter.

Elfie.

Almost an invalid.

With the same malady
that proved fatal to her mother.

Science can do nothing to cure her.

All we can do is try to keep her alive.

And that is why Dr. Bohlem lives here.

He's always ready to act,

to detect the slightest symptom,

to take the necessary measures,

all as a precaution
against her reaching a crisis.

And does she realize how ill she is?

(Sighs)

Unfortunately,
she doesn't want to accept the fact.

She doesn't see why she can't lead
a normal life like other girls.

The slightest emotional upset,
the slightest disturbance of any kind

must absolutely be avoided.

Her life depends on it.

You seem a worthy young man.

And I hope by now you understand
why I wish to speak frankly of my daughter.

It's an entreaty.

And also... a final warning.

One crisis will cause her death.

You can count on me.

I was sure I could, Hans.

Please...

I mustn't delay you.

I was expecting you, Hans.

I felt that something
would bring you back to me.

Are you sure it wasn't the note
you wrote me, Elfie?

Forgive me.
I was desperate.

I don't know...

I felt something like a presentiment
that you never wanted to see me again.

That you didn't ever
want to come back to me.

I should've delivered your letter
straight to your father,

but it seemed an ungrateful thing
to do to you...

and especially cruel to anyone
who's entrusted me with their confidence,

even if I have abused it.

You repudiate me
and my love for you

because of absurd scruples like these?

Not just because of that.
We both have made a great mistake, Elfie.

It was madness on our parts,
and we mustn't do the same again.

But I'm in love with you, Hans.

I love no one but you, can't you see?

Oh...

Even if there were others before

who were able to take advantage
of my solitude here.

And also of my inexperience.

But perhaps that's why
you cannot forgive me.

Is that what's taking you
away from me?

It's unfair of you.

If you knew what a horrible life
I have to lead!

Lonely.

Shut inside these walls all the time.

I understand you, Elfie, and I have no right
to reprove you for anything.

But I cannot deceive you,
I'm just not capable of it.

I don't love you, Elfie.

And what does that matter?

As long as you let me love you.

As long as I can always be at your side.

Please take me away from here.

Far away from here.

I would go with you wherever you like.

I beg you not to talk this way.

You know how impossible it is.

You must remain here.

We leave each other now.

Break off right away, forget everything.

Hans...

You can't keep it from me now.

You're in love with that girl, aren't you?
Yes, I know you are, I saw you.

But no one on earth
will ever take you away from me.

I wouldn't even stop at killing you.

Stop it, Elfie! Stop this play-acting!
You're insane, unbalanced!

Yes!

It's because I want you to be...
my own.

My own!

(Gasping)

(Groaning)

Elfie! Elfie!

Elfie!

Elfie!

(Grunts)

She's dead!

(Ship's horn blares)

(Engine rattling)

Good morning, Mr. Hans.

Excuse me for not answering
the door sooner.

I was doing my morning chores.

What is it you wish?

What is it that you wish?

I wish to speak at once
with Professor Wahl.

It's extremely urgent.

Well, to tell you the truth,
he hasn't rung for me yet.

(Hans)
I realize it's not the right moment,

but it's absolutely necessary
for me to see him.

I'm very sorry, sir,

but I can't disturb him
when it's not even seven yet.

He should ring the bell for me
before very long.

If you'd like to wait a little while...

(Hans going upstairs)

What is it?

What do you want?

I didn't realize
you were already in here.

I was only going to dust
and straighten up the room.

Just a minute. Selma...

- What is it, sir?
- Come in.

Can you tell me if there's been anybody else
in this room since yesterday evening?

Nobody comes in here ever.

And this rose...
Did you put it here?

I don't have time to gather flowers, sir,
I assure you.

(Bohlem) May I come in?

Selma, outside.

(Selma) Yes, Doctor.

Professor Wahl
would like to have a word with you.

Yes, I'm coming.

(Exhales sharply)

But what's the matter?

Are you feeling ill?

No, it's nothing.

You don't look as though
you're feeling very well.

You must have a fever.

You've hurt yourself - here!

Leave me alone.
It's nothing, I tell you, Doctor.

Oh! You shouldn't speak to him
in this condition,

whatever the reason for it may be,

which must be very serious,
judging from your appearance.

Please excuse me.
I'm so terribly upset.

I understand.

Let me just see now.

What do I have here to give you?

Oh, of course!
I'll give you a sedative.

It'll put you back in shape.

Here you are.

Two of these tablets
will soon calm your nervousness.

There. Drink it down.

Now I'm sure you'll be feeling better.

(Professor, echoing) 'You murderer!

'You're nothing but a coward
and a murderer!'

No.

You have to believe me.

That's... the reason I'm here.

I simply had to speak to you.

To confess the whole truth to you.

Mere words!

Miserable excuses!

You've taken criminal advantage
of my hospitality,

which should have been
held sacred by you.

I opened my heart to you as a father!

I made you see how terrible the illness was
that threatened the life of my Elfie,

and you are responsible for her death!

This alone is the truth of the matter!
You murdered her!

- You murdered her!
- No!

It's not true!
It's not true, I tell you.

I don't want to hear about it -

deliberately or by chance.

Now no one can give my daughter
back to me again.

Elfie is dead now.

Elfie is lying in her grave.

She's resting in peace.

No one shall be permitted

to besmirch her dear memory.

No one must ever know of any of this.

No one, I said!

Elfie is in her tomb.

In the cemetery of Veeze.

Let her slumber peacefully
in her eternal repose.

In peace! In peace!

In peace!

- What is it?
- Shh!

You are very ill.

Extremely ill.

Ah...

I thought there was a bloodstain.

Here.

A bloodstain?

From what?

From what?

Why should you have bled?

(Door creaks open)

(Groans)

(Breathes heavily)

(♪ Piano strikes up)

- Elfie!
- (♪ Piano stops)

Elfie!

Elfie!

(Door creaking,
bells jingling)

No!

(Professor) Elfie is dead now.

Elfie is buried.

In the cemetery of Veeze.

She is resting in peace...

in her tomb.

In her tomb.

(Strains)

(Squeaking)

It's just not possible.

- (Wailing)
- It was here!

(Wailing continues)

(Moaning)

(Moaning continues)

Open up!

Open up this door!

(Bohlem) Mr. von Arnim!

What are you doing here
at this time of the night?

- What are you up to?
- I want to know what's going on in this house.

Where's Professor \Wahl?
I must speak to him right now.

Calm yourself, young man!

What's the matter with you?

- Who's that girl in there?
- A girl, you say?

Don't lie! I saw her in there,
tied to a chair.

In there?

Young man, you're quite mistaken.
However...

One moment.

There!

See for yourself...

if it will set your mind at rest.

Where is Professor Wahl?
I want to talk to him.

- Where is he?
- But you must be insane!

Try to calm down now.

Get out of my way!

Professor Wahl!

Professor Wahl!

Professor Wahl!

Professor Wahl!

Open the door! Open the door!

Who's there?

Professor Wahl!

- Professor Wahl!
- Hey! Get a hold of yourself!

(Professor) Conrad!

Let him alone!

What's the matter with you?

Professor, I have to talk to you.

Some more light!

At this hour of the night?
It's one o'clock!

I've already tried to reason with him,
but he's apparently lost all control of himself.

Yes, you're right, but with the impossible
things going on, you owe me an explanation.

Mr. von Arnim,

I trust you realize that it is to me
you owe an explanation.

Professor...

today, I made you a confession.

You made me swear that I would never again
speak of Elfie or of what happened to her.

Elfie?

What on earth are you saying?

Whoever spoke to you of my daughter?

And what is supposed
to have happened to her?

But can it be possible
that you don't remember?

Or is it that you don't want to?

I begin to comprehend.

You want to make me feel remorse
as if I'd committed a crime.

No! No!

I'm not a criminal!
And I won't accept the guilt!

But you have completely
taken leave of your senses.

Crime! Remorse!

Well, these are the ravings
of a madman.

Hallucination,
a typical case of mental instability.

(Grunts)

No!

You are trying to make me believe
that... Elfie's still alive.

That bracelet...
Yes, her bracelet!

It was there, on your worktable.

And then...

Then it was on Elfie's wrist.

Inside her tomb.

Elfie?
Elfie inside her tomb?

But what tomb do you mean?

In the cemetery of Veeze,

where you yourself, Professor,
told me she'd been buried.

And she's there.

Inside her tomb.

Dead.

Dead! Not alive!

(Elfie) What's wrong, Papa?

Hans!

No!

No!

Hans!

But what are all of you doing here?

- And why are you shouting?
- Oh, it's nothing serious.

(Professor) Never mind, Elfie.

We were having a discussion.

Go back to your room, dear.

Bohlem, see her to her room.

Conrad!

Young man...

I'm not a physician.

However, I understand nonetheless
that your present state of mental disturbance

endangers the tranquility
of my house,

as well as Elfie's.

What are your orders, Professor?

Get the carriage ready
to take Mr. von Arnim back into town.

- Right away.
- Yes, sir.

And now, come with me.

There are many things
that you must explain.

You're telling an absurd story.

You lie to me, Bohlem.

Hans is not unbalanced.

He came here to see me,
and you prevented him.

Don't cling to illusions, Elfie.

You must forget about him.

Never!

Never.

Hans for me is life itself.

No, Hans for you is certain death.

I alone...

can give you life...

and safety.

Your life is bound to mine forever.

To a creature like yourself?

Don't be a fool!

I wonder what your Hans would say
if he were ever to know what you really are.

You'll never tell him, Bohlem.

You're too much of a coward
to risk your life that way.

Now leave me alone.

Excuse me, the carriage is ready,
Professor Wahl.

(Professor) Very well.

Ah!

After all you've told me, you will realize
that your presence in this house

has become an absolute impossibility.

You will even have to forget that you were
ever here at all. Forget it now...

if you don't want to be considered
a madman.

If you please...

Farewell, Mr. von Arnim.

I sincerely trust that you will soon be
yourself again.

(Door opens and closes)

(Sighs)

We finally made it.

Bohlem! My plan has succeeded.

I knew I was not mistaken.

I must confess that all of your stratagems
were brought off to perfection.

And that drug
which you administered to him

completely canceled every dividing line
between reality and hallucination.

He'll never be able to tell anyone
what really happened here

if he doesn't want to run the risk
of being declared hopelessly insane.

That may be, but I still believe
the other solution would've been preferable.

Ah, but it would've been
far too dangerous to kill him

when everybody knew he was working here
as part of my house.

Hans will be a danger to you
as long as he lives.

Your daughter is in love with him.
She'll stop at nothing to see him again.

Eventually,
she will forget all about him

because Hans
will never be seen here anymore.

He's undergone an experience here

that would be enough
to unsettle the soundest mentality.

Unfortunately, there was a fact
that is hard to cancel,

- even in his unsettled mind.
- Which is?

- He's seen Elfie die.
- And so?

He held her in his arms,
her inert and lifeless body.

For Hans, that was also
a state of hallucination.

He hasn't the slightest evidence,
not a single concrete proof

that could ever conduct him
back to reality.

I can only hope that you are right.

But the mere thought that he might be able
to see your daughter again

makes me tremble.

He might question her.

Investigate.

Discover that Elfie has been dying
and reliving for years.

He might understand how it is
that we restore her to life.

And then there could be no escape.

For us...

or for her.

In that case,

I should be forced to follow your advice.

(Wailing)

Elfie!

- Another attack!
- Quickly, Bohlem!

I will save you, Elfie.

I'll save you yet again, never fear.

Get everything here ready, Bohlem.

I'll see to the rest myself.

(Moaning)

(Bell dings)

Professor Wahl, it's you.

You're here.

Do something to help me.

Help me to get away.

Yes, little Annelore.
I will set you free.

Just calm yourself now.

You'll not have to suffer anymore.

You must wait
just a little while longer.

Only a little while longer.

(Moaning)

- Everything is ready, Professor.
- Good.

(Clock ticking)

Give me the needle, quickly.

(Bell dings)

There now, Elfie.
Your sick blood is going away.

It's draining away.

It'll be just a few seconds more.

(Bell dings)

Ready, Doctor?

Quickly! Bohlem!

Yes, Professor.

(Bell dings)

(Moaning)

(Bell dings)

(Door opening)

- Tell me, how is he feeling now, Doctor?
- Medically speaking, he's cured.

The rest he's had has done him good.

These few days were all the were needed
to bring him round.

I was afraid he was going
to lose his mind.

Well, it was a severe case
of nervous exhaustion, that's true.

A nervous breakdown -
that's strange!

One day you're alright,
and then all of a sudden...

Yes, an oddly acute form of it.
Quite unexpected.

But what do you suppose
happened to him?

Ah, that...
I really don't know.

It should be easier for you, his friends,
to know this than it is for me.

Is there anything more
we can do for him?

Oh, nothing in particular.

Entertainment.
Keep him amused.

That shouldn't be too difficult,
I'd say... for you.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Please don't mention it.

Here you are. If you permit me,
I'll accompany you to your carriage.

Thank you.
Good morning.

Well, what's the verdict?

Am I given up for lost,
or is there still a bit of hope for me?

Bad news for you, Hans.

You're well now.

And now you can get out of bed
and go out and escape from me.

(Chuckles) Thinking of yourself,
aren't you?

You must've enjoyed
being a nurse to me,

finding me here all the time,
well-behaved, completely defenseless.

Yes, I enjoyed it, I admit it.

You know, I really liked
hearing you call for me every minute.

You kept saying,
"Liselotte, I feel so lost without you.

"Lottie, don't leave me.

"Lottie, hold my hand."

I really must've been
in a bad way, then.

Oh, you can have your jokes with me
as much as you please.

- I don't believe a word you say.
- Oh, no? And why not?

Because when you were delirious,
you gave yourself completely away.

And now I know that you love me.

You know all this!

And do you also know
when I can get out of bed?

Oh, in two, three days if you like.

- That's too long to wait.
- Hans! What are you doing?

No, no, it's too long to wait.

I have some important business
to be taken care of by tomorrow.

I want to make a little trip to Darzen

and respectfully ask the parents
of a certain young lady

if they will consent to have her marry
a poor fellow like me.

- Hans! You mean it!
- (Chuckling)

I think that you could help me
at least this once.

I've refused to do so for three years,
and I refuse to do it now.

Whatever you may think of me,
I'm still a doctor,

- not a sadistic mummifier of women.
- (Laughs)

Strange scruples for a doctor expelled
from the medical profession for malpractice,

for the miserable ex-convict
that you most surely are.

Aren't you forgetting that my statues
are your salvation as well as mine?

I'm not forgetting it, Wahl.

But I was never willing to help you
put dead bodies on display.

My only duty here
Is to save your daughter's life.

I might even say that my desire to do so
comes from my love of science,

but that wouldn't be the exact truth.

The reasons that motivate you
are of no interest to me whatsoever, Bohlem,

as long as you take care of Elfie.

Keep that in mind!
This is the truth of the matter.

I know it, Wahl.

(Bones crunching)

- Professor Wahl.
- (Professor) What do you want?

While you've been playing with death here,
I've triumphed over it.

As you are well aware,
I've already isolated a certain serum

able to prolong indefinitely
the life of red corpuscles.

But that wasn't enough.

It was necessary for us
to find the exact type of blood

that would correspond
with your daughter's own -

a blood type extremely hard to find.

- Well then... now I've found it.
- Aha?

Your daughter will be able to live now
like a normal girl.

Whose blood is it?

Liselotte Kornheim.

Hmm!

(Grunts)
Fifty-two steps up here!

We could just as well
have waited downstairs.

Give her a whistle.

- Liselotte!
- Ah, I bet she's still asleep.

Liselotte!

Who is it?
Who are you looking for?

Oh, it's you, Mr. Hans!
I suppose you were looking for Miss Liselotte.

Yes.

Miss Liselotte has not returned
to her rooms yet.

How can that be?

We had an appointment here.

- You may have had one.
- Why? What do you mean?

Well, I...

I don't know if I'm doing right.

Go on, please tell us.

Miss Liselotte hasn't been back here...

since last night.

And didn't she say...
Didn't she leave any message for me?

Well, really...

If she had left word, I would surely
have given it to you immediately.

Maybe there's a note
inside her room.

Well, if you want to see for yourselves,
I'll unlock the door.

I wonder why she left
her pocketbook here.

Well, what of it -
she could've taken another with her.

No!

She wouldn't have gone out
without her papers and her money.

It's very strange.

Oh, there must be
a thousand explanations for it.

Well?

What's the matter?

This girl here...

Well?

- She's a redhead.
- Yes.

She has red hair.
What of it?

It's she.

There's no doubt that it was she I saw.

What do you mean? You must've seen her,
of course, in the beer garden with us.

No, I never saw her before that night.

How is it possible...

How is it possible for everything
to have been just a hallucination?

Why does that nightmare still haunt me?

Hans, listen to me.

While you were sick,
I asked you several questions.

You didn't want to answer any of them,
and I didn't insist on it.

But now the situation has all changed.

That girl you recognized with red hair
is Annelore, she's a model.

You say that you saw her
on a certain night.

Where was she?

I saw her in a cellar.

- Tied to a chair.
- Where was it?

In an underground room of the mill.

Just a minute.
Let's go over this again.

Annelore told me
she was about to leave for Paris.

She was supposed to come and pose,
but she never did.

Now, if you had really never laid eyes
on Annelore before,

you couldn't have known who she was
from a photograph,

and especially know for sure
that she has red hair.

Therefore it couldn't have been
just a hallucination.

You must've really seen her
in that underground room.

But then...

- it was all real.
- All of what?

Now, you have to tell me, Hans,
you must tell me everything.

What happened to you?
Come on, now.

Her blood hasn't undergone
the slightest alteration.

The red corpuscle count
has remained constant.

We can perform the operation on Elfie
this very night.

Are you certain of all this, Doctor?

Are you sure that there's not
the least risk involved for Elfie?

No risk whatever.

In that case, I agree to your going ahead
with the operation tonight without delay.

We'll have clear all this out of the way.
Please help me.

Will you tell Conrad that this statue will have
to be set up in the carousel tonight without fail.

He must do it promptly.

Very well.

To me it's an infernal puzzle.

Hans, in all this story you've just told me,
there are some things that are absurd.

And others that are certainly true.

Like Annelore.

And how do you explain her being down there
in that awful cellar?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know. There are too many things
I can't account for yet.

If we could only find a clue.

An indication.
One proven fact.

Just to demonstrate
that your story is really true.

Of course!

The cemetery!

The cemetery of Veeze!

Everything as you told me.

Empty.

It's empty.

- But then...
- (Thunder rumbling)

(Wind howling)

Wax!

- A wax dummy!
- (Thunderclap)

(Gasps)

I'm so afraid of thunder.

When I was a little girl,
I used to run and hide under the bed.

And you?
Weren't you afraid, too?

No?

Because you were never
all alone like me,

in this house,
bleak and dark as it is.

Maybe then
you already knew Hans?

You nestled close to him
when it thundered, didn't you?

It must've been very exciting -

wonderfully exciting -

to tremble as he embraced you.

But now all that is going to change,
Liselotte.

Now Hans is going to love me.

Because you won't be here anymore.

Because your life will belong to me.

(Bohlem) Here, in this serum,
is your daughter's life.

Three years of lengthy
and continual experimenting, \Wahl.

One minute after Elfie's blood
is drained off,

the serum will be introduced
into this chamber

where it will be mixed with the new blood
in regulated quantities.

- Yes.
- Without this serum,

the red corpuscles
would not have the strength to survive,

and since the body would be unable
to generate new ones, they would die.

Slowly but surely.

They would be destroyed
as if by cancer.

It will only be necessary to put your daughter
under a light anesthetic.

The fluid could provoke a painful reaction.

The rest of the operation will proceed
exactly as all the others.

There is no risk at all.

Allow me to congratulate you, Bohlem.

You thought of everything.

Almost everything.

(Thunderclap)

Hans, let's not do anything foolish.

It doesn't matter
if Liselotte is in danger.

(Thunderclap)

(Thunder rumbling,
wind howling)

- What do we do now?
- Go down to the basement.

We'll need a lantern.

Over there.
By the front door.

(Creaking)

(♪ Fairground music
starts playing)

Go stop them! Hurry!

Ugh!

It's a corpse.

Mummified.

It looks like...

Annelore.

(Woman screaming)

Liselotte!

- The trap door is under here.
- How do we get to it?

We've got to move this.
Quickly!

- Push harder!
- Alright!

(Moaning)

(Panting)

- Everything is ready, Professor.
- Good.

Let's proceed.

Just one moment, Professor Wahl.

What do you want?

This will be the very last operation

because Elfie will no longer require
my service as a physician.

True. And so?

You know very well how long
I've been struggling to keep her alive.

I've committed atrocious crimes for her.

And now I'm giving her
a completely new life.

Come to the point.

I have the right
to claim a fair compensation.

I've never haggled over money.

It's not money I want.

What is it, then?

I want your daughter, Wahl.

Do you realize what you're saying,
Bohlem?

Yes.

I love Elfie.
I've loved her for years.

And it's due to my efforts alone
that she is still alive.

Elfie must be my wife.

Your wife? (Laughs)

How could you ever have
permitted yourself to think that...

I would entrust Elfie
to such a creature as you are?

A criminal and an outcast
from any decent society

who'd still be rotting prison
if it wasn't for me, don't forget that.

I'm not forgetting anything.

But now I'm the one
who has the upper hand.

This is the first time in my life
I've ever wanted anything.

And now I'm going to have it.

Don't delude yourself.

Not only will you never have
my daughter,

but I will never even permit Elfie
to owe her existence

to the loathsome individual
that I know you to be, Bohlem.

I've made use of you as I would have
of any other tool.

Now it's over!

I don't need you any longer, Bohlem.

Your fate is sealed.

The only face my daughter will see
when she returns to life

will be mine.

Mine, and mine alone!

(Groans)

Killing me,

you have murdered
your own daughter, Elfie.

(Groans)

It's no use.

There's... There's another way in,
through Wahl's studio.

Now you'll be well.

You'll be well forever, Elfie.

I will bring you back to life.

I, nobody else!

It's here, Raab.

(Bell dings)

(Moans)

Where is it?

Where is it?

Bohlem, you traitorous wretch!

Where is it? Where is it?

Where is it?

It's all run away.

It's all run away.

(Hans)
Doctor! Where are you?

Wahl!

(Knocking on door)

(Liselotte grunting)

Hurry, Raab, quickly!

(Moaning)

Liselotte! She's alive!

Get her untied! Hurry!

Elfie.

Elfie!

Elfie!

(Sobs)

- Dead!
- (Thunderclap)

You're the ones who killed her,
you murderers!

You'll all have to die!

All of you!

Argh!

Hurry! Take her that way!

(♪ Fairground music
starts playing)

(Coughing)

It's burning fast!
Everything's on fire!

This way!
Through the house!

Keep silent!

Enough!

Keep silent!

Don't awaken her!

No!

(♪ Music over dialogue)