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The void. A void that teems and overflows.

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Infinite presences, dimensionless eyes.

Intangible wings of light.

Invisible glows.

Spirals of life that are reborn in eternity.

Confronted with the arcane, I am dazed, bewildered and astounded.

Hello, sweetheart. I have just finished a test run.

It will take me 20 minutes to get to Paris by helicopter.

I'll take a quick shower and see you at 8 for our intimate little dinner.

A dinner with benefits, of course...

Can you please make me those incredible Grand Marnier crepes?

Love you, bye!

Sybille...

Sybille...

- Come closer. - What kind of wacky voicemail is this?

Oh, I'm sending you a very serious message. I'm contacting you from the infinite.

From the future.

Strange occurrences will happen to you.

The sort of things you people would call mysteries.

Don't be afraid, though. I will never leave your side.

I'll protect you.

Delirium. I used to play this concert all the time.

Who are you?!

Show yourself!

I'm you! The other part of you!

I'm made of light.

I'll soon be dead, but I'm speaking to you from the future.

How can you talk to me from the future if you're alive?

The future has already become reality, just like the present.

But it's a dimension that the eyes do not perceive.

Everything is so simple from the infinite reality up above.

I'm at your side, even if you can't see me.

I can touch you.

Who are you?!

I'm you, I told you.

You only lit one candle.

Take them in your hands.

Make the two flames touch.

It almost becomes one, see?

That's how we are. Two people in a single flame.

If you're me...

- Let me see you. - I will be leaving this place soon.

Hello, darling!

I'm ho me!

On time as usual.

My, such elegance.

You attempting a magic trick or something?

Hold me tight, Gérard!

I was so scared.

There was a ghost in here.

A what?

- Oh, come on! - Yes, right here!

The ghost of some woman.

She spoke from the future, as if she were dead.

- But she was still alive! - What have you been drinking?

Why won't you believe me?

I'm not crazy, I really heard her voice!

Come here and listen.

I don't hear anything.

Is this your concerts program?

Did Corinne bring it over?

Yes, I saw her this afternoon.

The ghost even touched me!

She said she was me. Two flames in one.

- Is that so? - I know, it sounds crazy.

What about those Grand Marnier crepes?

I'm absolutely starving.

Gérard...

It wasn't a hallucination.

She spoke to me.

Did you see her, darling?

Did you touch her?

Then she doesn't exist.

It was just a fantasy.

A figment of your artist's imagination.

You're a genius, and that's why I love you.

God...

Don't take her from me.

I beg you, God, don't take her from me.

Stay with me...

Don't leave me.

What?

I'm here, my love.

If she dies, Van Gogh is finished.

Two flames in one...

In one?

Delirium...

The concert you love so much...

The doctor will be here soon.

We'll never make it in time, the maestro knew this would happen.

- What do you mean? - He can see into the future.

Don't leave me, Christine.

I'm nothing without you, my love.

I won't leave you alone...

I'll always be close to you...

There's nothing I can do, maestro. I'm sorry.

You can put her clothes back on, I'll prepare the death certificate.

No! No!

Why go on living? My life has lost its purpose.

My art has died with you, my love.

Beloved mistress...

I loved you in secret...

I never dared to tell you.

Hermann?!

Spawn of the devil!

- Accursed scum! I'll kill you! - Stop!

I'll put you down like a dog!

How dare you violate my poor Christine?!

Bastard! You bastard!

- K... Kill me! - Bastard...

Look, it's an invitation to an art exhibit!

By Mr. Saint Simon.

The famous painter!

I think we should go.

Your concert season will begin soon, dear, you shouldn't let yourself be distracted.

Your career is more important than an art exhibit.

We would just lose a couple hours.

Come on, you cannot believe that's a valid invitation, right?

That piece of paper was carried by the wind from who knows where.

I bet it's full of germs, too. Throw it out.

Come on, Sybille. Time to go back to your piano exercises.

You'll start rehearsing with the orchestra next week, remember?

It came in from the same window.

Just like that ghost.

Why was it sent to me?

Oh, not that old story again.

Don't be bothered by such a trivial matter.

They're all meaningless things, my dear, there is no mystery.

It was no predestination, but simply sheer coincidence.

Even in India we don't believe in this kind of stuff anymore.

I bet there's still scores of people who do, wanna bet?

- But you're a regular doubting Thomas. - You can say that again.

I cannot paint.

I need to feel something from within.

Music...

Christine's concert.

Christine...

I'll bring you back home.

Open it.

It only took one year to reduce you like this.

But I'll make you flourish again.

- Feeling better now, dear? - Yes?

Careful.

She's making fun of me, can't you hear!?

- What did you hear? - Take her away!

No...

No!

Burn them!

Burn them!

Burn these worthless horrors!

I can't stand to look at them!

You still have the ones sent to the exhibit.

Worthless crap, all of them!

Scatter the ashes to the wind!

No trace of them must remain!

And my wedding present to you will be a grand piano.

Is that a nice gift for a pianist?

Well, it would be proof that you love me.

Grand piano it is, then.

And what kind of gift would a test pilot like?

Would all my love and a small private helicopter suffice?

Why, I suppose so.

Stop the car!

Gérard, look!

Saint Simon's exhibit opens today.

You always avoid this neighborhood.

Yet today you didn't.

Don't tell me it's just a coincidence.

- You wouldn't be so cheeky. - Just a coincidence, I swear.

I'll bet a dinner you still have that nasty invitation.

Too bad. I threw it away because of all those germs.

But it's free, I don't think anyone will mind if we have a look around.

Sorry, I'm too busy. I have another test run today.

Feel free to go, though. I'll pick you up in an hour.

Red, yellow and green express different passions.

Such torment in these paintings...

Maestro, is it true that you destroyed 160 of your paintings?

They were worthless and artless.

You can see the torment and the pain...

This is a bit of an unusual subject, I reckon.

People say you have psychic powers and can see the future.

I can see some parapsychology-related mysticism in your works.

Christine?

Hi.

It really looks like me.

It's so odd, truly.

That's what I do for a living, I'm a pianist.

- Do we know each other? - Yes.

We've known each other for a long time.

We actually lived together for years, right over there.

There?

Yes. Part of you, at least.

We were so happy.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

I've never seen this castle before.

Of course. It's just that you're the spitting image of Christine.

She's my wife and model.

A talented pianist, also.

It was through her music and presence that...

... I was able to develop my vocation for painting.

Nothing I achieved would exist without her.

I'd like to meet her, where is she now?

She died over a year ago.

Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't imagine.

Before dying, she promised she'd return to me.

Having you back is just wonderful.

I will be reborn if you inspire me again.

It doesn't make any sense.

But we really look identical.

Like two drops of water.

Like two feeble flames.

What do you mean?

The arcane is all around me.

The restless pupil explores and glimpses future fragments between opaque veils.

Fragments hidden but ever present.

The future has already become reality, as someone told me.

The future is here, defined and unchanging, the eye discovers it little by little.

People with an innate sensitivity are able to reveal it in advance.

- Come mingle with us, maestro! - Tell us about your future projects!

I'm going back to the castle tomorrow, come join me.

We can't leave our conversation unfinished. I'll be expecting you.

I'm all yours, everyone.

What does my art mean, you ask?

These bold colors represent the turmoil of a changing nature...

He believes in reincarnation.

They say he was Van Gogh in a previous life.

He's obsessed by colors...

She's back.

She's back to allow me 10 create again.

I want her by my side, just like before.

Where does this fog come from?

Christine!

Christine!

Is that you, maestro?

It's really you!

What a lucky coincidence to meet like this.

I'm Sybille, the girl from the exhibit.

I decided to accept your invitation and was just coming to your castle.

My car broke down on the way and...

I was looking for somebody to give me a lift or help me out.

Sybille, yes. The other part of Christine.

Of course I remember you.

For a moment I lost myself chasing my ghosts and...

You've been so kind the other day, I just couldn't refuse your invitation.

You're giving me a great gift.

You cannot even imagine what your presence means to me.

Come ride with me.

I'll send Hermann to pick up your car.

Thank you.

Perhaps I'm living in another dimension.

Together with my ghosts.

All artists are tortured by their fantasies.

I believe I'm just the same.

- And we'll never get free. - That's right.

This is my castle.

An ancient construction, as far-reaching as it is useless.

Madame Christine?!

Meet Hermann, my factotum.

A bit devilish, but innocuous.

- Good evening. - Miss Sybille Leclerc.

Sybille will be our guest for a few days.

Tomorrow you will see to her broken-down car.

Here's the keys.

This way.

This is my studio.

A tormented painting style, makes you feel rather distressed.

That one is Satan generating the universe.

This piano...

Delirium. Christine's favorite concert.

How vibrant she felt when she played it.

She gave me a strength that I haven't felt since.

Maestro, at the exhibit I heard somebody mention...

That thing about Van Gogh? Oh, I wish I really was his reincarnation.

I bet.

Alas, in some of your paintings I can sense...

... some of the eternal frustration that agitated the mad Dutchman.

My art is bitter, just like reality.

Everything suffers and mutates, as if already living in the future.

I feel hallucinated, surrounded by thick fog.

I wish I could fade away!

She modeled for me on our wedding day.

How I loved her.

Perhaps it will return.

Art and love both.

Yet you forget you would still be missing Christine.

But I still have the other part of her.

You shouldn't be afraid.

Sometimes it happens to chosen spirits.

I mean, there's been plenty of people reincarnated in two different places.

- Two flames burning as one... - Yes!

It happens.

The arcane is all around me, and...

I'm sorry, I don't understand this.

Please, help me.

Your presence will impart new vigor to my art.

If you also leave me, Sybille, I will be lost forever.

Excuse me, maestro.

The guestroom is ready, Miss Sybille.

Shall we?

You remember where the guestroom is located, I'm sure.

I hope you like it.

Is it for me?

I bought it for Christine.

She never had the chance to wear it.

How did you know I would come?

I have known all along.

That devilish Hermann always anticipates my commands.

You're also her same size.

I'll be waiting downstairs, dinner will be served in half an hour.

How did he get in here?

You're ravishing.

Who are you now?

Christine or Sybille?

It's so peaceful up here.

The ideal place for a painter.

It must be easy to find inspiration here.

Abandonment and loneliness are easier, though.

Everybody else has long since fled. It's all in ruins.

I wish the earth would swallow both me and the castle.

Shall I make my Van Gogh-style mackerels?

Hermann's always joking, I guess he'll cut off my ear one day.

- Bordeaux. - Thanks.

- Welcome home. - Cheers.

Don't worry, let me deal with that.

A juicy piece of tail, huh?

Her name's Yvonne.

You'd better go to the village if you want to get that junk fixed,

there's no one here until tomorrow.

There's no need, kid, I can handle this myself.

All the better, I like a man who can take care of himself.

The castle is not too far, I think I'll walk back.

All right, I'll stay here to fix this thing, see you later.

What's the problem now? You need anything?

- You're a nice piece of ass, lady! - I'm not for sale, hands off!

Come here, sweetheart!

- Nice and tight, baby! - Bastard!

- Stop playing hard to get! - No!

Let me go!

No!

Let go of me or I'll slit your throat!

Get out of my sight! Scram!

I... I was only having a little fun.

- Keep you entertained, you know. - You scum...

Go back to hell, you hell spawn!

I'll cut your balls off if you dare to come back!

Maestro?

You bad dog!

It's an electric device to keep Satan out.

There's our pantry beyond this door, and that dog is a big glutton.

Satan got a nasty shock, it wouldn't like to try that again.

That buzzard has already paid us a few visits this summer.

- You're back already. - Well, I'm here in front of you.

We're really alike, Satan.

I can't... I just can't!

No... I can't!

Maestro?

Why do you keep tormenting yourself?

I want to express the ever-changing nature of life.

But I cannot wrap my head around neither evolution nor life!

Is there anything I can do to help you?

Can you give me the color of suffering?

The color of life?

The earth is like a superb grain of sand lost in the vortex of infinite galaxies.

Our pride sinks into an immense abyss.

You don't seem to be the only one having problems tonight.

What?

He has come from hell to damn me.

Christine took him in years ago, I can't kick him out.

Hey, this one looks like Corinne!

She's my best friend.

It's a perfect portrait.

I had no idea you knew her.

In fact, I don't.

But I see her face rather often.

I feel her presence.

Her spirit appeared in front of me even yesterday.

I know she's going to enter my life.

You see her clearly enough to paint her portrait?

Help! Somebody help me!

We'll resume work tomorrow, dear.

Take your friend's painting and lock yourself into your room!

Lots of weirdos around these roads at night!

- Don't leave your room for any reason! - Help!

- What's going on? - Nothing at all, I hope!

- Help! - Good night!

Help me! Get your hands off me, you coward!

Help!

Stop struggling, you little bitch!

- Let's have some fun! - Leave me alone!

Help!

- Where do you think you're going? - Go away! Let me go!

Help me!

Leave me alone! Help!

- You're done running. - Go away!

- You're mine now! - Help!

Go away! Leave me alone!

Let me go! Help!

You can scream all you want!

No! Get your hands off me!

Let me go!

Let go of me!

No! Leave me alone!

Take your hands off me, you pig!

No! No!

Yvonne...

- Yvonne... - What have you done, you degenerate?!

You're nothing but a perverted, deranged piece of criminal filth!

I'm sick of putting up with your crimes, you hell spawn!

Yvonne...

We have to get rid of the body and clean the blood! Get some water!

Wait!

This...

This is the color I need!

Precious color!

The color I was looking for!

Dense, pasty matter...

Blood represents life...

This vibrant color will allow me to express my art.

A few drops of this, so that the blood can reach the right density for the brushes.

Yvonne isn't really dead,

for her blood will glow on my canvas.

Perfect.

Hermann!

Get rid of the body.

Chop her to bits!

No trace of her must remain.

What's that noise?

Hermann, stop!

Stop.

Where are you going, Sybille? Get out of the car.

Hermann hasn't finished fixing it yet.

No one wants to harm you.

You're shaking.

Why is that, dear?

No...

No...

- No! Help! - Be quiet.

Be quiet!

There. You won't be playing hard to get now.

W-where am I?

Blood swirls to express the eternal flow of nature...

Its painful transformation.

Answer the phone, come on...

Hello?

Corinne, can you hear me? It's Sybille. You must help me.

They want to Kill me, you understand? They're going to!

I'll die if you don't save me!

Who wants to kill you?

Speak louder, Sybille. Tell me your whereabouts, for god's sake!

They're going to kill me, Corinne! Please, help me!

Hello? Hello, Sybille?

Hello?

Say something!

- Stop struggling! - Who's there with you?

Where are you, Sybille? Hello?

Say something!

Sybille!

Hello?

Sybille?

How am I supposed to find out where you are?

- No! Get away from me! - Stop struggling!

Help!

- Stop struggling, I said! - Idiot. Be careful or you'll smother her.

Who was she talking to?

Corinne? The one in Paris?

We're in trouble, she's gonna call the police.

Let her come down here, I say.

I need more color.

We'll deal with her for good as soon as she gets here.

Rue du Chalet 5-A, go pick her up.

And act like a gentleman.

No, thanks, I don't want to buy anything.

Miss Corinne, I presume?

Who are you?

Your friend Sybille Leclerc sent me to pick you up.

She's feeling rather unwell, I'm afraid, and she requests your help.

What's wrong with her?

Come with me and you'll see by yourself.

That's Sybille's car.

Give me a minute.

Hello, you've reached Gérard Goupta's answering machine.

Please leave a message and I'll call you back.

Gérard, Corinne speaking.

I don't know where Syobille is, but I think she's in trouble.

- There's a chaffeur waiting outside and... - Your message has been recorded.

Shit...

Where did I put it...

Ma'am.

No! Get away from me!

Stop it, please! I'm scared of dogs!

It's biting me!

Stop it, I beg you!

She thought she could scare us with a gun.

She has no blood left.

Finish her off.

Have Satan devour her remains.

She gave all her best to my art.

Wait!

Save her beautiful body for your museum, turn her into a mummy!

No, wait! I don't want to watch this!

Gérard, Corinne speaking.

I don't know where Syobille is, but I think she's in trouble.

- There's a chaffeur waiting outside and... - Your message has been recorded.

Shit...

Christ!

- Excuse me. - It's closed.

- I said the exhibit is closed, sir. - Yeah?

I'm not here to visit any exhibit.

I'm here to talk to Mr. Saint Simon.

I'm afraid his exhibit ended a few days ago.

But you can relay your message to me, I will talk to him tonight.

No, I have to talk to him personally.

Well, feel free to go with our truck.

Just ask the driver first.

Beggars can't be choosers, I guess...

- Excuse me, I'd like to... - Sorry, I'm busy now.

Maestro, listen! A police helicopter!

How can I focus on my art if you keep bothering me, Hermann?

Come and see!

They are searching the area from the sky now!

It's flying just above the tower.

They're definitely out to get us.

I'm afraid they're looking for Yvonne.

Well, I wouldn't exclude that.

But they might also be looking for Corinne.

Or Sybille.

Or maybe one of the grotesque specimens in that horrible collection of yours.

Get rid of it at once!

They're going away.

But they'll be back.

You can see into the future.

Are they going to arrest us?

I only see blurred patterns.

But I know the end is nigh and resistance is pointless.

- I'll get my rifle and slaughter the lot of them! - Hermann!

It would be rather unpleasant for our guest to start screaming again.

Go to her.

- Why? - I don't want her try to escape again.

She's sleeping like a baby.

Give her another shot.

Better be safe than sorry.

- Right on time, huh? - Yup.

You, stop slacking off.

- Get a move on. - Got a pebble in my shoe.

It won't take a second.

- These the right paintings? - They are.

No mix-ups?

Put them down, be careful.

Hey!

Is this your playroom?

Yeah, and it's strictly private. Get out.

- All right, easy. I didn't want to steal your ties. - Scram.

- My, such manners. You're no gentleman. - Move it.

- Can I shake the maestro's hand? - No!

And now stop being a nuisance.

His exhibit was a great success, huh?

- I guess the maestro receives a lot of important people here. - Yeah.

- I bet the list includes a pretty blonde. - We know plenty.

Mine's called Sybille Leclerc, she's a great pianist.

Who are you? What do you want?

I work for the gallery, Isn't it obvious?

Then shut your trap and get to work.

Move it.

That's Sybille's car!

Stop! Stop the truck!

Where are you, Gérard...

Christ, what the hell is this place?

Get out of here and stop bothering me, you stupid cat!

Who goes there?

Sybille?

No...

Son of a bitch! You killed her!

Gérard...

I'll show you what happens to those who stick their noses where they shouldn't!

Corinne...

God...

Poor Corinne, what have they done to you...

Where's Sybille?

Sybille!

Sybille!

Sybille!

Help...

Who are you? How did you break into my house?

You wretched degenerate! You killed her!

You killed her!

Just like you killed all the others!

Gérard...

Sybille? Sybille!

Where the hell do you think you're going!?

Sybille!

Sybille, are you in there?

- Gérard... - Open up, Sybille!

Open the door, my love! Hurry!

This damn door is stuck!

Sybille! Open the door, my love!

Open up!

Oh, Gérard...

Much ado about nothing.

Time is running out, my sweet Sybille.

I Know it.

But I want to finish my last masterpiece first.

And you will help me.

Just like Christine would have done.

Stop this madness, you murderer! Look at the state she's in!

You will give me your blood.

- You will live in the painting. - That's enough, you bastard!

Cut this idiotic madness once and for all!

What are we going to do now?

Take them to my studio.

Both of them. I'll need a great deal of color!

My final painting will be called "Blood Wedding."

You hell spawn!

You'll live forever, my love.

No one could ever find a better color than this.

It will remain vibrant for generations.

What a precious gift.

Done.

The room will burn down! Put out the fire!

Christine!

My time has come!

You shall pay for what you did.

Christine!

Lord, have mercy on me!

Don't curse the name of God!

You won't receive any mercy.

You'll be cursed.

So you think you're Van Gogh? Let's see to that ear, then!

Sybille...

Gérard...

Let's get out of here, hurry!

Look, Christine! I'm really Van Gogh now!

Christine!

- Shall I stop them, maestro? - Stay!

Here's my offer, Vincent Van Gogh! You were reborn in me, maestro!

Watch out!

It's that horrible death mask again...

Let's go!

Sybille.

Sybille...

It's all over now.

You're free.

No one will ever hurt you again.

Corinne...

Is it you?

No, I'm Christine.

I'm you. A part of you.

Yes. The two candles...

Two candles and a single flame.

Yes, we are one.

Where are you? Let me see you.

I'm right in front of you.

I've always been at your side.

Even when they were harming you.

I'm made of light and I shine on you.

Yes, Christine, but I cannot see you.

Now look.

I will always be with you.

No one is ever alone on this earth.

It may be difficult to understand for you,

but remember my words.

No one is alone.

The other part of you will always be at your side.

Did you hear her voice?

We all have two parts of our being.

Maybe she's living in the future.

Yet she still wanted to guide us.

It wasn't a hallucination, was it?

Tell me I'm not crazy!

- Tell me I'm not! - You're not crazy.

It looked like you were in some kind of a trance, but you were still yourself.

I can swear by it, and I even felt a presence.

I don't know who or what it was, but now I believe you, Sybille.

I believe you, my love.

Maestro...

Satan...

Satan...

Noble color of life...

I will live on...

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi