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You're not bringing that muck in here.

It's only clay, madam. I must call them.

It's called, but that's just an excuse for getting women to get their clothes off.

Those women, as you call them, are mothers.

You're not coming in here until you peder and you owe me.

But everything I own is in that room.

Get up, get up, before I go to police.

It's like a car.

She got home. Is that you?

She got home.

She got home.

Come back here.

Where are you going?

Come back to mama. She got home.

She got home.

What's that?

I'm coming.

I'm not going to ask.

I'm coming.

She got home.

She got home.

She got home.

She got home.

Get home.

Get your little girl.

Missy, where?

In here.

You're doing to mine, beautiful walls.

I'm covering the halls in your beautiful plaster.

I hope you are not having your party.

Absolutely not, madam.

You know my rules about the noise?

I'm sorry I didn't hear you.

You are saying my rules about the noise?

Yes, we know.

Thank you.

Oh, please, Miss Rebecca, you're supposed to be wheeling in the chair.

I'm perfectly capable of walking upright.

Put the door closed.

Actually, I don't give a damn what the doctor said.

Rebecca, to me or in lady like as always, I've just been showing Hugo Paris from the air.

So can my all the fine buildings he's designed.

It's the architect's curse to see only the flaws.

I intend to memorize them.

Well, it all looks pretty perfect to me.

Paris is anything but perfect, Miss fog.

Filthy streets, disease-ridden slums.

Future generations will be shocked to know that we live in such squar.

Mind you, anyone?

You sound exactly like Jules Verne.

Jules Verne, who's here?

He must be the only man in Paris.

His ideas are as vast and complicated as yours.

Well, I'd like to meet him.

Well, you shall. We're seeing him tonight. It's his birthday.

It should be a hell of an experience for you.

Well, that's interesting. What is it?

Well, this is how we see the city of the future.

Big, beautiful buildings made of glass and steel and copper.

Full of light, streamlined and spacious, with no dark corners for you to hide in.

Evil will always find a place to hide, my friend.

The future. Cities will expand vertically. Like so.

Buildings will stretch into the sky. Looks like a lot of stairs to climb.

But if we can harness the power of electromagnetism,

we can take people from the ground to the highest floor in a matter of minutes.

Imagine the view from up there.

Jules, you've already got the best view in Paris.

How did you make it?

No wonder every artist in Paris wants her to pose.

Angelique!

Jules wants to talk to you!

Oh, no!

Yes, I do!

You sound like an idiot.

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't...

No wonder you sleep alone.

Thomas, another carafe.

Mm-hmm.

I'm afraid our little friend Jules here is hopelessly lost.

He is in love with the divinely unattainable Angelique.

Unattinable for son. She posed for three of my pieces.

Of course, she was your medulla.

And your new Venus, one of my personal favorites.

How can you talk about naked models when there's a monster loose in his cheeks?

She has a point. The scalar is casting me business.

Nobody wants to stay late or get too drunk in case they meet him on the way home.

Poor Madame Dupree.

Hey, God, I've mercy on her soul.

Wasn't she always trying to evict you?

And locking you out if you weren't home by midnight.

I have some respect for the dead.

They don't charge any rent.

Wait, wait, wait!

Isn't that mud under your nails?

What else would it be?

I'm his culture.

How convenient.

Your landlady dying so suddenly.

Go to hell, not out. That's not the fun.

Oh, come on, you ball!

It's just a joke!

What an idiot!

What an idiot!

I'm a idiot!

I'm a idiot!

I'm a idiot!

You're a idiot!

You're a idiot!

I'm a idiot!

Ah!

That's a joke!

Fuck it!

Fuck it!

You're not a idiot!

Ah!

Fuck it!

Thank you very much!

I'm a idiot!

I'm a idiot!

Oh!

Madame Dupree!

Thank you!

Cheers, my very nice deliciousness.

Thank you, Becca!

Thank you, Becca!

It's wonderful.

They are stereoscopic.

Which I'm told is an excellent thing.

Hello?

Sorry.

Becca.

All right, what she called.

How's your week?

Just a neighbor.

And is she pretty?

Beautiful.

Lovely.

Radio.

Sub-bon.

There's no things she comes in here, but I...

I guess she forgot.

Hugo!

Delighted, you came.

Delighted.

Con-mete-fern.

So, Hugo Basil, Jules Verne and Frigites.

Yes, sir.

So sorry.

Chalk.

Sir, Hugo Basil, the architect.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

I thought that Sir Hugo might be interested in seeing some of your sketches, Verne.

Now, this one, for example, is wonderful.

Pass it.

What's the materials do you envision?

Copper, glass, the taller buildings, with their frameworks of steel.

I'm impressed, sir.

I think I found a way to build a multi-store building that's both safe and stable.

Solve.

In fact.

Sky's the limit.

But there is one problem, isn't there?

How to get to the top.

Exactly.

Exactly.

This is why I've been working on this.

An electromagnetic lift.

Everybody, please.

We are here for to honor the best thing day of our good friend, Master Jules Verne.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, he's a fan of bad luck, but he's a fan of bad luck.

Oh, he's a fan of bad luck.

Oh, he's a fan of bad luck.

Oh, he's a fan of bad luck.

Oh, damn.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

I'm afraid the brake is now a compound fracture.

Do you hear that, Rebecca?

Emobilize as in keep still.

We'll never mind the leg.

What was that thing I saw?

I'm going to get you back to Schilling with Magna.

Absolutely not.

I'm not leaving Paris while that thing is out there.

You're right, when was it?

You're not leaving Paris.

In fact, you're not leaving this rule.

What?

I'm afraid your condition is very serious.

There must be somewhere more comfortable that I can recuperate.

Not that your room is not charming, Jules.

You do want to walk again?

Yes, I do.

Then you will not leave this room until your leg has a chance to ill.

Ah.

Now look, I'll lend you past Batsu.

Vern and I will fend for ourselves on the Aurora.

Could help us.

You might be the only one left in the street, Richard.

We have to hurry.

Come along, everyone.

I call it mass hysteria.

If I hadn't seen the bodies myself,

some of these people are all terrified of this.

I'm sorry you must believe me.

I didn't mean to do it.

Not to mention superstitious.

You didn't mean to do what?

Nothing will do.

They're clear to outside.

I didn't mean for people to die.

What are you saying?

A few months ago, we were all approached by a Mr. Babilov to sell our properties,

but he offered so little we said no, but...

Oh, it's very, very wise.

He frightened me.

Oh.

He gave me nightmares like when I was a child in Praha.

And my mother would call me with stories about the Gollum.

What? The Gollum.

I've heard of it.

The myth about a Czech rabbi who created a monster and clay and water.

But it's not a myth, but it's true.

And Rabbi Loh brought the Gollum to life to protect us against the programs.

I didn't mean to do it, but the words they came back to my mind,

and I spoke them aloud.

Let there be a living soul in this body of earth.

Oh.

It was nothing just words, but...

No, you can't really believe that you summoned up a Gollum.

Have you some kind of creature from the night somebody beat?

But as soon as you...

I brought back the Gollum, and now instead of helping us, he is killing us!

No!

Oh, past my two...

These trousers appear to be unpressed. We found two samples.

This was found in the wall outside my window, and this was found near the body in the down-to-pooie.

But there's both clay, like in this tachitus.

And very special clay is red because of the ironing.

Speaking of ironing, why would you learn...

You learn in some of this iron?

Or sticking to magnets?

Anyone listen to what I'm saying?

It would take a very strong magnetic field.

I take the results from Mr. Rebecca.

I am her legs.

And she is my friend.

Before you go past the dupe, I suppose you can make a pot of coffee.

I'm sorry, Master.

Well, Vern's...

Mr. Rebecca is waiting.

It's undrinkable now.

Okay.

Don't worry, Fogg.

Sir Hugo's invited us to lunch.

That's the end date.

Leave all that.

No, it's all right.

I want you to find out all the information you can about golems.

Golem?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, but first, let me take you away from the window.

Past my two, put me back.

Oh, and that should be my gun.

Over there?

Oh.

Next time a golem happens to be passing, I intend to be rather more ready for him.

But this is not good for a monster.

You need the cannon?

Mm.

Mm.

These ideas are decades ahead of their time.

But throws away more ideas in a week than most men dream up in a lifetime.

May I borrow this?

Uh, no.

No, I'm sorry, I don't think I can think without it.

You know, I wish I could feel more excitement about this bright, shining future of you.

An affiliate thinks a slum I live in has character.

Of course, he's then read a chip the ice up his own shaving water.

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

The tenements on the roof is free to be torn down years ago.

Barely fit for human habitation.

Yes.

Thank you.

Ambrose?

Very good, sir.

And if I may add...

Very tasty.

Mm.

Alas, not everyone agrees with my visions in the future.

Isn't what precisely is your vision, Hugo?

Triumph, order and purity over filth and decay.

Straight lines, right angles.

The architecture of the rational mind.

Yes.

Yes, beautiful, tall buildings, full of light, bright, clean homes, schools, hospitals.

You're thinking too small, huh?

My powers will stand as a monument to everything that is great and powerful.

Fast, public buildings, so...

Littering towers rising into the sky.

What about the ordinary people?

Oh, forget them.

I'll set them for her to live in squalor anyway.

I disagree with you.

Well, um...

Perhaps you could change the subject.

Despite your lamentable act of direction.

I am very taken with your work.

I'd like to see more of your designs.

I don't think so.

But...

Ordinary people live in squalors because people like you give them no alternative.

You insult me.

You insult the people who perish.

Who's there?

Oh, a woman with a gun.

How strangely attractive.

What are you telling me, Felix?

Uh, I'm moving in. I've been evicted.

Well, as you can see, I'm afraid I have beaten you to it.

Believe me, I would leave if I could.

Can I at least leave my camera-like equipment here?

No, no, you can't.

Not there. You can leave it up there where it won't be in my way.

Anything else you'd like me to do?

Yes.

Whilst you're here, you can tidy all that mess up up there.

I can't get up those damn steps, being drummy man.

Well, as much as I've enjoyed our little visit.

Don't go.

Uh-huh.

Hey, uh...

Well, I wanted to ask you.

Um...

Where were you last night?

I had some business to attend to.

What sort of business?

Are you interrogating me now?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Do you have...

What's he doing at Angelique's?

I'm sorry.

All right, let's go.

All right.

The old battle axe sold my home out from under.

This is this short time.

And when I run for a huge to my good old friend,

Joe's here, what do I find?

I'm a dreamer, I'm just taking over by some crazy woman in a wheelchair.

That's what Barbara bought your building.

Uh-huh.

Oh, no, I'm doing a fine job.

Oh, actually? Over here.

I'm dying for a drink.

What do you two belong to?

That's none of your business.

Wait, wait, wait.

Isn't that reddish clay?

What if it is?

Leave her alone or not.

So, Jules, how was your meeting with Sir Hugo Bezel?

It was a matter of fact.

Angelique, something wrong?

Nothing.

You know Bezel?

A little.

Angelique knows everyone a little.

Shut up, Nadal.

Of course, they know her even better since she's usually posing in the nude.

Somebody should teach you a recipe.

Stop it, Tore.

Oh, no, no, no, stop it!

Guys!

I'm turning this off.

Enough!

Enough!

Uh-oh!

Jules!

Are you all right?

Come on, let's get out of here.

I'm sorry, Jules.

Jules!

Let go of me.

Don't touch me!

Come on, let's go back up.

You're just like the others.

Jules!

Jules!

Jules!

I'm located.

Same as the others.

Longs and nasal passages full of mud.

Not a very nice way to die.

Tell me, Miss Juwan.

Did he beg for his life before you killed him?

I didn't kill him.

You were from with the body.

Your hands were covered in clay.

And several people saw you fighting with him not 20 minutes before his death.

Are those not the facts, Miss Juwan?

I didn't kill him.

When was that?

Are those the facts?

Yes.

When was the victim you were laughing?

No.

I'd advise you to tell me the truth.

He was my model.

He was your model.

You're just like all the artists I posed for.

You only see my body, you don't look deeper.

Clotook me seriously.

We had an agreement.

I posed for his class and he posed for me.

Bloody artists.

What are you doing?

Perhaps you'll make your best to get ahead, Miss Juwan.

After all you lose it with the guillotine.

Yes, yes, down to the left.

I can find my own way. Thank you.

Fun.

You there?

I'm here.

Mufa, you are a mess.

I didn't kill him, Park.

I'm not the golem.

Of course you aren't.

For one thing, you're far too sure.

I feel like I'm in a nightmare.

I can't wake up.

Jules could never murder anybody.

I'm going to tell that police inspector myself.

Oh, now that's an excellent idea.

It's excellent.

Have with any luck, it might even break the other leg.

Jules is our friend.

Oh, just precisely why the police won't believe you.

Why the hell aren't you out there trying to prove his innocence?

Well, I was rather enjoying my coffee.

Oh.

Phileus, I saw the golem when it was not Jules Byrne.

Well, I saw something.

It is my leg that's damaged, not my powers of observation.

She is lovely, isn't she?

Your friend is in prison, Phileus.

Where are you going?

To prove his innocence.

Ah, I'll pass my suit.

Yes, that's wonderful coffee.

If I ever get you back, remind me to give you a raise.

With pleasure, Master.

Oh, damn this leg.

Oh, pass by two, you're going to have to do some investigating for me.

I don't mean to disturb you breakfast, but I just would like to know you'll wear about

it around ten last night.

We were here in the cafe.

Oh, it looks good.

Except?

Me?

I left right after Jules did.

And where did you go?

Monsieur Nader.

Well, that is none of your business.

Do I have to remind you that Jules Byrne is currently confined to a prison cell on a murder charge?

I went for a walk to cool down.

You had to devour it into.

That's... I didn't... I was in a bad mood, that's all.

His landlady evicted him. She sold his building.

How's Jules? He's no murderer. I can swear after that.

You may have to.

Oh, it's not that easy.

So, are you satisfied now?

Just don't tell Bridget.

Honey, you know it's you I know.

Erm...

And I'll be back.

Hello, man.

I have an idea on how the creature might be formed.

Thank you.

First, I think figured how to get played to hear to his body.

But then I figured out how to get out.

If the creature could generate enough electromagnet force to hold his form,

and with sufficient dying in the play, we have a goal.

Next.

Now, I wonder where this special play originates.

Angelique would probably know.

Angelique, be careful, far.

I don't trust your name.

I don't trust your name anymore.

I don't trust your name anymore.

Come on, get up.

What? Looks like you've got friends in high places.

You let me go.

Just till you're tired.

Then I intend to personally see you executed.

Now, this is fine work.

Do you think so?

Yes, I do.

You're clearly a woman of remarkable talent.

Thank you.

But you didn't come here to admire my scotch.

No, no, I didn't. How'd you do it for this fog?

No, no, I'm here to help Jules Verne.

You don't really believe he's a murderer, do you?

I don't know what to think.

He was standing by poor Claude with hands covered in clay.

Yes, this clay, in fact, which is the very same clay that Verne found outside his window,

and the police found on Madame de Pous's body.

And the same clay, in fact, that you use in your scotch.

That's impossible.

Claude has it, had it, makes special.

He said the iron gave the clay by Brinsey.

Did he indeed?

Do, um...

Do you know where he got it from?

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh, oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

So here you go.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry I had you brought here in such an unconventional manner, but I guard my privacy

quite jealousy.

Where is this place?

I discovered it when I was surveying the sewers for the subterranean transport system.

You worked out here?

Think of it as a sort of an experiment, sir, to prove that people can live happily underground.

I believe that one day everyone will live down here and only surface to do their work.

I don't understand.

On the night's end, sir, every day or every night, a team of workmen would clean and

repair the city, making it perfect, and every day Paris would sparkle like new.

Perfect.

As in no people.

Cities are a monument, sir, to art and aspiration.

In your heart you know that.

Which is why I'm inviting you to become my partner.

Your partner?

Yes.

You're a very talented young man, sir.

And I'm afraid my ideas don't flow as freely as they once did.

You're the greatest architect in Europe.

In the world, Monsieur Verne.

And the witches.

Got Tisa.

Thank you, Morgan.

But I'm afraid I have a rather pressing engagement.

Some T, Verne.

We can continue this discussion later.

Morgan will make sure that you have everything you need.

Wait.

I'll go with you.

Morgan will take good care.

And when I return, you will tell me how to get to the top of a multi-story building.

Perhaps I could just...

After whom?

Did you make this promise?

The private pupil of clothes.

A very rich and powerful man.

I modeled for him and he gave us all the clay we needed.

And Paris good clay is so expensive.

I need the name.

I want to leak.

Number fifteen.

I just came to see you.

A little bit.

What the fuck?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Can I give you that?

Yes.

Got the time?

It's to burn.

I'm gonna even clever as I gave you credit for.

You're gonna use my watch to frame me for another murder.

Come, lover.

You're not a killer.

You won't shoot me.

He might not.

But I suddenly will.

Do you have any idea how much good I've done in this city?

How many disease-ridden slums that I've eliminated?

I've given my life to Paris.

And that entitles you to play God.

It's a matter of fact, yes.

Or the devil.

Why, Hugo?

How could a man of your vision descend to this level?

City of the future.

This is where it would have begun.

And you, Vern.

You could have been a part of this.

I can never be part of your diabolical plan.

Let's see its face.

Go on.

He tastes your food.

Risks poisoning.

Does anything you ask of him?

He's no good to anyone anymore.

He's nothing to anyone.

Nothing there.